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 POWERFUL (GAP-ESS)
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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NON
MUSICAL SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD OF 1983, PART TWO, 32 YEARS
LATER
CHAPTER
0001
Kiefer
Sutherland said, on the great early nineties movie called,
“FLATLINERS”, “This
is a good day to die”.
I figured, as did he during his times of 'personal inward crisis',
that if my 9 year+ blog is to die, then this is a good final
chapter for it to fucking go out on. Can you relate, Kiefer and
Bob Seagar? I know I misspelled your name, Bob, sorry; but cheapo
skate Microsoft Spellchecker System won't aid or assist me and
they don't seem to have your name, you know, fame is fleeting! If
it was bleating, I'd just say to you, BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
''Work
the guns, Billy Twilight Zone mummy, not the jaws. That's my
job''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're
always in control of who sees what - you can turn it off or remove
posts at any time.
THANK
YOU BLOGGER DOT
COM.
On
Blogger since January
2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
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local South Florida TV.
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
Rip
Tide/Marine Warning
WOW!
WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW!
WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW!
WOW! WOW!
I
owe the Blogger site and Google an apology, I did type the blog
title in wrong, it was not on the document but on the separate
blog title line. But they cleverly are fucking with me on their
owned and controlled music system. No one is able to type in the
title to my song, the only title of any song exactly like this
one, yet nothing pops up unless you first go to the Google Engine,
and then type in not only the name of the song, called, “MI
Apology Song”, but also the name “King
Nebnooshoo”.
Unless the following is typed on a Google Search, and no other,
“MI Apology Song King Nebnooshoo, nothing will pop up. Folks,
you believe what you want to. Internet is controlled by the United
States, as are all things. They also control who goes viral and
who stays totally down and submerged inside a pile of endless
quagmire fucking hell. They also allow th evast majority, who
knows, maybe 99% of all of us, to just go free, you know, they
don't push or promote their shit, nor do they ACTIVELY TAKE
SANCTIONS
TO STOP IT,
as places like Cuba and Iran and Russia and many others are only
all too dam ass familiar with, and they at least know I am not
making up this story.
SSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOO,
Mister Arthur Crane, work not the bubble gum with Mister Mummy.
WOW, is Mountainpen getting bold in his old age!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AH-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!
Oh
late Uncle Heinz Gozzwald-Gottwalt of Babylon, New York, permit me
please to work those camera-jaws and swim so happily in th e sea
where I truly belong. Maybe I'll swim up and see the old place on
the bay at 175 Peninsula Drive, some time. And maybe I won't, who
knows, Ex-Mayor Bob Levy, of ACNJUSAESMWG? On
top of that, somebody has been illegally selling one of my songs,
and his name is Kevin Moore, from Long Island where the mother
fucker was born. WEIN-SOSO-SSDD, oh lovely sweet world?
Lock
all your doors and windows, much danger surrounds you, and I am
unable to protect you. This happened shortly after a McDonald
Douglas NASA big rig truck nearly killed me on the 295 highway up
in Florence Township, New Jersey, early in the winter of 1988,
while I was with my friend, David Charles Roth. Sure enough, they
nearly murdered me for a long time after this. My car was sawed in
half and broke sending me into the back bays of Atlantic City, and
the police charged me and made me pay a huge insurance rate for
three years as a fucking cunt result. My heart was messed with so
bad, I do not know why I lived through it. I shit my pants ten
times a week, and no doctor knew or would tell me, what was wrong
with me. I had planes and choppers and death chemtrails around me
so low and so loud that if I could have had a video of my entire
life back then, and could post it on the Youtube of today, I would
be the fuckiGN king of the Youtube; cubed, and CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!
Believe me peeps, I could type on and on and on and on and on and
on!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE.
''ALL
POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL''.
''ALL POSSIBLE THINGS CAUSING MY WEEK OF HELL'';
what were they??? My WEAK WEEK, shit;
you mean your LIFE?
JANUARY
14, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
EVENING AT 5:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR (H-71/L-64)
HUMIDITY
IS 95%, AND IT FEELS 63 DEGREES.
WINDS
ARE WNW AT 12 WITH GUSTS AT 25.
YOU
KNOW WHAT MY COUSIN DONALD WOULD SAY!!!!!!!!!
DA-DA-DA,
“Lenny Atkins”,
perhaps????
Remember
this little piece of fucking hell, people?
THAT
WAS ALL A PART OF,
555JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE 25,797555
DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL TAPE, THIS IS GOING TO SAY SOME HARD HITTING FUCKING
SHIT. THOSE OF FAINT HEART MAY SKIP THIS PART OF MY BLOGS. THOSE
WHO DO NOT MIND HEARING ME TELL IT FROM THE HEART, STAY RIGHT
HERE. THIS BLOG WIL NOT BE FREE OF LOTS OF PROFANITY EITHER.
THIS
WAS HELL TODAY AT THIS NIGHTMARE PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING. EVEN NOW
AT 12:36 IN THE CUNT CHEWING MORNING, A FIRE ALARM THAT IS EAR
PIERCING IS GOING OFF. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO LIVE WITH AND
CONTEND WITH, AND NO ONE AT ALL GIVES A MOTHER FUCKING SHIT ABOUT
ME ONE BIT. THEY TOOK EVERYTHING I HAD, AND LEFT ME HERE TO DIE,
UNCARING ROTTEN FUCKING BASTARDS AND CREEPS THAT THEY ALL ARE; AND
THERE IS A HOT PLACE IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, FOR EACH AND EVERY
ONE OF THEM. I KNOW THIS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY COCK SUCKING
HEART!!!!!!!
Yes
that wonderful movie that came out about a year into my fucking
cunt blogging career, you know, the shark tossing bed breaking
neurotic super-girl JENNY. Imagine being able to toss one of these
guys around? You rock Jenny, only we all know who this is really
supposed to be. The one and only Queen of Babylon, without any
train hurl.
I
AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND
SCREW-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAA.
~
No
great folks, or non great ones, whatever the case may be, this
most certainly IS NOT, APRIL
27, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 1:30
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
It
is Florida, and it is Fort Pierce, only it is now the following
January, in reference to this printed material. JEEEEEEEEZ-Louise
Fonty!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess, Gurgle-Head Littlegirls Joe!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI
  Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
I
had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob
McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will
be told about this, I
PROMISE YOU THAT!
APRIL
27, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 1:30
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
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DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL:
I
AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN
LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER,
AND
THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES
T. BURRRRRR.
NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A
TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United
States freaking constitution
actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides
in great Mother Russia;
to do what he did. It
also instructs the rest of us
pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us
have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how
the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state,
huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker??????????
A
while ago, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if
they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own
reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story,
unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and
raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like
Boo.
What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy
sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands
when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally
irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big
strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell
helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he
chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were
too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I
would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the
authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the
hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing,
other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that
resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or
just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication
commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”.
Then I say after saying this, “There's no whore you want to jip if
you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot
of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won
only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and
street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL
STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister
Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story
breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get
laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me
and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter
worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN
and Mister ALEX JONES?
Sarah
didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land.
Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with
glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats
on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her
trapped. Ralph
and Sandy cry the blues,
because their queen of hell must lose. The
valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.
©
1983, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr
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This
is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my
life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really
are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't
peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45.
If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like
me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well
into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a
world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get
away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND
NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8
years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and
other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to
nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever
wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS PEEPS LIKE ME ON
CRACKPOT LISTS?
Humanity
via the internet has become what was feared by my generation half a
century ago. Humanity via the internet has become what was feared by
my generation half a century ago. Humanity via the internet has
become what was feared by my generation half a century ago. Humanity
via the internet has become what was feared by my generation half a
century ago. Humanity via the internet has become what was feared by
my generation half a century ago. Humanity via the internet has
become what was feared by my generation half a century ago. Humanity
via the internet has become what was feared by my generation half a
century ago. Humanity via the internet has become what was feared by
my generation half a century ago. Humanity via the internet has
become what was feared by my generation half a century ago. Humanity
via the internet has become what was feared by my generation half a
century ago. Humanity via the internet has become what was feared by
my generation half a century ago. Humanity via the internet has
become what was feared by my generation half a century ago. Humanity
via the internet has become what was feared by my generation half a
century ago.
If
my audience wishes to leave me, then fine. This blog as told to me
might bring me some help in my nightmare fucking life, by Eddie Lynch
and Chris Bennett, was simply NOT MEANT TO BE. I ca accept that, as I
have always had basically a fatalistic mother fucking attitude, and a
negative one as well, to quote gorgeous lovely EHT, NJ, USA
TWINBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
world is an amazing place. The world is an amazing place. The world
is an amazing place. The world is an amazing place. The world is an
amazing place. The world is an amazing place. The world is an amazing
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place. The world is an amazing place. The world is an amazing place.
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world is an amazing place. The world is an amazing place. The world
is an amazing place. The world is an amazing place. The world is an
amazing place. The world is an amazing place. The world is an amazing
place. The world is an amazing place. The world is an amazing
place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''OUUYEAH'',
AT&T, SHREEEEEEEK, big heroes!
How
did my mother fuckiGN Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason put it so well in the
early mother fuckiGN nineteen-seventies, oh yeah I remember, “I'm
impressed”. This was quite cruel, like Trump was with Mister
fuckiGN Winn that day. This lady was really up set, and Aunt Gerry
was not being kind, but nauseatingly sarcastic; at her Narberth,
Pennsylvania, USA home in Penn Valley, at 1208 Greentree Lane, YO MY
BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Yes,
the phone squeal struck me this cunt chewing morning around half past
seven or so, illegally violating my human and civil rights as a free
and born citizen of the UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA,
whatever that garbage is fuckiGN supposed to mean anymore,
YO????????????????????????????????
Well,
whether she watches the show or has an entirely different viewpoint
of a one gender only sweet-16 party, I'll say one thing for my
teen-queen SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE. No matter what she does to me, wolf
wolf wolf wolf, I will always love her so, and I need her precious
codes to show, just as I came to understand that I did in 1983. How
could a 13 year old human girl pull all that off dear world and dear
diary? Well, the answer is so simple it is ass biting. She couldn't.
I just want her to know that I fear and love her and always have and
always will, have mercy on me Triple Goddess Middie.
THANK
YOU TEEN QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world of hyperspace dreamers, I
am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown; and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal, thanks to teen-queen SJK.
Folks,
one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet can be found with one
little click of a mouse, on the link I now supply with you, below, so
enjoy it. There is more happening in the combined imaginations of
Mister Horatio and Mister Shakespeare, in their wildest dreams.
FOLKS,
THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL.
IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG.
OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE
UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON
WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE, OR
JUST THE 'SPIRIT-WORLD'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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. © ME in 1980, “Long River
Blues”, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
There
are some things that need to be said.
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There
are some things that need to be said.
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are some things that need to be said.
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There
are some things that need to be said.
Here
they mother fucking are. It's all rapped up into the
beginning 30 day period at 1802
Robin Hill Apartments,
in Voorhees, New Jersey, USA,
as this is where a lot of shit went down that several dozen folks
could not deal with; and so, they fucking left me. This
is totally obvious to even retarded little mother fucking me,
people!!!!!!!!! The
Philadelphia Media
knows and knew, even back then, and they would not have tongue
slipped that fucking day a decade ago give or take with
that New Jersey military base attack, saying ''Duma Argon'', instead
of ''Dukra Argon''.
Never forgetting anything, really helps with a clan of fucking
monsters who take away people's daughters, life journal's on
thousands of cassette tapes, and everything else for that matter,
even pieces of that great memory, but I still remember, and I plan to
tell it all, so
BRING IT FUCKING ON!
Here is where it all can be PROVED, even to JUDGE
JUDY types,
IPYT folks. Here: WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980? and a zillion duodecillion other paste in
copies won't strengthen the argument, not even if you take that to
the ninth fucking cunt trillionth exponential power of
mathematics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like
DUH, it is child's play to see it, but THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE IT,
people, don't you mother fuckiGN get it yet???????????????? If you
rerad all this shit and keep an open mind, you'll see it all from how
they want to keep the start of the story hushed because when a guy
kicks his ass kicked by a girl, then my Central Pier with Paula
nightmare comes into serious credibility. A positive one that is, FOR
ME,
so they shut that shit down faster than light through fucking kitchen
grease. And you all know that it's true!!!!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
There
are some things that need to be said. Within a few blogs, you will
understand how powerful my last 100 months really were. When this
blogging project started, I had many of my memories tampered with.
This was all planned by entities from millions of years away. Now, I
know a lot of shit I did not know back when this all began. My
situation, and perhaps yours as well once in a blue moon, is being in
the wrong place at the wrong time. One such time was in 1984, and it
all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones
says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on
my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first
letter-A removed, makes 'Orwell's 1984' prophecies from decades
before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child's game played
anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all that aside, Trump is a key player here,
but he is only a pawn in the hands of the great Almighty ISIS, and he
knows that better than anyone, and is keeping her from remembering a
lot of shit, and I am close to doing a tape reversal, and he knows
what that is all about as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
can say without a question, that even beyond my choking condition
that lasted for life, and my nightmare crossover into hell in 1986
from some weird strange ''dreaming'', that these two events, huge as
they are; both are simply existing inside of this early December of
1982 situation, at this auto repair garage place near the
intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road, in Magnolia,
New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from Robin Hill
Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it came to
doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way, focusing much
more on the two large incidents that followed my becoming connected
with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson, and then his two
side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. All this led to my losing
a reliable vehicle, my 1978 Chevy Nova, for a beat up rotten clunker
Pontiac Bonneville that looked like it belonged crushed between two
powerful electromagnets at an auto graveyard. Then this led to my
having nothing but breakdowns and monster ass car troubles, including
what led me shortly thereafter to meet the owner of the Hammonton
Texaco, a crazy wild
character by the name of ''Jerry'', who was literally, over a period
of 10 weeks or so, making my life, and the life of my mother; a
living burning nightmare fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or
could seem to help us against this horrible fucking sick young
monster, who held the power of life and death, literally over our
heads, and was actually torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways
inconceivable. Everyone needs a car, and he was keeping us from
having ours. And this all started, because
I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in springtime 1984.
Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in coincidences, when you
truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart, sir??????? All these things
are a bunch of subsets inside of a huge cosmic equation consisting of
sets of PLAYFIELDS, as was discussed back in a lot of early blogs
during my first 2 years or so online, Chris and Ed; not Muscles
Ed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
We
were but 10 and now we're old, I loved her then but I never told,
'but still', Lenny, to quote you there old L&O pal, I ask you
simply this one thing,
WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980????
DOORS
DOORS DOORS, SLAM SLAM SLAM!
HELP ME SHERIFF MASCARA AND MIZZ FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM
BONDI!!!!
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