HI
DIANA, MY LOVE. YOUR LIGHTNING IS NOT 'HERE WITH ME AT THE MOMENT',
OH
GREAT MARVELOUS OFFICE MAN,
SIDNEY VOICEMAIL; BUT LET ME POST THIS UP ANYWAY, KIND LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN! Also, YO; am I being vocally recorded here, from back 46
years ago; Mister
Mirrors Badboy Crown?
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
holler holler holler; WOW do I have noisy mother fuckiGN nabes,
peeps! WEEEEEEE! This all happened around the noon hour. It is
another hot humid sticky sunshiny day here in FLORIDA-USA and please
don't sing it, Liza, back in 1972. Thank you, on all Sunday's!
|
Pageviews
today
|
73
|
|
Pageviews
yesterday
|
94
|
|
Pageviews
last month
|
2,542
|
|
Pageviews
all time history
|
92,095
|
Global Audience in shade ratio:
I'm
so very sorry Sid, for all the bad and wrong I did.
I
wish to make it up to you, I hope there's something I can do.
You
didn't like my little late 1969/early 1970 apology song. You were
onto me and my phony little shit. How I remember that only too well.
Your exact words to my mother were, “Sit on him
Grace”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey dude, don't worry. The entire world sat
on me instead. You happy?Hey Judy, can I sing a sad song and make it
better, or turn myself into a beautiful future life caterpillar, in
or out of
the parallel universe, over at my Uncle
Stuart, and Aunt Gerry's, Narberth, PA-USA home???
HIFISAF,
CHAPTER
118-AMP
©
1995-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR---MORIANITY
©
2006-2015 BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Things
are happening around me and I cannot trust very much, not if I want
to be at all safe, and survive long term. I want to be gone, and off
this stinking rotten planet, so very badly. I spend way too much of
my eternity living here in hyperspace. This
totally fucking sucks!
GEE-WILLIGARS
4-crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
CLICK ON THE LINK ABOVE, PLEASE.
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||
SSSSSSOOOOOO
Arthur Crane; sup these days, mister anti-NASS?
SEPTEMBER
28, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:47,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 96.
WIND
ISESE AT 8, WITH A SMALL GUST TO 9.
PROJECT
OF:
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
(AMP)
AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971, YO!
I
wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my
mind. Her beauty, her splendor, she leaves me in here
thinking of nothing else but being with her on the Astral-Plane at
some lovely park and water fall, making beyond wild hot passionate
love to her for what would seem here on Earth in waking mortal
life, to be a thousand years or more without stopping to so much
as breathe or speak. The gods all know that I love you beyond any
possible way of typing words to you,my electron!!!!!!!!!!!
Everything
is just
real
pussy huffing funny, huh Mike McNulty?????? And
ALL
GREAT CASTRO BROTHERS, MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Screw fucking you,
(WD-HACK) hacker!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.
Diana
came back again also, with lovely colorful dazzling displays of
her scrumptious lightning.
She knows I want to literally eat her up. She is just so awesome,
and beyond ravishingly gorgeous, YO! YEAH,
that was a PIP,
Twilight
Zone Mister Billy Mummy;
so
where are you when I really turd huffing need you, lovely
LIGHTNING???????????
I MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NEED YOU RIGHT IN MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BED;
GIANT COIL, AND MY ENDLESS LOVE. YOU NEED TO BURN AND FRY ME OUT
OF THIS HORRENDOUS AND ETERNAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NIGHTMARE HELL
CUBED, CUBAN; AND SUPER MOTHER ' FUCKIGN' CUBAN, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
THIS 'FUCKIGN' SHIT IS JUST MORE NAILS IN THEIR BIG FAT THROBBING
COCK LICKING COFFIN, GREAT PEEPS OUT HERE, YO!!!!
There
are some real dark and ominous clouds out there to me' ol' west,
you ol' buccaneers!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE
EVER
SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON
OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS,
''IT
STARTS''!
Federal
Communications Commission, I am getting a major freeze-hack of
some kind, and you need to do your dam job to protect me from
illegal activity and illegal mother fucking hackers and hacking,
YO YO YO!!!
Some
wild cloud formations are forming out to my west or to the left
when I look out my northern exposure window here in my PHA
apartment. I never saw anything exactly like this, and I have seen
almost an infinite pattern of cloud formations in my more than
8,000 year time life repeating cycle, and other lifetimes also
that I clearly recall.
It
was supposed to be another very hot and humid day, but nothing
like the southwest, where those wonderful cities like Phoenix and
Houston are going to be far fucking worse, praise SAR. Well it
was, YO!!!!
All
mother fuckers hurting me are going to be so wiped out;
they
will spend a quadrillion mother fucking years begging me for mercy
some day;
while I kick, and puke on them, the entire time; and dam laugh!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Now
I am getting a WEATHER alert from TWB, so something is
up,YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alerts for Saint Lucie County
There
is 1
active alert issued for Saint Lucie County
Thank
you, TWB!!!!!!!!!!
|
|
|
|||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||
Is
this the fwower I'm supposed to give to the lady, Mister Fwank
Callweeo??????????????
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY FONTY!!!
Yes
I do keep up, and I do watch news. These blogs try hard to keep
current events out of them, as much as is humanly possible. When
certain things or people, nauseate me sufficiently, to the point
where I cannot refrain from speaking out, well, then I do just that.
People who say to police that they should be shot, or people who
brand and cut dogs all up, well, this reflects as does all gun
violence and especially the ever increasing amount of it; that
American, and perhaps much of global society; to quote my old pals,
from both my family, and Harvest; and my buddy Darius Evans, and all
080808 dates everywhere; a real ''general
breakdown''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So how would Lenny Briscoe, on the greatest law show ever televised,
say that; my good folks out here? “But a bing, but a bang, but a
boom”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shitskamo and Shitsapookna Picnics from all
hyper-dimensional pasts of mine, YIO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
Sheriff
Mascara sire, please help me unless you want my blood on my god dam
hands. It began last night with nabe noise and another attack from
dirt bag enemy James who I know my dirt bag trashy family has used
against me and is paying off ever since they got the other nabes who
I used to call Mister Stereo, when I first moved into this apartment
in May of 2011, to move out. Then the aerial assault was also there
in fucking tandem with this party. Not that many hours following,
here I fucking go again just like last time at half past six or so.
First a horrible charlie horse in my right leg sent me rolling on the
floor in total monster fuckiGN agony sir. Then five minutes after
this calmed down but with my leg still hurting me, the jerk off dirt
ball with the car stereo, assaulted me outside my window for a long
time. It wasn't even light out yet, and this monster noise is shaking
my entire place like an earthquake struck. Now as I type this, my
dirt bag nabes either above me or across from me are chiming in with
their annoying fucking sounds. This is a major conspiracy to drive me
mad and kill myself, or one of them.
|
||||||||||
The
enemies managed on top of all of this, to totally fuck up my view of
the super moon last night. They don't miss a trick. Sheriff sir,
watch their diseased dirt ball stock market take off like a rocket,
and don't say you all did not hear this first on Morianity, on this
28th
day of September, of 2015, YO! Don't even think about it. I am tired
of never being given credit for shit. I don't even want to mother
fuckiGN hear it, folks!
It
looks like sixteen years later; Keisha isn't the only one to get me
real gouuuuuuuud, Helen Zebriski. To quote Shannon Kickacar from the
hyperspace-Walmart store in Hammonton, New Jersey; “McGuire and
Krassle's brother aren't the only two who broke your fucking
automobile”. Spoken like a true hero, huh Shannon, back on 18
December of 2006? Actually this was the day the event may have gone
down as far as the last day I drove Mister Pancrasnio's car, and the
actual north shore event with Mister Genlow was months earlier if
not a year or so, as who needs to remember vivid fuckiGN details of
so many nightmares?
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
destroy all enemies. You are set to max power. Use all techs, and all
orders. Hear the empowerment crush-destruct tones now with the new
system. STOP.
HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 118
When
I am found dead and murdered in this apartment, I was persecuted to
death and murdered, and this is an official dying utterance and dying
declaration, all law enforcement agencies that should have intervened
and stopped my murder, and did not, President Barack Obama, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
A
paste in from JOURNAL
TAPE CASSETTE NUMBER EQUIVALENT
25,793,
shows that nothing ever mother fuckiGN changes or stops for me in
this nightmare curse from Christless
mother fuckiGN
HELL!!!!
Now
when I got up to begin Thursday, it was about a quarter past ten.
Within an hour or so, about a half dozen annoying things all had
happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom. I thought, uh-oh, here we go right
off the bat, this is going to be a tensed stomach muscles day,
waiting for continuous powerful gut blows from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.
No
folks, IT
IS NOT
APRIL
25, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 1:25,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
It
is however,
SEPTEMBER
28, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 7:58,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,74 DEGREES FNHT.
THERE
IS NO MEASURABLE WIND PRESENTLY.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 97%, FEELING LIKE 78.
Every
place I ever go to live, it is always the same LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS
HACKER thing, good folks. It never ever stops for one very good
reason That believe it or not I figured out in late 1985 somewhere
after my first move into the Highview Cheers Apartments of
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey. This also led to me figuring out
parallel event as it applies to roulette gaming!!!!!!!! If you are
looking for fancy bullshit today, forget it, I am here to tell you
some truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
HIFISAF,
CHAPTER
117-AMP
©
1995-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR (BOM)
Things are happening
around me and I cannot trust very much, not if I want to be at all
safe, and survive long term. Decades ago, a strange thing happened. I
realized that things would happen whereby it seemed I needed to do
something, and that the forces of hell were literally preventing me
from doing that something. My very most recent item most of you know
or should know, was my remake song from 1983, redone and title
changed to “You'll Be Crossing Over”. This entire thing was a
plan to try and expose my Atlantic city enemies for what they have
all done to me no matter how many doubters and naysayers screamed at
me I am crazy to even attempt such an undertaking. Also, I knew and
still do know, that if I could have accomplished what I had really
wanted, and I did not, not by any means; I might have not gone
through that medical nightmare for nearly a year now, and maybe even
have been able to get to the bottom of how it all started with me at
half past ten on the night of four June, back in 1983. Before I go on
with any of this, allow me to tell you that I had not planned this
blog at all. I was going to take this Sunday off completely and as
they say at Progressive Insurance, and all over I would suppose,
“give it a rest”. I just got hacked and frozen, FCC, in case you
could care less, and you too Sheriff Kenneth J.
Mascara, at twenty minutes before ten on this 27 September,
2015, and late Sunday evening. I am under a major death attack and
major death siege, Pam Bondi, Florida State
Attorney General!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEY
Bob McGuire, and Sarah C. Martino; why not jump off of this nice DAM
water tower, STRAIGHT To your miserable ROTTEN STINKING demises!!!!
First
off, James had his Sunday get together in the 'STORAGE-APARTMENT'
across from me. When I went out to confirm where I was hearing sound
from, it was from them, and not anywhere else except for the opposite
end of this sixth floor, or what I call the east wing of the place,
as it is half of the apartments from the central elevator that are on
the east side, verses my west side. Also, major airplanes are
zenithing the building, like I am living on a mother fucking aircraft
carrier, Sheriff and AG! Inside with headphones and earplugs and fans
running, it would practically take a nuke bomb going off to hear it,
but I went out to see if I could view the Super-Moon from the
elevator area out of the south-side windows, and it was all hazed
over and screwed up. And you wanna; fuckiGN know something, Sheriff
and AG; I already knew this was going to be the case if I bothered
throwing on shoes and a pair of pants and went to check on it. All I
got was a lot of mother fuckiGN death persecution, YO!
Hey
you two; somebody is really sending me a black-cloud life, by way of
invisible cosmic beams. Only if you could de-cloak the Milituforce
stealth weapons, in some magical way, then the photo below may just
quite accurately depict my endless hellish situation.
Map
is courtesy of The
Weather Bug
(TWB).
No
weather reports however are required for me to know this little
simple thing. Sunny bright days have never been any kind of a mother
fucking reality in the life of Mountainpen. This has gone on for 61
years!
CLICK
ON THE LINK BELOW, PLEASE, TO SEE:
No,
not three magical leprechauns, me' ol' maitees.
AFTER
I SAID HOW SICK I WAS, BACK LAST FRIDAY, and nearly died up in Vero
Beach,
according to the 'nut-job place' there, that I go to; in order to get
a tiny tiny tiny little bit of my necessary anti-anxiety medications;
notice Sheriff Mascara sir, please; how the Milituforce gave me a
really horrific week. In other words kind sir; this should prove to
you, THAT I AM INDEED DEALING WITH MONSTERS WHO ARE INDEED TRYING TO
COVERLTY CLEVERLY MURDER ME. Now sir, whether you wish to believe any
of this, deep down in your own mind, or not; just as the other Law
Officer up in Jersey, and back in 1994, preferred denying reality,
that led to my blogs, and Morianity, labeling this syndrome, as the
''GWPOS'',
for the Giant
Williamstown
Police
Officer
Syndrome.
This officer was about six feet eight inches tall, if I had to
venture a dam guess; kind sir! Still, all of this should prove to
you, like it or not, kind sir; that I am no crackpot, when I claim
these 'wonderful
lovely people',
are playing for keeps with me, and have been, ever since 08/15/1986.
This whole entire mess is nothing less than ATTEMPTED
MURDER!!!!!
Yes, I am going to tell something huger than shit very soon, over
this weekend; so please be out here an dreading me, kind Sheriff, and
kind AG-Bondi. Thank you!
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell
out, “Shark, shark, shark” oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth of 175
Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT;
how does Cooley Hall
fit into the other two major areas of my major traveling nocturnal
interactions of Atlantic City, and Camden, up there in good old New
Jersey, USA??? Goddess dam it folks, I really am so happy you asked
me this, BRO!
Dreams
are exactly
what all people
with
real strong thought habits,
always
wondered and dreamed about.
They
are as close to mirrors, smoke, and magic; as you, me, or any
prestidigitator is ever going to get,
in this human waking life; I promise!!!! When anyone has recurring
dreams about people or places or objects, or for that matter,
'whatever' it might be, Congressman sir, and old pal; there is a lot
more to these things than there would have been, if
those dreams had not happened.
Now it is not the particular thing that is magical, mind you folks;
but it is the interaction between you and the thing, whatever that
is. We all know, or those who vividly remember our dreams anyway;
that we may spend a lot of our time, years even, at places and with
people, and NEVER
EVER HAVE ONE SINGLE REMEMBERED DREAM ABOUT THOSE THINGS.
On the other hand, we
may not even know a person,
and we may have a lot of dreams about them,
and for absolutely no logical reason. Same thing goes for places,
objects, and again, kind congressman and old 1975 pal, ''whatever''!
All I am going to tell for right now, is that I am leading you into
an introduction of Cooley Hall as well as the RPL Sound Studio, and
Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic city, up near the boardwalk. There is an
energy force that triangulates these three points or locations, and
inside of this force, is not something like the Bermuda Triangle, but
rather a sort of mind energy that is only active at certain rare
points in time, and also, to the person who has the recurring dream
about the three points that make up this triangulation. A huge hack
just struck while I was typing this. I must get my guru over here to
show me several things anyway, and one of these things is exactly
where to disconnect my computer from the internet while I write my
blogs, so I don't have to contend with this abusive civil rights
violation hacking that is unrelenting for a solid fuckiGN cunt decade
for this poor blogger, and especially when I begin to open major
doors that THEY don't want me opening up for any of
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
powerful part in all of this, is that all of thought, in the human
brain; and never say this to a psychiatrist or you'll be taken
straight off to the psych ward; but this is merely an interaction
with two things. What we think of as 'physical
us' while we dream in hyperspace,
including our wakeful dream part where we carry around a physical
body and physical brain, as well as something up in the
seventh-dimension,
that Morianity has called Lawtronics
since my blogs began in 2006; makes a connection. Believe me people,
I will go on with this as the week ahead moves along. The only way
I'll shut up is if these mother fuckiGN jerk off bastard scum balls
back off their shit with me, and they are on a mother fuckiGN major
roll to kick my honky ass to hell and back, Cuban-cubed!!!!
Diana;
after your tennis game in Olympia Proper is over, I am taking you to
lovely waterfalls, my awesome baby-blond. But in-between, I am sure
you know, I cannot put off another bombing mission any longer. The
enemies are just striking me way too mother fuckiGN hard,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
may be moving my blog to a totally different location soon.
This is a complex situation that has to do with some powerful stuff,
that the mighty exploratron Patty-Paula King also informed me about.
You all know, and the great goddess only knows how many AKA names and
identities that she also has, along with AT&T and NSA, at least
according to Mister ES in Russia now. Remember how I told about the
other night, out in the parallel universe, at Uncle
Stuart and Aunt Gerry's Narberth, PA-USA home, Exploratron
PPK
was telling me details, about cosmic polarity, and expansion forces.
Now the blogs won't be removed from any existing sites; but you may
have to change your faves-links, or whatever it is you all do, in
order to read my new posts; and this may all happen before Halloween
Day, no puns intended; merely a fact in time. Still, only
she knows why
I was totally robotically, and exploratronically controlled, to send
those three projects, to the United States Office of Copyrights,
on that same October 31 day, in 1994 with the book, and then the
musical projects, the first two of three in the twenty-first century,
2005, and 2007. And I know, she knows, all pirates and buccaneers
notwithstanding.
|
|
|
AUDIENCE
END
TRANSMISSION.
No comments:
Post a Comment