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Sensible people
call others crazy and insane for believing that mind-energy is more
than physical brain, that there indeed are forces that are positive
and those that are negative, all around us, that continuously use
brains and people to interact in and through, and that the world has
indeed been just that all along, some weird game-arena for these two
forces to play out. You all know that I totally believe that the bad
force has used the entertainment industry, the free press, and
certain powerful people, especially a large percentage of the
super-wealthies amongst us, to accomplish their side of the game from
hell, literally. Concentrically, a few decent people exist who are
being used by the more benevolent forces, acting in ways that I may
call them, the game from heaven. My belief system is not based on
anyone else or anything else. It is a logically concluded system of
believing wholeheartedly what my life has reflected back at me for
nearly sixty-one years, in my present form and persona. Another thing
that needs addressing quickly but promptly would be this. For more
than three decades, I knew deep down that one of these monster-people
was wiping out my life, and I would sit around either in solitaire or
with a close friend such as David Roth, or my own mother, and share
many a heated or moderate discussion and debate. But it has taken
until another type of debate, that is more world recognized, all the
way up here in the present days where I type this blog; to see fully
and completely, just how this evil rotten monster has indeed wiped
out my entire life. I still don't have a clue why, but I have come to
see in perfect crystal clarity, just how, and the funny thing is, I
think this rotten son of a bitch wants me to know each and every
thing, finally. After-all, what could I possibly fucking ever do to
stop his death siege on me since 1984? Still, I do know that if there
is an answer to this, it lies in the knowing of why 1983 and 1984 all
happened as the did, and to me, and to him; and also, what I may have
possibly done within the few years preceding and leading up to these
times, to him, or to someone he cares for. The closest item that fits
the revenge paradigm in any small number of possible parameters, is
that my uncle who really was not my uncle but a man who married my
mom's cousin, and became a top NYC banker after the great WW-2 was
over; and denied a loan to the father of this person. This man is not
where the distant relationship of family lineage lies, as that is
within the lines from the woman he married, my Aunt Mizz
Sharkgloucester Shoutout!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
health is totally shot, and I doubt that I will even live to see the
great election of 2016 take place. I believe I am destined to not
only soon expire, but to die a horrible monstrous death, so as to
make these horrible fucking monster demon people happy, and bring
them more great success via a super secret stealthy weapon that only
my blogs talk about on the entire internet unless I am wrong, and
that would be using and applying the science of statistical
technology, or as I call it and label it and have been since the
middle nineteen-eighties, ''parallel event''.
My
1983 medical condition could be easily addressed, but the word was
put out by those who caused me to suffer with this agonizing hell for
a lifetime, or die, whichever; and no doctor is immune to these
powerful people, who New Jersey realtor, Scott Ransom, told me about,
in my car that I bugged up, back in the late winter time of 1988; and
said to me, and the great United States © Office has a copy to this
day as I made all of it a part of my copyrighted music project,
“Epitome of Harassment, Part 3”, and this tape has this man
saying to me, powerful people are disgruntled with you Mark, and my
boss, Kelly Jackson, was told not to sell your Kramer Hill home, or
else. This is all real and can be fact checked ten times over, but
the free press son't ever do one thing to help to rightfully take me
out of this hell against this monster that very soon, we all may have
to wake up and face, and address as Mister
President!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
think of what he will do to me when he goes into the WH after taking
his oath. Wiping me totally out should I still be breathing, will be
his absolute total number fuckiGN one goal and objective, and that I
do promise all of you!!!!
I woke up an hour or so ago
not only breathing hard as sleep apnea patients do, but literally
gasping for breath. I am a very terminally ill person, and I know it,
yet no medical person will help me one iota. This is the most
nightmarish horrible monster mother fuckiGN nation, in my opinion, in
this entire fuckiGN part of the galaxy, or in any part of it, or for
that matter, the entire universe, because quite frankly and simply
put, this planet is the only one containing any life whatsoever, and
I promise you all that one as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2015
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED
8:52
AM, Doris Plum's 'fifdeeeenth' of
September,
only not 1979; but rather 2015.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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