The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 132

BLOG PROJECT TITLE: AFTER-MORIANITY

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 132

Well people; hang onto your dam hats, YO. This is a dam ass biggie, lads and lassies, IPYT right here, and right Lieutenant Anita VanBuren of L&O now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Pam Bondi Narc Squad got to my pharmacy. Now I have to go and drop shit off and wait fifteen minutes for a separate pharmacy approval, and then it takes two hours, or at least it did today, to fill the two scripts given to me by a licensed mother fucking psychiatrist at the Vero Beach Behavioral Health Clinic. I spent all mother fuckiGN morning just sitting around the Walgreen place. Their ad says happy and healthy. Thanks to them and the American fucking Narc-Squad, I am NEITHER ONE OF THESE. What a bunch of mother fucking sick ass cunt chewing hypocrites, World Court @ The Hague, this evil nation truly is, YO! The minute it is illegal, and it is coming real fucking soon, IPYT folks, to speak out and tell the true shit happening to me by their evil satanic mother fuckin g MILITUFORCE; I have my passport, and am ready to leave for foreign fuckiGN cunt shores, and the fucking cost and consequences be mother fucking cock licking damned to hell, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is coming, the end of freedom, and with this; and you mark these mother fucking words of great wisdom, as you have heard this first here on AFTER-MORIANITY, and the BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen); the end of cunt chewing fucking AMERICA as all the older folks all knew it, and now here is the big shit, and UI hope Pam Narc and my sheriff and all of them are reading these words, President Obama sir and Governor Scott, sir, as I am your most loyal fucking citizen whether you realize this shit or not, great sirs, YO! THE UNITED STATES HAS BEEN DESTROYED. My fucking cunt mom had a teacher in West Philly in the public schools back in the early thirties of last century, who told her and the class that she was in, “The enemy is going to take us from within, forget about all that nuke bomb shit”. She didn't swear of course, but I'm still free today and for a short while longer to blog,m and to ad-lib a little bit, YO! An invisible powerful fucking demonic enemy has destroyed this once fantastic super great fucking cunt nation. It is gone, destroyed, an dwithout an ounce of enemy fire power, radiation, or terrorism, of great HOMELAND SECURITY FOLKS. You bastards all aloowed my great family and fouinding father's experiemnt to die and go literally into hellfire. Thankx so mother fucking much, I really cunt huffing appreciate what you've all done to my once super cool and great country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When freedom dies, America dies along with it. This in the proper tense in lots of fucking cunt parallel universes, went, when it DIED, past tense. Most parallel universes, when it is averaged out, brings this into fruition, around the time my physical death was once supposed to happen; the year of 2031 in June; but I think I have been MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR FUCKING BLUCRAN'D; and this has been moved up to late 2015; and you may have already guessed all this fucking shit; you smarter people out here, in my BLOGAUD, from all of the shit said by me, over the past year or so. Some of the smarter folks should have figured out that I came to realize a major major major fucking brand new non-Melanie-key Blucranization Attack struck me hard; and now my death has been moved up by sixteen years, to this very year. Now go ahead anybody, just ask me if I give a fucking shit or could care mother fuckiGN turd swallowing less, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

Fort Pierce is a rapidly dying town. Stores are empty, lights are half on, no one seems to be working, yet cars and people pass all around the town. It is out of Steven Littletall King and his fuckiGN FOG STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only the fog is more of the MIND, than with the surrounding physicality. You need not be all that super ass sensitive to pick it up, just not totally sheeple-brain-dead for fucking crissake. No one sells video machines like the combo set where the lest side is a VHS and the right side is CD/DVD. This new technology is all over, and I am not the only one complaining that only the very young or the weirdo geeks, know shit as far as how to really operate and work any of it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT, and I mean BIG ASS FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTT, folks, this is not all I am hearing other peeps complaining and bitching and crying an dmoaning about, and I am no longer a voice crying out in th esilent wilderness along with John the mother fuckign cunt ass Baptist, YO BRO!!!!!!! Numerous peeps in th elocal Walgreens had similar complaints to mine. I heard the conversations while I was forced to sit and wait all dam morning long for Narc-Squad approval to get a tid bit of my needed medication. Many people are talking about getting their passports and leaving this extremely fuckiGN oppressive evil empire, NOT JUST MOTHER FUCKING HELPLESS FRAGILE FRAIL LITTLE ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, I got talking with several of these people, and I wouldn't dare blog the conversations word for word, but a brief whittle synopsis will indeed be given here by Mountainpen, on this blog, of the experience, my BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I get started, our founding fucking fathers would do a lot more than roll over in their graves if they could be laser-traced and shown this oppressive evil new age empire, once called the USA by me, and once a place I was proud to live in, and would gladly have shed my blood anywhere the word fuckiGN cunt over, to die in any battle to protect and fuckiGN cunt defend, BRO!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Most people all know what's going down; and they're not as stupid, as powers that own and control all of us, think we mother fuckiGN cunt lapping are; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As soon as I post the PIP-PAGE with date and time and weather, without the great TD-BANK of course, or their fantastic freaking 'WOW' trucks that I love so dam ass much, I'll get right back to this shit that I am discussing, IPYT lads and lassies, YO!

MAY 13, 2015, BATTLESHIT STARK DAY-1987

I DON'T FUCKING FORGET A FUCKING THING, PATTY!

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:18,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING 90 DEGREES.

IT WAS A BIT WORSE AN HOUR AGO, PTL.

RANGE TODAY---------(H-86/L-69).

WIND IS ESE AT 8, WITH A GUST TO 12.

Folks are getting real sick and tired of America, the ones I am in a circle with. Oh no, not the fucking rich peeps; as they have the benefit of being on the end of the stick that is great an dis also WHY all of us 99ers are on this major mother fucking super ass shitty end of that same stick. Before I go on, a sports car with blacked out windows, about two blocks from my building, while I was trying to safely drive my car home from the dirt bag pharmacy; happy & healthy my mother fucking asshole; and you have a lot of unsatisfied customers by the way and noit just me, so I am just letting you know this; but this dirt bag tried to hit me, SHERIFF, AND I DEMAND SOME DAM PROTECTION; AND IF I DON'T GET IT, AND I AM MURDERED, MY DEATH WILL BE MAJOR FUCKING AVENGED FROM BEYOND THE HUMAN REALM, AND ''I PROMISE YOU THAT'', (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If it was just an idiot totally oblivious to anyone else around him while making some totally mother fucking weird youeee turn that I never saw in my life, then the only explanation is that he is on major illegal dope, and yet I AM THE ONE WHO CANNOT GET MY NEEDED MEDICATIONS THAT ALLOW ME TO LIVE AND SURVIVE, POPE, AND WORLD COURT AT THE DAM ASS HAGUE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what one lady, who also went to that quack ass jerk off doctor, ''Omar'' here in town; was telling me at the wait-area in the pharmacy. She knows for a fact that these criminal gang mother fuckers up there, in that alphabet city hood here in town; are getting , and I'll quote this intelligent college educated woman, of middle forty years in age, same as my older daughter MY; and she said and I am quoting her, “They get the (good stuff) that would make us just feel better and be able to be more productive people in our surrounding society, instead of getting sicker and becoming a burden on it”. Holy Moley fucking KALI cow Callio Call Ten AT&T, but folks, speaking of fuckiGN AT&T, this is not even getting started. You ain't heard nothin' yet, Mister fuckiGN cunt Albert Jolson, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

That rotten dirty whore Jane Fonda, just fuckiGN bit my turd chewing dick licking mother fucking asshole, with her dam ass fuckiGN cunt eating page eleven of eleven; so allow me please now great folks, to cunt phlegm rape (compensate)!!!!

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I can't mother fucking win against an enemy that has all the fucking cunt power, Mizz Alice L&O Ciminelli, YO YO YO. She knows, ask the poor girl, my BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Yes people, this is just the start of what happened, and I am leaving out 90%+ of shit that will be added later on at future fucking cunt eating times, great peeps, YO! This lady had thyroid cancer, and she knows why that weird 99 thousand dollar van parked next to my car back on that fucking ass nightmare day, as was told on these very blogs. She went to the same doctor I did after Dock Shore retired last year. And she worked for Inter-Digital Corporation back when it was IMM Corporation, and told me why I have my problem with all of this. This is WHY THE FUCKIN GPRIVECODE MACHINE WAS PULLED OFF TH EMARKET SECRETLY, it emitted a dangerous overdose of electromagnetic radiation. This was one of the greatest hush ups, since the Watergate fucking debacle of Richard Milhouse Nixon; 37^th President of this nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Secret 1984 meetings in Washington, that I already discussed long ago on these very same blogs, that now need to be archived, by clicking on one of the five older blogs; when I post this onto this new blog every so dam ass often, was all about how to get this deadly machine taken off the market without anyone finding out of its danger. She said it was indeed in some way, or its wafers were, what some call reverse-engineered alien technology. Of course I wasn't even going to try and tell her this is all just the ESS in future times of parallel universes in hyperspace, doing ''dream-travel' for the sake of idiot ass Mountain-Moses!!!!!!!! Still, this was incredible fuckiGN shit to hear another person telling me how she worked at this place and how she was exposed as were a few others, back in the late eighties, who were new in a research department, that was trying to remake these units without using a certain technology that put out too much thyroid destroying EMF. She was given a 900,000 dollar settlement and a powerful fully covered health plan while just into her twenties a ways, after she was struck down. Then she went onto tell me that I should at least be given this too, after all that I had happen as a result of my purchasing their machine. I told her Hell and Miami Beach would both freeze over solid for a century, before I would ever collect a dime from anyone in the business world. She then asked me if I was aware of something, and this is not bloggable, and I said yes, and then she said, and I quote, “You''re on their endless 'S' 'H' 'I' 'T' LIST, I doubt there is any escape for you, what a shame”. This has nothing to do now with the Inter-Digital Corporation. So this blog is not in any way defaming them, but still, I am telling these truths, and this is under pain and penalty of libel, slander, and perjury, and I swear, and attest, and affirm, to its truth and accuracy; only to the point that I had this conversation at a local town pharmacy this morning, while awaiting the pick up of my life sustaining medications. I legally sign my name to this blogged statement here and now, Mark Wayne Mohr.

But is she laughing at us because she knows we both are Neil Regan-Bob Lockhart clowns, like Regan's little brat used to laugh at my machine and the lightning making the Privecode system go off automatically, back at First Highview? Well, in any case, maybe they both are laughing, and if that keeps them happy, great. Still, how many times can we laugh at horrible shit???????!

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You know it is funny in a non-ha-ha way, it really is. Things done around me, lead me to tell the world that wishes to listen, be it my three or four dozen peeps reading me, or ''whatever'', to quote the boy who now is Congressman Andrews; but in all honesty, these horse shit attacks that came out of nowhere, and go back into this mysterious fucking land of nowhere, from whence it all came, is really one long nightmare. Individual attacks come and go out of the blue, every bit as weird and fucking crazy, as the original nightmare all began out of cunt sucking fucking ass nowhere on the morning of AUGUST 15, 1986; when I climbed out of my bed, in Cherry 'nothing real good about it' Hill, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!! If you can do a job of fiction, a fifth as good as my real life, Mister J. Patterson, I'll hand you my mother fucking hat, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a flower.

SO WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dudes and duddesses out here, the saddest part of this entire fuckiGN mess is that to protect some great name recognized people, my story is not the only thing that can never come out, but I need to be thrown away like a piece of turd swallowing fuckiGN puke garbage, because taking it seriously means exposing some real powerhouse fuckiGN ass secrets. So fuck me, let me be tortured to death. I don't cunt chewing fucking count for nothing, Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't god dam matter, Governor Scott sir. I can be thrown to the fucking wolves, Mister President, if it protects some big ass fucking secrets. Well, that is not the America I once lived in, nor is it the America I will salute a dam ass flag to ever again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you want to come over and fuckiGN shoot me or take me to fucking jail then be my guest, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE REASON I KNOW THAT THE BIBLE AND ALL OF CHRISTIANITY IS A FUCKING HOAX, MORE THAN A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POPES ALL PUT TOGETHER IS SO SIMPLE A TINY SNOTTY FUCKING CHILD COULD SEE IT IF THEY WERE SERIOUSLY LOOKING; DEAD OR ALIVE, SHERIFFS AND BOUNTY HUNTERS, OR HUNTINGTONS!!!!!!!! If the principle of REAP AND SOW does not work for one single person, who BY THE WAY HAPPENS TO FUCKING BE MOUNTAINPEN OR ME; then the entire thing is a fucking HOAX AND LIE; MISTER FUCKING CHILD SCARE HELIUM BALLOONS of 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!

This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. This whatever it is against me, didn't totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse.

PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS A LOT MORE THAN I EVER THOUGHT BACK IN TIME

'PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS TNG-PIGS'
TEOHIV/TIMCAM—-DATFILE–080808.777—ORIGINAL POSTED DATE AT BLOGGER DOT COM.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

DON'T GO DYING ON ME BIG DARIUS, YO!

Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through.
I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend, sat down 2 my right. Diana was over to my left, along this very green and beautiful grass, at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in, and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water, as Diana and I had been in it recently, while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake, and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on, was a large area, and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair and just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete; that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor, and I am going 2 go get the Mayor, since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake, as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area, that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned, and that I am calling the Mayor. Then she pulled me so hard, that my arm almost broke at the shoulder. She was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again, and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing, and cracking up, and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, “Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles. Just who really RU”? She giggled on and on, and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me, like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven; and told me, “I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home, and up the back stairs made of wood, 64 of them all total, up to a glass enclosed area, overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over, as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice, but to endlessly play her great mighty game; that she is the All Mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 2 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said, “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him, and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, with bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough, they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat, all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U, & U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend. Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm, beauty queen; now I am telling U, that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up, and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong.

This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008.

*****I END TRANSMISSION HERE.*****

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLVI-------(0656)

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

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MY 58TH BIRTHDAY IS ABOUT TO GO FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR AS USUAL, ALL BIRTHDAYS AND FESTIVE FUCKING OCCASIONS ALWAYS JUST ABOUT DO.

I awoke to a horrendous despicable mother fucking diareah and cramp attack that kept me on the toilet for most of the mother fucking morning. Right before that, I know there was a knock on the door. I answered it but no one was there. Or was someone, and my memory again is erased, and maybe Paula raped me again for all I know, and this up set my poor old fragile body, as I am not a young man. Who can ever know anything for real, in my twisted up fucking ass life, folks? Then on top of the strange knock, the physical death beam strike attack, and feeling like I have been struck down by one of General Patton's tanks, I seem to have new upstairs nabes or else maintenance men working in the apartment, I cannot be sure. I am hearing a lot of furniture being moved, but recently, I have been hearing it, and also recently, I have been extra warm in this apartment, and I think I may have new folks up there that love to blast a lot of heat out, WOW, even more fun for the Mountainpen, and they call this fucking paradise down here, maybe for the fucking cunt rest of you it is, not for fucking ass me, YO!!!!!!

It is an overcast day here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy (FPFLUSAESMWG). At least there is something good about the dam day, I love overcast and dark skies. Bright sunshine is not for fucking me, folks, maybe I should have married Roseann Delaney back in 1969, if I could survive her hickey's that is. Oh well, what did Dave Roth's pal Bob Vandegrift say a lot, about trade offs, I just ended up trading one for another, huh Mike McNulty, AHA-AHA-AHA??????????????? Then shortly past ten, BING BANG BOOM, the across the hall nabes chimed in with their fucking usual shit, one door slam after the other. These are the worst fucking neighbors that anyone anywhere could ever possibly fucking have. I sent Debbie an e-mail yesterday in the late afternoon, but it was hacked I think, as I never saw the message pop up that it was sent. All this time I thought it was me just a stupid fucking moron who could not operate a personal computer, when all along, it was mother fucking sick evil hackers, fucking with everything I do. When they do not want something to work, it just doesn't work, and when they want the entire system to just fucking cunt lapping freeze up, it does, and so fucking forth, folks. It was never me, it always 'THEM', the WOMO-LILI-2-FORCE, who fucking cunt else?

Last night when the jerk offs across the hall were noisy until nearly midnight, I asked SSJKK to do me a miracle, and she spit in my eye, as usual, as things got as quiet as a church mouse at that exact time, and stayed that way with them, until a quarter past ten this mother fucking diseased cock sucking morning. The cosmic forces have no intention whatsoever of cutting me a break, so MEXICO is my only way out of this mother fucking dick licking mess, come the new fucking ass year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So away I will go!!! How would old Harry Callas have put this, I'm Oudddddda here, or is that ball? No, it's THAT-BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON MADE A POWERFUL STATEMENT TO THE WPIX DOCUMENTARY NARATERS AND CREATIORS, THEY TOLD HWWHEN PEOPLE FOUND SOME OF THE REAL NON-HOAX UFO RELATED STUFF AND CAPTURED IT ON FILM, THE AIR FORCE AND SECRET BLACK OPS ALPHABET SOUP AGENCIES MADE IMMEDIATE CONTACT WITH THEM, AND DEMANDED THE FILMS AND PHOTOS BACK, AND THEN WENT ONTO TELL THEM THAT IF THEY EVER OPENED UP THEIR MOUTH AND TOLD ABOUT ANY OF IT, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE A MOMENT'S PEACE FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE. THIS ALL AIRED AS FACTS, ON THE WPIX, NEW YOUR CITY, NEW YORK, CHANNEL ELEVEN, TELEVISION STATION DOCUMENTARY, IN 1988, WHILE I WAS LIVING IN MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY, ON CENTRAL AVENUE. I may have mentioned an address of 7 East Main Street, that was an error, that was the address of an attorney who I had gone to for complicated reasons.

'SLAM SLAM SLAM BANG', NO I DO NOT THINK DEBBIE GOT MY E-MAIL, SO I WILL TRY AGAIN, AND IF THEY FUCK WITH ME, THEN I WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT, THEY ARE SHOUTING OVER THERE AND MAKING HORRIBLE SOUNDS. Yes, they have made my 58^th mother fucking birthday, ANOTHER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, hay you big heroes out there, yes you must feel really tough huh, able to destroy and wreck, the entire life of one little totally defenseless fucking guy, who has no resources or family support,and 'no nothing', to quote Diana Ross, also, the reason that I have neither, is that you took it all away from me from the minute I left high school.

Here are some new YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS. Later on shortly, I will discuss my father, both his visit in 1974 that initially began all kinds of wild shit manifesting itself around my life, and then after his death in 1981, and the real hell after that or second phase, beginning with the Playboy Bunny at Robin Hill Apartment Number 1802, forcing me and my mom to move out and into Atco, New Jersey, and then from there, it was TWILIGHT ZONE TOWNSHIP, from that moment on, right up through the very present times. You all know I speak the truths, about this and about how wicked my kid's family all is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is simply no other rational explanation, and even Elisa, the fiance' of Joe King back in oh-Marola-8 and oh-Marola-9, would agree, as you would know if you archived blogs from May and June time circa, from the poor persecuted cursed Mountainpen. Well, Gawky Gaukauk said this persecution has to do with WALL STREET, and this shit can get ultra super frightening and dangerous, so let me die Sheriff Monks and Sheriff Mascara, and my BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS, not mine. I have begged all of you for help, and these wicked horrible peeps are murdering me, at the speed of light cubed, while you stand there and just watch.

555555555555555555555555555555555—WHAAAAA.

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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Speaking of numbers and how they tell the story of all things; like fucking asshole WOW; if you take th eorder in time, by using registration numbers of the PA-u (performing Arts) registration numbers, and start at lowest and do it in chronological order, and then look at the listing numbers at th efar left of th emargin on th eabove list from the Library of Congress (LOC) regarding mymusic projects from 1980 through 2007; the pattern in numbers will speak so loudly, the sound will echo its way to fucking ass Planet Mars and back, twice. WEEEEEEEEEEE folks.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 132

"the continuation of "The Epitome of Harrassament"

PIGS RAISED BY PIGS EQUALS A LOT MORE THAN I EVER THOUGHT BACK IN TIME

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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