Very
soon, I am going to throw away every electronic machine in my
apartment, including this computer. These are all TOOLS OF SATAN, and
I refuse to play HIS SICK TWISTED GAMES.
Now
that this is off of my chest, the last few days were as all days,
typical days of the Mountainpen, and very muggy and hot. My
chem-cough has been very bad for a solid year, and I figure that
shortly I will be dead and gone, and good riddance to this horrible
show of misery and woe. The doctors are not all mighty perfect. Many
peeps were given three months to live and the patient lived for 20
years. Others were told they are fine and can run a rock chucking
marathon, and they go and drop dead a day or two later. My asshole
new nabes have been in and out all day long, and night long, day
after day after day. Three new peeps in the last 6-12 months are down
the hallway, and they are real nut cases. What else is bunt tapping
new, though?
Monday,
I'll mail the crap to the Social Security Office, their one one one
one one form, yeah right, whatever, Congressman old buddy from
seventy five. Hay, I have no power to do living smelly squat, I just
report the darn news, sort of like you sir Gadfly, I do not create it
or change it, or I sure try not to. We all do, just by inhaling our
next breaths. In my case, my chemtrailitus will stop that soon
enough. Godda' luv those enemies of mine, huh Prince? Well, I'm glad
if I can make the smallest bit of difference for the better, in this
messed up situation, whatever this is, as for me, I am not going to
tell you that I have any answers, go find your own. If you want
better news reporting, many blogs out there will do this for you, go
to my old buddy the gadfly for starters.
The
lady came to clean my apartment, and things are all sparkly nice,
fresh smelling too, WEEEEEEE. She even put junk on the remnant
carpets I have laid down in here, and vacuumed over it, and it smells
like a million dollars. WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! Yeah, Gadfly,
I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who
needs roadkill and murderers all around us when there are enough
tears and fears and jeers lurking all around us and our loved ones?
Sure there are two sides to all stories, I really do believe that.
Still, put me on a jury and someone is going to swing from a rope or
see one hell of a lovely tall blond with long eyes right after the
switch gets pulled down. Sometimes we are all put in a no choice
deal, and end up judged by 12 or carried by 12, as the old saying
goes. Well, like death itself, if that is the number that pops yup in
your roulette ball life game, then ping, there it is Ziggy Malyeska,
or as you might put it quite well back in 1969, ''That's the way it
goes''!
FEBRUARY
23, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 1:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,718
There
are three people I may be suing shortly, and will keep the journal
updated as time passes. These are good law suits, I have evidence
that will put them in jail and get me paid money for what was done to
me. No one needs to know any details. I am tired of being persecuted.
It has gone on for somewhere between freaking 30 and 60 years, and
I'm sick of it.
Thank
you so much for coming around to see me, two straight days in a row,
lovely beautiful LIGHTNING, (Diana Arteemis). You mean the worlds to
me, and way beyond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
past nights have been filled with wild dreams about both of my
daughters, and many things from my past, in many parts of the
multiverse. My distant cousin knows what I am saying when I say this
for the record. I've got your number, cuzz. Some of this worked out
really ashame for both of us, as you ended up right all along, just
in reverse, and all the others in town are too scared of the
MILITUFORCE to ever make any real significant changes there in town.
They know the terror. I do too, and so do you. But I know now that
you WOULD have the darn testicles, to really come out and do some
wild stuff that would just possibly get things moving back on the
track for all of us. OK, Queen Irene, so it all happened, so did
Doctor L&O Rogers propey laugh-juice and the circus-suit giant
man, and all of it. Yes, here is why I did all of this, misses
Gaines, OK? Because my Microsucks Light-bulb Hacked Doppelganger
inside me, got control of me, and along with my great wonderful
awesome cousin, we brought a lot of things into this universe, even
mixing certain things together, like cooks in a kitchen. This is why
I am taking it all apart, forever. I have had it with Satan abnd his
dam games. That's Y, Jimmy Burr, OK, that is why, and give lovely
Connie a big ass french kiss for me, bud! Dear
Journal-Diary, tape number 25718, I am not feeling well today. I
feel like a ton of bricks, along with the ES Building in Manhattan,
has struck me down like a dog in the street. Gee,
I wonder
dog gone why; world, and Hyundai Corporation, of the 2006
DUH-CLUB???????????
Oh
yes sir/mahm, those woods that day, and my dog Roseann, named after
such a nice lovely girl from back in 1969's wonderful spring time;
all that lovely electronic junk; man do I wish some meteor had come
down and burned all of us up that day. Gee willagars, Jimmy Stuart
Cement Pookah Wabbit. Golly gash darn, US © Office, back in 1988 and
near time circa. No, I didn't say circus, Art Crane Antinass, but
tanks for the great info back in ninety-one. Paula king tried to run
us both down that day, and if you out here reading this, I know you
remember her antics on that day at the super Walmart Store of
Washington Township, New Jersey. Yes, why did so much horrible crap
happen to me, whether I was with friends or a parent, in this exact
area? Trying to run someone down is attempted murder, and then the
darn police cover it all up by writing the re[port backwards, saying
that I witnessed hearing the terror threat made by that Indian dude
on 2 August in 1996, when it was my mom who heard this threat, ''I'm
going to kill your son, and I'll kill you too if you don't get away
from this truck''. It may be your playpen, JUJU, but in all truth,
the police are not always perfect, and they do write things up wrong
sometimes. I love your show, but I would never want you as my judge,
because if the unusual happens to happen, and to me it does, all the
time, you and Birdie would be throwing me out on my ear before I
would get a word in edgewise. Oh well, I still enjoy watching your
cool TV show.
Folks,
and Gina from jail, WEEEEE, and hang in there with us poor old
Huntington's, big lovely girl!!!!!!!
One
of my very favorite old time television shows from a while ago, half
a century or so; was about twin teen girls, and was called, “The
Patty Duke Show”. The continuous plot on many episodes
revolved around the teen girl Patty duke, and her twin, and how they
on numerous occasion would fake out other people; pretending to be
the other twin. Still and all, twins are so radically different from
each other on many areas, folks; and now on top of that, just
imagine regular babies that grow up into adulthood, and go into life;
and realize how nobody sees the very same basic world, the same.
Along with this being a fascinating truth, lays the very unfortunate
garbage for me; that no one believes any of my wild fish stories, as
they're considered to be. There are times I will not deny, that I
find myself thinking, 'GEE, if only 100 precise twins of me were
right here, then someone would listen to my plight'. Well, hyperspace
can pull of a miracle like that, but it is a highly unlikely event,
still; weird stuff goes on, and I am leaving that right there, for
right now, lovely LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
my friends and my fiends, I am a lot like that dude telling the world
his simple truth, using his car and his bumper sticker just below his
license plate; on that night back in fucking late 1987. Dave Roth and
I happened to be driving around and for the gods only know what
reason, this had a profound effect on Dave, and he laughed about it
both on the telephone as well as with me in person, for years, oh
yes, he was just trying hard to be himself, and letting all of the
local ho's and bitches know it, and for the life of me, I say GODDESS
BLESS, TINY TIM, and bigger Tim of 2010 DREAMLAND in FLORIDA, land of
the great flowers, transdimensional fruit festivals that explode, and
so much more, right Joe Berrios from good old 1989 and 1990?????????
Powerful
forces are surrounding me. They do not have to throw me up on walls
and into high mounted air conditioning units such as was done to me
in my mom's apartment in 1976, for me to know the are around. They do
not have to put fear in supernatural quantity into me in sufficient
amounts to make me run outside and away from my apartment such was
done many times in Philadelphia, in that center city apartment back
in 1963. I am at an age in this lifetime or astral-dream-down, where
I can feel stuff and know stuff, absolutely and fully, without
suffering the direct effects of it.
The
big reason for life turning on a dime, magnetically against me; late
in the final days of last freaking August, is no different than at
other major bumps in my monstrous road trip through hyperspace and
life in the multiverse, a life just like yours folks, only you are
not aware of it all, but the reasons are one reason, and the forces
of all jit eyes, and all of that, is but one force, and I have
labeled it way back when these blogs and tapes all got started, and I
was never shy about using the label, in all of my talks and
discussions; EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND. I used to
marvel and drool at the miracles, and it was Ron Wirtz at the CCPO in
New Jersey, who told me, “It's not such a big deal when you know
the trick”. The crap done to me year after year that would make all
the popes in Catholic history commit suicide, all is explainable with
the ESS, but still, this leaves the riddle of WHY ME, just because
some powerful stuff is indeed out there somewhere, why me? YYYYY am I
the target of so much of this? The only possible answer is that I am
crazy or else I am the center of the universe. You would rather
think, we'll go with door number one. I of course totally know that
it is door number two. The only person besides me that knows this
with assurance, on this Earth, is my cousin. He's not gonna' tell. So
where are you when I need you, Hyundai corporation, or Walmart
Shannon for that matter, Fonty-Boy?
5555555555555555555555555555555555.
I
have my monitor blocked for this page eleven of eleven, HA HA HA HA
HA, JANE BANE!!!!!!!!!
BIO
STATS AS OF FEBRUARY 8, 2014:
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Ladies
and gentlemen, Sarah is not gay, and saying her name twice, or some
similar pronunciation; is not going to change the truth about quantum
parallel realities, or transdimensional hyperspace multiverse. I will
tell you to look for the number 9, because this will be a number that
is very significant to many parallel universes, maybe even this one.
No one is capable of photographing 30 South Plaza Place in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, and having it come out clearly. You can get the
block and the air view, but not the house. I don't care how powerful
the forces of Thirty-sixth Avenue, of San Mateo, California; all are.
There are mixes in ingredients that make some real wild alterations
in time and parallel universes, and the space that contains all of
this, or hyperspace. I will go wash my hands now, and then maybe,
just maybe, allow my cousin to finish out his life here, without me
turning new tapes in a backward direction. He must promise to do
something for me in return. He must activate his own buttons. And to
think I was really a fly on the wall a month from now while Mizz
Grant told how totally crazy I really am. Thank you, you are so kind.
The rest of the dream, well Timmy my boy, that can wait, just like
Emmit, 3030, Toy-land, Never Never Land, and Iowa-Heaven-Costner. No,
Mister Macy, I am tired of glorifying your family, and the Callio
family, forget it, as JUJU would say or scream it, so well.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
I
do not have to wait for twenty-twenty-nine to hear certain wild
songs, or cut and paste things into a blog, Ed and Chris. How about
those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC. Bill said,
''Mark, you spit in the guys cereal''. I said, what bill, I didn't do
anything? He said, oh yes you did, he saw you writing that report. Oh
Lordess, should I worry about getting myself shot, or maybe my pals,
the Lewis's will come over with DEEZY and all of them can lift me up
and tell me I don't like them. You know what, maybe I don't like all
these folks so much, but I wish them all well. This is their world,
and I just want to get out of here, mister
Callas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Not
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say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
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Gone
with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from
our future
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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.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG, 2006-2014
MIDDIE
ISISCYLLA HAS REVEALED TO ME, A MAJOR PIECE OF WISDOM; THAT MY MIND
COULD NOT HAVE COME TO PRODUCE, WITHOUT HER GREAT HELP, AND I KNOW
THAT AS SURE AS I SIT HERE, TAPPING AWAY ON LITTLE BLACK SQUARE
KEYBOARD KEYS, WEEEEE!
This
entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way
to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6
year olds playing spies and agents. This
is not James Bond, this is a real world,
and I am going to be rapping all of this up. I have NO SECRETS!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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