Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
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HIFISAF,
CHAPTER
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1995-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR---MORIANITY
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2006-2015 BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Was
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!!!
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.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 all
pirates and buccaneers, and all Patty-Paula somnambulism queens
the planet over???????????????
Folks,
without trying to leapfrog over anyone, I will tell it real short
and sweet as far as the events of recent hours.
Lightning
came over with beautiful strikes late on Monday afternoon shortly
after I posted up the previous chapter. Power tools continue to be
heard every single day, but I will get to the bottom of it, and
soon, and that is a promise. Hurricane doors are going to be
installed to replace the ones now in use here at my PHA building
called Park Terrace. The doctor is putting me back on water
retention pills to be taken in tandem with my BP pills, as I used
to take until things got all weird and wacky with the prior
doctor. I felt 100 percent better when on the combo meds, and
hopefully will feel better soon also. There was an early morning
fire alarm yesterday, Tuesday around half past seven, but it was
over in a quarter hour or less. I stopped into my eye doctor's
office after leaving my primary care doctor's office, to ask a few
questions regarding my eye cats. They are monitoring me situation,
and all will be well when the cats are laser'd out, but this will
be a while yet. I pass the place when on my way to the local Route
One Fort Pierce Publix Store. I bought a few items before coming
back home, at Publix. Not a whole lot of shit went down today, and
I will just continue to follow doctor's orders from both the Vero
Beach Psych Office and the PCP and other specialists involved in
my current medical problems. As for my own personal attitude, I
cannot wait to fall asleep and never again have to wake up here in
this hellish nightmare world that you all seem to cherish and love
so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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; is experiencing a real major ''general
breakdown''!!!!!! Add to this how crazy the whole dam world is
going, and we can make up a song about a psych ward for musicians.
Oh yeah, that's been done already, and gee willagars, by me, huh
mister BonJovi???????????
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ON THE LINK BELOW, PLEASE, TO SEE:
No
weather reports however are required for me to know this little
simple thing. Sunny bright days have never been any kind of a
reality, in the life of Mountainpen, and this has gone on now for
just under 61 years!
Map
is courtesy of The
Weather Bug
(TWB).
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 total monsters from HELL!
Sheriff
Mascara
OF
SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA.
A
super place to shop, and meet lovely blonds such as I did when my
Lightning Goddess came to see me that day. I am all yours, Diana my
awesome baby blond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SEPTEMBER
30, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 2:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,76 DEGREES FNHT.
WIND
IS STEADY AT 3, WNW.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 82.
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. A lot of
things make zero sense to me and many other folks. Many are looking
to find out what's behind psychic and paranormal phenomena, life and
death reality, the UFO-aliens deal, government and shadow society
conspiracies, and on and on we can go here. There is an entire
kingdom that is behind so many things. Churches and religions for the
most part use the term Satan's Kingdom, run by the father of lies,
the Accuser, and many other names, even to more positive ones such as
the bright morning star. Many have noticed my 1980 song about shit
being all right has wild powerful symbolism behind all this,
especially when using the so-called reversing of things, one of
Satan's supposed tools. Well, it is a positronic-reality that things
reverse when the polarities are reversed in matter And energy. Atoms
with anti-protons and positrons, must spin in reverse direction, and
must create universes where all motion right down to the motion of
time itself; goes opposite to where atoms have the other charge. It
is old fashion to believe Satan uses a reverse of reality direction
as some type of device or power tool to accomplish its evil on this
world and its population. But there is indeed a great power behind
direction, and even though the present technology is many decades off
from even starting to play with these things; most advanced
scientists in any closely related other disciplines all know this is
truth.
Rather
than trying to open doors that are way ahead of present times; I can
always try talking around the subject. Stuff that has happened to me
in various places, by the way established paranormal researchers all
agree to in a general consensus, is that it is ME, and not something
emanating from the various places, be it at RPL in Camden, Tennessee
Avenue in Atlantic City, or Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, all in th
estate of New Jersey, USA. But they are all wrong. I am not haunted,
nor am I the one beaming shit off of myself and into the places where
I go. HALLS FAWCES however, the same ones that are behind why many
have seen so-called flying objects from out beyond, and aliens, and
all of that horse shit; is what is behind this deception as well.
There is no telling anyone about what I know as they hate me and
refuse to believe a word that I say. I will say that I had a major
interaction or HIE where I was in a parallel universe Cifaloglio, and
my daughter was there with me, and shortly after that, I was in
Diana's Code Cabin, and was told something that totally blew my dam
mind. No one needs to know more than this for right now!
DIANA
ARTEEMIS, WHILE DREAMING HERE.
MY
BED IS AWAITING YOU, LOVELY GIRL!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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