PRIVATE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, AAAH

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, THIS IS NOW CHAPTER AAAH

A PROBLEM HAS COME UP AND I MUST NOW PAST IN A NEW DOCUMENT AND MAKE THIS ALL ONE DFOCUMENT WITH THIS NEW TITLE.

WHAT ELSE COULD GO FUCKING WRONG TODAY, MIZZ TWITCHY FUCKING NOSE ELIZABETH CUNT EATING MONTGOMERY, MAHM??????????????????????????????

DECEMBER 16, 2013,

LATE MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:44

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 67 DEGREES FNHT.

I AM BEING MOTHER FUCKING SUPER ASS PERSECUTED BY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE AND ALL OF MISTER HALL'S OTHER “FAWCES”ON THIS SUPER CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY. OH YOU POOR MOTHER FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD, MARK WAYNE MOHR, HOW THESE ROTTEN DIRTY FUCKING PRICKS ENJOY PERSECUTING YOU FROM THE DAY YOU WERE CUNT SUCKING BORN FOR NEARLY SIXTH MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAM SHIT ASS YEARS!!!!!!!!!

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR AAAF-2

I no sooner posted and less than a half hour later, super noisy fucking shit started AGAIN out in the hallway from my NABES FROM COCK SUCKING HELL CUBED AND SQUARED AND CUBED AGAIN, and then ten minutes after that, a nasty ass FIRWE ALARM STRUCK, and these are back on a major roll lately since early in the month, like fucking ass triple WOW!!!!!!!! I am going to ask my cat, GAGA, why this MONSTER FUCKING ATTACK STRUCK ME TODAY, BUT WE ALREADY, OR I SURE DO, KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS, SO LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I WANT. I WANT TO SAY SOME SHIT, AND SO I AM GOING TO.

Tonight, I am going to destroy every single thing that in the remotest way has anything to do with my family, my daughter, her music, any and all of it, it will all be erased forever and gone, even the telephone conversations from so long ago. I AM GOING TO ESCAPE THIS GIRL IF I HAVE TO DIE TO DO IT,AND GLADLY WILL I DIE IF NEED BE. I HAVE HAD IT WITH HER FRIENDS AND HER FAMILY, AND HER SHIT, SINCE 2008 IN SOME WAYS, AND SINCE 1980 IN MANY OTHER WAYS, MISTER FUCKING CALLAS. 67 degrees my cunt sucking fucking asshole, it feels about a fucking hundred god dam degrees.

The EW is so cute with their 40 years now of word games and teasing, and when I try and play along, I am just a jerk off liar who is no dam good for shit. What did I say I thought of in my tiny little fucking seven year old head that day when my mom was in the classroom, called by my teacher, Miss Mulhall, in the fucking first grade, damned if I do and damned if I cunt eating fucking don't? How do you say that thing, Dad and Dawn-Marie? SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!

BANG BANG BANG BANG SLAM, SHERIFF FUCKING MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY SIR, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, these are not blogs so let me get out of the habit of speaking to other people in these words. I am going to tell some powerful fucking shit. First off, the enemy has destroyed my personal luck factor or my cosmos magnetic inter-relationship or for short, my ''MAGNETICS''. Today's test score took recently, was a MINUS 8. RECENTLY, AND SINCE I HAVE BEEN PAST THE ANNUAL MPB OF 32x5, IT IS AVERAGING AROUND MINUS 8, SO TODAY'S MOTHER FUCKING SCORE IS RIGHT PERFECTLY AND EXACTLY ON THE GOOD OLD $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.

I AM BEING MAJOR HACKED, FIRE ALARMS ARE BAD, NABES FROM HELL ARE POURING IT ON, PLANES AND CHEMTRAILS WERE VERY BAD, THIS WAS AN ALL OUT FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, PAM BONDI, MAHM. Also, my document will not save, so at least it will post. I keep getting an error screen that will not allow me to save it. Somehow there are two documents with the same title of chapter-letter, so I will have to make one new document now, called AAAH.

Yes, my fucking scumbag neighbors from hell ARE ANNOYING THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF ME. Whenever Stanley next door is away, they make all the noise they want to, and the reason is simple. They don't give a fuck about honky fucking me. I am not one of them or in their HIP HOP RAP SCUM CLUB, nor would I ever wanna' fucking be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will call 911 soon; believe THAT!

NOW ON THIS CUNT LAPPING FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR ATTACK DAY, HERE ARE MY MPB CALCULATIONS, YO!!!

AFTER I PRODUCE THESE FOR THE RECORD AND FOR THE JOURNAL, I THEN WILL TELL TWO POWERFUL Q&A ITEMS THAT WERE ASKED OF THE GREAT GAGA-KITTY!

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Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything

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HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, NJ-USA Home | County News | News Videos | Photo Gallery | Directions | Calendar | A - Z | Contact Search Site: Health Social Services Recreation & Leisure Public Safety County Government Planning & Infrastructure Financial Assistance Education & Employment EGG HARBOR CITY'S SECRET DAWN LAUGHING KING'S MAGIC SCHOOL OF GRINS AND TAUNTS, GOOD OLD HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, AHA-AHA-AHA, REAL FUNNY. NOW UR IN DREAM-LAND!

JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY GOOD FOLKS, LIFE SUCKS!!!

EVERYTHING SUCKS. DAVE ROTH SAID IT FUCKING ALL, WE HAVE POWERFUL ENEMIES, AND IT MAKES US JUST WANT TO SIT HERE AND DIE. THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT, IT IS TOTALLY HOPELESS. HE'S TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING CORRECT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX????????? And I know who they are. They are TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, and yes, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that mouth! ALSO

THE MIGHTY NCC-CLOUD IS BEHIND IT ALL!!!!!!!

I ran into '10 grand Joe Supersecrets' today, with the special bicycle battery of the Melanie and many other high-notes clubs of Planet Earth. Oh yes folks, I come out of a powerful fucking nightmare interaction where I am in a school/class-room setting, and the next day at the fucking HARVEST, I am in the computer class, and WOW, do I get attacked by a horrible monster, just like those fucking filthy thugs that got me at the store, yes SPACE-TIME-MIND, my disappointment with people runs from the lowest ghetto trash all the way up to the top of the food chain, and the great EX-POPE knows all the details exactly why this is so!!!!!!!! Gee people, could I be right again with my trillions of predictions? DUH! By the way, when I said decillion, I meant to say nonillion, several blogs back, when I posted up that very large number. Yes Bruce Allen Pennock, I still can hear that Mini Ripperton way you would say back in the early seventies that we are all human, and that nobody is perfect, old buddy, old pal, forget about any cement businesses or building and loan outfits, hyperspace traveler Jimmy!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SAID THAT PUSSY COMMAND WOULD COME IF THIS FUCKING DEATH SIEGE DID NOT BACK THE SHIT OFF, FOLKS, AND IT DID, YO. JUST TODAY, WHILE OUT VISITING MY PAL ON HUTCHINSON ISLAND SOUTH, MIKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I left his house at just minutes past five this frikkin evening, YO, I went to put seven smacks into my automobile at the only station that is still open on the island, down the way from the Subway Restaurant, and when I went in, a lovely doll around twenty, give or take a couple of years; was all over me, even staring at me and smiling, when she walked out of the place. Other female flirtation incidents were also part of my excursion outside today, but this was the largest one. I could have smiled at her, and she would have given it up, YO. I think I am doing pretty mother fucking good for age fifty-eight. Oh 'Captains', so much shit keeps talking the same tune, YO?

L-4, there is a lot to tell, and not all will be told, not by a fucking cock licking long shot, not right now, friends and fiends. I will cut to the chase, and tell what I feel needs to be told right know on this very blog, in this endless and fucking unrelenting war with the OTAMMIC WOMO MILI-2-FORCE. All day, doors are fucking slamming and banging, the fucking music was cranked up at twenty past eight, and then went down to a tolerable level. This was another MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING SUPER BOTBAR MONSTER DAY for me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, it is not as though any of this fucking twisted diseased horse swallowing shit is new, it isn't. That's the fucking problem folks, it is old, and as I told fucking Ingrid in early 1984 over the internet telephone of the few in the know peeps that know what this is all fucking ass about; it is “VERY VERY VERY OLD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's a quote, and not a fucking ass exaggeration, YO dude. I have not had, to my best recollection aniwho; any 'dreaming-interactions' that involve THE LOTTERY, since that day in early autumn somewhere of 1980, back in Voorhees, New Jersey, Mister Crowley Towtrucks Glendale Bank CROOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night, as you all know from the blog a couple back from this one, I did; and big time. But I had a wild experience earlier in the fucking night as well, and I will tell you all something about it right now. Some of my readers know about the Speedship Sunram that I designed around the time of the total eclipse of the sun in the East New Jersey area, in middle March somewhere back in 1970, during the big drop of snow. Oh Babe, Misses Henderson, what can I say to these hurricanes a couple of years later, you dog, WOLF? Aniwho, powerful fucking shit is all involved with this wild solar powered jet hydroplane speed-ship, that I sat down and designed for no apparent reason whatsoever. It was the very first thing that popped into my deeper unconsciousness during my session of hypnotherapy, at Doctor Mark Wolf's Clinic, on Main street, in Moorestown, in early 1996; right after my counselor at the Saint Barnabas shit hole in Cherry hill, New Jersey; suffered a mental collapse and nervous breakdown, after I told him about SARAH KRASSLE, and the 1986 powerful 'nightmare' that seemed to last for five full months; and I know that the Star Trek people used this story line on their episode with the Rusican planet, and Picard being struck on the bridge of his starship, by their probe, and under its control for 25 minutes, only to him, it was a mother fucking ass lifetime. I am so glad when I can offer so many folks, so many bright ideas, Mizz Parsons of Pinkerton Security Company, even after all these years have now mother fucking passed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were many other powerful things that all connected into this wild experience, as I said, telling just a little bit of it to Counselor Kieth, over at Saint Barnabas Health clinic in late 1995 somewhere, and he went fucking ass nuts, and for all I know, he drove to the Tulleytown, Pennsylvania landfill, fell asleep one night on top, and met Bloody Mary; as this will do it every time, and no candles, or sore throats, or bitten up necks are necessary, to do the job, Parson Brown, WHAAAA and super fucking W---O---W. No mahm, yes mahm, and merry Christmas, and screw the LAMBRIGG CULT, YO!!!

SUNRAM was named for the eclipse, and the appearance of the moon and sun 'ramming' into each other at this time. But SUNRAM is all tied into the locked box that contained a powerful and beyond outlandish motor-cycle chain, and book, written by me at age fourteen, called, THE BOOK OF BEACH, an adolescent version of MORIANITY, and the story of my experiences, limited then so I thought and believed, to ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, was this laugh on me about a trillion mother fucking ass times peeps. It was right around the time that I designed this solar-powered hydroplaning water vessel, and snow storm, and total eclipse, that another incident also had occurred. I had a powerful interaction with THE SUN. He told me that everybody thought he was going to last a very long time, but that he was shortly going to die. I laughed at him in the “DREAM”, and I told him he will be around for about another five billion years, as this is what I was taught in school. It was a ten billion year cycle yellow type average star, our closest one; and that it was about midway into its nuclear burn cycle, while it converts hydrogen into helium, as all stars do. He kept insisting that the scientists had it all wrong and that he was not going to be around much longer. If you study and examine my blogs in 2006-2008, I totally know that I have blogged and told you all about this dream in vivid detail before. Right now, the sun is at its peak for intensity in an eleven year cycle, as every 5.5 years it is at its lowest intensity, and then goes to its highest in another 5.5 years. If we back up the years, this year in 2012, this means the cycles going back through time where the sun is most active with solar storms and many other electromagnetic and nuclear events, would be as follows, as we simply keep subtracting twelve years, into the late part of these other earlier years. 2001, 1990, 1979, 1968, 1957, 1946, and 1935. Historians know well, a powerful pattern of human behavior seems to honestly parallel these times of greater solar intensity. Just going back a few, we get 9-11, the death of Sarah J. Karge at the age of 94 years, the rise of the great disco queen Donna Summer into her most glorious year, the final year that my mom and I vacationed together at the Atlantic City TRINIDAD HOTEL on TENNESSEE AVENUE, and the first televised black and white old SUPERMAN show from the writers and owners “Action Comics”, as in comic stores, the Callio's, and Karge's hotel original owner's adopted 'son', Chester Perkowski. Many would laugh who reside in Missouri, and say that anyone can do stuff like this with cycles, and words, and patterns, and rhythms, etcetera; and my answer to them is, I know that they can; they just are too stupid to go and do it. I pushed a button quickly by pure accident, folks, and look what magically appeared on the blog, from my last blog, if this is not beyond awesome, my

question is then, tell me what is, YO?

Have you ever ever wondered where the chemtrails really go?

Do they merely just go whizzing by and make the four winds blow?

Do the fish out in the ocean even care that they are there?

The way that things have all become might end up in a glare.

We think we know, we feel we know, we stop and go so fast and slow, but out at sea or here with me, one thing I know, it isn't nineteen-eighty-three.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Yes the good old tell you anything song, sure rubbed a lot of fucking feathers and gills, the wrong way, huh my fellow citizens of this wonderful ass Earth Planet? Like DUH. Oh Mrs. Marola, you are relentless when you want your way, or really, need your way might explain stuff a little better. Please don't make my endless hell even worse, YO. Thank you.

W---O---W.

HOW ABOUT MY SONG, CHEMTRAILS OF 1987, REALLY, DOES ANYONE HAVE ALL THE DAM ANSWERS FOR ALL OF THIS, PRESIDENT KORSOKOLF MCCOY? Let me take a breath and try and clear my throat now, Shirley and Stephanie, and Mizz Taylor, and Mizz Howard, and even you too, wonderful Melanie, fuck your roller skates, the other Melanie from the office, and yes, your other left, Bobby, boy do I know about con jobs and mother fucking rip offs, AAU, and old pal, Lightning Prefontaine of Coos Bay, Oregon. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING LORD-SAR, WHERE HAVE ALL THE TREE ANGELS GONE, MISTER COOLIO-FOOLIO DANGERROD?????

NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT

IS THIS THE END OF THIS TRANSMISSION?

No no no no no, Shorty MacInvondi Trump, sir.

ANYTHING THESE FUCKING WALL STREET MONSTER CUNT BASTARDS CAN DO GINA MY LOVE, TO HUT ME AND BRING THEIR DOW JONES FLYING BACK, THEY WILL HONEY CAKES, AND I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, RIGHT?

FLY FLY FLY, ON MY BACK!

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MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR CHARTS, YO YO YO YO!!!!

THEY WILL BE COMING UP IN A MINUTE, BUT NOW, HERE ARE MY COPYRIGHTS, AND MORE ARE ON THE WAY, WORLD.

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

The inescapably trueness in all of this, would be those two great numbers; the 3, and the 4. There is more power in these two numbers when used and combined with the basic positive two functions of mathematics, addition and multiplication, which includes all four mathematical basic functions if used forward or reversed with subtraction and division; but using the 3 and the 4 together with these functions, does a whole lot more than just bring us to the marvelous and ever so trumped great 1984 number, and that is what I'll be getting into after I explain JUST WHY MY BLOGS ARE BACK, FOLKS!! Yes, my private-life-journal is over, and we are back now to MY BLOGS, as we have been now for coming right up now on eight solid years.

If Saturday and Sunday and Monday could have gone without BOTBAR, I could drop back out of this MONSTER FUCKING HIGH 32 PERCENT, BACK TO 31; AND THIS IS A NO-NO FOR ME, SAYS FUCKING JERK OFF WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, quite fucking cunt obviously, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jesus mother fucking Christ Almighty;

DON'T SKIP THIS BLOG!!!!!

HALL AND HIS DAM 'FAWCESS', YO YO YO!

THE MOTHER FUCKING GOOGLE WON'T ALLOW ME TO MAKE FUCKING PASTE INS OF CERTAIN PAGES ON MY DASHBOARD, SHOWING THE STATS FOR THE BLOG, SO YOU WILL HAVE TO TAKE MY MOTHER FUCKING WORD FOR SHIT. I LEARNED THAT THIS IS NOT A COMPILATION BLOG AS I ONCE THOUGHT AND CAME TO BELIEVE. IT IS A TOTAL READ OUT, AND I WILL PRINT THESE TOTALS OUT SINCE EVERY TIME I TRY AND PASTE THE PAGE OR A SMALL PART OF IT, THE SYSTEM FUCKING CRASHES DOWN.

HALLS FAWCES HAVE A LOT TO DO WITH SHIT TOO FOLKS, AS THIS WAS LOST WHEN I TRIED TO RECOVER LOST FUCKING DATA. IT NO LONGER IS PART OF THE BLOG, MOTHER FUCKING GOOGLE JERK OFFS. IF THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO DO SOMETHING, WHY CAN'T THESE RAT FUCKING BASTARDS TELL YOU NOT TO DO IT, IF YOU DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING RULES, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING PLAY THE FUCKING GAME????????????????? The inescapably trueness in all of this, would be those two numbers, the 3, and the 4. You cannot escape this, and it is all throughout HALLS GREAT FUCKING FAWCES, TO QUOTE THIS GREAT LATE EIGHTIES DUDE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A child can click on the (3-MONTH deal), and see that my problem all began on August mother fucking 28 this year, the day I added some real super artificial talent, to the song called, ''YBCO'' and things never even attempted to look back from that fucking ass point, good folks.

BOTBAR TIMES 3, 50% BOTBAR ON THE MONTH, AND TOOTH AGONY!!!!! Only the tooth agony followed the printing of things before they quantum occurred, good peeps!!!!!!!! So is that fucking totally beyond cool or what, or whatever, old pal Bob Andrews? SLAM SLAM BAM BOOM, take it fucking easy, idiot door slammer mother fucker!!!!!!!!! YEAH, THE DAY THEY TAKE IT EASY ON ME, DEBBIE MARATO, ''I'LL BE ATLANTIC CITY HATE-COP FUCKING NIGHTMARE DEAD'', RIGHT DAVID ROTH, OLD LATE GREAT PAL, OLD BUDDY, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

ALL DAY LONG, I HAVE BEEN THE VICTIM OF THE NCC-CLOUD-AKA-HALLS FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!

Either way, it is 59 mother fucking years of being mother fucking damned if I do, and damned if I don't. I can turn left, right, stay still, or try both ways; and nothing ever allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

WOW how I love the fucking

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

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WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

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WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

DID I SAY HOW MUCH I ADORE THOSE DARLING FUCKING JERK OFFS OF THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE

WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE?????????????????????????????

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

I should have left, and gone to mother fucking MEXICO, a few months ago, instead of thinking like a total cunt lapping dickhead mother fucker, that I could fight scum like my kid and her friends and her dog walking rotten family!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when I did what I did back on August the mother fucking twenty-eighth, life changed for me as big as it did back on august 15, in 19 mother fucking cock sucking 86!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Come on PEE, where are you?

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”

I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…

Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Posted by: Listener Therese | December 12, 2006 at 09:02 AM

I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

Posted by: Steve PMX | December 12, 2006 at 12:03 PM

Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

Posted by: K. | December 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM

Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?

Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.

Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.

Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!

Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM

I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.

Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM

http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/

Posted by: Goyim in the AM | February 24, 2009 at 05:04 PM

Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.

It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.

When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.

Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?

It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.

On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’

I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.

Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net

Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

Trying to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these years, is next to, if not totally impossible. Still folks, let's see what we can do, to take a bite out of all this for right now; Natalie Wood and Roseann Delaney, YO.

{{{(((O---U---C---H)))}}}

Jewelly White Roseann, Livingston?

MY DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS, YOUR LITTLE BOY LOVES YOU SO VERY MUCH, YOU AWESOME GIRL OF MAGIC-27-ELECTRONS. YES SIR, WORLD AND ME AND WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE, WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY, …..............

''Me from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

© THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.

COME ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT, HELP, YO.

It is only minutes after I ended the other blog. It also is mother fucking eleven-eleven, in the mother fucking morning, and this is not going to be a good cunt eating day, after a major clock attack from Jane Shit Head Bitch Weeds Fonda; along with the nabes, and noise, even though it is not real loud, and also; along with a major fucking cock sucking sky attack, and especially a fucking ass slew of nasty ass

CHEMTRAILS.

You can add to this list, the computer, even totally off line, is playing games with me, and hacking me. It is not internet, or the machine itself; nor is it any person or group. It is the power of a teasing energetic entity and its surrounding controlled reality, to contact, and then go onto take control, over some (REALITY-CHUNK), as was all fully explained on enough previously blogged texts, so as to make sense enough to readers, to at least, agreeing or not with me on the issue of its reality; following along, and not being in the dark about what my words are discussing, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now above is a paste in that could be done from any month of any year. Nothing ever changes around me, so how the fuck am I supposed to change? This can also be described as nothing less than the mother fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE. So am I sayin' something yet, Billy and Sally???????????????????????????

This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

So here I a am in hot sunny Florida, on this tenth day of December, 1400 miles give or take from everything I used to know and be a little bit more of a part of. I did not ask for this, it was either this or die at the hands of a true monster rat by the name of DAWN-MARIE KING. Just what would have been said to me by that lady driver of that silver Volvo car in late 89 or early 90 while I resided at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey? Would she have told me this entire mess was in my future? Would she have merely said that she wants to fuck my brains out? These things that people try not to do but they do anyway, you know, the pondering of the shoulda coulda woulda stuff in our lives, is not as simple as it may appear. Nothing in our cosmos is, and guys and gals from the great SCIENCE CABLE CHANNEL, know this stuff only too fucking well, good peeps. To me, it is always 2000, 1967, 1995, you name it. The only time that it never is, is a time that these entities of the great and evil NCC-CLOUD won't ever let it be for me, is RIGHT NOW, PRESENT TIME. This is not allowed. I do not dare ever have any existence in the present. This is something that needs addressing and explaining, but the really smart folks if reading these words, don't need it addressed or explained, because they indeed know already.

I have a lot of things to tell and say. Naturally; I will pick and choose the few that time permits all of us to share in some really mind blowing stuff, even in you may not be consciously aware of this truth, old yesteryear pal RUSSELL THAXTON, AND COUNT CUTSHAVES, our great teacher!!!!!

DECEMBER 2013 MPB CHART:

DECEMBER DATE---BOTBARS---MPB---MONTH YEAR MPB-AG.

01 00 00 16

02 00 00 16

03 01 33 33

04 01 25 29

05 01 20 27

06 01 17 25

07 02 29 31

08 02 25 29

09 02 22 27

10 03 30 31

11 04 36 34

12 04 33 33

13 05 38 35

14 05 36 34

15 05 33 33

16 06 38 35

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR (MPB) 2013, MOST RECENT WEEKS IN TIME CHART:

DECEMBER DATE--- DAY-YEAR #---2013 MPB---TOT. BOTBARS

01 335 32X08 107

02 336 32X09 107

03 337 32X10 108

04 338 32X11 108

05 339 32X12 108

06 340 32X13 108

07 341 32X14 109

08 342 32X15 109

09 343 32X16 109

10 344 32X17 110

11 345 32X18 111

12 346 32X19 111

13 347 32X20 112

14 348 32X21 112

15 349 32X22 112

16 350 32X23 113

EVERY POSSIBLE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING THING THAT HAPPEN NEGATIVELY FOR FUCKIGN CUNT ME, DOES! For a few examples that are obvious right off the page chart for a blind mother fucker to see as clearly as 100 Johnny Nash's; it was the day number eleven in this final month of December, that brought the annual total of BOTBARS to one hundred and eleven, the odds for this to happen in any of the last few months are way way way way way under a 50-50 fucking shot. Yet if you were gambling on nearly 50-50 roulette odds, you would be paid one to one, only it does not occur on a one to one event, more like 5-10 to mother fucking twat licking one!!!!!!!!!! I could show at least five other examples of weird shit that has a much lower normal odds chance to happen, than does happen, and there it is, IT DOES FUCKIGN HAPPEN, not once, not five times, not a hundred fucking times, BUT ALL THROGUHOUT MY ENTRIRE FUCKING COCK SUCKING ASS LIFE TIME, YO YO!!

I knew I would never get under the fucking 32% for annual MPB. Once the cunt lapping fucking twenty-eighth day of August death magnetic siege struck, it was cunt huffing 100% totally fucking GAME OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anything, I FULLY FUCKING EXPECT THE YEAR TO END UP ONE MORE PERCENT; AT A TOTAL OF 33% MPB. THINK THE FUCKING CHRIST ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND, IF SOMEONE IS UP HERE LOOKING AT THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING ASS SHIT. THAT'S EVERY 3 DAYS OF YOUR LIFE, CONTAINING A REAL SUPER ROTTEN BAD FUCKIGN DAY, WITH ENEMIES DIRECTLY PERSECUTING YOU, AND YOU KNOW IT; AND THEY KNOW IT; AND THERE AIN'T MOTHER FUCKING SHIT CHEWING SQUAT BEANS THAT YOU CAN EVER DO TO GET IT STOPPED AND FUCKING PROSECUTED. AND THEN JERK OFFS LIKE THE BON JOVI PEEPS WONDER WHY MY BLOGS ''ARE SO FULL OF ANGER'', TO QUOTE RYAN AND MISTER CELLPHONE. Well I am here to say, stop your mother fucking wondering. What are you, totally fucking ass retarded, YO??????????????????????? No wonder my kids voice came out all fucked up and nothing like 1980 when I did some real wild fucking shit, 3 decades ahead of everybody in the Gates/Jobs/Dell world, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOW FOR THE QUESTIONS THAT I ASKED GAWKY GAUKAUK ON THIS SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR NUMBER 6 FOR DECEMBER-2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHATJEWSAY DAWN AND DAD, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT????????????????? I thought that is what you said, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM BANG BANG, PUBLIC HOUSING MOTHER FUCKING ASS AUTHORITY, AT QUARTER PAST MOTHER FUCKING EIGHT, ON THIS HELL NIGHT OF SUPER BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAY GAGA KITTY, YO, WHY AM I UNDER THIS MIND BOGGLING DEATH HELL ASSAULT FROM MY ENEMIES TODAY?????

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-253, MARK. MY ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, MATCH OUT TO THESE FOLLOWING FUCKING ITEMS, SO FAR COLLECTED IN MY NON COMPUTERIZED DATA BANK:

EDWIN POTTER, OFFICE DEPOT, GREATEST FISH IN THE BAY, EXPLORATION, KNOCK ON WOOD, BLACK SHELLS, WHEN 'NEW SHOES' GROUP FIRST APPEARED IN NEW YORK CITY, BRAND NEW KEY, VIQUEEN GANG, CONNECTION WITH SONG 'GONNA' GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU'

HAY GAGA KITTY, YO, WHAT IS MC'S PROBLEM WITH ME RIGHT NOW?????

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-633, MARK. MY ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER MATCH OUT TO THESE FOLLOWING FUCKING ITEMS, SO FAR COLLECTED IN MY NON COMPUTERIZED DATA BANK.

COPYRIGHT OFFICE, DOCTOR, TENNESSEE AVENUE, UNOCAL, FAMILY, SATURN, DELMO CIFALOGLIO, MARIAH CAREY AND NICK CANNON

Some folks say that life is a beach, 'whatever the fucking hell that's supposed to mean', huh Gab? All I know is that this is no walk in the fucking park. It is no day at any beach that I would want to be at, maybe it is indeed a day at the beach, after all somebody drowns in the ocean every year in many states all over the place, so maybe it is one of their fucking days on the beach. Jesus fucking Christ man, I don't have the answers. I am not one bit closer to having them, or in any way am I one tiny bit fucking better off than the day that I mother fucking walked the shit out of fucking high school, and yet nobody tries harder than I do to improve my fucking shit in this life. If I don't have good reasons to bitch and moan and complain, than all I can mother fucking say is this: I seriously fucking doubt that any person alive now or ever, DOES EITHER!!!!!

The average mother fucker lives in a ''MAGNETIC'' of between plus 2 and minus two in long running annual play. I run around minus 6 to minus 10 perpetually. You cannot intentionally reverse shit either to make things work, that has all been mother fucking tried and tried and tried again, INGRID, my lovely one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So all that is left now to say for today is this fucking little shit.

MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, OPEN COMMAND G-7, HEAR MY VOICE PRINT NOW, MMMMMMMMMMMMM.

MAX OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN, MAXING OUT YOUR CONTROLS AGAINST THE GAIN, SCAN ALL MOTHER FUCKERS HURTING ME AND ALL THE ONES BEHIOND IT NOW AND ALL THESE MANY YEARS AND PREPARE TO TOTALLY DESTROY AND WIPE THEM ALL OUT, UNDER A PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, ''I'' TO ''D'', WITH AN A/B TONE PHASING. HEAR MY TWO TONES NOW THROUGH ZDT AND SCAN HYPERSPACE AND ALL OF STM AND NCC-CLOUD WITH ADT. DESTROY AND OBLITERATE ALL OF MY ENEMIES,

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

GO TO GENERAL ORDER 901, G-189, G-1133, UNDER CODED GENERAL ORDER 2, CG-5555, CG-18,

A---N---D------------------S---T---O---P!

SOME BUNCH OF MOTHER FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME SINCE FUCKING AUGUST OF 1986, AND AGAIN SINCE AUGUST OF 2013, I PROIMISE YOU MISTER TAHREN GANDHI.

“YES MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON, AND ART IS QUITE MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can escape this fucking EVIL EMPIRE, be the very source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last fucking dime they all have, and make that dream come into fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from Mantua, New Jersey, where the treasury had cut me a check for it ALL!!!

THEN YOU WILL ALL BE SNOWED IN!

TERMINATION OF JOURNAL!!!