I
JUST HAD A SYSTEM CRASH AND LOST BLOG NUMBER MOTHER FUCKING 25,769,
SO THAT WILL BE 'A', AND THIS
IS NOW '25,769-B', AND 'A' IS LOST NOW AND
SO 'B' WILL TRY AND COVER WHAT HAPPENED, AND THEN TELL SOME MORE.
BECAUSE OF THIS ATTACK ON ME, WHAT I WILL SAY WILL BE QUITE MAJOR. IF
YOUR ARE FEELING WEAK OR NOT AT 100% OF YOUR NORMAL SELF, SAVE
READING THIS UNTIL LATER ON, PLEASE.
Before
I get into anything, it is two hours after the crash now, and even
though the system-recovery screen tried to help me, it did not, in
case Microsucks Open Office folks are reading this. It said it was
recovered, but only a few sentences were there from a 16 page blog
with three pictures on it originally, so I closed it and let the
document be discarded unsaved. As things keep growing worse for me
with all of these hacks and utility and health screw ups and so much
more, I want to inform you all just so you cannot later deny to
yourself that you indeed heard it right here on these blogs, FIRST. I
am not sorry for the upcoming major events. Humanity brought this on
themselves as they always do, none of us, me included, learns lessons
the easy way. But when they need to be learned, they will be learned,
one way or the other, easy, hard, but they will be learned. A whole
lot of mother fucking people may be dead very soon, and this is no
threat. I merely know some horrible shit that no one can drag me into
a police station and force me to say, as it is not based on normal
every day stuff, and my enemies all know this about me. Just do not
say you were not warned, and do not accuse me of directly being the
bad person in all of this. If you throw enough balls against the
wall, one will eventually come right back into your face. This is all
that I am saying, and it is so very true.
One
of the photo images was a live camera at a Lakewood, New Jersey
intersection. The others were merely local schools around here, for
general interest. As for the Lakewood, New Jersey deal, how I will
always remember that night in the autumn of 1987 while residing in
Woodlynn, New Jersey, just east of Philadelphia by a couple of miles;
when David Roth and I broke down in Paul Tomastik's old piece of shit
Ford that he sold me cheap, and was damaged beyond repair from the
get go making that sound continuously that most of us know, happen s
after a car engine has been run without proper oil for an extended
period. It is like a dweller of your local nursing home. Sooner or
later, and usually sooner, it is bye-bye time, with or without Betty
Roaches Davis and her din-din!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After we broke down on
Route 72 not that many miles west of Long Beach Island's famous
Causeway Bridge of the Ron Jon Surfers club, DUDE; we walked back to
Route-9, or started walking when a man picked us up in an old truck
that was about to also be shortly DOA at some automobile graveyard.
He took us to this Route 9 and 72 where we then walked just a short
ways to a bus stop where a bus line ran from Lakewood coming from the
north, and headed north into Atlantic City. David made a nasty
comment once we boarded, that nobody would have understood if he had
shouted it, it was something that only the two of us understood,
about Lightning Goddess Diana, and disagreed vehemently about as
well. We arrived near the Ceasers Casino, and from there took a limo
back, dropping me off first at my Woodlynn place that I was renting
from Paul Tomastik, as he had several rental properties along with
his own residence where he and his family resided at that time in
Lindenwold, later moving into a huge manor area on the other side of
town, just down the road from where the heirum of girls in 1999,
along with Helen Zebriski, all lived and whose daughter was married
to Sarah Callio's husband's father, Old Mafioso Martino, of the Sands
and Claridge Casinos, and other hot spots of Atlantic City. None of
these things just happened, and every single thing is a huge PACKMAN
thing where I am just a blob getting the fucking shit out of me by
nightmare enemy attackers. This is all part of a game run by a
terribly evil goddess that makes Mizz DE-VIL without the split
hyphen,look quite comparatively saintly by all means. This game I
have recently come to learn has a powerful name. I know the name of
it but this is not the big news that this blog contains, so don't
think it is for a moment, as for this, we will be going half way
around the globe, over to good old mother RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
before we GO THERE, in more ways than one folks, let me tell you the
name of this, and it is not PACMAN-2 or PACKMAN-MOUNTAINPEN, but is
called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, VERY CLEVERLY SHOWING THE
LETTERS OF 'ESS' IN BOTH THE WORDS, 'guess' and 'guest'!!!!!
Yes
folks, when this all started with Mister SNOWED-IN, Aunt Geraldine
Supergirl Locator Silverhands Jefferson; in late 1996 somewhere, in
Somerdale, New Jersey, at the DEATH HOUSE at 112 Harvard Avenue; I
caught a powerful thing that VP was quoted in the media as saying
about America, and he did not dare say a lot more but it didn't
freaking go over my head for a single minute. You are so on the money
and so totally correct, Mister P-P, not you Paul. All those who need
to know what is being said here, KNOW WHAT'S GETTING SAID HERE!
Puppets on a string, games of goddesses, and then proof by the
unfolding of powerful global events over the past year. Is a super
fucking cunt eating 'WOW' in
order right about now, MISTER
DANIEL MACKEY, SIR??????????
All
right, let's play this game for a while, lovely
TEEN-QUEEN-SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We already know and
remember or the powerful F-500 and world all know, that indeed, with
or without three cassette tapes placed strategically along a section
of the Atlantic City Boardwalk on the day before Iraq invaded Kuwait,
at the end of the eighties; that, and I quote her in another human
life, “Your friends are in the shop”. IN the SHOP as in shop
and house being substitutable, or HOUSE-IN, which is about
as similar as a good code would ever be expected to be back in late
May of 1969, you get it, Saddam Hussein, (HUSSEIN), (HOUSE-IN). This
was following the wonderful days of Secretary of State McNamara and
the fabulous sixties and the recent escalation of the Vietnam
Undeclared War, not all that different than the DS/DS OPS before the
terrorism all began as a result, no matter who tells us what, truth
is there for any asshole to know, and I just love the way Mister
Forehead put things that day when the dam media caught it and quoted
him, it was priceless jewels to me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving onward
to two months later at the most, the second great words of wisdom not
spoken by weather bugs or little beetles, or famous bigger Beatles
with long hair and guitars; came SSJKK and her wonderful quotation of
“I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”. Something her spirit was carrying
inside of her from a near future life, as anyone who knows her in
this one, totally knows this is so true, and still, I hear my pal
from Russia, and yes, with lots of love, saying that wonderful thing,
and I am truly 'LMAO', computer geeks of planet Earth, and U2,
Mister WOLLLLLLLLLLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then came some real powerful
words of NOT LETTING IT BE, but other wisdom, on Pearl Harbor Day,
and no, PBHE (Prior Blog Hack or Error), remember that from
2006-2009, good peeps? First, it was December 6 of 1996, not 1997 as
I misspoke on my prior blog, and secondly, my spirit inside of me
already seeing these blogs before blogger dot com had even started,
back in the days of Haddonwood-Highview and 1995 and so on; must have
been confused when Rock Choker Nick took me back to my high school in
1968, and stranded me there, by taking the special invention of
Zwonko Burr Pratt TPB 1994 © away from me, along with his pal Mister
Boodelia, from the Charm School of Thugs and Amelia, and other bad
things done, and not appreciated; by a lot of us, in the
RIAA; better known to average peeps, as the music-bizz.
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE EQUIVELANT NUMBER 25,769
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014
Original five blogs:
On Blogger since
January 2006
Profile views – 2956
My 5 other blogs:
2011
blog total profile views: 408, courtesy of Google stats.
IT
TOOK CHRISTIANITY 1,000 YEARS TO CATCH!
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.
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY 3-29-97 MY PEE!!!!!
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ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE.
ONLY
PROBLEM, I DON'T HAVE ANY, MISTER WILD GLARE EYES BILLY
CROUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
what is the big deal about what President Cool Forehead said, and
also, what Sarah said three times on 10-SC Avenue, only the third
time, it was not the 10-SC Avenue from this world, but was somewhere
else in fifth dimensional hyperspace in a parallel 4-D universe? Just
what is all tied up with Hussein and then her obsession with lighter
verses darker, and then finally, this wild Pack-Mountain-Man
Cosmic-Game, called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”?
Well,
to quote what one of her younger friends said in one of her great
artistic projects of more recent times, spanning a near quarter
century career now, “LET'S EXPLORE THIS”, yes lovely girl from
Jamaica, let us do just that, to quote Christopher Bennett from 2005,
at Cifaloglio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
same project makes no bones about my daughter's fixation on skin
tone, so now that this along with
King
SH's brother
is
out of the way, we will march right into the heart of the matter,
none other than her great game, GTNOTG, almost as in, get it or not,
in or out of all educational deals and other unpleasantrys in or out
of 1972 and 1982.
GUESS
who just fucking
got
me again, as she does every cunt huffing dirt bag day, ladies and
gentlemen; but Jane Shit-Witch-Notfondau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let
me god dam ass compensate with my fives, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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. Also, I make it my goal to somehow
escape the Fonda Fives Curse that
this evil witch bitch has me in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
SHIT, CAPTAIN KIRK,
WHERE'S
OUR FRIEND Gary Mitchell Glareyes Billy Crouch???????????????????????
Jeese-Louise, SF!
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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.
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.
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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, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, IT IS UP DAY AFTER DAY!!!!!!!!!!
IF
SOMEONE WILL JUST MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME,
AND TAKE ME SERIOUSLY; WE COULD ALL
BECOME FUCKING TWAT ASS TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!
UP
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP
AND
UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, WHILE I GO KAPLOOEY!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
I
NEED YOU AROUND ME DIANA, 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.
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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.
YO,
I GET IT,
in or out of 1982. If
and when the great SSJKK gets it in her newest life incarnation,
the entire world will know it in very short
order!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let us right now further delve into
this wild game of hers good peeps, GTNOTG.
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
She
wants me to create this. She also wants me to do other things. None
of these things contradict biblical principles. That is the ultimate
test that Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah
Krassle
holds
HERSELF
to a standard or better said perhaps, a
constant; like the speed that light travels.
Now this game is about guessing
who's who,
and in and of itself, is not all that different by any stretch of the
mind, from an already powerful bunch of games, played all over this
Earth; every single freaking day, for eons. It isn't the game or even
its basic idea that makes it so powerful, just as walking miles in
desert lands and fighting with world leaders and rulers to free a
bunch of fucking idiot peeps long back into time; but rather, it is
just how powerful this great awesome MIDDIE ISISCYLLA truly is, that
makes this unfathomable GTNOTG
GAME,
SO SUPER ASS HUGE.
I will be getting into real powerful details on just how this now is
starting to recently unfold for me, and screw the past 20-40 fucking
years. Look at that as the life before the Apostle Paul was Paul and
was Saul, or before Moses met the bright haired teen-queen behind the
bushes of Roseann Haddon Hills Delaney, and no, not Selaney, another
PBHE, so sahwee, Mister Japanese Ambassador, speaking of December 7,
1941, or 1996, not the year after that, Haddon Township High, and
all the fascination my old school seems to hold for the TAWF wild
peeps, that
I
also call, as they named themselves silently to me in a summer of
1970 sequence of recurring dreams,
“THAT-FAMILY”.
YEAH, Yancy-DOW, and I am THAT-BOY, and I know all about the
Christmas trees, in or out of movies or lobbies, as well as the
wormholes and the livery stable, mister Sutter. Jesus Christ, Demi
Moore; any birds flying in the house
today?????????????????????????????
BETTER
STILL, DON'T. WE CAN KEEP THIS ALL NICE AND SECRETIVE FOLKS, JUST YOU
AND ME AND A DOG NAMED FLEE, LOW ODD BLACK ODD OLD ROULETTE PAL FROM
THE SIXTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
folks, I am in need of some din-din and then it is time to bath and
crash, like my last blog fucking cunt did, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone can
find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. SHE
REALLY FOUND ME FOLKS, AND I AM NOT SAYING ''BOO'' ABOUT THIS; PUN
CITY AND FUN CITY?
DID
SOMEONE JUST GO
'WOW'?
APRIL
4, 2014,
FRIDAY
FOOD PUKE MORNING AT 7:48,
HERE
IN PHA, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 64 DEGREES FNHT.
THEY
CANNOT TAKE AWAY MY COOL NIGHT, SO FUCK ALL OF YOU ROTTEN OTAMMITES;
FROM HEREDAHELDA!!!!!!!!
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Following
me, and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I
look for blank VHS video tapes there, is just one of a trillion parts
of this wild game called GTNOTG. It is extremely complex, yet
President P of R understands the very basic principle that makes it
all work. I just wish the two of my pals would somehow miraculously
whisk me away from here in the middle of some dark misty ass night.
They only think they know the full story of this awesome teen queen
almighty powerful GODDESS.
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!!!!!! Yeah, you're learning the powers of
hyperspace, Patrick Jane, slowly but surely. Still, the world where
you sacrificed the show to save a world that continued from the
antique shop almost two years back, that was a place I'll admit that
I would proud and honored to know all of you. I admire heroes and
sacrifice, but at least I got to keep my second fave television show,
upped only by L&O, the greatest show in town, with or without the
verbal permissions or approvals of two named persons, such as Mashell
Daniels, and David Roth. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!
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