HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 142
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LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN:
WOW,
you would never believe my 121 semi-annums of life here on Planet
Earth, as MARK WAYNE MOHR, not a zillion turd licking years!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
142
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If
it can go mother fucking wrong, kind people out here, it
does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hoped I had found someone to help me with
something. As usual, things totally fucked up. Boy if my 121
semi-annums of hell here on this planet don't prove this dirt bag
goddess out there really totally fucking cunt hates my guts, I in all
honesty folks, just don't know what would!
I
can't catch a cunt lapping break to save my stinking fucking cunt
eating guts at Cuba's Cuban Atlantic City
Whorehouse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old
fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother fucking
crew. 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!
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MAY
18, 2015,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:07,JANE WHOREFACE
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-84/L-64).
HUMIDITY
IS 59%, FEELING LIKE 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 8, WITH GUSTS TO 10.
Run For The Roses
I leave my
whittle messages, don't I, GAP U.S. ©
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THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB,
YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
ONE
THING IS FOR SURE, PEOPLE:
THE
'ESS' HATES ME, AND LOVES TO FUCK WITH ME. BUT IS THIS GREAT DUDE THE
ESS-BOSS?
And
if not, who is?
You're
not the only one going through lots of shit in this life. Quit
fucking belly aching, YO!
WE'RE WATCHING HIM ALL RIGHT. HE'S A REAL JERK OFF, BUT WE HAVE HIM IN OUR SIGHTS.
We hear him too. He thinks he's funny. Must be why his old pal McNulty used to screw with him back in '72.
OH
YOU DAM BUTTWIPES DON'T ANYTHING ABOUT ME, SHUT FUCKING UP, YO!!!!!
You shut up, you asshole Mountainpen.
Get
real, all you people! He's just being him, YO!
Him
and his dam rotten music he loves to send, on all last days in
October. I feel sorry for those poor copyright examiners!
Aren't
you a real good girl, Merry Hollister?
And
he goes around calling me clueless
mailman!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
I
am one mother fucking sick puppy, PP, and all others. The joke that
isn't a bit funny is that I can be treated and feel fine, and they
won't allow it. What an evil and fucking rotten oppressive murdering
empire I had to go and get myself born into,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I am getting a
major mother fucking computer hack, Federal Communications
Commission, Bob McDowell, buddy and sir, on top of being very weak
and mother fucking ill. Aren't these oppressive bastards a real
regular Ralph Kramdon riot, Aunt Alice Gallagher Huntington, of
Braintree, Mass?????
This evil fucking
bunch from fucking hell can all burn the shit up in
fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Computer:
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM: You know what to do, so
fuckiGN cunt eating do it, YO!!!! S-T-O-P!!!!
MAY
18, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 10:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-82/L-64).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 60%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS ENE AND STEADY, AT 10.
Hall
Of Fame
Courtesy
of TWB
Bob
McDowell sir; this computer hack is against the mother fucking law of
th eland, sir? I'd fucking cunt appreciate a little help from your
mighty FCC, old 1972 wormhole-Cooley Hall pal of mine, and great kind
sir. Now they crashed it again, BOB, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!! FOR THE FUCKING RECORD SIR AND PAL, IT
IS A QUARTER PAST TEN THIS MONDAY MORNING ON 18 KARGE DAY MAY,
2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It wasn't a total crash, I
guess a major freeze would be the correct word here, Bob McDowell,
buddy and sir. This is a real mother fuckiGN botbar-day for me, old
Johnny Fucker Faster pal from 1972, YO!!!!!!! Now the mouse is giving
me one mother fucking word-disappearing assault after another. This
hacker is really on me, and I KNOW IT IS ALL
ABOUT THAT CROOKED FUCKING CHEATED ILLEGAL DOW JONES CAPPY PIG SWINE
STOCK MARKET HELL, THAT I HAVE HAD TO ENDURE ENDLESSLY, FOR THREE
CUNT CHEWING FUCKING DICK SNIFFING DECADES NOW; YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
woke up sick as shit with my goiter and thyroid gland condition,
being down to about 4 Mg weekly of my needed medicine that I took 28
Mg of weekly, for 31 years; alleviating it completely or almost. The
symptoms of the goiter were alleviated, not the thyroid condition
causing it. I had a powerful discussion with the lab-technician in
1984, about my attempts to reduce the meds and go off them entirely,
and told her I was down to 10 Mg. Weekly and feel like I am chocking
to death. The United States Copyright Office has a copy of this, as I
knew this had to be on the record to protect me up here in the
future. Here is the project it is on, along with the driving
instructions given me to this magic place. It was the office of a
throat specialist, just like the one I recently went to here in Fort
Pierce. Only when I left the one here, I had no blotted out memories
that would last for decades about the trip home, or what went down in
the office that day either. Yet the doctor phoned my mom at her
office job in Philadelphia to tell her, and I quote, after whatever
she told him first, as this was told to me that night by my mother
when I picked her up at the train station to drive her back to our
rented home on Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey, USA; “That's not
his problem, Misses Mohr”. I will remember
her telling me this strange incident for the rest of, or what
little there may be thanks to these awful monster fucking murderers;
MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First
I woke up real fucked up, then my door gets fuckiGN banged on and it
is maintenance telling me they are going to wax the floor and I am
trapped in my apartment until this afternoon. I had plans to take
something somewhere, and now that will have to be put off, and there
is no human way the enemies could have known about this, yet they
sure seemed fucking cunt to, folks! Then came this computer trouble.
I know the markets will now go to ALL TIME FUCKING RECORD HIGHS EVERY
DAY THIS WEEK, AND CROSS OVER INTO THE 19,000 POINT TERRITORY. YOU
CAN ALL FUCKING CUNT TOTALLY BANK ON THIS, GREAT PEOPLE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Until
Magnesonic strikes this world with Biblical Level retaliation for
what they are doing to me, this will go on for
eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking fun, huh peeps???
Duh-duh-duh
Hyundai Cars; they're all saying to me; ''YEAH PATHETIC FUCKING
MOUNTAINPEN, REAL FUCKING HA-HA-HA FUN,
YO''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have a mother fucking dirt bag at the stop sign outside my apartment
window at 10:51, blaring his car garbage noisy sub-woofers at me now,
Fort Pierce Police, and Sheriff Ken Mascara, great folks, YO!!!!!!!!
I could really use some mother fucking assistance today, and this
entire week; great dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!
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THAT
WAS A LTTLE LIFE-COMPENSATION!
Whether
MIND is stored and powered mechanically or
biologically, a machine-mind, or a human-brain, in other
words; mind is mind; and after
enough mind comes together, powerful shit happens, that nobody
thought to even guess, a short few decades ago; not in all of the
best syfy works, or anything else for that matter. But there has to
be a sufficient quantity of mind. Today, the advancement in
micronization technique and computer technology in partnership, is
making it a definite reality, for machines to become equal to and
even surpass human minds. Some say this is silly, computers can do so
much now, they are already greater, but you are wrong. The machines
are huge adding machines, and with all of the software, they still
know that 1 and 1 is 2, they merely know it a trillion times faster
that you and I know it, which many are now saying, so who cares, but
therein lies, no offense, your ignorance to a powerful fucking
reality, so read on. Enough mind coming together, and sentientness
begins all by itself, it just takes a sufficient amount of MIND. All
the computers right now at the local Walmart store put together is
not quite equal to an average toddler. You see, the toddler can
think, and the machine still knows one thing, one and one is 2. But
as more power and memory becomes what will replace our present day
computer, and when the new cubit-chips are made a part of this ultra
high technology as well; the toddler will be born. There is no such
thing as AI, or artificial intelligence. There is either not enough
of it to be there, or there is enough of it, sort of as the mighty
girl of drunken wisdom would say so often and endlessly so it seemed,
Mizz Dawn-Marie King the great; ''IT IS WHAT
IT IS'', and indirectly, we have the
built in symbolism in that mighty statement of pure Platonism
Wisdom, of the great GODDESS
HERSELF, THE BABYLONAIN SCYLLA-ISIS,
''is-is'', it is what it is. All things are designed intentionally
with a mighty and all powerful SYMBOLIC
CONNECTIVENESS, GOOD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
continuing on with ENOUGH MIND, verses NOT ENOUGH MIND, well folks,
this is what eventually makes consciousness and awareness. What then
goes onto create emotions that the human brains develop after birth
and baby-hood and then moving into childhood and onward through life,
is the outward interaction with their external environment beyond
their inner mind. Placing a powerful computer that has ENOUGH MIND
and thus is intelligent and aware of itself, and putting in into a
robotic mobility by using advanced robotic technology, allows this
developing machine-toddler, to also, as with real children, learn all
about the emotional reality to thought and existence.
So
now you all know the truth about no such thing as artificial MIND or
INTELLIGENCE, merely one is generated in a biochemical way and is
powered by a biological machine that feeds on heat energy by
consuming calories or FOOD, and another is powered by solar cells,
electricity, or to quote a very unusual gentleman from 1995, at the
Haddonwood Swim Club; with Gravigain-Hypertronics, a system he showed
me and drew for me, so incredible at the pool one day, that I though
I would die of a mother fucking heart attack. As with my ex-bizz
partner at the Studio Park Record Company from 1998-2000, these are
two highly intelligent folks, well, one departed this veil of tears,
the other is here in the land of misery and woe, along with poor old
fucking me!!!!!
I
have a great fucking respect for many things that as of yet, I do not
fully understand. Some are inventions I have seen and witnessed. Some
are people I have met. Some are things that happen to me such as one
out of three thousand or so, Russ Bread Thaxton of 1969; computer
hacking. A lot of what has happened to me, and this was told by a
powerful computer geek-hacker in 1997 while he was at my home and
witnessed the event; “beyond any normal hacking of any kind”. He
went onto say it was a biosing-hack, that to his knowledge,
shouldn't be able to work, unless I had a bigger system, almost a
mainframe; and they too needed to have a giant monster system. Well,
without being all snowed in here, great Mother-Russia; we all
know a lot of things being done that are bad, not just Mister Kiefer
Flatliner Sutherland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO
BILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 140
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Some
attacks are worse than others, and right now, the attack that I am
under is about as mother fucking dark and demonic as it gets. If I
was holy roller religious person the way ''mama tried to bring me
up'' for the most part, I'd be bible in god dam hand right now, on my
knees 'anda prayin' like a mother-fucker'. The nightmares last night
were horrendous, after the fire alarm incident. I doubt I will be
alive much longer. Between the mental and physical and emotional
torture, and the psychic attack, being mother fucking perpetrated on
me by BRIGGBASE resident ''human-beings''; no flesh was created to
survive this much monstrous torment.
Ever
since I was a tiny child, Satan has been attacking me and has hated
me far beyond other humans. No one alive can give me answers, only
endless mother fucking lies, bullshit, and more aggravation. I do
know that California, USA; has a church that worships this rotten
bastard, and that Anton Laveigh or however his names are spelled,
founded them in the nineteen fuckiGN sixties. Most of my enemies are
headquartered in New York City, and Hollywood, California. It doesn't
take a genius to do the math on many things, and I've just done the
best I can to figure out my most recent 60 year lifetime, and all of
this around me, whatever it really truly is,
Dennis.
Morty
Mortino the dirt bag death angel, has been bothering me again
recently; after several weeks of a nice back off from his fucking
buzzing bullshit. One side one ear, and then the other, it is
continual. He is a fucking pain in my asshole. Take me, or leave me
the hell alone, mother fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes sirs; you and
Lennydev, ''perfect together'', if I may be allowed to quote my
ex-Governor and later Chief of Homeland Security, and 1983
correspondent on my casino woes, Mister Thomas Kean. I always thought
you were a great governor and a really cool dude, so the hell with
what Dave Roth said and thought, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Life
has many things that make sense and many that do not, and on that
first part of the great Judge Judy's famous saying here that all of
her fans such as myself know about very well; I fully and totally
agree with her on. I am a little sketchy and gray area minded about
'part-2' of her concept, but then no one thinks alike 100%, and most
of us are the product of our life's experiences, for th every most
part. Still, going with part one and things that either do or do not
make sense being real and true; 3+3 is 6, and it will not ever be 58
or 24 or 19.393. The opposite of cold is hot, not red, not dead, not
hair pins, and so forth. Only on that strictly held standard, do I
fully agree with that two part concept, and here is why. My life has
been absolutely filled with things that just make no sense, not to
me, and not to very logical thinking people around me. But I am not
imagining anything, and I certainly am not lying or faking or
hoaxing. Some may then go onto say, I may be either mentally ill or
emotionally disturbed, and this brings me a different view on things.
But that theory all goes out with the baby's bathwater folks, and
here is why. I wasn't giving you my spin on stuff with many things.
It wasn't me who was all alone in the car that tells that story of
the horrible piercing sound and Ed and Ann being in this car with me
years back up in Jersey. I told you how Ed, Mister Logical Tyhinker
and mister Normalcy, eventually told me, “Mark, there are things
about you and your life, that I confess now, that I simply cannot
explain”. But let me add this, good folks. When Ed says this, it is
the epitome of any statement made, as Ed prided himself in finding a
logical explanation for all things, including my mysterious weird and
wild crazy mother fucking life, and he JUST COULD NOT, and that was
straight from the horse mouth, and ass; great peeps out
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 139
WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts
Dangerous Storm Outbreak Eyes Great Plains Today
UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Fred Allen
UPDATED 12 PM CDT, May 16, 2015
There will be no
shortage of dangerous weather patrolling the Great Plains and
Mississippi Valley today. A major storm outbreak, in fact,
will not only deliver destructive large hail and high winds,
but a couple of long-track and violent tornadoes will also be
in play as well from northern Texas to central Nebraska.
Driving today's
potentially destructive and widespread severe storm outbreak
will be the consolidation of low pressure across the western
High Plains of Kansas and Nebraska. Aided by a boost of
upper-level energy exiting the Intermountain West and southern
Rocky Front Range, individual thunderstorms will explode from
central Texas to South Dakota by the middle of this afternoon.
In fact, the severe
weather risk is so great the government's Storm Prediction
Center has placed extreme southern Nebraska, central Kansas,
central Oklahoma and far north-central Texas within a Moderate
Risk for an organized and potentially widespread severe
weather outbreak this afternoon into tonight.
That will mean cities
such as McCook, Neb., Colby, Garden City and Wichita, Kan.,
and Oklahoma City, Norman, Lawton and Edmond, Okla., will all
need to be on high alert for violent thunderstorms packing
damaging wind gusts up to 80 mph, hail greater than baseballs
and a couple of long-track and violent tornadoes.
Even outside this
elevated severe weather danger zone, powerful thunderstorms
preceding a cold front dividing warm and very humid air from
cooler and drier air in its wake will target cities from Grand
Forks and Bismarck, N.D., to Omaha, Neb., and Dallas to
Abilene, Texas. Here, high winds ranging from 60-to-70 mph,
golf ball sized hail and several tornadoes, even a few of
which could be intense, are all possible.
In addition to the
severe weather threat, the most intense thunderstorms will
easily drop a quick 1-to-3 inches of rain in a short time.
Combined with possible thunderstorm debris blocking storm
drains, as well as excess runoff, the risk for areas of flash
flooding will only grow today across the Plains. Flash Flood
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WALLS, CHAPTER 139
MAY
16, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-85/L-75).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 90.
WINDS
ARE E AT 8, GUSTING TO 17.
Mark
Minor, and all other 'boys that wanna' go home', back in 1966, and
without any bar fights taking place in Nassau Town; and all other
'ESS Travelers'; sup evweebwuddy, YO??? Are any of you geniuses out
here GETTING what's going on yet with anything, as no one is
anything other than a dam ghost out here. See how electronics is
used, to communicate with other parallel universe's in the
hyperspace/multiverse????? I wrote this a couple of days back, and
then I had that powerful DREAM last night or hyperspace-interaction,
with the girl talking to me in a car my double was driving, and SHE
SEEMED TO KNOW ABOUT THE ESS AS WELL AS ME NOT BEING A MEMBER IN IT,
at least not yet??????????? Like is a fucking ass hundred or two
MACY-WOW'S in order here or what, kind folks???????????? The ESS did
not like me doing this, A MAJOR ASS MOUSE JUMP JUST HAPPENED, FCC,
OLD PAL MISTER MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And fucking ass now, let me
get passed evil Jane Dirtbag, and her ones assault on me since
spring time in 1993 by saying this whittle thing a few dam times,
folks!!!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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and WOW-WOW-WO!
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Oh
the gods, folks, why why why did you tell me these things back in
time, Jimmy Copyrights????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY BRAD MESSENGER, I sure hope that your life turned out
a lot better than mine did, old buddy! Like WOW.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Holy
Moley Molly; don't scratch your dam wring-worm, YO. Things
can only get better,
to quote the
lovely Egg Harbor Township Twinbay,
only they never ever seem to and I've been here as Mark Wayne Mohr
now for just about 121 semi-annums now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
WEATHER BUG
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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Well,
the only thing that I have to blame is the Exploratronic Supermind
Society. But still great folks out here, isn't that enough? What do
you gals think, Babs and Donna? Yeah Deer-Hunter Cifaloglio Anthony,
I know Donna passed, you buttwipe. At least I am not in on
conspiracies to leave shit around for security guards to
intentionally not be able to miss seeing while on rounds.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! My moves? You know it, Chuck 134 Norris,
BUD!
The
joke is on one big fat stupid mother fucking total asshole, and his
name is MARK WAYNE MOHR. No non-ESS would ever be reading this blog.
Only the ESS is, and why would they ever comment or care, when their
job is simply to watch me, they are basically, watchers,
infiltrators, just like the radical hippie sixties kids were
infiltrated in their groups, by law enforcement officers, especially
in the large cities in America back then, such as NYC and all of
them. Hay, that's OK. I sort of knew I couldn't win back in my
'passing religious tracts out in Gloucester City' days, of the
middle eighties. Jim Burr and his shit. He got me super screwed
twice, and when I wrote my book,in 1994, “TPB”; I only was
thinking he got me screwed once. I had not put the Hollister
deal
together yet. You see Patty
was one of a kind.
She believed
in duplicating things
and passed
this idea down to her daughter.
Whether it be the Mike Gutherman Syndrome and whichever way it went,
real bad or real good, when you take certain truths and see how they
play out, it takes no part of rocket science or puns, to see
clearly, Johnny Faster, and FCC Johnny Nash Joker of '72. You cannot
take things that mathematically all add up, to needing about a one
million to one chance or better to be a real true honest
coincidence; and keep insisting that time and again, just because
not seeing it a certain way would make you sound crazy as a mother
fucker Mister Blackboards Smith of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA from
1970; oh it has to be one. It just frikkin' has to be only another
wild and major outlandish circumstantial happenstance of mind
bending, bone chilling, endless coincidence!!!! Sure, whatever,
Congressman!!!! I am going to take a little break now and enjoy some
blueberries and cranberries, Mister First Contact Gene Roddenberry
and family, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
NOVEMBER
19, 2013,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 1:55
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE
OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------
“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
“HORRIBLE
FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, AGAIN”
I'm
very sorry folks; it's never really my intention to cause any
suffering to innocent people. I ONLY WISH THE MOTHER
FUCKING SCUMBAG WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE FELT THE SAME WAY ABOUT
ME, BUT THAT IS NOT “SMITH BLACKBOARD 1971 HADDONFIELD NEW JERSEY
ZENKISS REALITY”, NOW IS IT???
The
Copyright Examiners have the
1988 conversation, where I am talking quite heatedly to my friend
David Roth, and my mother as well; in a home on Central Avenue, in
Moorestown, New Jersey. The subject was indeed
the STOCK MARKET. Now I am speaking to a group I used to
call, MY MORIANS. Now I am merely
speaking to anyone who wishes to listen to me, and am totally and
completely finished in the pursuit of twisting any arms with my ten
year old strength, IF THAT!!! Still, let us discuss the market (DOW
JONES), and then, my horrible fucking BOTBAR DAY,
MONDAY, YESTERDAY. If not in the mood to cry a little bit, you may
always hit two little keys, HOME, and NEXT-BLOG! Hopefully, you will
read on, handkerchief in hand, kind people. Thank you so much.
To
function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a
totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to
know this, simply don't, but it takes a lot of money and flowing
readily available liquid capital. This fact does not change because
it is printed on one days' blog, and then another days' blog, it is
as immortal as the gods, and we are, the gods, in a lower form while
awake in dreaming hyperspace interaction or DHI for shorter future
reference should I desire to use this abbreviation later on down the
pike, Captain Christopher-Trek!
The
fucking nightmare that I am in, is worse than the combined torture
of the Holocaust. I don't care who hates me for saying this, or how
much. They are not able to recognize that when
a person is as aware and awake, while inside of this DHI,
as am I; the
level of intensity to things that other folks would pass right by as
if it was all worthless scooped up dog-shit; is about a million
times greater, and if you choose to believe or disbelieve claims
such as this made by me, Mountainpen (Mark Wayne Mohr), THEN THAT IS
ENTIRELY YOUR RIGHT, AND YOUR BUSINESS. But I still am indeed making
these claims, and thus when I tell you how horrible this shit all
is, I will speak to you from my vantage point, and from my heart,
fully realizing that avast majority may totally hate what I say, and
or think I am nuts as a sack of energy roasted salted almonds, at
light speed squared. You may choose to remove the salt, and even not
to roast, but it will be energy almonds, if they are at C-SQ, in or
out of Princeton University!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown
and on their own,Margie Leo, yeah sweetie, give me and my wild
imagination a total break, or cut us one, back in 1985 at
Caldor-113, WO! People must take me for the world's biggest fucking
idiot, huh Joan Lapplane? You were right all along, maybe,
effortless withdraws all notwithstanding, Electron-Lifeguard-1995, I
just may well be the BIGGEST FOOL IN THE WHOLE DAM POOL, all along,
after-all, I let some powerful fucking shit all get past me at this
place, and at this time in my life, huh Style Court Cousins?
Here
is the most recent stock market chart,
good followers of Mountainpen and his blogs, no dogs, Walter War
Coward, I know everything about everybody; and why they
even think there is a closet for any of them,
is absurd times ten to the power of nine and a quarter fucking
million!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE! BUT
WHO NEEDS TO LOOK AT FUCKING STOCK MARKET CHARTS? I DON'T!
BY
PERSECUTING ME WITH NEVER ENDING VARIOUS HARASSMENTS, ALL OF THESE
WOMO-MILITUFORCE MONSTERS, CAN ENDLESSLY KEEP THE DOW JONES TICKING
UP! If
someone teamed up with me; we
could all be multi-billionaires.
As of yet, nobody believes me, and this is the hidden gold in the
attic of a homeowner who never will reap the benefit of the secret
in his house; and will die broke, working hard all his life; when it
did not have to be that way. Thank the great
state of Missouri
and their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my
friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)
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wayne mohr at 1:08
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comments:
Well,
don't get too
happy
Doctor Garrigan old pal!!!!!!!
Well,
don't get too
happy
Doctor Garrigan old pal!!!!!!!
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don't get too
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Doctor Garrigan old pal!!!!!!!
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Now
folks, I don't look as fucked up as my photo, my hair is neater in
the back now, and also, the cheap ass photo-bucked or the cheap ass
copy place that took my photo for my blogs when I started blogging
and placed it onto a CD, for internet uploads to media sources such
as Blogger and whatever; made a terrible copy. It begins to resemble
the way I look, when you paste it into your documents and then bring
up a paint program or just that little icon that allows a few
alterations, where if you make my jersey the way it really is, close
to being bright red, then I begin to resemble myself. Originally
they made me look 100 pounds heavier than I am also, so I elongated
it with the other controls. Still, I know I'm just an old ugly slob;
so why do very young beautiful girls keep chasing me; during these
incredibly horrible days, YYYYYYYYYYY. Just explain this rationally
to me, Jimmy Burr from 1984, and US © Office, YYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYY?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
New blog from December of
2011----------------------------------http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
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Blogger since January 2006
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observed on Google, on 11/18/2013
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page hits:------- (33, 832)
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
FOR THE REAL SERIOUS NIGHTMARE, CALLED MY MAGNETICS, REFLECTED
THROUGH WHAT I HAVE TERMED AND LABELED, MPB OR (MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE
BOTBAR).
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
GOD
ALL MIGHTY, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA)
'M---O---N---E---Y';
is the most evil
fucking thing in the universe. It
makes nice people rotten, and rotten people become demonic monsters
cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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