©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
100
Thirty
one years and eleven months ago, come the fourth, next week; is how
long I have had my mysterious glandular and choking problems. I have
given my word and made a deal to not go all the way and stop the
process of proof, as I call it, that the great TAWF did all that they
did to me, as long as I am permitted to survive the latest antics of
the Milituforce. If they want these blogs to stop all together, I am
willing to do that as well, even though they go on persecuting me and
ruining my life to the day I die. Today I will find out if they are
willing to go along with this deal. I can take these blogs into an
entirely new direction, and will, should they agree to allow me to
survive this ordeal.
I
just cannot handle this any more. It would tear any flesh apart to be
in this much pain and misery, on top of a life of hellish woe that is
not comprised of pain on a physical level.
I
am fully aware how far out and fantastic all my stuff seems to be,
and I know it is all the truth and also know that those all around me
think I went totally mad long ago. That's just reality, son; to quote
you, Dennis Snyder!
It
was no fun at all, being kept by the two zoo-keeping wardens, Ann
King and her daughter Dawn-Marie.
But I lived through this hell on top of my physical agony and other
Otammic-Milituforce drama and trauma, and here I am today, living in
Fort Pierce, Florida, and still alive and breathing, the gods
willing. The minute they are not willing, this is when we all kiss
the mud, bite the dust, and meet the Queen, in more ways than one,
and without any TV repairs, or visits to northeast Philadelphia. WOW
THAT, great awesome Macy Bunch! And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. I was shocked that ann turned on me, but blood is thicker than
water, and Frank Lombardo appears to be right all along. I was
brought up with a mother who didn't put much stock on 'family'. A lot
of people pay homage and lip service to their so-called ideas. I do
not wander or vacillate from my basic truths and principles. Not a
brag folks, and if anything, maybe it is a curse for me. I don't care
about anything, and at this point, wish I could move into an entirely
new life and forget this ever happened at all. I swear to all that is
holy, that this is the truth. Dawn really did in fact, bring it one.
We all know that. Hopefully now, a cosmic justice will punish her for
hurting an already tormented soul so badly, after I did no more than
favor after favor for this wretched entity, that passed herself off
for a human being.
I
think a lot of people are just totally clueless, from the greatest
scientific minds to the greatest folks of holiness and the cloth.
That is just my little and meager 'IMHO', but the mighty Mashell
Daniels of 1980, did and I imagine still would, entitle me to it.
Thank you great lovely MD, AKA 'Doctor-RPL'. Between
my late relative, Heinz Gottwald permitting me,
and
you entitling me;
maybe
I should be doing a little better by now in this horrible life. Only
guess what you two; I AM NOT. All I am, Prophets of Nothing out
there, is ''I
AM HERE”.
This applies to both 1988, as well as right now, huh Copyright Office
and my musical projects spanning
the years 1975-2013.
From the great old movies to all Roy Rogers without the Dale Evans;
being clueless is not much fun, especially when the result of it is a
direct endless hell from horrible monster people who literally thrive
and gobble up, other folks' miseries and sufferings. Linda Ronstadt
the great country vocalist, back in 1978 called it right on the money
in one of many great hit songs. Poor poor pitiful me. Holy Ringworm
Scratching Molly Moley without any meal-clubs or great classic teen
movies. Teen bitches, chemtrails, Sally Star imitating daughters and
so much more; YO when will it all ever end, Almighty Scylla Goddess?
Do I stay so clueless forever that I too will be clinging to a pool
wall in the deep end, and looking like a total fool, now or twenty
years ago, known humanly as a score of time, and Astrally as a
BRIPAR. Don't die on me Stoddard McGuire Paul. We both have our most
prized possessions to think about all the time, huh Grave-Smiles.
Yeah, I'm clueless Mister Mayor. Like Hyundai DUH!
All
I can say, is that I do keep my word, and my enemies know that. If
they allow me to live, I will not rescind or renege. I have very very
little in the world, materially, but I have my good name and good
word, actually,via the kidnapping, my good name and credit are gone.
Still, I have not lost my word and my honor. I can sit here all up
set, or I can just keep marching along strong in the knowing that I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty evil
Milituforce!
I
sign off for now at 9:04 AM, 30 April, 2015. It is mixed skies, and
72 degrees, as far as the weather is concerned. BYE-BYE peeps.
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