Hay
old friend Bob McDowell, from Hopkins Lane, in January of 1973, in
Danny Mackey's class, YO; where has mother fucking 41
years gone to Delta-Dawn-Marie KING????????
Every
mother fucking time their DOW JONES is dropping, and then hits a low
and tried to go back up, THE ENEMY WILL
STRIKE ME HARD. THIS IS A PARALLEL EVENT THAT THEY KNOW
MOTHER FUCKING WORKS EVERY TIME, AND NOTICE THE CHART BELOW, AS
AROUND 2 THIS AFTER FUCKING NOON, IS WHEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME
BY THIS EVIL MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!
I
HOPE YOU ARE BURNING IN HELL, ANN AND DAWN KING, YO!
I
am going through hell with my neighbors from fucking hell, yelling
and slamming all day today, and quite a bit yesterday but today is
far worse. It's been bad all MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING ling-long, Mister
Henry Jurist Fonda, so ''OH FUCK THIS SHIT''!!!
BUTT,
exploratrons do many canonized continuous miracles!!!!!!!!
PRIVATE
LIFE JOURNALS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, THIS IS SECTION AAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNTRUE
UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????
YEAH,
SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA
DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA
WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!
IS
ANYTHING EVER REALLY WHAT IT APPEARS TO BE?
So
indeed folks, just where have all of the
TRUTH-PATRIOTS
all
gone to, and when will any of us ever learn
anything??????????????????
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WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE
OF FUCKING HORRORS.
I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me
yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt
landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than
anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought
this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch
is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang,
it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she
would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could
violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time
2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2
me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into
storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start
over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without
me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and
endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and
wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING
chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces
can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched
myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the
other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking
night forever.
I
was having totally other issues then, with
HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!
This
is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental
balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me
up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN.
JANUARY
25,2014
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 11:25
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
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WOW
DO THINGS MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ASS
S-------U-------C-------K
for me, right
Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In Never
Say Anything peeps, all know what's fucking ass getting said here, YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next to
my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god
almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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right Dawn Cuba Lottery-Dad?????????????? AT&T and the Snowed-In
Never Say Anything peeps, all know what's fucking ass getting said
here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll snow them
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HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL
ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN
INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST,
MAHM.
THANK
YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE
IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY
PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF
ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT
COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A
REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME
BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988,
IN NEW JERSEY.
THANK
YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME
WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE
AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING
ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL
YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING
ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.
OH
PEEPS, YYYYYYYYY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME, AND BELIEVE ME, WHEN YOU
ALL KNOW THAT I AM SO CORRECT AND ACCURATE, WHEN SPEAKING ABOUT
ALL OF MY MANY SERIOUS HORRENDOUS PROBLEMS????
Maybe
it is time for Jim
Burr to lose his
guts over at the Camden, New Jersey, High School, all over again;
right UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE CURATOR AND EXAMINERS, FROM
1984????????????????????
So
what is the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
AND EVEN MORE PRESSING, THEIR MANY WEAPONS USED, that simulates
their ability to act as ''time
travelers like those in the Hollywood movies'',
and what then is the absolute most powerful secret weapon of them
all????????????????????? Well, I will tell you all again, because my
blogs are too long for me to expect peeps to archive more than eight
years of motor mouth long winded text material. This is all in my 8+
years of my BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, but today, I will again, tell a
very compressed story of this great evil awful weapon, the most
invisible powerful weapon since the nuclear neutron bomb, maybe
worse even than this. Peeps believe in the existence of this bomb
that renders things in tact and yet kills off everybody, like
something out of Harry Potter Magic, unless the technology and
science behind it is fully understood. Same thing goes for the
weapons of the great PAWM-PIE, and whether what I now will discuss
is even a part of that or goes beyond even the PAWM-PIE itself, is
anyone's fucking guess, folks. It is known by those in future times
in multiple parallel universes in the hyperspace, as the
weapon-ICPE;
because used correctly, as with most weaponry; it can do good, and
used by scoundrels and vicious evil monsters posing as human beings,
will produce nothing but unfathomable and inconceivable harm to
those this weapon is aimed at. Now just what is ICPE, some wonder,
and some know? Well my friend Seabottom has recently told me that he
does not know, so I am going to explain this to him, for two
reasons. First, he is one of the few folks that I trust out here in
this evil world, and second, it brings me a retaliation against
those who have made every day a living fucking hell for me, just
about,since 15 August in 1986, and worse even still, since 28 August
of 2013. Telling big time shit to potential army-men/women for my
side of the battle, is always a powerful tool in my very limited
pathetic puny arsenal, but at least I do manage to have this, just
as the 2007 older blogs come right out and speak about in the very
title of the entire blog back then, ''RATS, TATS'', TATTLE TAILING
in other words, but not really by the word definition of being a
tattle tail rat, as this implies budding into to other folks' bizz
just to rat them out. These are the peeps who should be taken on one
way trips to deep woods and water. But when I tell of the horrors
and viciousness done to me by the evil MILITUFORCE/MILITUFAWCES, FOR
30+ YEARS, this is not tattle tailing and ratting. This is justice,
like an avenging angel riding a white
horse on the
White
Horse Pike. It
is hard to trump
this last ride, or not see the symbolism in the mark
of the beast. All of my blogs/Morianity is no more than the
Christian Bible coming alive directly through my life, with a lot of
cussing and anger from poor old me, mixed into things. After-all, I
am only a human being, and am not perfect, any more than is Bruce
Allan Pennock, of Beaver Drive, in Barrington, New Jersey,
USA-ES-MWG; back in the middle nineteen seventies!!!!!!! Enough
Bible codes now.
So
a brief explanation of ICPE should of course begin with what the
letters of I-C-P-E stand for, which are, INTENTIONALLY CREATED
PARALLEL EVENT. So now, just what is this all about, as my great pal
Seabottom wishes to know, and maybe, some others as well that just
do not have the stones to ask me, for whatever the reasons,
after-all, those that hook up with me, and I never made any bones
about this, go all the way to extremely ultimate polarities in their
lives, that is to say, way way way up, or way way way down, lovely
1984 INGRID, no puns, well, maybe a small head scratch for those who
really know a lot of Morianity quite well 'by now', Mister Billy
Joel. Now here is a dude who can relate
to the RIAA ripping off his shit,
only he was able to get justice and move on, where as I was just
fucking Huntington crucified, but shall we not allow Satan to get me
off on a tangent here. Let us return to the main point now, the
ICPE, and what this is all about, in very layman's
terms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
us begin at the rudimentary level of walking into a tough biker bar,
with attitude. The only problem is that you stand five two and weigh
a hundred thirty. You walk in and sit down and begin running your
mouth loudly about how all bikers are assholes, and on and on and
on, and really go to town running them down. Within seconds or
minutes depending on how many or how few angels, are invisibly
sitting on your shoulders; you walk outside, and while you are in
the parking lot and walking towards your vehicle, how many times
should you try this 100 times, will you manage to make it safely
into your car and just drive away, totally unscathed? The answer my
friends, is not blowing in the wind, but in the ICPE TECH. I will
explain all that a bit later, but for now let me proceed on with the
initial level of things to build for you a proper foundation, and
then what I go onto tell will not be hard to learn and figure out
what I'm talking about, and who knows, you may read this and say, oh
wow Mister Macy and Chris Kringle, I can relate to this shit myself,
hells bells!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you do not like the bar fight
example, many scenarios can be used to replace that one. This is not
limited to bikers or fist fights by any stretch of the mind. As I
speak, my nabes from hell are screaming and slamming, screaming and
shouting, they are total mother fucking trash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
of course proves to me, that when shit is timed perfectly with what
I am typing and telling, that cosmos and my fawces enemies, do not
want me to tell about the things I am telling. It really honestly
does not take an Einstein to see this or figure this out like it's
some gigantic math formula on a Princeton University blackboard. It
is as simple as a third grade lesson, if folks would wake up and see
I have nothing to gain personally by what I tell all of you, except
for the remotest possible chance of getting my nightmare life
exposed by some good force somewhere, be it the ACLU or 100 other
similar possibilities, and then things get fully investigated, and
hopefully then, eventually stopped, and even prosecuted, and even
further, that I would be awarded a jury award settlement for what
this pile of disease has put me through for 230 years now, and if 5
billion dollars was given to a family in California for one lousy
exploding gas tank in their car, this has to be worth a minimum of
another zero tacked on to that figure, or distant cuzz Donnie X 5
net worth for me, AFTER TAXES!!!!!!!!! But back now to Intentionally
Created Parallel Event. The intentionally created speaks for itself,
so parallel event will be focused on here first. All the other shit
is saying is that this knowledge of parallel event as with many
powerful things in this life, can be positively used and directed
properly into useful channels, or it can be misdirected and misused,
or all out fully abused, against one's enemies, intentionally used,
or more accurately, intentionally created around a person, and I
will now further explain, by returning to parallel event. This is
not something that I invented. It is only the stringing together of
those two particular words that I did, but many call this, simple
statistics, and still others may have refered to this in
laboratories where statistical analysis is done on a regular basis,
'a correlation of events'. Some correlations of events are very
obvious and visible and those that are more visible normally and
usually are the ones that also are much more powerful, or higher in
correlation towards a full 100%. The more invisible ones such as
applying two parameters of roulette numbers against the remaining
parameter's next spin, are far less strong, yet they hold over time.
In fact, the best kept secret in all of gaming, one that may have
even been the instrumental reason for my entire life being targeted
to be covertly obliterated and destroyed, is the correlation of the
following spin roulette numbers after previous spins opposite two
parameters. I do not need to get into this other than to tell you
that endlessly, this produces a long run play average for any and
all players, of 7% over the otherwise total random of 50/50. So even
with the house-vig, 5.26%, an infinite game positive advantage is
there to be had, which is an endless 1.74%. Many non gaming pros
laugh at something like that. But pros and owners of casinos DO NOT,
and they know just how real and true, AND DANGEROUS, this
information could potentially be to
them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But in order to make it make
sense without all the math imputed here, I need to tell you that
this means that normally, what would have a 50 out of 100 chance to
come out black, red, odd, even, low, or high, now has a 57% chance
to do so. If no vig was in the game, it would be a very nice hefty
profit, but even with it, winning gaming chips at a rate of 51.74
times out of every 100, and using large value chips, and spending
three hours at the table four days a week, will produce a nice
profit, and is exactly what I did back in 1986, until ALL
HELL BROKE FUCKING LOOSE AROUND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this 57/100 is a weak and invisible parallel event or
correlation of event. Invisible is the word I use verses visible,
because just what is making this happen? Maybe 50 Einsteins could be
android created someday and given 20 years in a lab to do nothing
but work on this, and they may be able to figure out mathematically
why this happens, but the one Einstein was quoted as saying that
things are not available to defeat the game of roulette, the only
thing that works is cheating, and this will get a player barred for
life, and prosecuted, and is by no means ever recommended. But
walking into a tough biker bar with a loud mouth about how much you
think bikers suck, and seeing how many times out of 100 that you can
successfully escape the situation that you just created for
yourself, unharmed in any way, is a visible and therefore a strong
correlation or parallel of events. So first off, not all of these
are able to be seen, (IPE) while many of these are able to be seen
(VPE). 'I' for Invisible, and 'V' for Visible. Then there is
strength of the parallel event averaged over time,which would take
years of laboratory research to come close to start lists of just
such things. Already, there have been lists made such as this in the
Sports-World. They are the big time fans of my Parallel-Event,
again, this was going on long before I was born as the now-me,
'MWM'. Statistics is a very old science, and is fully recognized as
a real true mathematically measurable reality, by all authorities of
the intelligentsia. Uncountable lists exist for how many times did
such and such baseball player get a hit against every pitcher faced,
and how many times not. They even have the wild and bizarre things
that seem to be on the par with what I used parallel event for in
roulette in 1986, and got myself into some monster ass trouble for
my efforts and my nice little 9,200 dollar net profit; which would
not pay the light bill in a casino for an hour, still, they worried
about the potential if 1000 pro gamblers began playing this and
using this on 1000 dollar level chips, 12-30 hours weekly, year in
and year out, basically, a game ender, roulette would be wiped out.
This will never happen for numerous reasons and since none are
germane to the topic right now of explaining ICPE, and starting by
explaining PE itself, they will be glossed over for right now. But
without going real deep into shit and risking losing the attention
of many, here is the short story of how you can use this ICPE WEAPON
against someone you don't like, and no ordinary peeps are ever going
to take any of this seriously, only those powerful world owners who
harass and persecute me with noise and damage and ill health, to
keep an endless bullish economy running since this all crossed over
into reality when I moved into that Norris Avenue Atco home in early
1983 and the markets for the very first time entered the four digit
territory and never ever looked back, and after 1986 and all my hell
and destruction had begun, the markets literally almost doubled year
after year after year for a long time. But let us say that you have
a boss who you despise, and who is known for his hatred of the color
red, and the song 'New York, New York' by Frank Sinatra. You have a
whole bunch of friends who you have told all about ICPE and are
willing to let you prove to them how powerful and real it all is,
and then you tell them, open the windows of your car and drive by
this guy's house, blaring out a CD of that song, a few times a day.
Don't be too obvious, be on a route that if a cop stops you, you can
say I live here, and I am going there, for a gallon of milk; and was
avoiding some traffic ahead of me, and took a little detour. No one
can prove diddly, and yet you
are forcing this dude to hear his lovely song that he hates so much,
over and over. Find out where he shops for things, get friendly with
the owner. Pay the guy ten bucks to have a little boom box that you
supply him, and when this guy is in there, play the song nice and
loud, maybe twice. He can't prove anything. Have a lot of your pals
wear bright red shirts, and walk around the dude's house with a dog
wearing a nice bright red blanket. If they are local to the
neighborhood, even if he suddenly puts this together, he will just
appear as a total crackpot if he dares to try and tell the cops that
this is an organized conspiracy. Still, watch after you do this for
a year or so, as his marriage will fall apart, his children will
start to dislike him and notice his fowl disposition and overall
unexplainable behavior, his performance on the job will suffer, and
suddenly his boss will make sure that you now have a brand new boss
as he gets kicked to the curb for making one too many mistakes or
cussing out a customer, or whatever. This
is the simple lesson on HOW TO USE ICPE. The
more powerful and resourceful that your army is of course, the more
you can do. But you must first investigate an enemy to learn the
things that he or she hates, so that you can surround his or her
life with them, continuously and endlessly, without mercy. Now
hopefully a bunch of monsters are not reading this that will even
think about misusing this powerful dangerous information, the way
that our so-called wonderful United States empire does, and many
others, in the world of big business and high finance!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hopefully, my friend Seabottom, this opens the door to explaining
for you, what you requested when you said, what really is ICPE? Well
this is what it is, intentionally doing a very monstrous powerful
thing, and it works. I should know as I've been its victim at least
since 1986, after I dared to use this same thing against the casinos
and their precious mother fucking roulette for a measly nine
thousand two hundred dollar profit. Trump did not see it that way
and had me called over to the CCC boot in the summer time in 1986
where they asked me what I was doing, and I was naïve and stupid,
and told them what it was. This was probably on par with another
stupid thing, no make that two stupid things all done on that
fateful 1986 year. Yes, they both involved my wonderful mighty
daughter, and since nobody believes a word I say, why bother going
on unless asked about it by someone, and you know, so far after all
of these 8 years of blogs and all the magic that she seems to have
been behind, nobody has asked me squat. That also tells me how
powerful she really is, and I do not need Empire State Buildings or
IAMS Dog Food, to tell me who really RULES THIS EVIL
EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
my wonderful lovely Timeless Satellite gang who came back to watch
me and even mess with me, but not to take me off this world to my
transdimensional freaking satellite; AS MY 1988 TUNE SAYS AND IS ALL
COPYRIGHTED, I
AM HERE, and
still patiently and anxiously awaiting for you to take me far beyond
Heaven's Gate, Lion's Gate, and far beyond where Lenny
Youwanthewordgototheword McKinnon
can ever get at me any more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go
KNICKS and ROADTIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
I cannot get is how you live with yourself after that website
message and then all of this you've put me through, lovely
Isiscylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT
are all of you trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians.
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AND 76 ALONG THE TREASURE COAST TODAY, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, AND THEY
CALL THIS JANUARY, OR DO THEY CALL IT MUSIC-JANUARY, AS TO MANY UP
NORTH, THIS WOULD BE QUITE A SYMPHONEY I SUPPOSE, ME, I LOVE THE
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THAT'S MY DAUGHTER'S THING, MISTER HEITZMANN
HUCKLEBERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
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a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family
should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and even who really
gave us all THE INTERNET! Right now, Professor Kaku and his NCC-CLOUD
makes the most sense in my life, and if any religion on this Earth
has any validity, based also on my own personal wild life, then it is
none other than Buddhism. If other shit works better for other folks,
then that is what is real in their situation. I do not believe we are
one collective unit in physical life. We are this, but not in this
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MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK
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THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING
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NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD
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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:
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.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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WHY
WOULD ANYONE WANT TO GIVE A DIME OR A DAM ABOUT ANY OF THIS, OR FOR
THAT MATTER, ANYTHING AT ALL? I'M JUST MIDLY CURIOUS, SO IF YOU HAVE
AN ANSWER FOR ME, I AM RIGHT HERE ALL THE TIME. BUT DON'T SAY I AM
CLINICALLY DEPRESSED AND JUST NEED TO TAKE A LOT OF FUCKING PSYCH
MEDS. I AM WAY WAY FUCKING PAST ANY OF THAT SHIT, GOOD FOLKS, AND BAD
FOLKS. ONLY YOU CAN KNOW WHO AND WHAT YOU REALLY ARE. HOW THE HELL
CAN I? I AM JUST A FUCKING WORTHLESS ASSHOLE
MORON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mountainpen’s Blog
Just another
WordPress.com weblog
MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog
OH
YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT
A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH,
WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE
GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON,
“LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you
can believe me.
the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH, WE HAVE ALL SEEN THIS ONE MORE THAN ENOUGH, SEMINARY SCHOOLS OF THE EARTH!!!!!!!
TIME
TRAVEL IS 100% GOING ON!
LET
ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, DAVID!
Shades
of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ''alien
abduction experiences shared around the
planet''???WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
FIRST
DAY OF SUMMER IN 2008.
I
come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on
the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying
stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on
the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that
the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a
while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this
building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each
other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Give me a break, my
friend, Pope Benedict the Sixteenth, SIR!!!!!!! We all know what
we've done, as the crack whore higher than a kite said to Kiefer
Sutherland on that marvelous 1990 movie called, 'FLATLINERS'!!!!!!!!
''YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER'',
say what?
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YOU
MISSED ME JANE WHORE WITCH BITCH, BUT MY NABES ARE HITTING
Time
to leave for the day ladies and gentlemen. BYE-BYE CALI-KALI-CALL TEN
CALLIO
SARAH
MARTIN-O-EZ, whoever you really are, wild and crazy girl! Nursing
home and bar fights my ass. This family is on the warpath.
''PRIVATE
JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, SECTION
AAAY''
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
