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! LIKE FUCKING W—O—W!!!
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Two
nasty fire alarms so far today, have annoyed me, ladies and
gentlemen, but you see when your income is 994 plus 16 dollars in
food and most medical basic coverages paid for, even with the 30
percent rent of 288 bucks, I am left, after internet, phone, and
cable services, and my car insurance on my 2004 ten year old
clunker Dodge Neon 4 door, paid off at least; with just under half
a G monthly, less than 6,000 spendable doe per annum (year) to
work with, in a world of extremely expensive fucking shit.
All
year long, my video life which is my only life outside of these
blogs, is wiped out with clever covert fucking shit from the enemy
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, and recently I had my medications stolen, and
also, that bitch ripped off half of my canned food up in the
cabinet above th ekitchen sink. So she stole about 100 in food and
500 in meds. Fortunately, I was able to recover my medical losses,
and only am out a buck on her ripping off my canned food. Dawn
King was the last person, not PING, you haxcker scum, KING; (from
previous blog), who hurt me this major, and within 12.5 months,
she was dead as shit. I fully believe my fucking cunt eating
MAGNESONIC machine, will likewise, do in this horrible bastard
bitch thief in like manner, all covertly, as they all do with me
for nearly three cunt chewing decades. Engine 1 deactivated the
afternoon alarm, and Engine 15 came just moments back to
deactivate the second alarm. It won't shock me at all if I get a
third, even a fucking fourth one, nothing shocks me any longer,
ladies and dam ass gentlemen, nothing!!!!!!!!
***MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR**
*
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CHAPTER
00044
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
Leticia
Tilley,
She
really made you crazy in 2009, CUZZ DONALD!
SHARKEY
SAYS, SUP MARCUS AND LETICIA?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL 12 local 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.
I
Hurricane watch/warning
THANK YOU PEE. I am so glad you are real smart, and not like other assholes all over the world. I put up a blog of world wide omportance, and I get assholes commentingif I want to buy a used car. Totally unbelievable. This fucking shit with computers and social media, is going to lead to the downfall of the human brain, and what we all feared as only possible in fiction, is all right around the corner.
Holy
mother of fucking Goddess, Mariloo!
Here is the
paste in page. WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
OCTOBER
11, 2014,
SATURDAY
EVENING AT 8:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 85%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 82.
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
1989 JOE BERRIOS FLASH, YO YO YO YO YO:
If
you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED
BROKE LOOSE ON ME, if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from
1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME, if you have the
Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON
ME, if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL
CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME, if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song
from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME, if you have the
Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON
ME, if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL
CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME, if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song
from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME, if you have the
Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON
ME, if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL
CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BURN
IN HELL WHOEVER LOVES TO HURT ME THROUGH ALL ETERNITY!
A
POWERFUL VOICE IS SAYING, MARK, MARK, MARK, SAFE JOURNAL TAPE
NUMBER 500, PASTE IT INTO THE BLOG, SO I WILL, YO YO YO YO YO YO,
and screw anyone or anything that may not like it, WEEEEEEE!!!!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0500
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT
DATE AND TIME FILE:
CH-0500-080212.001
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR: (BSNF)
“SECRET
MUSEUMS, ATTEMPTED SUICIDES, AND MORE”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Some
few folks on this lovely planet in 2012, know that something is
happening in my life, and has been, ever since I popped out of my
moms joy-box, and there is no disputing it rationally. 99% of the
peeps who read my blog will try and rationalize it as no matter
how else it may seem, and how well many things tie together from
'A' to 'Z', that I must be insane, and am in the Jason Forrest
WFMU Internet Club. I am only concerning myself with that small
percentage who know deep down, that I am not crazy, oh sure, I am
fucking heavily damaged, who wouldn't be after all of this, but
not crazy, nor hyper imaginative? All fucking day long, my sicko
EXPLORATRON
CONTROLLED, noisy
neighbors from hell, were as bad if
not worse than back four days ago, last Sunday. Both times, I know
who is behind it, and why, and that not only one explanation is
there, but remembering that there are 7 dimensions of the
Lawtronics of reality, and above that, to fully complete the
strings of great 'harmony' the dimension of the question, and then
the ultimate one of the answer. This need not ever really be fully
addressed, as we all should know by now that we have our hands
quite full dealing with 5-7 of these awesome, and totally beyond
'WOW' dimensions. If things were as simple by any stretch, as many
would hope, and one being, wow, that Mountainpen, what a looney
bin case; well, this does two obvious things right away. It does a
great man cave tightening up of many peoples' cozy comfort zones,
and it also simplifies things to levels where certain things just
cannot be real, and you know folks, this is not a totally wrong
concept, as I have fully admitted to in many previous blogs, on
the original sites where I used to blog before this one, on the
blogger site, at the URL of 'drunkenhive'. There are indeed limits
and barriers of what can and cannot be in WAKING LIFE or the
HYPERSPACE POST ATOMIC SIZED MULTIVERSE. We don't have monsters
like Count Dracula running around, or super heroes like Spidy or
Soup flying up above our great city streets, and not even family
company Jenny Johnson's, for that matter. Still, some folks tend
to lower the LL, not the LLLL, but the LL, so you can consider
this as the abbreviation for the term, “Lawtronic Limit”, but
yes, things must stay, as most adults have come to live long
enough to ponder on this point once or twice, within some kind of
invisible reality-acceptance-box, or looking at it in a more
broken down form of expression, we could call it, staying within
the laws of natural orders, not para-normal, not super-natural,
but within the order that is accepted in the classic laws of
physics as well as nature, hence we get and know quite well, or we
should; the term, “natural order”. The problem here is not
breaking the law of any type of known Newtonian Physics, or inside
of this quite famous and often spoken of, natural order, as
nothing claimed by Morianity or Mountainpen through 6-7 years of
blogging now, does any of this. What a lot of it does, is admit
that there is classical physics and then there is what once was
termed by the world “metaphysics” and needs to be rethought a
little bit here. What I mean to say is simply this. I think, that
just as with Clark Kent, and Superman; in the famous fictional
Action Comics Hero Character, that metaphysics, and quantum
dynamics; are sort of in many, if not most all cases, really, ONE
AND THE SAME DUAL REALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me take things along now that we have built up in this little bit
of base foundation, LLLL. Before I do, old blogs and doing some
archiving legwork of my blog history, will prove to you that
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE is nothing new, and is another one of my
personal labellings and combinations of two already existing words
such as PARALLEL EVENT, but my point is, that my WOMO sicko power
hungry game playing and endless game loving diseased and twisted
enemy, did not forget to make my day super hell on the first of
the month, AGAIN, as they just about do with perfect Swiss time
piece precision clockwork accuracy; speaking of perfection; Bruce
Pennock, and 'others'. Yes folks, they banged me up, as Keisha-99
would say with arm breaking strength and vigor, “GOOOOD”, or
was it Helen Zebriski, after she witnessed Goddess Keisha fracture
my arm in one awesome bone crushing powerful Disney later copying
punch, and wow, I'm so scarrrrrred, David Keenan Roth. Yes peeps,
the WOMO did their thing, and the holly died, and Deadwood did not
sing; not with smokestacks, not with airplanes, and certainly not
with time-trails, wait a minute, I, I, I don't know. No, I don't
know most everything, but WOW, they are finally catching onto some
powerful stuff a little bit, huh my good pal, Mister Morgan
Freeman? The next son of a bitch who asks me how this was all
done, back in the freaking nineteen-eighties, please get this
little message 'right here and now', from the Mountainpen, all the
way to the Coraceedin Pharmacy of hearts. “P-L-E-A-S-E DONT”,
because LFLD, “I, I, I DON'T KNOW”. We're losing people
Detective Curtis Huntington; oh well, try not to cry. I can do
plenty of that for the both of us, kind sir. Yes, this dam 1983
GITYA has caused me a lot of grief, for weeks, months, and now I
have to realize, Mister Freeman, probably forever, God, Bruce, so
watch those super hero spoons, YO. Even the great Paul did not get
me rolling around as much as that powerful cool movie of the early
twenty-ohs. Yes without further digressing onto multiple pointed
tangents folks, they banged me up real real real GOOOOOOD, Helen
and Keisha, on the FIRST OF AUGUST, but then again, we now are
into the 2nd day, and I am not expecting this one to go
a whole lot smoother, and most of my blog fans know exactly why,
but in case we have forgotten the unthinkable, and remember I was
mother fucking set up, I will post up something along with this
blog, to 'refresh memories', ooh what a taboo and god forsaken
other two words, shown above in semi quotation marks. In any case,
we move on now good people. All day, I was pounded by my
neighbors. In case the PH Authorities are interested, there has to
be a dozen people living over in those two apartments, as this is
totally Dairy Queen Stuff, Mack Kaiter of 1967/1968, sir. For
short, I might say 'DQS', it is shorter than printing out the word
rideeeeeeeekulous. Well, Sarah Fivepartys, and other friends and
foes following these words, since endless ghosts, or really active
advanced exploratrons, just won't quit, such as again on the first
of AUGUST; let us discuss how some powerful exploratron grabbed me
while I was visiting my mom at her Pennsylvania apartment, back in
the year of 1976; and kept throwing me over and over, high up onto
a wall air conditioner in her dam apartment. I kept shouting out
the words, “I need the word, I need the word”. My so-called
ass hole friend, Jim Burr, had filled my head with all that
Christianity nonsense, which totally did not work against the
secret museums and other places and people, but no, the voice said
back to me in a very articulate and unforgettable way, “You want
the word, go to the word”. Then it would instantly slam me
again, back up against the high wall mounted air conditioner. This
all began after I had fallen asleep in my mom's fucking apartment,
and this was one hell of a major exploratronic experience that
Christians would label as demonic possession, and occultists would
think more of as OOBE, or NDE experience. My mother was influenced
to take her life some would argue with me, in that very same
apartment and within a very few months or so, of my 'experience'.
She claims it was an accident and that she did not mean to off
herself, but you all can be the judge when I publish her story,
that I promised to do back in 2010 when I first arrived here in
Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. My mom blamed her OFFICE for
several major screw ups, this one, and then again about two
decades later roughly, up or down a year or two or three. The
heavy drinking in the nineties was guilt for not telling me what
she needed to tell me, but instead endlessly said things to me
that were starting to get on my nerves in ultra hypertime, as
every time I said or did something she did not approve of, she
would say, “How would you like it if your daughter said that to
you”, or, “How would you like it if your daughter did this to
you”. One day I lost it, and demanded to know where she got this
hypothetical daughter, and she almost passed out and turned every
color in the rainbow. Still, we are talking the middle seventies
and her apartment out in Media, Pennsylvania, not twenty years
later in the middle nineties. Now I have no intention right now of
typing this entire work onto the blogs, so the publishing of my
mom's work onto my blogs and the public internet, with no
permission being needed, as she is long deceased and there is no
one with legal power in my immediate family to interfere, still,
this will be done in sections. I remind my readers, that this work
was written in 1977 by my mom, and I will quote her words
verbatim. If she as she claims, did not mean to off herself, cool.
But, either way, something sure got into her to make her pop a
bottle of sleepers. No matter how she tells it, a rational brain
does not take an amount of chemical poison to kill themselves,
without something being real wrong somewhere. She had recently
returned from 175 Peninsula Drive, up in Babylon, New York,
visiting her cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald. The internet has
sanitized a lot of information in my family, A LOT. You will only
find my mom's cousins' husband, Heinz Gottwald's 2nd
wife up there, as though Ruth Huntington had never married Heinz
Gottwald. There are so many connected reasons for all things, and
all Quantum Physicists know this. Still, do I have all the
answers? I admitted in 1983 that I thought I knew most everything,
in a song that I wrote and copyrighted that same year. How can I
ever really know a dam thing, Mister Wolf and Mister Trump, you
butt wipes? Here is mom's work.
***SUICIDE,
OR WAS IT? By Grace Eastman Mason Mohr*** (I
trust those voices.)
Upon
recovering from what appeared to be a suicide attempt, my thoughts
centered around others who did NOT survive “apparent suicide”.
There must be numerous cases where the person did not
intentionally plan to take his or her life but never lived to
affirm it.
The
furtherest thing from my mind that night was suicide. Yet I had
taken sixty tranquilizer pills, which would certainly indicate I
had tried to commit suicide. Other circumstantial evidence would
further convince anyone as I had hidden the prescription bottle in
a boot in my closet before passing out. There also would appear
to be logical reasons for the overdose I'd taken. But, I HAD NO
IDEA OF SUICIDE when I downed those tranquilizers. I merely wanted
to forget what had just happened.
OK,
this is where we will leave off tonight, and it will pick up on
Safe Journal, Chapter # 0501.
LLLL,
my life is something that none of you can ever wrap your heads
around, so don't try. Look at MORIANITY as something you come up
here and enjoy reading. I'll do the fucking crying for all of us.
You can switch off to your life now, unfortunately, I CANNOT
folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
despite my having a beyond nuclear disaster here in 2011 and 2012,
in Florida, at least one thing has come down the aisle in my
direction. Now I can drive about the same distance as I used to
do, back in New Jersey, to play real wheel casino roulette. The
Pompono Resort, now has real roulette and is about the same
distance from my PH building as was Atlantic City from Hammonton
or any other location where I was living during my gambling days
averaged out in mileage, just on the other side of the Okeechobee
Lake. Sunday I made two units profit, today another 3. Also, my
CARDDECK that has been in a major range in black anti space for
some time now for cosmos querying, is holding in that lovely range
of well out of neutral by nearly thirty percent. I am so glad I
remembered to take my 40 decks of playing cards in one of my bags,
two and a half years ago, on that fateful night when I ran away
from THAT-FAMILY. Wow, Tommy Studerer, this was one REALE powerful
experience for me, meeting all of you back in those hippie dippy
days, Jesus Christ All Mighty Fucking Goddess.
Well
it is half past one now, and time for me to sign off. I get a
strong feeling that powerful stuff is all going to begin. My
Copyrighted material will be in the mail either tomorrow or the
day after, what a risk, they really might all decide to murder me,
oh well, I did not commit suicide, Mommy Dearest Davis!!!!!!!!!!!!
NIGHTY NIGHT. BYE-BYE.
SSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOO
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE, al Martino would say it like this, “What
now my love”, but my word choice would be, “OH PAULA, OH OH
PAULA” RIGHT © OFFICE, HELL, PAULA, 'P' 'A' 'u', the fucking
Microsucks office program won't allow me to do what I want with
the capital PA and the small u, so I needed to use the
semi-quotation marks to make a powerful point, KING BRANCH of this
mighty and marvelous awesome family, that so far, has managed to
blow the minds of the Trump branch and the Mohr branch, 8 cousins
out perhaps, but still in the fucking human family, lovely tall
library girl of 2010 here in fort Pierce, Florida, (a different
Gemma) honey cakes, the one with the red swimming pool in
hyperspace is Joe Kings legal daut, YO, not spoiled fuckiGN rotten
live Dave Thomas's and William Shatner's. I knew you fucking
bastards were not going to send me a thank you letter, not even
the same time you used me, KIRK you asshole. You know where I
fantasize you take that razor don't you, your fuckiGN throat,
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So pray tell,
where has all the night time gone
Long time
passing
Where have all
the pretty moons
All gone away
What would these
dam assholes do
If I wasn't here
for them to kick
When will they
ever learn, when will they ever learn?
If I get a CAD,
I'll take that out of my blog, it is borrowed from the great old
sixties folk song that many know who lived quite a while ago. I sort
of changed this around a bit, but then I also changed around another
later song, but that was my song to do what I wanted with, unless
AT&T and the FBI choose to prosecute me for illegally taping my
own daughter when she was 14 and using it as a source sampling for
the harmony track, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
UH-OH,
FCC BOB old friend, here fuckiGN cunt comes the dam ass (`~HACK),
YO!!!!!!!
9:30
PM, 10-11-2014, real time add in, ma'am,
DOORS
ARE ANNOYING ME TONIGHT, RM, DM.
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER
REWRITE TITLE OF
%%%
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
%%%%%
END OF SONG.
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