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MARK WAYNE MOHR
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MORIANITY BOOK TITLE:
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT LIVES ON IN C-21 & M-3
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I
AM NOT WORRIED OR CONCERNED ABOUT MY VIEW COUNT OR THIS BLOG, NOT FOR
THE PRESENT TIME. I DO NOT THINK I EVER HAD ANYONE OUT HERE WHO IS ON
MY SIDE OF THIS FIGHT, SO WOULD IT IMPROVE MY ODDS OR STATION IN MY
SITUATION IF THE AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS DOUBLED OR WAS EXTENDED WITH ONE
OR EVEN TWO ZEROS ON THE RIGHT OF THE NUMBERS? FROM THIS POINT ON,
DON'T LOOMK, ANYONE, FOR MY COUNT TO BE PASTED IN, OR ANY RELATED
STUFF. THIS IS FOR MY FILES, AND I INVITE THE WORLD TO LOOKM AT THEM
WHENEVER THEY MAY WISH, OR NOT. SAWN THEM.
I
did what I could to tell the record and the
planet/cosmos/whatever/RAW; a lot of things about brick walls and
covert stealthy ops, coverups, the whole ball of wax. No we move on,
or I will.
The
audio tape of my third and fourth cousins, that I got by pure
accident, as with so many old style type of 'reality-capture'
(cassettes of video and audio in nature); and sharing also the weird
unnatural and somewhat esoteric fate as well, where that part was
erased where the man was discussing his worst weekend ever in May of
1995, and had been erased; it is now back on the tape. For anyone old
enough to remember or know, the old video cassette tapes and VCR
machines always give the user a static snowy broken piece, should we
record over something. When this was done originally, I saw this
normal snow-static. Now the program was put back on and even the
snow-static is just gone. Just for the record, as of last night.
JULY
20, 2015
MONDAY
AFTERNOON, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
THE
TIME IS 4:38 P.M.
THE
TEMPERATURE IS 90 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 59%, FEELING LIKE 100 DEGREES.
46
YEARS AGO TONIGHT, WE HUMANS TOOK A SMALL STEP!
©
2006-2015
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
AS
FOR ANY GIANT LEAPS; WELL; TECHNOLOGICALLY I WILL TOTALLY AGREE,
MISTER STAR TREK KAHN, KIND SIR.
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BELOW TO ARCHIVE OLDER BLOGS, PLEASE FOLKS!
Yes,
the tape is back to the way it was when I got it at GOOD
WILL
a couple years ago. It seems like a lot of things happened a couple
of years ago, including my prediction of a couple years later! Only
over there, a lady approached me and told me she was Estelle Bassler
from South Atlantic City, or did she? Is anything real? Is our
decimal system of major importance, Mister Toefinfers? What
is real, besides Israel? And for that matter; is anyone keeping track
or score? Jesus Christ!
You
figure out if I swore a second ago, or just fulfilled my own blog
title prophecy, in or out of the 1988-1990 era of time.
\\\\\Who
is the one that gave me some things to ponder about?///// Well, it
wasn't Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, and it wasn't their great pal
Patty-Paula-Somnambulist either. I guess that leaves Mister S.
Chantzatar, also one of moms ancient co-workers of the ''great
powerful shipping company''. Jesus Almighty, no wonder Mister
Burnheeb never helped me, PP! River mobs huh, yeah Mister BG, and why
did DP let me slide on an accident that was clearly my fault, had
witnesses, had me admitting to fault, and not all roads leading to
Delaware or Deecee? Did someone shout out the word bright lights,
nightmares, and foreign spies, all the way back in late ninety six
for the sake of the mother of goddess? Yes sir, up here or not,
nineteen years later; I will be posting about twice per week until my
eye surgeon lasers out my eye cats. You know, the other VC (Vision
Conservation), Mizz Vicki Gorgeoushair Callio of 45 years and a
couple weeks back. Tim Barber and his eternal life machine, and my
family and our clear and unarguable dementia, perrrr fect together,
huh Mister Kean sir, speaking of cats?
Last
Friday at quarter past eleven in the morning, the cable started to
screw up, and I called and had a real nice talk with a Comcast Agent.
They all know the score, Mister Gene Printer; you still think I'm
just playing with my balls back in seventy-seven, you old turkey?
Steve
said he too is sick, and probably won't last the year. A very
intelesting coincidence, Mister McDowell; wouldn't you say, me ol'
pal from '72?Well Steve, I know very well she said she barely knew
me, but biblically, how much did she have to know me, to accomplish
this wild circumstance? Neo-Ho to all of them, me' fwen'!
Tim
Barber and his machine. I saw it Steve, the hell with everybody. In
fact, I have the pieces of all of it except for the MRI tunnel of
course, scattered all over the woods of New Jersey. Gee-Wiz. Who
wants to stay here in HELL? Not me Mister Fascitar, I've seen stuff,
buddy. Still, I was clueless that Captain Titan was in on it along
with the Blankenship family. It really is a small world, after-all,
as the song says. Seems Dave was right all along about wild ass
Mister 'Billadelphia'. You could have bowled me over with a big roll
of carney cotton candy, YO. As I said old friend, I was guilty as
sin, so why not sue me or my dam insurance company? Do I need ten big
reasons to put a few ones together, in some wild outlandish Tahren
copied sum up; simply to arrive at the correct answer,
mathematically?Talk about the diction that only we know, bugler
blower! I do think you were totally correct about all the shit you
told me, kind friend. Ever think about retiring down here in this
lovely wasteland they call Florida? WEEEEEEEEEE!
Yes,
my pal will be going to the great beyond soon, and is so sick today
he doesn't know what day or month it flock ducking is. Just as in
1986, I am not permitted an infallible way to make blank amounts of
profits and money, through the use of otherwise random 50-50 chance
systems. I was destroyed originally for this crime against cosmic
karmic interference, to quote the great Quakertown Rosemary
Psychicgirl from 96-97, and late last year, I found the ultimate door
that is beyond even parallel event, for reaching a 20% advantage
endlessly over otherwise 50-50 stuff. Even though I never told it or
so much as wrote it down in any form or way on any possible medium;
the forces of the Lawtronic Powers had to destroy me, and this is
what they did, all great powerful PATTERSON
people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
was destiny for me to be trumped out of using parallel event against
roulette, back in 1986. But what happened in Gloucester, New
Sharkjersey proves that the rules are smaller than the controllers.
Am I really so misinformed and wrong, Mister Jerk Off Jim Burr?
Still, I told you all the man never lies, and in fact would make this
country stronger than any other running mate he could possibly face.
We all know it. But my powerful punch from the unadulterated hard
banging reality cane shortly into Saturday's powerful C-Span great
8-hour show. I know for a fact that the forces of absolute power do
bless these types of people and curse those losers such as me. There
is a bible verse that cannot be ignored, where it discusses how even
more gets taken away from those who already have little, it is in
there, and saying these words, is in no means taking this message out
of context, as many religious leaders would most certainty accuse me
of doing. There still is one huge problem with all of this, if anyone
non huge is really ever up here and viewing my words. The same dude
that can and would make the country super great, to which I have zero
doubt at all; admits to hating all of us poor little losers. Well,
then what good is the great powerful nation of just 1% of these lucky
powerful folks? What possible good would this come to for us little
frikkin' peons? Sounds to me like the same old song, only this time,
done digitally, and amplified on a two trillion dollar quadrophonic
sound system. WOW, makes one think. I told you how clever my cousin
is, and you WILL NOT EVER catch this very honest man, telling a lie.
WOW, top quote my aunt Geraldine Snow Mason; “I'm so
impressed”!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE.
When
the cable system screwed wit me at quarter past eleven back last
Friday, I was watching that episode on the great GW TV SHOW, that
shows that other poor guy who was stopped from pursuing his music.
Interesting time for the cable to screw up, as I as anyone knows,
refuse to believe in those pesky Abbey Carmichael coincidences. In
fact, I used to tell Dave Roth over my bugged up Eddie Snowed-In
telephone back two decades ago; just how I should have taken the
advice of that big ass hit song I'd hear in Haddonwood's gymnasium
all the time, that told me if I wanted to survive, what I needed to
do, and they did not mean to Florida, but far far far away from this
demonic empire. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
BOY ARE MY MOTHER FREAKING NABES FROM HELL ANNOYING ME,
KIND
SHERIFF, SIR! And I wonder why, kind sir???????????
When
Steve dies soon; I plan to tell the entire huge bucket list of so
many things. Screw all of you, Stanley-B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He even
knows how a lot of my utility persecution is done all the time, in so
many varying ways. Boy oh boy oh boy.
CHAPTER
ONE NOW ENDS TRANSMISSION.
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