HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 87
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Waking
up in th emiddle of the night is bad fucking enough with all my
meds taken away that used to allow me a night of good sleep, but
to wake up after nightmares of people in Atlantic City who wiped
out my entire life, that is adding gasoline to the California
fires from fucking hell, kind folks!
John
Schau and his dirt bag seashore pals stole Dave Roth's 100,000
dollar life insurance policy, screwing me out of money woed to me
from that estate, as well as his mother who went onto die just
days after her son Dave died, as a result of panick and a heart
attack, Cuzz Style Judge E-Network Cable-TV Roth.
You
know folks, I awoke a dangerous sleeping fucking giant with my
search to locate the great Sarah Krassle back in the middle
nineteen-nineties. I don't just mean the Almighty Herself, but her
peeps. CNN talks about Trump and his poll ratings and popularity,
and other networks go on an don about viral videos, and they are
either bling, stupid, or intentionally being morons. Can't this
so-called ''free press'' see what is happening when it is as plain
as the nose on anyone's fucking face. It is them that decide the
popularity of all things, it is them who make or bereak all
things, all people, all of it, A-Z. So I ask you all, just how
FREE for all of us in 2015, is this so-called
free-press???????????? It has literally become the new age Hitler
and mafia, all rapped up into one powerful nightmare monster. I
can see them all being just stupid or great cover up queens, but
all of us falling for this? I went on an don trying to tell how I
was stopped literally on th eYOUTUBE. They actually kept trafic
from being able to get to my sites that I tried to post. I now
call this, being anti-trumped. If you don't understand why I do,
yet; give up, go home, and stay stupid, Dick Wolf legs and all!
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2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Miss
Slutbag Fonda screwed me with the time when I awoke and took a sneak
peak at the fucking cunt clock. Let me cunt phlegm rape please,
(compensate).
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Hi
there lovely Diana. Yes I see your lovely lightning flashing outside
at 1:36 AM, on this 30 August, Sunday, of 2015, sweet baby girl!
I
only wish this was 14 September's dam date, kind folks, or unkind,
whatever truly applies!
I
have been told in a way that no one needs to know, that there is no
way for me to escape my soon to follow total fucking doom. Oh well,
after this, no one can hurt me anymore, ever again. So boo hoo hoo,
and wo wiz fucking me! I know no one's heart breaks for fucked up
jerked off asshole monster bad-guy me. WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
Doctor
Mayohold's twin cousin, of Albert Einstein, and ''perfect together'',
as the great ex-Homeland Security Chief, Mister Thomas Kean, would
say so great, back in the eighties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unlike Cuzz Donald;
he grew up, and cut his dam hair!!!!!!!! Also, the FREE-PRESS had
totally different interactions with these two fine outstanding
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE GODS, PLEASE HOLD THAT DAM MAYO.
My
entire life could be reduced to the following:
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
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ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
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ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
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You
just go on hating me all you want to, ugly fucking world. Truth
tellers are always hated and ostracized. My fucking Spell Checker has
been disabled again, Microsucks, how about some fuckiGN repairs to
this new-hack, YO?????????????
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
CHAPTER
087
It
is another hot early September day, here in Fort Pierce, Florida,
USA.
I
am going to have to redo another blog. These fucking cunt hackers are
way beyond illegal and annoying, FBI. Everything I told about
Jonathan Schau, Atlantic City, Dave Roth's 100,000 dollar life
insurance policy, and much more about these murderers, has been
erased somehow.
There
is no drag down past the bottom page when highlighted, so I know it
was hacked, and other shit was hacked also, from Spell-Checker, to
font size, where they pick a word in a paragraph, and enlarge it in
font each time it fuckiGN appears in the text. Real cunt chewing
funny, FBI, YO, real fuckiGN funny.
Cable-TV-show
“Style Court” with Judge Roth, one of Dave's first cousins as the
resemblance is beyond that of most brothers; may not care, but I told
how Dave was murdered, as was his mother, by that bastard friend of
the Atlantic City bunch, Mister Schau. This was of course screwing me
out of money owned to me by the estate as well, and led to the death
of his mother who also was counting on that money, and between the
loss of that and her son David, was too much for this elderly lady,
and she Immediately followed him, straight into her fuckiGN grave.
Just
as these Atlantic City bastards murdered my mother, so was Dave's
mother murdered cleverly, and Dave also of course as well. My mother
was killed when Exploratron and past coworker Patty-Paula
King-Hollister took over my mom's body early one morning, the morning
following Christmas, on 26 December, in 1997. There was no escape
from that hell that was to follow from that day forward, local
police, Sheriff KJM, AG-Pam Bondi, FBI, ACLU, and anyone else who
most likely could fuckiGN cunt lapping care less about me and my
horrible monster nightmare woes!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
other shit I started to say was how the FREE-PRESS is the biggest
illusion in the universe. They talk about Trump being so high in the
polls, and
yet it is them who catapulted him to that lofty position.
Only
the press
can make or break the popularity of all people, and all things.
When I tried to tell my story on blogs for ten years, it is one hack
after another to stop me and shut me up and shut me down. When I
tried to do music videos on Youtube to put the story to music, people
told me it was near impossible to get to the site I was placed on. I
had no views as a result. They make videos go viral, and they promote
those they decide are ''trending'' according to their ideas each and
every day and week and month and year. Itr is totally 100% fixed and
mobbed up,. Every bit as a Russian or an Italian mob in business ever
could be. It is a free press all right. Those who own it are FREE
to kill all of the people they wish to kill,
and push and promote the stuff that fits the mold they they decide is
the mold.
They made Trump, and they could take Trump down, but these things are
well kept secrets. So well kept, that I dare not add in all the
things I want to, or again, the blog may vanish onto HACKLAND, a very
unpleasant place for us poor hard working bloggers who get nothing at
all out of their work other than the hope that some real person
eventually will read something, and some of their monster evil will
be a little bit more fuckiGN exposed!!!!!!!!
That
little Atlantic City mafia,
is nothing to sneeze at either!!!! It has the transportation
works,
the water
works,
the top
40 top power rated area radio station,
a large
press outlet,
a whole bunch of powerful
Atlantic County attorney partnerships,
gigantic
real estate holdings;
and here is the biggest secret of all. They
are way bigger than Donald J. Trump;
and they keep their names out of the limelight all that they can.
Real absolute power is smart enough to stay buried and hidden, and
back in the days of Trumps pappy; this was known as Quiet-$.
Today's ignorant 'novo-riche' peeps call it old-$.
Quiet money beats noisy money 20-1 hands down all fifty eight days of
any week!
Yes
many blogs back I tried to explain what a viral video truly is, but
no one listens, or no one reading this is not one of them, so I am
just wasting my fuckiGN cunt time in that event. If you are not
pushed and promoted and you are not doing what their agendas want at
that moment in time, and with me that is between never and minus
never; then forget getting a single view. This is a free press? Well,
fine; I suppose my idea of free can vary from yours. I on the other
hand still do believe in honesty and integrity and keeping ideas
flowing free. They merely pay phony fuckiGN lip service to this, and
no one more than me, knows just how fuckiGN true that
is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
I know you don't give a shit about me and my life and my problems,
and that is just fine, sir. But I am going to tell you that I am
under a nasty computer hack attack trying to type out this message,
as they do not like it at all, and gee sir, I really really wonder
why, sir????????????????
Sheriff
sir; My life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
MY
MY MY; what a merry life I am having, Mizz P. Gloucester
Hollister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
I mother fucking forgot to tell is THISSSSSSSSSSSSS, MIZZ SUSAN ERICA
KANE LUCCI-83-SNAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went to open up my cunt chewing fucking fridge in the morning around
6 or so, to get a drink of water; and something that I put into it
earlier, came spilling out, all over the fucking floor, and I had to
clean it all up, and could not get back to sleep after that mother
fucking nasty ass ordeal, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These
things all occur because of what Morianity and Mountainpen calls,
being given bad-magnetics,
BY
PERSECUTING ENEMIES,
YEAR IN AND YEAR 'FUCKIGN' CUNT OUT, FOR 30 FUCKING DICK LICKING
YEARS, YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
Very
fucking shortly, I am going to tell some brand new powerful shit.
SHARK-SHARK-SHARK Aunt Ruthgloucester Housemaids!!!!
A
moron with a fucking intelligence quotient of half a buck or so,
knows why things are covered up. Funny, because the UFO scare is all
tied into this, and no one puts any of the two and twos together.
People the world over have tried to get to the bottom of the UFO
situation for decades and decades. The same thing around me is around
that. It
has nothing to do with outer fuckiGN space, aliens, and saucer ships,
and that much I can tell you safely; not one thing. There is a true
cover up, and the same people that scream that it is happening to
them, go right out and do this very same thing to others, such as me.
It
is an intelligent virus-game,
and that is all it is. And how do I know this? Simple folks. The
first thing in late 1996, that SSJKK said to me,
when I was trying so hard for months and months, to make direct
contact with her, and finally did, 'in the spirit' (while in a vivid
dreaming interaction experience); was this exact quote. “Hey let's
play a game boy, called 'Guess
the Name of the Guests'”.
You
and your cunt lapping pals can sit around laughing at me all you want
to, Mister Mike McNulty from 1971. My poor mom thought she had my
education all worked out, huh Doctor Shriner? Boy oh boy oh boy oh
boy, ''Here
we go again sir'',
she said to him. He replied with, “No
Misses Mohr, we don't”,
or something very close to that effect, lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me there is a blog anywhere on the entire
fuckiGN internet, even close to the
power and awesomeness of MORIANITY,
just prove it to me, and I'll
gladly shut my big fat motor mouth up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IPYT peeps. So laugh on dudes and duddesses. I know this is all
totally real, and so does the LORD JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W!!!
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????
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!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HIFISAF------------CHAPTER
086
Don't
let me fool you for a second. I have way more questions than I do
answers, on topics concerning everything from Exploratron PEEPEE to
how I am effected by time running at two different speeds in my
apartment, and a zillion other things. I can present good arguments
for why I am where I am as far as what I currently believe about
stuff, and then as things progress and change, all the new Y'S as
well. Still, that's a dam far cry from telling you that I know the
score. I don't know the score, and if anyone tells you I said that I
do, then they are lying to you. Also, if I tell you that; then I
became the biggest dam liar of all of them. Folks; I don't wish to
hurl what may be left of my credibility, down the dam toilet.
For
reasons that perhaps a good Software-Engineer can explain; some blogs
that I do, where I make the field wider, by typing from the bottom of
an existing site, belonging to another poster, that for reasons I do
not understand, causes my blog to then widen, and look nicer, and
even allow colored lines to blend together, rather than look all ugly
and infantile; also have another feature involved. Not always, but
sometimes, the blog done this way on my Open-Office Program, seems to
disappear in parts, sometimes by most, and the only way to ever read
it again is either to read it on the posted sites, or re-paste in
from posted sites, that turns it back into a smaller field again, but
allows the blog to be read again. I can never be sure when suddenly I
go to paste in my blog to Blogger, and poof, it all appears to have
been lost. The only hope is that at the bottom, a highlighted paste
color seems to go down into the bottom of the page and right down
through the screen. When this happens, usually, the entire blog does
in fact paste in. This is what happened yesterday, when I posted up
Chapter 085 of HIFISAF. But I could not be sure until it was up
there. OH
GEEEEE-WILIGARS;
the mighty Doctor
Harold Camping said it all;
OH
MY.
WHASUP,
SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR?
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Very
shortly, I am planning on taking these blogs, step by step, through
the August 15, 1986 ordeal. I am going to really break down all the
pieces that I can in all honesty, remember with clarity, especially
before things happened, and even during the interaction before
awakening into this wild parallel-universe-hell, or RAW!
I
was given a super monstrous sore throat before I awoke for the day
today. Poisonous skies with jet action may not always be visible, but
my throat knows when a major spray assault was done to intentionally
injure me physically, and violate my rights as a so-called ''free
American'', under the United States Constitution.
I
told you all, that ever
since the start of the nineteen-eighties; I knew that I would need to
use the United
States Copyright Office,
as a time capsule,
literally; in order to protect myself, and my stuff, from being wiped
out, and destroyed; by those with major vested interests, to do just
that. I had sufficient shit in my life happen, that led me to those
seemingly
paranoid conclusions,
only folks, YO; I was indeed totally, and one hundred percent
correct! You all know it too; so don't
even bother to lie to yourself about this!
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THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION
NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
LIKE
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER MACY!
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!
Hey
Mister Hugh Hefner;
What
do you think of this?
Hey,
TWB; I am pissed off that the two cams I have been using are not
working any more. They were nice views.
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I
will take sixteen of these combos please. Thank you Funai and Walmart
Corporations.
Port
St Lucie Walmart Supercenter
- 10855 So. Us Hwy #1
- Port St Lucie, FL 34952
- (772) 335-5359
On
or off Grant Avenue, to all magical Lab-Technician's everywhere.
WEEEEEEEEEE!
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Paul
Pedersen was not happy, back in late 1999; when I told him what I
named the personal copyright title, on the project that included his
tune, “Summer Of Love”. Don't
get me going here; Misses July
12 Eckert Pharmaceuticals, pweeeeeeeeeeze----tanks!!!!
Later
on great peeps, I'll be getting into some real good stuff, so don't
go getting piss-antsy on me, and think that because I am doing some
slow writing here and there, it won't be forthcoming. If I always
wrote nitro-pill-blogs; then
the shock value when they do come, would lessen. This is an old
author's trick, or merely poetic license, RAW!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
AFTER-MORIANITY-PROJECT----HIFISAF
CHAPTER
085
HELL
IS FIXED IN
STONE AND
FIRE
Good
evening folks. Screw me, I do the best I can, and to quote my
Cuzz-Don, ''I am a miserable fucking loser-failure''. The man is no
liar, and I never ever said that about the man. I repeatedly say he
will make the country strong if elected. I may not say too much more,
but I'll always give credit where credit is due, even to major
enemies!
JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if I ever told all the things I want to, you'd all be picking pieces
of me up off of Route 1, for ten solid dam years!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who
hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty
Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result,
things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and
non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and
viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent
entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these,
all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the
planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May
1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild
two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal
where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of
this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and
eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of
tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom
Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football
League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second
interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical
black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to
come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a
relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade
back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof
or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the
rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said
so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the
LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a
contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in
Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin'
and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN
from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the
music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite
resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent
that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major
time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is
all way more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit,
YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe
traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass
forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another
wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this.
First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors,
and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged
the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had
misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency
number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the
shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about
that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance
Briscoe????
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 8:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS WSW AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 17.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-90/L-75).
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 (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew when I woke up in Cherry Hill, New Jersey around
8 in the dam morning, on 15 August of 1986; that
something was real fucking ass wrong. But
just what the hell was it, Patty Hollister? Well, to
begin with, Dave Smith's great blackboard taught me so powerful
lessons that went far beyond school or learning my
ABC'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I could not stop this nightmare
no matter how many religious tracts I passed out in Gloucester; that
was the convincer-punch of the Boxers Association, cubed and fucking
CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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084
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
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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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.
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
©
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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.
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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 34th
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 25th
& 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.
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