SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF 2-22-2015
Saturday was a super BOTBAR DAY, and when I was out
on my shopping errand a few days ago, this MAJOR MILF MUFF HUFFING
MILITUFORCE began this beyond wild UTILITY ASSAULT ON me and my CIVIL
RIGHTS as a FREE BORN UNITED STATES CITIZEN. It started by fucking up
my car stereo again which had not happened in a year or so, then my
second cunt lapping assault was almost having a fucking fire in my
apartment, and for no reason, a broken electrical outlet; and then
finally, while trying to post a blog up to the internet and to the
Blogger Dot Com Web-Site about 24 hours ago or so, my internet
explorer system kept shutting down and was totally hacked and ruined.
For whatever reason it was down and nothing I did would rectify this
nightmare situation, and I tried every bell and whistle of every
program, scanning and troubleshooting, going into the internet
network, you name it and I tried it, and it failed. They stopped me
from posting my blog for a solid day.
Dave Smith, my teacher
at the Cooley Hall special-education school, back in the autumn of
1970, said something one afternoon to me, that was every bit as mind
blowing to me back then, as was what Richard Marcucci said to me
there also, back around a year before that, in the autumn of 1969. I
cannot beat you or defeat you Misses Marola, obviously, as with or
without your memories, such as in the life as Jesus the Messiah
(Christ), when you knew who were you were in the flesh, Jehovah my
love; you still have all of your great power and authority over me
and the creation or your lovely dollhouse. I am only here to serve
you, and you will tease me and play all of your wild and outlandish
games with me forever and forever. I cannot stop you from making my
life as Mark Wayne Mohr a living burning breathing nightmare hell. I
just hope that this brings you some kind of satisfaction and peace,
knowing you have successfully tortured to death, the one who loves
you so much that he would die a trillion agonizing deaths for you if
that's what you wish on me so much.
FEBRUARY
22, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 4:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 56 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-58/L-54)
HUMIDITY
IS 97%, WIND CHILL IS 55 DEGREE.
WIND
IS BASICALLY NONE AT ALL.
You are all a bunch
of total fucking assholes. Viewers who read and scoff, enemies who
think that they can better know how to endlessly injure and destroy
me, and on and on and on and on and NOT-DON! You all just dream on,
kind wonderful people, whoever you may all be, and few ye are.
Everything I tell about me and my life, I want told, and if you think
that this helps you to hurt me all the more, then cool, you go right
on ahead with that little game plan and philosophical ideology. This
is not the blog that I was going to put up. That doesn't matter right
now. Other things do. I hold absolutely no resentment for those in
the flesh, living life here and now, and clueless to stuff beyond
what they are able to see, hear, touch, smell, and feel. You know you
can't see or be aware of a high voltage wire. It might be cold with
no flow, and you'd be perfectly safe to grab it. Then again, it might
be carrying a few septillion electrons from Canada to America. You
won't be able to know by looking at it. Well, actually you will know
by hearing the clicks. Oh boy, thank you so much Microsoft, and what
would I do without you? Pretty lightbulb, guys. So maybe that was not
a good example, but take a less powerful power line like the 220
receptacles in your home, to run things like the climate control unit
that the Milituforce broke. You have no way other than for a
volt-test-meter, to see if the wire is hot or cold. You can touch it,
and you might live long enough to feel it, before you keel over and
see the most beautiful tall blond you could ever imagine.
Why
this is happening to me, great wonderful Sheriff Ken Mascara, I am so
clueless that I might as well be a little buzzing honey bee working
ever so busily on a pretty garden of flowers. Yes, they don't miss a
trick, do they Kenny? You have to admit sir, they really are good. It
used to wow me a lot until ADA Wirtz up in Camden, New Jersey, at the
CCPO told me early in the nineties, sir, that once you know the
tricks, what they are doing to me loses a lot of its mystical power
completely. He is so right, sheriff sir. Really great. I love it! It
proves my stories are all so true and real, hopefully for some day
way down the line before I am successfully murdered, where all of
this together just might lead to my total vindication, and my
reputation for being a total crackpot cleared and expunged once and
for all. So I dare to dream, and tell Twinbay that for me, if you
would, sir. Yes sir, Sheriff, my two great teachers, Mister Smith and
Mister Marcucci and not in that order of chronology. And misses
Marola was before either of them. Whenever I say anything or even
begin to, that the ESS does not like, one of many things are hacked
on the mouse, the keyboard, both, or some other part of what makes
these PC systems tick. The big hack tonight is to make the first word
of sentences not capitalize. This activates an auto-correction by the
Open-Office program, as well as a reminder prompt to do it correctly
each time, hence the lightbulb icon. I am pushing the shift key to
capitalize, but somehow they hack it, and it comes out as a small,
and then this lightbulb comes dancing on the screen. But if it is not
that, it is this, and if it is not this or that, it is that other
thing, and so on and so god dam forth, kind people. I can't win. I am
fighting an endless just sixteen year old female all powerful entity,
who calls me THAT BOY, and has always been playing her games with me,
throughout forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and
ever, and you get it. I gave up trying to know why she was here as
Sarah; and the Jesus thing makes much more sense. She can bounce in
and out of Sarah Callio, Dawn King, and so many others, but those two
were the main ones that she
hyper-flashed into, that caused me to
lose my life forever in this lifetime as
Mark Wayne Mohr. All I had was gone; all
things, all people on my side, all of it; gone forever, and nobody
cares in the least little bit what this great teen goddess has done
to me. They won't even consider the remotest possibility that I could
be indeed telling all of you the total truth all these none years in
my mother fuckiGN blogs. Oh sure yeah right, I just decided to make
all this hellish shit up for no reason at all nine years ago, and
stick to it with utter quintessential tenacity. The biggest thing
that I had to recently come to a mental rationalization about, was
how and why Dawn, who always liked me a lot, right up to the second I
moved in with her and Ann, suddenly turned on me on a total fucking
dime. When she took the dog that ann insisted on getting rid of,
lovely Midge; to a farm right down the street from where I lived in
Blue Anchor, at Guthrie Short's great mansion, in most of 1998 and
1999, and up through Halloween Day, what else, in 2000, how could
Jehovah have possibly known, in a life where she does not remember
much and thus does not have too much of her almighty power; know
where to look for Midge, and buy her from them? Then there were times
when PP would turn on me like a dam demon. Only he knew where my open
reel was placed out onto the street in Pine hill. SSJKK in present
day flesh form had someone go and pick it up there. She wanted both
that machine, and that dog. She already
HAS THAT BOY. There's no dam escape for
me; not ever. She even used my 1983
'GITYA' tune very cleverly, to send me that powerful awesome message,
fourteen years later. BRRRRRRRR that
other night did indeed get cold here. WOW, she knows all things,
decades ahead of time, over and over. Forget about the TBC, MC-fans,
that is just a little bit of child's play for her greatness. Anyone
who underestimates this unlimited goddess, is a fool. We all have
countless doubles, and most of us or all of us have some who use us
from time to time to not just dream benignly through, but as vehicles
for their manipulation and control, in order to accomplish their
agendas, goals, motives, and desires, whatever they may be. Nothing
anywhere is more covert-ops that this ESS and learning this powerful
secret and becoming adept at using the art behind it all.
Once
you examine all I have taught to the best of my limited wimpy
ability, regarding hyperspace, and exploratrons, and the ESS; many
should start to get some idea of what is happening to me. If Dawn
changed on a dime, why did she, or who jumped into her from another
parallel that is so advanced that they do not have the limitations on
them anymore, to merely dream-indwell doubles of themselves only, but
go into anything, anyone, any machine, any electrical system,
mechanical system, and so on. This is the truly advanced
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, and by no means are the average practicing ones.
In a military ops, this could be sort of compared to the top brass;
the generals, maybe the majors; and all other lower ranks are merely
in it, with far less power to make it work. They can only do
doppelgangers (doubles) of themselves. Before you so quickly discount
this, there are two things here that should make you not be such a
quick draw McGraw about it. Math backs up parallel universes and near
infinite amounts of them where anything we can even think of, has to
exist or we wouldn't have ever been able to have those thoughts or
energetic equivalents of transdimensional inter-motion. This is what
keeps gravity at certain strength levels in all universes, in a
perfectly 5-D balanced system, so that all of this near virtually
limitless life can exist and even come to thrive, over countless
ages, and eons. IPYT. Here comes my (`~HACK), Bob FCC McDowell, old
pal, and Chairman of the B.O.D. You really looked great on TV the
other day, my pal, you haven't changed hardly at all, my friend.
This
is how they did all of this to me, nothing else can possibly all fit.
I cannot beat them, I cannot beat this. The ESS if you remember
folks, wanted me to go to where, a while back in a parallel universe
that you'd all see as a wild and vivid dream, but the COMCAST CABLE,
up a windy hilly grassy dirt road. Don't forget little details about
me and my life story, please, you will miss the real action that is
all leading up to what historians and many more, call, Armageddon.
This is no joke, and I assure you Captain Jim Gary Wildeyes Pals
Kirk, THIS IS NO DAM ASS
DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So tell me, is THIS
the equation, great Android Rock and Nurse Chapel Rotten-Berry of the
Bluecran Transdimensional HELL?
Beautiful blond, my blood will be on all the hands of
those who stood idly by and allow me to get illegally destroyed. This
has been an organized discernable pattern of three or more decades of
time now. My blood will cry up from the ground soon, demanding
vengeance and justice, and I promise You That. (IPYT)
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
PAM
BONDI, MAHM, please, THESE PRICKS ARE KILLING ME, I swear and attest
to the truth of my statement here, under LEGAL FULL PENALTIES OF
PERJURY!!!!!!!!!
It
is time for a few more updates and details on why I
begin playing with voices and tape recorders, and just how this wild
mighty MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON
fits
into all of this.
COMCAST
CABLE,
HAS
BEGUN TO PUT COPYGUARD MACROVISION
ON
THEIR TRANSMISSION. You are not able to make a tape with a blank
video VHS tape, or any kind of recording digital or analogue.
To see which channels do this, prove it for yourself, folks. Connect
up any recorder to your television, and rather than wait and wonder
as the picture dims and fades out and in and gets all screwed up,
just hit your screen display counter on your recorder machine. As
soon as you surf to a channel that illegally is charging you and yet
stopping you from making your own video, which you paid the right for
in the monthly bill for your TV service as well as hidden costs that
are kicked back to the music and movie industries every time you buy
any recording machine or any kind of tape or disc or any analogue or
digital retrieval medium. YOU PAY FOR THIS, yet they are stopping
you. ICPE-TECK is the reason they did this, anything that they can do
to make these markets reach that 17,000-mark, by the end of March,
JUST AS I MOTHER FUCKING TOLD YOU, LOVELY ARM-BREAKER 1998 GINA!!!
Don't listen to me folks, but can see I have been right all along for
over nine mother fucking cock sucking years now, there is no denying
what is right up in your cunt lapping face! SSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOO
just whassup with all of this, Mister Arthur Crane, and old pal, Bob
McDowell? Is this legal, great chief of the
FCC???????????????????????????
As
much as the Milituforce tried to get me to lose my apartment and be
thrown out on the street, I sign my recirt papes on Monday morning,
in Debra Marotto's office. Now I am safe for one more year. No one
can have any real security, not unless they are in income brackets
that my fragile weak puny mind can't even wrap my fucked up sanity
around. Funny how my god dam father warned me of all of this, like he
knew it for a fact, and was here. He was on that great Battleship,
the Eldridge, during the invisibility
experiment.
He knew about the future Star Trek movies in major detail, 8-12 years
before they ever were made. I bear and attest witness to this, and
will swear to this in open court, under full penalty of perjury. Try
me, FEDS, or anyone out here, YO!
Here
was my last assault that was close to being this fucking bad, nearly
a year ago, see the PIP, please folks.
MARCH
28, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:28
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
Today is one of my
mother fucking SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
major illegal
strike
is on me, by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE,
A UTILITY ASSAULT, AND OF COURSE, THE ICPE-SEABOTTOM, HAS THE
DOW JONES MARKETS 100 MOTHER FUCKING POINTS UP TO NEAR RECORD HIGHS.
I TOLD YOU IT WILL FUCKING REACH THE 17 THOUSAND POINT MARK BEFORE
APRIL ROLLS AROUND, DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE ME, SEE IF ANY SKIN FALLS
OFF OF MY NOSE. ALSOO MY HEALTH WAS STRUCK LAST NIGHT HARD, AND I
STILL AM ALL FUCKED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
I
HAVE WITNESSES TO THIS IF THEY STILL ARE ALIVE, know about my wild
DREAM where lightning came to me in 1984 and said to me, quote,
“Little boy, that is my number, 3 to the power of three, 27, and
then after hearing her voice, the same one I sent to the © Office in
1988 where she said, “I KNOW”, she had me standing at the Golden
Nugget Hotel and Casino in Atlantic city that now is where the HILTON
CASINO stands, same building; her lightning had come in from the
roof, down through every floor, and she struck the number on the
display layout at the roulette table where I was playing the game in
this WILD DREAM. Ask Evelyn, Jimmy
Dean, or Cuzz Christine Myers if
she is 'still-alive', to use a 'mortal world word'. And then if not,
ask HANDS WASHING DAVID, or his pal
DEEZY SLIM, from the mighty and
wonderful YOUTUBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!
PLEASE
ARCHIVE BLOG FROM 2006-2011, SO IT ALL MAKES SENSE:
THANK
YOU.
There
will be a horrible earthquake that will indeed kill a very lot of
people. I am sorry to have to demonstrate my power, but I have
seemingly been left no mother fucking choice, kind people!
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I
hope this quake won't inconvenience this world too fucking milf
jumping much, but hay JAJA-E, what can I say dude?
Now
remember great ladies and gentlemen, that:
''NOTHING
LASTS FOREVER''.
Of
course 'forever' is just a silly illusion that exists inside of a
very few spatial dimensions, but who's counting; 1969 Russ Thaxton,
and 1982 Adam Pandora???? My sane mind is not quite equalized to the
sanity levels of 1981 when the song was written,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
I
AM REAL FUCKING SICK OF THESE GOD DAM THINGS!
BOTBAR
BOTBAR
BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR
BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR
BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR
BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR BOTBAR!!!!!!!
WHEN
MY DAM LIFE IS FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT THESE, I MAY AS WELL STAND ON
A STREET CORNER, JUST SCREAMING OUT,
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
until
the dam cops arrest me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
repeat, but you all are not getting it yet!!!
Watch
the market FLY the rest of the week, the damage is done!
I
WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE
OF FUCKING HORRORS.
I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me
yet.
FUCK
THIS EVIL ASS ROTTEN WORLD.
MY
BLOOD IS ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS, FBI, HOUSING AUTHORITY, ALCU, WORLD
COURT AT THE HAGUE, VATICAN CITY. YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO
ME, AND YOU ARE NOT FUCKING STUPID PEOPLE!!!!!!! MY
BLOOD WILL BE AVENGED,
AND TAKE THAT ANY WAY YOU WISH TO!!!!!
What
a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and brake dance, and
all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than
100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major
mother fucking SCOTT
RANSOM
on me; destroying
my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten
stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!!
Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd
Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson
Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just
bring me your wonderful strobing
light,
and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS
MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma
Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this
happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough
mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to
one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE,
so
give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA
AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles
Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word, WOW?
I
am not here to belittle great works of art and literature and all the
rest of it. Still, when I eventually get the word out in detail, of
the biggest dot connecting map in the known universe, even Sergeant
Joe Friday of the Los Angeles Police Force will be collecting dead
bull's ears. I know why these major off the cunt chewing utility
persecutions go off the scale from time to time, just as I know
August of all six-decade years are going to be disasters for me on
scales so astronomical, no one below high engineering math levels,
would even understand another word I would type out. So yes, Mister
Macy,
I may
see
things too late, and out of normal running time; but when I start to
really get stuff; I get it on levels that would wipe out kings and
gods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not bragging, any more than would be a
bird, by flying, Mister Kentboy Smallville. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
I may not know where shadows dwell by day, but I remember many a long
winter night, alone in a New Jersey apartment, back in the very early
seventies; trying so desperately hard to find my lost Sarah, knowing
all along, that she was no normal human being.
THIS
PARTICULAR
WRITING
TERMINATES
NOW.
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
“W—O—W”????
Ninety
four and a third fucking QUADRILLION times, I've heard echoing in my
mind since late in 1971, your bullshit to me, Mister McNulty,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!
just
bring me your wonderful strobing light, before you turn me into
Mashell Tanner or some other dam twin, great MIDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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Hay
Marcus and Letty!
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