SUPER
SUPER SUPER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR ATTACK, MAJOR SATANIC ATTACK, MAJOR
ATTACK BY THE WORLD; AND THIS IS NOT JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE
NUMBER 1786; OH GREAT AND POWERFUL MOTHER FUCKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE,
OF WASHINGTON, DC; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
WHEN I POSTED LAST NIGHT'S MOTHER FUCKING BLOG ABOUT PAULA, LOOK WHAT
THIS FUCKING BITCH WENT AND DID TO ME; OH CRUEL
EVIL SATANIC FUCKING WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After
posting my first blog a while ago today, I tried calling a medical
number that needed to be called before having a procedure done
tomorrow where they take pictures of my swallowing after berrium is
given. While speaking, I was completely cut off, and another high
pitched sound came onto my line. Bear in mind people, this is not a
fucking cellphone, It is a landline wired in home telephone, that
should not have this happen. I called 911 and when the police officer
came out, he wasn't helpful at all. I know he just thought I was
fucking crazy, Sheriff Mascara, as you must do I suppose. Keep it all
politically correct, guys, I GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it is
totally OK of course to have this rotten fucking HALLS FAWCES
endlessly twist and turn my miserable fucking cunt life into turmoil
and excruciating agony 24-7-365.2422, that is always totally fine and
fucking OK, huh OK-JOHN, great highness KING????????? You think
you're so fuckiGN big and tall and tough Paula, come on down here and
we can see who will win if I flip out on you, ya' rotten
bitch!!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew when I posted up CHAPTER-159 before retiring to bed, that I was
going to take one of her fucking brutal diseased assaults. She is one
twisted mother fucker, CUBED, CUBAN, AND ALL WHORE HOUSES FACING
HARRAH'S CASINO, HUH DAWN-MARIE KING?
I
WAS ABLE TO REACH MY AT&T CARRIER,
AND TOLD THE NICE AGENT LADY QUITE A BIT, AND HAD MY ACCOUNT NOTED
FOR ALL THAT IS HAPPENING TO ME, AND THAT I HAD TO CALL EMERGENCY
POLICE OVER. THEY ARE SENDING A TECH OUT THIS AFTERNOON, FOR ALL THE
GOOD IT WILL DO, AS THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON, AS I TOLSD HER, SINCE
FUCKING 1983; SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forget
about the Saint Lucie Florida County and their integration late
blooming bullshit!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
think you and I are two totally clueless dead people; old swimming
pool chum of 1995. WEEEEEEEEEEE; not
TV!!!!!
And
that IS my problem, Doctor 1984. Leave it to an electrical fucking
number of the month for PAULA to put me under some real big fucking
cunt guns, kind folks!!!!!!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE; THE END.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
161.
My
160 chapter was hacked off my word document, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, in
total violation
of my
American cunt eating civil
rights!
LONG
AGO AND FAR AWAY
THE
WATERS BLUE, THE SKIES NOT GRAY
THE
SUN WAS BRIGHT, HER HAIR WAS LIGHT
BUT
THAT WAS LONG AG.
WELL
I WENT WALKING BY THE SEA
WHEN
SARAH'S BROOM CAME UP TO ME
SHE
DIDN'T WANNA' SWEEP THE SAND
INSTEAD
SHE WANTS TO OWN THE LAND.
WELL
I TRIED TO DROWN HER IN THE SEA
AND
BURN THE WATER TOPS WITH GLEE
BUT
BACK SHE CAME AGAINST THE FLAME
TO
CARRY OUT HER THREATS ON ME.
SHE
CAN DO SOME CRAZY THINGS
IMPERSONATING
QUEENS AND KINGS
BUT
NOW SHE LIES FOREVER STRAPPED
INSIDE
A FIELD THAT KEEPS HER TRAPPED.
RALPH
AND SANDY CRY THE BLUES
BECAUSE
THEIR QUEEN OF HELL MUST LOSE
THE
VALVE OF SPACE AND TIME IS GONNA'
BLOW
HER FUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
1983, MARK WAYNE MOHR, 113 More Shinny big Moons
I
hate you beyond any fuckiGN words PAULA KING, you horrible evil
fucking witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MAY
27, 2015,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 12:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
YESTERDAY-----(H-87/L-75).
HUMIDITY
IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 80.
WIND
IS E AT 8, AND GUSTING TO 23.
Yes,
free at last, drums
beating in both decades,
blacks in or out of the military, and exploratrons chirping wildly in
their signal energy dot states, oh great lovely Maggie; hallelujah I
will be free at last; Martino
King,
great
sir!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
159
There
is another song that was written around the very same time that
'GITYA' was, in 1983, while living at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco,
NJ-USA-ESMWG; at Gerald Pliner's rental split level home. The title
was '113 More Shiny Big Moons'. This was on one of the three 1983
music projects all copyrighted. This is the song that Resorts Casino
of Atlantic city was teasing me with that day while there with Jim
Burr, playing roulette. Then there was yet another song that is now
realized by me as beyond major, proving how Paula has been fucking up
my entire life ever since I was a pathetic kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When
the recent hurricane season a few years back got cute and clever and
named back to back hurricanes after the lyrical content of, 'Ralph
and Sandy cry the blue because their king of hell must lose', and
then Hurricane Sandy did some very weird shit, and we all know what's
going on, the press does, the media, the government, the Vatican, the
billionaires, everybody, so who's fuckiGN kidding who? Don't you
look, vomit man? Maybe you need to wash your hands, Detective Green.
Not Jeff Green from Church Farm School. Hating mothers for doing
unthinkable things to their kids would be a talk show all its own,
with nothing else ever needed to be added. Anyway, back to the song,
I forget the title right now and the copyright sheet just shows title
track titles for entire projects of numerous songs on each one. But
now I see right down to the bullshit that night at Atlantic
City's WAYV FM RADIO,
and everything else all worked together in the mix; I am not and have
not, been imagining even the mother fucking slightest bit of all of
this fucking rotten stinking ass dogshit!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, seems in
1983 my blocked memories came out in my music. She indeed can do
crazy things, and has in fact done lots of them to me, over decades
and decades and fucking decades.
Well
before the valve of space and time blows her fuse, or any more great
wonderful Copyright Examiners get heart attacks over any of my
continuation sheets; let me just add in here, that I do not blame
Paula over here in this universe, where her body here is merely being
used and dominated, by one of her powerful ESS-doppelgangers
(doubles). Julia White of THE PERMISSION BARRIER, is Paula King, but
she is the Paula King of a parallel universe where she is a very
advanced being, and an ESS member. My DNA is very important to her,
and she has given me two wonderful daughters, one here, and one in a
parallel universe, Auntie Huntington Gozzwald
Maid-Service!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This incredible being has numerous
identities here in this universe via her great ESS T3E abilities from
the universe where one of her parts, is behind all of this. On the
Astral Plane, her names are many, and Julia White is one of them, but
an Olympian Province translation of the Astral Plane changes this to
a very difficult to pronounce name, yet sounding somewhat similar to
Julia White.
A
stones throw away from the Atlantic City boardwalk radio station,
owned by the mighty and dangerous Paula King, is the South side of
the Schiff Central Pier Beach. There is a wooden jetty there to this
day that has survived a lot of powerful storms. I have called this
Ziggy's Jetty, as this is where Ziggy hung out with his beach-bum
pals, back in the sixties and into the seventies. In 1997 one summer
day, I was right there at the very spot where the dude from 1974
appeared and vanished in and out of nowhere; and told me incredible
mind bending shit about the Kennedy family, the truth of Washington,
and so much more; leading me to somehow through some cosmic osmosis
be given the great LAW OF ONE; and there I was, 23 years later, and I
had placed my hairbrush down onto my towel, and was sitting on th
ebeach relaxing, and along came a seagull. It grabbed my hairbrush in
its mouth and flew away with it. If I could have made a pet out of
this bird somehow, its name would either be Soronson or Dublin. You
all know out here, that shit like this just does not happen. I doubt
a gull can be trained to do this. Obviously it was a mechanically
created seagull under future drone tech control, and the remote
controller was probably right there inside of the radio station.
Please don't take this as a threat Paula, but I hate you so very
much, that if could watch you burn up in a grease fire for a thousand
years, I would tear up as the time was reaching its limit, as I would
not wish to stop watching you scream in mindless agony. You have been
hurting me and messing with me all my life since I was 12 and a half,
you crazy wild bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, your dream-double
is anyway, again, so I cannot in good conscience really hate you here
while awake. Still, there you were after givingme that wild ass dream
on the eleventh of July in 1997. So I drive down to Tennessee Avenue
the next day, 27 years after I last saw you and the gang you hung
with, on the bus as I was leaving Tom child molester Reale's place,
on 12 July, 1970 at 10:30 PM. You knew we'd be apart that day or
night really, on that bus, until we'd meet again at JK parking lot,
your daddy's parking lot, you big dangerous giant
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was as if the doppelganger was dream
controlling the copyright examiner lady in 2008, as she made such a
big deal out of the song I had in my compilation project, called,
“She's Sarah-Stacey” and this was remade here in Florida, after
the wild dream where Mariah appeared and sang that song that is
unknown in this universe, and then I changed things around a little
bit here in Florida over at BonJovi's place back in 2012, and it
became, “Wanna' Spend My Time”. It was as if this lady knew the
entire future of my life. Well, if PK was dream-controlling inside of
her, then she did. The ESS explains all mysterious unknown shit all
over this planet. When no possible explanation exists, think
Exploratronic Supermind Society every dam fucking time,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!
Paula
King does nothing but fuck with me, and fuck me on four different
occasions. Today she was dreaming through a lady at the Publix Store
at the Fort Pierce Virginia Avenue Shopping mall. She was in a
wheelchair and was around early seventies in age, and her daughter
most likely was with her and controlling it, using it as a cart also,
to put groceries into. I politely was moving my own shopping cart
down an aisle and came to a stop to let them pass around me due to an
obstruction, and just to be polite, said excuse me to the daughter.
The lady in the chair looked at me and said something totally evil.
Then PK must have jumped out of her and into the daughter, as let's
just say something is wrong with the lady's mind, at least the
daughter should have said something or given a small lame little
apology, and yet she didn't say a word to me, after her rotten mother
had just insulted me quite vulgarly. I thought I was inside of my
daughter's 2009 movie for a few seconds, and I'll admit, I was one
pissed off mother fucker. The old hag had a sickness and this is
forgivable to some degree, but when her daughter wouldn't acknowledge
that I had just been major wronged, that sent me blood fuckiGN cunt
pressure through the stratosphere and out into space past the fuckiGN
ISS. Now after I checked out, and paid for my groceries; the cart man
took my cart and followed me to my car; as the Publix has a policy
for doing this, unless another customer is behind the line, and in
this case, no one was. So I was still fuming, and I told him in a
nice way, “Boy, you have some wild crazy customers in here today”,
and then I went onto tell him what happened to me, back on the
aisles, a short while back. I had to get it out of my system, as I
said, I was good and pissed off. Not at the old lady, but at the
fuckign jerk off nasty ass daughter. She owed me an apology, even if
her screwy hag mom is old and demented. BUTTTTTTTT, let us explore
this even further, to again, quote my kid's great movie. Just in th
elast two times now, at the Publix there, I have had a nasty fucking
PEOPLE-ATTACK. The you-stink attack several days back, and then this
bullshit. No, it is not some real big deal, but let me ask any of you
a question. When was th elast time that tqwo times in a fuckign row,
you go to a store, and you get fucked with and treated sub-human, you
know, basically DISRESPECTED BIG TIME?????????????????? You know you
cannot say to me, oh yeah, all the time, I often get to back to back
times like this at a store on my errand route. Say it and I'll call
you a fucking Birchbeer Crawford LIAR at light speed squared!
Anyone
who hears me say at my grave site, “Boy do I
miss this life”, is in need of either an audiologist, or a
psychiatrist specializing in schizophrenia. Holy freaking ass
KALI-Callio.
If
anyone
can find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
If
anyone
can find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
If
anyone
can find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
If
anyone
can find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
If
anyone
can find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
If
anyone
can find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
As
always, lovely Diana,
your moon was gorgeous when I left the Publix Store; you awesome
goddess. IWALU so, and precious I need your codes to show, MY
WONDERFUL LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAA.
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind the OZ CURTAIN!!! “Oh
well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
You
water-witch,
CALLI-KALI-CALL
TEN CALLIO!!!!!!!!
It seems that even AT&T is ahead of the curves of all of the
drumming songs, Jesus Christ!!!!!!!!!!!
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can archive my blogs:
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Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
missed me JANE MONSTER-SLAPPER WITCH-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA.
Tell
her McNulty.
III
Marine
warnings and rip tides
III
Hurricane watch/warning
IIIII
Non
precipitation advisory
IIIIII
Flood
statement
IIIII
Flood
advisory/watch
III
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Golly
gash darn gee, all men, and all ladies, and all G-MEN, here is the
Jupiter-Cam of Jupiter, FL.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television,
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!
YEAH
BRAH, IT WILL BE ALL RIGHT LENNY MCKINNON, IN THE MORNING LIGHT.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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I
COULD SAY IT ONCE OR REPEAT MYSELF A FEW TIMES, IT IS ALL THE SAME
REALITY AND TRUTH; HUH NISTER DENNIS SNYDER, YO YO YO???????
CORA
IN OZ SAID IT BEST; I'M MELTING!
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IN OZ SAID IT BEST; I'M MELTING!
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IN OZ SAID IT BEST; I'M MELTING!
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Oh well folks, Jenny
Plageman surrounded me with Stacey's, and Dawn ended up surrounded
by casket walls she can never escape from. Ring that bell Joan
Bennett Lizzy Stoddard!
Either
way and any way; I watch out for Paula and her threats on me; the
first one carried out in 1967, the next one in 1996, the next one in
2009; and the most recent one in 2015, last night.
THE
MOTHER FUCKING RAP BETWEEN MOUNTAINPEN AND HIS PET CAT TANSTALKER,
WILL BE COMING BACK SOON, FOLKS!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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