I TRIED TO ESCAPE
ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER 18
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2015
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR.
Somebody
once was illegally selling one of my songs, and his name is Kevin
Moore, from Long Island, where he was born. It is called, I've been
told by reading that WFMU-RADIO internet-page on me, “The
Christ Android”.
One big bang, huh Elcapitan Picard Dulegender Planetstrand????? Well,
one big let down as usual, Uncle non PEEJ-DEEJ Jesse of Frisco!
But
this will take us to some indisputable logic, my good folks. If you
can argue it with me, legitimately and not by being moronic or plain
out stupid about it, I'd definitely welcome comments. Thank you, all.
My blog is right here and available.
If
you think this has stopped me from trying to prove major stuff, you
can think again. I can rework a lot of my old arguments as well as
make plenty of fresh new ones that are totally absolutely legit. You
of course remain free to agree or disagree, as always, with any or
all of the things that will be told. How nice! But some things
couldn't change if you paid them infinite sums of money to do just
that. I call it the incorrigible syndrome (TIS). Oh tis-tis-tis!
I
can offer up a thousand examples but who has time to read for hours
on end? This one sort of proves my point real nice and quick, and
happens to be a very available PIP for me to access, so here it is,
great people. ''Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old
fucking Aunt
Geraldine Snow;
and you have one really motley crew''.
I
often wonder if the Mayor down south of me, could be my second
cousin. It is doubtful; as she would have to be just a little younger
IMHO, but still, not too many people spell that particular Christian
name in that way; huh Cousin Don? YOUR FIRED, ya fucking bastard!
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows, and has the ability to verify my true
story, ALL OF IT; it is the 'GAP' UNITED
STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE,
IN WASHINGTON-DC, MY BRAH! Tell me they don't know it all, and I'll
tell you where the nearest sike-couch is located, YO.
I
said it before and will go on saying it no matter what new course my
blogs will be taking, as it is al the truth and all of the powers in
dam ass Atlantic City know it, by Goddess. I'll PIP it in without any
Hershey bars or Billy TTZ Mummy's. 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 FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! (END
OF PIP.)
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MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
OH
HOW I LOVE YOU, MY LIGHTNING.
MARCH
9, 2015,
MONDAY
EVENING AT '6:01' NOT LENNY-MCKNN
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-81/L-64)
HUMIDITY
IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 78.
WIND
IS E AT 10, GUSTING TO 14.
An
old concept escaped me for nearly half a decade, 'never do
anything important that involves other people'.
Just
what is meant by that bit of hocus pocus you may be dam wondering,
kind folks? Well, whether it be the people at the Copyright
Office, or any of my family, or anyone at all, I learned or should
have, years and years and years ago; not to trust people, and not
to depend on people. Well, the second part of that is able to be
spinned quite negatively. You can indeed trust people. You can
trust them to be HORRIBLE, CRUEL, and many times even CRIMINAL.
Few anywhere are worth a dam wooden penny, forget five times that
much! Still, does this tiotally then lock me out of any possible
way of accomplishing proving what I have been put through for
sixty plus years and by whom and all of that? Not on your life!
Dawn
knew things that she could not have known. Dawn was disposed of in
physicality when no longer needed. There was no possible rational
explanation to lots of these related things, and to this day, her
mom, Ann King knows this perfectly well. Her mom has a weakness
and I am the one person in the world and the only one, cured of a
disease she is dying of. I had it, who is kidding who. Powerful
shit all went down however, to take it away from me, but left me
with wild ass side effects. Some of these side effects are not
physical, but totally metaphysical, such as MY OPEN OFFICE JUST
CRASHED FOR NO REASON AT ALL RIGHT NOW. Fortunately, the Microsoft
people restored this document. I told them on th e message note
where they ask you what you qwere working on, the simple truth,
working on a blog as always when shit is done to me by ESS. The
ESS will not like this blog one little bit. I told them that.
For
the record, my freeze crash happened, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, AND AGENT
CARUSO EX LANDLORD, AUSTIN, TEXAS FBI AGENT, AT ABOUT A QUARTER
PAST SEVEN, ON THIS NINTH IGHT OF MARCH, IN 2015.
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I
am sure their dirt ball stock market flew,
and will fly all week; after all that is being done to me. But in
spite of it, I
HAVE A MAJOR NEW ROULETTE SYSTEM, A MAJOR NEW IDEA FOR PROVING WHAT
HAS BEEN DONE TO ME THAT INVOLVES NO ONE AT ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE
THERE AS AN ASSIST, AND ON TOP OF THIS; I HAVE OTHER PLANS THAT I AM
KEEPING VERY FUCKING QUIET ABOUT, FOR MY OWN DAM GOOD,
IN OR OUT OF ANY AND ALL FAULTS OR KEYS, MELANIE AND JIMMY. WHERE ARE
YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, LIGHTHOUSE QUEEN AND BEARDED POLAR BOY?
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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