Well
it is hot and humid here, but them this also is par for the course,
as dear old late MOM would have said it so well. Last week was
another bad one, but again, nothing is new here, same old same old,
AKA “SOSO-WEIN?” On top of this, tapes jammed and broke into two
different VCR video machines, I had major problems with my car radio
system, and just this morning had to remake yet another
car-copy-cassette, so I can hear my music in the car. If I had a cunt
swallowing quarter for every tape last week, that fucked up and or
broke, I would probably have a nice paper photograph of old old
boss's great grandfather's Uncle, Ulysses S. Grant. I don't remember
the last time I saw twenty bucks, maybe a couple of lifetimes ago,
MAYBE.
APRIL
5, 2014,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:47,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
The
world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of
things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey,
it all becomes filled with static and chaos allover again. All things
so far in eight plus years of these blogs, pertaining to the religion
for the third millennium, or Morianity; every so often, will begin
to reflect a pretty dam good basic structure, as to most of the
possible mechanics behind all of the ''Y'S'' that lay behind it all.
Then I relax with the television, some educational television that
is, documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network,
Science Channel, or History Channel, last night or early this
morning, being a prime and perfect example. I have come to firmly
believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burr back in middle 1983
somewhere; has two very different parameters of force that is and
always has, ruined and wrecked any chance for me to have any normalcy
or happiness whatsoever, no matter what the cost may need to be for
these plotters, to continuously stalk me and in an unfathomably
unrelenting way, keep me down and out and about as close to death
without actually dying, as would be humanly imaginable, even taxing
the great 'imaginations' of the greatest fiction writers of the past
90 years or so! I also do not totally believe that one of these
forces needs to be in league with the other one, nor do they have to
operate in any way whatsoever that would be considered dependent on
each other, and along this line. This much I have come to learn in
the past 24 hours, just from a couple hours of viewing some
educational television. Learning small things that many of you would
totally mock and laugh at, such as an employee of NASA, or the extra
lettered twin of a sort, of the Snowed-In Agency of never saying
anything, having the name of Donna Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra
coincidence possibilities for me, yet I haven't started to talk. I
also learned that a hacker who broke into the NASA system files in
the beginning of this great third millennium, was named Gary
McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles on this
one, Gary as in both Star Trek episodes, “Mission Earth” all
about NASA, with Gary-7, and then the earlier episode in 1966 with
Gary Mitchell, who developed the same eyes that my 2010-2011 local
pal had, call them glare eyes, but they are the same. Then the show
following this one was more than a game changer for me. I know very
little about cults, but I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O”
gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that
in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and
difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television
shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest
one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade
Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world
events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me
than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode
about the cult they named ''Systemotics''. No one can prove it, but a
child of mental moron status can see through this clever alteration.
Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any time ever for that
matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many
consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for reasons that should
become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or
Scientology, and along these lines, now when I hear established
people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type things, that is when I can
relate personally. Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are
there for a seeker and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings.
To me, this is real power, when they sdo not care who comes, or who
goes, as they are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of
this blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound
recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally
can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you
have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a
comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two
statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present
day global culture and concepts with religions and cults,
Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9
centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system
world wide, as it went from cult to the roman Catholic church, which
today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic
AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be
feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over.
Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and
close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret
cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you
targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be
totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever
work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and
hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not
as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one
of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the
hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for
reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to
imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on
this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that
all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF
PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a
higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always
doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog
also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps
reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is
part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others
listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare
to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf
and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it,
but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still
just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with
this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in
Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first
third of July, back in 1970.
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks
to teen-queen SJK.
Folks,
one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet can be found with one
little click of a mouse, on the link I now supply with you, below, so
enjoy it. There is more happening in the combined imaginations of
Mister Horatio and Mister Shakespeare, in their wildest dreams.
FOLKS,
THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL.
IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG.
OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE
UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON
WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE, OR
JUST THE 'SPIRIT-WORLD'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day! All
odds are that you will have a pretty good one, unless you have a
major powerful cult against you, then peeps, YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF INTO
SOME REAL MOTHER FUCKING TROUBLES, and if I were you, I would not
even think about offspring.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to
die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have
quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the
uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away
from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE EQUIVALENT NUMBER
*****25,770*****
One
blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents
of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my
great kid has; W—O—W!
O—H
*** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY
OBLITERATE EVERYTHING.
If
you have read or even gleamed over the past nearly hundred months of
MORIANITY BLOGS, and cannot see this incredible shit, I in all truth
and honesty can say to you that I FEEL SORRIER FOR YOU THAN I DO FOR
MYSELF. Why live, dead? If you cannot see all of this, you are dead.
I do not envy dead people like I did back in 1986 when I would enter
New Jersey cemeteries, and scream at all of them, how lucky they all
are in there. I learned my lesson on doing things such as this, and
even relieving my bladder tensions, right at folks' final resting
sites.
YES
SIR, I AM SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY
KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”,
Yes
the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses
Marola, 1969,
and so much more; No
I do not keep track any more;
not
of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who
needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????
Cut
me a big ass break, world!!!!
l
am merely saying that I know what is going on, and I am not saying,
that this gives me a whole lot of dam power over it so that I can
prevent a lot of this. Think about it seriously for a second. If I
have the entire ESS against me, what can one person who knows how to
become a
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
do
to stop all of this? Any guru or mystic or know-it-all or whatever
out here, who says differently, is a fool, a liar, or needs serious
amounts of personal couch time, in their own lives. Now that I do
know, that still is all that I know,
GET
THAT???
I
would rather move forward and worry more about what the GUESTS in my
universe are up to today and tomorrow,
and
stop playing endless super sleuth with shit done by them in the past.
I may very well be totally stuck with these GUESTS, continually
CROSSING
OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol
Mason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID
I SAY 52 PERCENT?
I
WOULD KILL TO BE BACK ANYWHERE NEAR 52% MPB, YO YO YO YO!!!!
I now am closer to 98% somewhere, in this shitty 2014. So
really, why does the BLOGGER
WEBSITE
post up the very same pasted in copyright page on my songs downloaded
into my document files from the Library of Congress, showing the dude
from Disney examining my music, while the WORDPRESS
WEBSITE
does not post it up in that way? It is the very same paste up, from
the very same page downloaded from the one and only Copyright Office,
Mister MICROSUCKS
LIGHT-BULB
LATTISAW
JACK HACK ATTACK BLACK HAT CRACK????
So
tell me, YO, just exactly what would these ding-a-lings do, if they
could not screw with me 24-7; old chum, Bob McDowell, of the great
Federal Communications Commission???????
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE
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THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over a year now, come March twenty-ninth; and you found me.
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN
SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND
PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE
HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it
in MC's OHM-9 great movie, let's explore this further. Folks, I can
tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP's
Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That,
as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole
lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present
second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything,
you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is.
Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely
organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute
and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew
into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the
mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey;
I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on
Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that
psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to
collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the
crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was
LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to
people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total
''NO-NO'' things to be found out. The difference with me on all of
this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This
entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of
each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I
could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just
look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in
his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time
Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final
paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key
into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret
worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved,
maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful
super daughter MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about, I
promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on
earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something,
folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by
observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and
is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual
good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps,
they head scratch and say, “say what, what's being said buttwipe
Mountainpen''? Well, there is still hope for those who have
miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I
hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done
just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from
Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you'd hear that
coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well
I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the
retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I
was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra
anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
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