I
AM BEING PLAYED BY THE ENTIRE COSMOS, AND THIS WILL BE THE LAST
PUBLISHED BLOG FOR A WHILE. I AM GOING OFF GRID UNTIL I FEEL LIKE
PUBLISHING AGAIN, ONCE THIS BLOG IS POSTED.
FOR
THE PAST WEEK, ONLY A VERY FEW ARE READING ANYTHING I PUT UP HERE. I
DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF ANYTHING. AFTER I SAID I WAS NOT GOING TO
POST PUBLICLY BEFORE A COUPLE WEEKS BACK, I HAD A FLURY OF MORE THAN
200 HITS, AN ALL TIME HIGH DAILY PAGE HIT EVENT FOR MY BLOGS, EVER.
THE VIEWERS OF THIS BLOG ARE DOING THE VERY SAME THING THAT ALL THOSE
AROUND ME THAT I CALL THE WOMO OR THE MILITUFORCE, HAS BEEN DOING TO
ME SINCE 1986, AND MAYBE YEARS AND YEARS BEFORE THAT TIME AS WELL.
HEAD-GAMES, HEAD-GAMES, AND MORE TURD CHEWING HEAD-GAMES.
THIS
IS THE PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND IS SECTION AABD.
STARTING WITH SECTION AABE, I WILL BE KEEPING ONE LONG RECORD ON MY
WORD DOCUMENT, AND JUST POST RARELY, TO KEEP A TRUE SAFE JOURNAL OF
MY LIFE, SO IT CANNOT BE EASILY WIPED OUT AS WAS MY JOURNAL BEFORE
THAT, ON CASSETTE MOTHER FUCKING TAPE.
The
strangest part of all is I am such a dumb ass fuckin g piece of shit,
it could be measured in 3-Stooge laughs 1000 fucking times over, like
a trillion spinning top Curly's, and if we can add a powerful bizarre
family into the mix, a few dozen Atlantic City Treymore Hotels, as
well. This machine is totally under their control and has been since
this all started, even though I was using another computer then back
in fucking cunt eating New Jersey. One day the Spellchecker tells me
to spell the hotel with an 'A', another day with an 'E'. BUTT, that
is all within the twilight zone washcloth limits of all of this, from
Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey just south of Atlantic City,
all the way to Dogtown, or maybe the hottest parts of Krassleville
where all the mean giant evil bully dudes hang out just looking to
pick fights and put shit into cans of Campbell's soup, while
maintenance men shine moon-lights as they go tearing up apartment
complex stairwells.
Just
when my mother fucking blogs get real good, the viewers go away. THIS
IS NOTHING BUT HEAD GAMES, and from now on, I am not letting any of
them out there, fuck with my head. Funny, my own fucking worthless
rotten daughter thinks that I have done this to her, or so she tells
her closest peeps, yes I have eyes and ears everywhere, and even
maybe inside the CIA and the NSA. None of you bastards on this planet
can stop a hyperspace traveler from the void who knows where he truly
is and that this is all a dam fucking illusion.
Now I
am going to tell you all something that you don't know, and I don't
fucking care if you own the fucking NEVER SAY ANYTHING club, from
poison cakes to bloody shoes. Up until a week ago, I was blaming
people and hating people. Most of you in this world, also when you
are wronged, do this as well. It is normal, natural, and quite human,
Bruce Allan Pennock. The problem is however is that you think you are
kicking ass when you are just putting a gadget onto your shoe that
goes up over your head, then behind you, and well, you get the rest
of it. This story is way more important to me than worrying about a
count of page hits, or who's cheating on who in the country bumpkin
world, and so on. When I would land into Jane Monster-Slapper Fonda
for example, I was wearing that wild foot gadget. When I rail against
the wealthies or the WOMIO or who or whatever is making my life total
hell, and the music world connection, again, the wild foot gadget. I
seem to forget the lyrics to my own songs from cunt eating 1983, such
as, ''They think they're driving the car of their life, never knowing
their minds cannot see''. Not being able to stay true to my own
belief systems is nothing short of powerful mother fucking MIND
CONTROL. But this again, is far from what anyone on this rotten
fucking Earth has a clue about. The true forces exist not on a large
level, but in a miniaturized world of true awesome power, the land of
the subatomic, the spiritual, THE FUCKING ASTRAL
PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
most powerful times in my life were all centered around the three
great years of 1969, 1980, and 1994. I have totally figured out why,
and what is going on. I do not fucking dare say what I have come to
realize, and then hit a post publish button with this incredible
unfathomable information. But hay MILITUFORCE, just know that I now
know the whole fucking deal. You may doubt me or think this to be a
cosmic poker bluff, that is all on all of
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
27, 2014,
MONDAY
NIGHT AT 10:30
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
If
a major life change is going to begin, as the wiccans would say, they
believe in starting new things after the lunar cycle begins to grow
larger, and I know that doing major life changes, is most effective
if done on the number of electricity, three to the power of three, to
quote MIDDIE and her dream-message to me in late 1984 while residing
on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, New Jersey. I will still have a
safe journal, I will still be keeping it private in so far as just
pretending it is just my own notes and journals, only since it is
kept on a word document system on a personal computer, and can be
easily cut and pasted to public blog sites, every so often, maybe 2
or 3 times monthly, I will post. During the in-between post times, I
will just add to my own writings hour by hour and day by day, as the
mood strikes me and as life and shit around me take me. We go where
it goes, and I just follow the facts, Jack McCoy and Commissioner
Arnie McClarin, from the greatest hit television show in all of
history, ''LAW & ORDER''.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
Doors
were much better today, and so was hall shouting. The entire place
was quiet until almost evening, and then there was a little activity,
within normal ranges. I am not a Simon Legree folks, but I am not
going to sit here and be a target for this endless persecution and do
nothing about it except die in my shower as we all get permanently
snowed in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
what is behind the roller coaster and drop???????
Who
is going to ever care, or help me get out of eternity in hell?
Everyone is a robot. The worst fears of my generation of ultra high
technological wizardry, have all become realized. It's all come to
pass, it's happened. I tried to warn the world of my vision in 1980
that you can just think of as the Lois Foca Vision for all I give a
mother fucking rats ass, but dam it folks, I did try as hard as I
could, and nobody listened, and nobody believed, and now it is
forever completely TOO LATE!!!!! Well let me get into the great Dow
Jones Dorney Park non mile high other non-vision, without tablets,
magic newspapers, or any other shit from Pete Pote, Sheri-Lee Pote,
and the rest of the time manipulation gang. First, all of this was on
ABC television right around the time that my huge vision with the
Almighty Middie GODDESS of the astral heavens, and the short time to
follow 19 day vacation at the home of child molester Thomas J. Reale,
of Somers Point, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The other fantastic television
show, ''DARK SHADOWS'' was actually daring to expose the LAMBRIGG
CULT, calling them, the Leviathans. Wall Street was involved with the
character Skylar Rumson. The washcloth nightmares that were in a
serial recurring fashion while I was in that home in the 1970 summer,
also, was all mixed in with this entire mess that is all going on
with me, to this very day. If you are reading these words before you
die, Tom, you mother fucker, just know that you were the biggest
puppet of all, in the great bag of the Mind
Control Puppeteers. I will be
getting more into these EMCEEPEE lung
destroyers at a later time, but for
right now, a moron retard child, should be able to draw a few
connections. The giant 3 jet chemtrail in 1969, that I have come to
call a trinitrail, along with how these things cause pulmonary
problems that to these modern days of 2014, anyone can go right into
social media sources such as the mighty YOUTUBE, and type in
chemtrails, and see a million videos and see how indeed, there is no
way that all these peeps can be crazy when they claim, as do I, that
we are all having our bloody lungs cut out and destroyed, BOO and
BOOBY and Warren, and RCW Senior's girlfriend from Staten Island, my
eyes and ears, to my daughter and her so many powerful friends in
that lovely adorable RIAA, so munch on that a while, lovely
Florida
Attorney
General
Pam
Bondi, WHAAAAAAAAA!!
DID
SOMEBODY JUST SAY DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, 2006 Hyundai
Auto????????????????????????
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with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
COPYRIGHT
CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
ALSO,
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? If only Steve Wynn and all
their blind or fake phony blind eyes could see, right united States
Office of the Copyrights??????????????
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I
don't mean to showboat here, Nike Sneakers, but WOW, page eleven of
eleven still needs compensating for, and a monster slap or two from
lots of my lovely enemies, ouch, ouuuuh, yo don't make me cry, I'm
mother fucking fragile,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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When
I climbed out of the bed, even worse cunt chewing agonizing
nightmares continued on for me.
Well
folks, I do not need to sing any songs or use my keyboard amplifier
to go pick up my medications over at the great Twenty-Fifth, Orange,
Happy, and Healthy Avenues, or for that matter, be ripped off each
month there, or be annoyed by stupid silly pre-planned little bratty
girls!!!!!!!!!!!!! All nothing but puppets, dangling on incredible
Shakespearean strings for the cosmic fucking ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
why the Dorney Park merging with Broad and Wall and Unhealthy
Streets, Tall-Teens Pharmacy? Well, let me get out of the Nick Gage
Cave and tell you a quick little snippet explanation. Jim Burr
actually had this answer all along, and gave it to me at a place
called the Deptford Mall, in Deptford, New Jersey, just down the road
from the once famous and thriving Deptford Haddonwood Swim and
Healthy Happy Club. He said, Mark, the answer is there isn't any
answer. I never forgot that. I most likely never ever will.
Oh
I can give you my spin and talk all night, but all that I can ever
say and three bucks will get me a real cheap stale breakfast at some
local donut dive tomorrow morning, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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