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. It would be comparable to a
schizophrenic mental patient who can hear voices and ignore them and
have them under complete control without the need of any psychotropic
medications. I know what happened in late August of 2013 now, and it
had a lot less than I would have ever once believed, to do with
music, and my adding what you might call ''electronic-talent' to the
harmony track of my techno-pop production on an old 1983 redone song,
called, ''You'll Be Crossing Over''. I won't say that some of this
recent explosion of nuclear-hell is not a result of doing this, as it
really is 'mind-bendingly' good; to the point where I would not dare
send it to the copyright office, or anybody else; but still; this is
not the big reason for life turning on a dime, magnetically against
me; late in the final days of last freaking August. But what was?
Well, now I KNOW, ladies and gentlemen.
BIO
STATS AS OF FEBRUARY 8, 2014:
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MORIANITY
PART 9, WHY THE GATES OF HELL-E
FEBRUARY
9, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 2:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
ALL
YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK RIGHT NEXT TO THOSE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS.
About me:
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Hammonton,
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Introduction
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Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness.
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Interests
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Favorite
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Favorite
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Books
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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. LET ME FURTHER ELUCIDATE ON THIS.
No
human being told me this, any more than any human being gave Saint
Peter while still wearing his coat of flesh, the answer to a question
posed to him by the great Master and Messiah, Jesus Carpenter, the
CHRIST. It came with no bright flash, no loud bang, no wild physical
feeling within my body, but it came nonetheless, kapow, and so I am
here typing this blog as a direct result, instead of just about being
ready to retire into a cozy bed for the night. Hay the bed can wait,
right Emit Cigs?
FACEBOOK.
THAT IS WHY MY BLOG BEGAN TO GO FROM A NICE 130 PAGE HITS PER DAY
VIEWERSHIP, DOWN, DOWN DOWN TO WHERE IT IS TODAY AND RECENTLY, ABOUT
40% OR SO OF THAT AMOUNT, 60% LEFT ME PERMANENTLY, AND I KNOW WHY. I
TOOK DOWN MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT. AND I TOOK IT DOWN FOR A REASON, AS
ALWAYS, I WAS BEING IMMEDIATELY FUCKED WITH BY GOOGLE/MICROSUCKS, OR
WHOEVER RUNS AN DOWNS ALL THIS SOCIAL MEDIA. ISN'T IT FUCKING FUNNY
THAT WE LITTLE POOR AVERAGE SHMUCK PEEPS CAN NEVER EVER GET THE
FUCKIGN SHIT AWAY FRO THE OWNERS OF THIS PLANET, ALWAYS RULING AND
REIGNING AND CONTROLING OUR EVERY MOVES, OUR THOUGHTS IF WE ARE DUMB
ENOUGH TO LET THEM DO THAT AS WELL, BUT THEY CAN AND DO CONTROL ALL
ELSE. I THOUGHT THE INTERNET WAS GOING TO BE FREE OF THE SAME OLD
SAME OLD, BUT IFG ANYTHING, IT IS FAR FUCKIGN WORSE THAN THE SHIT
THAT PRECEEDED IT. YOU ARE EITHER A TOTAL PART OF THEIR TOTAL CONTROL
AND DOMINANCE OVER US ALL, OR YOU WILL TOTALLY FAIL AT ANYTHING THAT
YOU EVER TRY TO DO ON THE INTERNET. SOUNDS LIKE SATAN, YOU KNOW, GIVE
ME YOUR LOYALTY OR SOUL OR WHATEVER, OR ELSE. NOTHING EVEN CUNT
LAPPING CHANGES DOES IT, AND THEREIN LIES THE PROVING PATTERN OF ALL
THAT MY MORIANITY HAS CLAIMED ALL ALONG, ANDF OF COURSE ALONG WITH
ALL OF THE TRUTH-PATRIOTS, AKA CONSPIRACY THEORISTS. AS SOON AS I
JOINED THE SITE IN 2013, I WAS MESSED WITH. PEEPS COULD FRIEND ME AND
I COULD NEVER FRIEND THEM, OR I WOULD GET REQUESTS TO FRIEND, AND
THEN BE TOLD LATER BY FACEBOOK, I CANNOT, AND HAD TO GO THROUGH A
REMOVAL PROCESS. SOUNDS REAL RUSSIAN AND COMMUNISTIC TO ME, BRO,
ANIWHO, I IN SHORT FUCKING ORDER, TOOK MY MUFF DIVING WHITTLE SELF
RIGHT OFF OF THIS STUPID SOCIAL MEDIA. I CANCELLED OUT MY ACCOUNT, I
DELETED ALL MY YOUTUBE VIDEO GARBAGE THAT NOBODY WANTED TO EVER GO TO
ANYWAY, AND THEN RIGHT AFTER THAT, MY BLOG WENT SLOWLY DOWN BY 60%.
THIS WAS THE MAGICV REASON, I KNEW THERE HAD TO BE ONE, BUT COULD NOT
FOR TYH EFUCKIGN LIFE OF ME FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF. SO I ASKED SSJKK
QUIETLY AS I WAS GOING THROUGH MY FINAL DAILY ROUTINES BEFORE GOING
TO BED, SOME WOULD SAY I WAS IN PRAYER, OTHERS MIGHT SAY I WAS A
WALKING MEDITATOR, AND SO ON. ALL I KNOW IS THAT KABOOM, SSJKK
SUDDENLY REVEALED THIS EXTREME MAJOR TRUTH TO ME, AND IT MAKES 100%
TOTAL SENSE. JESUS SAID IT ALL TO PETER, THAT DAY LONG AGO, ''FLESH
AND BLOOD DID NOT REVEAL THIS TO YOU PETER, BUT MY FATHER IN HEAVEN
DID. I SERIOUSLY DOUBT, LOVELY SHERRY, THAT MISTER KRASSLE DID THIS,
WE BOTH KNOW IT WAS THE GREAT JULIE WHITE, BUT WE NEED NOT TOUCVH
THIS, IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE AROUND AND READING ANY OF THIS SHIT
SOMEDAY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 trapping up all this shit, as I do
not plan on being bullied into playing this fucked uop social media
game. I only started this blog 8 years and 6 weeks ago somewhere,
because those who knew me and about my woes, thought I could get help
by telling my story to the world on this thing called the internet.
IT DID NOT WORK. PEEPS WANT TO STAY TOO SECRET LIKE A KIDS GAME, AND
THEY WANT TO ONLY GO ONE WAY, NEVER OFFERING ANYTHING. SO I AM GOING
TO BE ENDING THIS FOREVER VERY SOON, AND HEADING FOR SOUTH AMERICA. I
REALLY DON'T NEED THIS STUPID INTERNET NONSENSE. I AM NOT PLANNING TO
BE A COMPUTER JUNKY, I WANT TO LIVE IN A REAL FUCKING WORLD, AT LEAST
WHILE I AM DREAMING THAT I AM HERE DOING THAT.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
did I begin playing with voices and tape
recorders?????????????????????????
Because
I too liked games and fun stuff, but I was a fucking 17 year old kid
and decided to grow up in a couple more years and live in a real
world as a fucking cunt adult. This internet shit is for nutcases and
children. I'm fucking out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
all keep your fucking social media and screen names and kids games,
and you all be James Bond and all of that, I'm out of this chewed up
toast game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
EVER IN THIS ROTTEN FUCKIGN WORLD, ANYONE OUT HERE WANTS TO E-MAIL ME
AND SHOW ME HOW I HAVE GOT THIS ALL WRONG, AND WHAT IS REALLY GOING
ON WITH ALL OF THIS NONSENSE, YOU KNOW ME, I HAVE A VERY OPEN MIND.
BUT NOBODY WANTS TO EVER TALK TO ME, DIRECTLY, IT IS ALL CODES AND
DUMB SHIT FOR THE VERY MOST PART. I AM READY TO APOLOGIZE TO THE
ENTIRE INTERNET COMMUNITY, BUT SOMEONE IN THAT COMMUNITY MUST FIRST
SEND ME SOMETHIONG THAT EXPLAINS TO ME THE ERRORS OF MY WAYS, AS I
JUST AM NOT GETTING ANY OF THIS SHIT, SORRY PEEPS!!
Maybe
the gates of hell have now released me, from my newest 8 year
monster; my blogs, and this fucked up internet. Now I am free
to go on with my cunt sucking life!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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