MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
012
The
rules to the great GTNOTG GAME have significantly altered several
times over the past thirty years of this nightmare, since I was
choked to death in some kind of super mother fucking illusion, as
really, I was poisoned a week or so before in late May of 1983,
before the fourth of cunt lapping June ever came around, all the
symptoms were carbon monoxide, only why did I take it and not my mom,
unless my mom secretly did this, left the house, and came back to
find me deader than a Microsucks Lightbulb Persecution? Numerous wet
surrounding hyperspace towels tell all sorts of stories, from my
deviant sexual behavior as many love to call it and is total
bullshit, as golden showers to me that are fully within acceptable
sex acts, I wouldn't want any part of in a million years, dumb ass
Lizzy-94, still, that is why you never were called back for service;
as if you don't want to please me; I have no reason to pay you more
money. Still, I know that one particular set of universes caused me
to get very ill from this type of behavior, over at the now Coryell
Medical Research Institute of Camden, New Jersey in 1982, and that
secretly, not only was cancer being researched, but this is where the
virus was actually created that weakened human immune systems
permanently, and got an official name early in 1983 that most became
aware of, AIDS. Due to all the parallel universe criss-crossing
effects, I also died many deaths here and al over the place, and due
to this weird life cycle of trying to FIX-THE-SARAH-PROBLEM that I
have been in for around ten thousand total years now; somehow a lot
of unexplainable things all began happening in ways like never before
throughout the fucking history of humankind, to my knowledge. None of
this is what I really am trying to begin my point with, merely shit
that all surrounds it in ways that is just about impossible to
eliminate making mention of, so here it all is in all of its reared
ugliness and disgust. When the shit after middle 1986 took hold,
three years after the chocking witchcraft handkerchief deal, as I
referred to this as in all seriousness, for quite some fucking time;
the enemy seemed to be vulnerable to my telling and exposing what
they would do to me. It became a daily mother fuckiGN war, literally,
to see if I would succeed or fail at telling someone something, so as
to expose something. When I failed, the DOW JONES shot way up. This
happened three out of four times. The one in four times that I cunt
eating lucked out on, I would at least be able to tell somebody
something, and then that day, the DOW JONES fell significantly.
Unbeknown to this ENTIEE FUXCKING WORLD, this is why the Dow Jones
Stock Market went totally nuts from 1986 through 2012, give or take,
but after this time, the rules significantly fucking changed. No
matter how much I blog and tell things, the STOCK MARKET GOES UP UP
UP UP EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY. Today, they poured on some
morning noise when it was down, as you will see on the posted chart,
and then the persecution shot it way up. Now in the past, a little
bit of shit did not do this, the rules have most definitely mother
fucking altered. I have so little now, no peace of mind, none of my
old possessions, none of my old life, as it was all taken away from
me by quintessential scoundrels straight from fuckiGN hell itself,
and now, I am down so mother fucking cunt eating low folks; that any
small shit any day, and fucking ass B-O-O-M,
UP SHE FLIES AGAIN.
This was not the case until just a couple of years ago when slut shit
Jessica up the road, fired me that March fuckiGN morning, from my
Harvest fucking job! This was a major total fucking GAME CHANGER for
me, and I honestly do not know why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't need
their fuckiGN job, and can live just fine on my Social Security
Disability. I don't fuckiGN want a fucking thing, and to me the world
sucks and can go straight to fucking hell. They have nothing I want,
except for what I wanted at the institute that day, and can never
ever get any, to this fucking day, and this is about as mother
fuckiGN supernatural as anything can get in this entire mother
fuckiGN universe, because on top of this PROBLEM, DOCTOR-84, is your
problem, and it all seems to fit together in numerous ways that the
odds are beyond unfathomable for even me to believe in, only I have
to believe in it all, as I am living inside of this nightmare fuckiGN
cunt ass life, and cannot deny the realities of it all surrounding
me. Dawn King said it way too fuckiGN cunt perfectly in OHM-8 and
OHM-9, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”!
Now
it is not just the shit with my mysterious chocking illness since age
fucking twenty-eight, but how my two jobs before I was that age,
played into it in ways no one living through the fucking shit could
possibly deny in a million Bob Cheatley Patterson Police Barracks
Hyperspace fuckiGN years. Boy are they hitting that (FUCKIGN HACK,
Mister McDowell, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
the start of my second decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE MOHR,
or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing me
the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games
containing playfield after playfield, of nothing short of my mother
fucking life inside of this total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL;
with or without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies
and other birds singing that the springtime is here. Things run in
BRIPERS, known on the fucking ASTRAL-PLANE, mortally known as a score
of time or twenty years, and there is a lot to be said about this
quarter life generation. If 19 year old men and women had all
conceived or better said, made a child; that is what this would be, a
QG or quarter-generation. Also, biblically it separates a promise of
long life and prosperity by an otherwise shorten ten year period of
70 verses 80 years, I promise you, it is in the Holy Bible, just in
case anybody still gives a shit. So a biblical generation has an
actual triple meaning, as two score or four decades of time is also
in certain passages, known as a generation. In some parallel
universes, a terrible third war like the last two huge ones, only
worse; is only four years away; and also is predicted in the long
generation, those reserved for the 'good' who do their best to follow
the laws of the 'god of the bible'. The actual passage reads that the
reestablished Israel will exist in a generation that will not pass
completely away until this so-called great war, that is called
biblically; Armageddon. In the year of 1948, Israel was indeed
reestablished. Adding two of the three biblical generation time
periods to 1948, the 40 and the 70, we are safely past this time now,
and have been since 2008 came and went with only the bad-70 causing
the economic global (so-called) disaster. But the final possible
period of the good-80-year generation brings the Armageddon War to
the year of 2018, four more years to go, no politicians need apply!
This is of course as with all things, a fifth dimensional system, and
thus, this horrific war is not something that must occur in the year
of 2018, but it very well could, and with a biblical foundation.
Many
things are happening, but these blogs right now at this time point,
really honestly don't give a fuckiGN shit. I am too busy fighting
rule
changes
in this stinking rotten SSJK
GTNOTG GAME,
computer
hacking,
endless
persecution,
and Type-3-Exploratrons,
that are all sort of commingled and interconnected; ain't no Miss
fucking Chillie-601 doubt about it; GAP
US © Office of 1982!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mow
I need some filler lines, or else Jane Witch-Bitch will kick my
fucking ass, with her ones-assault on me, a 21+ year nightmare I have
endured from her now!
HEAR
ME NOW ON MY MIND VOICE PRINT,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----STOP!
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Some mother fucking hacker
just fucked up my document, so I have to retype it here. I said
that some things and some stories are just so fucking ugly, no
matter how you try and flower it up, it cannot be sugar coated one
bit. Some even actually make that wild dreaming interaction of
about two weeks ago where my younger daughter kicked the crap out
of Ann King's granddaughter Gemma, look like a friendly hippie
flower power walk in the park. This may be a bit hard to believe
folks, but it is the total truth, so help me I totally swear. All
that I can say right now is that I literally thank the gods and
the goddesses, that MORIANITY will have its necessary time to
grow, as did Christianity, an entire third AD millennium!
Morianity
has a millennium to grow now too.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Naturally this is just
MY PERSONAL OPINION. But then folks, the GAP Mashell Daniels gave
me these props, and she didn't fucking have to do that. I have
since learned that nobody ever has to do anything with me, other
than enjoy making every second of my hell sub vampiric existence
as rotten as they can, and yes, LAUGH at the same time. More
fucking doors and noises are starting up now this late morning.
Folks,
playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I
have come to do on my blog,
is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to
fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and
off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you
that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the
truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist
Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to
interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not
even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the
next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a
parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you
bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a
thousand super ass heroes. A
BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W
is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking
Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super
annoying hack, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK),
one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS,
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal
and sir; the 'FUCKIGN' hack is powerful as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over,
and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio??????????
Now the shouting and door
banging is starting to get nasty on this fuckiGN FRIDAY-FOOD PUKE
DAY. SOSO.
Still my project continues
endlessly along.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Dangerous Thunderstorm Alerts (DTAs)
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GAGA
CAT has been asked why lots of shit is happening. Soon, I will blow
your mind with major Q&A Gawnum information.
Things
in five dimensions are a bit more complex than in three, and yet, in
some ways they are beyond simple. When you are in control and
dominant over a mass object with your transdimensional energy, you
can cause something major to happen back in the world where you're
awake in, and yet when the shit hits the fan with your double
(doppelganger), you just fade away and flash across hyperspace back
to home, in your bed. A man told me a while ago in school, that
everything is all right here, and there is no need to travel into
space. He was right. If he had said no need to travel into
hyperspace, well, he'd have been wrong, and we could do it like the
cool chick in the 1980 hair shampoo commercial, but why bother; and
furthermore; you can Put
''THAT''
on
your blackboard; David
Leigh Smith,
back at Haddonfield, NJ, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!! So freaking
W—O—W!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE
GODS;
DOES
ETERNAL
LIFE
SUCK!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES JUST AS SOON AS I PASTE THIS FUCKING
BULLSHIT INTO MY BLOG, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
2006-2014,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
How
I love you, Diana. You will always belong to me, LIGHTNING. Come down
for me soon and take me forever away with you, lovely
electron!!!!!!!!!!657 and 123, codes we share so secretly!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE
28, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 4:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
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LATER TODAY.
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