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People;
I had a horrible fucking night. I have recently been OK, but the
last few nights have been wicked as demonic fucking shit. The
wild roller coaster ride and triple witching Krassle Atlantic
Stock Market City stuff was powerful enough,but last night, I
went to sleep around eleven or so, and did I go into some heavy
dam ass shit, folks.
Lightning
was with me as lightning, and my daughter was there, and she was
insisting on my going with her to some really incredible place in
New York, and so I did, and it was very similar to the place I
worked in Jersey, Cifaloglio, only things were very different,
and it was sort of a shopping mall that was beyond enormous along
with a trucking company that also was beyond humongous.
Pennsylvanians will know when I say this, or at least those
living in or around Philadelphia, it was like two Reedman's. The
interaction was major, and my daughter, just like when she was
two up at her house, seemed to totally control the flashing
strobe or Diana. She had a bottle resembling a large Christmas
snow-shakle bottle, and she would shake it, and instead of lots
of fake snow moving all around a Christmas scene, it turned into
brilliant colored multifaceted dots of energy as well as
lightning bolts all in-between them. At the bottom where the
scene would be if it was a Christmas ball, was some kind of a
tiny speaker that allowed a voice to come out, just as I was
working on in the past in waking life, and made mention of it in
my 1994 book, 'TPB', and sure enough, when the bottle was shaken,
you could ask or say anything, and then you could hear my
daughter when she was two years old, answering back the
message-code. It was beyond cool, but things did not end cool. A
bunch of G-men from the cove-agency system surrounded this huge
place that had to be 20 square miles in size, and kept closing in
on all of us, while we kept attempting to avoid and elude them.
It grew more intense and far worse as this nightmare kept going.
I would wake up each hour in a cold or a hot sweat, as this
varied throughout the entire fucking night. I would wake up and
take more an dmore melatonin and nothing stopped me from going
right back into the Dark-Shadows DREAM-CURSE of Angelique DuBois!
I would drink a glass of fruit juice, take a piss, and once even
took a warm quick shower,
but I kept going right back into this. At the very end around a
quarter shy of seven, MC said to me, this is just the beginning
of your night terrors, if you don't quit talking about my family,
my plans for the cosmos, or me when I was Sarah on 10-SC Avenue.
She did give me permission to blog and say that much and tell
about this nightmare in full detail. So I did. All that anyone
needs to know here is that this was one powerful experience, and
especially following the one from the night before, at th
eHaddonwood Swim & Health Club, with mighty Patty-Paula
King!!!!
Not
even DICK WOOOOOOOOOLF
and his great gang of TV-TALENT could make up my life story, but
I learned very late in the two-centuries, that they were real
good at plucking my headlines and writing a lot around it. Still,
you marvelous Macy Bunch folks; how did you all know this about
me, decades before I did? This is what I need to talk to lovely
Hillary and great bill about, before it's too dam late and the
Antichrist takes over our planet in ten years or so!!!!!!!!! Holy
Moley Moley Ringworm scratchers.
MAJOR
COPYRIGHT PROOF THAT THE LOC KNOWS MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL &
POWERFUL:
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare
story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be
delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC,
(A&R), along with a copy of my song, written
early in 2000 at Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New
Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I think it
was part of the copyrighted music project called, 'Russ Walker's
Star Travelers of 1896'.
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Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
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1986
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Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
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2000
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Mohr,
Mark W., 1954-
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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1997
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Pau—stolen
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2013
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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!!!!!!!!!
THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD
CLEANING LADY!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM)
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
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