MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0003
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS
CHAPTER
3
So,
just how clueless am I destined to stay, Patty Hollister? Still, she
wanted me to use
this Fascitar
to make second-phase contact with her TAWF, but not on the waking
realm of this exact parallel universe. What happened over four
decades ago, was just phase-1-contact with TAWF and me. This is why
she left those magical papers in her trash can however, for my mom,
and her coworker, to find. How do I know this for certain you might
wonder. Well, I know this because Steve told me this. It seems she
had a shot too many one night at some bar in Gloucester, long ago,
and told him that. My query is, why am I the topic of so much
conversation, but that can all be psycho analyzed and super sleuthed
upon, later on. Right now, it is Lenny McKinnon, Abraham Lincoln, and
RPL Sound Studio, that needs to begin getting all tied together; in
ways that if no one is looking to find this; then it will remain
deeply buried below the ''PP surface of life'', on most realms,
forever.
Read
carefully now, and observe the date of post.
NOVEMBER
18, 2013,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 6:42
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
I
had plans this weekend to see Mikey on the island, but my horrendous
toothache put the kibosh on that. The agony was quite intense until
last evening after the weekend was over. Too coincidental to be a
coincidence, huh Mister Berra, well, I certainly agree with you old
pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm.
So
let us now talk about MIND
CONTROL,
and the Milituforce's endless fucking objective, of keeping
me totally isolated;
a fact that has been recognized and observed, by several persons in
my life, from David Roth, to other non certified nut jobs; and many
who are in quite the influential positions of mother fuckiGN power,
by the perspective of humankind measuring systems of life, and
successful interactions within it.
If
it is not Mike acting horrible and nasty for unknown reasons, then it
is my tooth, or was back then. But it is always SOMETHING, and THAT
is the unmistakable point that this blog is desperately attempting to
fucking make.
We
are going to tie in why the Milituforce has two main objectives with
me, relentlessly and fuckiGN forever, that has totally obliterated my
entire life as an adult on this planet as the current-me lifetime
person of Mark Wayne Mohr. 1) Keep me down and impoverished to the
maximum, and 2) keep me ignored, isolated, mistreated, persecuted,
abused, misunderstood, hated, and ten other similar goal adjectives.
But exactly how can all of this stuff, possibly connect into my job
in 1980 at the RPL Studio, our 16th
U.S. President, A.L., and record-promoter, William Leonard McKinnon
(Lenny)?
Explaining
that surface seeming enigma would take a long time, but to some of
you, as you read on, perhaps this will become more evident. In case
it does not, I'll get around to drawing you a real good road map
later on, but for now, just let me tell what needs to be told. I did
not begin to have weird parallel-universe interactions at Tom Reale's
home, and as some who read my first two years of original blogs, know
quite well, two major nocturnal interactions came upon me, before
the summer of 1970 ever got around to fucking happening at all. Then
came a real major one after I left Ventnor and Cornwall Avenue, with
the weird parallel universe eye doctor I was going to, while I still
had perfect vision, or near perfect perhaps. Still, the ''all of us
Krassee's like to protect our eyes'' ad-spot on the TV back in those
times, was yet another major thing that we will be dealing with, a
bit later fucking on, kind peeps. The two that I will address first,
are the time I bolted up around one or so in the morning on a
Saturday night, when my mom's boyfriend, Sidney Crown, was visiting
the apartment. I came rushing out to tell my mom exactly where I
would be staying at the shore, and this was before I even placed my
''situations-wanted advertisement, in the Press of Atlantic City. I
knew the Sands motel was near the place, and I was telling them
clearly, where this was, and sure enough, this motel was indeed, even
though I never knew it was there in waking life; just down the street
from the home that Tom Reale was to place me into, that is after UI
came to meet tom for the first time, two months in the future around
late May of 1970. Then the TAWF dreams while I WAS THERE AT THE
HOUSE, those serial dreams that just keep continuing onward, and were
beyond hideous and horrifying. But what tears it all and completes a
lot of cosmic hidden dots to a super powerful cosmic reality about
Almighty Scylla goddess, was the chain, back in December of 1969,
right about 40 years to the minute, that I ran away from New Jersey
for good, to escape the great WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF THE KINGS! Any
reader of the Holy Bible of Christianity, without being a degreed
seminary scholar, knows the powerful
religious significance to 40
god dam years,
not just Morianity,
and Mountainpen.
Hell folks, I don't make all this shit up. Don't give me the credit
for talent like this, whatever you fuckiGN cunt do,
pweeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!! The real joke on poor old clueless me, to
Scylla all this time, is that I fully know that it would take me
thousands of years to come close to figuring out all the things that
she has done to me since she arranged for us to meet on Tennessee
Avenue, half a century ago now, as SARAH! Sarah means many things if
you study any good book of words and meanings, two of the biggest
mean goddess or princess, and also diva. If all of this 1980 Love Is
For Carpenters (LOIS FOCA) stuff is just one big weird sets of wacky
outlandish coincidental events; it would beat any other known odds
for any event to happen on Earth, including being destroyed by cosmic
forces, or winning the biggest Power Ball lotteries. It simply put
people, is all real, and I am left to not only deal with this mess,
but on top of it all, have the most horrible fuckiGN nightmare life
imaginable. Even if I was Adolf Hitler in my previous life, as was
told to me by Astral Gods as well as powerful psychics, both in this
century, and the late prior century; I would not deserve quite this
bad of a cosmic penal compensation. This is not even measurable, and
goes fucking totally beyond torturous and unusual possible
punishments that any government, monarchy, or the Inquisition Powers
of yesteryear, could ever hope to dream up. As I stated earlier, do
you see how even without my directly doing it, this ties into, just
as I said it would, those things that I mentioned. Oh but how does
Mister Lincoln, you still may be asking? Well that is a reasonable
thing to be mulling over in your minds; so let me see if I can
further assist to clear that up for you. First off, this will take
ages to clear up the tiniest part of it, so don't expect what I write
at this very moment to just go poof, and your mind then goes, 'oh
yeah, right', to quote the great Scylla. But Abraham Lincoln had his
share of personal tragedies and secrets too, more tragedy than
secrets. There are other political figures in those times that are
also in that boat. Many historical geniuses know way more than I do,
except for a few hidden things known only by the Huntington family,
and probably I am the last surviving ear to most of these forbidden
tales. I will only say this much for now, ladies and gentlemen. The
number 5 is very powerful to those in the know, those Washington
dudes and maybe some duddesses, IN THE KNOW. This is not just a
number that represents a great life when used on life charts that
were once kept by mountainpen as a young man. This too is true, but
that is not all that there is to the great number five. The second
up-climb in numerology, of the 5-root, is 16. This is the eternal age
of Almighty Scylla (Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle), and it also
is the number in Presidential succession that Abraham Lincoln was, as
stated on Chapter 0001 of this blog-book. There is way too much more
to even think of tackling the smallest bit of it tonight, folks.
Sorry YO.
Somebody
somewhere did not like something!!!!
THE
MOTHER FUCKING ENEMY JUST CRASHED MY PROGRAM. THIS CAUSED ME TO SEE
BOTH THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME OF ONE ELEVEN ON MY SCREEN, AS WELL AS
PAGE ELEVEN OF MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ELEVEN, ON MY OPEN OFFICE DOCUMENT
PAGE. I HAD IT ALL BLOCKED WITH SCREEN BLOCKERS; LITTLE STICKY PAPERS
THAT COVER THIS 'FUCKIGN' MONSTER SHIT, AND
THEY WERE SOMEHOW ABLE TO WIPE ME OUT, KNOWING THAT CRASHING MY
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' SHIT, WOUILD CAUSE ME TO REMOVE THESE, AND SURE
ENOUGH, IT WORKED.
I will compensate with my FIVE NUMBERS, and then I will say something
I wasn't planning to say, but since they want to hurt me this mother
fucking badly, then all cunt chewing bets are now totally mother
fuckiGN off!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCC:
ALL
GENERAL ORDERS, ALL SPECIAL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN ALL MY
EVIL MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. A CRUSHED, SINGED, AND OBLITERATED IO IS ON
YOUR TB, AND YOU ARE BEING SET NOW AT MAX FULL POWER, WITH YOUR PPG
AT 11.8 IPNS, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR PPG ARE AT MAX FULL
POTENTIAL OF 11.5 IPNS. A PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT ORDER IS BEING
IMPLEMENTED. CONCENTRATE 100 PERCENT POWER AGAINST WHOEVER JUST DID
THIS TO ME TO MAKE ME SEE A SLEW OF ONES, AND ALL WHO THEY LOVE, AND
TOTALLY WIPE THESE MOTHER FUCKERS OUT FOREVER AND HARD. YOU WILL HEAR
THE OLD STYLE AT&T PHONE TONES, AS THE LONG 'EEEEE' VOWEL
SOUND PRINTED OUT. THE HIGH
TONE IS HIGHLIGHTED IN COLOR BLUE, AND THE LOW
TONE IS HIGHLIGHTED IN COLOR RED. COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D',
A/B TONE---PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, DESTROY ALL MY
ENEMIES, OR BE DESTROYED YOURSELF.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, G-1133, G-901, UNDER CG-5555, CG-18, AND STOP.
Sheriff
sir, there will be a lot of horrible shit that will happen very soon
to a lot of evil mother fucking people and sir, no one can prosecute
me for using a technology that is not yet understood let alone
legislated, and falls under the freedom of speech clauses of the
United States Constitution. Ain't fucking America great?
Hey
Gina, I told all of you, why won't anybody mother fucking believe me
for crissake????????
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
OCTOBER
18, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 2:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 63 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 65%, FEELING LIKE 82.
WIND
IS WNW-STEADY AT 3.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, OH LOVELY
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
KATHARINE
KNOWS HOW BADLY MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE BITES AND CHEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Apollo Astronaut Says UFOs Came to Prevent Nuclear War
Now
after reading a decade of my blogs; how can anyone not believe when I
say that something way bigger than any of this, is what is really
behind all of these dam magical powerful OZ curtains????????
Oh
SSJKK, I love playing your game called GTNOTG,
that you taught me out in infinity on your great street called,
Monolazarium Boulevard, in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. But
this game here and now, really really really really really really
really really really really really really sucks; lovely
lighthouse musical girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
0003
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
I
will make whoever out here doing this to me a huge fucking promise.
Before you get me, I will get you, from here to anywhere, including
WAYV. So keep fuckiGN with me, you dam pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Barnabas Collins told another Julia the very same thing. Am I right
or not, DARK SHADOWS FANCLUB?
SO
LET US TALK ABOUT THE MIDDLE NINETIES, AND THE GREAT ''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
GAME, OF SARAH KRASSLE.
The
middle nineties was not that different for me in one huge fucking
way, than the eighties and seventies and sixties were, as far as
those middle dam ass years. I look back, and cannot help but to
fucking see big huge hyper dam time, how the middle years of all my
decades in this life, ARE SUPER FUCKING MAJOR, one way or another. It
is merely that in the eighties, so was 1980, and so was 1983. First;
and only Professor Michio Kaku, of NYU, knows what is being said
here, and a few of his close colleagues perhaps as well; in the
middle nineties, shortly after Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis, told
me about her ''Cousin Stacey'' being involved in my eternal affairs;
the Planet Jupiter was visited by a major cosmic incident. There is
no way the name-coincidence double bubbled up with the time and year
coincidence, is indeed just fucking mere coincidence. I speak of
having the landlord by the name of Shoemaker, and the Chief of the
Atlantic City Beach Patrol by the name of Levy, as in the Comet Levy
Shoemaker, striking Planet Jupiter at exactly the time that all of
this began in my life. Jupiter is indeed a physical world counterpart
to the great Capitol City on the Astral plane, where Sarah Krassle
resides. The reasons that I went to Haddonwood, and joined this
swimming club on 27 June of 1994; was not rooted in any way, with
down to earth, logical rational things. It all had to do with my
knowing way deep down inside, that something in my life was beyond
wrong, beyond fuckiGN incredible, and beyond dam huge as
shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I heard a little birdie tell me, for lack of a
better way of saying this, folks; that I needed to join this club in
order to get on the path, towards finding some of these answers. If I
did not, I would be lost forever, or fucking
worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sounds totally fucking nuts and
insane, I know that, I hear my own fuckiGN words as I type them,
folks!!!!!!!!!! Yet I know that these words have fuckiGN power, and
they are 100% accurate and true, if anything can be true here in
waking fucking life, lads and lassies. You know people, I told on my
first two years of blogs, and it was recorded on my taped
life-journal as well, how am A&E biography of the great disco
diva, Donna Summer, was changed from a particular scheduled air time,
to one that was a month or so later in time; and I told you why. How
big is this, and just how does it fit into so many things, from car
crashes, to impossible strings of coincidental shit, to half a
billion dollars cold hard U.S. Money, and much more; my wonderful
Blogaud??????????? As I said, I don't have the energy to type all
morning long and wreck my sleep. So I am opening doors that are all
going to be carefully examined later on, or the rooms will be; after
these doors are indeed opened up. Scylla sent me one of her
unmissable messages back early in the year of 2009 up at FBI Agent
Steve Caruso's rental home in Hammonton-Berryville, New Jersey, when
I was in her great lake-house, and she had been busy removing all of
the hinges from all of the doors in the place. The bible comes more
alive in my life, than it does in the fuckiGN life of the last ten
popes, all put together!!!!!!!!!!! That's not a brag; people. It's an
admission to being in eternal mother fuckiGN goddess dam shit
swallowing hell!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'd
highly recommend that you stay tune for CHAPTER 0004. You're about to
get your dam ass socks blown off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I'm a
fucking dead man anyway, so I am going all the way to sink these fart
sniffing turds right down the girgler tank!!!
THIS
CHAPTER
THREE
OF
''MOST''
IS NOW OVER.
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0002
Lenny
did not understand, even though he shared with me the great words
that I heard spoken by Mister Louis Farrakhan last Saturday,
regarding the 400 year prophesied tyranny of Mister Black by Mister
White, that is up in the year of 2019; the age that I happen to turn
65 not Middle Road in Berryville, mind you, but age 65; but Lenny did
not understand or know, my secrets that even I did not know, OR DID
THE SON OF A BITCH????? Well naturally, we left off here the other
day, and the stock market never ever moves any place other than up
and up and up, just as I said. But did Mister Lenny McKinnon know
about me? Here are some very interesting things to sit down and
ponder over, that leads most rational thinkers to see that at least,
the possibility, if not the probability for this, does indeed exist.
Every single thing that Mister Louis
Farrakhan said back last Saturday, to me anyway, was total truth;
and I couldn't have agreed with him more, and
remember that I sit on some powerful secrets, and am seeing what he
said through my knowledge of those secrets. First of
all, I have lived as Mark Wayne Mohr for just under sixty-one years,
and never ever before or since, did anyone ever have any desire to
join in any way with me on anything. Oh and before you say, well,
that is because you had done some really good music, were working in
a sound studio at the time, and things just as a result, sort of fell
into place. Fine and dandy, but I have a little come back message for
anyone thinking that. In 2013 I copyrighted another project, only
this project connected into gigantic things such as mysterious
illnesses, the mistreatment of small powerless helpless people, by
large 'owner-America 1%ers', (the new and wonderful recent Alex Jones
topic of this decade by the way, and not invented or created by
little old dam me), and last but in no way least, even though I did
not work at RPL in 2013 as I did in 1980, way way way way more people
in many circles,not just entertainment, all knew I was there with a
powerful tale to tell, and that I was indeed for real, and the only
thing made up was the new rendition of an old song, written by me in
middle 1983. So my point here is not that just because I did this,
people should have come flooding around me and wanting to know more,
even though in any real world I lived in 40 years ago, that would be
the case; but that back in 1980, what happened then, if one was to
take a look at my entire life as if done in one of those near death
experience so-called life reviews, where an entire life is examined
over a dead body on a medical table, then what happened in 1980 with
Howard and Lenny, was the unusual item that never really should have
or would have happened, based on my entire combined other life
experience; so it begs the question quite beyond life sized and super
gargantuan; “Why did this all go down in 1980 the way that it did”?
But
before I try wearing out all of the super sleuth queries that pertain
to this 4-demo-1980 deal in my year-1980 life, let me talk about the
actual man that the Chief Engineer introduced me to, Lenny McKinnon.
First, he was the first openly white hating and extremely prejudiced
black person who I had met in my two and a half decade short life at
the time, so why get involved with a white songwriter, me; when
songwriters are more ubiquitous and all around everywhere, than
Johnny Appleseed's apple seeds? It makes zero sense on its face
without even delving into it at all. But quite obviously, there are
tons more things, when looking back and remembering it all at a safe
hindsight distance; that are making the plot to all of this just keep
growing thicker and thicker and thicker! In other words in first
grade writing, Lenny sure didn't need me if he was looking for a
songwriter or ten, to promote. He despised me, so why did he want to
get involved? And the bigger why is, even though he did come into the
RPL Sound Studio to do some of his other stuff, why would Howard and
him start talking about me or my insignificant four recently cut demo
tunes, when I am always the invisible man who spends a lifetime in
total obscurity? First, they had to bring the topic of ME up, in the
first place. Then a general interest in my music had to become topic
of some kind of their conversation. Then the third move from zero to
where they talk to me about stuff, happens. Never ever has anything
like that, before or since, happened to me. If I was just 30 or so,
maybe this would not be all that big of a deal, but whether any of
you reading this can dig it or not; double that 30 to a 60 year span
of life, and it really is something to scratch your head over, but
that is just if all there was to all of this shit, was this. IT
WASN'T. Every time Lenny would call me up at 1802 Robin
hill, many times on weekends, and a few times in the afternoon before
I started my shift of 4-12:30 at the RPL job, he would record the
conversation. Like clockwork, I heard the cassette tapes being either
flipped over from side A to side B, or changed from one tape to
another tape. He would tell me, “Just a second” and then I would
clearly hear this, every single thirty minutes like clockwork. He
engaged me in long conversations, about a lot more things than just
music. This is why I make the joke about his weak bladder. He had no
weak bladder and was not pausing to grab a quick piss, but instead,
he was changing tapes.
So
do I believe that Lenny, the great promoter; knew the big family
skeleton, back in the summer time of 1980; when my Chief Recording
Engineer at RPL Sound Studio Labs, introduced the two of us, after I
cut those four demo tunes, THE MORNING LIGHT,
LOST LOVE, LONG RIVER BLUES, and LOVE SO HIGH? ''You
bet your ass'' I do! But as
more time passed, I began to find the man quite distasteful and ugly
for a wide variety of reasons, and so did my mother. He seemed to
have more of a role in my life than being a business associate. One
day on a weekend day, early in the autumn somewhere, he began talking
to me about the very same thing, that the Minister L.F. Was talking
about a week ago in Washington, DC at the 20 year anniversary of the
MMM. It was exactly the same thing, only I did not hear LF refer to
it as the Rastafarian movement. The dates all matched, and it was an
incredible story. I heard it for the first time while I was watching
and hearing the man speak to the crowd, or did I? It wasn't until
hours afterward, while watching some other show on TV, that bells
went off in my head and made the connection to 35 years ago with LM.
Now some people may think that the only reason I make a big deal out
of this is because that period in my life was pretty wild compared
with the otherwise more quiet and bored times, at least until the
second half of the eighties came along and my problems with the
Milituforce began. Also, some may see this as my sour grapes over
giving him 700 dollars and getting back only an ocean of insults and
not only no help at all promoting my music, but somehow selling it or
whatever he did without proper authorization, to Robin Gibb and Marcy
Levy. One of th ebiggest tricks back then, was searching copyright
holders who wrote some really cool arrangements but only said on the
copyright forms that protected their work, ''words & music''.
This way,l a new song could be written AROUND the tune of an
arrangement, without infringing legally on that copyright holder's
work, and denying them a good legal case, or any remunerative sharing
in profits resulting from a hit song. I can never prove any of this,
but one of these four songs he was handling was LOST LOVE. Two weeks
after we met, this song began to pop onto the Billboard HOT-100
chart, and started dropping down towards low top ten numbers very
fast, week after week. It was called, “Help Me”. Maybe the title
should have been, “We Help Our-Self”, but in any case, the
coincidence was impossible to ignore, and yet there is still more to
tell. When we got together in Philly a few times, I had to board a
train to get back to the Ferry Avenue Camden Train Station of the
PATCO High Speed Line, and then drive into my job at RPL. But one
time in particular, I had driven into the city and met Lenny at the
Redding Terminal, as he had taken the train into Philly from his home
out in Redding, Pennsylvania. When we had finished up some business,
he said to me, “Take me over to Sigma”. I did, and I saw him go
inside. He knew these people well. This was the largest Philadelphia
recording Studio back then. They did all of the top A-List musical
people's recording who were in that area as opposed to out west on
the coast or up in New York City. It was owned by the illustrious
dudes, Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff. Lenny referred to them later on
as, ''his pals''. Some readers of this blog may or may not remember
that one particular day where I picked Lenny up at the Redding
Terminal. We went somewhere and when we crossed over Broad Street in
Philadelphia after we had finished, the light had turned red and I
was stopping my car. He suddenly pulls out a big 45 piece and says to
me that if I don't go through the light, he'll blow my dam head off.
Howard Solomon later told me that day at the RPL Studio when I
arrived and into the shift after all the day people were gone ad we
could talk in a quieter and more private environment; “Oh he was
just horse shitting with you”. Yeah, my ass!
Jane
Whoreweeds Sleazedisease just got me again with her fuckiGN page
eleven of eleven. Let me compensate with my dam five numbers, please
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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YOU
DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE YOUR FUCKING MISERABLE GUTS,
DEAR JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do
I believe, that this getting together of Howard Solomon---Chief
Recording Engineer, myself, and Mister McKinnon; was some powerful
accident? Do I believe this was NOT some huge
set up, for some wild outlandish, and totally bizarre reason?
NO and NO; would be my response!
Now let me speak a second or so about the four demo tunes, which is a
long story from the tales of the weird before we even get started.
But keeping things all normal and surface level, for the great PP my
EX-partner of SPR; two of these four tunes were country-rock which
had not been invented yet. Instead of liking the idea that was a
dozen years ahead of its time when finally it was introduced as
“HOT-COUNTRY”, they shunned me as the musical space cadet. WEIN?
Still, the other two tunes were done in a light mellow disco style.
Now the hot-country tunes were sung by Andrews. I met him at Al
Pileggi's basement in Westmont, New Jersey, just a block away from
where I attended the seventh and the eighth grade, at the Haddon
Township High School. They were in a small band. Bob painted houses
in the summer time in 1975, and was trying to get a job in Camden, at
some big place; and later on, he did become employed there, before
waking up one day, suddenly yearning for a public service career in
the Congress. He ran for President back in the 2002 Democratic
Convention. After this did not work out, he settled back as
congressman, and does a fantastic job. I of course could tell a
mountain more things, but who'd believe any of it? Still, as with
Howard and Lenny, there is a lot more to a lot of this stuff. If
you're asking me to go from 'A' to 'Z' without saying anything
esoteric about my DEMOS-DAYS, then forget it, as it won't be
happening. There is a force that goes far beyond the Planet Earth,
and they don't waste time coming to us in ships, and looking all
weird. But they are involved in the lives and reality of this world,
giving us our religion, our accelerated evolving process, and our
fingers and hands off more than just Donna summer's 1982 trigger of
love, but the World War 3 civilization termination buttons. If some
of us see things, well, the eyes normally see the stimulus around us
and then tell the brain through an Electro-Chemical process, just
what is being observed. But in rare cases, a direct mind link can be
established, and cause the eyes to see not the outside stimulus, but
rather, the inside mind. I happen to believe fully, because of my
life's experience and nothing else, in what I have labeled and called
without reservation or hesitation; the Exploratronic Supermind
Society (ESS) for a short abbreviation. Do I believe that certain
points and items, in our lives personally, as well as in larger
grouped reality items, be this nations or corporations or what have
you; are for reasons we may not see or understand one little bit;
being both observed, and even interacted and interfered with? No I
don;t believe this. I FUCKING TOTALLY KNOW THIS ladies and gentlemen
of the BFA, and anyone else out here reading this blog.
Now
how does this all connect my being a coffee-cream, Abe
Lincoln, the demos and the year
of 1980, and so very much more, from
Atlantic City and the TAWF,
to the great Plank Gods; well this
may take a while to really dig into all of this heavy meat.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I will sure try! In the mean time, I will not
stop telling you the hell that I go through 24-7-364.2422 right here
and now. It is just that I need to start some really big retaliation
for the total destruction and devastation of my life that has been
obliterated either by some cruel part of the fucking ESS, or by those
in the BFA who hate anyone who is a larger than normally connected
part, to the ESS. Just because I do not believe in the UFO phenomenon
in the same way that the UFO buffs do, does not mean that I am not
incredibly fucking interested in some of these folks who have had
''LIFE EXPERIENCES'' with these items. I would give anything to know
some of these people and be in with them. I have heard, that they
too, just as with me, have, or lots of them have, very failed lives,
very spurious events in their lives from mystery illnesses to people
shunning them to a million other horrible fuckiGN things, and on and
on I could go. I have also heard some are persecuted and harassed as
am I, and as with me, we just never can get to the bottom of it, who
is doing this to us, and why, and so forth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
I can say, is that I do keep my word, and my enemies know that. If
they allow me to live, I will not rescind or renege. I have very very
little in the world, materially, but I have my good name and good
word, actually, via the kidnapping, my good name and credit are gone.
Still, I have not lost my word and my honor. I can sit here all up
set, or I can just keep marching along strong in the knowing that I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty evil
Milituforce!
Now
I remember making this deal. If they do not allow me to live, then I
will talk and say all manner of things. I may not be believed, but
after my blood is fucking spilled, it will automatically give my
words a lot more credibility. Who is going to just lie and lie and
lie, when they are dying and facing an angry and almighty god, who
claims to hate liars, a direct quote from the bible, as SATAN is the
father of all lies, and god does hate Satan, evil, and sin, so make
no mistake about it.
But
now, suppose I close out today with a tiny bit of talk about Patricia
Hollister. No I don't have all the answers, and no I don't have all
of the possible facts all neat and straight, like a ton of dam ducks
all lined up nice and neat in a perfect row. I have to go with what I
can get, which never is very much in this dam life, including
information that may just come many times to me, second and even
third or fourth hand. But I did tell the great Lenny McKinnon, that I
know first hand, quite a few things, and that I would call my old
educator if I had to, Mister Marcucci, and to get him and his threats
made to me, ''that he owned me forever'', to stop; I would be willing
to even ''get him the Beatles''. I am sure Mister Marcucci would have
arranged for his great sixties buddies to speak to him, if that is
what he wanted. Me, I just wanted to escape him, music, and all of
it, forever! Well, they don';t let you out of the mafia, not even if
you offer them bowl after bowl of super oats, eaten in Carnegie Hall,
NYC-USA! Speaking of the mafia however; just why that dude from 'L&O'
came to Griffin Pipe a dozen years ago to talk to me, after I gave
the god of the Ring River, Psyche Myrathus, who went by the human
identity of Steve 1986-Jobs Murray; a really cool guitar vocal tape
of lovely deceased Karen Carpenter, from the great powerful RPL
Overage-File of 1980, that would have been toast and ash if I had not
taken it home when I did, with permission of course, from
Printer-Boss, Mike Walters; a cool dude, after you got to know him
for a while.
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP
FOREVER LIVELY GINA, I TOLD YOU!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
OCTOBER
17, 2015,
LATE
SATURDAY MORNINGNIGHT AT 10:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-81/L-75).
WIND
IS NE AT 8, WITH GUSTING TO 18.
HUMIDITY
IS 57%, FEELING LIKE 82.
Many
people have no shame at all. Remember that a parallel universe exists
somewhere, where you are me and I am you, for all those out here that
this may pertain to. When you do horrendous junky stuff unto your
brother, you do it to yourself, fifth dimensionally. It took the
MASTER to understand this; and he was smart enough to never try and
explain it the way Morianity tries, and fails at it so perfectly!!!!
It
may be only my opinion, but I have been its target even before it was
used in Waco, Texas against David Koresh and the Branch Davidian Cult
in the early nineties.
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY AMERICA. WHAAAAAAA!!!
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how the project with 'Atlantic
Queen',
is perfectly 'sandwiched in-between', no, not a Subaru Car Commercial
and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and
Directors; but in this case; between two MAJOR
OTHER PROJECTS,
that seem to have effected my entire life, in ways that go beyond
phrases like, mind bending and brain breaking and bone chilling. You
get the general idea here, folks!!!!
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Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Oh
boy, this fucking cam totally stinks!!! Why won't this reset and
repair, YO??????????????????????????????????
Yes
sir, in a few years, I will be swimming in the moolah. But not
because of any lawsuit. Things are way more complex than any lawsuit
could ever be, and they can be quite mother fucking complex, I assure
you, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot of fucking jerk offs are clueless to
how to properly ask the great cat, anything at all, and get very
accurate fuckiGN answers. This is a skill that takes years to learn,
as it does not just predict. It forces a user to work out exact words
and phrases that make reality equalize and paint stories and answers
with numbers that are either compatible or not. Once you map out
something that works for a year for example, say maybe, keeping track
of whether college football teams win on games with opponents who can
be traced back accurately with several items connected, such as
weather, home or away game, streaks, and all sorts of neat little
things. When you get a game showing a compatible match for winning
under these circumstances for a whole year, then you ask the same
question, word for word, and this means you say, ''Penn State wins'',
and get the PCN for that. Then you plug in the PCN to five other
things. When the same things will be in play on a current game, you
plug in the date. If it is this day, October 17, 2015, you have to
get the PCN of that date. You also have to have a PCN for ''Penn
State loses''. When you get a compatible answer from the 2 PCN'S, for
winning or losing, then it signals NO BET. But if the WIN-PCN is
compatible, and the LOSE-PCN is not compatible, then you are safe to
play Penn State to win. For book point spreads, things of course will
get very complicated, and you need to put the GAWNUM equations on
some sort of a computer program that you can load in, and just type
things and then entering it will produce the PCN for whatever you
typed on the keyboard or spoke into your microphone.
These
mother fuckiGN jerk offs make that loud drilling sound seven days a
week. I t has gone on for a month and is every single day.
Mikey
is a super jerk off asshole who missed out on a real good thing, and
he can go straight to hell, him and his pal asshole fucking crook
Jasper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you try to do nice things for folks,
and they enjoy spitting all over you.
Dawn
really did in fact, bring it on. We all know that. Hopefully now, a
cosmic justice will punish her for hurting an already tormented soul
so badly, after I did no more than favor after favor for this
wretched entity, that passed herself off for a human being.
Here
comes another fire alarm at 11:27. Lots of doors, then the drilling
and that was early today also at 7:30, now a fire alarm, and they are
coming back strong again. Yes Dawn, you really did keep your promise,
and so did your rotten ass mom. You guys brought it on all right, and
took me straight to fuckiGN cunt lapping HELL!
I
think a lot of people are just totally clueless, from the greatest
scientific minds to the greatest folks of holiness and the cloth.
That is just my little and meager 'IMHO', but the mighty Mashell
Daniels of 1980, did and I imagine still would, entitle me to it.
Thank you great lovely MD, AKA 'Doctor-RPL'.
Between
my late relative, Heinz Gottwald permitting me,
and
you entitling me;
maybe
I should be doing a little better by now in this horrible life. Only
guess what you two; I AM NOT. All I am, Prophets of Nothing out
there, is
''I
AM HERE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Ringworm Scratching Molly Moley without any meal-clubs or great
classic teen movies. Teen bitches, chemtrails, Sally Starr imitating
daughters, and so much more; YO when will it all ever end, Almighty
Scylla Goddess? Do
I stay so clueless forever, that I too will be clinging to a pool
wall in the deep end,
and looking like a total fool, now or twenty years ago
Well,
stay tuned for more, and find out how clueless I am destined to stay,
Patty Hollister. Still, she wanted me to use this Fascitar to make
second-phase contact with her TAWF. What happened half a decade ago,
just was phase-1-contact with TAWF and me. This is why she left those
magical papers in her trash can for my mom to find. How do I know
this for certain you might wonder. Well, first off, it is 35 past 11
and the fire alarm was just deactivated by the Fire Company. Second
off, I know this because Steve told me this. It seems she had a shot
too many one night at some bar in Gloucester, long ago, and told him
that. My query is, why am I the topic of so much conversation, you
know, Howard and Lenny at RPL half a dozen years later, and then back
then, with Steve and Patty?????????? How would Mister future Director
of the great powerful FCC say that, “Vely vely intelesting”? Yeah
old buddy, it really fuckiGN is, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS
CHAPTER
2
WHERE
ARE ME' BUCCANEERS???????
THEY'RE
UNDER ME' BUCKIN' HAT, LADY.
Now
don't you get too cozy there, Patty and Steve, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STAY
TUNED FOR CHAPTER 3.
Come
on guys; I need a break from this shit!!!
Mountainpen;
along with the
AG,
and
the Sheriff.
END
TRANSMISSION!
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0001
The
dirt bag nabe slammed in for a final time at just past three this
morning, in case any law enforcement people could care less about my
attempted murder by pure thugs and animals. This blog will get into
some things that hopefully will clear up quite a few unanswered
questions that some may have. This tends to happen when a blogger
doesn't feel the need to live at the surface level of life all the
time, the way almighty Paul Pedersen wanted me to do, back up in
Joysey. I tend to get pretty far out and way out, and then I do not
always come back and properly land, and give a full or detailed
accurate account of my opinions or even my ideas about many things
that are quite basic. In other words, I talk about family, I talk
about the record promoter Lenny McKinnon, and I talk about our
sixteenth American President, Mister Lincoln, being my hero. But then
I fail to ever tell where I stand on hot button issues, you know,
like RACE. This blog will clear a lot of things up, and maybe when it
is over, my blog will be. Still, maybe it just act to put steroids on
my very small unpopular whittle blog. One never knows the future
result of a present action, merely that one does follow, as this
seems to be a cosmic law that was figured out long ago, by Sir Issac
Newton. Let me get into the meat and heart of shit, without wasting
any more time and throwing any more fat in on the dinner plates.
First
off, I enjoyed Saturday's replay of the great 1995 “Million Man
March” on the Book Review Cable Channel, here in Fort Pierce,
Florida, that is channel number 26. Lenny
McKinnon told me back in 1980, a very major powerful thing,
in-between the times he would call me a honky and tell me that I
brought him over here in a boat. I took this because I know he
had every right and reason to be angry with the white-man, and I
tried not to be hurt, or internalize this to my feelings; despite
his supposedly being my record-promoter.
Now a child, born in a fools pot, and living there straight to
adulthood; knows there is a whole lot more to this, but that
other crap just ain't real dam relevant for what is going to be
discussed, so it isn't coming in, at least for right now.
Heaven, my great TAWF family connections to Mister Atlantic City
Reale, and so much more, from lovely Mister property damager and
local big bully Robert McGuire, and the entire order following army
of that area; is all great topic for future conversation, also in
more down to Earth and far less esoteric detail. Stuff that you know,
most normal people would rather read, over what I write, and is why
my blog is unpopular and not in the millions of total reads after
years and years. This will be replacing that, at least for a while.
Laugh
all you want to, other cawks out here; but every
single thing that Mister Louis Farrakhan said back last Saturday, to
me anyway, was total truth, and I couldn't have agreed with him more,
and remember; I sit on some powerful secrets,
so my horizons may just be larger than those judging him, or me; or
our expressed thoughts. For one example, yes Lincoln was a
hero of mine. But people in my family back then, passed onto my grand
mother; that a powerful witch was in his life, in the two decades
preceding his presidential administration. Do any one of you out
there think that I can personally identify with his hidden gem of a
power-house secret, our great PRES-16 and his DARK SHADOW? And yes,
he was #16. This is no ordinary number; from the letter 'P', to the
true eternal age of the Almighty SSJKK, and way way way way way more;
but not for today, and this blog. So why my hero, when I am all for
freedom, no slavery, equal rights carried out to the extreme and
ultimate degree, at least in the USA, since I
am totally against our quintessential hippocracy, to boss
other nations around, with that human rights crap; when
we have anything BUT HUMAN RIGHTS for so many of us here in fucking
America, just as the great man, Mister L.F. Said last dam ass
Saturday. Why Spell-Checker has no correct word or spelling, I
don't know; as I am 100% perfectly fucking positive that this word
exists. I've god dam heard it used all of my current-me lifetime
which is just shy of sixty-one years, but back on point, shall we,
folks? I was speaking for what then was called, ''the union'', and
now would be quickly in our times a buck and a half later, simply
called, AMERICA; and being who I was born as, 90% Caucasian, and ten
percent super family closeted secret, NOT; this just made him my
hero, from all the propaganda bull shit that I learned in the school
system, and as we all learn in the school system. I am more angry at
all of the white man's bullshit, than the African Americans, and here
is why. I have come to learn that coffee-creams such as me are hated
more by the billionaires, than any of the races are, coffee, or
cream, because we are the race of people who could gray it all out
over time, and all real movers and shakers, black and white, most
likely fear us and hate us the most, and covertly just may be behind
our lives destruction, more than I ever gave thought or attention to
in the past, ninety-nine times over, and a million marchers on
Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do
I believe Lenny the great promoter knew the big family skeleton, back
in the summer time of 1980, when my Chief Recording Engineer at RPL
Sound Studio Labs introduced the two of us, after I cut those four
demo tunes, THE MORNING LIGHT, LOST LOVE, LONG RIVER BLUES, and LOVE
SO HIGH? ''You bet your ass'' I
do, little Annie Cornfields Blowback Fieldreams
Cutterlaw!!!!
Do
I believe, that this getting together of Howard Solomon---Chief
Recording Engineer, myself, and Mister McKinnon; was some powerful
accident? Do I believe this was NOT some huge
set up, for some wild outlandish, and totally bizarre reason?
NO and NO; would be my response
to this, under oath, not under oath, or under any circumstances
imaginable; World Court at the Hague, and Federal Bureau of
Investigation of 1988, up at your dam Cherry
Hill, New Jersey Offices, that back then were on Route 70, right near
the office of the Assistant to the Governor, William Reed. Yes
blog readers, they put me on their famous “back
burner”, to quote them; when I went into them with all of
this back then. Worst still, my old pal Rob Andrews, totally ignored
me, and mishandled things; when I visited him eight years later at
his office, in Somerdale, New Jersey; across from the train station
of the PATCO High Speed Line Train, and told his two snotty
assistants, Mister Phil Patru, and Mister Steve Peterson, about my
Atlantic City situation, with the near-future name-known clan of the
Callio-McGuire-King people, and much more. But one thing, unlike
the FBI Office of Cherry Hill in 1988, that I WILL GIVE to the
Congressman's Office in 1996, was that they did investigate my
aerial problems, and eventually concluded that I had some real
problems that they just were not able to further assist me with,
after Admiral Perry refused to reply or respond, to two official
letters written on Congressman Robert Andrews Stationary, by Mister's
Patru and Peterson.
I
would tell all of you to get a life, but not one like mine. I promise
you that total boredom beats the crap out of this fucking horrible
shit. Still, you CAN SEE how a lot of my shit, peaked the interest of
many people, and some quite prominent. But that is as meaningless
right now in the grand scheme of my eternal hell, as a boy out on
lake fishing in his boat, and after catching a ton of fish, a tiny
little ant crawls across his motor and into the water, and drowns.
I'm not trying to be Orson Ferris Wheel Wells here, or the third man,
but some things, great as they may appear, just vanish like a due in
a morning mist, when the whole picture starts to fucking illuminate
all of the numerous dots that are involved.
So
on one hand, we have the great Mister Abe 'Lincoln' saving his great
union, America, from being divided, and most likely shortly
thereafter, conquered by one or more of our not all that friendly
world neighbors, of those times and days. But
still, my hero because he was for human rights??? Not
hardly. He saw trying to free Mister Black, as a political
move to bolster his career, and also, to preserve and protect,
his precious union, Mister America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTT, he
had other things going on, that you will all have to either take me
at my word for, regarding a woman that did not make it into the
history books, or most likely, you won't
take me at my word, and I can offer up no proof at all,
beyond my word and my good name, and my family with its so many dark
and preserved secrets from fucking hell!!!
Thanks
for the ONES, Mizz Sleazebuckets Fondascuz. I now need to fucking
compensate with my dam FIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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First
off, what Lenny did not understand, even though he shared with me the
great words that I heard spoken by Mister Louis Farrakhan last
Saturday, regarding the 400 year prophesied tyranny of Mister Black
by Mister White, that is up in the year of 2019; the age that I
happen to turn 65 not Middle Road in Berryville, mind you, but age
65; but Lenny did not understand or know, my secrets that even I did
not know, OR DID THE SON OF A BITCH?????????
SO
STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 0002.
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