AMP-SAFE JOURNAL, VACUUM CLEANERS AND SHADOWS

© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014

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 (GAP-ESS) OR THE 'GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sy annoying doors-doors-doors-nabes are active on this Saturday dirt bag morning, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD?????????????????????????????

This may sound shocking, but I would not trade places with anyone of you who don't have my problems and hell, not a one, not for a dam minute, and here's why. I couldn't live for an entire minute, all dumbed down and blind to shit all around me. I would actually rather be suffering in my eternal fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER NAME---- 'VACUUM CLEANERS AND SHADOWS' MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian Rats, Tats, & Playing Real Football FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES. © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014. OBVIOUSLY, THEIR EVIL STOCK FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MARKET IS MAKING ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS OVER 18,000, AS THE LOUD PLANES AND SUPER CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT OVER THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, ARE VERY MAJOR. THIS IS A DOOZIE FUCKING WHOPPER ATTACK, BIG MACK PEPPERWINKLE BEARHUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF WE DON'T HAVE THE MOST GORGEOUS AG IN AMERICA HERE IN FLOWER-SHINE; I WANNA' KNOW WHO DOES? STILL, I WOULD RATHER HAVE OLD AND UGLY MEN POLITICIANS IF THAT IS WHAT IT TAKES TO GET THIS HELL NIGHTMARE BACKED OFF OF ME, WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DECEMBER 20, 2014, SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:37, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT. RANGE TODAY, (H-73/L-46) HUMIDITY IS 52%, AND FEELING 79 DEGREES. SOUTHERLY WINDS ARE 5, GUSTING TO 7, NNE. AS CUZZ TRUMP WOULD SAY, “LIKE I GIVE A SHIT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MICROSUCKS AND THEIR LIGHTBULB HACK IS BACK AGAIN. Luckily for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing 42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle, and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ''whatever'', Congressman, before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of the constant, and yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word like, not light, but my deeper mind that was speaking about the constant, spoke through me and left me to robotically type in the incorrect word on my previous blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey. Warren, Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho folks, his mother, my C-4-R-4, (fourth cousin four times removed) all stemming from my mom's first cousin Ruth Huntington who married Heinz Gottwald, who gave birth to five children, three boys and two girls, the oldest girl and not the oldest child, being Christine, the girl Jimmy Dean fell for and was making out with in 1975, on Uncle Heinz's ketch, during a sailing boat trip that my mom went on, while I was getting the crap beat out of me in Atlantic City that day with two monster freaking lifeguard mascots, twice my pathetic puny wimpy flabby little 20 year old size. Enough to make you grow up and not be a boy any more, on the advice of Dan Mackey, my old FCC wormhole pal, Bobby MCD???????????????????? See how things all prove my story comes out true, folks, are you blinder than a cane itself??????????????? La-Da-Da-Da, my attorneys won't even bother contacting a soul. I am way too old and tired to give one rotten pale of stinky shit on the local jetty, Governor Fruit. Wow, the hollering and doors is pretty intense today, but last night, even thought they were quiet, I tried getting up yo my site at Blogger to view my own blog as I do upon occasion, and was major hacked, BOB-FCC, old Fort Wayne, Indiana friend, YO! I was hacked out of my Comcast E-MAIL page, then I could not get up on the net at all, and then, wild screens popped up all over the place, and it was like I was mother flowering back in the 1997 Somerdale death house, with Fred and Craig, the two RADIO SHACK EMPLOYEES who came over to help me with my computer that evening one summer day. I doubt this was the famous summer's night of the fifties that caused that lovely ballad song to spring forth, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Now obviously, my 4-4 cuzz, David's mom, who I met several times AT THE HARVEST, a gorgeous woman may I add; must have somehow learned locally by having someone, after following me and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video tapes there, and placed the blank video herself, into the pile; after seeing I was already on the way over. Remember, this is the age of cellphones, and everybody can play James Bond. The local novelty shops can legally sell all sorts of spy equipment to any unlicensed, and non-private investigator; and all sorts of things can be done; as ADA Ron Wirtz Senior taught me; and this was all around 2 solid ass freaking decades back into time; so think by now what folks can do, that have the know how!!!!!??????????????????? This was all a wild super PARLOR TRICK, as was the Cifaloglio magazine with MY at the Empire State Building around the time of her twentieth high school reunion in OHM-8, and the auto-reverse cassette deck in my car playing that karaoke flip side version with the 'MY' on it before the start of my 1986 song, ''REAL GOOD GIRL''. I'll highlight it now in light pink. Public Catalog Copyright Catalog (1978 to present) Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries. Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) # Name (NALL) < Full Title Copyright Number Date [ 1 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- For the record. PAu000662409 1984 [ 2 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- I'm Criana. PAu000724397 1985 [ 3 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House. PAu003351785 2007 [ 4 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system. TXu000514390 1992 [ 5 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Lost love. PAu000344219 1981 [ 6 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr demo collection, set 4. PAu000546149 1983 [ 7 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr demo collection : set III. PAu000442785 1982 [ 8 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr demo tunes. PAu000325091 1981 [ 9 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr tunes. PAu000411864 1982 [ 10 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Queen of blue. PAu000825471 1986 [ 11 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Real good girl. PAu000881543 1986 [ 12 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK. PAu002506106 2000 [ 13 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Saga of song writer Mark Mud. PAu000501582 1983 [ 14 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Sarah. PAu002153196 1996 [ 15 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Sarah. SRu000332786 1996 [ 16 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Sarah Callio of ACNJ. SRu000362114 1997 [ 17 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Uncle. PAu000540585 1983 [ 18 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- What's wrong? PAu000724407 1984 [ 19 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- You call this music? PAu000998574 1987 [ 20 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two. PAu001148157 1988 [ 21 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3. PAu001189027 1989 [ 22 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204017 1980 [ 23 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204015 1980 [ 24 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morianity music pre-book. PAu002336935 1998 [ 25 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morianity tunes of 1998. PAu002282717 1998 Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) Save, Print and Email (Help Page) Records Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC All on Page Selected On Page Selected all Pages Enter your email address: Search for: Search by: Title (omit initial article A, An, The, El, La, Das etc.) Name (Crichton Michael; Walt Disney Company) Keyword Registration Number (for VAu 598-675 type vau000598675) Document Number (for V2606 P87 type v2606p087) Command Keyword Item type: None Recorded Documents Text Serials Music Maps Sound Recordings Computer Files Motion Pictures Visual Materials Kits Mask Works Deposit only monographs Deposit only serials Cancelled Registrations 10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page Help Search History Titles Start Over Contact Us | Request Copies | Get a Search Estimate | Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about Copyright | Copyright Office Home Page | Library of Congress Home Page Public Catalog Copyright Catalog (1978 to present) Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W Search Results: Displaying 26 through 28 of 28 entries. Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) # Name (NALL) < Full Title Copyright Number Date [ 26 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204016 1980 [ 27 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Same title. PAu003037983 2005 [ 28 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Thanx to the shadows. PAu002237985 1997 Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) Save, Print and Email (Help Page) Records Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC All on Page Selected On Page Selected all Pages Enter your email address: Search for: Search by: Title (omit initial article A, An, The, El, La, Das etc.) Name (Crichton Michael; Walt Disney Company) Keyword Registration Number (for VAu 598-675 type vau000598675) Document Number (for V2606 P87 type v2606p087) Command Keyword Item type: None Recorded Documents Text Serials Music Maps Sound Recordings Computer Files Motion Pictures Visual Materials Kits Mask Works Deposit only monographs Deposit only serials Cancelled Registrations 10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page Help Search History Titles Start Over Contact Us | Request Copies | Get a Search Estimate | Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about Copyright | Copyright Office Home Page | Library of Congress Home Page I feel a lot of fucking evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am in a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me now as she was that day in 1986 when she told me this, in our special electron to human coded communications!!! POUR IT ON WITH THE FREAKING ASS ICPE, my pal Mister J. Seabottom, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Why is this happening to me JAMES BURR and AGE-TIME SWITCH HITTER DANIEL WORMHOLE MACKEY, with or without wonderful Christmas Tree Angels in the lobby????????????????? I MUST BE HITTING A LOT OF COSMIC NERVES AND HUMAN ONES THAT FOLLOW ME ILLEGALLY IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES WITH KEYSTROKE VIRUS WORM LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACKS, AS IT IS ONE BANG BANG BANG BANG AFTER ANOTHER Hay let's work on another keyboard and play a Monopoly game after that, Bruce voice alterer P!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHEEEEEEEEIT!!! Things in waking mortal life are Lawtronically designed to create mirages and illusions, the world is filled with Maya, an old religious term for just this thing, ILLUSION, or to put it in Gene Roddenberry style, not Cranberry, not blueberry, and certainly not Archie Bunker's raspberry, the power of the Tallosions. Get the original movie that started all of STAR TREK, and this nearly 2 hours show tells the true story of the power of illusion, but is clever enough to keep the government, who Gene worked for, in numerous capacities throughout his life; from being angry with him. If you do it THEIR WAY, they will even help you with your production, I know these things, I was in the freaking entertainment bizz back when my super daughter was in fifth grade. You see it is time I let you in on some big ass secrets today good folks. First, my mother was relatively a normal human being, my father, the jury is out on that for right now, right Stacey Hamblin, and all Hammonton mail counts of OHM-8 Christmas tree angels??????????? Still, my mom said one day to me, no matter where we move, we get the worst neighbors in the entire block, and she nor I, are deluded, psychotic, making up stories out of school to get attention, or WHATEVER, Oak Street Congressman old buddy from '75!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!
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My very first trip to Florida, was not to Fort Pierce in December 2009, or Orlando in 1983. It was around 1957 or early 58; down to Fort Lauderdale. My mom had a brother named John Leonard Mason on Northeast Avenue and Eleventh Street or some similar address, and this was his second family, after losing both his first wife and little son Eddie, to horrendous medical disasters. More AMA garbage. But then, the great peeps get the great care, like Keaton and Hawking, and the rest of us nobody's go through mother fucking hell. But this is all yesterday's boring fucking newspaper, sorry. Aniwho, on the way down with my parents in their 57 Chevy, long before the great highway was there, Warren and Boo, we were on a back road and pulled over, and I fell asleep in the car, and was instantly in a very large room that was warehouse sized. All of a sudden it was just dark as all shit and very scary for a small child. Then a bunch of vacuum cleaners began coming towards me, making very loud sounds, as the old ones used to do. In later life, I renamed them, child frighteners. They chased me while I ran all over this dark room and they had little lights on them. Then horrible laughing came from all over this huge and very dark room. The laughing had then become much more scary to me than the situation of being chased all around by these wild vacuum cleaners. Half a decade or so later, while living in Westmont, New Jersey, this dream came back and had a wild twist to it. After I was finally caught by these vacuum cleaners, they took me into this future where I was around ten or so, and it was bright sunny daytime and I was running all over town trying to excape huge hooded giant entities that kept relentlessly chasing me all around and I knew if they caught me, it was curtains. I would go into houses and beg for help, and various nice old ladies, probably my age now; would tell me it is OK and would assure me they would protect me, and then they would become the same shadow monsters as the rest of those who were chasing me, and this would go on seemingly all mother fucking night long many times, YO. Shortly after these nightmares began, I heard voices coming out of the electrical power lines near my window. It was a little girl and she told me she is always watching me and never told me she was the goddess of Lightning. We are leaving this right here for right now, lovely LOO-HEARTS, you go girl, and hey Letty-girl, choo up to YO???

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