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I
took a major siege at around fucking four this afternoon, shortly
after posting up the prior blog, oh mighty and great Sheriff K.J.
Mascara, kind wonderful sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
my dirt bag nabes from hell across from me in the non-games (James)
apartment began slamming their door over and over for no good reason,
and then came a bunch of bill collector harassers on th edam ass
telephone, on mother fucking LABOR DAY, ''GET THAT''!!!!
Holey
Moley Molly Ringworm scratchers of all great meals of the day, and
ruined ones; huh papa and daut; and they say life is not all
connected in powerful dotted ways, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Mizz
King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Don't get me started Mizz Eckert and Murray
Death-House 'Transdimensionalite', AKA member of the
Peeforey!!!!!!!!!!! Like WOW this, R.H.M.!!!!
The
only way to mother fuckiGN explain why these sieges on me, ever since
mother fucking 08-15-1986, kind Sheriff sir; come
out of nowhere in a sudden burst, lasting hours or day s or
weeks, and then vanish in similar
manner, like Potter-Poof Harry-Magic; can only be explained by
stuff that is dick licking discussed seriously, far out and super
hyper bizarre as it sounds; in the one and only fucking
'MORIANITY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning
was all over me as she was a few days ago last week, making dazzling
spectacles of color and awesome arrays of CG-bolts, just for her
special little boy, me. IWALU Diana, and thank you times 555
quintillion vigintillion googalplex, my baby-blond
lover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you might also like
CHAPTER
074, HIFISAF,
AND
OTHER CHAPTERS!!!!!!!!!!!,
AND
THAT IS WHAT YOU HAVE JUST READ, KIND FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I
am getting real sick and fucking tired of being picked on by these
mother fucking Milituforce bullies; miserable rotten world!!!! These
crumbs up in Atlantic fuckiGN City, repaid my friend Mizz Starr in
1998, with their friends in their Trenton station, starting up
rumors that she was a lezz. Now in today's world this is all
perfectly acceptable, only she was not one. She was all woman, and I
can testify to that, and no; we didn't, but she was all woman, you
fuckiGN crumbs up there at WAYV. Your Trenton sister station friends
and and all their club friends, and you bastards, all ripped my off
song, Ain't Got No Money, and the entire fuckiGN music bizz knows
this, even thought hat rotten bum I wrote to in the BMI back early in
the century, totally ignored and snubbed me. Fuck you criminal
bastards, they all should be locked up in prison, SHERIFF MASCARA,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
it is Labor Day, and my phone persecution is one after another like
nothing ever before; kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to
be needing your protection, as this is going to get very mother
fucking bad, sir!!!!!!!!!!
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Sheriff
sir; without me to hurt, rob, rape, rip off, and stab in the front
and the back 24-7-365.2422, they would all go into that good sweet
night in no time at all; dying from sheer unadulterated mother
fuckiGN boredom, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Sheriff,
they are illegally monitoring me with a keystroke virus worm in my
computer, up at their rotten Paula King owned station, as when I
first copy/pasted the WAYV shit in off the internet search; it showed
the 102 something frequency and the Trenton sister station, and they
have managed to remove this, as if they knew I was going to update
things on a next-blog, which is this one. This is what I've been
dealing with with my rotten mother fucking daughter's family and
friends ever since the sixties, kind Sheriff Mascara, and there is no
beating them or ever exposing these demons from fucking cunt eating
hell, sir. Also,not symbolist, the hack kicked in a blog or so back,
and it needed to read Paula King the
somnambulist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will never ever be able to
escape Trump, my kid, or any of these monsters from god dam hell,
kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AIN'T
MY LIFE, TO QUOTE MY OLD DEAD PAL, MISTER DAVID CHARLES ROTH, ''GRAND
AND SWIFT''????????????????????
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TRANSMISSION.
As
the dude said to me in July of 1970, at the Public Bus Terminal of
Atlantic City; when three absolutely lovely females, of about this
same age, all exited a bus, while we were waiting to board, “Hey,
which one do you like the most?” My answer to him, and you
hopefully can see why, from the photo above, was along the lines of,
''How can you possibly expect me to pick one;
but I'll sure as shit take all three-ofem, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''
Did
you know that just my thinking a thought like this, if I never had
done one other thing that the Almighty SSJKK considers to be a sin, I
still would be guilty of breaking the entire law of the
Ten-Commandments? This is true, ask the Pope, or any really great
religious leader who is well biblically versed, or anyone with a
doctorate degree in Theology. So why is just one tiny little thing
enough to send us to hell with eternal fire and brimstone, you may be
wondering? I could someday reveal a few huge secrets from the
Almighty's side of the great fences that always have come between us
over the past 13,000 years or so, that might just clear this all up
for the population of this planet. Maybe someday if still alive and I
feel like doing it, I will go onto tell this in mahjor vividly
colored detail, along with NBC's great Peacock, and other tri-tones!
Morty
Mortino the Death-Android (angel) is extremely annoying recently,
again. Today especially, he is buzzing in my ears over and over, and
this is a royal mother fucking pain in my dam ass at C-SQ!
When
my fatal heart attack took me out of my car over at Cifaloglio, on 26
December of 2006, this was only eight days after my car that was
destroyed in Atlantic City, again, by fucking dirt ball Robert
McGuire; and things were extremely stressful for me, but I was
retraced. I am not legally permitted to explain the details of DDLTT
or Distance Delay Laser Trace Technology. It won't be used for more
than 25 decades yet in this part of hyperspace, so it would kind of
screw up things if I made that much hyperspace towel seepage. So to
keep things quick and real regarding my late December-oh-six
nightmares, things were bad, and I was under extreme ultra fucking
assault by MILITUFORCE powers, AKA HALL'S DAM FAWCES!!!!!!!!! Let me
start with anything, and the world jumps to my pounding drums,
happens every time; and all of you who are following me, for any
length of time; know how powerfully real this all is; unless you live
in a cave, and do nothing but read the BOM, and that would be sort of
ultimately silly IMHO.
SEPTEMBER
7, 2015,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 70%, IT FEELS LIKE 97 DEGREES.
RANGE
TODAY----------(H-89/L-73).
WIND
IS ESE AND STEADY AT 11.
What
a dam mess that was. Reminds me of my dam life, kind folks!
Now
what is cuter than this, unless, to quote the GAP whoever she really
was, DMK, someone is ''totally
soulless''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
think these last two POPE'S are great men. Great men of men, as well
as men of 'GOD'. The great Holy Father before our current H.F. Made
it a point to check out the wonderful home owned by Honorable Frank
Raso of Berryville, Hammonton, NJ-USA-ESMWG, back in the autumn of
2008, and then afterwards, went onto proclaim some wild things. We
all know there is no denying 2008, but go ahead; do what make
all of you feel nice and warm and cozy all over. Maybe Dawn will
share her big teddy bear with you'alls as well, that she kept on her
bed; a full man sized Mister Frogie.
Dave
Roth used to say to me countless times during our friendship before
he departed this veil of tears early in March of 2002, “There are
more horses asses, than there are horses”. I never doubted him on
that for a second, New York City time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
27 December of 2013; this following group of words were written onto
a blog. After this and a few other things spoken by me, they all got
together, the billionaires and the entertainment mind controllers and
all of them, and said, ''Let's cut off his medication and kill him
once and for all''. Steve never told me this, but then, I don't think
any of us feel that he needed to say it. Things get said so often,
without saying a dam word, am I right? Here are those words:
When
my fatal heart attack took me out of my car over at Cifaloglio, on 26
December of 2006, this was only eight days after my car that was
destroyed in Atlantic City, again, by fucking dirt ball Robert
McGuire; and things were extremely stressful for me, but I was
retraced. I am not legally permitted to explain the details of DDLTT
or Distance Delay Laser Trace Technology. It won't be used for more
than 25 decades yet in this part of hyperspace, so it would kind of
screw up things if I made that much hyperspace towel seepage. So to
keep things quick and real regarding my late December-oh-six
nightmares, things were bad, and I was under extreme ultra fucking
assault by MILITUFORCE powers, AKA HALL'S DAM
FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me start with anything, and
the world jumps to my pounding drums, happens every time, and all of
you who are following me, for any length of time; know how powerfully
real this all is; unless you live in a cave, and do nothing but read
the BOM, and that would be sort of ultimately silly IMHO.
JANE
FUCKING WHORESHIT NOTFONDAU, JUST FUCKING NAILED ME, WITH 'PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN', AND HAS BEEN ON A MAJOR FUCKING ROLL RECENTLY, TO
HIT ME WITH HER NASTY-ASS ONES CONSTANTLY; THAT BASTARD BITCH. I WILL
NOW FUCKING CUNT COMPENSATE WITH MY GODDESS DAM
FIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
there I am on the wee early morning non-TV hours of the day after
2006's Christmas, at my job site, Cifaloglio; and that loud machine
kicked in, and made me jump a mile. My heart had been giving me
trouble and was in a nasty irregular rhythm for a few days, and this
caused me to get a fatal coronary thrombosis. I left my body and went
out beyond my automobile, and looked back in it to see my body
sitting behind the wheel, dead to the world, literally. I then began
to notice things, even though it was night time, seemed to have a
glowing brilliance to them and I had no glasses on my face yet saw
with super visual clarity. I walked ten yards into the transfer
station and what I called the trash-warehouse, and noticed that a
white sports car had driven in and was parked there, and inside of
it, the most beautiful goddess that I ever saw in my life. It was
Sarah Krassle. She told me to go over to the other side of this
place, as it is warm over there. I was laughing to myself, as how can
it be warmer or colder in merely a different area of the same large
room on a cold winter night, I;m thinking to myself, and I challenged
her and we began discussing it. She said that she told some fishermen
a long time ago, to throw their fishing nets on the opposite side of
the boat and they were laughing, but obeyed, and caught an abundance
of fish. She eventually convinced me to go over there, and I slowly
did, maintaining my gaze of her and her car, and thinking she has no
bizz in here on this property but I hope she never leaves. I was
madly in love. Her beauty can be so far beyond humanly awesome,
after-all, she has unlimited energy to work with being an almighty
Goddess, the great Jehovah, and dividing the incredible energy by the
speed of light squared produced her physicality or material self, you
all know the formula but few know it in reverse, M=E divided by C-SQ.
As soon as I obeyed her, the entire winter turned into a middle
spring evening, of the following year, and it was early in May of
2007, and suddenly it was around just shy of eight in the evening,
and the sun was low in the sky and setting, and the skies were
bright, and it was warm, and I found myself in daylight savings time,
nearly half a year in the future, only nobody could see or hear me. I
realized that a bunch of people were standing out where my car should
be only it wasn't there, and they were all talking about the
Philadelphia hockey game the night before and how the Flyers Ice
Hockey Team had lost and all the stuff that went wrong in the game.
Suddenly I remember one of them walking over to me and telling me
that he could see me and talk to me, that he was my guide as humans
would call it, and that I had died and was only now my astral-essence
or as occult practitioners might call it, astral-body. He said. After
handing me two lovely flowers in a small vase, that I needed to take
them to a lady, and that only Frank Callio knew who she was, and to
go to one of his favorite spots to speak to him, which was the
McDonald's place on the Black Horse Pike right near the Atlantic City
Ball-field and the Badder Airfield. I had never been there at that
time, and later went a lot to this place with Ann and Dawn who back
then, I didn't even know yet. I did not know how Frank Callio could
speak to me, he was alive and not a 'spirit-guide'. Well, it wasn't
until I came to sunny paradise Florida, that I came to learn that
just a few months back from this DEATH EXPERIENCE, not NDE, as I
totally died and was re-traced; but yes, I learned only years after
all of this, that Frank Callio had passed beyond this veil of tears
earlier that year in 2006. Sounds like shit right out of 'Ghost
Whisperer', but then; so does me talking to dead kids, in Quakertown
Parks, back in the beginning of the fucking nineteen-sixties.
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fucking Milituforce fucked up my internet, Sheriff K.J. Mascara sir,
and also caused me to get a nasty sore throat, so I did not end the
blog where I planned to, but am adding in a few other tid bits of
information, for my viewers, kind sir, YO.
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This
is why I write music, copyright it, and use the dam fucking Copyright
Office as a time capsule, in hopes of future vindication for my
nightmare death siege, starting on 8-15-1986, kind Sheriff
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Read
topics like this, my friend, SHF. KJM:
I
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KIND FOLKS, I AM UNABLE TO GO ONE DAY ON THE COMPUTER WITHOUT
FREEZES,CRASHES, AND HACKS. AS I SAID, I TOLD YOU ALL WHAT MY
COUNSELOR SAID, THESE PEOPLE ALL BELONG PUT AWAY BEHIND PRISON MOTHER
FUCKING BARS FOR DECADES. BUT IS THAT ALL WHO BELONG THERE, JUST THE
COMPUTER HACKERS? I THINK ALL BULLIES, INTIMIDATORS, AND EVIL PEOPLE
WHO WANT TO HARM INNOCENT BLOOD; BELONG EITHER THERE, OR IN THE
'FUCKIGN' BUZZ-CHAIR, OR WITH A POISON FUCKING NEEDLE IN THEIR
ARM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD LOVE TO BE A STATE SANCTIONED
EXECUTIONER. I COULD DO THIS AND SLEEP LIKE A BABY; BECAUSE JEHOVAH
SAYS THAT ALL THOSE WHO BRING HARM TO OTHERS
THAT ARE INNOCENT;
THE THEIVES,
MURDERERS,
BULLIES,
ALL OF THEM; SHOULD FORFEIT THEIR
LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LIGHTNING
HAS COME OVER TO VISIT WITH ME, AND YES 'TWB'; I SEE YOUR WEATHER
ALERT. SHE IS HERE TO PROTECT HER BOY FROM VICIOUS PERSECUTORS; YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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you might also like
CHAPTER
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AND
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YOU
HAVE REALLY BEEN WONDERFUL TO ME, BABY-BLOND T.Q.
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HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 073
Boy
oh boy, am I getting sick and fucking tired of computer hackers
screwing the fucking shit with me just about every cunt lapping time
that I get up here on my legally paid for Walmart mother fucking
compuker! This is beyond getting old, it is pure mother fucking
illegal harassment, and I am going to be discussing this. First off,
I wasn't even going to do a dam blog, merely check the weather and
take a look at some personal files and close down, but as soon as I
had my usual apps and shit loading up after boot up, the TWB-APP
froze up on me and I could not work anything, and had to manually
shut off and reboot up and all of that happy crap, Sheriff Mascara,
and FBI, and AG, FCC, and ACLU, etcetera and etcetera and dam ass
etcetera, YO! My asshole nabes banged on my door again while I was
trying to enjoy a movie on TV. I did not answer it. I know that I am
not expecting any legitimate person, and since it is a holiday, I
knew it was just either annoyance bullshit or some innocent buttwipe
looking for an apartment and mine was not what they were looking for,
so unless the knocking persists, I don't answer. Soon, I am going to
put a ''MOHR RESIDENCE'' up on my
door, and if I'm told I cannot, then I will ask why both my other
nabes are allowed their little things on their doors, not that will
get me a fair deal in this world, as for 61 years now, it has not,
but on I'll go endlessly trying. My spell checker has been disabled,
so I am going to boot off an don and see if that helps. Sheriff, this
hacking is highly illegal. Harassment is against the law,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am back, and this repaired the hacking, Sheriff
K.J. Mascara of Saint Lucie County here in Florida-USA, thank you
very much sir!!!!!!!
When
I was speaking to my counselor up at the psych-place in Vero Beach
when this all started, Sheriff sir, there were two topics that I
found myself discussing for a short while, with her, we'll call her
Mary-Sue for sake of anonymity, sir. So first, I told discussed with
her, my repressed memory, and how it surfaced in a wild and vivid
dream, upon my coming home from work at Cifaloglio, and going to
sleep for a short while, before a quick turn-around shift that I did
on Sunday's, 12-8, and then right back for the 4-12. But Mary-Sue and
I also got talking on my problems and how I am trying to manage and
cope, with COMPUTER-HACKERS! She
said an interesting thing that I'll bet you too will be interested in
if I share it with you, so I will. She is an educated professional
and has a lot of great ideas to offer. But on this particular day,
she told me that in her opinion, and she said she is no expert in the
field, and just tries to keep up on general topics that effect
society, and she went onto conclude how the technology is way ahead
of the law, as far as internet, computers, hacking, and along those
lines. She is very right, and I too have heard such things discussed
on intelligent-television, such as channels like CNN, and other
things requiring a little upstairs-gray-matter; for watching
enjoyment; as opposed to so much senseless junk and mindless
violence, etcetera, that clogs up the greatest percentage of a
television audience. Right now, Sheriff sir, Law Enforcement has
nothing to do with this, because as you an dI know perfectly well,
you guys and gals are not supposed to even have law related opinions,
and are there to enforce the laws, not write bills into legislation,
that become th elaws of our great land. So really sir, this is for
your friiends that you may have in any capacity as legislaters. WE
NEED BETTER CRIME LAWS REGARDING COMPUTER HACKERS AND HACKING. I base
this on the knowledge that I have obtained recently regarding this,
in just about 100% of this USA. Remember, computers and the net, are
like automobiles and driving. They no longer
are a luxury, but basically, a total dam necessity. So when
people keep hacking people over and over, and it really effects their
lives; since we need to use this dam tool on a
daily basis to survive; then this is not one bit fair not to
have those who harm our way of lives in this new-age-manner,
PROSECUTED WAY MORE HARSHLY, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The law changes, the law evolves,
and we all know this. But I needed to put my little spin on this
situation for the record, today, kind sir, and so I did.
ENDLESSLY;
I AM GOOD OLD UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK WAYNE MOHR, SO IT SEEMS. AM I
RIGHT, OR AM I WRONG; TAXI DRIVER DISCOVERER, MIZZ KAREN GRASSI?
Hey
there, BILLY AND SALLY, YO; “THAT'S SAYIN' SOMETHING”. I won't
lie and say I have not been given my share of good advice from the
rock stars of the world, because I am not a ''fucking liar'',
Captain 1981 Crawford, sir. Billy's
advice to me about staying to myself, was pitch fucking ass perfect,
100% of the cent, speaking of vocalists such as him and a slew
of others along my great lengthy pathway through STM!
Before
I do take us down to Forbidden Lane and Spellout Avenues of 1984 and
other times throughout STM-HS, ''PERMIT
ME'' UNCLE HEINZ GOTTWALD,
of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, great mighty sir; to
finish the blog from yesterday, that I was going to do; but suddenly
became just too sleepy to continue, and brought things to a temporary
close. Some may wonder why my title was about contrasts, and I need
not be real long with this. But before I do get to it, I must insist
on saying this. I have gone from November of 2013 up to September
2015. Well, by your illusion I have. No one really goes anywhere,
ever, just as Ling-Eck Master Mister H. Klemp, puts it so well in one
of his discourses to new chela's,
you know, like the China-Monks refer to Mister Quy Chang Kane, on the
old Kung-Fu TV show, as ''Grasshopper''.
Bob
McDowell, Johnny Fucker Faster-1972, old school chum, and now ruler
of the Federal
Communications Commission,
or once ruler of the great powerful FCC,
since this is 6 September of 2015 and not 21 November of 2013;
do
you remember that time you kicked my ass in that arm wrestle, up near
the gate right on the highway there? It was late in another November,
only that one was called 1972. Underneath the areas just inside of
that gate, is something that controls why my entire life is all
screwed up, old buddy. But not just a cut and dried reason as I have
come to learn. Peeforey populations make that a whole lot more
complicated than just saying that something is happening, without
properly defining al of the necessary parameters. We can get into all
of this at later times, Mister James Maverick Loosetooth Rockford,
kind sir!!!! Yes I totally fucked up the last blog, and made a typo,
and James came out games, sorry about that, for those wondering, just
sayin' YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
21, 2013,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 12:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
Let
us bring us back to the future, Mister Fox, or at least the present,
or maybe said even better, 'WHATEVER-RAW'.
SEPTEMBER
6, 2015,
EARLY
SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 88 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-90/L-73).
HUMIDITY
IS 63%, FEELING LIKE 97.
A
really great place to shop, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank
you lovely Diana for not only coming right to me over there a few
months back, lovely baby-blond, but also for coming around back on
Friday. You were amazing, and I love you beyond any words,
teen-queen!!!!!!!!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a
magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret
of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know,
that SHE'LL get me for this. Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
YOU
MISSED ME, MISS BITCHONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.
CHAPTER
72, HIFISAF
Well
sir, here is something that if you would do this; you
would be more than utterly amazed at what you would find.
All you need to do to see that my claims are real and honest and
true, and not the product of mental illness on my part, is to contact
another New Jersey prosecutor's office, the Atlantic County Office of
the Prosecutor. Tell them that you wish to have them make you a copy
of the morianity-foundation website disc that was confiscated by the
Parole Officer of a man on the Jersey Sex Offender List, Mister
Edward Lynch, last known address on Georgia Avenue, in Atlantic City,
about three years or so ago; according to internet search records.
All I want you to do if you can obtain this CD-web-site-copy, is to
load it into one of your computers, and go to the section,
'slide-show'. Here you will see many things, but the one thing that
stands out like a thousand wildest syfy Twilight and Tween Zones all
combined, was taking place in the autumn of 2006 on Tennessee Avenue
Avenue, in Atlantic City, right outside Robert McGuire's hotel/bar on
the south side of the street opposite the Super-8 Hotel, that used to
be the TRINIDAD (TRINITY) Hotel back when this nightmare all began
around me in the middle nineteen-sixties, kind great
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you get this far, here is where you literally
are going to just have to start taking me more seriously, great
wonderful, Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir. Bob McGuire is suddenly seen
right outside the front seat passenger side window of my vehicle,
where Ed Lynch, the website designer was siting and studying a camera
that he was about to take some perfectly legal photos of on public
property while we parked totally legally on the side of the street,
near his hotel/bar, but not in any way on his property, or
obstructing his driveway into a parking lot, in any way. Suddenly he
appears at the window of the vehicle, and the photo shows this, kind
Sheriff sir. Yet all the while, I was sitting perfectly awake and in
sound and attentive mind in the drivers side of the vehicle, and
neither Ed, nor I, ever saw him there, yet THE DAM PHOTO SHOWS HIM
THERE, and either pointing a gun at us, or clenching a fist. I
personally do not think this is a rational physical world event, and
it cannot be logically and rationally explained away. Maybe the great
Lionsgate near Haddonfield High wants to do another movie about all
of this, some day, huh great sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
major fucking freeze up on my machine for no Earthly reason just
occurred at 36 minutes past five on this Saturday evening, and
shortly after another fire alarm got deactivated by Engine-15 of your
great county here in Florida-USA, kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara. The
mighty deadly symbolist Peekay (Paula King) is at work from her
almighty-Tween-Zone, as usual!!!!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
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I
will tell you another big pet peeve of mine; oh great Sheriff, sir.
The lady who is supposed to be with CRIME-STOPPERS, who cleaned my
apartment for 50 bucks last October, is a lifer here in this
building, a very good friend of enemy Games across from me, also a
lifer here, and they are very good friends. She went into his
apartment ten times the day she was supposedly cleaning for me, and
was totally ripping me off. I can understand her taking and selling
my blood pressure meds, taking my canned food goods, and many other
things that were small and not nailed down, but
why did she go into a manila envelope where I keep my music file
since moving here to Florida, and remove my U.S. Copyright
Certificate, from that project that I did and is shown pasted in
above?
Why did she want to take that so badly, why, Sheriff Mascara, WHY????
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BLOGGER
WEB-SITE ASKS THE MOUNTAINPEN:
When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
MOUNTAINPEN
RESPONDS WITH:
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
Maybe
we are the two who are so totally ''perfect together''; Mister Ridge,
and Mister Kean!!!!
In
any event, telling reality and non-reality apart, is getting more and
more difficult for all of us in the human race to do, anymore,
especially recently. Why, you wonder? Well, this is the topic I will
be getting into for a while on upcoming blogging texts, great people!
Still, what would my old coworker and ex-pal, Mister Snyder do, if he
could not keep saying his famous quotation to me over and over again,
“That's just reality, son”?
When
we fall asleep, and dream into the hyperspace; we must now
start to examine the possibility, that this universe where we appear
awake in an illusion of reality, as well as the ones where we have
dreaming-doubles (doppelgangers); shares
the magical ingredient in addition to all of this, called, the
TWEEN-ZONE. In super simple English and totally said as
parochially as humanly possible; all of the created universes begin
to commingle tofgether in two ways, first by all of us Astral-World
dream-downers, and second, by the actual literal creations as if they
are the creators of a wild videogame, the Peeforey. This is a newly
made up word by me and my Morianity. It simply is a quick way of
saying PHASE-4-ENTITY, singular or plural. Also, I
can feel a nice warm cozy feeling, deep inside; thinking of my
wonderful daughter PEE; each time I may come to write this
newly made up word, in future blogging texts.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Voicemail;
what would we all do without things like this; Mister Sidney
Earphonejack Cohencrown Jewshame of 1969?????????
No,
not all of us live for millions and billions and trillions; Mister
D.J. Trump; oh great marvelous distant CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say.
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day.
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away.
As
I said Sheriff, why was this copyright form stolen out of that
envelope? Nothing else in my music file was removed by that horrible
mother fuckiGN witch thief. So who paid her, and why, kind sir?
All
the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands
on the planet, are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON
THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead and rationally tell me that
my story is all a bunch of whooey, just go ahead, if you really
honestly can, kind Sheriff. Guess what, the ADA
up in Camden County, Mister Wirtz COULDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
I
don't know how many times I technically made her sing that in the
song over at Tony BonJovi's place, Sheriff sir; BUTTTTTTTT, it was
fun. I believe Trump put a stop to my fun as he always does, with one
fucking telephone call. Nice guy, huh? Still sir, a quick question if
I may, kind sir.
If
I could ask you a big favor, to really check out all the stuff of all
my claims, all these years and decades, since you and I were both new
adults, as we are about the same age, kind Sheriff KJM sir, don't you
think you would end up telling me that this is one hell of a powerful
situation, and that I really do deserve to sue a lot of people for
about fifty billion dollars after all the hell they have put me
through. This is no bribe;
so do not take it that way. Business is business, and legitimate fees
for finding things, as well as for detective work, for those with
licenses to carry out such things; are
totally legal the last time I checked. I will share that
50 billion, or whatever it might come to, with you and your family,
and I will gladly put it in writing sir, at your office and with your
own lawyer. Just please sir, before you cross me off 100%, just think
this all over. Hey, if I was not for real, would I do all of this and
risk ending up going to jail for the remaining few years that I have
left to live? Think about that one too, kind Sheriff, sir. Thank you
so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luckily
for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this
incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all
together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing
42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle,
and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off
lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my
struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS
INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ''whatever'', Congressman, before you
were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else
but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of the constant, and
yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word like, not light, but
my deeper mind that was speaking about the constant, spoke through me
and left me to robotically type in the incorrect word on my previous
blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW.
ENDocrinologists;
NO, END OF BLOG!!!!!!!!
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