I
just came out of some quite fucking wild dreaming experiences, peeps.
All you need to know is that it was major, and localized, yet quite
different as it always is, with me, with you, and you all have been
told why, but I know that very few really get it. Soon, I will be
dead and gone, and my job is over. Praise the Goddess Middie,
(Mother-Daughter-Electron), you might see this reversed in forward
mortal, where the world appears flat and the sun appears to go around
the planet; as Father-Son-Holy Spirit. Hay, whatever floats your
mother fucking boats, kind folks.
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WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:19,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 78%,CONDITIONS ARE OVERCAST
SUPER
WEATHER, NOT BRIGHT, NOT HOT, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
OK
Mister King, so I may not be on par or close to it, with
18
CLEVER GIRLS, or
Jim's friend and inventor, Zvonko; with time tablets, and the
creation of digital audio. I
may not be the true inventor of break dancing,
as my old ex pal Billy Harner was, but I am doing my very best to be
me, and not drive all around the streets of Camden, New Jersey on
late summer nights back in 1987, displaying my bumper sticker to all
the ho's and bitches. Http://www.billyharner.com/
you rotten light bulb hacking Microsucks Corporation of slave-makers
and Biblical Prophecies Come True (BPCT) You know the big laugh here,
is that the mission of the ESS is to make my life as MARK WAYNE MOHR
obscure and isolated, as though I do not exist. Well, click here and
examine how even though my name is not seen, Studio Park Records is
there, and so are many things, and then if you contact the U.S. ©
Office, and ask them for information on who owns the copyrights to
the book, “The Permission Barrier”, it will show me as sole
creator and author and copyright claimant. In this book, in 1994,
Studio Park Records is talked about, and is created, and is owned by
the American Express recognized Dowd's of the Star Trekking
multiverse, Mister Goldsmith Doppelganger of Elder Hair of Utah; who
without his help, Morianity would not exist in the way that it does
today, PRAISE BE; so this verifies that not only am I in all of this
and the creator of it all, but that indeed, SOMETHING OUT IN THE REAL
WORLD THERE SOMEWHERE, IS KEEPING ME INTENTIONALLY DOWN AND COVERED
UP, AND ENDLESSLY INVISIBLE. Maybe I should have been there to help
my dad and jis pal Professor Einstein, at the Philadelphia Shipyard,
with their great experimentation with the Naval Vessel Battleship
Eldridge, back late in the forties somewhere. Bear in mind the
powerful fucking hyperspace effects here. My dad never would have
been there if not for learning he was not a Martin, but was a Mohr.
The big huge family closet of Toledo, Ohio, opened up when he was
sixteen years old, forcing him to leave town in shame, because he
learned that his real father, had a mother who had a father who had a
mother from Johannesburg and as father from Lisbon. This is why he
got his granny to sign a permission sheet for his joining up with the
Merchant Marines, and he left town in humiliation and shame, as in
those days, Mashell Daniels, IRC was B-A-D. That was all I was trying
to tell you back in 1980, sweetie. I said it makes for problems, and
isn't the fuckiGN world filled with enough of these things already,
but if you want to do something, that's cool with me. Being fifth
generation down, I am whitest of the possible six generation skip,
but my oldest child genetically turns the cycle back again. Maybe
this is what Sarah Nurockey was hoping I would hear while I walked by
that day in July of 1969, on Tennessee Avenue, while she and her
friend were playing on the street near the beach tunnel, at the foot
of the boardwalk on-ramp. Who can ever know, copyrighted breath
echos?
If
this world doesn't totally suck, I'll die and retrace myself again,
and maybe my likeness will be wondered about. People are so blind.
The forest, the trees, come on fucking Jason, where is your fantastic
so-called twenty-twenty fucking cunt lapping vision, dude?
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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COURTESY
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Holy
Moly's good hot gravy; I am really proud of you, and happy for you
PP. Keep it going. I am behind you all the way, my pal, and I hope
someday you can forgive this poor old fat slob retard ex partner of
yours, great dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not
one thing ON PLANET FUCKING CUNT EARTH, remains one tiny whittle ass
bit mysterious, when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS,
GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
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'BUT',
whatever you or I ever do; SARAH
KRASSLE
knows
every single thing about it. Count on THAT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, all the mysteriousness of shit is gone, when you put on your new
exploratronic glasses. Even unexplainable things like KABOOM,
Mister Clancy and
Mister
David
Leigh Smith, back
in the autumn of 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
Sir
ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH,
PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;
GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA,
MY GORGEOUS QUEENA, YO;
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. But you assholes just
won't ever believe a mother fucking thing I tell you,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
hacking is starting up, FCC, Bob McDowell, the computer froze up when
I tried to fuckiGN cunt paste in the stock market fuckiGN chart,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now, as you can also see, my
('FCKIGN'-HACK) is back as well, old FCC buddy from 1972,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now my (DISAPPEARING
FUCKING HACK), WOW THEY ARE FUCKING COCK SUCKING ON ME NOW, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING COMMISSION, I NEED SO ME FUCKING
HELP, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP
ME ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI!
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So
where is this going to take us all today, you're wondering, huh?
Well, I'll be freaking telling all of ya, Telly Lollypops, so who
the fuck loves you BRO??????????????????? It is going to take us to
where I tell you that I plan to prove this plot to make me disappear
and invisible, and that it connects right into another government
invisibility secret covert event before I was born, but involving my
notorious naval father. I am going to tell how the U.S. Navy lost
his paperwork, and how he went from Lieutenant Commander down to an
ordinary seaman, on paper. This is why he never got a decent pension
from the NAVY as well, back in time. But oh the gods,the fuckiGN
plot thickens and thickens, and unlike chemtrail blogging errors, it
doesn't chicken. A child who can read my early blogs and not see the
effect this all had on my own daughter, is blind as a bat and
heading for the Golden Gate Bridge with two humpback whales on their
shoulders, KIRK, you worthless mother fucker. But don't feel bad as
Sharon Payne used to tell me back in 1968, at Haddon Township High
School, YO, I did my time in the HOUSE OF 65 MIDDLE ROAD HORRORS,
without any help from cross-dressers, homicide dressers, or lovely
residents of New Jersey and New York, Archie Bunker; and THAT, I
suppose is my pernt for today, BRO!
The
ESS is powerful and something connected to all of it had to be
covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to
bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014 and from the past
few years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Now if any of this computer shit
was really real, I would get an e-mail from the great Razzy, asking
me to explain just how exploratrons manage to cross
hyperspace in a dream-flash, as they are energy, not mass. Your
thoughts and your memories are pure energy, not matter that can be
picked up and held in your hand.
Mass
or matter, such as us awake in physical bodies, is heavy. This is
why it gets heavier in a 'G' force, the faster it pushes away from
itself, or travels; and reaches a speed limit where time would
freeze if it went any faster,
or really; got heavier, as the truth that we all are in a huge void
and time is pure illusion; would be what actually kicks in, and is
all the real true honest reason WHY E=MC SQ. Frankly,
congressman, I don't even 'Long River Blues' care, what any
twenty-first century scientific cave age days community peeps think
they know; because I DO MOTHER FUCKING KNOW the truth about the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!
What eludes me and I'll admit it, is why they came right and showed
me how the cable company and thus the entertainment world, is all
part of this, with that wild dreaming experience with the letter to
the Comcast Office or whatever it was, that I was supposed to take
there.
In
a parallel universe, my daughter told me an amazing thing before I
woke up here a few hours ago. I wouldn't dare tell this right now,
to quote my late friend mister Roth, I am not strong enough right
now to fight these peeps in this family. Ever notice folks, how some
advice is like bars and bars of pure gold. The vast majority of
advice is as worthless as bad breath, but some of it here and there,
WO, to quote billy Harner, need I say more here, mister Strait,
YO??????????????
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MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT
This
fella is MOST DEFINATELY 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 guards and bar tenders stealing into
the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. 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.
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by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
YES,
I AM TOTALLY FOR REAL, BUT NEVER EVER AM I FOR TOM REALE, BACK IN
1970, WHO SEXUALLY MOLESTED ME AT AGE FIFTEEN,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
