It
is very hot and humid. Fire alarms are becoming quite prevalent
again. The assholes have had their music on fairly loud across from
me over at ''illegal James' place'', and I could sit here belly
aching and bitching on and on and fucking cunt eating on, lads and
lassies, YO BRO!
MAY
21, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 90 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-90/L-68).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 59%, FEELING LIKE 96.
WIND
IS NW AT 6, GUSTING TO 8.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
On
top of all this mother fucking dog shit, great folks; I am sicker
than mother fucking shit, and am awaiting my murder and death, at the
hands of a very evil rotten empire called the USA. I confess that I
am not in any kind of a fucking flowery mood right about fucking now,
peeps!
Merritt
Island, FL
Spring
Plumeria
Courtesy
of TWB
Florida
has one thing if nothing else. A super beyond red hot Attorney
General. Too bad she wasn't one of eight octuplets.
FUNNY
FUNNY FUNNY, SHEILA FRANKLIN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Audience |
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I
REALLY MOTHER FUCKING WISH THE FORT PIERCE
POLICE, WOULD STOP THIS CONSTANT SUB FUCKING WOOFER ATTACK,
OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT. THIS IS A TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES
TO PEACEFUL ENJOYMENT OF MY LEGALLY PAID FOR APARTMENT, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS THE CUNT CHEWING FUCKING SHIT I HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH THAT ALL
BEGAN ON 8-15-1986, WITH THE ICPE-APE PARALLEL EVENT HELL NIGHTMARE,
BETWEEN ME AND THEIR EBVIL FUCKING STOCK MARKET, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT,
SIR, AND MAYOR HONORABLE MA'AM OF FORT PIERCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
monthly page-views petered out at just under
4K; and has been going the other way now, for a week or so.
Well, as with stocks, they go up, they go down. But stocks will
always gain forever in the long run if they are the blue chip DJIA.
This
shit all began in 1980, got worse in 1983, and got worse yet again if
that can be reasonably fucking fathomed, in 1986. Is anyone anywhere
one bit sorry for all they've done? Not on your fucking life. These
astral world gods have no conscience and they are to quote the GAP
Dawn-Marie King, back in late twenty-OHM-9; ''soulless mother
fuckers''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST WALK AWAY, HUH DONNA SUMMER, WHILE NO RED COLOR IS ON
THEM?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, HUH MIKE 1971 MCNULTY SIR?
Mailmen, bus-men,
water-people, and so much more, all notwithstanding, kind people; I
did try. I remember saying back around a dozen years or more back
now, while speaking of enjoying my air conditioning at the Mullica
Mobile Manor Trailer Park just east of Hammonton, New Jersey; ''Now
I'll be enjoying THE OTHER AC''
In
any case, something I heard while enjoying watching 'TWC' just today,
made me think of that, not that it triggered a lost to conscious mind
memory, as I do think often of that very thing that I had spoken onto
my CASSETTE TAPED LIFE JOURNAL that I was sort of keeping, as the New
Testament of the Morianity Bible, on tape, back then before my
'blogging career that never took off', all began.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
just cannot get my lovely LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA to visit with me
lately. I guess she thinks I haven't been a good boy. Oh well, I try.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
She
has totally mother fucking abandoned me in 2015. No fucking lightning
anywhere near me ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
dear life journal/diary, I asked my kitty cat Gawky
Gaukauk, WHY THE FRIKKIN' ASS STOCK MARKET IS FLYING ON A
SUPER RALLY FOR SO LONG, as well
as why I was struck down in early December with lots of health
problems, and got some real wild information. But does anything at
all shock poor old fucking git bag Mountainpen? Not on your dam ass
life, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---
My
days of keeping a LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, cannot be fathomed,
not by ten fucking thousand Albert Einsteins, even those that 'know
the diction of Mark Wayne Mohr and Sarah-Stacey Krassle', copyrighted
in or out of the ultra wild year of 1997, which won't even be
frikkin' touched on, on this journal of right now, tonight.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Oh yeah, I forgot, I never said that on tape,
only in print up here in the ''future'', but this, as are many things
and folks, is and are, singularly and plurally, RELATIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!
In any case, SOONER OR LATER, MAGGIE IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME
REAL FUCKING SERIOUS ASS, as only SHE CAN DO, Misses Elliot. The
world has no tiny little clue just how sorry I am for doing a lot of
really rotten ass fucking things over the past 60+ years now, but
that's just the way it goes.
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
And
before my life ends shortly, I am going to get to the bottom of many
things. One of these is why the U.S. © Office tells me my project
#29 is up on their website, and I cannot ever get to anything at all,
only the 28 projects, never can I see the 29 project, so why is this
happening to me, Jimmy Burr????????????
Two
of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or
in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST
15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make
that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called,
REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric
life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not
something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so
I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it
has been, merely I'll remind my readers that it has to do with the
theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing
nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me
being up or down, and two-'THEY' being winners or losers in a very
strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the
Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in
good conscience, is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how
hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now; whether there
is or is not, a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself,
IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer
of 1986; also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact
remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986, only
the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break.
Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways.
Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no
Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike,
so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as
early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey
season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock
market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the
missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever
rear its ugly head in all of recorded history. Now this had to get
out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major
significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and
parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the
rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986. There just is no
getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than
all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together,
happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this
date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or
not; seems to revolve around an 'inescapable' reality, 'PARALLEL
EVENT', without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members
of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some
few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to
“PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Pablo, so check that off,
KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever I have a major
extra normal vivid dreaming experience, the next day is always MAJOR
MESSED UP, going all the way back even to the year of miracles for
me, the great 1994, and the interaction with the SUNRAM DISTANCE
ELIMINATION CHAMBER MACHINE, that autumn, and then on the way to
Haddonwood later in the day, despite major overcast skies, being
pulverized and pummeled by MY WOMO MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I am not
going to lie and tell you that again today, was not about the song,
“YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER”, as it was.
'THEY' just won't let me put any money together so that I can go over
to the Avalon Studio, and pick up my CD, and post the song onto my
YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I never ever EVER NEVER saw the FORCES this strong
against something in my entire @$^&^$%E#@!@%$!!@%!*)&_$*^$*
LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! This is why, I will now post up the lyrics to the
song; and it is copyrighted, because the blog is copyrighted, and I
fully legally intend to make it official someday with a check to the
Library of Congress, just not today, because THEY won't allow me to
get a penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEING TOTALLY
OBSTRUCTED AND PREVENTED AND STOPPED FROM DOING THIS, AND I KNOW IT,
AND FEEL IT LIKE I WOULD FEEL THE FORCE OF A SKYSCRAPER FALLING DOWN
ON ME, SHOULD THAT BE THE CASE. This may be an inescapable force all
right, but the forces against me will not escape this blog going up
onto the internet on an early Thursday morning, that will at least
contain the words to this tune, that so much energy and power is
being expended from somewhere, to obstruct and halt. All
the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands
on the planet; are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON
THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Jesus fucking Christ Almighty, I only wish I had not done all of this
a couple years ago. They wouldn't be murdering me today if I had kept
my fucking mouth shut, President Kennedy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
just exactly when is it all going to be all right, Deer-hunters and
trash business owners from the great Woodie Guthrie Islands?
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Don't
you dare tell me, ''in the morning light''; or maybe your cereal will
taste a bit lousy tomorrow morning, GAP Anthony Cifaloglio, and
Garage-man Bill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watch the
choke holds there, big Deezy Slim Youtube! I take fucking
parallel universes very seriously, lads and lassies. You
would too if you had lived nearly ten thousand years of this
hell!!!!
Oh
wonderful Peter Vitteritti of Pleasantville, New Jersey, USA; sir;
please take this to Callio's A&R person, even if I am a little
late.
Tell
her, flowers are for A&R dream traveling ESS T-3-E's, and for
girls, as that way, I can't lose. She is a lady and I do not know any
more than this. Soon, I will be with all of these people. WOW THAT,
Mister Macy.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
MAY
21, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 11:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-84/L-64).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 59%, FEELING LIKE 93.
WIND
IS NW AT 6, GUSTING TO 8.
I
fucking died and went to eternal hell eternity ago, and I know it. I
know it because nothing fuckiGN else can ever possibly explain my
cunt chewing nightmare endless outlandish monster ass fucking cunt
life. I fucking died and went to eternal hell eternity ago, and I
know it. I know it because nothing fuckiGN else can ever possibly
explain my cunt chewing nightmare endless outlandish monster ass
fucking cunt life. I fucking died and went to eternal hell eternity
ago, and I know it. I know it because nothing fuckiGN else can ever
possibly explain my cunt chewing nightmare endless outlandish monster
ass fucking cunt life. I fucking died and went to eternal hell
eternity ago, and I know it. I know it because nothing fuckiGN else
can ever possibly explain my cunt chewing nightmare endless
outlandish monster ass fucking cunt life. I fucking died and went to
eternal hell eternity ago, and I know it. I know it because nothing
fuckiGN else can ever possibly explain my cunt chewing nightmare
endless outlandish monster ass fucking cunt life. I fucking died and
went to eternal hell eternity ago, and I know it. I know it because
nothing fuckiGN else can ever possibly explain my cunt chewing
nightmare endless outlandish monster ass fucking cunt life. I fucking
died and went to eternal hell eternity ago, and I know it. I know it
because nothing fuckiGN else can ever possibly explain my cunt
chewing nightmare endless outlandish monster ass fucking cunt
life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merritt
Island, FL
Spring
Plumeria
Courtesy
of TWB
I will say it over eight times or eight thousand
times. The great Pam Bondi may be a wonderful Attorney General, but
she seems to wish for me to die in slow torturous agony. In addition
to this,
I
THINK WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW BY NOW, THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING CUNT
CURSE IS NEVER NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO STOP.
BUTTTTTTTTTTT, it is time for me to add in a little
more here. David Roth noticed this in the eighties, and it never ever
mother fucking changes. Things can start out perfectly great for
people like himself and me; but let a little time pass, and be
fucking assured; to quote him exactly here; “Things always turn to
pure shit”!!!!!!!!!!!!
REAL MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, YO!!!!!!!!!!! MY COMPUTER
ALMOST CRASHED WITH ANOTHER FUCKING HACK, FCC PAL BOB MCDOWELL, YO!
Mouse jumping and freezing and all kinds of hacking,
Bob. Why won't you help me, Mister Johnny Calendars Fucker Faster
Joker from 1972??????????????????
If there was really a god, which I totally know there
fucking cunt is not; this would simply not be permitted. All my
mother fucking life I have tried to get along with people and I have
bent over turd chewing backwards to give and to go their way, and to
live selfless. All I get for my trouble, is the full knowing that the
reap and sow biblical promise, at least for me, is a total fucking
lie. If it is real, then I must have died, and this has to be mother
fucking hell. How can shit like the accident that was blotted out in
some quantum wave splicer, that happened to me in December of 1985,
in Woodbury, New Jersey, be for real, in any real world? I know that
some of you out here know it couldn't, and a tiny few must wonder
just what is going on then, if I am not lying or crazy, and by the
way, I assure you I am being fully honest and that I am totally
rational and sane, and to prove it, I know that no one believes this.
I do face fucking reality. That is what makes my hell burn so fucking
dam bright and hot, endlessly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My monthly page-views petered
out at just under 4K; and has been going the other way now,
for a week or so. Well, as with stocks, they go up, they go down. But
stocks will always gain forever in the long run if they are the blue
chip DJIA.
Audience |
Doors are slamming away. Yesterday I come out of a
store after being messed with in ways too ugly to get into, and when
I get on the elevator hot and dead tired with my grocery bags; a
bunch of visitors held up the elevator shooting the shit with peeps
still in the lobby. The doors would close and they would keep opening
them, and this was bad enough, going on for several minutes in the
heat. Then when they got off, they made it worse by not saying to me
directly or apologizing by any means, “Oh I didn't see anyone in
the elevator”, meaning me. I am pretty hard not to see in a small
crate of less than 15 square feet of standing platform. There is a
large box as we have two, and this was not it. I weigh 265 pounds,
and am pretty hard to miss. And saying that at me and not as an
apology, made it beyond fucking rude. It was meant as a taunt and
anyone in the 'LEAST OF PARANOIDS CLUB', will agree to that unless
they are so desensitized to their environment that a great white
shark could be riding the elevator with them and they wouldn't be any
the wiser.
I will tell you what I put up with at Publix after
checking out. The lady ringing up the order didn't even care that I
was not out of her view, when she took her arms and waved them and
told the lady behind me I stink to high heaven. This is Florida, and
I am not the only one who sweats in this sweltering fucking heat, and
high humidity; or who STINKS as the day wears on. DEAL
WITH IT; you rude arrogant wicked evil Floridians. Southern
Hospitality? I have not ever seen any of it for coming up on 66
months living here now. Give me fuckiGN cunt huffing Jersey
Hospitality any day of the year. I never had any of this shit go down
up there, YO.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Wow
is there a dam dark shadow surrounding my life
MAY
21, 2015,
EARLY
THURSDAY MORNING AT 1:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(NONE).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 57%.
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 92.
“THEY'VE
SHUT ME DOWN BOB MCDOWELL”
This
will not pertain to machine destruction, but rather biological
devastation. But look at the enemy's track record with me. If they
can destroy material stuff around me for three fifths of a decade,
then destroying my body is a breeze to these evil jerk offs.
Enemies;
just who R they???????????
BY
PERSECUTING ME WITH NEVER ENDING DEATH HARASSMENT, 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!!
AM
I FALLING HEAD DEEP DOWN IN IT MR. SNOWED-IN?
GOOD
OLD 1983 AND SPACE TIME MIND, AND MY MUSIC, © OFFICE?
BUT IS
REALITY 3 LOST IN THE RECENT TIME SHUFFLE REGARDING ALL OF THIS?
YES,
AND SO IS THE CLOUD OF D-6 RECYCLE.
Or
was it ever Callio, and just how real and powerful is the
internet/cosmanet of the future, or the neural
conscious collective cloud,
that is spoken about by that really cool Asian Professor on
television, on many channels, and a lot on the Science Channel. I
told you all in 2007 that internet was going to evolve into this
monstrous thing. It seems monstrous while thinking in a lesser
enlightened spirit-of-the-times. It is like thinking of astral
life in the flesh as nuclear reactions in the sub atomic world. On
the thinking surface level, it seems terrifying and horrible, but
when there and interacting, we hang onto this energy as long as we
can, until we fall off and dream down into lower hyperspace
misery, here. But folks, my memories are fully jarred after seeing
the professor talk about this just last night on fucking TV. All
the things in my life have become more crystal clear than if I was
literally given a Hubble Telescope connected into my brain
directly. We all came from this cloud, and we then eventually
recreate the next cycle of it, all over again. We then leave the
worldly confines of planet Earth, and we venture through a
wormhole, and when on the other side, as the cloud, well, as the
old and the new kids from 1978 put it so nicely in their song,
''HERE
WE GO AGAIN''.
I just need to remember the lyric needs to be reversed, that part
about, ''Everybody loves him, don't let him down''. Why not Tony
Zenun of Haddonwood; all polarity is reversed on the other side of
wormholes? Believe
me folks, I am planning a horrible counter strike, and a lot of
mother fucking people will be hurting just as bad as me before all
of this shit is over!!!
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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.
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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!
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
AFTER-MORIANITY-PROJECT (AMP).
YOU
ARE READING THE 147
CHAPTER
OF HALLS WALLS---A.M.P.
Forget
about 101 or 102 of them, as six will do quite nicely; lads and
lassies. I
truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and most of
you here in the awake world on Planet Earth know me as Mark Wayne
Mohr.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care!!!!!
Boy
have you let me down this year, Diana. I really miss your
lightning, my baby-blond!
So
are you Katharine, or Mary Lee; big girl?
I
wonder if those tracker systems knows when these two girls get
knocked up and are laying their eggs? Shit, as for me, I have had
all the eggs for ten lifetimes, yup in Egg Harbor City, New
Jersey, and Egg Harbor Township as well. Am I negative or just
correct here, lovely Twinbay?
WOW-WOW-WOW---SO
FIRE ME MISTER MACY!!!
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IF
I TOLD YOU THE DETAILS TO THE PAST ONE YEAR OF MY LIFE, LET ALONE THE
PAST YEARS OF JUS TTHIS CENTURY; YOU WOULD GO STARK RAVING FUCKING
MAD. TO QUOTE MY AUNT GERALDINE FROM 1971, ''I'LL SPARE YOU''.
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG.
Weather
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THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
All
these cock sucking mother fucking pricks have to do is destroy
my weekend,
and BANG, the
DOW JONES INDUSTRIALS will fly up to the cunt swallowing moon and
beyond.
Why won't one of you quintessential assholes ever believe in my
agony, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? Why won't they; great and powerful
mother fucking Copyright Office of 1984? You see, THAT
sir Lurch
Rockdroid,
IS MY PROBLEM,
SO STOP CALLING MY MOMMY. I WAS 29 YEARS OLD, AND NOT A LITTLE MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' BABY; OR DID MY KID PUT YOU UP TO THIS?????????????? WOW,
IF I HAD DONE SHIT LIKE FUCKING THIS AT THAT AGE, Mirrors Sidney
WOULD HAVE HAD MY BLOOD DRAINED OUT AND FED TO FUCKING CUNT LAPPING
ROSEANN DELANEY FOR DIN-DIN, LOVELY EYES-BETTY!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
and WHAAAAAAAA!!!
There
is a short story you need to hear so your memory is refreshed, even
if you never read my first half of my blogs from 06-10 of this
stinking rotten hellish miserable fucking asshole century, good
people. One night in 1986, David Roth and I were in Atlantic City and
I went to gamble at the then Golden Nugget Casino that now is the
same building, but called the Hilton, lovely Paris who never, just
like Wendy Silverspoon Thomas, had a bad day in her spoiled filthy
rotten little ass life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, YO; as we entered the
parking garage of the place, all the lights were off and it was late
in the night time, not twelve fucking noon. I am not talking pitch
black, but a preponderance of lights that should have been on, were
not, for reasons that then, I just totally believed, was Goddess
Diana
(whom I call MIDDIE-ISIS, now), was
warning me not to gamble there, that it was all magnetically or
'cosmologically' ''FIXED'' against me.
Sure
enough, I LOST EVERY SINGLE 50-50 BET IN A ROW,
while David stood there, looking as though his dog, best friend, and
parents; had all just died in excruciating agony, right in front of
his mother fucking cunt eyes. I never ever forget shit, I remember
every little detail about the last 10,000 mother fucking years, not
even dream breaks or (LIFETIMES) bust up my incredible memories. I
can see it now in front of me as clearly as if a naked lovely whore
was throwing me down right now and fucking me pathetic little brains
out of my cruel intentions 1999
skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
point in this, is that some huge thing is all behind why that photo
in the MEET MORE CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY HATE-PAGE, was suddenly
removed on Dawn-Marie Kings birthday, of course she passed out of
this veil of fucking tears on New Years Day back in twenty fucking
eleven, as holidays seem to be an incredible major something in THIS
WILD ASS FAMILY, just what, is anybody's mother fucking guess. Maybe
I will go to the Jupiter fucking Jetty and jump off and take a big
deep breath, and just go ahead and Paula Weston Stabler Patton,
“DIE-DIE-DIE”, HUH David ha-ha tapes Trilane Squiretrek
Roth?????????????????
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING CALLIO, CALL TEN, AT&T BLAKE SOCIETY of all GAMES
EXPERTS AND FUTURE PROPHETIC DREAMINGS!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Many
of us are not who we appear. Is it real, is it Memorex, or is it fake
steak Techno-pop? You always have to wonder. But as per the ICPE-APE
and me and Misses Dow Jones, I do not think wondering has much to do
with shit.
JUST
KEEP PUMMELING AND HARASSING POOR OLD ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES
WHILE HE DREAMS DOWN HERE HE IS MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND THE DOW WILL
KEEP ENDLESSLY FLYING UP AND UP AND UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, LOVELY
GINA QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
COPYRIGHT
CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
HOLY
MOTHER OF GODDESS, JUST TAKE A GANDER AT THAT WALL STREET RAGING BULL
THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
SO
YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ALONG WITH
all
of fucking Manhattan
can indeed Put
''THAT''
on
the blackboard
of David Leigh Smith,
back in 1970 at Wormhole Cooley Hall, in Haddonfield, New
Jersey!!!!!!!!!!! Sing it to me, lovely X-MAS TREE ANGEL JACOBSON,
and screw the Pope and his canons, as the miracles in my endless life
make Gary Trek Mitchell look like a tortoise walking alone on a
deserted forest path!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR
WRITING
TERMINATES
NOW.
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