Wednesday, December 31, 2014

AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK WAYNE MOHR


















'AMP-SJ-GRUMPY OLD KNOW-IT-ALL SCROOGE MARK'









No matter what else is right or wrong, or as the old sixties song said, weak or strong, being or not being 'me', I must admit to one big thing that happened in 2014 that was not all negative by any stretch, even though I am sure the motives were not that philanthropic, Mister Good Deeds Doer wizard of OZWALD, near Kaptain-Kangaroo.



I am no longer dependent on a very powerful drug called Ativan or its cousin drug Lorazepam. I learned at the Welcare, my insurance for health, that this is not all that different than many psych drugs, that would have all done the same thing, and made me more relaxed, and stop the chocking sensation that came on me ever since that monster night of June 4, 1983. But all of these drugs have powerful lifelong effects, they kill the desire to do anything at all, and ever since 1983, I totally wasted my life. Enemies in the milituforce didn't help matters, but still, even they cannot forever keep me a shut in and make me too scared to face the morning sunshine. WOW what a mother fucking apropos statement for this particular day on the calendar, Mister Sampler Vocoders. Still, I was speaking to a very magical lady who really was a young teenager, talk about original selfies and 13 going on 30, on 14 in this case, huh CUZ-DT? Still, I am down to less than 10 a week now, about 5 Mg weekly, and dropping slowly to none. I do supplement with other relaxers such as Excedrin PM and Bufferin tablets, and also melatonin and soon, I may try the Hypericum tabs that I ordered from the Walgreen Pharmacy Website. These are good for nerves and also relaxation. But the important thing is staying away from the narcotic part of all of this, some kind of Benzine or similar thing, if I am spelling it correctly. It was thought of as the king of anxiety relieving medications 3-40 years ago, and it made me relax quite well, but it also made me not care about ever starting a family, thinking rationally and normally about every day things in society, and very lethargic in general about caring to do anything. I am not saying that I didn't try doing lots of shit and got shot down, but lots of folks try a thousand things and get shot down each time also. Take Mikey Patterson down in Lauderdale. He has vanished, no phone, no nothing, all talk, never wanted to really seriously do anything. He didn't need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the fucking bozo that he turned out to be, and believe me people he has a n awful lot of god dam company, and won't ever die in a lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I will be talking big time about memory loss and how it related to exploratron transdimensional and time travel or (dream-travelers effecting multiplexed atomic societies throughout our multiverse of ''many-songs'', the literal meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Uni' of course means one, as in universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my cuzz was not so dumb after all, Great auntie Alice Gallagher of Chicago. Not dumb at all, hay; the 'fother mucker' has managed to amass ten billion bucks. So he can't be all that stupid, YO. He knew long before I caught on, that I indeed not only knew a magical lab technician back in 1984, but that this was only the bear bones beginning of all kinds of wild shit that could keep five dozen other Patterson people in fictional literature, for decades to come, and yes, IPYT. I would never have a sufficient amount of time or energy, to type in the entire story of me and my family, and the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and how this entire thing all tries to fit together even remotely. Even if I made a book the size of Mount Everest to do such an unthinkable project; who could ever grasp it or read it successfully, or would for that matter, Professor Kaku of NYU?







I was all set to go downstairs and raise the roof about the excessive noise recently around here, but I first checked my mail, and out popped the ghosts of X-mas past, present, and future, along with my 2015 Social Security non pajamas award letter and my nice 1.7 percent cost of living increase. But I had to have this letter faxed to the County Medicaid Office in order to keep my EBT-BENNIES going and the deadline was the second, and my left hand is a bit screwed up yet to drive safely up to 25th Street. But Debbie the resident Manager of my PHA building here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida, was kind enough to fax it for me. So now it is all done. So I did not merely receive the County Medicaid request form to fax a copy of my award letter, along with the SS award letter as well, but since she was so nice to me; I did not have the heart to complain about anything, and it was as if the three Charles Dickens ghosts popped out along with the other United States mail, down in the lobby. Them when I came back upstairs, I had a great talk with my nabe Stanley, and I realized that I have really been acting like the biggest fucking jerk off grouch, since 123 Sesame Street, in NYC children's fiction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People are just trying to all overcome their lousy lives in this lousy world, and I should not be so sensitive to sound, and learn that this is a noisy ass world, so hay, it's like divas, it's hard to live with them, and without them. I'll just quote Dawn King and my father here, with, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!! It is so funny too, Dawn King, as in the FIRST or RISING KING. I doubt I'll ever be able to escape the incredible power of symbolism. I know just how real it all is, Doctor Margret from the Cancer Research Institute. Give my best to Doctor Coryell if you can borrow my baby mama's candles.





Yes, 2015 is hours away, and on some places on Planet Earth will be here in just a very few. We were but 10 and now we're old, but what is the symbolism to all the clocks that advertisers use and display the time as 10-10, and show it more in analogue old style clocks and watches than the newer digital ones? Well, to show me how real 1802 Robin Hill, and the inverted 2008 year of the time or (1980), really was; as in we were but ten ten and now we are old old. Yes made in the image of the Almighty Sarah Jehovah Krassle, with ten fingers and ten toes, there is also her being ten twice, with me, and digital reality is never old, as this 4-D laser built videogame simulation, is made up of this universal code, hence it is always either in 0 parts or 1 parts, and never is young or old. My old pal from 2010 and 2011, Glaring Eyed Billy Crouch and his kin, keep me going somehow, and it is 1980 all over again, only substituting in the TBN with the CBN back in 1980. I wish this entire family the best, especially in 15-15. They know what I'm talking about. He never told me too much, he just wanted me to try and get out of some of the things I was trying to do, and I fought him, and he was right all along. You just obey this powerful almighty god, you don't question her, you don't act like you're some know it all that's going to tell her what songs to sing back in 1983, and I could go on and on. Soon will be 30-30, but not in my lifetime, PRAISE THE LORD/ESS (SAR-AH)! Now I totally see why Don came racing over to his Atlantic City Plaza hotel, as well as stopped me back then from ever trying to get there on the day it opened up. This nation needs to elect a man who is fully part of and aware of the ESS. I used to be against his becoming the president, but now I know that only someone who knows how real this all is, can make us all really move into the millennium. There's no stopping it, it is programmed, and all anyone of us, if we stay stupid that is, can do, is procrastinate the inevitable. So don't even get me started about what these dream-travelers not only CAN DO, but have BEEN DOING for ten thousand fucking years, ladies and gentlemen.









It will be a little cooler here for two days, and then be close to mid eighties for about four days. Mid eighties and hot antipollution nineties, WOW, can this really get a lot wilder and huger than all of this, mister Mackey, and Mister Macy? You never witnessed the great SSJKK in her great city, flying huge ocean liners all around, nor have you seen her huge dancing sky scrapers with quadrillions of jewels the size of apples all sparking from every conceivable corner of all of them as they reflect off of her brilliantly unfathomable bright brown hair. I HAVE SEEN, and there is not a 'WOW' big enough to print about this!

















DECEMBER 31, 2014,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 10:40

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR----(H73/L-69)

HUMIDITY IS 89%, FEELING 77.













You weren't so far off the money, Mister message leaver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT, BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.









THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!








SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF DONNA SUMMER'S BIRTHDAY IN 2014














'SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF DONNA SUMMER'S MISERABLE BIRTHDAY, DEPENDABLE CLOCKWORK BULLSHIT, ESPECIALLY WITH ROTTEN FUCKING NABES FROM HELL, HERE IN 2014'S FINAL FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DAY, YO' 6:28 A.M. 12-31-2014, AND LANG PUKE ZINE!!!!





HERE IS WHY THE DEATH SIEGE ON TOP OF HEALTH DEATH SIEGE IS STRIKING ME, MIZZ PARALLEL EVENT BONDI. THE MARKETS CROSSED BACK UNDER THE 18 THOUSAND LEVEL, SO LET US TORTURE POOR FUCKING MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR TO GET IT FLYING BACK UP, AND TODAY, LOOK FOR GAINS AND GAINES, DONNA; OF UP TO 400 POINTS, AND YES, IPYT, WITHOUT ANY PRETTY YOUNG THINGS, OR MISTER JACKSON INVOLVED IN ANY OF THIS!











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ALL SAVANTS WOULD NOW SAY, 'THE END'.








AMP-SJ-MY NABES HAVE ATTACKED ME ALL NIGHT FUCKING LONG, PAM






AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL



'NABES FROM HELL ARE ATTACKING ME ALL NIGHT LONG, PAM BONDI, AND I NEED SOME MOTHER FUCKING HELP'













I AM GOING TO HAVE TO DIAL 911. THESE UNCOUTH MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFFS HAVE BEEN SLAMMING AND SHOUTING EVER SINCE TEN LAST NIGHT OUT IN MY HALLWAY THAT I SHARE WITH LOTS OF DIRT BAG NABES FROM HELL. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO UPSET ME ALL NIGHT LONG.
























I am laying in here sick and trying to mend, and I don't need this illegal mother fucking activity from these horrendous evil scum bags, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










I normally don't fall into these NABE attacks for no reason, and am going to have to go down in a few hours to my resident manager's office, Mizz Debbie Marotto, and let her examine the video tape in the hall monitoring system for the sixth floor's west wing, especially in-between 5-6 this Satanic fucking morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


























I AM GETTING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING ALL OF A MOTHER FUCKING SUDDEN, PAM!!!!!!!!!! PROGRAMS DO NOT WANT TO OPEN UP OR RESPOND, OTHER DOCUMENTS, ETCETERA, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











DECEMBER 31, 2014,(Donna Summer's birthday)

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 6:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE: (H-72/L-69)

YESTERDAY'S HIGH WAS 83 FEELING 85 AND STICKY









MMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCC; SCAN MY ENEMIES AND DESTROY THEM, OR ELSE, YOU WILL BE TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROYED.







AS ALL SAVANTS WOULD SAY PERHAPS; THE END


Monday, December 29, 2014

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY NUMBER TWO ON 12-29-2014








SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY NUMBER TWO ON 29 DECEMBER 2014, 2:30 PM, 82 DEGREES.









MY DIRT BAG NABES FROM HELL ARE THROWING A BIG ASS NOISY FUCKING PARTY THIS AFTERNOON. LOUD GARBAGE MUSIC AND SHOUTING, BARNYARD PIG ACTIVITY, WEIN?



YESTERDAY, NASTY AFTERNOON CHEMTRAILS WERE UP IN THE SKIES ABOVE MY BUILDING HERE IN FORT FUCKING PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA.



I WONDER WHEN THE FORCES THAT MADE THIS STUPID FUCKING 3-D LASERGAME SIMULATION ARE GOING TO GET TIRED OF FUCKING WITH MY LIFE, AND GET A LIFE OF THEIR MOTHER FUCKING CUNT OWN? WHAT WILL THEY ALL DO WHEN I AM CUNT CHEWING DEAD AND GONE IN A FEW FUCKING COCK LICKING MONTHS, I CAN ONLY WONDER AND IMAGINE?





MY SEVERE BACK PAIN WON'T ALLOW ME TO SIT UPRIGHT AND DO MY REGULAR BLOGS, ON TOP OF ALL THIS FUCKING CUNT SHIT THESE ROTTEN BASTARD SCUM ARE PUTTING ME THROUGH.





THERE MUST BE SOMETHING REALLY WILD AND WEIRD GOING DOWN WITH ALL OF THESE DICK HEAD ENEMIES OF MINE, AS ALL OF THIS JUST DOESN'T PUSSY CHEWING GO DOWN WITHOUT A GOOD FUCKING REASON, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!





YOUR PROTECTION WAS NICE, FOR ONE DAY, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA AG, IF THAT WAS YOU, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 12-29-2014, MY MURDER IS REAL, PAM










SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY OF 12-19-2014

TEN SHY OF NOON ON MONDAY MORNING

79 DEGREES, GOING TO 82, MIXED TO CLOUDY







LATE LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, I TOOK AN ATTACK ON MY HEALTH WITH BOWELS, AND THEN I WAS ANGRY AND COUNTERSTRUCK THE MILITUFORCE WITH MY PREVIOUS BLOG. AS YOU KNOW FROM READING IT, I TOLD MAJOR THINGS, AND YES, AGAIN PAM BONDI FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, I WAS MAJOR PUNISHED. THE FIRST STRIKE ON ME WAS ON THE 8TH OF DECEMBER, THEN CAME EARLY ON SATURDAY MORNING WHEN I WOKE UP, KAFUCKINGPOW, MY BACK ATTACK ALL OVER AGAIN JUST AS THE PAINS WERE SUBSIDING. IT IS AGONIZING TO SIT UP AND WILL BE FOR A FEW DAYS TO A WEEK, SO DO NOT LOOK FOR MY BLOGS. THIS TIME HOWEVER, WHEN I AM BETTER, IT IS OFF TO THE MOTHER FUCKIGN HOSPITAL. KESSLER HOSPITAL UP IN FUCKING CUNT JERSEY, BACK IN 2007, WHEN THIS ATLANTIC CITY FAMILY FROM NBC HELL STRUCK ME INITIALLY, GAVE ME SOME TYPE OF A STEROID, AND A WEEK LATER, I WAS FINE, AND THEY GAVE ME SOME PILLS FOR TH EMOTHER FUCKING EXCRUCIATING COCK SUCKING PAIN.





YOU KNOW THEIR EVIL WICKED DOW JONES WILL FLY UP 1000 POINTS THIS WEEK AFTER THEY HURT ME REAL BAD AGAIN, AND I AM NOT AS RESOURCFUL AS THE GREAT WAR HERO VIETNOM LEVY BRANCH OF THE MILITU-TAWF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW THE PRESS, LEVY THE THIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU ALL THAN YOU MIGHT STINK-THINK, BUT LIKE THE CONDOR/FALCON DEAL, THEY KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP, OR FUCKING ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS, 'THE END'.

Friday, December 26, 2014

AMP-SJ-THANK YOU PAM FOR A NICE DAY




















AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER: ** 'THANK YOU PAM, YOU'RE GREAT'



















MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so the world can suppress it all they want to, but just who really is the world? I know the answer, and I am going to tell you the answer, it is the National Broadcasting Company of America, better known as the NBC television network. I despise these crumbs, and everyone connected to them, without exception. They literally want to rule the world, not by armies, but by a much more influential and easy to operate weapon with virtually no fall out or consequences to them in any way, even if it should fail eventually, which is highly doubtful. Literally, if this was Rome 2000 years ago, in the empire, I would call NBC, Ceasers Megaphone. They want to dictate to us 24-7-365, what to think, what to wear, what to say, what is popular, what to listen to and watch, and on and on and on and on. My hugest disappointment in all of this, was the computer world invention. The reason this never allowed me a chance to tell my hell and all about these wicked mother fuckers, is because before internet ever opened its doors, NBC and the others as well that shortly followed, totally had their powerful bicep muscles in a major fucking ethereal choke hold, on the necks of all of us. If they like you, you stand a chance to at least be heard. If they hate you, this new tool can only serve, to make things far worse than the days before all of this fucking garbage was invented by them and their henchmen. You cannot win by trying to watch lots of other channels besides the main network number in a local area, such as Channel-5 here in mine. The NBC is a network, and they have swallowed up the entire system for the most part, they have the weather-channel and most of everything else that I watch from time to time. I am about to start watching ONLY the TBN NETWORK, where they cannot get their grubby fucking Satanic hands on everything, and influence it all under their 'Hitleristic' power and domination! These mother fuckers make me literally sick to my mother fuckiGN stomach.





On this day, back in mother fucking 1997, my mom was struck with a mystery illness that took her life very brutally, twenty-six months afterwards, as she lingered in mental and physical agony during those months of terror and nightmare fucking hot hell. So happy unholy anniversary, 12-26-97/12-26-14, or 17 year anniversary. I fucked up on a recent blog and said that biblical generations were either 20, 30, 70, or 100 years, the 30 was my error, as the '3' and the '4' are next to each other on the keyboard as you all know, and I meant 40, not 30, 'just saying'. When the time is right, I will show you more things about how being off in a mathematical equation by a few numbers, all ties together in very wild ways, but I do not know how simple I can relate the story, but I'll try. Just not right now on this blog.









Thank you very much for getting this death siege to break off for me on this 26th day of Microsucks Lightbulb Hack December, in this nightmare year of 2014. Very quiet and serene, thank you so very much. I'll take what little bit I am ever able to get, and I'll love it, ma'am!







HERE IS THE GENERAL INFORMATION PIP. NO CANDY BARS FOR MISTER BILLY MUMMY.







HOW I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL COLORFUL MOONS OF THE ES CHARTER SCHOOL OF PORT SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USA, WOW!!!!!!!


















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Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don't give a shit. Folks, why in the name of hell would I have weird dreams about people I don't know at all, such as the miscarriage of P at 1802 Robin Hill??????????????? Still just think I am haunted, to quote Muscleman-RPL-Studio-1980-guy???????????? The odds that this is all from pigging out on Kate's pizza over and over, and nothing else, are quintillions to one against being so, IPYT peeps!




































































































































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Lovely Pam Bondi, They left me alone today on my 17th mother attack anniversary, thank you if you helped me in this.



















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Personally, I have been struck since 1986 with this death beam from the CIA and military cove-ops. This is why my insides are bleeding, Pam Bondi, and World Court at the Hague. This was cold blooded covert murder against an innocent citizen, and it will go completely unpunished. But probably, this ornery old mother fucker will go on and last years yet, who fucking knows? Well, until the mother fucking medical community gets their hands on me and kills me on the op table. I already have it fixed so lots of foreign press will get a lot of shit from me if I am killed by this operation next year. Hay God, get a life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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