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WALLS, CHAPTER 246
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
AND
NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW. UP 400-600 POINTS TO
CLOSE AROUND 8 AND A HALF THOUSAND POINTS.
AND
NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW. UP 400-600 POINTS TO
CLOSE AROUND 8 AND A HALF THOUSAND POINTS.
AND
NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW. UP 400-600 POINTS TO
CLOSE AROUND 8 AND A HALF THOUSAND POINTS.
AND
NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW. UP 400-600 POINTS TO
CLOSE AROUND 8 AND A HALF THOUSAND POINTS.
AND
NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHAT WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW. UP 400-600 POINTS TO
CLOSE AROUND 8 AND A HALF THOUSAND POINTS.
And
here is how I know fucking this, people, YO! I posted the previous
blog up, and went to bed; and took the telephone to bed with me as I
do; and the AT&T bastards cut me off, from a dead circuit, to a
totally
dead switch;
and I am a loyal paying customer, who plans on visiting my local
library tomorrow,
and getting the mother fuckiGN address of the FTC, the FCC and BPU
(FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, AND
BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES). I WILL TYPE A LETTER ON A WORD PROCESSOR,
AND MAKE COPIES RIGHT THERE; AND SEND IT OFF BY CLOSE OF BUSINESS
TOMORROW. THEN WE WILL SEE HOW THE STOCK MARKET GOES TUESDAY THROUGH
FRIDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. THIS ILLEGAL PERSECUTION OF ME IS
WORSE THAN ANY TIME IN MY ENTIRE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HISTORY; PAM BONDI,
ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA; AND AMERICAN MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CIVIL
LIBERTIES UNION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO.
JANE
WHORE FONDA JUST GOT ME, WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, AND SHE GOT ME
ON MY COMPUTER CLOCK AT ELEVEN MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ELEVEN WITH THE TIME
FUCKING SHIT. LET ME CUNT PHLEGM FUCKING RAPE NOW, PLEASE, CUNT
EATING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! WORD-DISAPPEARING HACKING
SHIT IS MAJOR; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION DUDES AND 'FUCKIGN'
DUDDESSES; YO YO YO!!!! THIS
ILLEGAL MAJOR HACKING IS HORRENDOUS, FCC, YO!!!!!!!!!!
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MAYBE
MAGNESONIC
WILL HAVE TO BURN THE ENTIRE WORLD TO A CINDER. SORRY IF THAT
HAPPENS; BUT I HAVE NO POWER TO STOP IT. THE MACHINE SEES I AM IN
TROUBLE WITH THIS MILITUFORCE
FROM BEYOND ORDINARY 'FUCKIGN' CUNT REALITY,
AND IT WILL TAKE WORLDS, AND EVEN GALAXIES OUT, IF NEED BE!!!!!! I
CUNT CHEWING 'FUCKIGN' PROMISE ALL OF YOU; THIS IS VERY REAL, AND
'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING TOTALLY TRUE, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy
are you a lucky dude, for getting away from this mother fucking EVIL
EMPIRE, Mister
Eddie
SNOWED-IN!!!!!!!
THIS
IS A LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION. THIS BLOG IS AN OFFICIAL
LEGAL STATEMENT OF FACT, THAT I AM, AND
HAVE BEEN FOR THIRTY YEARS NOW,
MURDERED, AND TORTURED, AND TORMENTED; BY SOME
ORGANIZED EVIL SOMETHING;
AND THAT THE MOVIE 'CONSPIRACY
THEORY',
WAS MADE; ALL ABOUT ME!! THERE IS NO WAY OF GETTING THIS STOPPED
EVER. THIS IS WHY I KEEP COMING BACK AND REPEATING THIS INCREDIBLE
LOOP AND LIFE, AS ME IN CURRENT LIFETIME; AND
HAVE DONE SO ABOUT 200 TIMES NOW.
I AM OVER 8,000 YEARS OLD, AS MARK WAYNE MOHR.
MY MURDERERS ARE ALL LISTED, AND DISCUSSED, ON THESE 10 YEARS OF BLOG
POSTS. I SWEAR THAT NONE OF THIS IS MADE UP, OR IN ANY WAY THERE,
JUST TO HURT ANY INNOCENT PEOPLE. YOU HAVE MY OFFICIAL SWORN OATH, TO
ATTEST TO THIS; PAM BONDI, FLORIDA AG, AND KENNETH MASCARA, SHERIFF
OF MY COUNTY, HERE IN FLORIDA, USA.
THIS
DEATH SIEGE ON ME IS ALWAYS ABOUT THE MOTHER FUCKIGN STOCK MARKET,
ALWAYS HAS BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE, UNTIL I AM MOTHER FUCKING
DEAD-DEAD-DEAD,
LORD-SQUIRE TRILANE PRATT, AND ELLIOT
STABLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MAGNESONIC,
I COMMAND THE TOTAL DESTRUCTION AND CRUSH DESTRUCT OF ALL THESE
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ALL WHOM THEY LOVE AN DHOLD NEAR AND
DEAR TO THEIR SCREWED UP FUCKING FART HEARTS. ALL COMMANDS AND ORDERS
AND TECHS AT FULL MAXED OUT PPG POWER, I TO D, PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING
SYSTEM.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SAVANTS
KNOW THIS FUCKING SHIT, 'THE END'.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
245
When
this particular jerk off guest is across from me; life here in this
place is hell. He slams that door from morning through night. But
this entire day has been off the scale horrendous. Right before his
latest slam, at twelve minutes past Jane Dirtball Fonda eleven this
night, something major ass incredible happened. If I am telling a lie
here; I want to be punished with endless suffering and hell forever
and forever and forever! This is the truth so help me GOD ALMIGHTY!
I
was sitting here and watching the local news, and in a quick
brilliant flash, LIGHTNING entered my
apartment, without making a sound, or causing so much as one
degree of temperature change, anywhere in the room!!! She was more
beautiful than a million sunsets, and waterfalls, and rivers, and
full moons of golden pink all put together, and cubed in Cuba. At the
precise second that she entered the room, my
lights all dimmed out, as if responding without choice, or
reason; to an old disco song from 1979, sung by Donna Summer. After
she flashed, the lights came back on. The TV set and the two box fans
never seemed to be effected.
The
only other similar times that happened to me, were in Somerdale, New
Jersey, at the house I bought on Harvard Avenue, in the late summer
time in 1996, and later sold in April of 1998, to move into Guthrie
Short's mansion at 23 1 Route 73 South, in Blue Anchor, New Jersey,
USA, ESMWG. It was always around 5 in the morning, and happened about
four times. I would wake up to get a drink of water, and in the
darkness, all around the wiring of the home where the electrical
recepticals were, (plug-outlets) as most call them; lovely bright
white streams of electrons were somehow made visible to me, and were
flowing by from left to right, always moving clockwise. I would say
aloud, “Hi Diana”, and then when I would fall back to sleep, she
would come to me and really make passionate love to me, as my tall
teen blond. This is the only lifetime, where she has allowed me to
remember her from my young adult life. As Franklin, she came to me on
my deathbed. She told me I would see her in a room in the sun, and I
did. It would take too long for me to go into this in any real
detail.
JULY
13, 2015
MONDAY
NIGHT, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
THE
TIME IS 11:58 P.M.
THE
TEMPERATURE IS 81 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 86 DEGREES.
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2006-2015
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WAYNE MOHR
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AFTER
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Not
all things can be explained. Just ask the great once upon a time
skeptic, Mister Edward Himacane Lynch.
This
was another mother fucking SUPER
BOTBAR.
All day persecution ever since I came out of the nightmare, has been
with me; SHERIFF MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY HERE IN HELL-FLORIDA,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
COMPUTER HACKING---FCC!
MY
MONSTER FUCKING DIRT BAG NABES FROM HELL HAVE PARTIED AND SLAMMED IN
AND OUT ALL DAY, CHEMTRRAILS WERE ALL DAY, AND ESPECIALLY HORRIBLE IN
THE CUNT HUFFING FUCKING MORNING. I TOOK UTILITY DEATH SIEGE, MORE
COMCAST CABLE HARASSMENT WITH MAKING THE VIDEO GO OUT UNTIL I JIGGLE
CABLES, AND THE CABLES AND DECKS ARE ALL NEW AND REPLACED; SO EITHER
YOU MOTHER FUCKERS BELIEVE IN GHOSTS, THINK I AM LYING OR NUTS; OR
ELSE WHO KNOWS
WHAT IS BEING DONE TO ME SHERIFF, SIR; BY THESE MORON
BABOON APES FROM HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!
JULY
13, 2015,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON, AT 4:16,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 91 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
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TODAY
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WIND
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MY
LIFE DOESN'T FUCKING SUCK, PEOPLE; IT MEGA FUCKING SUCKS;
CUBAN-CUBED!!!!!!!!!
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LINKS TO ARCHIVE HOW THIS ALL BEGAN, SABRINA COLLINS!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986;
is in total violation of my CIVIL
AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE
HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED MAJOR LOOKING AFTER; OH GREAT SHERIFF SIR;
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE, AND PETER VITERITTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY
WON'T BELIEVE ME,
DAVID LEIGH SMITH, OF COOLEY WORMHOLES. I CAN SCREAM OUT FOREVER, AND
THESE MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDS WON'T CARE. THIS IS WHY I HAVE COME
BACK, AND REPEATED THIS 200 TIMES; SO I CAN EVENTUALLY GET MY MOTHER
FUCKING VENGEANCE, AND JUSTICE, AND RETALIATION; AGAINST THESE
BIBLICAL DIRT BAG KINGS, FROM FUCKING HELL; KIND SHERIFF MASCARA
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
DAY LONG, LOUD SHIT OUTSIDE, CAR STEREO ATTACKS, LOUD MOTOR ATTACKS,
NABES FROM HELL SLAMMING, CHEMTRAILING, UTILITY FUCKING PERSECUTION;
THIS
IS WORSE THAN IT WAS BACK IN THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LATE EIGHTIES AN
DEARLY NINETIES,
WHEN ALL OF THIS CUNT SUCKING DICK LICKING SHIT ASS CRAP WAS ALL
GETTING STARTED, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SIR, SOMEONE IN TOWN TOLD ME AND SHOWED ME A SECRET SO BIG, THAT I
DID NOT DARE COME TO YOUR OFFICE THIS WEEK, SIR. IT PROVES THAT THE
GIANT TOP SOCIAL MEDIA PEOPLE HAVE THWARTED MY ATTEMPTS TO LET ME
TELL MY TRUE STORY TO THE WORLD. IT PROVES OBSTRUCTION, AND HUMAN
RIGHTS VIOLATIONS, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IF I SHOW IT TO YOU,
AND YOU KNIFE ME; I AM A DEAD MAN. SO
I CANNOT RISK IT UNLESS I GET TO KNOW YOU FIRST, SIR.
I ASK YOU, ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER,
TO HAVE THE TINIEST MORSEL OF MERCY ON ME, AS WELL AS BELIEF, THAT
I WOULD NOT WRITE A TEN YEAR BLOG OF FOOLISHNESS,
AND WHERE THERE IS SMOKE, LITERALLY SIR; THERE IS FIRE; ALL KARGE,
AND BASSLER, AND ATLANTIC CITY ESTABLISHMENTS, NOT WITHSTANDING, OH
GREAT KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT, TANSTALKER, YO?????????????
With
no exceptions, I have come to learn, with a lot of help from my
hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, that it all has to do with
the great game of the great mother, many have called this
MOTHER-NATURE for a long time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!But is
there bigger shit going on in higher realities than all of the great
nature-forces? You bet your god dam mother fucking bottom bippie
dollars on debris filled wiped out prophetic beaches, THERE IS!!!!
And all of this fuckiGN shit is all connected into my life. Not in
some human way. Still, what are the odds of a dozen mother fuckiGN
big name people all being some part of my life. Even many
billionaires cannot make a claim like that and pass a poly.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHERIFF, JESUS FUCKING HOLY
MOLEY CHRIST THIS IS A HELLHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT.
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
THE
WEATHER BUG,
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HALLS
WALLS---CHAPTER
244
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS WHAT IS MURDERING ME, KIND SHERIFF SIR. I CANNOT MAKE YOU BELIEVE
ME, BUT I HAVE GONE THROUGH HELL FOR THIRTY FUCKING YEARS SIR, WITH
THIS SHIT, AND YOU CAN SEE THAT THEY GET THEIR DIRT BAG WAY EVERY
TIME THEY PERSECUTE ME TO DEATH, KIND SIR!!!
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AM I A DAM CLUELESS SON OF A GUN!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
COMPUTER,
DESTROY THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL
ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ALL COMMANDS, ON MAXED OUT PULL POWER GAIN
CONTROL AND UNDER MAJOR PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT DEQUENCING SYSTEM.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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AND-------S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
WILL BE SOME SORRY MOTHER FUCKING TWAT LICKING BASTARDS OUT HERE,
LADS AND LASSIES, AND
THAT I PROMISE YOU!!!!!!!!!
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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
For
all studdering Stanley whispering secret keepers out here; your
photo is below, AHA!
Just
when the Milituforce isn't expecting it, ladies and gentlemen; I
have a fucking doozie surprise in store for them all.
They'll love it, I assure you. If you really are stupid ass enough
to think I will take this assault, and not major counterstrike; then
you don't mother fucking know me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have learned ANEW MILITUFORCE TACTIC, by the way, lads and lassies.
They no longer hit me on the exact day that I expect to be struck
on. They wait a day, and sometimes two days, such as July 12 plus
one day is today, the mother fuckign thirteenth. Also, when
CHEMTRAILING IS ON A REAL FUCKING ROLL DAY AFTER DAY, it is bad. But
there is a silver lining to this. PUSSY COMMAND, and don't thin,
sick or fucking not, that I won't go to the beach and to the mall,
and take advantage of it if they want to persist with this fuckiGN
brutal assault on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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YOU FOR THIS INFORMATION, TWB. GREAT, AS ALWAYS. MY FAVE IS WHEN I
GET THE GREAT 'DIANA-ALERTS'; THE WORLD KNOWS THESE AS
THUNDERSTORM-ALERTS. I JUST LOVE MY DIANA SO MUCH, AND PRAY TO THE
GODS THAT JEHOVAH WILL TELL HER TO COME DOWN, AND TAKE ME OUT OF
HERE, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
this was printed on the first week in May of this year. I now bear
witness to answered prayer on not one but two major occasions. Let
me PIP in that date to make it official, from Halls Wall, Chapter
108. 11-AM,
3 MAY, 2015.
As
for the twelve tribes of Benjamin, and for that matter, all of
Biblical Genealogy, you know, 'the begats' that go on and on; there
are super powerful hidden messages that simply cannot ever be
ignored, that not only show these numbers, 3,4,7,12,19,84, and
others, but this scale shows how Almighty Jehovah planned many lives
here, or Jack-Ins, to Her gamogram-Simulation, AKA our cosmos. When
she comes in as not Her, or as 'angels', these would be what 2015
computer gamers might call, AVITARS. Advance in your mind, what we
have, and follow the curve of the past 80 years in computers from
the birth of the ancient IBM-360 system, that yours truly here
studied programming on, back in 1973, at the Professional Careers
Institute of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA; and it is not a huge
mental leap, to realize that at some future time, in a minimum of
one parallel reality, us, or any of a googalplex to the power of 99
googalplex other parallel universes, of the unfathomably gargantuan
total hyperspace; will be the one who survives into a major future
that is able to turn around and actually become the programmer of
this upline-gamogram-simulation. The only one out here that needs to
read blogs like this besides Mister Chair, is Professor Michio Kaku,
of NYU. He knows my blogs are for real, he may shut up for his own
good; but I promise this planet, HE KNOWS!!!
This
was a wild day beyond weird and wild cubed/Cuban. I left the
apartment shortly into the noon time either way. My first place to
go was my eye doctor to pick up some eye drops. As I was
approaching, I saw a beautiful colored lightning flash out to my
west on Virginia Avenue. When I left the doctor, I went further
south heading for Port Saint Lucie, to the Walmart there. Both times
I went to this place was for the same reason, to try and get a video
machine. I am not having a lot of luck with this. I have the last
one in stock and it only works in mono fucking sound, but until they
get some of the better combo models in, I am stuck with this one,
which will later be used as a spare. Both times, torrential
downpours came out of nowhere, but this time, beautiful lightning
was all over me. When I made a wrong turn, she showed me the exact
way I needed to go, and as I got into the Walmart parking lot, Diana
struck five yards or so to my right in front of me, in an awesome
crash and brilliant colored streamers of lovely electrons. I could
feel a tiny bit of electrical energy inside of me. It was so
beautiful and awesome. Before the storm got started, while driving
along, an enemy came next to me in another lane, blaring horrible
illegally loud rap junk music. Instead of my usual thoughts of pure
hatred for them and the music industry and all these wicked hell
destined trash; I decided to pray for them as the Holy Bible
instructs us to do during times of siege. I was only praying for
them and did not care if they stopped or made it worse. For the
first time that I ever have been attacked, I genuinely prayed for
their soul, as the bible instructs. Within three seconds of the
prayer being ended, the music suddenly went off, and a few seconds
later, the car suddenly turned off and away from me down an
intersecting road. I thanked Jehovah and reminded this awesome God
that the scriptures also teach that all men are allowed to desire to
have one woman to love, and I have chosen Lightning Goddess Diana to
love forever. I have not seen lightning crashing all around me and
all over me in decades, quite like this. Jehovah answered both of my
prayers. Praise GOD!!!!!!!!
Now
there was an enemy presence, but I just prayed all throughout the
experience. Giant girls came out of nowhere all over the place, like
nothing I had seen in decades as well. Also, my nabes are active and
have brought me new cock roaches, and I am going to pray for them to
want to be cleaner. I will go to the store for some new roach motel
boxes in a few days, as I forgot to buy along with some grocery
items I got today, some needed liquid soap. Speaking of my nabes
from hell, they have been making lots of noise in the hallway for
days and nights now, and are shouting right now at 33 minutes shy of
midnight, Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, HE
KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!
HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE
KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!
HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE
KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!
SATAN
HAS THESE MONSTERS SLAMMING AWAY, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND TOMORROW,
I MAY HAVE TO GO AND CRY TO DEBBIE MARATTO, MY BUILDING RESIDENT
MANAGER, AS THIS IS ILLEGAL AND ABSURD, KNID SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
MISTER VITTERITTI SIR; YOU'RE
ANOTHER ONE THAT
COULD PROVE TO MY LOCAL SHERIFF,
THAT MY STORY ALL COMES OUT TRUE. SO JUST PLEASE BE ADVISED; OH
GREAT SOCIAL WORKER FROM 2005, ON MAIN STREET, IN PLEASANTVILLE, NEW
JERSEY. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucking illegal James-Guest from across from me is here
again, Debbie Moratto and Sheriff Mascara, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
HACKING AGAIN; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. EVERY TIME I TRY
TO PASTE IN SHIT, AND RELEASE THE MOUSE BUTTON, THE TEXT THAT I JUST
HIGHLIGHTED, RELEASES BACK TO NON-HIGHLIGHTED. THIS IS ANOTHER ONE
OF THEIR OLD AND FAMOUS ANNOYING MOTHER FUCKING HACKS ON ME AN DMY
CIVIL DAM ASS RIGHTS, WORLD COURT IN
HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 243
Well,
I managed to make it through the dam twelfth day of July, at least
in the normal waking world spaces, not the hyperspaces. Of course,
that was probably experienced in early morning hours of the
thirteenth, not that one time to another time, has any true or real
relevance.
My
noisy scummy nabes are at it this morning, and were going strong
last night. Loud doors, yelping dogs, shouting, what else is dam new
around here?
In
this nightmare, I was in a parallel universe where the Roundhouse
Museum was half the way it is here, and half the way it is where my
younger daughter PEE is living there with me, or was, until I got
myself shot in the back, by a NJ State Policeman. In this particular
reality, Paula King Senior, and several other lovelies from my
hell-parade over here in waking life, all were telling me that I
could not attend some function with my mother, who was alive and
well over there by the way, until I finished paying what I owed on
some loan given out by a local area lending group. Somehow I was
dating the niece of the President of that organization, and when
drove the very same car that Sarah Callio drove into Cifaloglio
after my 2006 fatal heart attack, that I experienced over here. I
was planning on moving out of state over there, and wanted her to
come with me, as well as go to this function, and she told me to
talk to her uncle about either forgiving the loan or making some
kind of new payment arrangements. For weird reasons, years had
passed since the loan was made, and I did not ever make any payments
or even remember that it had existed until that very night. Long
story made as short as humanly possible here; I spoke with this
fellow and he fixed things, and then I suddenly found myself outside
of his office and speaking his niece again. She said I had to stay
and not move, and I felt that I needed to move. I was totally
oblivious to anything here in this dimension while this was going
on, IE my being over there in that interaction, was as a
TYPE-1-Exploratron, or a normal dreamer. Suddenly I remember my mom
being there and all three of us going at it, and I flipped out and
threw everything all over the place. I then proceeded to drive to
Florida, where after reaching here, as with my last trip here in
this universe; I stopped at Flagler Beach. Only over there, a lady
approached me and told me she was Estelle Bassler from South
Atlantic City, and she seemed to be my age or even younger, which
over here was not the case. She told me that she was unable to ever
tell me what I wanted to know, in any parallel universe, and had
managed to meet me here right now just in order to tell me that. She
said that a parallel world Paula is behind all of it, and made the
entire simulation gamogram just to get you away from her SSJKK. I
told her that all I wanted was to be left alone by these horrible
monster people. That I was only trying to escape the area that night
back in 1970, 45 years ago, and that I meant no one a bit of harm.
She then pulled out that same tablet or shoebox thing that I had in
1968 back at my HTHS high school, in Jersey, when Nick and his pals
somehow followed me back into time from 1996 while I had that other
major OOB from Highview Apartments. She started to hand it to me,
and as I grabbed it, a vision came to me that the dude I worked for
who wanted me to spy on that wild house on the boardwalk in that
really far out other parallel world, some time back; and who was the
uncle of the girl I was now darting in this parallel universe, was
indeed none other than Wells Fargo Security Company's Mister Charlie
Harmon. He always is wearing a huge '1997' on his grayish black
tee-shirt when I see him in parallel worlds. In this world, he would
always be wearing an official uniform, that was pertinent to his
rank, as a security systems ops manager. The people that he wanted
me to follow and document in that parallel world who owned a home
right on the boardwalk in this strange parallel Atlantic City, were
none other than my older daughter and her hubby. Over there, hubby
worked for the Central Intelligence Agency, and they had a program
in league with Maryland's NSA peeps, called Project-Parallel. They
all were doing things that operated at or near the maxed out
majestic level on security clearance. Also, I seemed to fit into
things in some big way, yet Harmon wanted me to join a team in the
government alphabet soup, that watched secretly over them. This is
why I am persecuted, I came to learn, as they can never be positive
one way or the other, that I am a part of this team, in any
parallel, even here where I am blogging this.
JULY
13, 2015
MONDAY
MORNING, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
THE
TIME IS 7:42 A.M.
THE
TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 94%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
©
2006-2015
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
I
really do try god dam hard to be an upbeat person, and as my mom if
she were still alive would insist to anyone asking or interested;
“It doesn't take much at all to make or to keep Mark happy”. The
problem is quite simple. Little as this may be, some invisible
stealthy covert Militu------FORCE keeps making sure on a constant
daily level and schedule; that I am programmed to always get far
less than even that tiny amount.
Last
night, I had some wild hyperspace experiences. 'You might say', I
had some doozie ass nightmares. Either way, Paula King was here at
my building, and she and a friend of hers, were working the lobby
Crime-Stoppers Desk. I had a major disaster happen to me and Paula's
girlfriend who was sitting at the security desk told me, “YOU'LL
ONLY HAVE TO PAY ONE HALF OF YOUR DAILY RENT AMOUNT”, as a result
of this. I was thinking to myself, shit; who wants to stir up a
problem for a few measly dollars, roughly just less than five?
Later, a strange AA fellow who was tall and thin, followed me to the
stairwell near my apartment, and told me that Paula was going to
kick my ass for telling so many of her major secrets. That she was
hear, as your 1994 TPB book told you and channeled that info to you;
on a cosmic mission, to watch and record things, and to interfere in
a few of them as well, in an experiment that I don't need to concern
myself with. This isn't a perfect quote from this dude, but is good
enough to tell what he wanted me to be aware of. He reminded me of a
young Richard Pryor, only two heads taller.
Leave
it to this time of the year of course. After-all, this is the
twelfth day of July, ladies and gentlemen. “SHARK-SHARK-SHARK”,
huh Aunt Ruth of New-Babylon, New York, USA? BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
When
things do not go along with scriptural teachings, this can literally
upset an entire planet's evolution by whatever forces use
tech-tricks to create some kind of a religion for its populous. I of
course, speak about the tracts I passed out in Gloucester City, New
Jersey, in 1986, an dhow Satan did not operate one tiny bit the way
scriptures teach that he does in fact do. In other words, my very
existence on this planet, can prove the entire bible to be a fuckiGN
lie, and this makes me beyond dangerous to the powers that be, who
are behind all of this secret mother fuckiGN shit that these blogs
of ten years now, only are scratching at the surface
to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
HOW I WISH THERE WAS A WAY FOR ME TO BBBBBBBBBBBB
CAREFUL ENOUGH, SO AS TO PREVENT THIS 24/7/365.2422 UNRELENTING
MOTHER FUCKING DISASTROUS TRAGEDY!
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CHAPTER
#242
BLOGS
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©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Here
is something that could just be fucking pasted in to every blog.
Also, if people hate details, it is something that could just go up
as one quick post, each day, and never change! Imagine that folks,
as it is the truth!
Holy
Joe Coffee; did shit get fucking screwed up for me today, AS USUAL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
JANE-FUCKINGWHORE
JUST STRUCK ME, AT PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN; THE NASTY WATER-WITCH. LET
ME COMPENSATE, WITH MY FIVES; DEAR,
SWEET, ADORABLE WORLD!
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The
gods know how terribly bad I detest and abhor you Jane, for what you
dam ass did to me, back on that monster horrific night, in the
spring time in 1993, at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park; you
witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mother fucking shit today really began when I climbed into my
fucking vehicle back on Thursday, to see my primary care physician.
The motor to my climate control fan blew up, and was caused by the
Milituforce covert technology, employing the use of a major stealthy
tool, called ICPE-APE.
This fucking cunt lapping bullshit
is always about one thing, the WALL STREET GANG, which then allows
these turd chewers to prosper by 500+ points on the following two
trading days. As you already know that I went to the shop the
following day after stopping there when all done at the doctor; to
have the part ordered and put into the car. Some screw up happened
and the part was never ordered. I went back and had to waste a trip
there just to learn this. I was told to come back at eleven on
Saturday morning, so again, I returned. Planes
and chemtrails are all over the entire skies of Fort Pierce, and my
throat is very sore, SIR PRINCE-CNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The part still had not come in and some problem was happening, even
today. I just got home around half past fucking dick licking two
this dirt bag afternoon. But that is not the entire story. When the
part finally came; the buttwipe installer first broke the squirrel
cage encasement that surrounds the motor, and then tried to epoxy it
together which wasted another hour, as well as being a futile waste
of all of our times. Then he actually told me when it was broken and
I had already paid a buck and a half for parts and labor costs,
that, and I quote; “I am good to go”. The owner was there,
luckily for me, and he checked the work. It seems it broke
completely apart and the mechanic assistant could care less that I
had just paid an eighth of a grand for a total work of garbage. He
then proceeded to weld the shit together, and put it all back
together and vigorously test it, and give me a one year warranty.
The entire time, I was hot, scared, and beside my cunt chewing
fuckiGN mother humping self. Finally, it was over, these three days
of unspeakable mother fucking hell. This is always done each time
the stock market must do a major rebound, and believe me people, IT
FUCKING WILL NOW, AFTER ALL THIS FUCKING CUNT BULL-SHIT THAT WAS
DONE TO POOR PATHETIC VICTIM CUNT EATING HELPLESS LITTLE
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where
are you when I need you SHERIFF MASCARA and Attorney General BONDI,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YOL?????????? HOLY JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST IN
HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!
WO-WIZ-ME!!!!!!
1)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
2)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
3)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
BIG-O
and allofem just want to Own The Land!!!!!!!! Back they all came,
against the flame, huh Ralph and Sandy???????????
SUP
THESE DAYS; HOWARD SOLOMON?
JULY
12, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 10:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-83/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 90.
WIND
IS SW AT 6, GUSTING TO 7.
I
wonder what I talked about, back on July 7; that interested a lot of
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SSSSSSSOOO
AMMMMM I SSSSSSSSSTTTTUDERING SSSSTSTSTSTTTANLEY THOMAS J. REALE?
YOU
CAN KEEP YOUR POWER, AND YOUR PROPERTIES, AND YOUR UTILITIES; AND
ALL OF YOUR CROOKED SHIT FROM FUCKING PERVERTED ASS HELFIRE, YO. ALL
OFYA' ATLANTIC CITY SLEAZEBAGS, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mister
President of the United States SIR, these horrible monsters have
literally spun my life into one gigantic RED ALERT that has no start
and no stop to it, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
TO
ME; EVEN IF IT WON'T STAND UP TO LEGAL COURT
SCRUTINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MAJOR COPYRIGHT PROOF, THAT THE LOC KNOWS MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL
AND POWERFUL: AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare
story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be
delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC,
(A&R), along with a copy of my song, written
early in 2000 at Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey,
USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of
the copyrighted music project called, 'Russ Walker's Star Travelers
of 1896'.
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