I
WANT THIS ALL DOWN FOR THE RECORD. IT DOES NOT MATTER IF NO HUMAN CAN
DEIPHER THE MESSAGE AND THE MEANING, I KNOW, AND SOMEDAY, MORE
PERCENTAGE OF COSMOS WILL BE MORE CONSCIOUS TO THESE TRUTHS AS WELL.
FOR RIGHT NOW, LET US NOT HAVE THIS GO THE WAY OF THE ORIGINAL LIFE
JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, LOST TO ''THAT WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF THE DEAD
SERIOUS STARS''. COME AROUND AND MAKE YOUR STUPID DEATH SOUNDS ALL
YOU WANT TO, MORTY DIRTHOLE MORTINO, YOU IMPRESS ME LIKE YOU DID MY
AUNT GERALDINE COLDWHITESTUFF.
MARCH
4, 2014,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 9:40
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 67 DEGREES FNHT.
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE EQUIVALENT NUMBER
******************25,730******************
To
quote the ALMIGHY GODDESS of the multiverse from a lifetime
incarnation back, I do not need braille quite yet, but indeed am
somewhat darker than she is, as to what I can see, not in skin color.
Still, it is beyond funny, how I knew all those years, and never made
any shy bones about this to anyone; that that along with one other
statement that I heard her make on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; was not just some random and unimportant
silly ramblings of a teenaged girl. I knew this had eternal cosmic
significance, as all things connected to an ALMIGHTY POWER, must of
course have! Still, while there is time, I need to do a lot of
knocking on a lot of doors, at the real ROACH HOTEL of WORLD-CITY.
Let me quickly explain my statement, good folks. I find myself as if
I am in a top ten sized global city here on the Earth, and going one
by one to each of the ten largest hotels in each one, where not one
single guest is at home, and hypothetically speaking so as to make my
example work much better, all of the maid service or janitorial crew
or custodial employees, or whichever is most PC to say, has been
smart weapon disease targeted, and have all died off, hence no guests
would be paying money to stay in rooms in such places, and also, the
guests that would soon in fact arrive, both unannounced and
uninvited, would indeed come. These would be millions and millions of
big ass nasty cock roaches. So I find myself banging on all these
doors, and then, illegally entering with a hypothetical battering ram
of a sort; where I then attempt to leave some type of message in some
universal language, that would even make Twinbay salivate to levels
that would excite me when merely thinking about this, yummy; but yes,
for my total eternal optimism, that would land me the title of
President, and CEO; of the “HOPE BURNS ETERNAL CLUB”. This way,
peeps; if the hotel that would be in total ruins, a very long time
from now, resulting from complete neglect, was now housing these mega
bugs that somehow by pure chance, had evolved finally, into some more
advanced species with more MIND connecting them from the sixth
dimension; then they might should no one else back here in 2014, just
get my message. For all of us, it would be way too late, mister
Merker, Mizz Carpenter, and Cuzz Briggdude; BUT, why count out all of
cosmos, just because we had our chance back here, and totally blew it
to hell?
So,
roaches of 1,999,902,014; if you are hearing me with Twinbay all over
me for being such an optimist tonight, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE; here
is the message. What a shame, Mark Wayne mohr, you have been chosen
to know so much about a few particular things, while the shades and
blinders far thicker than the loss of any physical eyesight; is
totally covering the awareness sight of the rest of humanity, back
here, one billion, nine hundred ninety nine million, nine hundred
thousand years ago. Pitiful, Adam Schiff and ex pal of Superman-3
from when else, but nineteen-eighty-three, also known as (AKA) Mister
Anderton? Oh that great television miracle, AKA 'a law show', called
''Law & Order''. There never was nor ever will be again, anything
quite like this very mysterious powerful program that has touched
humanity in ways on par with if not even greater than, ''STAR TREK''!
This
will not be a blog about Cooley hall, Christmas Tree Angels; STMM
(manipulation), Fascitar instructions, the Astral-Plane, or any other
wild things. It will not be about Atlantic City or other wild places
and stuff that happened in these places, or about wild and incredible
people and gods and goddesses posing as people, other than for the
fact that; all of these things cannot be surgically or literately
removed or separated from each other. With all the force of
Lawtron-Dream-Out, this would not be a feat that anyone or anything
could ever hope to accomplish. Uh-oh, there goes all the over
friendliness from Twinbay the
Princess-Optimist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
my room was a total mess as a child, from playing and not picking up
toys for a few days, my mother would come into my room and like all
good mothers, totally insist that I ''CLEAN UP MY ROOM''. I thought
that I had the perfect answer so as to avoid disobedience yet not
getting the fucking shit knocked out of me by a big giant, five feet
four inch woman, of 115 pounds; more than twice my size to say the
least, and she had strength that most folks twice her weight and a
foot taller, lacked, which I found out as I grew up and out of
childhood. In those days you could knock your kids around, and as
long as they lived, the cops didn't even wanna' hear about it. So I
had a healthy respect for what getting beaten up by ''MOM'' was all
about, all the way into adult-hood. At the ripe old age of 75, she
thought nothing of taking two Hammer-mill
Paper Boxes, and lifting them and carrying them from one
room in an office, eighty yards away into another room, five times
over. Other really big and strong girl coworkers, told me, after she
had been hospitalized with that wild unknown medical condition; that
she did things like this, and had the strength of Godzilla. I told
these coworkers, ''Yeah I know that well, and would you like to see
any of my scars from boyhood and 'teen-hood'? Being young folks, they
just gave me that real scary blank long stare that Richard Marcucci
used to give me in the autumn of 1969, that led Russell Thaxton to
tell me on several occasions that I was blowing his mind, and this is
on original blogs from my first three years blogging, 2006-2008, on
repeated occasions. Get fucking lost Morty Mortino, you DEATH
ANDROID/ANGEL MOTRHER FUCKER, this prick bastard has been on me
lately, super sonic buzzing me on left and right sides almost
continuously, and it has been bad, really fucking bad now for years,
and this is not Tinnitus. I know the difference, and once did sound
work in the early eighties. It is 10:27 PM, let's see how long before
the next fucking strike, it is getting mother fucking annoying as
hell cubed! Let me move this right along now. I was telling how I
knew she was strong and used to bang the crap out of me when it was
''time for my ten day on average super spanking'', as a youngster.
Now I was no fucking angel. I was a bad boy, by standards of this
world today. I back talked, I cursed, I did horrible shit to people,
to property, I would have been sentenced to life in prison if it was
today's world, but it was not, it was the early nineteen sixties. So
I did not want to get a super-spanking with her powerful closed fists
that luckily never broke my bones, and thought I was being so clever
by saying, how can I clean this up, where would I even start? She had
the answer of course, a very good one, and we all hear it a lot,
still to this day. “START ANYWHERE, and then just keep on going
until it is all done”, she would reply back in a stern but normal
voice. With that the door would close and I would be left in a room
that was monstrously horrible, yet time after time, I cleaned it up
and made it look nice enough, to quote her, “To invite the
President and the first Lady over for dinner”. I am sure it was
that clean. I really broke by stones, but as she said, it got done,
because I started with something, and just kept on going. I doubt
that Mister and Misses Johnson had time to leave Washington and come
over for dinner, but the room was indeed, squeaky
clean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
I am going to tell will be a smattering, but it is urgent that it get
told, right now, this very night. Some may have overtones of being
repeated, some may not, but you must know that I need to write this
down, and not for posterity. How to do it eludes me, but here goes
Morty again, the death fucking android/angel, and again on the right
side of me, 11 minute later at 10:38 PM. This is fucking cunt beyond
ass annoying!
Yes
how to do this is the real Shakespearean question, nobler in the
mind, or naut, Miss AT&T Blake. Whether she hailed from Colorado
which means in native tongue in that area, COLOR-RED, as did
organization BIG BROTHER John Henningsen; I do not know, world. I do
know, that I hear Yogi Berra as loudly in my ears right now, as I do
Morty Mortino. Then I hear James Redfield and his great saying that
cosmos is or EQUALS synchronization. Not just things that are too
synchronized to be un-connected, but anything and all things, dudes
and duddesses. But I am not trying to blow poor mister Marcucci's
mind, or your either, old buddy Russell Thaxton Book-Of-Beach Burner!
How can I not, VIA-STM, write songs with lyrics such as ''Don't hide,
you can't hide, I know all about you''; great
lovely Sarah-Stacey Krassle. Your codes are all throughout
your marvelous creation, MY lovely awesome teen girl from Sahasra Dal
Kanwal. You think THAT BOY was going to forget forever?????
Well,
time to clean up the room, and I have to begin some place. It has to
do with something I blogged about a little bit back in earlier days
of my blogs as well, that I discussed, called the 4 phases of truth,
and I am going to tell the entire truth now about this, but I am also
going to compress and abridge the living hot shit out of it all for
now. Later on, we can expand things, one by one, on many many blogs
that come to follow this one!
Phase
1-4 is a simple way that Morianity and I have come to categorize
stuff that is pretty fucking powerful, to say the very least, good
folks! Let me get right to it, YO. We all are VOID INFINITY, and VOID
INFINITY is all. In the seventh dimension, LAWTRONS have broken out
of this void by creating a powerful DREAM OUT. We do not really
escape hole compressed to the size of one cubic centimeter to the
power of negative infinity. That would be way too parochial a way,
for me to describe what happened here. First off, I used the word
HAPPENED, implying tense or a time reality, where there is none, as
this does not exist until the fourth dimension comes to exist. To say
before there was time, is a paradox to the world of the science
community. Only some religions would allow me to go here, and not
tell me to get lost. Then, I would lose them when I moved off of the
basic scriptures that are meaningless as well, until the
SPACE-TIME-MIND WORLDS begin to exist. To anyone within this, there
can only be this. There are two realities, and this paradox causes an
eternal normal mental block, or in other words; no one is ever able
to see what the shit is going on. Not unless the inventor of the
entire thing chooses one human mind to accept it all, very slowly
over enough time. We are now going to skip all the really fun shit,
and move into after time and space is created by mind on the sixth
dimension, and lowers it by one, creating the hyperspace of virtually
unlimited amounts of parallel universes. Jun t in case a few of those
roaches 2 billion years away in the future are reading my universal
code message, I do not want to bore them, so I will break up my walls
of text, BRAH, and post a few in-between photos and things that will
reduce, hopefully, some of the otherwise unfathomable monotony, huh
Mizz UmWell from OHM-8?
I
CANNOT EVER REALLY GET THAT LIGHT TO GO ON FOR ME BACK WHEN I THOUGHT
IT WAS 1974, IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. SO I FINALLY MADE IT GO
ON OR SEEM TO. REALLY, I AM STILL TRYING TIO WAKE UP IN 1974, NEVER
ABLE TO OF COURSE, MISTER 'MACKEY' SIR, is a big ass fat WOW in order
here, YO? Either way, I'll be explaining this endless nightmare
loop!!!!!!!!!!
{{{(((O---U---C---H)))}}}
YO
ROSEANN GRANTGLANDS!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555
WHEN
THE CAT'S AWAY, ….....
Any
more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?
If
not, maybe it's time to buy a H. Davidson bike!!!
Diana,
you know that you are the most beautiful moon in the entire solar
system. I LOVE YOU!
There
are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it
all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But
I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and
well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and
cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put
together! Well, NOW IT IS TIME, BARNABAS
LEVIATHAN SHADOWS!!!!!!!! So let me get down to it, and
begin this messy room clean up job equivalent by writing some pretty
hard to swallow things. I doubt anyone in 2014, other than maybe for
my pal Professor MK of NYC, may even get this message, let along when
they do, agree with it. Still, I know what I will now say is totally
true and accurate, so hear it if you are able, anyone at all,
anywhere, in any way you may be able. This leaves a lot open, and I
need not further address my meaning regarding this, or we would be
reading and writing just on this for hours and hours.
Phases
one through four explain a lot of truths, and yet beyond this, is
still some other stuff even more wild and bizarre. We won't be
touching on 5 and 6. Phases 1-4 are more than sufficient for a long
time to come. These phases of reality are never to be confused with
TYPES of TRAVELERS, you know EXPLORATRON TYPE-1, the normal person,
the sleeper-dreamer who may or may not remember some dreams or
fragments of them, here and there, or even remembers perhaps a lot of
their dream life, and then, that is that. Then there are the TYPE-2
and the TYPE-3 of this hyperspace movement, and so on and so forth,
yesterday's old news, I agree, so we can move right along, I just
want to emphasice that you keep TYPE numbers and PHASE numbers
separate forever and always, as they are two totally different
things, like mosquito's in a bathtub verses lions burning in a fire.
When I say separate, KI mean separate. I never understood that silly
''apples and oranges'' routine, hell, they're both fruits, they're
both round objects, they're both almost identical to the feel and
weight, and I could go on. It never was a good example of what was
attempting to be said, not in this blogger's opinion, to wit, Mashell
Daniels the great, and my 1980 coworker at the RPL Sound Recording
Studios, indeed gave me entitlement
to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for tonight, I am going to keep this all short and sweet. I have
still only just begun to clean this room, lovely Karen, so I better
get to this, before my cosmic mother kicks the living fucking shit
out of me, for stalling and puttering all around here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
The
phases of reality have to do with the 7th-Dimension. This is where
LAWTRONS have left the VOID, the infinite nothingness, and dreamed
themselves literally out and away into this what Morianity calls,
SEVENTH DIMENSION. This number is not picked out of the air randomly
to make some really cool reading story. It all has precise reasoning
and a purpose, down to the freaking nth degree, I assure you, folks.
Just
because these LAWTRONS have escaped the void in a dream, they really
are in the dream. When you escape a nightmare in your dreams, folks;
you are still there fifth dimensionally. But the you where your
current energy is consciously awake and focused on, has left the
scene, leaving another doppelganger part of you still every bit as
much right there where you just managed to get off the train. This is
the same way up the cosmic phased food chain in the land of
dimensionality. You and I are always JUST IN VOID. We escape it as
the LAWTRONS on the D-7, and from there manage to create a MIND REALM
or 6th-D below this escape point, and then below that, a multiverse
or a hyperspace that later still, goes on to create an inconceivable
amount of parallel universes of larger sized realities where
individuality begins to emerge out of the great oneness of VOID. This
is why space and time and hyperspace is necessary, yet there is a
stepping stone into this. We cannot bring a great power-line into our
offices and homes and expect to use this directly. We first need the
transformers outside to step down the much greater power, so it can
then be channeled into our places, where smaller amounts of it, will
then be used to make things work, and bring us life's comforts, and
luxuries.
The
same thing applies in these phases. The VOID INFINITY OF ONENESS
simply exists, it never did not or will not, it just simply does,
with no need of time or thought or any kind of relatable anything,
from distance to things, to whatever, yet it is there, it just
EXISTS, and this is US, what we all really SIMPLY
ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phase two is when the LAWTRON ESCAPE goes
onto create both a MENTAL REALM or 6th dimension, and then
a location where this MIND can go and do its thing. It is not a
location fixed in any kind of measurable system, and it exists as the
PHASE-2 REALITY. The VOID is the PHASE-1. Many use the term spirit
world and astral-plane for this PHASE-2-REALITY (P2R). PHASE 3 is
when mind has gone onto become individualized entities on this
ASTRAL-PLANE or P2R, and after so many of these astral interactions
take place for these entities, an expenditure of astral-energy
reduces the entities to a state of temporary shut down. This is when
they fall asleep there, and dream down further, into the material
heavy body worlds of fifth dimensional hyperspace. Entities on the
PHASE-2-Reality (P2R) are way too large and complex to exist as one
dream, so they dream down onto many locations in this 5-D multiverse,
all throughout the space and time in all of these parallel worlds in
the hyperspace. Energy moves and things interchange, but we are
always our true realer self on this P2R or ASTRAL-PLANE, or as real
as that allows us to be, as higher than this, we are merely, THE
VIOID INFINITY. So some might just wonder, OK, so if living on this
material or PHYSICAL PLANE in hyperspace is P3R, then where is
PHASE-4-R, and this is where shit gets good, gets hairy, and gets
deadly dangerous, and only trhe top BLUEBOOKERS know any of this on
top secret level MAJESTIC TOP SECRET cleared peeps know any of it,
and most of them all put together, cannot take too much of it, or
they would lose their sanity, so it stays as one very valuable
obtatron or as in many parallel universe future times after the year
of 2100 comes, calls this coded structure, something that cannot be
lost, as was my original life journal for one example, and contains
all this knowledge, and already chooses so many to know so much, so
as not to literally force a thousand watts of sound pressure into a
one watt speaker and fry everything up. Why I was chosen to be the
only one to be filled with the full obtatron, I doubt any and all of
these secret keepers know. I know I don't know this. Phase 4 is when
PHASE-2 entities, entities living in the subatomic energies or the
ASTRAL-PLANE, try to intentionally violate something programmed by
the LAWTRONS of the top seventh dimension, and begin attempting to
dream-down onto PHASE-3-REALITY or waking life in 5th
dimensional hyperspace, in ways violating the system, they instantly
are turned into an energetic transfer, so that their dream-downs do
not send them into the material physical realm, but into the mind
energies of those that are already living here physically and in
there dream-down and not in violation of LAWTRONIC MAXIMUM CONTROL.
This is a simple protection mechanism originally agreed to by higher
parts of our now more separated an d lower deluded selves, that know
better than to allow monsters and people with super powers to just
become born in our worlds and interrupt the normal flow of the
natural worlds. As with all things, the bad amongst the good always
insists on endlessly attempting to put flies in the ointments and
worms in the fresh good apples. In this higher truth this little
parable would translate down like this. Some have figured these
things out, in future times in various parallel universes, and in
ours as well. This group forms an organized society both here in the
physical worlds of the PHASE-3, as well as in their higher entity
existences in the PHASE-2 (ASTRAL). These are the ones in control of
one third of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, a group on the ASTRAL PLANE or
the P2R that are somewhat like a physical world governing body and
political machine. Two thirds of this force live in the capitol city
of Province Olympia which is the capitol province of the entire P2R.
Again, on this PHASE-2 astral life, there are no actual places or any
actual pieces of time, only interactions. The interaction is created
by the energies of ASTRAL ENTITIES and then a sort of synthesized
space and time just mix in and come along for the ride, so to speak.
Boring drive?
I’ll
fucking ass CROSS
OVER ACADEMY ROAD AND ONTO GRANT GODDESS DAM 1984 AVENUE, WITH A
MILLION SORE THROATS
and
getting down to ten, or we were but ten, or whatever, great
Washington, DC Copyright Examiners, later on!!! First we need to
finish cleaning up this very messy room before big mama and the tax
collector get too dam ass angry, huh Ringo-16?
HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS. THIS IS AS SERIOUS AS A DEAD JACKSON, A
FAKE BLOG IDEA, and all transdimensional potential in the hands of an
angry man who's been royally mother fucking screwed, by all sorts of
cosmic robotic vampires and book-keepers.
So
indeed, folks, just what is my problem, or better asked perhaps,
WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME,
how can I know if they won't show, they could you know, and then I'd
know, and then I'd flow, and hell, I am not even an electron, so why
do I need to be flowing or blowing, or meditating at National Parks
so much, future Congressman pal of mine, Bob, from Haddon Heights on
Oak Street, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????????
Well,
if you're ready to leave the highway rest-stop folks, I'll move on,
if not, just pause me and take a bathroom break and enjoy a nice
CUP-A-JOE or sompuhm!!!!!!!!!
Now,
ready or not, here we go, good people: These folks who try to cheat
and come into this life as super folks, do upon occasion, manage to
sneak past all of the normal safeguards and gates. But this will be
more dealt with on other blogs, as this one needs to get into the
story that goes only as far as the PHASE-4 failures and the damage
they do in an do themselves on many occasions. I should not have used
the word FAILURES, not without being quite a bit more specific. They
eventually learn the tricks of the trade, and how to circumvent in a
much less extravagant way than the few who really do manage to sneak
past the LAWTRONIC GATES AKA the COSMIC PB, ''PERMISSION BARRIER''.
Cousin
Donald is one such gate crasher, using me and my tape recorder, and
why shouldn't he know all about me and all of my many electronic
secrets? After-all, he used all of this to cross him over, into here,
in the flesh, world. Waiting for him to admit this and confess, and
say, ''Oh yeah, distant cuzz Mark is telling the truth, listen to
him''. You that nuts folks? He will be the first man to the
airplane's parachute rack when it comes to shouting out, ''yeah, my
whack job cuzz, sure, what a sike case''. Give me a break. Would it
make more sense for him to go door number one, or door number two, my
good people?????????? Still, forget the cheaters and the gate
crashers, I have got way bigger fucking news to report than these
''folks''. I
need to show you a little bit about just why the world is the way it
is and use all of this truth to totally tie it all in. We will be
discussing the financial structure of current times reality, along
with basicly all the stuff that Morianity has talked about, from the
EW (Entertainment World) to the basic stuff that has happened to me
since my search to find ''SARAH'' all started in the middle nineties,
and how it totally parallels those who claim to be victims of UFO
abduction and all of the stuff associated with all of that so called
top secret shit.
First,
let us do WALL STREET. As I said LOVELY GIANT GINA, this will never
ever do anything except fly up, up, up, up, up, up, and up, forever
and forever, even if it has a few days or weeks here and there where
the direction reverses and corrects.
The media giants and owners and all of the seat holders in the top
exchanges the planet over, all know it. They have this entire thing
totally rigged, with ICPE, with Bernie Maydoff Crooks, and many other
connections to the Astral Plane Briggbase and the Lambrigg Cult
leaders from the top on down. Take a look at the great day on WALL
STREET they just had half a day or less back in time, YO. I tell the
truth, I have no reason to make up lies and act silly!
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Forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever.
This
never happened before the middle eighties, when all my woes with
music all got going, and I mean REALLY
GOT FUCKING GOING,
not some Mickey Mouse little tid bit belly aching bullshit, Mister
Fonda Pond.
Anyone
who knows anything about the markets, or my life and me personally,
cannot hep but draw the impossible to ignore distinction between all
this crap. It is an 'IN
YOUR FACE' inescapable truth!
If
I had been allowed to keep living my life in this totally NON-FREE
and HYPOCRITICAL COUNTRY; back when I lived up in Jenny Plageman's
Trailer Park, just freaking east of Hammonton, New Jersey, in
Mullica; I would have a lot more than just one or two or three TAPES.
I would have about 25,700. Not
all would be major, but I did indeed have lots of gold in my attic,
and never was aware of it, all along, CUZZ!!!!!!! Anyone
unable to see the handy-work of my MILITUFORCE
LAMBRIGG CULTIST ENEMIES in all of
this, take one giant super step into quintessential fucking
stupidity!
WOW;
and we are just scratching off some peach fuzz, from the berg that
took the HMS Titanic straight to mother fucking DAVY JONES NON
MONKEY'S MICKEYS HICKEYS MACKEYS LOCKER under the lovely deep Lucy.
Under
18; you don't belong on these blogs,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I can be disgusting, lovely one.
Now
we have no time to go on and on with Wall Street, so I am going to
skip over with SUNRAM'S DE system, as we are coming up on the day of
its conception, only instead of increasing the density and thus
decreasing the mass in a black matter space electromagnetic field of
asapian-energy, we will merely reduce all of the many possible
flowery ways I could say so many things, and toss out a lot of sleazy
adjectives as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am going to call 911 if this door banging mother fucker does not stop
this fucking shit. It has been days and days and days of this fucking
shit, and it is close to one in the cunt lapping fucking morning now,
Debbie Marotto and Sheriff Ken Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THESE
COCK SUCKERS WON'T STOP FUCKING WITH ME SHERIFF, UNTIL YOU ALL FIND
ME CUNT CHEWING DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were
stealing, they were robbing me blind and laughing at me and mocking
me, and what did I ever mother fucking do to any of these mobbed up
Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS
was
my eternal question. This is a question that to this very day of 8
January, 2014, I REMAIN WITHOUT AN ANSWER, the closest one ever given
to me I got somewhat illegally by bugging my own mother fucking car
in the winter of 1988, and got my realtor to repeat a story that he
had told to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
indeed, folks, just ''what is my problem'', or better asked perhaps,
WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME,
how can I know if they won't show? they could you know, and then I'd
know, and then I'd flow? It was many many many Ingrid days, back
before all this shit got so bad. We all were fools for never seeing
just how much we had. And the danger would be great and today would
be too late, if we put the letter 'C' back before the letter 'B'. Or
put the letter 'G' back before the letter 'D'. But now is the time to
make it rhyme, not doing so is such a crime; the mountain tops are
there to climb. ©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 1983, RESIDENT OF ATCO, NJ, USA!!!!!!!!!!
2014
DATE—–TOTAL BOTBARS—–TOTAL DAYS—–MPB
JANUARY
01———-00——————————01————-00
JANUARY
02———-01——————————02————-50
JANUARY
03———-02——————————03————-67
JANUARY
04———-03——————————04————-80
JANUARY
05———-03——————————05————-60
JANUARY
06———-04——————————06————-67
JANUARY
07———-05——————————07————-71
IF
I WAS STILL MOTHER FUCKING DOING THIS SHIT, I WOULD BE 100% MOTHER
FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THAT!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY,
YOU MOTHER FUCKING SICK JERK OFF OTAMMITES?
EVEN
I CUNT LAPPING KNOW WHEN TO THROW IN THE TOWEL. STILL, WAIT UNTIL
MOTHER FUCKING MAGGIE STARTS
REALLY KICKING FUCKING ASS,
ALL YOU JERK OFF MOTHER FUCKERS, HURTING ME, AND WIPING OUT MY
ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING SICK TWISTED LIFE!!!!!!
Now
to get back to the TYPE ORDERS of reality. The ENTERTAINMENT
WORLD OR FOR SHORT, THE (EW)
is a huge part of this LAMBRIGG CULT, just as is WALL
STREET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phase-4-Entities have two morphed dream
downs into this tangible caporial material waking world realm. They
both live inside the mind of those they control to make wild crazy
demonic movies over the past half century, and they also come alive
and get to live through this (ART-ENERGY), as sort of a
TYPE-5-ENTITY.
A
book five times longer than 'WAR & PEACE'
could
be written here, with me trying my fucking best to shorten it like
hell; just discussing all of the powerful ins and outs that are
involved here with all of this.
This
is not
the ravings of a deranged lunatic mad man psych case, friends and
foes,
this is highly
dangerous.
Through all of this, comes all of the mysterious shit that your
current world is ignorant to, from the ABDUCTIONS and the UFO
phenomenon, to a million occult and esoteric other such items. It is
all one land of the wizardry trickery magical land of the PHASE-4,
that is an organized powerful weapon, used by THIS LAMBRIGG CULT on
the mother fucking dam ASTRAL-PLANE!!!!!!!!!!
I
will get into a lot of specific things as the week keeps on ticking
by. But
I AM GOING TO SEE BOTH DEBBIE LATER TODAY ABOUT
THESE DOORS,
AND THEN I AM GFOING TO THE SHERIFF ONCE AND FOR ALL. THREATENING TO
FUCKING DO THIS IS NOT WORKING, THEY ARE JUST MOTHER FUCKING MOCKING
ME AND HURTING ME, AND I AM NOT FUCKING CUNT TAKING THIS CUNT EATING
MAJOR ABUSE ANTY FUCKING LONGER WITHOUT A HUGE ASS FUCKING FIGHT,
FOLKS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUPER
FUCKING TIME FOR MY STICKY PAPER TO LOSE ITS CUNT EATING STICKINESS
AND FALL OF THE SCREEN, AT ONE ELEVEN THIS CUNT SUCKING MOTHER
FUCKING MORNING, I AM SO SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR, AND MARCH HAS
BEEN 100 MOTHER FUCKING PERCENT SUPER BOTBAR, AS WAS JUST ABOUT THE
ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT MONTH OF CUNT EATING FEBRUARY!!!!!!!! AT 1:15,
ANOTHER DEATH ANGEL STRIKE ON THE LEFT SIDE, 3 IN ONE BLOG, AND I
HAVE HAD TIMES WHERE IT HAS BEEN DOUBLE THIS!
100%
SUPER BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TOTAL
DEATH FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
SCAN OPEN COMMAND, G-7 MY VOICE PRINT, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
ALL
GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. USE AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES.
YOUR
TRANSPOWER BLOCK HAS AN 'IO' WITH CRUSHED AND SINGED ENEMIES FROM THE
SCAN, ALL THOSE PERSECUTING ME, AND ALL THOSE COMMANDING IT DONE AND
CARRYING IT ALL OUTRM, AND ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES.
COMPUTER,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B, TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM,
EMPOWER THIS IO NOW. YOUR PULL POWER GAIN IS CRANKED INTO INFINITY
POWER AT 11.8 IPNS. ALL CONTROLS AGAINST THIS GAIN ARE CRANKED AND
MAXED AT 11.5 IPNS.
YOU
WILL HEAR THE ORIGINAL AT&T TONES NOW ON THIS COMMAND, AS THE
VISUAL LONG 'E' VOWEL SOUND, THE HIGHER TONE IS IN BLUE (A) TONE.
THE
LOWER TONE IS IN GREEN (B) TONE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, G-1133, G-901, CG-2, CG-5555, UNDER G-13, G-14,
AND-----S***T***O***P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
problem with HOLLYWOOD
exaggerating reality,
is that we all
begin to lose reality;
each of us in our own unique, and varying ways; but this is a fact,
nonetheless, my good peeps out here, including all child
genius types such as Doogie Howser.
Google it if you are too young to do anything other than read that
name and scratch your silly head half off. Now I do not have enough
in-tel on the TAWF, despite being 100% ''serious non
permission-barrier-exim-ratio'' correct when I say that this began
for me in the nineteen sixties, and
one year later after my experience that a hit song came to soon after
reflect, ''Under The Boardwalk'';
a child molesting mother fucker who answered my
situations-wanted-advertisement, in the spring of 1970 ''Press of
Atlantic City'' newspaper; Mister Thomas J. Reale of Ventnor and
Somers Point, two town areas near Atlantic City, in New Jersey;
USAESMWG; was almost insanely
angry with me for daring to step off of a jitney-bus on July 5, 1970,
after viewing the FIRE-WORKS-SHOW,
just displayed on the beaches near the Hammond Family owned then,
Steel Pier; as if he knew the entire story. He
must have,
as I came
to learn that his girlfriend
that was so taken by my, as she referred to it as, ''gorgeous hair'',
Mizz Victoria Callio; had told him a lot of FAMILY SECRETS, BEGINNING
WITH SANDRA MASON, MY FIRSGT CUZZ AND DAUGHTER OF GERALDINE SNOW
MASON, THE GOOD FRIEND OF THE SHAH OF IRAN. HE HAD BEEN TO HER HOME
at 1208 Greentree Lane, in Narberth, Pennsylvania. None of this is
made up folks, NOT
ONE FUCKING CUNT WORD OF THIS SHIT FOR 8 YEARS PLUS OF THESE
MORIANITY
BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
just how long was it going to take, after my two copyrighted musical
projects, in this millennium, that I sent to Washington, DC; if none
of these things had ever happened, and I'd never met Chris Bennett
who told me about BLOGGING ON THE INTERNET, as a possible way of
getting my powerful mother fucking story out to the world, and to
maybe somehow get some cunt eating justice some day for all that has
been done to me that is on par with anything done by Adolf Hitler.
Not all pain in this fucking cock sucking world, IS PHYSICAL. Mental
anguish is recognized under the laws of this land as well, good
people, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
now 2008 would come in, and I would never know a man named Edward
'Himacane' Lynch, Ann King, and the rest of them. I
still however, would have known McGuire, Levy, Callio, and other more
distant KING BRANCHES.
Would this have been enough to get the township
inspector, and my trailer park landlady;
to team up against me, or double
team me
as the expression goes? Even if they had, I had plenty of available
credit, and could
have moved to another mobile home park,
and not lost
my stuff.
LOSING MY TAPES and other stuff, seems to be what this entire thing
was about. It transdimensionally entered into shit with things in
dreaming experiences that I have called on blogs, the FIRE-DREAM, and
the MONSTER ASS RECORDINGS quote, and on and on and on I could go. I
know you know my shit is all real, TONY BONJOVI, I KNOW!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
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THIS
CUNT PHLEGM RAPES (COMPENSATES) for the Jane Witchbitch
Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda attack on me at one eleven of the cunt
chewing clock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
and this is just scratching a surface as large as the North fucking
Pole, a tenth of an inch on ice that is miles thick, my good peeps
out here, and bad ones as well!!!!!!! Holy mother of fucking
goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told why I was angry as piss and all get out cubed, at the EW in
1983; and they went right on stealing and teasing, and messing with
me; year after year; and I came to learn only well into this
twenty-first fucking century, that
there is a power structure in this NEW WEIRD ODOR,
that many call the NEW WORLD ORDER, same pukey shit to me, as vomit
equals vomit; but I learned that all of the powerful industries are
one
super giant demonic evil peta capitalopolous,
if I may invent this term, and even if I may not, there it is; and so
I was fighting one huge EVIL EMPIRE, the casinos, the entertainment
peeps and music world, those covering up the power behind what and
why the paranormal shit is indeed all what exactly it is, and the
list goes on and on, believe me. This power I think has given me
this eye problem, and
it CAME RIGHT OUT OF THE BLUE LESS THAN TEN DAYS AGO,
BANG, and I know this was done by BLUEBOOK
SCUM BRIGGBASE CULTISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much
that I want to really tell right now, out of pure fucking cunt anger;
is totally fucking
UNBLOGGABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,731,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4
FOLKS,
TRY
AND
HAVE
YOURSELVES
A
VERY
VERY
NICE
DAY.
BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!
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You
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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.
SHARKEY
SAYS, THAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE,
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
Now
if you wish to view my true likeness, you need to cut and paste from
blogger dot com where I appear, onto your own office or word document
system, and then click onto my photo below, and then when a small
colored symbol prompt pops up, these will be the 6 adjustments you
need to make, in order to restore my true likeness. From top to
bottom, 1-6, adjust as follows, then click off and the photo will
change: 1---(+11%), 2---(+3%),
3---(-10%), 4---(-18%), 5---(12%), 6---(1.20). Follow
these (+), (-), and number settings. If you make the photo wider, I
will appear to be fatter, and if you make the photo longer and more
rectangular, I will appear to be thinner, than my true appearance. It
is set for exactly the way it should have come out originally, but
because as usual, I did not get my money's worth; it did not. This is
why we all look much fatter on the television. For reasons that elude
me, they do not properly compensate the video reproduction of their
transmissions. Of course, how many of you are as tired as me of the
cable and maybe all network broadcasting, where the video and the
audio for ten or more years are about 2 seconds out of proper
synchronization. I sometimes force myself not to look at the mouths
of those speaking, but try it, you will see, I don't imagine stuff,
nor make stuff up. I really don't have the time.
DEEDEE,
PROTECT ME, YOU KNOW MY SARAH-CROWS HAVE ALL TOTALLY ABANDONED ME
BECAUSE OF MY SAYING CROW IN A DISRESECTFUL MANNER. SSJKK WILL NOT BE
MOCKED, MACKEY NEW-KEY, BITE GLANDS SHIRLEY TAYLOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wo
Billy Harner!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AH-AHA
MIKE MC1971NULTY!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
''When
I climbed out of the bed, even worse cunt chewing agonizing
nightmares continued on for me''.
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TV-12 OF FLORIDA'S GREAT PALM BEACHES.
Note:
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I
said there was a final message, and you can bet your bottom mother
fucking dollar that there is, ladies and gentlemen. I HAVE NEIGHBORS
FROM HELL, I HAVE A LIFE FROM HELL, I LIVE IN HELL, and this is very
simply put, because
I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO ETERNAL FUCKING HELL.
You cannot crash head onto to a car and magically be alive, not in
any real world I know. Even if I go blind, I will just shoot myself
or do whatever I have to do and wake up eventually where I never had
this happen to me.
I
COULD REALLY USE YOUR HELP, MIZZ BONDI, MAHM!!!!!!!!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE GREAT AND LOVELY, MIZZ PAM BONDI.
UP---UP---UP---UP---UP.
NO,
NOT THE SKY, OR THE SKYPE; BUT THE ICPE-DJIA!!!!!
Forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever.
Thursday,
October 25, 2007
is
like any other day in the annals of fucking time in this creation,
just another date, and for me, another LIFE-RAPE. ONE OF MANY, and
then, I had many regular rapes as well, as an adolescent. Keep
messing with me and my health and my property, MICK-GWIRE and others,
and a HUGE
GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH
is
awaiting you, mother fucking prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are
PURE FUCKING EVIL, YOU ROTTEN SCUM BAG. You
SENT
ME A MIND HACK, and a MACHINE HACK,
AND
I WILL PERSONALLY MOTHER FUCKING CUT YOUR
IRISH
THROAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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