NOPE
NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, MISTER JIMMY STUART. BETWEEN YOUR BIG FISH AND
MY SO-CALLED BIG FISH STORIES; ALL I HAVE TO DO NOW, IS CALL THE
INTERNAL REVENUE SERVICE AGAIN, ON TONY FAKEBOOKS CAPRIO, AND HIS
ROTTEN CROOKED MOBILE GASOLINE STATION!
HONEST
PEOPLE ALL GO TO JAIL, AND CROOKS AND EVIL FUCKING BASTARDS WALK
AROUND FREE, LIKE TONY AND ZIMMY.
SHIT
WHAT A MESS, TO NEARLY QUOTE GEORGE BURNS ON TH EOH-GOD MOVIE.
I
AM TIRED, AND I AM SICK, AND I AM ONE PISSED OFF MOTHER FUCKER; AND
THERE IS NO SENSE TRYING TO DENY ANY OF THAT!!!!!!!!! MAY THE FUCKING
EMPIRE STATE BUILDING FALL DOWN ON ME, IF I BE LYING. EXCEPT FOR THE
LIE ABOUT JULY 12, 1970; THIS APPLIES TO THIS TEN YEAR BLOGGING
PROJECT IN ITS ENTIRETY, AND ALSO NOT COUNTING THE
TEMPORARY-GAME-LIES TOLD, AND LATER RETOLD CORRECTLY, INTENTIONALLY;
TO TRY GETTING ENEMY-REACTIONS; AS TO QUOTE ADA PROSECTUOR WIRTZ
SENIOR, FROM EARLY IN THE NINETIES; “TEST
THEM AND THEY'LL GIVE YOU A REACTION”. YOU ALL KNOW
THAT HE JUST HAD TO KNOW A LOT; AND COULD NOT EVER TELL ME!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!
LOOKING
BACK ON THINGS, STARTING WITH LEAVING PATRICIA MEEKER'S RENTAL HOME
THAT MOM AND I RENTED FOR THREE YEARS, IN GIBBSBORO, NEW JERSEY; I
HAD A SECOND SHOT AT LIFE, AND THIS IS WHEN THAT HORRIBLE MOTHER
FUCKING FAMILY FROM HELL WAS WAITING IN THE CUNT HUFFING WINGS FOR
MILLIONS OF YEARS, AS SCRIPTURES DARE TO CLEVERLY TEACH; AND
BOOM-KAPOW CUBED AND CUBAN; I WAS DESTROYED ALL OVER AGAIN, WITH THAT
OBCESSION TO FIND SARAH BULLSHIT, AFTER LEAVING, AND MOVING INTO THE
HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS AGAIN. IF I HAD
NOT BEEN ESS-CONTROLLED AND T3E DOMINATED,
AND LITERALLY FOR THE MOST PART, BECOMING A FUCKING ROBOTICALLY
CONTROLLED SYNAMBOLIST; THINGS FOR ME WOULD HAVE TURNED OUT
VERY DIFFERENTLY. THE OLD JUDGE JUDY FAMOUS QUOTE,
''SHOULDA-COULDA-WOULDA''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015 BLOGS
GEE-WILLAGARS,
GASH DARN, 1988 NOTHING PROPHETS, AND COPYRIGHTED MUSIC PROJECTS;
JUST WHAT HAS BECOME OF POOR DONNA'S WHITE BOY; MISTER
BRAD AQUARIUS MESSENGER FROM 1969???
I
had the entire fucking milituforce nuts as shit on many occasions,
and enough times fifty over, to prove to me that they are not as
smart as they would have me believe they are. Giving me false
grandiose concepts of their true power, is half of their power. This
is not to say they are not, to quote you again on the same day, Sir
Spock, of the original Star Trek, in that great mirror-Mirror
episode; “formidable”. And a phony-funny bone must have just been
struck, folks; as a WORD-DISAPPEARING
FUCKING HACK,
is starting up; oh GAP FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, BOB
MCDOWELL, MY OLD 1972 PAL, AND KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
READ
BOB MCD!
Every
mother fuckiGN time Jason from AT&T last early evening tried to
say the word “R” some NSA dirt bag Milituforce person that if I
had Ed Snowden on the witness stand, would admit this is real and
they are doing this to me and have been since '86; unless he wants to
fuckiGN cunt perjure himself on the stand, he would be forced to tell
you all, “No Mister Mohr is not a nut, this is all being done to
him for classified reasons involving national security”. And of
course the security of this nation has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with
any of it, but they use this to do anything they mother fuckiGN cunt
want to do to those like me on the ''LET US
PERSECUTE THE POOR BASTARD TO DEATH LIST''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is nothing that the evil NSA-PAULA KING
ESS OWNED, MILITUFORCE did not do to me yesterday from the fuckiGN
cunt eating second they illegally awoke me to that horrendous phone
squeal sound and breaking my entire computer PC for a quarter hour or
more, all throughout the entire day. ON TOP OF THIS MY NABES FROM
HELL THROUGH AN AFTERNOON PARTY WITH MUSIC AND SHOUTING AND BARKING
DOGS AND DOORS SLAMMING, ALL DAM ASS FUCKIGN AFTERNOON INTO EARLY
EVENING WHEN IT ALL VANISHED ABOUT THE TIME THE AT&T SO CALLED
REPAIRMAN LEFT. Yes a guy was sent out, and he screwed me up 10 times
worse than shit fuckiGN was before I called for help. First, he gives
me a new modem and starts to leave without even checking to see if I
fuckiGN have a dial tone on my two landline desk phones and I had zip
as well as zip computer shit. I begged him to put the old one back
until he finally did and things were at least back to the phones
working, but making the first change to a different modem fucked up
my computer and its ability to open up on internet explorer to the
way it used to. I could not get to any websites including blogger
last night, and finally I got up to it now, this next morning,
around seven fucking cunt ass of the clock.
When
I get all my medical shit out of the way, I am going to go to my
local county library, type up a letter in triplicate and get them to
look up exact addresses, so I can send one to Bob McDowell at the
FCC, Governor Rick Scott of Florida, and the Board of Public
Utilities. I will type a major letter of complaint for yesterday's
totally mother fuckiGN beyond brutal assault on me!!!!!!!!! No sense
sending one to Pam Bondi the state AG, as she seems to hate me and
wants me dead and out of her fuckiGN hair, and the same for the great
Sheriff K.M. YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can you stand idly by, President
Barack Obama great awesome sir, and watch this evil nation do this to
me in their perverted twisted screwed up so-called totally bullshit
interests of NATIONAL SECURITY,
kind sir? I
do not see how you can, and I know you are briefed on what is being
done to me by this evil
NSA-ESS-MILITUFORCE.
I
TOLD YOU THIS BRUTAL ATTACK ON ME WOULD CAUSE A STOCK MARKET SUPER
RALLY. BUT DON'T EVER BELIEVE OR LISTEN TO FUCKING CUNT LITTLE NOBODY
SHIT ASS ME!!!
P-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
KEEP
ENJOYING HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 190!
PROPERTY
DAMAGE IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING CUNT THING USED, TO HURT ME, AND GET
THEIR EVIL CROOKED WAY, WITH AN ENDLESS BULLISH STOCK RALLY. I
LEARNED TODAY THAT MY GO-VIDEO DECK, COULD NOT BE REPAIRED BY THE
REPAIR SHOP, I TOLD WAS WORKING ON IT. HARDLY EVER IS WHAT HAPPENED
TO IT, WHAT DOES HAPPEN. JUST AS WITH THE OTHER UNIT FROM THE RADIO
SHACK A COUPLE YEARS AGO, WHEN OIL WAS PUT INSIDE OF IT, WHILE I WAS
OUT ON ERRANDS; THIS ENTIRE AUDIO CIRCUIT WAS BURNED OUT FOR NO GOOD
REASON. WHEN I LEARNED THIS, THE MARKET FLEW, NATURALLY, AS IT ALWAYS
DOES. THIS IS WHAT IS 'FUCKIGN' CUNT CALLED BY ME,
'ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!'
DO
I BELIEVE THAT ONE SHOULD PERISH, JUST SO THIS COUNTRY CAN HAVE AN
ENDLESSLY GOOD ECONOMY? NO I DO NOT.
NOT IF THAT ONE PERSON IS ME, NOT IF IT IS MY WORST ENEMY PAULA KING,
OR MY EVIL GREEDY TWISTED DISTANT CUZZ DONNIE-BOY. NO
ONE SHOULD EVER BE SACRAFICED, AND
THIS IS WHY I THINK GOD IS A 'FUCKIGN' JERK OFF, BECAUSE
I DO NOT THINK IT IS FAIR TO SACRIFICE
INOCENT FUCKING CUNT BLOOD.
THIS
IS A DYING DECLARATION AND UTTERANCE.
THIS EVIL NSA AND NATION, THE USA; OWNED AND TOTALLY CONTROLLED BY
PAULA KING, AND THE ESS; IS NOT EVER
GOING TO STOP PERSECUTING ME, WORSE THAN
JEWISH FUCKING CUNT HOLOCULST VICTIMS WERE. NOT UNTIL EVERY DROP OF
MY BLOOD IS GONE, AND I AM DEAD-DEAD-DEAD; SQUIRE TRILANE-TREK, AND
ROTTEN BLUCRAN-BERRIES OF ALL GAP-HYPERSPACE NIGHTMARE ASS
BULLSHIT!!!!
So
WEEEEEEEE, and 'That's just reality son'.
Big
or small, what is real is real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OR
SO SAYS MISTER DENNIS SNYDER.
JUNE
11, 2015,
EARLY
THURSDAY EVENING AT 5:12,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 55%. IT FEELS LIKE 92 DEGREES.
WIND
IS WNW AT 7 WITH A SMALL GUSTING TO 8.
STEADY
SE WINDS ARE AT 16.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
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Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
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Dawn, you brought it on.
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Dawn, you brought it on.
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Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
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Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
Well
Dawn, you brought it on.
YES
MISTER FCC BOB MCDOWELL, HERE I GO AGAIN, THEY ARE FREEZING AND
TRYING TO CRASH ME, WHILE YOU SIT THERE REMINISCING ABOUT 1972 AND
TIMELESS SATELLITE CALENDARS AND TAPE RECORDING OUR CONVERSATION THAT
DAY. PLEASE HELP ME UP HERE IN THE FUTURE. THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE
ROOM FOR ME UP HERE, OUTSIDE OF COSTNERS JFK CORNFIELDS AND ALL OTHER
FIELDS, BUT I WILL SAY THIS MUCH, SIR. I DO NOT NEED AT&T, THOSE
GORGEOUS BRAXTON SISTERS, PAULA UWICH, MY KID, JAMES EARL JONES, OR
MY WONDERFUL KID; TO GIVE ME PERMISSION TO BE HERE. I
AM HERE, AND A LOT OF MOTHER FUCKING DANCING EMPLOYEES OF A
MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY MCDONALDS RESTAURANT BACK IN MIDDLE LATE 1988,
KNOW THIS ALL TOO WELL, OH GREAT COPYRIGHT OFFICE AND EXAMINERS.
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huh Mizz Sheila Bigtits Franklin, that I cannot access project #29 of
my own fucking paid for copyrights. The examiners assure me it is
there, but my computer refuses to even say that I exist. Where are
you when I need you and Detective Gillespie of Sparta, Mississippi,
and don't need any dangerous Philly Constables On
Patrol??????????????? My mom said machines are of the devil,
especially computers. I couldn't fuckiGN agree with her
more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
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It
is taking me half a dozen attempts to highlight fucking shit and have
it not click right off, old FCC buddy, Bob. I
really wish that we had stayed in contact, after your parents moved
to Fort Wayne, Indiana, from Gibbstown, New Jersey in 1974, FCC Bob
McDowell, old 1972 buddy, and great kind sir, from
Wormhole-Cooley-Hall!
Readers,
when you get shit like fucking this on my blogs:
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YOU
NEED TO CLICK THE CONTROL-A TO HIGHLIGHT, AND THEN YOU CAN READ WHAT
THE HACKING-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, DID NOT WANT YOU TO SEE ON MY BLOGS.
ALSO, SOMETIMES, I POST HACKED BLOGS AT THE WORDPRESS SITE, AS THERE,
ONLY PRINTING SHOWS UP SO THEY CANNOT BLOCK IT OUT WITH
SIMILAR-BLOCKING COLORED TEXTS and HIGHLIGHTS ANDF BACKGROUNDS.
{{{((*HALLS----------WALLS*))}}}
CHAPTER-------189
I
am very ill as you know, and on present dosage of my medicine, I will
be dead before the end of summertime, and the murder of me was a
covert plot to kill me and silence me by the American Medical
Association and the InterDigital Corporation. They caused my death,
covered up my death, and promoted my torture and torment over three
plus decades, just for their sick reasons andn sick gratification,
going beyond my wildest imaginations. But I swear on my dying death
bed under ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH GODDESS, that this is the honest total
truth.
I
swear to the Almighty and on my citizenship as an American,
ninety-nine
trillion
times ten, cubed and CUBAN;
that I REMEMBER EVERY WORD YOU SAID TO ME OVER THAT PHONE, SARAH
CALLIO, ON 7 FEBRUARY IN 1997; EVEN YOUR LAST NAME, SPELLED WHEN I
ASKED YOU. DID YOU EVER WONDER WHY I ASKED YOU THAT? DO YOU REMEMBER
WHAT YOU TOLD ME WHEN I ASKED YOU ABOUT YOUR LOVELY GRANNY??????? I
DO.
EVEN THOUGH YOUR PAL MCGUIRE MADE ME FORGET FOR A WHILE; THE
MULTIPLE CHOICE MEMORY SYNDROME KICKED IN,
AND NOW I HAVE PULLED UP THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION THAT WE HAD AT HIS
PAYPHONE THAT FATEFUL FUCKING DAY; LIGHTHOUSE LOCKUP GIRL. MORE FENCE
SHIT, YO????????????? MY BEST TO YOUR CUZZ PAULA THE QUEEN-KING
EM-TRAPFIELDS.
Thinking
of Paula, Sarah, Nina, my cousins and family, and all the girl gang
group of the Quoddy mockers of 1967, Mister Cornerstone-Turn Pat
Robertson; and then shit like this following sentence always springs
into my mind.
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
THIS
FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!!
This
so
wonderful year
in
quintessential humorous sarcasm, can go suck a fat throbbing one!!!!!
WOW,
and this is just scratching a surface as large as the North fucking
Pole, a tenth of an inch on ice that is miles thick, my good peeps
out here, and bad ones as well!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
''Meow-Meow,
Mountainpen, your answer is PCN-871. Here is the list, like Hyundai
cars, 2006, and a real super DUH!
MARK
MOHR, TRINIDAD, JOHN KING, GOLD FATE, PRECIOUS, HAMPTONS, ….......
AND THERE ARE OTHERS LESS 'MEANINGFUL
AND OR MOANINGFUL',
L-4, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Hey there Mister Wooooooolf, at least I
never attempted to control or terrorize my two dawts. BUTTTTTTTTTTT;
can the same thing be said in
reverse,
parallel universe Leonard Nemoy Double Mirrors Klingon Agonizer, and
all great-fictional ion-storms???????????????
I
sure hope it was worth all of this fucking shit, oh great Aunt
Geraldine and 1967 Shah or however you spell it. JEEEEEEEZ-Louise.
JUNE
11, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 8:40,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 88 DEGREES.
WHO
REMEMBERS THIS SHIT FROM JANUARY OF 2014?
TODAY
IT WOULD ALL BE JUST ONE HUGE MOTHER FUCKING ENDLESS STREAM OF EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2014
DATE—–TOTAL BOTBARS—–TOTAL DAYS—–MPB
JANUARY
01———-00——————————01————-00
JANUARY
02———-01——————————02————-50
JANUARY
03———-02——————————03————-67
JANUARY
04———-03——————————04————-80
JANUARY
05———-03——————————05————-60
JANUARY
06———-04——————————06————-67
JANUARY
07———-05——————————07————-71
JANUARY
08----------05------------------------------08-------------63
JANUARY
09----------06------------------------------09-------------67
JANUARY
10----------07------------------------------10-------------70
THINGS
ARE VERY VERY VERY HORRIBLE BITTER BAD,
MELANIE-INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
a short tweety-bird rockin' robin way, permit me please to now
explain why this day went BOTBAR TIMES 2, AND 7 FOR 10 NOW IN THIS
MONSTER FUCKING 2014 YEAR, LADIES AND
GENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sitting on a few hundred secrets the size of ten majestic level hush
hush cover-ups, is not a day at any beach, by anybody's stretched
mind. But is this the reason I go through this hell, called by me,
and others in secret; ''the
HUNTINGTON CURSE''?
As with all things in this life, there is some truth to this, but the
full picture naturally, is quite a bit larger than just this, good
people. If reality was the way the kindergarten class all sees it, we
all would be happy, and nobody would be shooting anybody or on drugs,
or stealing another poor persons five dollar silverware purchase.
This however, just is not reality, and although many times we can
simplify the complex and arrive at some great conclusions, this
wonderful methodology at least on its surface, just won't always be
there to cut the mustard so perfectly. I am now 70% BOTBAR, or at an
MPB of 70 percent, for both the month of January, as well as the year
twenty-fourteen. I asked the great GAGA-KITTY- CAT, why these last
two horrible BOTBARS had to happen, and he said to me, ''Meow-Meow,
Mountainpen, your answer will be found not on Geraldine Snow
Silverhands Jefferson Street in Camden, New Jersey back in 1997, but
through the private cosmicoded number of 440. Let us further examine
my personal list in my PCN-MATCHBOOK.
So
I mother fucking asketh of thee, all of thee out there in Blog-Land,
will this be another dog-day of South Florida summer?
I
WILL PROMISE ANY READER OF THIS BLOG, THIS MUCH. NO MATTER WHO YOU
ARE OR WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU ARE LIVING; YOU WILL FIND THIS STATEMENT
TO BE 100% TRUE AROUND YOU, UNLESS PERHAPS YOU ARE LIVING ALL ALONE
DEEP IN A CAVE ON MARS:
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THERE
WILL ALWAYS BE MORE HORSES ASSES THAN THERE ARE HORSES!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS
WALLS---CHAPTER
188
THANK
YOU FOR COMING AROUND TO SEE ME, MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING. SO MANY
LOVELY COLORS AND SCRUMTIOUS FRACTAL DESIGNS AND SHAPES EVERYWHERE.
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU BEYOND WHAT WORDS CAN EVER POSSIBLY EXPRESS,
DIANA ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
I
truly believe Lenny McKinnon to be the devil, when we knew each other
back in 1980. He was black and did not look at all like this smiling
man. But still, I always had a mental picture of this DEVIL all my
life, as a dude with that exact expression, staring and jeering at
me!!!!!
EVER
SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF
THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
I
wont lie. Diana
(Lightning) really blows my mind.
Her beauty, her splendor, she leaves me in here thinking of nothing
else but being with her on the Astral-Plane at some lovely park and
water fall, making beyond wild hot passionate love to her for what
would seem here on Earth in waking mortal life, to be a thousand
years or more without stopping to so much as breathe or speak. The
gods all know that I love you beyond any possible way of typing words
to you,my electron!!! This changes nothing about that brother of
hers, that humans refer to as 'the devil'.
I
SAID IT BEFORE AND WILL SAY IT A LOT MORE, THIS WORLD IS AN AMAZING
PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT, HERE IS THE PIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU HAVING A FIT, OR TAKING A
DIP? DOES ANYONE CARE IF THEY RUN AROUND BARE? JUST THOUGHT I WOULD
SHARE HOW MUCH LIFE IS UNFAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Audience
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!
I
TRY TO SEND MY 175-PD-CODES!!!!
WO-WO-WO-WOW,
JOANNA AND R.H.M.
JUNE
10, 2015,
LATE
STORMY WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-89/L-70).
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, FEELING LIKE 78 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SSE AT 6, WITH GUSTS TO 32.
JANE
SLUTBAG NAILED ME AGAIN, PEOPLE.
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JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA NAILED ME AGAIN. LET ME COMPENSATE PWEEEEEEZE
FOLKS, TANKS YO!!!!!!!!
SEE
THE FIVES PRINTED ABOVE. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 187
SOME
PEEPS HAVE ALL THE FUN; LIKE LIVING IN A DAM HOUSE AND HAVING THE
WORLD SPYING ON THEIR EVERY MOVE. WEEEEEEE!!!!!!
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YES
WORLD, THE NUMBERS OF '3' AND '4', WOW!
3+4=7
3X4=12
7+12=19
7X12=84
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
It's
a miracle on any street; how this world goes on, being so twisted and
screwed up. Still, the NYC 34th
Street, Mister Macy?
While
riding the office-bicycle around in 1991 at the LTV-STEEL Company in
Berlin, New Jersey, USA; I took a 1980 tune I played and wrote at the
RPL Sound Recording Studio about duplicating Christian tapes for our
biggest account, the great and powerful marvelous and awesome Mister
Pat Robertson; and I changed the words. I would sing this song while
riding and hitting my keys om my security guard clock rounds. Oh yes,
''won't you stay with me, won't you stay with me, No
Stacey for me. Actually
it went a little differently, but I don't want the dam Mount
Construction Company to get too unhappy should I get a little
Garrigan-Happy for crissake, ladies and gentlemen.
And
that's just reality, son!
Now
this friend of Gawky Gaukauk and I, wish to share a small discussion,
with the blogaud of Morianity. Thank you for your interest.
YES
I REALLY DO HAVE QUESTIONS OF YOUR PAL, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP)
SIR GAWKY GAUKAUK.
WELL,
TO QUOTE YOUR OLD COOLEY HALL PAL BRUCE, TO HIS OLD TORMENTER, BOB
MCDOWELL, DECADES AGO; “YEAH, NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
IT
IS JUST THAT DAM GAWKY KNOWS SO MUCH, AFTER-ALL, HE IS ANASTRAL-PALNE
PANTHAR, AND A POWERFUL PROFESSOR AND GURU AT THE GREAT TECK-BY
SCHOOL OF MYSTERY, THE GREATEST SCHOOL LIKE THAT, IN TH EENTIRE
PROVINCE OLYMPIA. MANY COME FROM AS FAR AWAY AS FOUR PROVINCES TO
ATTEND THIS PLACE AND TO BE IN GAGA'S CLASS. SO HOW DID YOU MEET
GAWKY. WAS IT FROM THE TECK-BAY SCHOOL, OR DID YOU KNOW HIM FROM
OTHER CONDITION-INTERACTIONS OF THE GREAT ENDLESS PURGATORY, GREAT
TANSTALKER-55?
WHAT
YOU ARE, IS A TOTAL BUTTWIPE, THERE MOUNTAINPEN-HUMAN, OF THE WAKING
WORLD. WHY THE 20 QUESTIONS, MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW?
DON'T
GET ALL HOSTILE KITTY, OR I'LL KICK YOUR BOWL OF FUCKING CAT FOOT
INTO THE CURB FOR THE RATS AND THE RAVENS. I NEED TO KNOW SOME
THINGS, SO GET ON THE CONNECTOR AND HOOK UP TO THE LIBRARIAN AT THE
TECK-BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, AND ASK GAGA-PROF A FEW QUESTIONS FOR ME,
YO.
LISTEN
UP THERE, MOUNTAINPEN-HUMAN, YOU TWAT LICKING SHIT. IF YOU TOUCH MY
DAM CAT BOWL, I'LL SCRATH YOUR FUCKING ASS EYES OUT OF YOUR HEAD.
MAYBE IF YOU ARE GOOD, AND YOUR LIGHTNING GODDESS TELLS ME NEXT TIME
I RUN INTO HER, THAT YOU ARE BEING GOOD; THEN I WILL TALK TO
GAGA-KITTY FOR YOU AND GET SOME OF YOUR QUERIES RESPONDED TO, YO YO
YO YO YO YO.
YOU
HAVE JUST ENJOYED THE DISCUSSION BETWEEN GAWKY'S PAL TANSTALKER,
AND MYSELF. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS.
There's
no use crying over spilled milk and burned pizza, Papa-Dock and
Papa-John!!!
Thank
you so very much for coming over to visit with me late yesterday
afternoon, lovely baby-blond. Folks, my Lightning was very
beautiful, inconceivable lovely colors and designs.
I
love my wonderful lightning more than my life a billion times
over. She knows this, don't you baby-blond?
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HALLS
WALLS,
CHAPTER
94
WITH OR WITHOUT CALLIO'S A&R
ASTRAL FLOWERS.
Well
wonderful people, it is a wee bit cooler this morning and the
forecast high is only for the low eighties. Let us hope for
meteorological accuracy. Here is the PIP with date and time and
basic local weather for this blogger's area. You can always reset
for national weather and other locations by typing your own zip
codes in, or just download that super great APP, TWB.
Don't
get me wrong folks, I know one must learn to laugh at life on many
various dark times throughout the journey. I just know that I
could never do what we all know I am saying here, in so far as
that wonderful movie in 2009 and the stair chase. We all know on
my first two or three years or my first blogmester if you will
allow another Poor-Richard added word; I told of the wild
hyperspace interactions where I witnessed this near exact thing.
Well,
I can laugh a little bit, just not as well as wonderful great
Mariah. All of her fans everywhere need to really know just how
much incredible crap she overcame, and is part of what led her to
being the great pop diva that we all know and love.
Anyone
anywhere can disbelieve anything. That never takes too much mental
power, let alone much positive imagination to see aspects of
reality not always present yet in the time-illusion. Just as
sensitive people can walk into a room and know a lot of things
about many of those other folks in that room, you know, the
Patrick Jane Mentalist sort of stuff. They all think it is just
amplified people skills that I have come to shorten into APS, or
the other or shorter APPS, see I have humor, and I can laugh,
Mister McNulty. I just wonder where th humor is in what all of you
did to me back in the old days, that all led up to all of this
nightmare hell. Real real real funny, right beautiful Ingrid?
         
HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.
I
love that cool TV ad-spot where they say, “Flowers are for
girls”. Or actually a young teen dude's mom says this to her son
following his mild objection to being around flowers. That is
until he sees this little teen goddess out across from his yard,
looking at them, and cannot wait to run out to see his 'flowers'.
Yeah, he wants flowers all right, or a similar type of soft stuff
growing not in the ground. Hey, I am not trying to put our minds
into the sewers of France, but I do wish to make a quick point
here. When I blog in a pink font, it is for a reason. Ed Lynch
could think only surface stuff, another PP. If I do anything that
seems questionable, oh Mountainpen is gay or he is this or that or
whatever. But try for once, great folks, to see Morianity and the
nightmare tale that it truthfully tells to you; and instead of
picking up on only a few things that maybe pertinent to you and
only you, try to digest it all once in a while and you will see
things come alive. You will see why I am forced to always see the
time whenever it is eleven minutes past eleven or one, day or
night, four times a day, and rarely get to see th eonly two times
where five shy of six in the morning and early evening, it is
5:55. Morianity is not gibberish from the magical thinking of the
mentally ill schizophrenic psych text, written by at best, cold
hearted ego inflated doctors who have epitomized god-complexes
themselves and need more couch time than many other folks. /That
is by the way, a true statistic about the head shrink industry.
They rank high in the percentile of all careers in th estudy done,
for suicides and even seeing other head shrink doctors. Great huh,
they can all get together and compare notes eventually, literally,
on how to make us all believe we are insane, and then get rid of
those who do not agree with their almighty Macy Court movies,
psychiatry. I do not mean to go on and on, you get the picture.
THE
WONDERFUL (TWB), SHARED BY ME,
THE
MOUNTAINPEN (BOM).
All
Photos
JUNE
10, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 7:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-73/L-70).
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, E 76.
CALM
SSW WINDS, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 3.
ALL
THESE WEATHER STATS ARE SHARED BY THE BOM OR THESE BLOGS, AND THE
SOURCE IS THE WEATHER BUG, (TWB). BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN.
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THE
WONDERFUL (TWB), SHARED BY ME,
THE
MOUNTAINPEN (BOM).
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Photos
HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.
I
love that cool TV ad-spot where they say, “Flowers are for girls”.
Or actually a young teen dude's mom says this to her son following
his mild objection to being around flowers. That is until he sees
this little teen goddess out across from his yard, looking at them,
and cannot wait to run out to see his 'flowers'. Yeah, he wants
flowers all right, or a similar type of soft stuff growing not in the
ground. Hey, I am not trying to put our minds into the sewers of
France, but I do wish to make a quick point here. When I blog in a
pink font, it is for a reason. Ed Lynch could think only surface
stuff, another PP. If I do anything that seems questionable, oh
Mountainpen is gay or he is this or that or whatever. But try for
once, great folks, to see Morianity and the nightmare tale that it
truthfully tells to you; and instead of picking up on only a few
things that maybe pertinent to you and only you, try to digest it all
once in a while and you will see things come alive. You will see why
I am forced to always see the time whenever it is eleven minutes past
eleven or one, day or night, four times a day, and rarely get to see
th e only two times where five shy of six in the morning and early
evening, it is 5:55. Morianity is not gibberish from the magical
thinking of the mentally ill schizophrenic psych text, written by at
best, cold hearted ego inflated doctors who have epitomized
god-complexes themselves and need more couch time than many other
folks. /That is by the way, a true statistic about the head shrink
industry. They rank high in the percentile of all careers in the
study done, for suicides and even seeing other head shrink doctors.
Great huh, they can all get together and compare notes eventually,
literally, on how to make us all believe we are insane, and then get
rid of those who do not agree with their almighty Macy Court movies,
psychiatry. I do not mean to go on and on, you get the picture.
When
I died at Cifaloglio, and then went first to the Astral Plane, and
then back into physicality, in a parallel universe; I was supposed to
find a NYNY A&R person, and give her flowers, a copy of Atlantic
Queen,
my song from 1999; and tell her, Frank Callio of Atlantic City, sent
me. I never did this, when I came back here. Frank Callio had died,
and this was a very healthy recently retired police sergeant on the
AC force. I had no human way of knowing he had died, yet he told me
at McDonald's near the Atlantic City Airfield that I was dead, just
as Jimmy Carter had before him back in 1986 when all this hell and
bullshit began. I had never ever gone to that McDonald's, but family
did. I had no human way of knowing any of that either. But in years
to follow, the KINGS who kidnapped me under a Stockholm Syndrome,
went there a lot, as did I as I was with them. No m ore going back in
time just to upset Cuzz-Donnie at his Plaza, to retaliate against him
and Jerry Texaco-ESS for destroying the only vehicle my poor old
mother and I drove back in the springtime of CHOKE-1984. So turn any
direction on any road you want, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But no Vicky Callio
aroma's please, or any other coded-poems. It seems they all knew all
along about me, and I was as clueless as my kids dam
step-dad!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beginning
on that prior paragraph, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, BUDDYT AND SUIR; major
fucking mouse hacking is beginning, three major mouse jumps that are
trying to fuck up what was just said, and quite obviously we all know
why, and by whom. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, not TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING REAL SICK OF THIS ALMIGHTY GODDESS SCREWING WITH ME FOR
ALL ETERNITY. I NEVER SAID I DO NOT LOVE HER WITH ALL OF MY HEART,
SOUL, MIND, AND STRENGTH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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