Tuesday, March 25, 2014

TAPE 25,757 AND A FEW BLOGS BACK FROM HERE














JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE EQUIVELANT NUMBER 25,757










My Photo




© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014




Original five blogs:

On Blogger since January 2006

Profile views – 2953




My 5 other blogs:






2011 blog total profile views: 405, courtesy of Google stats.







No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by telling the conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit? In any event, this is March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!







People all over the world are living in a totally different world every second, without even having to do one thing other than persist in time through that one more second. Energy does not stand still and our lives in fifth dimensional hyperspace are a result of this fifth dimensional energy transforming and interchanging on this higher level. No one today has a clue what is known 100 years from now. After this rolls around, most likely in this universe based on the progression of the past 100 years, nothing really will matter, and I could even shorten this to a half of that time, but too many young people would be quite unnerved if they understood and or believed a word in these blogs.















Oh my freaking goddess, was this an incredible 51.5 months, since my last few days living back at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton, New Jersey, at the FBI Agent Steve Caruso's rental home!!!!!! SHEEEEIT.





THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!







If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!





Wow did Gawky Gaukauk give me some answers to some powerful shit, but I will share this on a soon to come future blog work, it will not appear on this document, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!







HELP ME PEE, YOU've been out of here for an entire year now, and I need you to find me.






Atlantic County, New Jersey
Public Safety


HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, NJ-USA
Search Site:
EGG HARBOR CITY'S SECRET DAWN LAUGHING KING'S MAGIC SCHOOL OF GRINS AND TAUNTS, GOOD OLD HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, AHA-AHA-AHA, REAL FUNNY. NOW UR IN DREAM-LAND!

























THE WEATHER BUG,

In Partnership With

and shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:


Local Weather Cameras





Fort Pierce, FL 34950


Change Location





Live weather camera images from:
Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL 34953
















ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ONLY PROBLEM, I DON'T HAVE ANY, MISTER WILD GLARE EYES BILLY CROUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Yes King David, Talk about wanting to freaking wash your hands! What really tears it for me everybody is that this is not one or two wild things, but it is happening over and over and never ever quits, like a dam ass chain smoker, or a games expert cleverly stealing a chain and a book!!!!!!!!!!!!











MARCH 25, 2014,

TUESDAY EVENING AT 7:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 69 DEGREES FNHT.

















My blog bio page:














Mark Wayne Mohr's BLOG-BIO-PAGE, enjoy and 'WEED ON'.







http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/













About me:


Gender
Male
Industry
Occupation
Location
Introduction
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.
Interests
Favorite Movies
Favorite Music
Favorite Books

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?



An angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
















Morianity Foundation

This foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the laws of the United States and the world.







Friday, March 02, 2007 (WE CANNOT MAKE SSJKK ANGRY)!


MOVEMENT STAGE # 57, AND 'NO MORE STUPID RHYMES'-

The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest-people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning,a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally, as when U make security your line of work, this happens, but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should,I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 won, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically,and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me.

U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem, there are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me,and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement,and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs, it did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine,they could V made invisible or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent,after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me,but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.

Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use,and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.

I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with somethings should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back,and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by
Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, ''TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE''.

Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ARLANTIC, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.

Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright brown giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in first cousinly to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.

Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.

Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is television-ally possible, and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.

My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.

Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Gallilao’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chit-chit, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density-fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.

No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.

People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and whacked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG under his breath in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.

posted by theansweristheqyuestion @ 11:05 AM





People, there are so many things to say, it is like being back as a young kid in my room with an angry mother who sees my room is messy and needs to have me clean it up and tells me and I'll quote her great marvelous advice, “Just start someplace, and keep on going”.






BETTER STILL, DON'T. WE CAN KEEP THIS ALL NICE AND SECRETIVE FOLKS, JUST YOU AND ME, AND NOTHING. LIKE THIS IS ALL GOING TO FADE AWAY SOMEDAY; ONLY IT IS NOT. THAT FOLKS and ROCKDROIDS, you may be quite certain of. But here is one other thing you may be certain of. Morianity for Millennium 3 is not what I want to do, it is what I MUST DO, if I disobey SSJKK, the greatest fish in the whole dam bay might get sucked in by the Submarine Nurine Sat Jonah, and puked and hurled out onto the Atlantic City beaches in front of thousands of cellphone peeps. This is a new world now. If I was doing what I did in the middle late nineties, my image would be viral all over the place. To quote Joan and Poolroy from Haddonwood Swim and Health Club, “You're swimming but you're not, how the hell do you do that, Mark”???????????? Well how do I make 400 pound diner rotisserie motor's obey my thoughts, I don't weigh that much. I can reverse the direction of a spinning diner rotisserie, and have done so in public. If my photo was snapped today, that too would be viral. I am not here to go viral. I only hope that before I die or even after for that matter, that Morianity does.









THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS








The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version





Saturday, May 31, 2008


short blog number 4


I am under fucking death siege. I came home and a giant fucking chemical trail was above me over my residence courtesy of the evil Briggbase/World Air Force System. All night starting last night, major shit attack; my evil diseased MO-Mc-MO, is not gonna' fucking stop until I am dead, and I will destroy everyone of these demonic wicked fucking bastards. They started a huge fire right after I left 4 work right down the road from my residence, and it is till being watered down now. The entire Atlantic County responded to it, I smelled it from my job all night, and just had a psychic feeling it was at or nearby my trailer park. These fucking jerk offs are not gonna' stop this until my fucking pathetic whittle blood is spilled. Melanie said it best, cock suckers, "Stacey Krassle Will get U4 this".



Friday, May 30, 2008


just joined ACLU over internet


HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA



continued from hack out prior blog


CONTINUING FROM THE SUPER HACK
VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS

As I was saying in my last blog, Donna Hair Gaines Satano , and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the MIZZ-MICK-COO OR [5TH DIMENSION]. What is cannot do is allow a less powerful card in the WARDECK to suddenly become a greater larger number and thus B able 2 defeat the enemy-card. I am going to the fucking FBI Monday and if they will not help protect my civil rights and freedoms of speech, then www.aclu.com or whatever their site is, I have no time 2-night 2 check it out, but Monday, U can bet your fucking pricking assholes, my letter will B sent off or package, containing my letter, along with much other paraphernalia pertaining to constant and continual civil rights violations. ACLU, of New Jersey, Post Office Box #32159, Newark, New Jersey, USAESMWG, U bet your fucking diseased twisted balls I’ve got their damn address, this is far as this is gonna go un-fucking checked and un-sucking challenged.

END TRANSMISSION, THIS MIS ALL A PART OF THE PRIOR TOTALLY HACKED OUT AND STOPPED BLOGGING.

When Cali sinks into the sea later this year, U will remember tonight and B real fucking sahwee!!!!!!!!! How can U sit idly by teen queen and watch your {THAT-BOY} get tortured and tormented and pummeled 2 his fucking death. Don’t U have any feelings 4 me anymore oh great QUEEN??????



MORIANITY’S BEGINNING IN 95
7/12-NOT 12/7, ON THE 30TH EVIL SATANIC MAY-DAY
2008 COPYRIGHT MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN OF
CRANBERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG
FRIDAY EVENING, BLOG/BOOK---”TEOHIV-TIMCAM”


Well 2 start us off tonight, lads and lassies, Bill Gates men R at it again, not permitting me 2 title my own document on my own computer the way I wish to title it, as it is shown above, at the very top line. They simply would not permit me to what is perfectly legal, because to them this is all part of a very deadly dangerous sick twisted demented and satanic evil wicked game. They R giving me a shit-attack as I pen this, so let me break for quality-toilet time and look at the photo album in the mirror while I use the stink box, displaying quality photos of all of my KNOWN enemies, all inside a huge pile of excrement, as this is of course their natural freaking habitat. In order 2 properly visualize the great truths that I teach, if U have any kind of close minded personality and attitudes, which is entirely your buzz, but should Y, UR totally wasting your time reading my blog, go visit great uncle Many’s mechanic shop, or the life and times of Willy Newsy the Archway Avenue newsstand-man or any blog out there, there R millions, bloggers R like politicians in that most R a waste and a handful R honest. sahwee but I call them as IC them coach!!!!! First, all of our machine minds in the current society, [computers] R all run by programs that interact with programs, just as the larger system works precisely that put all of this here. A Mentally Challenged person, as I must use this word as the R word now is not acceptable as it was in my day of the great 1960’s, can C clearer than Johnny Nash that the obvious down lining is a SYSTEM, not only done BIOLOGICALLY, but also mechanically/electronically and if it thinks in any way at all, is part of the great thought dimension, the ECKISTS have their name for this realm, and it in truth beyond truths now known by anyone, can B considered the SIXTH DIMENSION. This is my argument with my teen-queen Sarah-Stacey. How she expects me 2 use a tool that is part of {the tool} that is destroying my existence, goes far beyond my mortal mind’s comprehension. I have put things together in the past 30 days that would destroy Bill Gates’ sanity unless he is what many think is the truth, an alien from “out there”, and he is not, he is as human as U and me. I just took a super hack, words and phrases and lines vanishing off the page, these fucking scum bags will never stop impeding me from writing my blogs. All they know is that this is a FUN GAME, let’s mess with the helpless little fuckin’ jerk off, ha-ha-ha!!!! “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE” by Doctor Bruce Goldberg is a fantastic MUST-READ book for any serious minded blogging audience of blogs in the categories of SUPERNATURAL, UFOLOGY, NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, and basically any esoteric and paranormal type of blog, as it will show powerful truths all though not all R 100% perfectly and totally correct. But then what is, and as my mom used 2 say, “This is Earth, not heaven”. These field traveling scum-pricks R not smart, they R impish and scummy, they R young and wild and have gotten a hold of some very powerful and dangerous technology. They can rubbamold as it will come 2B known into numerous face features as well as body types, such as giant girls for one example, many of them R part of a very secret hidden sect/cult/society, U choose the terms that U feel best and cozy with, that R part of the Bally’s Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, planet Earth, star system Sol, in the Milky Way Galaxy, in a high percentage of interdimensionalized hyperspace.

They made this entire week, and the entire fucking jerk off month of MAY total fucking HELL 4e me and Ann Silva, who is at home now and sick as a dog. If she gets no better by Monday, her doctor will B admitting her into the hospital. If anything happens to her, I will personally sick the Wheels of Soul, and her very best friends, on all my KNOWN enemies, and then they can fucking take it from there, take this any way U wish 2 and if U flag my free speech, I will c all of U at the World Court Tribunal at the Hague where I will B personally B filing fucking charges against all of U.

Next week, I will tell huge truths about the hyperspace and my awareness 2 all of it, not in 3 or 4 limited dimensions, BUT ALL TRUCKING 5 OF THEM, bwaby-wuv FUDD!!!!!! I am a fucking marine without being signed up physically in the corps. I will not back down 2U filthy dick licking shits nor show one single solitary bit of fear. Every time I try kindness or cut any of U scuzzy sleaze bags a break, U take my niceness 4 weakness and instantly kick me in the groin and spit in my fucking face. From now on, JUST ENJOY HURRICANE SEASON OF OH-EIGHT, as it will B a wild ride 4U. Enjoy my twisters and all manor of diverse retaliations 4 all that UR doing 2 me. U will all B vely-vely-vely sahwee BRO!!!! I will also talk major huge super time about electronics, the down lining matrix into these current peecee’s and blow and boggle the minds of novices and geniuses alike. I am not limited 2 life at one time, UR not either, but your awareness floats while conscious with the cosmic tide, while mine refuses 2 recognize other times and places, Donna Hair, and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the Mizz Mick-Coo, the [5tjklllllllgggggjjjjjjjSSSSS HJKKL HHHHHHHHHDFFFDDDSHJLGKTIIKFGJKRTLKJDRT;RTJI;TR;JIRTGRTGRTGPRTGJIOEHJIOPEIPS[WIOJEGWJIWGJI[OGBJIO[BGLW5OJIY4JIO;;OI5Y5S;OJI;OJ8STGEJ;O8GTSJOSGEJ8OHSEGSEGJ;OTGSJ;OSGHJO8SGHO8HJSRJOTG;OSTHRO;SJO;GMINLDIEJITHOJK’’MLDRGIBTSLISDZGJSERIOJGSO[‘EGJNSMNS;OIGNMS;OGIMNSGNEGA[JGG;NSEGJNS[EOGJSEOIGJGENHSG;HNESG;OIJSEGOSIGJHSEGOIJHSEG;ISOJEGSEOGIJSEJSEGOI;JSEGOI;SEGJSE[OGIJSEG[OIJSG[SEOGJSER[OGIIJSG[OIGJWG[ I WILL DESTROY THE WORLD TONMMOROW YOU HAVE FUCKING ASKED 4 IT NOW.,.,.,.,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,,.,...................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,000666666666666666888888888888G



morianity's beginnings in 95


I WAS FORCED TO STOP BLOGGING. THEY HAVE FUCKING WIPED OUT MY SYSTEM. I AM CALLING THE FUCKING FEDS IMMEDIATELY.


FBI AND NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE


I AM BEING VIOLATED. THEY HAVE HACKED INTO MY PROGRAM AND WILL NOT ALLOW ANY TYPING 2 COME OUT ON THE WORD DOCUMENT. IF U DO NOT DO YOUR JOB 2 PROTECT THE FREE SPEACH OF A U.S. CITIZEN, I AM RUNNING TO THE FUCKING PRESS.


short blog three


If I am not kicked out from the direct box, let me tell U that the siege all week is against every one of my civil rights and is intolerable. Next week Karen, U must show me how 2 get airplane tickets to Guatemala, cannot take it a day fucking longer, hope U looked up the sites I posted. Cycle sickies are everywhere, the siege is mostly on the ground, and all this is to keep the FIXED DOW JPNES GOING UP AND UP ANF UP FOREVER, JUST WATCH IT CLOMB 2 THE STARS AND BEYOND AFTER NEXT WEEK ROLLS AROUND., IT IS 10 MINUTES FROM BELL CLOSE ON THE DEMONIC STREET IN CAREYVILLE, HOW DO U LIVE IN SUCH A PLACE MY BEAUTIFUL ENDLESS QUEEN?



Thursday, May 29, 2008




And this goes on and on for a hundred more pages, so in a compressed nutshell, many still wonder and ask just how did the great MIDDIE ISISCYLLA, one second have me living one way, and then pow, it all went topsy turvy and upside down, like a Diana Ross record!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, you and I cannot do this, just as you cannot propel yourself or move other heavy objects at will as can I, but I cannot grow Billy Gary Crouch Glow-Eyes, and alter the entire transdimensional reality at a whim. This of course does not mean that the great Sarah Krassle cannot, and she has shown me so many things that she can do, that it would literally make the entire fucking Vatican City lose their Joe Paget marbles!!! THAT, sir Rockdroid Roddenberry, I promise you.







My Photo




MARK WAYNE MOHR



http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/

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.



OH SHIT, CAPTAIN KIRK, WHERE'S OUR FRIEND GARY HALLSFAWCE ENDGALAXY?????????????







555555555555555555555555

Mark_from_njAt 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.

Posted by Listener Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio Mysteries, MP3s, New Jersey, Religion | Permalink


Unchanged, no 'textnopopping' alterations on original posted text from, the almighty WFMU RADIO, WOW DANIEL MACKEY, YO!!!!!!!!


















I AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, SCREW-U!


THIS IS MORIANITY CHAPTER 00144, IN PART 5.




Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)




IF SOMEONE WOULD MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME AND TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, WE COULD ALL BECOME FUCKING TWAT EATING TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!
























































Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse

Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.







W—O—W





THANK YOU FOR SEEING ME TODAY, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!



BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.



MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.





55555555555555555555555555





















WOW!



DANIEL MACKEY AND ROBERT MCDOWELL.















Folks, if nothing else, give me a big fat EEEEEEE for EFFORT, as I have tried for 60 fucking years, which is a lot more than my fat lazy fucking father ever did. Also, lots of peeps that he pissed off are still taking it out on his DNA, all of it, and if it doesn't slow down or stop all together, you and I will meet face to face when you least expect it, McGuire, and then one less person will be alive on Planet Earth, I promise you that, old buddy!!!!!!!!





People understand DNA but cannot except that energies also run all over the place. The Buddha knows and reincarnation although not ever fully or correctly explained, is scientifically explainable. Just as a chain of molecular genetics takes 2000 people from 74,000 years ago and has us all here as a result, or really that we all are these 74,000 people genetically, also, energies flow in a STM connection as well as from the subatomic or Astral Plane down into the large worlds of hyperspace. It would take a million years to explain it all. Still, just as no words can ever explain real spiritual or subatomic truths all the way, not ever, be consoled in the Breadcrumb-Sleuth Lawtronic Regulation that forces those who really seek after what is true and real, will find their share of it in each dream down off of the Astral-Plane or (lifetime). The real you and me cannot handle in any one (lifetime) the total facts and truths that make all of this up. It would be like trying to feed a small radio speaker with amplification power from 100 Crown 1000 watt Amps all hooked up together. Still, all the truths I do elude to in MORIANITY, if anyone wants to ever really GET IT, they will. They will not get it because I write a few scrambled up things. They will get it because something will occur in their personal lives, and then by the Lawtronic Regulation, a truth seeker will see exactly what I speak about in these words, and go, HOLY FUCKING SHIT WATYER, now I really do understand, YO, I GET IT, in or out of 1982. If abd when the great SSJKK gets it in her newest life incarnation, the entire world will know it in short order, if of course that is part of what is to be in this particular parallel universe reality. If not, then it won't happen, it doesn't get a lot simpler than that. But you out there, whoever you are, one day you will be out there doing whatever it is you do, and something will happen and it will have nothing whatsoever to do with the Mountainpen (ME), but then, as I said, (YOU'LL GET IT)! I PROMISE, with or without after dusk bright-trails!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















*****TAPE 25,756*****




















Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:


































MARCH 25, 2014,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 4:06,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.









WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)












SAY WHAT, GEORGE LIGHTSPEED JEFF?


















BUT THE WORLD WON'T BELIEVE A MOTHER FUCKING CRACKPOT!

This is why there will be no world soon!






























































































JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE EQIVALENT NUMBER 25,755





MARCH 25, 2014,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 8:43,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 66 DEGREES FNHT.



















My blogs:







Contact me:





On Blogger since December 2011




Profile views – 403


Fort Pierce, FL



































My Photo







2006-2014 © MOUNTAINPEN, MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

© 2006-2014 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MORIANITY FOUNDATION







About me


Gender
Male
Industry
Occupation
Location
Introduction
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.
Interests
Favorite Movies
Favorite Music
Favorite Books

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother.

Also at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything.



My blogs




Contact me





On Blogger since December 2011




Profile views – 401








1 comment:











BLOG STATS OFFICIALLY POSTED ON FEBRUARY 17, 2014 AT 7:00 PM.





Pageviews today
5
Pageviews yesterday
43
Pageviews last month
1,769
Pageviews all time history
41009







































Retargeting 2 728x90
Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse
Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore
View the previous imageView the next image
Live Camera from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse, Jupiter, FL

Camera Animation
Choose a duration:
Today
30 Days*
365 Days*
Step backStopPlay/PauseStep forward
* Broadband connection recommended








Live Camera image from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse








View the previous imageView the next image
Live Camera from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse, Jupiter, FL
Camera Animation
Choose a duration:

Today 30 Days* 365 Days*

Step backStopPlay/PauseStep forward * Broadband connection recommended








There ares no ONE WAY STREETS, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Thinking long and hard about this puts many things in your own life in an entirely new light, whether or not you're aware of this great truth, folks.











///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®





MARK WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014





































Gravatar
Email (required) (Address never made public)
Name (required)
Website
Gravatar
mountainpen: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
Twitter picture
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
Facebook photo
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of follow-up comments via email.












Razzy McThaxton
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.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

The comments to this entry are closed.

I'M CRYING IN MY PILLOW, JASON WFMU FORREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



.

Support WFMU: Make a Pledge
Your Name:
Your Email:
Your Pledge:
How This Works
Or Call 800-989-9368
Add This Pledge Box (above) to Your Blog






















Archives









More


Search tools





Any time
All results
Fort Pierce, FL


About 6,160 results (0.30 seconds) 


Search Results


    mountainpen.wordpress.com/.../safe-journal-of-king-nebnooshoo-the-pi...
    Dec 23, 2011 - SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO THE PICKED-ON, CHAPTER NUMBER 0292. SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0292.

    theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/.../chemtrails-of-1987-ki...
    May 21, 2012 - Chemtrails of 1987 - King Nebnooshoo ... 0433 · Deal With This Another Time - King Nebnooshoo · SAFE JOURNAL, KING NEB, CH.

    theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/.../chemtrails-of-1987-ki...
    Jul 19, 2013 - MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CXLII · MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CXLI, KING NEBNOOSHOO MO... You'll Be Crossing Over ...

    theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/.../chemtrails-of-1987-ki...
    Mar 29, 2012 - Chemtrails of 1987 - King Nebnooshoo ... KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0379 · Chemtrails: Proof from an Insider (1/5) ...

    theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/.../morning-light-king-n...
    Apr 12, 2012 - The Morning Light - King Nebnooshoo ... KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0401-WHAAAAA... KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE ...

    theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/.../new-blogs-of-nebnoo...
    5 days ago - NEW BLOGS OF NEBNOOSHOO, BOTBAR TIMES 8 AND FUCKING .... NEW BLOGS OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, THE WASHCLOTHS HAVE .

    www.firstpost.com › Topics
    Dedicated to Nina's daughter and her three friends in 1997 who followed me down Tennessee Ave. in Atlantic City all the way to the future mayor's lifeguard tower.

    drunkenhive.blogspot.com/.../safe-journal-of-king-nebnooshoo-chapter_...
    May 26, 2011 - SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 154. SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 154. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET ...

    drunkenhive.blogspot.com/.../king-nebnooshoo-mi-apology-song_27.ht...
    Feb 27, 2011 - King Nebnooshoo - "MI Apology Song" ... JOURNAL CHAPTER 071 · safe journal, chapter 070 · safe journal of king nebnooshoo, chapter 069 ...

    drunkenhive.blogspot.com/.../king-nebnooshoo-mi-apology-song_12.ht...
    Mar 12, 2011 - March (76). SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 110 · King Nebnooshoo - "MI Apology Song" · SAFE JOURNAL OF KING 


































More Maps
 
View the previous image
View the next image


Weather Map Controls
National Lightning Map
Local National













Life is full of canonized miracles, Pope, Sir, for me, aniwho. Let me tell you what I mean, and this is a tiny smattering of all that I could tell, but then, we all know that one real well.


























































































































































































Sure it's a coded poem, but what the hell is not, Sherry-Lee Saturn-Cars???















At one minute after the opening bell on garbage fucking WALL STREET, a few minutes ago, a nasty low loud private airplane just buzzed me illegally here at my Public Housing Building at 601 Avenue B in Fort Pierce, Florida, Federal Aviation Administration dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555

55555555555555555 and this compensates for where I mother fucking forgot to compensate on my previous god dam ass blog for the page one hundred eleven of one hundred eleven assault on me by Jane Whore Witchbitch Diseasesleazeweeds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA!!!!





Now the blog will get down and dirty. I was with the ESS last night, falling into sleep around half past midnight or so. About five hours later I woke up to just remembering the tip edge of being with them, in a weird place near some seashore, it could have been anyplace, and naturally, in any universe, but a localized one. The more distant they become, the curve of strength that the Lawtronics has over them appears to dwindle, them being the universes, not the ESS. If you go to distant ones as most of you know, you may end up in some weird places that indeed would defy the natural order and laws that we would think of these as, here in this particular universe and order of reality. Long Story Short, or LSS, the Exploratronic Supermind Society had a few top members ere in this place that had lots of outside decks, lots of blue painted wooden steps that separated them all, some in area distance, while others in altitude difference. Grassy pathways were the nearby roads, some march lands were also around. I have strong reason to believe, whatever localizing parallel universe in the hyperspace that I was ibn, was still New Jersey and around this time, you know present time and year, 2014, or give or take just months or so. I gathered this from listening intently and carefully to the conversations that I heard going on all around me at this one particular clubhouse out of a cluster of them, or this is what it all appeared to be in my humble opinion. They told me after what I will discuss in a few minutes, that I was not officially invited in, merely that I'm in the process of introduction, them to me abnd me to them, and I have not as of yet met certain specific requirements for becoming an official ESS member. Certain things were needed. One was for me to drive down this very tiny one car wide grassy lane if you will, that went about two miles, winding up into a small hilly area that led to a Comcast Cable Television place. They said I needed to take this bill to them and they handed me an envelope that did not look like a bill, more like a letter or postcard or something, but it was no normal regular customer bill, and it certainly was not return-addressed, Exploratronic Supermind Society, not that it ever would be. I looked over and as I did, the road seemed more and more treacherous. Wild horrible looking huge nearly dinosaur sized animals suddenly were roaming around all over the fields along this twisty windy road seemingly heading straight into hell itself. I wanted to do this real bad, but eventually remember distinctly, chickening out. They said until they give me an errand, and I obey it without fear or question, I am not invited to join the ESS. Then I looked at what they had given to me and it was now a small package making a horrific sound, and I broke it open and it was a miniature of one of those animals out along that road that headed up into some hills where this so-called Comcast office was up there. The creature then jumped out and onto my arm and began biting me and putting me into excruciating agony. The pain was beyond intense and hellish, and I began rolling down these blue colored wooden steps to the ground, while several ESS members then surrounded me. One touched my shoulder and instantly the pain was totally gone, as ''if it never even happened''. I was waiting to hear a an advertisement for 'Serve-Pro' to start blaring out somewhere. Then the package had again reverted back to the envelope that they wanted me to take up to the Comcast place. Now it had become a regular appearing Comcast bill. Many things were spoken to me and they told me that I am being persecuted by entirely different forces than I was at a younger age, after I began communicating with the subatomic particle that humankind labels, 'the electron'. Powerul lawtronic forces create dream-outs from void infinity and they construct the tiniest possilbe non zero-dimensional unit of beingness possible, the asapian dream. This comes out with half spinning around clockwise and the other half spinning around counter-clockwise. This is why when carbon eventually is created into the mix along with perfect dosages of hydrogen and oxygen, what is thought of physically as life, begins to emerge. Along the fourth dimensional line, there is an eventual growth in connectiveness to the lower lawtronic dimension or sixth dimension, which is pure MIND. The larger the receiving connector system becomes as time progresses or in the area on the one end of the 4-D line moving forward, the more mind signal can be sent. The more mind signal that can be sent, the entity can eventually begin to become self aware, and has led us all now to this stage of present humankind advancement. Nut as with all things, nothing is that basic and simple. LSS, my horrendous persecution began when I was able to begin coding back and forth with the force behind what makes electrons what they really are inside of this dream out from the void infinity. This is what the powerful owners of the world are and will forever be covering up, and should as person accidentally stumble onto what I did in 1983, they have to kill you, and slowly drive you mad until you are a mere shell of your former self, and go mad or kill someone else or yourself. I have yet to do any of this, so on they go persecuting me endlessly, relentlessly, it won't stop, as I know too much truth that is top majestic classified by the world secret system WSS. Even invited in exploratrons do not communicate with the electron, as I have been not only doing since 1983, but have fallen madly in love with this incredible energy that can of course become anyone or anything and take on any shape and do any miracle. This entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result. Still, this is why my persecution all began, and it will not end in this lifetime as Mark Wayne Mohr. This very same force against me is experienced by all the UFO and other seekers of truth, who dare to seriously buck these powerful controllers of the WSS. Some call the MIB part of this, but they're just the stupid drones who carry out the intimidation missions and so forth. The truths behind this great FORCE, jit eyes and Jedi's all not withstanding, or any Mister Hall's for that matter; is male domination ego. The male of the human species cannot handle the fact that an almighty teen Goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle owns this entire everything. This is her videogame of a 21st century way or relating these truths to many geeks out here. I am her THAT BOY, placing me whether I like it or not, smack dab at the center of all of this, and it was all set to happen, and I did not do anything to bring anything about, it was going to all occur whether I approved, disapproved, or whistled Dixie Ann Southlands Tunes, for 300 years through my nose!!!!!!!!





Other blogs will follow that go further in my eventual hope of joining the ESS and when and if this happens, I'll be bound to regulations that may prevent me from blogging many things that I now blog about. I already was told that several things I discuss now on blogs, to quote them, would be immediately halted, should I become a member of the ESS. You don't say NO to these people, folks. You see, the package and the weird road of dinosaurs, this all makes me realize who the real and original TALLOS-4 peeps are, and how they entered this world in 1966 as PHASE-4 entities and TYPE-3-exploratrons both, to get the great STAR TREK show to all happen and begin. Study its history. The survivors don't discuss it but they all know that I know and have figured out nightmarish horrific truths regarding all of this. Hay the shows were wonderful, but all realities have their dark side, to quote lovely scary Dawn-Marie King, the Latengrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





For now folks, I'll bid you adieu. I wish to relax and start cooking a light brunch. Have a very nice day, good peeps, and hope for my sake that my day is not too disgustingly monstrous, on or off the Haddonwood treadmills of Joe and Andy, and others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Markets are flying after that fucking aerial assault on me at 9:31 AM-ICPE, ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:












Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)































I fell under a super attack from the MILI-2-FORCE.









#
Name (NALL) <
Full Title
Copyright Number
Date




Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001148157
1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001189027
1989

LET ME BEAM SCOTTIE AND A BROKEN CAR IN TRANSDIMENSIONAL BROKEN CODES OF MUNIKAY HYPERSPACE, OVER TO 5133 OAKLAND STREET IN PHILLY-57!
















EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER CUNT LAPPING FUCKING BOTBAR, FOLKS. THEY JUST WON'T GIVE ME A MOMENT'S MOTHER FUCKING PEACE, JUST AS WAS SPOKEN ON WPIX-TV, IN 1988, BY AGENTS CONDOR AND FALCON ON THAT SUPER COOL FUCKING CUNT DOCUMENTARY SHOW, CALLED, ''UFO THE COVER UP''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





These fucking cock chewing neighbors do nothing but slam and bang and yell and make noise, it has gone on a real mucking roll for two weeks or more now, and goes on a roll so it seems where it is good for one week or so and then real bad for about two weeks of fucking so, then this repeats over and over and over again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now if it keeps up after midnight, Debbie said to call CRIME STOPPERS and make a complaint, AND SOMETHING WILL BE DONE ABOUT IT IF INDEED IT IS GOING ON AFTER LEGAL FUCKING HOURS, ABND THIS I WILL DO, AS I HAVE MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT IN HERE. On top of this, fire alarms are again a daily happening, sometimes more than one, anyone can of course verify this, it is public information, as the building gets fined for every false alarm where the authorities are dispensed over here. I also knew that the WE NETWORK was playing games, I knew if I gave up, they would the ''L&O'' show back on from 5-8 PM on weeknights. They have. If they keep removing it just to spite me, they will be the ones hurt more than me. To me it is just fucking with my entertainment. But kick a man in his balls and he yells loud and long. Kick a capitalist in his wallet, well, THAT IS A WHOLE OTHER MOTHER FUCKING STORY, and I know others will call and complain or just stop being fans of the network, which means they have to charge advertisers less money to put on their ads, so if I am that important and that worth it to fuck with, then do it, bring it, YO! HA-HA-HA-HA without any Mike McNulty's fro, fucking 1971!!!





























































Yes, every single day, one or two fire alarms go off now for the past two weeks for the most part, and this is how long the nabes have been real fucking cunt lapping annoying again, ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!! Lightning lets me down every single day, never ever coming around to visit with her little boy. Things for me are dark and bleak and I think about ways of committing cunt lapping suicide every minute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The rotten stinking feds are worthless bastards who could care less about helping me get to the real bottom of who is messing with me, and has been since I left fucking school 42 cunt huffing ass years back in time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I AM POSITIVE THE DJIA STOCK MARKET IS CUNT LAPPING FLYING THE PAST WEEK, YO YO YO YO YO YO!





SOMEONE JUST HACKED INTO THE COMPUTER AND NORTON BEGAN SOME SCAN, RIGHT OUT OF THE BLUE FOR SOME WEIRD ERROR. I DID NOT TRUST IT, AND I FUCKING CANCELLED, AND X'D OUT OF THE FUCKING SCREEN IT POPPED UP ON. I NEED YOUR HELP SO BADLY, MY PAL, FROM GIBBSTOWN, NEW JERSEY; WHO MOVED IN 1974, TO FORT WAYNE, INDIANA ;AND WENT ONTO BECOME THE MAN THAT DAN MACKEY WANTED HIM TO BE; AND EVEN BECOME THE FCC CHAIRMAN. HELP ME PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! From a boy to a great man, right lovely daughter???????????





All weekend and especially on SUNDAY, the fucking jerk off door slammer was here, the guest who comes to one of my neighboring apartments and does nothing but slam in and out and make a lot of noise, along with lots of shouting. When this fucking bastard shit eater is here, so is trouble, all kinds, ranging from A-Z!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







If you don't think stink, that I intend to query my GAWNUM CAT GAWKY GAUKAUK about why this is all happening to me recently, 'you all have a brand new thought coming your way', to quote my now late mommy dearest, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















All weekend and especially on SUNDAY, the fucking jerk off door slammer was here, the guest who comes to one of my neighboring apartments and does nothing but slam in and out and make a lot of noise, along with lots of shouting. When this fucking bastard shit eater is here, so is trouble, all kinds, ranging from A-Z, and he can come and does come, on no discernable patterns, but he never stops coming here and has been part of the nightmare for me in this building ever since Mister Stereo as I used to call him, left the apartment across from me a few months after my arrival here at this place. My guess would say of 2011 and is definitely related to that jerk off James who I know let the air out of my tire some time back. After I finish my short blog, taker my bath and clean up in the shit-house, I'll be going downstairs to speak to the resident manager.



Now it is a couple hours later than when I first began this blog. I am continuing along on this journal tape.



















HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Yes my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did, and I also hope your life is not as continuously mother freaking miserable as mine is, 24-7-365-2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I used to have a dude who knew just how powerful and real all this horrible shitty hell in my life really was, especially pertaining to any remotest connection to music and music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or type. He knew it because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered this very same affliction, and on a day that he had looked forward to for years, after saving to buy a high end drum set from a Philadelphia music store, in the seventies somewhere, pow, he went to start up his Cadillac automobile, and nothing. It died for no reason, and was not repairable. Prior to that day, even though it had some mileage, maybe even a hundred-K, it ran like a top, and my pal David Roth maintained his vehicles very well. Cars you might say, next to music, was HIS THING, as we ''sixties kids'' used to say back in the great days. My friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you, that this man was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart, just a little less successful; but Coral and Dorothy, where the name combination of Caldor, and this was store number 113 in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I will be continuing along with the forbidden topic, MUSIC, after telling you what happened so far today, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Something I recently heard on TV, and I am pretty sure from what else but the greatest law show of all time, even surpassing that of the fifties, ''Perry Mason'' great law television show. If you stop someone from doing what they are best at, it will drive them mad; yes it was L&O, the Criminal Intent, and it was genius Tom Reale Studerer who said this, yes Tommy boy had this studder only far worse, as I have eluded to in my typing of the way he might speak a common every day sentence. I would not make fun of him, but this pervert bastard messed me up, and his powerful freaking New Jersey pals covered it up and tried to kill me many times so I would not make trouble, then by successfully getting me on the so-called CRACKPOT-LIST via my being on a mental disability since late 1994, mission accomplished. I know for a freaking fact that my family and folks surrounding my family such as great almighty TAWF (That Family) from the 1970 Ventnor, New Jersey recurring serial nightmares; are all totally involved in this gigantic evil monstrous demonic conspiracy. Another man who roomed with me knows, where there is smoke, there is fire; right wicked Paula Uwich and evil Braxton sisters???????????
























Mark_from_nj













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.






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.

Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM




Verify your Comment


Previewing your Comment











We'll get back to all of this, but first, here is my errand and day-so-far report, dear life journal/diary/internet captains blog, Jim Kirk and Fawces-Gary-God.



















Yes, I awoke to nice silence, no loud crap all around me. Still, I opened up this blog and then closed it to finish up later. I took a nice cool bath and cleaned up and then went to the Publix Grocery Store on Route One here in Fort Pierce. I purchased 30 bucks worth of good staples and food products that will carry me through until my April disability money is credited into my account, one week after my older daughter turns double fours, and five days after my youngest turns 17, all Stone Harbor jetties and political secrets and horrible brutal transdimensional murders leaving innocent children as orphans, not withstanding here, wonderful ass world!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I went to the Public, I stopped at the Good Will Store for a few movie tapes and three blank VHS tapes that they had in stock. The last time I was out I put gasoline in the old buggy so that is in for a long time as I do not go many places. I just crossed over the 85 thousand mile mark on my odometer, noticing that finally, I now have 85,040 miles on my 2004 Dodge Neon, for an average annual mileage that is pretty average these days of such high priced fuel, eighty-five-hundred miles. Aniwho **-**-****-** before I left the building, I saw Debbie Moratto, my Resident Manager. She will pull the video of the all day loud party yesterday, that shows very loud slams at both 1:40 AM and 2:25 AM, on this very morning. I AM SURE THE STOCK MARKET WILL FLY, AS IT ALWAYS DOES WHEN THE ICPE TECK IS USED AGAINST ME AND ON ME, SEABOTTOM SIR, AND OTHERS OUT HERE, SO KNOW ALREADY, A 200 MINUIMUM POINT JUMP ON THE DJIA PRICES, will be a foregone conclusion on this day. Also this day was very dense, or said in another way, Professor Kaku my friend, this simulation was filled in my local fields with unusually high populogram. This is just shortened for ''population-hologram'. I am not trying to add millions of new words to the internet, Detective Curtis, Lenny, and lovely gorgeous LOO!







So I talked to Debbie about the very late and very illegal noise that totally freagged up my attempts to go to sleep around one this mouuuuuuuuuuurning, then went to the bank, where I had to park in a farther away separate parking area as the bank lot was filled to the rim brim and not with hot Joe or hot beach pigs from the sixties and yet in the nineties, nor any Geico scummy creatures and quintessentially stupid ass freaking television commercials. The hologram in my local field of this simulation, or our so called reality and universe in the hyperspace, is very dense and thick, or an unusual amount of peeps are all over the place. A gorgeous 30 or early thirtyish year old girl was staring me up and down in the Publix store while walking to the check out line after finishing acquiring all the items that I had gone there for. When I parked and opened my door back at the building so that I could unload what I bought and take it up to my west side sixth floor apartment, here at my Public Housing building at 601 Avenue B in Fort Pierce, Florida; a small loud and low airplane was up above me, close. The skies were overcast and a slight on and off drizzle were the weather conditions all over my area during my time out on personal errands. So no ordinary plane can be stalking me through an overcast. Back in Jersey, this happened with major regularity, and with patternized precision clockwork if certain things were done by me to seemingly freaking initiate this sick twisted behavior on the part of the asshole WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, Mister Hall and Mister Berrios, Olympic runner and multilingual song translator, huh Resident Manager Nate in 1989 and 1990, and tapes left in Atlantic City that started the original Golf War, or the actual first military actions known as Desert Shield, followed later by the same initials of course, Donna's Desert Storm!!!!!!!!!!!! Our military and our secret Cove Agencies in our government, love to code-name their projects, and it is not done by any means, in some random or silly helter-skelter meaningless way. Nothing THEY do is without a very good reason, even hating my poor pathetic miserable little defenseless guts for decades and decades. 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOO', yes, SSJKK, you say it the very same way at 2 and 3 that you do at 13 and 14, and the copyright office has all the tapes now, since last July the third, as they had the other one back in 1988 when I sent that for copyright as part of the project called, Epitome of Harassment, Part 2, misspelled of course. This is why the US © Office shows the letters [SIC] on both my Epitome of Harassment projects, sent in 1989 and 1990, so let me show you here by pasting it in from the Library of Congress official records, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! OOOOOH and by the way, 'O' with the long vowel sound, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.



Well people, and if Seabottom is stuck at the bottom of the sea, him too, the ICPE is the biggest nightmare monster that I ever thought I would have to fight in my lifetime. If you had told me this would happen tome back when I was in high school with my pal Bob McDowell and the others, lovely Amy and so on, hater-Raynor, I would have taken my miserable rotten life, I promise you all this, at the speed of freaking light, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Oh good Lord and a quarter, Lenny McKinnon, what a freaking family. You knew all of this all along, you rotten accuser. Yes, many things are in that great Holy Bible that are so true and accurate they just jump up at those like me who have really experienced ''spiritual'' type shit all their lives, and we know 100% with no shadow of one single lousy ass doubt, that it is all true and real. Many I suppose who lay dying right now,scared, would envy my positiveness that all of this is absolutely real, and that when you stop breathing, it is the most natural thing, just as natural as when you were and are breathing. There is no sudden bang like with poor me early this morning while trying to catch some freaking ZZZZZZZ's in this hell-hole Public housing drug infested building, old pal, Sheriff Ken Mascara, and lovely Florida Attorney ?General, Mizz Pam Bondi. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY!













PLEASE 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.




Luckily for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing 42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle, and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my struggles to deal with DAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ''whatever'', Congressman, before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of the constant, and yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word like, not light, but my deeper mind that was speaking about the constant, spoke through me and left me to robotically type in the incorrect word on my previous blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey.







Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho folks, his mother, my C-4-R-4, (fourth cousin four times removed) all stemming from my mom's first cousin Ruth Huntington who married Heinz Gottwald, who gave birth to five children, three boys and two girls, the oldest girl and not the oldest child, being Christine, the girl Jimmy Dean fell for and was making out with in 1975, on Uncle Heinz's ketch, during a sailing boat trip that my mom went on, while I was getting the crap beat out of me in Atlantic City that day with two monster freaking lifeguard mascots, twice my pathetic puny wimpy flabby little 20 year old size. Enough to make you grow up and not be a boy any more, on the advice of Dan Mackey, my old FCC wormhole pal, Bobby MCD???????????????????? See how things all prove my story comes out true, folks, are you blinder than a cane itself??????????????? La-Da-Da-Da, my attorneys won't even bother contacting a soul. I am way too old and tired to give one rotten pale of stinky shit on the local jetty, Governor Fruit. Wow, the hollering and doors is pretty intense today, but last night, even thought they were quiet, I tried getting up yo my site at Blogger to view my own blog as I do upon occasion, and was major hacked, BOB-FCC, old Fort Wayne, Indiana friend, YO! I was hacked out of my Comcast E-MAIL page, then I could not get up on the net at all, and then, wild screens popped up all over the place, and it was like I was mother flowering back in the 1997 Somerdale death house, with Fred and Craig, the two RADIO SHACK EMPLOYEES who came over to help me with my computer that evening one summer day. I doubt this was the famous summer's night of the fifties that caused that lovely ballad song to spring forth, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!















Now obviously, my 4-4 cuzz, David's mom, who I met several times AT THE HARVEST, a gorgeous woman may I add; must have somehow learned locally by having someone, after following me and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video tapes there, and placed the blank video herself, into the pile; after seeing I was already on the way over. Remember, this is the age of cellphones, and everybody can play James Bond. The local novelty shops can legally sell all sorts of spy equipment to any unlicensed, and non-private investigator; and all sorts of things can be done; as ADA Ron Wirtz Senior taught me; and this was all around 2 solid ass freaking decades back into time; so think by now what folks can do, that have the know how!!!!!??????????????????? This was all a wild super PARLOR TRICK, as was the Cifaloglio magazine with MY at the Empire State Building around the time of her twentieth high school reunion in OHM-8, and the auto-reverse cassette deck in my car playing that karaoke flip side version with the 'MY' on it before the start of my 1986 song, ''REAL GOOD GIRL''. I'll highlight it now in light pink.






HelpNew SearchSearch HistoryStart Over



Public Catalog

Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)
Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W
Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.




Next






Resort results by:




#
Name (NALL) <
Full Title
Copyright Number
Date
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000662409
1984
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000724397
1985
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu003351785
2007
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
TXu000514390
1992
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000344219
1981
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000546149
1983
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000442785
1982
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000325091
1981
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000411864
1982
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000825471
1986
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000881543
1986
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu002506106
2000
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000501582
1983
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu002153196
1996
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
SRu000332786
1996
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
SRu000362114
1997
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000540585
1983
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000724407
1984
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
PAu000998574
1987
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001148157
1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001189027
1989
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu000204017
1980
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu000204015
1980
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu002336935
1998
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu002282717
1998



Resort results by:






Next



Save, Print and Email (Help Page)
Records
Select Format:
All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages
Enter your email address:


Search for:
Search by:
Item type:








United States Copyright Office

HelpNew SearchSearch HistoryStart Over



Public Catalog

Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)
Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W
Search Results: Displaying 26 through 28 of 28 entries.




Previous






Resort results by:




#
Name (NALL) <
Full Title
Copyright Number
Date
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu000204016
1980
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu003037983
2005
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu002237985
1997



Resort results by:






Previous



Save, Print and Email (Help Page)
Records
Select Format:
All on Page
Selected On Page
Selected all Pages
Enter your email address:


Search for:
Search by:
Item type:
































THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:






No comments:

Post a Comment