CHAPTER 084, HIFISAF

THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . HIFISAF----------------------------CHAPTER 084 MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. Morianity Bible For Millenium Three: Morianity Foundation The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES. © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015, BOM So just why has TWB turned against me, when all I ever do is sing their praises? It seems all the cams I post up, they are disabling, such as Jupiter, and now the ES school in Port Saint Lucie. Maybe I should not be so dam paranoid, but tell me folks, if you were in my shoes, would you really be thinking all that differently than I am, YO YO YO???????????????????????
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Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . Look, I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I'll be the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that! AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO CLICK ONTO NOTES TO MYSELF, PAGE 2, AND NOTES TO MYSELF, FOR OTHER MATERIAL. What do you think of this story? Click here for comments or suggestions. Why I brought up Steve from 1974 is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk offs out in this world think they have so much all figured out and don't know fucking beer from a can of stale fucking beans. Even why I talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. Even down to who it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring this data to me, cosmically speaking, is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir! We'll leave things right there since he is busy at the moment finding his pathway to catapult himself into becoming the most powerful man on Earth. WEEEEEEEE! Hey, in much of localized surrounding parallel parts of the hyperspace, we all know there are two of them, one 'R' and one 'D' that get in, one over here, one over there, and so forth. Towel seepage and hyperspace equation is way too complicated to even think of tackling enough right now, so as to be able to properly or accurately use, for making any 100% predictions beyond those great two peeps. And personally, I couldn't care less, Oranthal Medical Center J.S. Of 1970! There's a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it, there's a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on WAYV, not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO peeps! I also don't mother fuckiGN want to hear jerk off dirt ball Morty-Mortino the Death Angel on my left side, at two minutes past dam ass midnight! Just what did I ever do to any of these slobs, kind Sheriff sir, that I deserve all of this 1981 Pandora's Box Treatment, fully opened with all River-Snakes of Krassleville spewing out all over the place, and not racing up Mister Krassle's escalator of life???????? Pay the cable TV their rightful share, all you music celebs; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. OH GEEEEE-WILIGARS; the mighty Doctor Harold Camping said it all; OH MY. You and I don't fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey Krassle with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam, heck means hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz and gee willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge and freak and fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so forth. What; you seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty GODDESS Jehovah? Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, anda dozen or so “Oh MY'S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2006-2015, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. (BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN © MARK WAYNE MOHR [ 26 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204016 1980 [ 27 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Same title. PAu003037983 2005 [ 28 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Thanx to the shadows. PAu002237985 1997 [ 29 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- You'll Be Crossing Over. Pau—stolen form 2013 THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! These bastards across from me have started with the in and out fucking doors, ever since I have been on my computer today. It was all quiet until then, ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My life is one big fat ass fucking hell. My beautiful lightning was all over me tonight or last night, from an hour shy of dusk, straight through until after eleven. She was beyond colorful and dazzling, with ribbon spider inter-cloud bolts, cloud-2-ground bolts (CG), and zillions of spectacular displays of her unfathomable beauty. Diana my endless love, I will be making passionate love to you in your Great-Forest just outside of Olympia Proper, ALL NIGHT LONG, by my waking/sleeping point of reference. Out in purg, it is just interaction and none of them are tied to each other in any space-time continuum's or any other bothersome annoying waking breathing world junk, while I'm trapped here in physical body matter worlds. W---O---W!!! W---O---W!!! W---O---W!!! W---O---W!!! W---O---W!!! What really is going on if you know so fucking much, Mister Atheist Dennis Snyder, YO???? “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you “I am going to get some lolly pops”. This is all they needed to hear. How they hear, who they actually are, why they do this and have been for 30 years now, sorry, I have no absolute answers for any of you MARK WAYNE SICKO FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, GET DOWN FROM DREAMLAND AND LAND THAT THING OVER AT ORMOND BEACH, FL-USA, AT ESTELLE BASSLER'S RESIDENCE, OF 1997. I thought some nasty computer hacking was the extent of my problems a short while ago. How rapidly us frail mother fucking stupid weak minded human beings we all really are when it comes right down to the nitty gritty non-Linda Ronstadt early rock band after her ponies all got stoned, and who can blame them, as if I were the type to do likewise,I'd be flying way higher than the prettiest kite in the sky right now; kind Sheriff Mascara, and kind A.G. Pam Bondi; only I am not that type of a person. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Well my kind Law-Friends; please try and help me, as my enemies love to really pick on me now on Friday's; but I also notice they pick on me a lot on Patriot-Days, such as nine eleven; and yes, all new kids in town; ''HERE WE GO AGIAN'', YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, ALL KIDS, OLD, NEW, OR RAW (Robert Andrews Whatever)! A wonderful place to shop, and be with a very special blond teen queen. Thank you for seeing me that day over there, Diana my endless love. 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'' 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. Donna & Angela @ Central Park. SEPTEMBER 12, 2015, SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:57, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE 90 DEGREES FNHT. HUMIDITY IS 59%, IT FEELS LIKE 100 DEGREES. RANGE TODAY-------(H-90/L-75). WIND IS WSW AT 12, GUSTING TO 17. Chains of golden hair and leather? 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. This was not the shit the enemies did not like me blogging about however, none of that mattered all that much to them. What they did not like always takes place before major attacks, and it is quite simple to look it up on old blogs and read it all for myself, YO. 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. www.wired.com {"id":"Z1Br7u9UDL3uVM:","ml":{"0":{"bh":160,"bw":184,"o":0}},"oh":2848,"os":"1KB","ou":"http://www.wired.com/wp-content/uploads/images_blogs/dangerroom/2012/08/110930-N-SM578-062.jpg","ow":4288,"pt":"www.wired.com/wp-content/uploads/images_blogs/dang...","rh":"wired.com","ru":"http://www.wired.com/2012/08/future-warfare/","s":"","th":160,"tu":"https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q\u003dtbn:ANd9GcRnmkGRL1pmFFJBVCTTuKmCSxSA846wRXgMPMsaMvZI_t_Dwuovq1L9-uwRCQ","tw":241} Biological warfare (BW)—also known as germ warfare—is the use of biological toxins or infectious agents such as bacteria, viruses, and fungi with the intent to kill or incapacitate humans, animals or plants as an act of war. They can even live with this, since they are the ones gasing me to death and not the other way around, lads an dlassies.
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What they do not like however, is when I start telling things about my daughter's family, or my cousin Donald and his distant relations, and things that can really upset apple-carts all over the streets of many many towns. Oh well, HWGA All kids in all towns, and all streets!!!!!!!!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER R.H. MACY.

AND TO THINK THEY PLANTED ALL THAT STUFF ALL THOSE DECADES AGO, JUST FOR ME TO GO AND FIND, UP IN THAT RPL-ATTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also hate permission barriers, lab technicians, and the King family being talked about by me so dam often, uh-oh! Am I really 'Santey-Claus', Your Honor, or do you just own 'thee biggest' department store in NYC; Mister 34^th Street?

3+4/3x4 and the two functions of mathematics equals Mister Orwell. But it also owns other shit like conspiracies to make people ill for decades, and horrible dam highway houses that connect up through late in 2010 and down here in Fort Pierce, FL-USA, at 25^th & Orange. But that can all wait for heaven, or maybe in my case, said better; HELL!!!!!!!!!

I may spend the rest of the day redoing a blog that has been fucked with by the Milituforce. This was a forty page blog that has vanished somehow, and I may have to do another one. Let me see what happens when I post up, as sometimes, it is not visual on my docks pages and yet it shows up at the blog post sites. If it has been hacked, then I will do it all over again, only even better.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.