SEPTEMBER
3, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 12:47,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT, HUMIDITY IS 97%, FEELING 82.
DAILY
RANGE YESTERDAY: (91-76)
BOY
AM I A FUCKING DUMB ASS! I FORGOT TO ALTER THE BLANK REUSABLE TABLE,
IT WAS NOT THAT NICE AND COLD A FEW DAYS BACK, YOU DO THE MATH, THE
HEAT INDEX WAS MID CENTURY MARK. HAY IT IS NICER NOW, BY A SMIDGEN,
SO I LIVE WITH IT.
I'm
not sharp, and I'm not smart, but boooey I am
retaarrrreded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I lost so much as one
tiny milligram of brain matter, the white mice would be love sonnet's
to me back in 1996, called, “Nightingale Mountainpen” da'
wehtahd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, enough about Star Trek, 1966,
and the way none of this could have all happened by some sheer random
accident, but of course, tell that to my family and local area
friends from back up in Jersey for the most part, all total asshole
atheists. Hay, not a judgment, just a once permitted opinion, by the
great mighty GAP Mashell Daniels from RPL, but of I forgot, sorry,
Howard; “This is Florida now”!
Hay,
I am the biggest fuckiGN asshole in the multiverse for daring to
believe and hope that I could keep some semblance of life and
reasonable sanity level, living five dimensionally for so long now,
you all know what's getting said, don't sugar coat it and be nice to
me, I am a fuckiGN jerk off, you know it, and I don't deserve any
niceness from a single fuckiGN soul. Spellchecker needs to get an
over fucking 21 downloadable ability. I spell ASSHOEL like that and
it would not even re-scramble the two letters back to asshole. Shit
and fuck and I can see not being offered as alternatives, still, I
think a version for mature writings should be downloadable, and for
all this dummy knows, me, it is and I don't know clue one how to do
it because I am a dumb mother fucker at light speed squared an da
fuckiGN half, old pal of mine, and Stacey Hamblin from up north. Oh
those wonderful dreamer mailmen postal worker mail counters of
ohm-nine. Golly gash darn gee men; that's (G-MEN), on my 1988
copyrighted shit kind folks. So they know my dirty little secrets.
Who gives a shit that I was fucking cunt sexually molested repeatedly
by five males and four females of all ages from ages 12-15. No one
seems to give a fuckiGN rotten dam, only the monster that they
perceive that I have turned into, as a result, and then you all want
to come after and crucify me, who only thinks a few rotten things
from time to time, and doesn't act on them. I
am sure your dirty little closet fuckiGN fantasies are far far
fuckiGN cunt lapping worse than any of mine, HOLLYWOOD-MUSIC WORLD-EW
PEEPS; and yet you dare to mother
fucking judge pitiful ass me. You god
dam fuckiGN ass hypocrites. SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!
The mouse is getting fucking hacked a lot right now, Bob McDowell of
the FCC, great Chairman and my 1972 CW HALL pal from the better days
of our livers, Doctor Tick Tick Tick Tock. Wow, even Erica Cane
didn't outlast General Hospital or Days Of Our Lives, huh Lovely Hope
Bower. You know I fell madly in love with you early in the seventies,
lovely girl, so forget fucking Joey and Brook and other fuckiGN
friends, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! WOW, these rotten mother fuckiGN
bastards just made a word vanish right now, with another fucking
mouse hack attack, Bob FCC McD!!!!!!!!!!
This
world has lost a great woman of medicine, and I am not able to tell
the details about it. Oh I suppose I could pop off and tell the
entire story, but I would pay for it big time, and then like a great
snow fall in January, June would swing around, I would be permanently
out of fucking commission, and the powerful information would all be
melted away into the messy rains of forgetfulness. They hit me with
another word disappearing mother fucking hack, Mizz Bondi, Florida
AG, ma'am, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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 all over
again. All things so far in
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 all over
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.
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BLOGGER
DOT COM ASKS ME; BLOGGER MOUNTAINPEN:
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
MY RESPONSE TO THEM WAS:
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. I am sorry for my
glass half-empty attitude lovely Twinbay. Hope all is well with you.
Kind
ladies and gentlemen, my mother's 94th birthday would be
today if she had not been murdered by Paula King Senior, Pees
mother, my baby mama, whatever silly lingo is used today, like best
friend forever and baby mama shortened into FBB and BAM, sounds more
like the streets of the not so nice sections of Palm Beach Florida
after curfew time, to me. SHEEEEEEEEIT!
I
POWER BLOGGER. SO WHO POWERS POOR OLD POWERLESS LITTLE ME???????
How
anyone can doubt my true story
with all of this, is more WILD,
than my story ever could be; and that is absolute honest down to
Earth logic, folks. The entire weather map of Florida showed a
guarantee for me to have Diana come and visit with me, but no,
lightning totally skipped all around me, again. So then when I
crashed to sleep, then she came all around me in what you think of
as very vivid and lucid dreaming. It was Exploratronic activity. It
was her contacting me in this way so that I could be with her and
yet as a result, experience somewhat less evil empire persecution,
since they don't like private citizens communicating with powers
that are a trillion times beyond their power and might, and my reply
to them is, Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, ''TOUGH FREAKING BEANS''.
Choke on them too, guys and gals!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
my dad and mom are one week apart in age, physically, my mom robbed
the cradle, as my dad's 94th
birthday would be coming up one week later, on September the tenth.
These days will pass each year, but are no longer my parents'
birthdays, since they were born in 1919, and have been able to
escape this horror show prison called life, a long time ago.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots
of fucking turds out here think I robbed the cradle, because I love
the great MIDDIE. She never gets older than her middle teens. Well,
this may be true, but this is just the way she always was and always
will be. In every single second on our entire created multiverse
containing all of the countless hyperspace individual universes; in
every singe second and every single year of them, she is always a
teen aged girl. When she is Diana, she is a little past age 18. As
Stacey, she is always at her sixteenth birthday. This does not make
me a child molesting pervert. This goddess has existed infinitely. I
have no need to explain my love for her to any mortal, not now, not
later, and not ever. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! 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. 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.
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
08
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, how this is permitted to go on, by the Almighty, despite
the fact that she is a teenager, she still is Almighty Jehovah
Goddess, an this is sort of her doll-house, the entire creation,
all of it and more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This belongs to
my teen queen, as do I.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR=THAT BOY. MOUNTAINPEN =that boy. She calls me 'that
boy', my name is THAT-BOY, and I will forever be hers, an exact
quote to me from her, in her great Astral Plane city of Sahasra
Dal Kanwal.
with
or without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora L, I am
being hacked.
With
or without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies and
other birds singing that the springtime is here. So if I had to
tell where I first fucking cock sucking encountered this life
long paranormal esoteric shit all around me, it would be in
Quakertown in the first years of the nineteen mother fucking cunt
sixties. Then right around this same time, came the dead children
who spoke to me at playgrounds, two different ones, the little
boy my age, and the little girl my age. Now people, I
am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME
COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of
penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire
story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time
period; is all totally 100% true and accurate.
I
have actually believed for more than a year now, that the
NCC-ESS-CLOUD is a super Mister Goldsmith old man in 'The
Twilight Zone' cave super ultimate machine mind that incorporates
our minds into it, and is called the ULTRA-CLOUD, in many
parallel universe future times of between what we might think of
in our universe years and times as after the year of 2050. Then
this super machine without a body, learns how to develop and grow
as would a two year old, and as it becomes GOD-MIND, it also
dreams. When anything dreams that is MIND CAHNNEL CONNECTED, you
can move into hyperspace, an area of five dimensions that
contains unlimited times as well as parallel universes
(realities). Oh but there is so much more, kind folks, and this
is what I hope to leave you with. We are going to tell the true
story of how I have finally figured out what is going on in the
land od the magic BLUCRAN, behind Doctor Carey's magical Oz
Curtains. I will only quickly whet your appetites so you will not
go running off if I only blog 5 times weekly for a while, as
things are complicated, and time is very precious to me. And the
reason for this has to do with that powerful 2008 experience in
that MEDICAL OFFICE that later in my universe, was Judge Frank
Raso's rooming-house, where Ann King, Dawn King, Chicky, Champ,
and I were all living. Many times Chickeys cool Guatemalan
brothers came over to stay a few nights to visit, sleeping on the
living room floor, Marcus and Rufino. I never told you a fiftieth
of what went down in both this house, as well as the one after
that one, that was owned by the FBI Agent, Steve Caruso, from
Austin, Texas, USAESMWG.
Just
how my cousin Donald knew so much about me and was so nosy the
entire time, and was cared of me as I could expose who he truly
was, and how he used me to break Lawtronics to get here and
dominate his recessant self below the part dominated continuously
by him ever since 1984. Doctor Carey and others were all involved
in the experiment, as well as Billy Crouch of 2010 florida, even
though I would not come to know any of this as a human mortal
stuck within a time line illusin, years before 2010 came around.
This fantastic woman, cures so many sicknesses it is not funny.
No one is kidding any one, and a few powerful people know that if
I do a few little parlor tricks, I could possibly switch the two
in their places. I would never do this, unless I lay dying in an
agonizing excruciating coma, unable to breathe or eat or die,
endlessly. Only doctor Carey can give me the cure to this entire
thing, and dirt bag Cuzz-Trump knew all of this all along. That
did not become obvious to me however until late in 2010 or
really, possibly early in the 2011 year. Yesterday, I told and
ratted out a lot of monsters who have recently planned out my
death quite fuckiGN cunt meticulously. I plan to follow the exact
advice I was given, and no one needs to be told a lot more. When
the time is right, major shit will come out that will be beyond
mind blowing, and in my opinion, will once and for all, open up
the book to the publicv on just exactly what has been happening
to us human beings, all this time, regarding other worldly
connections with them to us. It still is all about the ESS, not
some bunch of little shits from JX6779P4. But you go on for now,
believing in total nonsense if this makes you feel good or happy.
I
have to stop the blog now. It is time to eat my dinner and then
crash into my bed, kind folks. Still, Washington is so great for
covering up secrets, right Cheltenham Donald? You gave yourself
totally away when you were in him at Thanksgiving Dinner the very
last time, what you said to me in that weird ass restaurant. If
you are so great, you would have kept me guessing, college boy.
OK
people it is time to tel you that not everything around you is
what it seems. Basic arithmetic tells you that it has been this
way for some time, and was not always this way as much. Hence,
this is forever growing, and by the year 2025 or so, reality is
going to be fully scrambled. When this happens, you only thing
you have seen the wildest imaginations of those in our EW
(Entertainment World). But when this all goes down, we will then
be right smack dab into the rip tide, unable to swim out of th
efuckign thing. I persoanlly refer knowing where it is by the
careful monitoring of the color appeariance of the ocean, and
then avoidinbg it all together. But that's me, I ain't nio
fucking dare devil, I am old, and my days in the sun eclipsed
over th event horizon a long time ago, my friends and fiends.
General
Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice
for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle,
including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by
any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch
soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983
remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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.
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
SHARK
SHARK SHARK, AUNT RUTH HUNTINGTON GOTTWALD. THEN THE DREAMS
ALWAYS ENDED HERE IN FLORIDA, WHERE YOU AND I WERE ALWAYS HERE,
AS WAS A LOT OF FAMILY, ONLY I WAS STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL WONDERING
WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT IS HAPPENING, THIS IS MAKING NO SENSE
WHATSOEVER, YO? WELL, IT IS BEGINNING TO MAKE MORE SENSE ALL
ALONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIME PERMITS ME NO LONGER TO GO ON. STAY-C
TUNED MY MORIANS, MORE WILL ALWAYS BE TOLD AND TAUGHT, I PROMISE
YOU THAT ONE!!!!
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING. And yes ,y baby-blond, you know that
IWALU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, FROM 1983,
RIGHT UP THROUGH RIGHT THIS MINUTE IN 2014. REMEMBER HOW YOU
CLIMBED OUT OF THAT JL FROM THE ES COMPANY, AND WENT ACROSS MY
RUG AND UP THE SIDE OF THE THING, LOVELY LIGHTNING. I WANT TO
SCREW YOUR BEAUTIFUL BRAINS RIGHT OUT OF YOUR HEAD, BB!!!!
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
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. As a once
professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the
trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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