THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT LIVES ON IN C21 AND M3, CHAPTER 7

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT LIVES ON IN C21 AND M3, CHAPTER 7

Please listen to my plea, Sheriff Mascara, as since I posted and read my last blog here at BLOGGER; I have been persecuted beyond imagination. First an immediate new FIRE ALARM again the second I shut down my computer. Then some illegal cap type fireworks began sounding outside my windows yet I saw no light. This is a gang signal in my opinion, that I am soon to be shot and killed. So this is a dying utterance, FOR YOU, and the world, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, of Saint Lucie County, here in miserable rotten stinking Florida, USA. As I speak-type now at 29 minutes past 7 on this Saturday morning, a nasty left side DEATH-ANGEL attack is bothering me quite severely, sir. I had the poser interrupted in this apartment at just past seven this morning, and also, around 2-4 sometime this morning, the phone was assaulted with another major squeal coming through it, in violation of my civil liberties, sir. Yes, all persons on internet reading this, whoever you might be; THIS IS A LEGAL INTERNET DOCUMENT FROM SOMEONE FEARING FOR HIS LIFE, AND FEARING THAT MY MURDERERS WILL GET SCOTT FREE AWAY WITH THIS CRIME, GOVERNOR RICK SIR; NO PUN MEANT HERE. This is a legal dying utterance and declaration, now being legally signed by me at half past seven this Saturday morning, on 25 July, 2015, Mark Wayne Mohr, blog handle: Mountainpen.

On top of all of this, Sheriff sir, kind friend; when I went to sleep, I suddenly found myself in a parallel universe that was not too distant, what I call (localized-hyperspace), or a vivid dreaming experience where the world around me mirror images things to my waking life fairly closely as opposed to more distantly, sir. Suddenly I am outside of this building, and a strange ET looking entity came up and told me that a large magnetic force field was surrounding the building, but not the kind one can feel or be effected physically by. When I asked for more information, he laughed a very mean ugly laugh and said to me, “You'll see as time goes forward, you snotty little shit”. Then he vanished in front of my eyes like that dude on the beach near Ziggy's Jetty did back in 1974 while I was staying at Selena Dada's rooming house on Stenton Place, in South Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. Then Goddess Diana appeared as my 75 inch tall beyond hot ravishing late teen blond, and she told me not to go into the building, but like a total fucking blithering fool and idiot, I did not follow her advice. I walked in and the entire place became weird in ways that are not really describable in words. For one thing, it worked like out in the purg. Reality instantaneously corresponds to the thoughts you have. Many times it is immediately too late after thinking something. I will not go on other than my daughter and distant cuzz were suddenly there at the Crime-Stoppers desk, and I know I wasn't thinking about either one of them. They were the ones who then proceeded to tell me that it now worked that way in here, and that the field was growing ever larger, slowly engulfing and surrounding the entire town of Fort Pierce, and by the end of the day, all of the county and even beyond. It was an experiment to see how far the field would operate successfully, my cuzz went onto tell me, while MC was there laughing at me and pointing at me with some very weird looking stick. The powerful part of that is that she had this stick a short while in her hands back in 1972, where I had repressed the memories all those years until seeing a hyperspace version of it all, much later in the future on 5 October, 2008. Then she blurted out while trying to not totally bust out in laughter; “Remember the way this works Mark. Whenever you 'dream' major things about any of us; things will be very bad for you”. It seems that ever since I 'awoke' from being at Ziggy's Jetty, several weeks back; things were beyond total shit. Then there was 11 May, and then there was the following day where in 1996, I wrote the song, “SARAH”, Goddess help me; PUN MEANT THAT TIME; YO SHERIFF!!!!

Those who practice the 'hidden' (occult), know only too well, that we all leave small bits of ourselves all over places that we go and dream. Even if only cosmic prints, as touching an object physically results in leaving behind finger prints. Also, we all pick up stuff from our dreaming or hyperspace-travels. Those who invented sleep and dreaming, knew this was the intended result. Our bodies once long ago, required little to no physical rest and shut down into a sleep-mode. This all happened and was invented by the creator-female force, (MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON) for HER creation. As for leaving pieces of ourselves as well as picking others up, during a lifetime of dreams; well, this is all built into the system of this cosmos on a Lawtronic scale. Some however, can get themselves into very deep hassles and problems when they begin to fucking discover really powerful hidden truths. Remember the word occult, actually means, HIDDEN. On August 15, 1986; I went into an extremely weird and non-Russian-Trek dreaming experience, and all great berries know about this, and flute players. Still, I didn't get to hear the words, “That's a rap, cut, take 6”, or any of that. I wasn't making a nice fictional show, or drinking any great Strongbow Cider. I was in a real honest to fuckiGN goddess situation, in all parts of the dam karoo, Mizz lovely WG. When I left that wild experience that lasted five solid months; things changed huge, and Jim Pratt from Gloucester City became Jim Burr from there. But there are other things involved in that goddess darn mix, huh Sheriff sir. Huh Legwork Prosecutor Wirtz Senior of Camden county, New Jersey, USA? You know Sheriff, all those years I sat there not even realizing the Congressman was real, you know what I mean. Then this shit. Can you blame the powerful King Family for wanting to have such a mother fucking field day with poor old retarded little Bancroft fuckiGN me, kind sir????

NOVEMBER 5, 2014, WEDNESDAY EVENING

5:48 POST MERIDIAN, EASTERN STANDARD TIME

I have no intentions of stopping this blog at this point in time, Senator Watergate. You can all go away and ignore me; but I do not think this will happen. It will swing up and down, like the stock market in reverse, you know, up and down but with a lot more down than up, but always there and always, if I allow it, very fucking annoying.

THIS IS WHAT YOU CAN GET, ALSO, BY USING THE INTERNET IN ANY WAY AT ALL. LAST NIGHT I WAS RESEARCHING BLOG PROMOTING, A VERY COMPLEX PROCESS, AND DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENTLY. IF YOU HAVE A MILLION DOLLARS AND SOME PEOPLE THAT YOU CAN TRUST ABSOLUTELY AND IMPLICITLY, THEN FINE, YOU CAN PROMOTE ANYTHING, AND THE INTERNET HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. IT IS JUST ANOTHER TOOL, AND WITHOUT MONEY, AND WITH ENEMIES, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO EVER BE ABLE TO GET ANYWHERE WITH ANYTHING, AND FORGIVE ME FOR CALLING THAT STATE OF MY EXISTENCE, TOTAL FUCKING ENDLESS HELL.

WHEN I WROTE THAT 90% OF MY BLOG VIEWERS ARE JUST MILITUFORCE SPIES, THIS IS WHEN THE SYSTEM BEGAN TO FUCK UP AND WITHI SECONDS, I HAD TO FORCEFULLY SHUT DOWN AND REBOOT AND GO THROUGH ALL THE BULLSHIT, AGAIN, PAM BONDI. I DO NOT THINK IT IS FAIR THAT YOU SAY YOU ARE MY ATTORNEY GENERAL, AND SEEM TO BE AGAINST ME AND NOT CARE ABOUT LITTLE PEOPLE LIKE ME. SENIORS ARE TOTALLY SCREWED IN THIS EVIL ROTTEN COUNTRY, AND THAT MUCH I DO KNOW, MA'AM, AND THIS SENIOR IN EMMEREFFING PARTICULAR!!!!!!!! THEIR MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING STOCK MARKET HAS TO BE THROUGH THE ROOF. YOU KNOW RIGHT BEFORE THIS SHIT ALL STARTED ON MONDAY AFTERNOON WITH THE SKY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT ON ME AT THE VIRGINIA AVENUE SHOPPING MALL OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA; MY FATHER'S BURBON WING ROULETTE SYSTEM TOOK A FAILURE. IT DIDN'T CRASH YET, BUT IT IS GOING TO. AND IT DID. NOT JC PENNY PROMOS, MISTER MICROSOFT, DIDIDIDIDIDIDIDIDOING IT WRONG OR RIGHT WITH ANY SHINY COLORS AND WALMART VOICEMANIL DAUGHTER MESSAGES! YOU MISSED ME YOU EVIL FUCKING WITCH, JANE FONDAY, YO, HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!! BUT WHAT NEVER FAILED EVEN DURING ALL OF 2015'S DEATH SIEGE, IS MY NEW SYSTEM THAT I CALL, SYSTEM-ULTRA-ULTIMATE-ROULETTE © 2015, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, THAT WILL BE COPYRIGHTED ON MY DEATH ACCORDING TO MY WILL, JUST AS MY OLDER DAUGHTER, MEAN AS SHE IS, WILL INHERIT MY SEA CHARTS LEFT TO ME BY MY FATHER. AFTERALL SPANISH GALLEONS ARE HER RIGHTFUL HERITAGE, HUH MACY BUNCH GANG AND ALL IWALU QUODDY GANG MOCKERS, AHA-AHA; HUH MISTER FUCKHEAD MIKE MCNULTY, YO?????????? ALSO KIND WORLD, AND CRUEL WORLD, AS THE HYPERSPACE KEEPS MAKING ALTERATIONS; I AM SHOUTING OUT TO THE FUCKING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. YOU ARE DIALECT IN YOUR DUTIES AS ENFORCERS OF THE LAWS OF THE UNITED STATES, FOR KNOWING WHAT THESE MONSTER MOTHER FUCKERS ARE PUTTING ME THROUGH, AND DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO STOP IT, THIS IS TRULY MISFEASANCE AND MALFEASANCE, BY EVERY DEFINITION OF THESE WORDS. AGENT STEVE CARUSO OF AUSTIN, TEXAS, YOU KNOW THAT DAWN KING AND I RENTED YOUR HOME AT 831 THGIRTEENTH STREET IN HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, RIGHT AFTER LEAVING THE FIRST HOME WHERE I LIVED WITH THIS MONSTER 'FUCKIGN' FAMILY, OWNED BY LOCAL TOWN JUDGE, THE HONORABLE FRANK RASSO. HE KNOWS ME, TALK TO THEM, HE IS LISTED IN THE HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY PHONEBOOK FOR CRISSAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!

Well great Patty; I sure enjoyed our talk over the phone, six years after we had other fun in Atlantic City. You told me a lot of things, just like your fairly close nabe, Mister Jim Camden-High Y-Y-Y nabe, back in the day. Funny how he lived right off of Congress Avenue, but then that entire area seems to have their streets all named after politically oriented items; as Mister JB pointed out to me on several oaks. Oak, WOW, short for occasion, but also Oak Street. And then there is Quakertown, PAUSA; only I am not trying to get the lovely ghost whisperer all hot and bothered with this, and am instead making mention of a lady named Rosemary from the circa of the middle nineties and not early in the nineteen freaking sixties, YO BRO! Good old Ann Reese, Sky Cunesman, Tommy Codanado, Bobby Witherspoon, and Jackie Patteroff. Oh well, it could have been Patterson, but then there are so many of those names. Rosemary; you said I better not change Sarah's karma, remember, back in the end of 1996? How come she is allowed to screw mine all up, ma'am Allknower?

No friends out there, if there are any of course; this new system doesn't crash no matter how much mother fuckiGN bullshit they put me through, so they have to kill me, and this is what the year 2015 was all about. But there is more. Others out here have some similar problems, and it was the great Mizz Hollister who told me that, 40 goddam years ago when my number, CUZZ, was 609-783-4020, without any cellphone smashing or Nationwide Super-baby sized insurance Companies. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE that one, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When they cannot crash my system by giving me major negamagging persecution; then I MUST BE COVERTLY STEALTHFULLY MURDERED BY THE NSA/CIA/BFA SYSTEM; and we all know this, snowed in or not snowed in. Well, in or out of Time Square, or Jordy's great TIME SQUARED, Mizz Q; this system cannot fail so I have to. Just as this following paste in from November of last year explains so dam ass well, kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!! YES THE SYSTEM IS NOT ABLE, NOR WAS WHAT I DID IN 1986 ABLE; TO BEAT BOTH THE GAME OF ROULETTE, AS WELL AS THE 'NEGAMEGGING' EFFECT ON ME; THAT THIS MONSTER MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE-TAWF, HAS THRUST UPON ME, EVER SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986. BEFORE THAT DATE, GREAT SYSTEMS APPLIED TO THIS GAME BY ME, WOULD CONSISTENTLY FUCKING CUNT WIN, BUT SINCE THIS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' MONSTER SATANIC DATE; A LINE IN THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' SAND WAS DRAWN FOREVER; AND THERE IS NO CUNT HUFFING WAY BACK TO WHERE I USED TO LIVE. NOW, I RESIDE IN ETERNAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HELL; AND FOR THIS INFORMATION TO BE SEEN BACK IN 1987, OR HEARD ON A CASSTTE TAPE AT LEAST; HERE IS THE MUSIC PROJECT IN THE UNTITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, THAT YOU NEED TO ACCESS. GO THERE AND TELL THE EXAMINERS YOU WANT TO HEAR IT, AS I KNEW FROM A MILLION BILLION MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' YEARS AGO, THAT ALL OF THIS SHIT WAS ALL GOING TO 'FUCKIGN' GO DOWN, AND THAT I WAS TOTALLY 100% POWERLESS TO ONE TINY THING ABOUT, IT OR STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOUNDS LIKE YOUR IDEA OF HELL THERE, MISTER JORDY ERTERPRISE-TREK, OR MINE; OR ONE OF OURS, MY GOOD FRIEND? MY BEST TO NIKKI SARJENKA COX. WOW DID SHE BECOME A HOTTY CUBED! You see, that was then, and this is now; and now I have something too powerful to let me keep on living; right Mister future President? Folks, he will make this nation powerful all right, but that is only going to be good for those here with power. All the rest of us, if he doesn't like us, well, it's gonna' be fucking curtains for any of us little one percenters. So vote any way that you want to; and see you in the cemetery. I never said the man was dishonest or not a fantastic American. Why shouldn't he be? America has blessed the fucking bastard from heredahelda and back, BRAHHHH???????

No blog in this universe that is just a fucking cunt balloon hoax, could be this accurate and this powerful, and we all know this to be true. All the things herein fit together in ways that you all know well, that a thousand Al Einstein's could not do this as a hoax. It is so powerful, that rapped up in this, is the total answer as to why the gun problem in America is not only real and here on top of us, but is only going to push larger dominoes into larger ones, and very soon, this entire world is going to be in very serious grave deadly danger. I spoke in the nineties about not worrying about foreign terrorism, and some who knew me thought, right sure yeah, some fucking prophet. YEAH? President Obama knows I am for real and made a great speech a short while back about comparing all of the local non-1986-mountain minor crazy's causing way more harm than all this foreign shit, I believe he said a couple of thousand verses tens of thousands now. But all this shit is rapped up in powerful secrets that this decade long blog project now, has talked about. If someone is ever smart enough to decode it; may GODDESS and Patty Fascitar Hollister bless you, friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS WRITING TERMINATES, kind Sheriff KJM.