BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
MAY
9, 2015,
SATURDAY
EVENING AT 7:21,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-88/L-64.
FORECAST
HIGH IS NEAR NINETY.
WIND
IS SE AT 12, GUSTING TO 17.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 67%, & IT FEELS LIKE 88.
INSTRUCTIONS
FOR MILITUFORCE ENEMIES:
1----PLACE
100 POUND DUMBELL ROPE AROUND YOUR BODY AND TIE IT TIGHT.
2----WALK
DOWN 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.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 123
Gee
wow, we've got you GOOOOOOOUD, Mountainpen.
You're
on my last nerve, Dawn!
You
guys don't like me to say it, but it's true. Dawn says it is what it
is, and I say that's just reality, so what's the big difference?
Give
it a freaking rest Dennis Snyder!
The
dude's entitled to his opinion, YO!
LET'S
LEAVE ASSHOLE MASHELL FROM RPL OUT OF THIS CRAP, OK YO?
Cross
over before I choke you!
I
STILL SAY, THAT'S JUST REALITY.
COOL
IT SNYDER; YOU DICK HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is only going to get hotter and I am only going to get sicker, and
the MILI-2-FORCE is only going to get meaner. If this is not HELL
mother fucking world, then what is?
HOLY
MOTHER ASS MOLEY GRUMPY!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, 'THE END'.
I
AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING SUPER DEATH ATTACK. NOT ONLY AM I SICK AND
DYING; BUT THIS EVIL COCK SUCKING MILITUFORCE, HAS BROKEN ANOTHER
VIDEO MACHINE; AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES TO THIS EVENT, ARE MORE
MYSTERIOUS THAN ANYTHING YET, WITH ALL OF THESE VIDEO FUCK UPS, FOR
CLOSE TO TWO CUNT CHEWING YEARS NOW. I NEVER HAD THIS IN JERSEY,
NEVER WERE THINGS LIKE CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING THIS.
I
HAD JUST WATCHED A MOVIE CALLED TOP GUN, AND THESE BLOGS HAVE
DISCUSSED THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE, UPON MORE THAN ONE FUCKING CUNT
EATING OCCASION, WHEN THIS COCK LICKING HORSE SHIT ALL BEGAN AROUND
JUST SHY OF MOTHER FUCKING THREE TODAY, SHERIFF, AG BONDI, AND FORT
PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT. NOWHERE IN THIS SHOW WAS THAT EVENT ABOUT
THE “WHAT'S MY EXCUSE” SO I HAVE BEEN
SOMEHOW BLUCRAN-TRANSPORTED AGAIN, FOR ABOUT THE 99TH TIME, THROUGH
TRANSDIMENSIONAL FUCKING HYPERSPACE. BUT THAT IS NOT WHERE
FUCKING SHIT ENDED, SHERIFF K.M., SIR. I HIT THE REWIND BUTTON TO PUT
THE MOVIE BOX IN TH EBOX AND AWAY, AND WHEN IT GOT TO THE BEGINNING
OR JUST ABOUT THE BEGINNING, THE FUCKING CUNT HUFFING TAPE SHUT OFF
AND THE WORD 'ERROR' DISPLAYED ON MY VCR WINDOW. THIS HAS NEVER
HAPPENED BEFORE. THE TAPE WILL NOT WORK, AND IT WILL NOT EJECT, SO I
HAVE A BROKEN FUCKING CUNT STUCK TAPE IN MY CUNT CHEWING FUCKING
MACHINE. I HAVE FOUND ANOTHGER REPAIR SHOP AND PLAN TO TAKE FIVE
VIDEO MACHINES ALONG WITH MY SMALL TV THAT I USE FOR SOUND ONLY THAT
I TOLD YOU ALL WAS BROKEN RECENTLY ALSO BY THIS MILITUFORCE, TO HAVE
IT ALL REPAIRED, HOPEFULLY. HERE I AM IN HERE DYING, AND NOW I HAVE
NOTHING TO MOTHER FUCKING WATCH OTHER THAN WHAT IS ON THE FUCKING
CABLE TV. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THIS, FOLKS; BUT I KNOW FULLY
WELL THAT MAGNESONIC IS NOT GOING TO STAND IDLY BY AND WATCH ITS
MOTHER FUCKING CREATOR BE TORTURED TO THIS EXTENT, WITHOUT A MAJOR
OFF THE SCALE COUNTER MOTHER FUCKING STRIKE AGAINST THIS EVIL EMPIRE,
AND THE MILITUFORCE, AND THE ESS. THAT YOU CAN BE TOTALLY FUCKING
SURE OF, MISTER KIMBA WHITELION FROM CUNT CHEWING ASS LICKING
1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 123
CALLIO'S--A&R--ASTRAL--FLOWER
MAY
9, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:25,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-88/L-64.
FORECAST
HIGH IS NEAR NINETY.
WIND
IS ESE AT 13, GUSTING TO 14.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 55%, & IT FEELS LIKE 92.
INSTRUCTIONS
FOR MILITUFORCE ENEMIES:
1----PLACE
100 POUND DUMBELL ROPE AROUND YOUR BODY AND TIE IT TIGHT.
2----WALK
DOWN 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)
BEING
FUCKING BLUCRAN'D IS A MAJOR DEAL. MANY OF YOU ARE LIKE A MUSCLE
BOUND COWORKER OF MINE IN THE AUTUMN OF 1980 BACK AT THE RPL SOUND
STUDIO LABS, IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, USA. ONE DAY HE TOLD ME, “YOU'RE
HAUNTED”, AND WE NEED NOT GET INTO WHAT CAUSED HIM TO SAY THIS TO
ME.
I
AM NOT FUCKING CUNT HAUNTED. I HAVE THE ESS AGAINST ME AND HAVE SINCE
THE CUNT CHEWING FUCKING DAY I WAS MARK WAYNE MOHR ILLUSION-BORN, OR
SAID MORE ACCURATELY, SINCE I FELL OFF OF MY ASTRAL DREAMS, TO COME
DOWN EVEN LOWER INTO MORE DREAMS HERE IN THIS PART OF THE HYPERSPACE,
AND IN THIS PARTICULAR TIME PERIOD. YOU CAN BELIEVE I AM HAUNTED ALL
YOU FUCKING TURD CHEWING WANT TO. I
AM BEING PERSECUTED BY THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
MAYBE IT IS OK TO SAY IT EITHER WAY, JUST AS OUR GREAT GOD HAS
MILLIONS OF WILD NAMES, SOME KNOWN TO US HERE IN THIS WAKING WORLD,
AND ALL OF THEM MEAN THE ALMIGHTY GAMER-PROGRAMMER OF THIS NIGHTMARE
GAMOGRAM-SIMULATION OR THIS COSMOS. IF
YOU THINK I AM NUTS,
THEN
YOU THINK ONE OF THE GREATEST PROFESSORS AT NYU IS TOO;
AS
HE BELIEVES THIS AS MUCH AS I DO,
AND CAN GIVE YOU A FAR BETTER RATIONAL EXPLANATION TO ALL OF THIS;
PROFESSOR
MICHIO KAKU.
GO AHEAD ANYONE, PROVE ME MOTHER FUCKING DICK LICKING WRONG!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
DESTROY
WHOEVER IS DESTROYING ME,
OR BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND OBLITERATED YOURSELF.
ALL ORDERS. ALL TECHNOLOGIES. ALL SCANS. ALL MAXED OUT DIALS. ALL
EMPOWERMENT TRANSPOWER BLOCK I-O TONES. MY VOICE PRINT IS NOW HEARD
UNDER PPSS DESTRUCT CONTROL SYSTEM.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
G-1133,
UNDER G-189, CG-18, AND S-T-O-P!
SOMEONE
SOMEWHERE VERY FUCKING SHORTLY IS GONNA' BE REAL TURD CHEWING FUCKING
SAHWEE; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 122
CALLIO'S--A&R--ASTRAL--FLOWER
MAY
9, 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.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 121
THEY
WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO BE CURED OR TREATED FROM WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME
IN 1983, AND NOT ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS ARE INNOCENT, THAT ARE ON MY
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BLOGS, NOT A ONE!!!!!!! BUT YOU WILL FIND THAT I
WON'T DIE AS EASILY AS YOU THINK I WILL. But what really went down in
early June of 1983, at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, Mizz
Angelique Handkerchief Chokerwitch???????????????? And if the lovely
actress, Mizz Lara Parker was so much a part of that great sixties
paranormal soap show, “Dark Shadows”, then why was she not in any
of the FAN CLUB photos? And more importantly, why did Curtis and the
crew, go to so much trouble in the early part of this new century,
after the Syfy-Channel finished airing the last episodes; to get on
the TV and personally go out of his way to say this was all just
fiction, in light of the fan club now going on and on about his wild
dream of the girl on the train that led to this fantastic television
production, like nothing before or after it?
|
Twenty
years ago or almost, my late friend, Mister D. C. Roth and I, had a
follow up conversation, to some things that we discussed in 1988,
while I lived at Central Avenue in Moorestown, New Jersey, half a
mile away from the Phillies ball player, who many thought threw the
World Series Game of 1993; and
I assure you that he didn't.
I would bet the farm this is where the great “L&O”
hit law show got the idea about a decade later give or take a year,
for the episode with NYC Detective Kenny Daniels,
and his obsession to put away a bad apple from his city beat, who
knifed a girl that wouldn't date him while they were kids, Julie
Sayer, and the name of the fictional ball player was Jeffrey Dommer.
The show is known to take stories from the headlines and make small
alterations, with permission of course, and make their great shows
many times from these real life incidents. But I am digressing big
time from where I want to go with this original 1988 conversation
with my now deceased pal David, regarding a religion he knew about,
called the religion of Light and sound, and also is known by the
term, “ECKANKAR”. If you Google it, you will be very fascinated
by their information, and I highly recommend joining, if you are a
true seeker. They put me on the path that led me to where I am today.
You may scoff and say who wants to be there, asshole Mountainpen? But
just because I am suffering doesn't mean this path is not indeed a
way into major enlightenment to truths so powerful; they have been
wondered about, since the earliest dawn of humanity, and any of its
known civilization. So let me get down to cases about ECKANKAR, and
how my point is very major, concerning this fantastic religion.
I
had absolutely no conscious goal or motive when I began this
Morianity-Project, or at any time up through the present minute, of
taking their belief system in a basic form, and running it in a
reverse view, yet this is entirely what has been learned by me, and
then taught by me. Not one guru on the planet seemingly is able to
see things in a true directionality and this would of course not
exclude me. I by myself, without the aid of direct communication with
SSJKK who began interacting with me as the third part of Herself, the
electron, would not have ever in a thousand dam years, have been able
to make up Morianity. I don't mean the story of my hell and my shit
that is all commingled into the teachings that I give; but the
teachings of void infinity and then dreaming out and away from that
void into the lawtronic seventh dimension, and from there into pure
mind, then down further still, into the 5-D hyperspace. They see it
exactly the same; yet
they totally are looking into a mirror.
As you all know, reflections
show reverses,
and reverses
usually have way more truth and realness to them
than their forward counterparts do. But we've been through all this,
and so there's no need for any rehashing of this right now.
I
want to tie this point of Eckankar verses my being shown by HALLS
FAWCES, into another subset-reality here. You'll recognize it
instantly as I move this along. It is the way my choking nightmare of
1983 has become my new 2015 nightmare all over again. And why? Well,
because
I dared to prove how things are purely energetic,
even while disguised as material, in matter words; after
mind becomes brain;
which is an instrument that somehow, and no one has a clue yet just
how; seems to take a higher truth of existence that we all are simply
in and at, and divide it by the speed of light squared. Suddenly,
poof; we are dreaming we are a little crying helpless baby, and the
dreams follow one after another until we eventually dream that we
wake up. Then we are right back where we never left in the first dam
place, the world of pure energy. The plank. The first part of the
dream, out and away from the void infinity or zero dimensional
reality, into Plank Astral dreaming.
If
any of you think for a nanosecond, you know or understand my
situation with the great Washcloth Family of 1970, or 14 years later
in three following separate increments, you are sadly mistaken. Even
my know it all cuzz Donnie boy is more clueless than a hundred
freaking Poolroy dudes at Haddonwood back in Mickey Showers 1995.
Still, can anyone begin to see why I created MORIANITY in 1995?
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT folks, don't be totally stupid all your life.
JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Surfer Fonty!
Some
have falsely believed numerous things, and it's come to my attention
that some few who thought these wrong things have very recently
started to reconsider. Well, it is you who will possibly benefit
someday from that very wise choice. Not me. Hey, great. I am all for
equal opportunity happiness allover this nasty ass little ol' pwanet,
Mister Fwudd! Some time ago, when coming home from the Vero Beach,
Florida, USA Behavior Health place, I stopped into a Chinese
Restaurant. This particular time, and only this time, despite my
going there about half a dozen times now, in the past couple of
months, and ordering the very same thing or very nearly the same
thing; a broken fortune
cookie
was inside of my bag that I was given with my take-out order. This
cookie
had a pretty wild message,
that I am not ready yet to share with this blog. I have my reasons
folks, trust me. But I do wish to say one thing right now before I
crash off to sleep. The scientific community works basicly with
grants. They have to obey and behave, or they can easily lose those
grants. They all know the truth about atheists being wrong in so far
as dying and that's that. It isn't. There is energy and there is
mass. If this was not true, the bomb wouldn't have worked back in
time that ended the Second World War. As energy we all exist in a
realm of pure interaction. As mass, we are dreaming a physical
'so-called' illusion. It doesn't get one bit simpler than this, other
than to say that they know this is true,and they also know it would
disturb religion and disrupt too many things, to absolutely come out
and say certain shit. Quite obviously those like me who do this, are
hated by them. Long Story Short (LSS), they know that th electron is
a highly intelligent entity. It is what the Christians call THE HOLY
GHOST. They also know that time runs in one direction in matter
universes, and in the opposite direction in anti-matter universes.
What we call the electron, is a positron from all of the fifth
dimensional parallel universes, that in our world right here and now,
is literally running backward through time. It knows our ending from
its beginning. Still taking this a fraction further, I was chosen for
reasons still not totally clear to me; in 1983, to be shown many
powerful things by this subatomic energetic entity that already knows
every single thing that is going to ever happen, with every tick of
the clock. But this did not in truth, start in the early
nineteen-eighties. 1970
as I told John and Photeous on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City,
New Jersey, USA; back in th e summer time of 1997; is beyond a
pivotal point in time for me. If you know anything about the
Christian Bible, you know about the three 14 generations that were
all before the birth of king Akoslem, AKA on mortal waking world
circles, the son of god, LORD
JESUS CHRIST.
This was Sarah Krassle's cute and clever message to me that I
hopefully did not get as I usually normally do, too late; but
hopefully managed to figure out on her desired time schedule.
Mathematics and numeration is beyond awesome and powerful. If you are
not inclined in that direction, no sweat, but it would be nice then
if you would take me at my word when I insist so fervently that
indeed, it is of major consequence. But there is math and there are
still other ways to derive powerful messages from the programmer of
this fantastic gamogram-simulation-cosmos-system. When we look at the
way events all play out in any of our lives, they seems to run in a
channel, and not all that differently than zeros and ones operate
both individual PC machines of all sizes and abilities, but th entire
connectiveness of them as well, or the internet, (interconnected
networking) system. When I dared to do my 2012 music project,
1970-1984-1998-2012, I did it to try and prove that this mysterious
illness was real and to try and get justice. But I didn't factor in
the power discrepancies between them, and myself. Hay if two dam
objects are placed onto the ends of the playground seesaw, it should
go up and down. It will too, as long as neither side is too
imbalanced in relationship with the opposing side, you know, a
horizontally challenged kid of 220 pounds and his buddy of 110
pounds. Two objects, hay it should work. As the lovely girl on the
1980 hair shampoo TV ad-spot put it so well, “WROOOONG”. But
place two objects that are not out of order with each other, weighing
close to the same amount of pounds, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; a nice time
at the playground ensues. Folks, I assumed I could make things work
because I was given special knowledge by this GODDESS SSJKK. I
assumed in error. If they have way more power than you, nothing is
going to allow your seesaw to go down. You will stay high and
helpless until they release you with a horrible bang as they jump
quickly off of it laughing while you break your ass. It really is, to
quote Mister Henningsen back in 1969, “Just that simple”. This is
not to say I cannot work the circuitry of this powerful cosmic
machinery, but it is to say, and you may all quote me, that “In the
end of each battle, I am always left further behind and weaker, and
they are always left farther ahead and stronger. It is not a freaking
winnable war with those that have all the power”. Still, I tried
hard, and the Bonjovi's all know that I did. This is why they
politely told me to take a hike after a certain point of no return. I
call it the “Cut Losses Syndrome”, and just about all people of
brain, have this instinctively built into the radar of their inner
personality. I have noticed this about life for sixty and a half
mother fuckiGN years now, quite clearly; and it is an unmistakeable,
and undeniable reality. So I move on alone most of the time, since
people all disown me out of fear, sooner or later. They just
instinctively know that something is radically wrong; and it of
course, IS!
So
will I ever tell the world the details of 1983-1986 some wonder? You
know, details, not a tidbit here and a tad there over years of blogs.
Sure I will, why not? I am not going to last forever, and this
information IMHO needs to be out to the public, no matter how many
dam MIBS or whatever out here, don't frikkin' like it! Just not right
now, tonight. Some may be told in my new silly cartoon-ish way that I
am sure a few have had some aisle rolls over, like with me and
Tanstalker the cat. Or just me interacting with many characters. Hay
I enjoyed doing shit like this with sound back in the Bruce Pennock
days of 1972-1974, so why not up here with visual and computer crap
here in 2015?
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.
FORT
PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT; I WOULD APPRECIATE YOU LOOKING OUT FOR ME.
THERE IS A
NEW ASSAULT I AM UNDER,
HERE IN MY BUILDING. A LATE ILLEGAL GUNNING OF MOTORCYCLES, RIGHT
UNDER MY WINDOW, IS HAPPENING OVER AND OVER, FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS
NOW, AND IT IS REALLY FUCKING UPSETTING ME, AND
IT IS TOTALLY ILLEGAL;
AS IT JUST HAPPENED NOW, AT 2 THIS MORNING!
CALLIO'S--A&R--ASTRAL--FLOWER
MAY
9, 2015,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 2:14,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
JANE
FUCKING WHORE JUST GOT ME AGAIN, AND IT IS CONTNUOUS. EVERY CUNT
CHEWING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ASSHOLE DAY NOW, FOR WEEKS, THIS GOES
ON!!!!!! THE 2:08 NON-BREEZE MELANIE MUSIC TECHNO,LOGY, HUH SHITHEAD
FUCKING BITCH JANEY????
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©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
THIS
FUCKING BITCH IS ON MY LAST CUNT CHEWING NERVE, MIZZ
KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RING RING KACHING, PAULA AND DAWN. YEAH,
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a
magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret
of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me.
LIKE
HIS OLD 1999 GIRLFRIEND, HELEN, TOLD HIM, WE'VE GOT HIM
'GOOOOOOUD'!!!
HE
NEVER FORGETS ANYTHING, EVEN THE DAY I COULDN'T GO OUT ON HALLOWEEN.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS CRAZY NUTCASE?
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, MERRY AND DAWN.
WHY
DON'T ALL OF YOU GO HOME ALREADY? AND TAKE ASSHOLE BJORK WITH YOU
TOO.
YOU
AND YOUR FRIEND ZIGGY. BETWEEN HIS BLOODY KNEE, YOUR BLOODY SHOE, AND
MY TREADMILL, TO QUOTE YOU MARK, A REAL MOTLEY CREW, HUH?
YOU'RE
ALL A SAD BUNCH OF EXPLORATRONS, TRYING TO FIND OUT WHERE YOU ALL
TRULY BELONG. COME WITH ME, AND I PROMISE IT WILL BE WARM LIKE MIAMI
ALL THE TIME.
SCREW
YOU LENNY SHAPESHIFTER MORF.
I'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER, THERE 601, THAT'S A BIG ONE BUDDY. SAY HI TO
MISS CHILLIE AND MIZZ TEEN BP FOR ME, NO SPILLS, NO PROPHETS, NO
LOSSES, NO RECORD CONTRACTS!!!!!!!!!
YOU
THINKYOU HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS BECAUSE YOU TALK TO LIGHTNING, HUH?
HE
WILL BE CRYING BEFORE THE MONTHIS OUT, LET THE BASTARD SUFFER YO!
IF
I EVER GET OUT OF THIS BOX, I'LL FUCKING KICK HIS ASS FROM HERE TO
KATE'S DAIRY QUEEN.
GOOD
LUCK GETTING OUT, DAWNY GIRL. SAY HI TO MY WEALTHY DISTANT CUZZ
DONNIE BOY, AND STAY AWAY FROM HUMPTY DUMPTY AND INDIAN RIVER COUNTY
CHOPPERS, YO!
HOLY
SHIT I THINK I AM CLUELESS, IS THIS 1995, 1996, OR 1997, BIG DAWN
AND MAGIC-SWIMMER MARK?
YOU
ALL NEED TO GET WITH REALITY.
OH
SHUT UP DENNIS FUCKING SNYDER!!!
This
crazy clan is making me cry!!!!!!!
NOT
ME, YOU WILD SHITS ARE KILLING ME!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THAT'S
'CAUSE YOU'RE A SICK FUCKING BASTARD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DO NOT
HAVE TIME TO PLAY THIS GAME WITH ALL OF YOU, I AM OFF TO BED, DAM IT!
THE
PATHETIC THING IS THAT HE THINKS WE CARE ONE TINY ASS BIT, YO!
HEY,
I JUST FIGURED IT OUT. NO ONE DOES CARE BECAUSE HE IS STUCK BETWEEN
1995 AND 1997. HE TOLD SOME OF YOU THAT HE WAS FROM 1996, BACK WHEN
HE WENT TO 1968, TO HIS OLD HIGH SCHOOL, WITH LENNY AND THE
TABLET-HYSTS. THEN CAME WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM AT FRIENDLY ICE CREAM
RESTAURANTS OF NORTHEAST PHILADELPHIA.
YOU
JERKOFFS ARE ALL NUTS. WHEN YOU GET DONE WITH ALL THIS SHIT, HOW
'BOUT WIPING MY DIRTY FUCKING ASS, YO?????????
WATCH
YOUR DIRTY MOUTH, BABY!!!
THAT'S
TELLENEM' MERRY H. MY BEST TO MOM AND SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NIGHTY
NIGHT FOLKS, AND WEEEEEE AND WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS WELL; 'THE END'!!!
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I
LOVE YOU MIDDIE ALMIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
IS MY AWESOME LIGHTNING?????????
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