SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD, CHAPTER 11/12--A&B

SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD IN 1983, 32 YEARS LATER

CHAPTER 00011/00012, A&B

GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!! UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!

I TOLD YOU THE MARKET WOULD FLY, AFTER THE PRE OPENING BELL MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING MORNING ASSAULT ON ME ILLEGALLY AND COVERTLY; MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI!

DON'T EVER TAKE MY WORD FOR ANYTHING, DEAR SWEET LOVABLE ADORABLE WONDERFUL OL' WORL'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hocking Hills of Logan, Ohio

Folks, and Gina from STOCK MARKET jail; WEEEEEEEEEEE, and hang in there with us poor old Huntington's, big lovely girl.

One of my very favorite old time television shows from a while ago, half a century or so; was about twin teen girls, and was called, “The Patty Duke Show”. The continuous plot on many episodes revolved around the teen girl Patty Duke, and her twin, and how they on numerous occasion would fake out other people; pretending to be the other twin. Still and all, twins are so radically different from each other on many areas, folks; and now on top of that, just imagine regular babies that grow up into adulthood, and go into life; and realize how nobody sees the very same basic world, the same. Along with this being a fascinating truth, lays the very unfortunate garbage for me; that no one believes any of my wild fish stories, as they're considered to be. There are times I will not deny, that I find myself thinking, 'GEE, if only 100 precise twins of me were right here, then someone would listen to my plight'. Well, hyperspace can pull off a miracle like that, but it is a highly unlikely event, still; weird stuff goes on, and I WAS leaving that right there, for right now, lovely LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But that ''right now'' was quite some yesterdays ago, in reference to STM and its mystical ever present true/reality. So now, I;ll move this onward, lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DDDDDDDDDDDDD, and the same old same old song, but the beat and the lyrics can be whatever you want to hear inside the drummer of your minds, people. Facts don't change, and this world is not fair, and the authorities are NOT always on the side of the angels, and you ARE correct about that, Al Sharpton, so don;t let this white garbage establishment tear you and your brothers down, my friend. No, I didn't say circus, Art Crane Antinass, but tanks for the great info back in ninety-one. Paula king tried to run us both down that day, and if you out here reading this, I know you remember her antics on that day at the super Walmart Store of Washington Township, New Jersey. Yes, why did so much horrible crap happen to me, whether I was with friends or a parent, in this exact area? Trying to run someone down is attempted murder, and then the darn police cover it all up by writing the report backwards, saying that I witnessed hearing the terror threat made by that Indian dude on 2 August in 1996, when it was my mom who heard this threat, ''I'm going to kill your son, and I'll kill you too if you don't get away from this truck''. It may be your playpen, 'JUJU'; but in all truth, the police are not always perfect, and they do write things up wrong sometimes. I love your show, but I would never want you as my judge, because if the unusual happens to happen, and to me it does, all the time; and you and Birdie would be throwing me out on my ear, before I would even get a word in edgewise. But I do love your show, and am a big fan, yet still, a realist! Gee willagars, Jimmy Stuart Cement Pookah Wabbit. Golly gash darn, US © Office, back in 1988 and near time circa, and WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Powerful forces are surrounding me. They do not have to throw me up on walls and into high mounted air conditioning units such as was done to me in my mom's apartment in 1976, for me to know the are around. They do not have to put fear in supernatural quantity into me in sufficient amounts to make me run outside and away from my apartment such was done many times in Philadelphia, in that center city apartment back in 1963. I am at an age in this lifetime or astral-dream-down, where I can feel stuff and know stuff, absolutely and fully, without suffering the direct effects of it.

The big reason for life turning on a dime, magnetically against me; late in the final days of last freaking August, is no different than at other major bumps in my monstrous road trip through hyperspace and life in the multiverse, a life just like yours folks, only you are not aware of it all, but the reasons are one reason, and the forces of all jit eyes, and all of that, is but one force, and I have labeled it way back when these blogs and tapes all got started, and I was never shy about using the label, in all of my talks and discussions; EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. I used to marvel and drool at the miracles, and it was Ron Wirtz at the CCPO in New Jersey, who told me, “It's not such a big deal when you know the trick”. The crap done to me year after year that would make all the popes in Catholic history commit suicide, all is explainable with the ESS, but still, this leaves the riddle of WHY ME, just because some powerful stuff is indeed out there somewhere, why me? YYYYY am I the target of so much of this? The only possible answer is that I am crazy or else I am the center of the universe. You would rather think, we'll go with door number one. I of course totally know that it is door number two. The only person besides me that knows this with assurance, on this Earth, is my cousin. He's not gonna' tell. So where are you when I need you, Hyundai corporation, or Walmart Shannon for that matter, Fonty-Boy?

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Like who fucking cares, Sir Trump Winn?

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Actually, he cares; more than he will ever admit!

Ladies and gentlemen, when I was ten give or take, about half a century ago, I gave a name to a place that later became a major terrorists target. I called it, THE WORLD TOWER BUILDING. A lot of things are binary codes, and these two buildings were merely another series in this manor set of items. Even the great artist of disco, Donna Summer, had a very unknown yet magical song about these twin buildings. The U.S. © Office has a copy of it, even though legally, I had no right to include it in my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES back in 1988 and 1989, but I did, as I knew I had to, via and through what Morianity calls, and has always called, STM (Space-Time-Mind).

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But the magic of number two (the binary number) is only magic if folks such as NYU's Professor Michio Kaku and myself, are correct in concluding this entire multiverse to be an upline simulation system, AKA a very fancy video-game of a sort. Otherwise, this number is just what it purports to be with no greater hidden values to it whatsoever; but I for one don't agree at all with that, and I am not able to speak for the great and mighty professor from Manhattan. I am going to update that blog entry from back in last July about number two, and its extremely powerful relationship with hyperspace. What is the most important and strongest connection to the power of the binary number, in other words, could be thought of as one of the top ten if not the top five ultimate Shakespearean questions, along with, “to be or not to be”.

As you may have guessed, this blog is doubling as a major TRS, or TODAY'S REVENGE SECRET), or me telling as many possible folks some huge secrets that my enemies don't want me telling, or you knowing. If you aren't in the mood for a heavy-tell-it blog, save reading this one for a later time in your life, great people. This is good advice, IPYT one lads and lassies!!!!

© MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG, 2006-2015

I NEED YOU AND LOVE YOU SO MUCH, DIANA, GREAT GODDESS OF LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!! FIND ME MY BLOND.

Now as told before, the feminine gender created the concept of dreaming out and away from the void nothingness and into creation, and all of us entities of right now, are basically nothing more than the probes of the most powerful and awesome entity of all, the great Jehovah, that many of you know of as by only this name, and many know by millions of other names, and I know HER as SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE.

Without Her, only void infinity would exist. Actually only void infinity DOES EXIST. This is the greatest illusion ever created, the GREAT DREAM OUT. We dream all of this as sort of. GOD'S PROBES. She is really dreaming in and through all of us. This is why electricity is truly, what many of religions think of now, as the ''HOLY SPIRIT''.

MORIANITY HAS NO SECRETS.

I have NO SECRETS!

Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-Television.

SECRETS COST ME A GREAT DAUGHTER!

IF ONLY SOME REALLY OPEN MINDED PEOPLE WOULD HAVE TH ESINCERE DESIRE TO KNOW THE REAL TRUTHS ABOUT ME AND MY TOTAL FIFTH DIMENSIONAL EXISTENCE AND STOP SEEING MY CLAIMS AS CAVE DAYS FOLKS DO, THAT I AM JUST A CRAZY CRACK POT PERSON, ALL OF SATAN'S EVIL WOULD BE MAJOR DISRUPTED PRACTICALLY OVERNIGHT. BUT WILL THIS BE THE CASE? IT TAKES NO GREAT PROPHET TO PREDICT THE ODD EVEN NUMBERED ANSWER OF THE TWO POSSIBLE CHOICES OF YES OR NO!

WOW, ''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog Snow! Yeah, Gadfly, I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who needs nasty roadkill, and murderers, all around us; when there are enough tears, and fears, and jeers, lurking all around us, and our loved ones? Sure there are two sides to all stories, I really do believe that. But WHY are there TWO sides, and why can't their ever be a one sided coin or a condition without contrast (CWC) to put it a bit better? What is so powerful about number (2), huh great folks?????????????????

Before we even start with stuff, such as controlling our 'DOUBLES' in hyperspace, as dream controller-travelers or (Type-3-Exploratrons), how can anyone miss out on the mechanics of two great things that stare all of us right smack dab in the face even if we all went blind as a fucking bat? First, there is Sir Isaac Newton and his “For every action (1) there is an equal and opposite reaction” (2). Then there is the great Buddha and his “CAUSE (1) and (2) EFFECT. Of course how could we not include the great BIBLICAL LAW OF, REAP (1) and (SOW)? And then comes good old Morianity, with parallel event; broken down into the omnidirectional truths of the A-EVENT (1), and the B-EVENT (2), and how they, unlike cause and effect, or reap and sow, and for that matter, action and reaction; DO NOT HAVE a direction in time that matters. But in all of this fuckiGN shit, ladies and gentlemen, the point is not that at all, but is the great and powerful number 2, hell, even those TWO WORDS from the cool movie of a few years back, OZ, GREAT & POWERFUL, two words, (great) (powerful), it seems a bit unescapable, am I wrong, folks???

How about these few nice whittle things, peeps?

Professor Kaku, Almighty God, day night, hot cold, life death, awake asleep, Packman videogame, Lois Foca, Sarah Krassle, Michael Mountainpen, Mark Mohr, Twin Towers, Hyper Space, Fire Alarm, computer hackers--------------------------------------------AND-------------

We could go on about ten straight mother fuckiGN years, TWO times over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I am not saying that really advanced TRAVELERS, or (T3E), cannot indwell and take a dominant control of varying degrees, over other items besides just their HYPERSPACE-TWINS or 5-D doppelgangers, BUT the majority of the ESS, indeed does use a doppelganger or (double of themselves) to manipulate and semi-dominate. And for all those mother fuckiGN bastards the world over, who endlessly love to say to me; I might be tempted to believe in your crazy shit there, Mountainpen, if you could just produce a good few reasons for WHY this would all be going down; let me REMIND YOU OF WHAT I'VE SPOKEN OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER FOR MORE THAN 9 YEARS OF THESE BLOGS NOW!!!!

This does not require rhyme and reason, IT IS A GAME, no different than your computer and video games of the late 20^th and into this dam 21^st century, kind people, YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Can you even just TRY TO GET IT, some of you, it doesn't need to make sense or be logical??? It is NOT LOGICAL, it is a fucking huge COSMIC DAM GAME!!! DO YOU G-E-T----I-T----Y-E-T?

WHEEESHUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODDESS ALMIGHTY IT IS BEYOND FUCKING aggravating to be in my predicament. Won't any of you WAKE UP? Can't any of you see the major fuckiGN shit this nine year blog is all about? Why won't a soul contact me, YYYY??? Jesus fucking Christ Almighty Goddess!!!!!!!!!

How can people think this thing with me and this family, and this thing with me and that fuckiGN stock market; and on and on and on and on and on; is NOT REAL, AND SO HUGE IT CARRIES THE DAM WEIGHT OF THE COSMOS? HOW IN GODDESS' NAME???????????????

HOW CAN YOU READ SHIT LIKE THIS BELOW, AND TELL ME THAT 1000 FUCKING EINSTEIN MINDS COULD MAKE IT ALL UP IN A MILLION YEARS, WHAT ARE YOU NUTS????????????

MORIANITY PART VII, CHAPTER XVI

THIS IS A PIP---AKA A PASTE-IN-PAGE.

Well, my wonderful lovely Timeless Satellite gang who came back to watch me and even mess with me, but not to take me off this world to my transdimensional freaking satellite; I HAVE TOLD YOU THAT THE STOCK MARKET WILL CLIMB AND NEVER EVER STOP CLIMBING, JUST AS LONG AS WALL STREET MAFIA FORCES, CAN ENDLESSLY MAKE MY PATHETIC LIFE A BURNING NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING HELL. SO FAR IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING MONSTER HORRIFIC YEAR OF 2014, THIS STATUS QUO, AS WE SAID IN GREECE A COUPLE THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS AGO; IS CONTINUING QUITE UNRELENTINGLY, AND IS RIGHT ON THE MONEY.

Pictures are always worth a thousand words, as the old saying goes. Morianity IS NOT THE INVENTOR of that great little sentence of major wisdom.

Jim Burr did not trust me; yet it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret meeting, with my mom, and Elsie, and him; that day in the summer time of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. OH SHIT

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT!!!

AND THIS IS JUST ONE YEAR AGO, MY BLOGS ARE 9+.

JANUARY 3, 2014,

FRIDAY NIGHT AT 9:00

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 62 DEGREES FNHT.

TITLE OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------

“THE MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN IN 1986”

After the time that I double-techno-pooped my ''YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER'' song, on August the twenty-eighth, and now early as 2014 comes in; a child can see that my wonderful family, and that of my wonderful awesome daughter; WAS MOST OF MY BLOG'S audience all along. Since I have recently pissed them off; they no longer come up here.

Month one (JANUARY) is always equal to the numbers for the year itself.

2014 DATE-----TOTAL BOTBARS-----TOTAL DAYS-----MPB

JANUARY 01----------00------------------------------01-------------00

JANUARY 02----------01------------------------------02-------------50

JANUARY 03----------02------------------------------03-------------67

Fucking folks; things are 'very very very' INGRID BAD, YO! If they do not improve, then fucking SUICIDE IS MY ONLY FUCKING WAY OUT OF THIS MONSTER ASS MESS OF BLOODY WASHCLOTHS. WASH THAT OFF DRUGGIE SKELATIN DAVID! My death is still the fault of these miserable monsters, all of them, and remember what that rotten fucking ANN KING SAID TO ME IN THAT TRINIDAD TAXICAB LETTER TO ME, IN MIDDLE JANUARY OF 2010, ALMOST FOUR FUCKING YEARS AGO; AS BAD AS THINGS ARE FOR YOU, WITH HER FRIENDS AND CONNECTIONS IN ATLANTIC CITY, THINGS CAN GET A LOT WORSE FOR ME. SHE WAS CAREFUL, BUT WAYV COUSIN PAULA KING WOULD MOST DEFINITELY TAKE THAT AS A PERSONAL THREAT. SOMEDAY, I WILL POST STUFF UP THAT NONE OF YOU THINK I HAVE, ONTO YOUTUBE. JUST WAIT, COCK KNOCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO BREATHE EASY, MY FRIEND REGIS PHILBIN, YO. We all get our day in the sun; or was that just another fucking lie, fed to us slaves, by our wealthy owner WALL STREET MAZZERS, WO WO WO WO WO WO??????

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!

HELP ME PEE, YOU'VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, 2013, and now it is JANUARY 3, 2014. WHERE RU!!!!!!

HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, NJ-USA | County News | News Videos | Photo Gallery | Directions | Calendar | A - Z | HomeContact Search Site: Health Social Services Recreation & Leisure Public Safety County Government Planning & Infrastructure Financial Assistance Education & Employment EGG HARBOR CITY'S SECRET DAWN LAUGHING KING'S MAGIC SCHOOL OF GRINS AND TAUNTS, GOOD OLD HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, AHA-AHA-AHA, REAL FUNNY. NOW YOU ARE IN DREAM-LAND! FOLLOW HER AK.

Come on PEE, where are you?

You saw it all; Sam at Highview.

MOUNTAINPEN, THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE AND OBVIOUS, YOU MORON. THE VERY SAME EXACT PLACE THAT ALL OF YOUR EXTREMELY AWESOME WONDERFUL TRANSDIMENSIONAL DAUGHTERS ARE. TEASING YOU, AND MAKING YOUR ROTTEN LIFE A LIVING HELL FOR 34 YEARS. BUT HOW COULD YOU SEE THIS A MONTH INTO MOVING INTO 1802 ROBIN HILL? QUIT BLAMING YOURSELF, YOU FUCKING IMBECILE.

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Maintenance man Sam, son of policeman of Williamstown, in 1996, back in June; I know that you saw this all go down, and the only goddess dam thing that was missing on that dam day, was a balcony, and a green dress!

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Thanx to the shadows.

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Thank you for all of the nightmare; American Julia Roberts Telephone and Telegraph flatliners Company Club of all great 1990's movies! To break the code, ASK JULIA or TELL ROBERT B2M!

ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? Can't their blind eyes ever see, my old boss at the RPL Sound Studios?

People can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and even who really gave us all THE INTERNET! Right now, Professor Kaku and his NCC-CLOUD makes the most sense in my life, but things are a little more than just a net-cloud or a simulation, or even an upline that cycles around due to lawtronic circus trees from the jokes of David C. Roth, oh GAP unbelievers, Sargent Trollio and Constable McMeekan. Oh Professor, I sure hope you never fucking incur the wrath of MY all mighty GAP daughter's, either one of them. But as for the fifth dimension, well sir; last night and into early this morning, I got the crap beat out of me, and before that I was told major unbloggable things. I learned in 1994 that when shit happens in the nocturnal to keep the language old cave days style, then things as they did in 1986 and 1994, go super fuckiGN kaployee the next day, and WOW am I rarely if ever disappointed in my fore knowledge and predictive abilities, mister Clarence Harris, of Sicklerville, New Jersey, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I took lovely Diana the goddess of lightning, to such a lovely waterfall just a few billion miles outside of Ricktown, and we had a beyond wonderful time, but then I eventually fell back into hyperspace and before arriving here again, as we all do, I was in that universe where I live in the Roundhouse Manor that over here is the Roundhouse Museum, that many have heard me make mention of quite a bit before I left New Jersey in December of 2009, and my buddy was the curator and the author of a great book, called, “Secrets of the Museum”, and his name is Roy Carl Weiler Senior. You need to get and read this beyond cool and fantastic book should you be reading this blog and not yet have read it. IPYT my wonderful people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After a short time in this place, I was inside this other me and was told that in 1986, I too while at 1931 Marlton Pike in cherry Hill, New Jersey; also was inside of this doppelganger-me in that parallel reality. This is where James Earl Carter was on the boardwalk of Atlantic City, and confirmed that I WAS DEAD, after I said to him, for reasons I doubt I'll ever really understand, that I was indeed dead. His words to me were, “I know”. It was two years later when I heard these same words on my telephone, only not from Mister Carter, but from the coolest loveliest lab technician on Planet Earth. This would take years to get into all of the specifics, but in this wild 'dream' of early this morning, and before awakening to all fucking hell breaking loose; I was being told this by a voice in my library in this huge home where over here in this universe, is nothing at all like it is over there. I remember asking who was talking to me, and it would only answer me as the powerful Exploratronic Supermind Society. Well, at least over there, it speaks audibly. Actually, it had a similar sound to the jerk off that told me in my mom's apartment back in 1976, “You want the word, go to the word”. Shortly after this, my old pal who in this universe I have not seen since the end of the seventies while living in a rented home in Blackwood, New Jersey, owned by a mobster named Tony Crissafulli; Bruce Pennock; opened the door, or one of several doors to the library in this huge home, and he said to me, “Oh I see you're playing with the KFP machine again”. I kept trying to tell him it was coming from nowhere or no machine, and he kept laughing and saying, “BULLSHIT” over and over and over, and I was starting to think I had made friends with the kid in the Jane Fonda and Henry Fonda movie, called “Frozen Pond”
and remember thinking that very thought. Microsucks Corporation is annoying me with their Lightbulb-Hack, that keeps going off about some stupid fuckiGN ass correction that does not even pertain to anything that I am typing. Gee, I wonder why, MY. Well, I of course cannot say for sure that she gets all weird with hacking my computer, but I do know that ever since I put that 2008 double CD, and yes, it was a DOUBLE-CD, into the machine, even though it was not this machine, things all changed, and lots of hacking started, as well as the dreams, or maybe the dreams were first, but in all honesty, I am not working up a big lather worrying about it, as SHE is going to do whatever SHE wants, and as SHE said that day on her favorite sky scraper building, or one of her friends did, whatever, “SHE RULES”. What are the odds that I was the only one meant to get that message in its full impacted meaning, and then DID? Probably around close to powerball lottery odds or even higher would be my guess. Anyway, I took a couple of right crosses in my wild experience and remember her telling me that she's watching me very closely, in all universes. I am sure she is.

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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THIS HAS BEEN A DAY OF LOTS OF GROUND SIEGE, ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI, MA'AM!

If I had been out or even looked out, who knows what would have been up in the sky, but I was awakened shortly before Wall Garbage Street's opening bell, at just past nine this morning, to major fire alarm testing, and no notices were at my door, as I opened my door and carefully checked to see, and there was a big nada-zilch-zip bag of early nineties Wonder Bread, and nothing else! But then I am not Gomez Adams, noon ativan pronounced weirdly through STM, or a million other Atlantic City related nightmarish things that we'll be getting into as this goes along, IPYT!

SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD IN 1983, 32 YEARS LATER

CHAPTER TWELVE

Perfect Day Posted By: David Jackson 2014-01-05 Pensacola Beach, Florida, USA

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81 realities make up all the truth comprised inside of five dimensions of time and hyperspace. IPYT people. These are called by KITTY-GAGA, from distant hyperspace locations, “Private-Cosmicoded-Numbers, or PCN's for short. For a few, they don't know about this, but many on my blogs do indeed know exactly what this is all about. I will be re-telling and adding major fucking shit, so please don't worry about that, wonderful folks, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Four extremely powerful ones out of the 81 total of them, are PCN-550, PCN-871, PCN-231, and PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-660. However, this is just tapping ever so gently onto a mile thick frozen pond, without any Sleazy weeds or disease or bad one numbers to sweat over, huh lovely Lynn Heitzmann from 1972???????????????????? Tell Jerry I kept my promise to him if you ever can, Marie. He'll know what you're talking about to this day, as long as you relay this message to him, from me, Mark Wayne Mohr, from the other Non-Harrah non Atlantic City, non parallel universe, SOKE-WARD. Break that one down, oh ''GAP'' Mister Ciancio, and Mister Blackboards Smith!!!!!! W-O-W, here comes another mother fucking FIRE ALARM GOING OFF IN THIS WONDERFUL GAP P.H. BUILDING, AT 601 AVENUE B IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, PAM, MA'AM, MIZZ FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL. But the persecution was all day today. First this fire alarm testing, then loud neighbor noise and a party this afternoon in one of my neighboring garbage units, and lots of little nit shit. I know that the ''GAP-TAWF'' is doing all of this to me, Mizz Bondi, just in case you remotely could care less!!!!!!!!! Tell Mister Ciancio for me please, “What good would it have done me if I had furthered my education, as it all has been set up against me a million fucking years before humans ever existed on this planet”?

I know all my big lovely DEE-DEE hawks and ravens can hear me. They love swooping around my window here, a lot. I would feed you if the law allowed me to, my big gorgeous birds, you all know that. SSJKK tells them all the things that I ask her to tell them, kind people.

TWEET-TWEET-TWEET, “The alarm was just deactivated by good old ENGINE-15, at 5:57 PM”.

I AM GETTING VERY SICK AND TIRED OF THIS ICPE-APE FUCKING SHIT BEING DONE TO ME BY THIS VICIOUS ARMY FROM MOTHER FUCKING HELL, JUST TO KEEP A MAJOR BULLISH STOCKMARKET ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING ROARING AND RAGING, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SHARED BY MOUNTAINPEN on the BOM.

Please colorize me, Jimmy NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, Stuart.

OH THANK YOU, I AM SO HAPPY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay this may not be early July of 1969 on Tennessee Avenue, but being darker verses having color, now this is beginning to get ''vely vely intelesting'', is it not, Bob McDowell? Speaking of my old pal who became Chairman Director of the Federal Communications Commission, when he went from boy to man, Mister Daniel Mackey; ouch my ears you endlessly crashing 'cymbals', but I also was attacked before I began this blog around five this evening give or take some few minutes, by a huge computer hack attack, from the early eighties, Lattisaw Jack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You missed me, Jane Shit Notfondauonebit!!!!!!!!!

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MY BLOG AUDIENCE:

I love you LIGHTNING. Don't ever leave me my beautiful blond! PWEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LIGHTNING LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS; MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I will take you to a lovely waterfall later on, and we will be together forever, or until my waking body here calls me back to this part of hyperspace, oh baby blond love doll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 21, 2015,

WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT 6:29,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 78%, FEELING LIKE 67.

RANGE SO FAR (H-77/L-52).

WINDS ARE NE AT 3, GUSTING TO 9.

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About me

Gender	Male
Industry	Non-Profit
Occupation	paranormal researcher
Location	Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Fun is replaced with 'intense'.
Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	Gone with the wind, The winds of war, Time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother.

Also, at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry for my bad attitude, beautiful Twinbay, JEEEEEEEEEEZ!

THE JUPITER INLET CAM OF THE GAP WEATHER BUG, YO!

Folks, I have learned a thing or two trillion, since August of 1986; but in all that I have come to know; I still am powerless to reverse what this all was, that I did back there, when Jimmy Carter said to me on the boardwalk of Atlantic City, after I hollered over to him with such fervor and certainty, “I'm dead Mister President”. Back 'where' some ask me? A parallel universe. What do I mean? Am I some hyperspace traveler with some fancy machine hidden away under somebody's secret cellar? NOPE-NOPE-NOPE-NOPE, Mister Jimmy Wonderful Life Stuart, big fish all not withstanding. This is not some big fish, or some big fish tale, good folks. We ALL ARE TRAVELERS, we sleep and we dream, and we dream in other parallel realities, and you all know this without me telling it to you and reminding you of this in your consciousness. You know it, and you know you don't need me to say a dam word. You may refuse to believe what's going on, but a thousands years ago, the church that was casting out demonic activities from screamers and cutters did not yet understand truths about Doctor Sigmund Freud or mental illness study yet, either. Call me a liar, a deluded asshole, or whatever, or believe me, but in any case, I totally promise you that I have experienced stuff in my own personal life, more than sufficient to make the claim here, that without one bit of trepidation or equivocation; ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! ''I know''! And on top of that, I have my wonderful daughter at age two saying this to me over a telephone, when she was 16 years older than the voice she spoke with, and 100+ miles away, and these things just cannot happen, President Trump, not unless the ESS is very very very Ingrid Reale or just plain REAM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ 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

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, DAD and DAWN-MARIE KING, IS IT Cousin McGuire, or Cousin Callio? Make up your dam mind; oh great and powerful Mister McGettigan, and wonderful awesome Burger King Disbeliever, Ann King. I told you I was gonna' run away, why wouldn't you mother fucking listen and believe me, sweetie??????

I also told dam ass lovely sweet GIANT-GINA some things, that all came to pass, YO!!!!!!!!!

GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!

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Like Boo. Where art thou?

Please make this all stop; ALL HOT HOSE L&O-TV BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, Mizz Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so very much.

ONLY THE OPENING TITLE ANNOUNCEMENT IS REAL. All the rest is the fake steak, from the world of GAP technology; and of course, all of the great synthesized nineteen-eighties techno-pop. Not just my shit, WEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Are all great lighthouses, and structures of similar design, however; dedicated to all great throat specialists???? This perhaps was the greatest question that Mister Shakespeare ever pondered on, nearly a half millennia ago, next to the one about, ''to be or not to be''. Is a 'WOW' good here; or can I talk gorgeous Flo of Progressive Insurance Company, into some sprinkles and jimmy's, on my ice cream cone?

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.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. Or maybe, it will be a very interesting next few millennia, great folks!

YOU'RE HOPEFULLY ENJOYING,

AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

WITH A SHORT LITTLE POST SCRIPT!

APRIL 5, 2014,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:47,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.

The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey, it all becomes filled with static and chaos allover again. BUT NOT WITH THE NUMBER 2, THAT IS AS BIG OF A CONSTANT AS THE SPEED OF FUCKING LIGHT, IPYT people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA.

When we first learn to become REAL-DREAMERS, and not just a society who gets sleepy, and is merely along for the ride each night, and caught in the overwhelming currents of hyperspace without any control over them at all; well, this is when we are five-dimensional beings. Julia the great told me this, and honey cakes, I know you are JULIA WHITE, and I know you were there in 1997 when I came down to see you on the Black Horse Pike of Atlantic City. But only one percent of the population are the ESS, and this is, hold onto your hats, slow-poke-getter's; but this is why Alex Jones, sir; one percent of the world, to quote my GAP older daughter, “RULES”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On top of this, 99 percent of travelers are only capable of manipulating their own doppelganger. This is why number-2 is so major urgent to all of us. It depicts THE ULTIMATE TRUTH, it shows us like a glittering neon fuckiGN sign with a peta-watt of blinding power, just what is happening in this cosmos, or better said, just what IS COSMOS, namely, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, or the ESS; and all of this, is also why quantum physics knows, that without MIND, there can be no reality to space-time, hence the soon to be realized and recognized, STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND) no matter who wants to NOT BELIEVE IN THESE TRUTHS of beyond wisdom and power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A DOUBLE-REAOSN FOR MY NOT LIKING

THAT MOTHER FUCKING MONTHLY COUNT.

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There needs to be more up here if you want to know the full how-to stuff, people. I won't tell unless you show me that you really are interested, and this rotten count shows me that YOU ARE NOT!!!!!!!! I am just following YOUR DRUM BEAT kind folks.

Audience

NIGHTY-NIGHT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!