©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
I
TOLD YOU THE DOW WOULD KEEP RACING UP, GINA!
I
am fully aware how far out and fantastic all my stuff seems to be,
and I know it is all the truth and also know that those all around me
think I went totally mad long ago. That's just reality, son; to quote
you, Dennis Snyder!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
223
It
was no fun at all, being kept by the two zoo-keeping wardens, Ann
King and her daughter Dawn-Marie.
But I lived through this hell on top of my physical agony and other
Otammic-Milituforce drama and trauma, and here I am today, living in
Fort Pierce, Florida, and still alive and breathing, the gods
willing. The minute they are not willing, this is when we all kiss
the mud, bite the dust, and meet the Queen, in more ways than one,
and without any TV repairs, or visits to northeast Philadelphia.
WOW THAT, all
crooked rotten repair shops everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And
a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. And a big JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 223
©
BOM 2006-2015
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
I
wouldn't give anyone in America a thin fucking dime for the
healthcare and general welfare of seniors. In fact, the entire
medical industry is nothing but greedy Wall Street quacks and
duck-nerds.
Memorial Center For Integrative Endocrine Surgery
JULY
1, 2015,
LATE
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:40,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 89 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-92/L-70).
HUMIDITY
IS 55%, FEELING LIKE 96 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE, AT A STEADY 16.
Well,
Diana Ross may have sung about BABY LOVE; but these photos from
'TWC', puts somewhat of a different spin on that; don't you think,
folks?
AHA-AHA-AHA
AND WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB. YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
Let
me hold out my arms and cry like a crazy mother fucker, kind people
out here!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I am in no way implying that all of the people involved in my life in
one way or the other, are in their truer essence, Briggbase
residents. But a large majority of them are, and this has to be the
truth, as otherwise, those anti-pollution television commercials that
aired late in the sixties, with my voice on the one where the pigs
were on the beach, just never could have happened.
Audience
THIS
MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE-JUMP
HACKING,
IS REAL BAD; SHERIFF KJM, AG-PB, AND OTHERS OUT HERE, FROM FCC, TO
FBI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Now
the problem with what I am going to say in a moment, is that without
believing in this Castaneda
Syndrome of Dreaming,
to call the ESS, and give it more credibility, since this is a great
world recognized author; none of this story called Morianity would
have a snowballs chance in fucking hell of ever making a bit of
logical rational sense. But
applying my powerful story, along with, as well as into, Carlos
Castaneda, and his great 'dream-books';
and finally, you will see some powerful shit is going on; and you
won't be able to deny it! Not with real honest logic and reasoning.
You literally would be forced to reach the conclusion, that Morianity
is real.
Just this man's great books are one thing. But take his books, and my
claims about my life for nearly 61 years; and you will get a blast
that is far beyond 1,000 atomic bombs. I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!! So as I
said, I could print up a few hundred words or more on any topic that
these blogs have taken you through for ten years now. Here is one
selected purely at random, but as you read it; try reading it while
remembering the Castaneda Syndrome. No one just falls into
interactions with a dozen people that all go onto be world renown
huge successful people, not unless they were say the Queen of England
or some big billionaire. It merely goes against all odds, all
possible statistical analysis, and on and on I could go. Let me
instead, stop and just paste in this little story.
Yes,
many folks have come to Fort Pierce, following me down here
literally. Some my distant family, some part of the ESS naturally,
and still others, whoever and whatever they REALLY are, some are the
soldiers on my side of this army-fight, praise the GODDESS!!!!!!!!
Rather
than rehash, let me expand and insert just a wee bit of fresh new
information, me peeps! How many out here are familiar with what
happened to me after I wrote the song called, “SARAH” on May 12,
1996? This took place on the second fucking day of August, about ten
weeks after this was written. My mom and I were in my brand new
Saturn automobile. The Milituforce made it suddenly break down. I had
been followed by a dangerous terrorist who threatened both my life
and the life of my poor elderly fucking mother. I was blocked in at a
parking lot by strange young females and not allowed to exit the area
for a short while. And by the time the day was all done, and my mom
and I had both spoken to the Prosecutor's Office in Camden City in
Jersey, after finally returning to our apartment in Williamstown,
called the Highview Apartments; we had just about been totally fried
and mother fuckiGN microwaved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
SARAH had only begun fucking with me, kind folks, her and her fuckiGN
miserable cronies from Atlantic City and the surrounding inland town
areas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have someone down here
who informed me that what happened was as follows, and he will deny
saying this or even knowing or speaking to me to his fucking dying
die, he also told me. When the waitress at the Egg Harbor, New Jersey
White Horse Pike diner told my mom and I that a contract had been
placed on my life by the local gangs in Egg Harbor and their main
Manhattan gang dealer mobsters; and was also told that I was a snitch
and this is why I have been marked for death, when in truth I never
had been anywhere near any of this nonsense, and it had been 10 years
to the day practically, since I was even in fucking New York City. He
said to me, he knows for a fact, that Dick Wolf, the executive
producer of Law & Order the TV show, knows all about me, and the
entire show reflects a large part of my life, along with some others
in both my family, and peeps that he and his peeps knows as well. He
said the episode with the two kids coming into the city, the girl
named SARAH,
who was shot, and the dude who was forced to work as a SNITCH,
by Detective Rivera, as
this episode aired right around the time of this incident with me;
was no coincide whatsoever. The boy was shot because in the L&O
episode, he was seen coming out of the police precinct and was
believed to be a SNITCH!!!!!!!!!!
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why the Milituforce is not all that fuckiGN swift about letting me
download/copy my 29th project, You'll Be Crossing Over”,
in case I use it on my blogs??????? Hey, be blind and dumb if you so
desire, sawn you!
Would
any fuckiGN person on this planet, go to all this trouble to prove
what I have been put through by the owner/creators of this planet, if
this was not for real?????????? Give me a mother fuckiGN break,
ladies and gentlemen, pweeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!
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I
got through the weekend, and a lot better for wear than those two
dudes who tried to do that New York prison break. Oh well; we all are
dealt cards, and we all learn our own unique style of playing our
cards. Taking both of these things together, and we get the
complexities of physical life in our new age global society. To that,
I will merely add, WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
As
I said; Mashell Daniels of 1980, and RPL Sound Studio Labs; the human
mind really totally freaking fascinates me. To quote my old pal Bob
McDowell, I find it to say the very least, “Vely vely
intelesting”!!!!
HELL,
IN ANY CASE; My life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
Hey
Federal Communications Commission, YO;
MAJOR
FUCKING HACKS!
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