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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll
drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the
one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
CHAPTER
106
IF
YOU READ THESE WORDS AT THE BLOGGER SITE, AND ARE SEEING THE HACK
I AM GETTING THERE AGAIN; HERE IS WHAT YOU CAN DO, SO YOU CAN
UNHACK AND READ THE BLOCKED TEXTS, YO. IF
YOU SEE COLOR AND HIGHLIGHT AND BACKGROUND THAT BLEND IN STUPID
WAYS AND ARE HARD TO READ, OR IF THE MESSAGE IS ALL BLANKED OUT,
AND IT READS NON LEGIBLE FOR THE VERY MOST PART AS IF SOMEONE TOOK
A BLACK MARKER, AND CROSSED MY BLOG ILLEGALLY OFF; JUST DO THIS,
PLEASE, PEOPLE: SIMPLY
HIT YOUR HIGHLIGHT, YOU KNOW, THE CONTROL-A, AS IF YOU WISHED TO
HIGHLIGHT FOR A CUT & PASTE OR WHATEVER, AND THEN, YOU CAN
READ IT!
WOWSER
great people; it was another night of beyond super major
''dreaming'' for me. Holy call ten CALLIO.
This
was a serial dream like the always back in Haddon Hills Apartments
one, and the Ventnor washcloth of all bloody boobies one. This
however kept on going the same night. I would go back into it no
matter how long I would wake up and stay awake, even a full hour.
In a nutshell, I was in a parallel universe where I was being
mistreated and taken advantage of, such as my nightmare fucking
experience with the mighty KINGS up north, and I was up north, and
it all centered around someone I knew who got me a job somewhere,
but he did not care less about me or the job, and wanted only to
have me as his slave, just as Dawn King used me as her total
fucking slave in 2008 and 2009 until I ran away literally with the
clothes on my back one early winter morning, to escape to South
Central Eastern Florida. The experience tied into a job with a man
who owned a trucking business and needed some help with some silly
things that did not make much sense to me, and I was involved in
helping the man who got me this job, to also get there and back,
and some friends of his as well, and it is very complicated.
Horrible shit happened and in this universe, even if I was in good
health and I'm not, I never would have survived it, but over
there, the laws of some of the physics were quite different,
allowing me to survive, and also, telling me that this must be a
very distant part of hyperspace as opposed to more central or even
localized, when the laws of physics are changed.
Also
involved in this, was a movie that had to do with a man who I knew
from Vietnam, and here in this reality, I don't know anyone from
Vietnam. Somehow this connected into this job place and those who
I was involved with, in a large way, but I cannot pull up now,
just what or how or anything more than this.
On
one of the return-trips to this same exact ''dream'', I was
telling th boss who was wearing a red jersey and bright light blue
pants, a heavyset man of average height and about age 40 give or
take a few years; that I got myself involved with some really
horrible shady characters, and needed to just get far away from
all of this. This is when again, he took out a small gismo like a
mini blue ray player and began to project a holographic version in
front of us, that same movie. It began in Hawaii outside of a
hotel that was large in area yet only had two floors in height.
Very bright lights were on, even though the sun was still out but
it was sinking and beginning to darken a little bit. I began to
see a huge connection to this movie being seen and then me being
inside of this interaction, as I began to become aware of the way
these events came together on more than one occasion. A fantastic
red hot blond in her twenties came into the scene and was asking
me suddenly why I thought these friends of mine were being so
cruel and mean to me. When I told her in a very down to earth and
matter of fact way, escatly what was going on, she seemed at first
to be genuinely interested in me and my problems, sort of like
late in 1996 with Steve McGinty. Suddenly she turned on me without
any provocation however, an dshe said to me something along the
lines that I am just a stupid cry-baby, and need to grow up. Then
she broke my car door, as we had been in my car for reasons that
also, I cannot pull up.
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YOU'RE
ABOUT AS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING ASS FUNNY, SATAN, YOU ASSHOLE;
AS SHIT ON CUNT CHEWING STEROIDS, YO.
Still, your
sister was gorgeous all over me
the last two days. I love her so very much, Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis
Krassle-Arteemis. Tell her how much I love my wonderful awesome teen
queen energy coil, pweeeeeze! DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB
and gang. That's
what the fucking shit I absolutely DO NOT
NEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Sabrina
Collins and Resorts International Hotel, both have their ideas of
where “IT ALL BEGAN”, 1970 AND 1978, RESPECTIVELY. Me however,
well it never really began any more that it ever will end, right
Mister David Music-boy Gardner and Mister Robinson of Pure City Music
Company in 1997, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
USA-ES-MWG????????????
I
made a big stink in 2012 about my being made stealthfully ill by the
mighty DREAM-EMPOWERED ''THAT-FAMILY'' (TAWF), and showed major
connections that go far fucking beyond natural world shit, that
pertained to this mysterious undiagnosable medical condition, and my
experiences with my LAB-TECH-DAUGHTER. Anyone with an open mind knows
that where there is smoke, there is fire, even though I'll never
prove a tenth of my shit, because Mister shitsapookna-Google smart
machine; I am fighting powerful disgruntled Scott Ransom people, and
have been since I left the Wormhole-Cooley Hall. ALMIGHTY
DOCTOR
YOURMYPROB, AND SHIRLEY CANTDANCE,
are merely part of a much greater whole than anyone including my
great CUZZ can begin to imagine. Still he jumped on that bird of his
back in the early OH-MAROLA-9 autumn, and raced down to his great
powerful PLAZA HOTEL CASINO, as soon as we all got to the room that
he comped ann King with, and along with us, was the one and only
awesome Leticia Tilley!!!!!!!!!!
THE
DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES CHART:
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
SEPTEMBER
22, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 10:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE-------(HIGH-84/LOW-74).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, IT FEELS918 DGFHT.
WIND
IS NE AT 2, GUSTING TO 12.
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to!!!!!!!!!!
My
chocking condition as you know came on me suddenly at 10:30 Post
Meridian, the night of 4 June, in 1983, while I was residing in a
rental split level home on Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG. Because these mother fuckers insist on legally committing
murder and killing me by taking away my medications, Mizz Bondi,
Attorney General; MAJOR SECRETS WILL ALL COME OUT, FIRST TO THE
DEPARTMENT OF VITAL STATISTICS, THEN I AM HEADING TO THE NYU BEFORE
THEY CAN KILL ME, AND BRING A LOT OF PROOF
OF WHAT COUSIN DONALD SUSPECTED ABOUT ME ALL ALONG, THAT I WAS, AND
AM, A TRAVELER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what your wonderful Project Bluebook has been covering up since it
shut down operations in December of 1969,
at the exact time contact was made directly with me
by
the Almighty Goddess of this universe and beyond,
the
GREAT SARAH JEHOVAH KRASSLE.
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
Holy
Call Ten and AT&T TONES and Magnetic Keyboard Sound machines from
a quadrillion HELLS; good folks, how the hell is everybody doing, YO?
©
BLOGGER MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
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Yes,
I went into the doctor a little disgruntled back on Wednesday, and
with every good reason. I am doing nothing wrong, breaking no laws,
and I am not a drug addict. This medication I have been on since July
of 1983 has saved my life, and these EVIL 'FUCKIGN' UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA, HAVE TRIED TO MURDER ME SINCE THE DEATH OF THE DOCTOR WHO
PUT ME ON THIS MEDICINE TO BEGIN WITH; DOCTOR
FRANK ADDIEGO OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY
(WTNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I said to the
doctor, “Whatever happened to the “First do no harm oath you all
took”, you would have needed to be there to witness the major
hostility on his part. Once you get onto the world owners trying to
covertly destroy and kill anyone such as myself who knows all about
them or way too much about shit in their opinion; basically, it is
torment and torture and borrowed mother fucking time until the end,
and when the end comes, it is brutal and mother fuckiGN wicked as
triple shit, ladies and gentlemen, I promise you all
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
Tahren-tee it too;
and what invention does anyone recommend for dealing with this cunt
chewing nightmare of mine, oh mighty boxer George sir????
I
knew, as
soon as that fucking (ON AN DON AN DON SHIT) struck me;
that I was gonna' start getting cunt eating fucking messed with;
Mister
McDowell of 1972
Cooley-Wormhole
Hall, Foolio Coolio Callio Ripoffio!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
These
mother fucking dope addict nabes from hell, are in and out even at 4
in the morning; yet I am the one who cannot get his medicine that is
needed for my survival on this planet, and I am the accused drug
addict. Let me cunt chewing tell you all something. The way my doctor
treated me was monstrous, and he had zero provocation to do this to
me. The only answer to all these things that happen is
exploratronics. When you have an enemy like I do, the ESS; and some
of you have some smaller degrees of this and it is all why your lives
are fucked to hell as well for those of you that this message may
pertain to; but with me, it is on a totally unfathomably higher
stronger level, and is why I being 3 feet tall and not 6 feet tall,
at age 12 or whatever, I would have reasons to be sitting around
thinking about popping Vitamin-C tablets, and not the kid who is 6
feet. If you have an anywhere near normal fuckiGN cunt life, then you
would be nuts in the dam head, to be sitting around wondering and
worrying about all of the fuckiGN bullshit that Morianity an Mark
Wayne Mohr is all about. On the other hand, to quote Jim burr from
the late seventies; if all I wanted to do was think about and talk
about baseball and football and B ball and sex and normal shit; I
would be more sick and more dangerous than any of you could possibly
dare to imagine. Anyone who can deny what is going on around them, is
not in touch with their fuckiGN reality, and it doesn't matter how
many sike docks tell you this is not so, as I will tell them to go
fuck their sweet old moms, any fuckiGN time of the day or the night,
Doctor fucking Schorr.
Ever
since August 15, 1986, the
parallel of,
ME
UP,
and the DOW
JONES DOWN,
the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB UP,
and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN;
as well
as the exact
opposite of this parallel-event with these four items,
being, ME
DOWN,
and the DOW
JONES UP,
the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB DOWN,
and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB UP.
You can translate UP and DOWN with the sports teams as follows:
DOWN=LOSING,
and UP=WINNING.
The stock market speaks for itself, as what is down and winning,
unless of course you have short positions trading, and that is not
part of the lesson today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YIP,
YIP, AND YIP, OH THE GODS; that great show, ''The Mentalist'', and
the episode where Rigsby gets into that fistfight with his father; is
so major; that I would not touch shit like this, when I am all down
and totally weak, to quote David Roth regarding those nightmare
fuckiGN ass Callio's back in 1997, not with a ninety three light year
long stick, DUDES and DUDDESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
sure miss that dam commercial on the Lowes Department store, with my
miniature Stacey that kicked the washing machine and they played a
similar tune to my 1969 ''Burn With Fire''. SHEEEEEEEEIT, bring back
the good old days, and turn those Lenny Briscoe dials, YO!!!!!! And
get a new suit, Jack McCoy. AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty.
In
1980, there was a farm outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey, right,
Mister Smith? Well, it had changed, from china and chains and shit
like this, into a garden type apartment system, but it is the energy
of the area that was in my wild dreams in 1970 that were told to my
teacher, David Leigh Smith, regarding the destruction of Haddonfield,
New Jersey, and end of life as I knew it as me as well, all in some
short time to follow, and coincidences like this, Mister Yogi
Baseball Berra, are just way too mother fucking coincidental to be
coincidences, am I correctly quoting you, kind sir????????????? I
should have stayed away from the shore, but then, I
made some lovely Melanie Safka lookalike
BURN
WITH FIRE
LIKE A SOUL IN HELL, and brought her more desire than she could ever
tell.
Is this disinformation or powerful hidden secret truth, CUZZ DONNIE
BOY?????????
You
have no idea how bad I wanna' say some really fuckiGN powerful shit.
But it is all the real powerful unheard as of yet stuff, kind people
out here; that will all come out, before these dirty bastards will
succeed in choking me to death. Also, I am hiring an injury attorney
and am going to sue a lot of people who have made my life hell for a
very mother fuckiGN long ass time, know this, please, oh great
Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank
you for reading Morianity kind people. Hay,
I may be a crazy lunatic,
I merely can prove to you mathematically, what the odds are, that
this is not what is true, verses what I feel is true; and I would
gladly at any time be willing, if I could trust the fuckiGN source of
it; to have all of these things tested mathematically, and in any dam
laboratory scientifically!!!!! Any time, any place, Donna Summer; all
Donna Summers, even you Jason Forrest Rip-Off!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go
ahead, write my name across the sky, and I will stay away from the
shore, and if I do, their will be the hugest change in this exact new
dimension from that other 1969, that would be conceivable by any
group of extremely intelligent human beings! I already had a huge
math professor at any Ivy League university, tell me that I had
invented a brand new mathematical discipline, back in 1991 over in
Philadelphia. So I know I am not crazy, every bit as much as most of
you think that I am. Hay, ain't America fucking great, ladies and
gentlemen???
So
am I right Joe Twist, and Dawn-Marie King?
All I am going to say for now, is that this was a different situation
with the meeting of this family or ''CONTACT'' exploratronically with
the ESS, and the later experiences of both very late in 1971 while in
David Leigh Smith's ''Blackboard-Zenkiss'' class. The ESS was working
the very same way all the way back as far as you want to take all of
this, people. In 1970 during my 19 day stay at the shore, after Ziggy
was threatened and then told me to ''GO HOME'', I was isolated. To
this day, no matter what I try to do to make or to keep any kind of
friend, or social anything; the enemy destroys it like fucking cunt
lapping clock work every single time, in ways that equal or surpass
Power-Ball Lottery Jackpot Winners and their odds to win that huge
jackpot. Hay. All I'm saying is that if you can believe these 9 years
of my story, that I am just the nut with some wild huge imagination,
first , I need to thank you for the unbelievably large compliment.
Hollywood would hire me in a flash if this was the truth, can't you
folks see that? They are there to make their fucking billions and
billions and billions. Even if they hate my living mother fuckiGN
cunt guts to total shit cubed; they would hire me if they thought
that I had this incredible imagination. I do not, and they of all
people, know that I do not. I am merely telling all of the world who
are willing to listen to me; that this IS
MY TRUE NIGHTMARE STORY FROM THE GATES OF THE 50TH CIRCLE OF
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I am going to relax with a movie and some ice cream. Those wild
DREAMS FROM HELL totally wore me out, YO BRO!!!!!!!!
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