JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,700

EQUIVALENT JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE #25,700

MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS LIFE JOURNAL IS NOT STOPPABLE, IT WILL GO ON UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE MARK WAYNE MOHR. HOW I CHOOSE TO PRESERVE OR ATTEMPT TO PROTECT IT, WILL BE MY OWN BUSINESS, AND DONE HOWEVER I CHOOSE TO DO IT. SOME THINGS ARE STILL LEGAL AND FREE IN THIS GREAT YOU ESS OF A.

FEBRUARY 10, 2014,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:04,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.

I will get into the events of the past couple days, not a lot is going on, since MORIANITY officially ended, and for the purposes of this new journal that will act as if nothing ever happened to stop it, twice, first when I merged it with the New Testament of Morianity and made it one and the same thing after the summer of 1997 when I ended this journal that began on February 1, 1983, in Atco, New Jersey, and was then called, ''PHONE PROGRAM 1'' on the 'A' side, and ''PHONE PROGRAM 2'' on the 'B' side; and then each following cassette tape, was the next higher integers, so that on the 'A-side' it was always an odd number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape, and on the 'B-side' it was always an even number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape. Now taking an average, from the time this started on February first in 1983, and where I ended it in the summer of 1997, somewhere around the low 12,000 amount in numeration, I then simply average where this might have been if I was in a parallel universe where it went on to this very day, and there never was a Morianity, nor did I ever stop my ''LIFE JOURNAL''. Doing this takes one very simple mathematical process. I took 12,000 and divided by the amount of rounded off years of the existence of the journal, 1983-1997, or 14 years, dividing 12000 by 14, and then multiplying this average annual cassette A/B side journal tape number, and multiplying by the amount of years it would be from 1983 through the end of last year or 2013, which means 12,000 divided by 14 multiplied by 30, or really thirty fourteenths of 12000, 30/14X12000. The calculator purchased at the Fort Pierce Dollar Store three or four years ago, shows this figure to be 25714.285, and so I merely rounded it off so I can start at a nice clean 25,700, just dropping the 14.3 or just less than this.

This was a hostilitygram day, as I went on a couple small errands and bought ice cream to tide me over until the end of the week, as there are no sales on any brand that I buy, so I only bought a small amount of the Publix brand, which is always under five dollars at the Publix Store, and I have learned to enjoy this brand of ice cream just about as much as Breyers, as before I came to Florida, it was Breyers or nothing, and proves you can teach an old dog new tricks, in case the world may just be remotely interested. Peeps were extremely unfriendly all over, so screw them right back. The world has become a very horrible rotten ass place, and you can multiply that by about three hundred and ten thousand or so, give or take, or whatever, Oak Street bob, old 1975-1980 buddy!

Yes, not cooperating with the system and getting into social media, cost me a blog viewership. Now ask me if I could give a rats freaking bloody shoe butt, Mister 1979 Figs!

A slight cooling off, not much, but a few degrees from the continual low eighties afternoons, came as a gift from the gods, down here in Fort Pierce. I suppose to many in the north, they would take our weather in a heartbeat. This is of course what makes this good old world of ours, go around, different opinions, different situations, even different weather. Gee Whiz, gosh golly darn Jimminy crickets, Jimmy Stuart and Oz Dorothy, go figure, YO. Who would ever believe any of this, Mister James Redfield, sir? Does even the father of the NAM (New-Age Movement)? My best to lovely Stacey in Atlantic City, if you run into your gorgeous distant cuzz.

Doors were pretty nasty between shortly shy of three and about a quarter before four. I will bet big money, the ICPE on the DOW JONES, as always, was why it was going down. There is just no escaping this nightmare, not until I can die and remain endlessly dead, or not Mark Wayne Mohr, forget endlessly dead, that is pure illusion. I exist, that's it, time is only real in this lower physical hyperspace dream-down. Funny how I learned this at the beach right there, a holler away from the great Robert McGuire's Irish Pub, Pittsburgh Hotel, and all the other nightmares of Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City, New Jersey.

My Keyboards From Petahell acted up a few days ago. It is unbloggable, and only the Almighty Herself could have pulled this electronic miracle off, at least, IMHO. Suddenly, after pushing the very same sequence of buttons, my cassette recorder that is connected into a mixer and the mixer connected then into the entire system, insisted on playing at double speed even though no dubs were being made and this is the only was high speed play is generated, and even on a dubbing mode, you need to push the high speed button to accomplish that, and this button was OFF, not ON. The only way to stop this, is to play the tape on the opposite side or insert a different tape, let it play a few seconds normally, and then eject and place the original tape and side back into the cassette deck. But after I did this and the tape played at a normal speed, I went to record from my Windows Media Player in my PC, onto the tape, and hit the very same record and cue buttons so that I can monitor how it sounds through the mixing board and alter anything or add or take away anything, and that is then how it comes out on the tape, and suddenly, I had to take my headphones off. I tried everything, lowering the volume on the computer keyboard controls, turning the master as well as the mixer number volume levels totally off, but some powerful sound that was mind bending, was coming though. The only reason the phones took it was because I have a special pair connected into my work station that I only use for music, that I purchased on a very special sale where peeps are selling an entire house of stuff and need cash to move for personal reasons, and believe me, I did not ask questions. Not when there is a pair of top end Sony phones that I personally know from the model number, sold about ten years or so ago for nearly a grand at music stores. You cannot blow them out, your ears would blow long before they would. Sony makes some incredible stuff, if you have thousands and millions, or just luck out as I did for once in my life about a year ago, as I got them for two sawbucks. Back to the situation however, my entire media file played, and there was no stopping it. I remember thinking this very thing, and it even brought to mind a really cool old original Star Trek television episode, where Lieutenant Commander Scott (Scottie) says to Captain James Tiberius Kirk, ''There's no knowing and there's no stopping it either''. I really felt like I was in deep space and in that show, only really out there without the Hollywood fiction attached. When it came to the final song that played, and recorded, ''You'll Be Crossing Over'', it is nothing at all like the version originally recorded. It was even far greater than what I had redone back on August 28 of last year, 2013. You would not be able to tell my daughter is not really singing the harmony parts. The machine-sound is gone, and the talent parts are so enhanced, that it is like listening to 'Hero' or one of those great songs. I did not touch the machine at all since this happened, nor did I think about it or talk about it. I enjoyed Sunday morning's ''Law & Order'' on television, and did not so much as touch my computer, or any of the attachments that all feed into each other. But this morning around shortly after three, around 15 hours ago, I went to try and see if this was still doing this Pope-Canon-Miracle or PCM as I'll refer to these things from now on, and it is just as if it never happened, except for one thing. The blank cassette that I using to run a test originally on something totally non relating to any of my songs, that copied this, was from a pile of three tapes that I had found a few days ago buried under papers on my dining room table that was there for over a year, still wrapped together unopened, brought down here to Florida from back in Jersey, and they were high bias tapes with real great sound quality, and was why I was running a test, or about to before all this wild crap began. I figured the tape, even though it played clear and beyond terrific through the headphones that I had to literally throw off of my head due to the volume coming out of them, would be totally saturated and distorted. Instead the levels came out totally differently on playback, as when it recorded, it had the LED's jammed to plus ten and unblinking, but on playback it was around minus 8 to minus 4 DB-SPL on the volume unit LED meters, peaking at not even 0. Yet the sound was blaring loud, and perfect, and without one iota of distortion. Before I went to sleep for the day to wake up today, I burned this cassette copy into my WMP files on my PC. Everybody told me I could not do this without purchasing a special program to install. All you do is buy one little plug wire attachment at the Radio Shack, and it defeats the need to do all that and make the software billionaires, any richer than they already are and need to be. Somehow, I have to dissect my junk and figure out how this happened by pure accident, so can repeat this, and then build something that will perform this entire electronic wizardry. I hear over and over on television how people want to be able to sing or even hear there voice again after it is lost from some illness. Way back 35 years ago, I had a way to sample and then create anything from that sample, and now, I have something even better, but the problem is that I am going to have to try about fifty thousand things to see which one made this all do this exact thing back earlier last week, as right now, it won't do it. I suppose this is why I was literally kicked out of churches back in the seventies, they all said I was possessed. Well if Satan is doing all of this, then why won't he let me have a good life? Jim burr used to be half nuts over it and said if this ever gets out it will ruin Christianity, and he is correct. His exact words spoken upon several occasions to me, ''It just makes no sense, Satan loves sin and people sinning, yet he won't even let you sin''. Whatever is really happening, on a spiritual, scientific, philosophical, or whatever-Congressman Andrews, level; IT IS HAPPENING, and that much I do know. Yes James Redfield, I swear, I never ever put any label on any of my cassette tapes, called, ''The Meaning of Life'', but someone else did. Maybe the same someone who is the real invisible creator on my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, who can ever really know, right United States Office of Copyrights? Another funny little final footnote from Donna's pretty white boy, US © Office from 1988, the news just came on last night and told how Radio Shack is going to close something like 5,000 stores. This happened right after I made a purchase there, that very plug wire I just told about that defeats the purpose of buying a 300 dollar freaking software program. Coincidence, Mister Yogi Berra, sir? Well, I already know your take and spin on that one, and I am a silly fool to ask you this, so let me now blow out PEE Senior's candles, and let you go back to your nice rest, yeah, sure, TEE HEE HEE Lilly-M!

Yes indeed, there is a new beauty in town; and she will be totally full on Love Day, and she knows how much I love her. You are my lovely moon, my endless love, Diana Arteemis. I'm watching you, big lovely girl, and we don't care whether Steve Marcus, or any artist on the radio; wants to hear it or not, right 1-2-3 Lover of 1983? Follow me wherever I go, all throughout the ''lines of change''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, those lines of change are not just me in 1983 changing phone numbers to try and run away from lovely wonderful MIDDIE. I'll never be a Jonah Whale ever ever again, SSJKK. That is my solemn promise to you, from your David of so long ago. You were so lovely at that gate in Eden, oh the gods, do I love you so, my great Sarah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, lots of weird electronic magic and trickery is happening these days. Real experienced lifelong technicians call ''FM'' Freaking Magic'', most are not so polite and do not say freaking, but another ''F'' word.

I no longer plan on ever again monitoring my counts or hits on my blog sites, or doing anything like this. I am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words op for safe keeping, and That is all I am doing.

I have a lot of huge problems that I will have to deal with, and it is not safe to write and post them, so unlike the days where I really was speaking words onto cassette tapes, I need to be a bit more careful just how much I write. Still, I am going to unravel these Babylonian great mysteries, with or without going out to the movies to see any super sleuths, with or without distant relatives, and all of that jazz; or rock, opera, rap, or big bands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nighty-night big KALI COW CALL-10 CALLIO and family. Slam me up against all the high wall AC units you want to, or slam me around in Atlantic City, or the other AC as I jokingly have come to call it, well, really, in reverse, I somethimes call air conditioning, THE OTHER AC, right Mister Harrah Sarah other universe 1986 magic labs of the real north, Mizz Patty Hollister? The girl that picks up 300 pound couches like they weigh 20 pounds, they are not making girls like they used to, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and this was in 1975, Bob Andrews, my old pal, with or without riding me back home to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of lindenwold, New Jersey; on that late summer night. Hay, everybody is always too busy for me. My absolute totally hugest mystery is this: SO BUSY DOING EXACTLY WHAT???????? Just what is everybody so dam ass busy doing? Here is one for NSA to really frikkin' start looking into, see, I am being a good citizen and trying to help out my great wonderful country!

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1970, when you went onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic circumstances not necessarily matching real world evidence, and to trust, ALWAYS, and FOREVER, no matter what, the real world evidence, such as those words that you had written that afternoon on the blackboard; that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon.

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