HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 122

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 122

CALLIO'S--A&R--ASTRAL--FLOWER

MAY 10, 2015,

LATE ON SATURDAY MORNING, AT 10:18,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-82/L-64.

FORECAST HIGH IS NEAR NINETY.

WIND IS SSW 7, GUSTING TO 8.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 69%, & IT FEELS LIKE 87.

INSTRUCTIONS FOR MILITUFORCE ENEMIES:

1----PLACE 100 POUND DUMBELL ROPE AROUND YOUR BODY AND TIE IT TIGHT.

2----WALK DFOWN THE STAIRS BELOW AND KEEP RIGHT ON GOING.

3----HAVE YOUR MOTHER, YOUR FATHER, AND ALL OF YOUR KIDS, DO THE VERY SAME THING THAT YOU JUST DID.

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015

© BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

Wow is there a dam dark shadow surrounding my life, since the doctor smacked my ass, around half past nine on Saturday morning, at the Bryn Mawr, PA, USA Hospital, on December 4, 1954. JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!

The reason that I began talking about reversals and reflections is due to many things, peeps. First, the truth shows up in mirrors and when things go upside down. It is where the expression of 'shaking things up' to get at truth really came from, but this is another somewhat intentionally covered up piece of human reality. Hans Worshing was the director of the Philadelphia Boys club, as it was called back in 1967, when I met the man. I had lived just a block away for eighteen months, at 2041 Chestnut Street and did not know he was there. Only after my mom tried to secure a 'big brother' for me, and I was given the first of two dudes, Mister Fred Hinger, the head drummer of the then Philly Philharmonic. They had a nice home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, and he and another pal of his who was a couple years older than me, were being taught how to drum on drum pads. This dude's name was Dominick. He was a very cool dude, as was sir Hans Worshing of the Boys Club. Most of you who know a little bit about my two big brothers from this organization, know mostly about the second dude, Mister colorado hailed from, John Henningsen, of the Campbells soup company, Camden, New Jersey Office. Thisd was a cover, as he was a major ESS traveler with the CIA. I know that now and did not have a clue back then. But then all the alphabet soup agencies are owned by the one absolute one, the ESS. Still, this is the kind of top secret Majestic level purple and nine Ron Wirtz shit that gets folks killed. But then, hay I am a dead man right now, who is going out like a balloon losing its air, so what do I have to lose? John took me to a secret building across from the City Line Philly studios, where numerous television broadcasters are headquartered. Right across to the east was the building John Henningsen took me too a few times with the magic one way mirror rooms. Later I realized Campbell's Soup had no reason for interrogation rooms, and he has to be ESS, or you might go as far as say CIA or NSA, but as stated, these all fit nicely into the one and only owner/controller, the great powerful ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). John as you know gave me the great magical chain, that a year later give or take, seemed to fascinate the Almighty gamer-owner being of this entire gamogram-simulation (cosmos), Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Also on the north side, across from City Line Avenue, in this Bala Cynwyd section of Philadelphia's main line suburban area; is my doctor I went to before the great family sent me packing, in the middle of an icy cold gods-forsaken night, off to fucking ass Florida; five and a half dam ass years back into time now, YO! Oh boy oh oh boy, my mom comes to me in a powerful dream to warn me not to move in with these washcloths from hell, while still at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, and then boom, clueless me is forever destroyed. Twenty years ago today, Clueless Poolroy gave me three wild books from the Washington Heights, New York Public Library. One of them shows a science laboratory where Windows are displayed on a computer, long before the windows-95 times ever came to be, as this was back around 1965. Someday this entire time and hyperspace is going to blow up in all of our faces, Mister Ron Wirtz, so 'purple and 9', to you too, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not only are mirrors, and things that reflect major; Mister 1969 Sidney Mommyboyfriend Cohencrown Jewshame; but the real truths go so far beyond any of this, that it would all rank right up there in the purple and nine area of Ron Prosecutor ADA Wirtz of December 5, 1989, the day we met and the day after I turned age 35 years, as Mark Wayne Mohr and his crummy scummy miserable life. Holy WOW, KALI CLAN. Time for this poor old bastard to go and wash up! Hey I'm all washed up anyway, right folks? What did I tell you guys back in the summer of 1997, John and Photeous, on 10-SC Avenue, on your parking lot that day, next to WAYV's Paula King lot???????????????? And think about this one: I did not consciously know or remember a thing about all of this now existing Morianity! But I have indeed cycled around for 200 times give or take, David Speas and Mister Corsakolf McCoy!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.