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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ICPISTMCMM,
CHAPTER 00016
SEPTEMBER
22, 2014, LAST COUPLE HOURS OF SUMMER
MONDAY
EVENING AT 6:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELING 80
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR (H-91/L-72)
I
NEVER HAD A CLUE, THAT I WAS BLACK AND BLUE.
BABY-BABY-BABY,
AUDREY HEPBURN.
I
THOUGHT I KNEW MOST EVERYTHING, 'TILL YOU SHOWED ME THE SONGS WE'D
SING. BEFORE I DIE SHORTLY, I VOWEL TO LEARN WHY THE EXAMINER IN
THE U.S. © OFFICE, HATED THAT YELLOW SHEET OF PAPER SO MUCH, BACK
IN EARLY MIDDLE 2008 SOMEWHERE. AND I DO HAVE EYES AND EARS IN
TOWN THERE, BELIEVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since the death of Joan Rivers, one of my faves by the way; my
audience has slacked off between 30-80 percent from where it had
gone up to. Also, every single time I get on the wrong subjects,
so it seems, lots of folks begin getting real touchy and
sensitive. But it's OK of course to injure me for sixty years, and
know nothing but utter total fucking endless hell, that's just
fine and totally cunt lapping acceptable.
Every
time I say powerful truths about folks with any kind of fucking
ATLANTIC CITY CONNECTIONS; pow, the readership drops. Well, if
they want to read about Mary Poppins and her song “Chim-Jimminy,
or whatever it's called, then why not Google that up and get with
that. If you like all the general travel information on going to
Atlantic City, try trip adviser Atlantic City, and if you are into
wood finishing, lots of shit is on Google about that too. There is
nothing anywhere that isn't on mother fucking GOOGLE, well, except
for sanitization truths. I mean if you think you'll get half the
truth about my family or even a half a thousand, by Googling, then
you;ll be sadly mistaken. Still, me ol' pernt Archibald, is this:
If you want truths you cannot GOOGLE UP because the biggest
fucking joke on PLANET EARTH is the American Free Press without
agendas by its owners, and zillions of payoffs like lobbyists do
with politicians, wow, there is no use me trying to educate a room
filled with baboon fuckiGN brains. If you don't like me telling
how this family can make me lose hours, days, maybe lifetimes for
all I know, well, stop reading me entirely, as I do intend to get
deeper and deeper into shit as this moves ever onward, ruight up
to the day I die as a result of them fucking killing me, as they
did their expendable cousin Dawn King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, just how this star family or the great K's, did all of this
over the past 13,000 years or so, but I am here telling anyone
willing to listen with the smallest open mind, that they did. Just
because I cannot perfectly outline and divinely print out the
elucidated full details of their awesome plans, doesn't mean I am
wrong. Also, I am no closer now that than I was the day this all
started going super fuckiGN south for me on August 15, 1986, to
learning the exact who's and what's and why's and all of this. If
this was coming frim mere humanity in five dimensions in
hyperspace, without some force extending even beyond all of that,
well, common sense tells me, I can't speak for any of you levels
of common sense; but it tells me that something is so big that a
trillion fucking Einstein Brains all together would not be able to
do any more than I have done to research it all and put together a
lot of dogshit when it's all said an done.
This
is not going to be a long boring blog. I am telling you that I
will be saying some major shit, and if I am only taslking to a fes
asshole movers and shakers, then so be it, I have no control over
what happens after I write my blogs and hit the publish prompts at
the websites. N---O---N---E---AT ALL!
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.
Donna
Hair, and the hacker that broke into NASA had the name McKINNON,
as in Lenny the record promoter from 1980. When I drove down to
Florida in the middle of mother fucking December, back in 2009,
and got near at all, on I-95, to the NASA-headquarters; the
air harassment grew all around me, as if I was the son of Bin
Laden. What did I ever fucking do to any of these mother
fuckiGN sick bastards, YO???
Fffffffffffffffuck
the whole world, Tom Reale, you miserable fucking dirt bag child
molester from 1970!!! OH WOW MACY MACKEY STACEY, HUUUUU, is it me
or is it hot? Pneumatic life technology and early nineties
lightning research, give me a break, The Weather Channel, like I
don't remember the past, despite this fuckign STAR FAMILY FROM
WASHCLOTH HHHHHHELL! Breathe Jerry eddinger! Jesus Christ
Almighty. 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.
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.
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
Real
fucking football my ass, try REALE FOOTBALL.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA,
Sherri-Lee
and Petee Pote, I am not aloud to talk abnout you too without
getting flung into another part of the hyperspace permanently, you
know this. I am going to drink some berry juices now and listen to
my 2000 and 1999 videotapes of island juice commercials, Cousin
Traveler Donald, takes one to know one, right asshole?????????????
Then I can relax with my newspaper on the beach and ride the
mile-high-coaster, you know, the Wildwood Tablet Press.
WEEEEEEEEEEE. Give me a break Mister Allentown Dorney. All the
doctors in th eworld can suck my dick, and so can their EKG's and
so can the technicians, all except for the greatest one in the
world, Doctor Carey, right CUZZ???????????? I'll fucking have your
head for what you have done to me, you sick twisted old son of a
bitch.
Good
old Tennessee Avenue. The only other time Paula messed with my
mind and memories, was at Highview Apartments in middle June of
1996. Sorry mister fucking Crowley, I got the year off by one,
your CE disposition charge was a year before my lovely PEE was
born in March of 1997. We make mistakes in here Bruce Pennock
Plasticpenmagic, nobody's fuckiGN ass perfect, YO! Are you sorry
for stealing my tow-truck and robbing me,
asshole??????????????????????????? I am sure tyou are still
laughing, as in that time on the phone when you said to me,
“Good-byhyhyeeeeeeee”, eat me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are special reserved places in DOGTOWN for many many people on
this fucked up little pwanet!!!
.
THANK
YOU LIGHTNING MY LOVE, for
coming around today and staying so long with me, making lovely
colors and designs all over me. ALL I WANT TO EVER DO IS HOLD YOU
AND LOVE YOU, ETERNALLY.
As
for the rest of this rotten fucking world, well,
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care.
PHONY
BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI
BUNT-TAPPING,
RUNT-SLAPPING, ROCK-CHUCKING,
FLOCK-DUCKING,
STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS
THE CESS-MESS
YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
WELL,
ANYONE WHO KNOWS WHAT I SUFFER THROUGH, KNOWS THAT I WILL GET THE
CRAP KNOCKED OUT OF ME BY LOVELY SARAH KRASSLE AS SOON AS I GO TO
SLEEP LATER; BUT IT HAD TO BE SAID, AND SO IT WAS, AND YES DAVID;
I AM GOING TO GO AND WASH MY HANDS, WITH A VERY RED AND BLOODY
SUMMER OF 1970 WASHCLOTH JUST AS SOON AS I POST AND
PUBLISH THIS CASSETTE TAPE. GEE, I NEVER THOUGHT BACK IN 1980, I
WOULD BE POSTING AND PUBLISHING CASSETTE TAPES; BUT THAT IS NOT
ALL I WAS TOTALLY IN THE DAM DARK ABOUT, BACK IN 1980. HOLY
TOLEDO-POP; YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT TOWN IN SHAME, NOW IT SEEMS
THAT BOTH SIDES OF THIS SCREWEY FAMILY IS AS TWISTED AS A LONG
CANDY STICK MADE AT MCANDREWS AND FORBES OF CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY,
RIGHT ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR OF 1989, AND LOVELY SIDEKICK MEANINE,
DONNA SPITNOSE SPINOSI? JUST WHAT DID KIRK AND ROTTEN BERRIES AND
THE GANG ALL KNOW ABOUT this POOR TRAVELING FOOL FROM FUCKING ASS
NEW JERSEY, MISTER BERMAN AND MISTER PILLER, YO YO YO YO YO
YO???????????????????????
THERE
ARE TWO MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR SIEGES THAT STRIKE ME EACH YEAR,
SINCE THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING AUGUST 15,
1986 NIGHTMARE ALL BEGAN. THEY ARE SUMMER
SIEGE, AND THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE.
THIS HAS BEEN DISCUSSED ON MANY A PRIOR OLDER BLOG, ESPECIALLY ON
BLOGS THAT YOU NEED TO FUCKING ARCHIVE TO GET TO, USING MY PASTED
IN ARCHIVE ON MANY BLOGS, SUCH AS THIS NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
WHAT
ARE THE GATES OF HELL U ASK? The DJIA!
RIGHT
HOPE KERNAN, OLD GIRLFRIEND? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MCNULTY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOGS
OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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MY BLOGS SUCK, MANY SAY. MAYBE I SAY, YOU DO!
I
hate those Honda's, but those Saturn's have really fucking cool
ass safety belts, Stephanie Mills, so laugh that off and kick me
down some stairs while you're fucking at it, YO!!!!!!!! My hands,
Cousin David, may I please borrow a washcloth?
THIS
IMAGE IS COURTESY OF WEATHER BUG AND
CHANNEL
12, SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION!!!!!!!!
Note:
The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your
county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the
alert and the map processing.
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Hurricane
watch/warning
``````OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
Oh
Lordess Marcucci, it's getting heavier and heavier, and I know how
powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME, © 1969, ME, WHO THE FUCKING SHIT
EATING HELL ELSE, YO?
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Strike
one, strike two, oh SHEEEEEEEEIT, strike 3, I AM OUT.
“Sometimes
having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Yes lovely Tupring of
Star Trek, that Mister Spock dude knows a thing or nine!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Love
is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders, people without any
brain. Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste of time, a tear on
a heart leaves a stain. Hay Tom Glenn, they almost got you too in
that fucking fire, YO YO YO, watch out for powerful gods an d
goddesses and , my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TEE HEE HEE LILLY MUNSTER SHIPYARDS or whatever, Bob old pal. Keep
singing bro, the Congress needs a great song right about now, YO!
NO
BRAIN,
huh Lois Foca, ANTI
GRAVITY,
ROGER ALL OF THESE WILD YOGI BASEBALL BERRA COINCIDENCES; OH
GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) LOVELY WHITTLE WORL'?????????
Where are you when I fucking goddess dam need you, Professor M.
Kaku, NYU????????????????????
RED
ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT
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''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''. As I
now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great
sorrows; this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very
accurate; despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom
stall; and was quite well known in my generation.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
 
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and
Mizz Bondi.
MY
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING, I LOVE YOU SO.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO
MUCH! Baby-girl, I NEED YOU CODES TO SHOW, P. GIRL. I KNOW THAT
YOU LOVE AND NEED ME 2, DZA!!!!
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
THE
WORLD SUCKS, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT, BRO!
HAY
LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU!!!!!!!
DID
A FEW MEASLEY DECADES WIPE YOUR MEMORIES OUT LIKE A MCGUIRE MAGIC
LEPRAWAND????????? Tell your probation officer what McGuire
did to us someday,
Eddie, I'll be right there to back you up, you have my word of
honor.
''THE
FASCITAR, THE JACOBSON, THE DONALD; AND THE WORLD OF THE
ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM'', AND THEN THERE CAME MY INVITE TO JOIN
THE ESS ON THE FINAL 2014 DAY OF WINTER, BIG ASS WOW, JOANNE, FROM
1979. Before I remembered it all, you were my first. Then came the
memories, Barbara, both Barbara's, no electric shocks dock!
RIGHT
TAXI DRIVER KAREN GRASSI?”
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negativity here, lovely Twinbay, but if you were me, then and only
then, lovely girl, would you begin to understand all my hell!!!
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OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have lots and lots to say and plan on taking a
big ass bite out of things, as this goes on, YO
YO!
!!!!!!!!!!!!HAY
MARCUS AND LETTY!
Yes,
no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs that I
would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had to
drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY',
the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and
brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than
100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major
mother fucking SCOTT
RANSOM
on me; destroying
my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten
stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!!
Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd
Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson
Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just
bring me your wonderful strobing
light,
and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS
MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma
Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this
happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough
mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to
one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE,
so
give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA
AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles
Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word, “W—O—W”????
THE
WEATHER BUG,
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AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!
HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS, DOES THIS DAM SHIT TOTALLY FUCKING SUCK A
HARD THROBBING PRICK AT C-SQ?????????
REALLY
BOB FCC MCDOWELL
old pal and sir; does the date really matter, or the time? I can just
paste the same shit in over and over and over again, am
I 'WROOOOOOOONG'
lovely gorgeous 1980 shampoo hair girl advertiser?
I
MEAN FOR AN EXAMPLE, I'LL PASTE THIS.
AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!
SUPER
FUCKING CUNT HACKING,
BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO; AT MOTHER FUCKING 22
PAST ELEVEN
ON THIS DATE OF SATURDAY
SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE DEATH ASSAULT, 28
MOTHER FRUCKIGN CUNT JUNE
OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN!!!!
HOLY
FUCKING CALLIO PUKEIBLOW!
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OF THIS TRANSMISSION, LADIES AND GENTS
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