CHAPTER
12, MOST-AMP, © 2006-2015, MWM.
You
need to view and enjoy, two fantastic movies of the past late
century; THE
TRUMAN STORY
and
LAWN
MOWER MAN-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0012
I
got on this machine around five minutes past mother fucking one of
the clock, and took an immediate major black hack computer illegal
attack, Mizz Stacey 1981 Lattisaw!!!!!!!!!!!
All
I was going to do was a very quick blog to let the world I had a
better day on Wednesday, one of the best weekday days in months,
since this major ongoing problem that I have with my war with WALL
DEMONIC STREET!!!!!!!!! But the mother fucking MILITUFORCE obviously
had other plans, and hacked me big hyper ultra fucking ass time, YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was on this day here in the Eastern Coast of America, at the
beginning of a fucking cunt Thursday morning, 22 October, of 2015; YO
DOGS!
Here's
what cock sucking happened, great people out here. My automatic pop
up app loaded in, TWB, and then
that occasional error message
pops up on top of that, where you have three choices; and you never
know which will stop this screen from reappearing again; the YES, the
NO, or the RED
X.
Mizz Camp Chesapeake, Maryland Louise Hendershodt,
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
However,
I clicked three times on all three fucking possible places to click,
and the shit would not let me out of the Computer
Maze
hack, and I'll call this new freeze of trapping me yet not totally
all keys frozen, the CM-HACK
ATTACK.
These monster mother fuckers, just as WPIX-TV back in 1988, told me;
will not ever “give
me a moment's peace for the rest of my life”,
a direct quote, from a fantastic television documentary, called,
“UFO-THE COVER UP”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
PEEPS, YO; this takes me to a very simple mother fucking pernt,
Mister Archibald Queens-NYC Norman Lear Bunker, my great
BLOGAUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some cosmic force is behind this
wild nightmare game, that I have been thrust into; first
by just being cunt lapping born as MARK WAYNE MOHR, on December 4,
1954,
at 9:30 AM, at the Bryn Mawr Hospital, in Montgomery County,
Pennsylvania, in Bryn Mawr; and then again in larger fucking stages,
as time went on; right up to the two huge ones of August 15, 1986,
and then a slightly less intense one, but still beyond fucking total
nightmare hell; on July 16, 1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
the powerful shit in all of this; is that this led up to a particular
place in my life, in 1983; when I built the in-between sized model of
KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE,
or just Magnesonic, for short. The smaller model that was not really
connected into any one housing, was completed around the middle
summer time of 1980, and then the largest scale machine that removed
the music and keyboard part from the other crap, was completed in the
summer time of 1985, built in Camden, New Jersey, USA, from my
HUD-House, that I bought in 1984; and had that horrendous fuckiGN
incident with those asshole mother fuckers, Marc Marini, and Bob
Patterson Cheatley.
©
2006-2015, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
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BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
OCTOBER
22, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 1:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-78/L-78).
WIND
IS E AT 11, AND STEADY.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 82.
WHAT
WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR
COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DENNIS SNYDER 9
TIMES OVER, “IS
JUST REALITY, SON!!!!!!!!!!!
And whether or not it MATTERS, or doesn't MATTER; don't let them
touch, huh Cuzz Don, back in August of 2009!!!!!!!!
YOU
KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT
BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING?
IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING
NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY.
NOW WE ARE ALL DEMANDED AND COMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER
MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND
I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T NATURAL,
AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE GOING
NUTS, ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE, RIGHT
DOWN TO AMERICA'S GUN VIOLENCE SPREE OF TH EPAST 20
YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
in case you don't yet know, sure there is a god almighty and there
is a Satan-devil. But god ain't white bearded, a guy, or sitting
on a dam fucking throne with some asshole on each side of 'him'.
Satan the devil has no pitch fork, no horns, and definitely, give
me a fucking break, NO TAIL! His only tail is that dumb tale. This
power exists, and it is real. It is not some silent dead cosmos
out there. This force is cosmos, it has two sides to its coin, and
it chooses different players inside itself to play all sorts of
wild incredible games with. BUTTTTTT,
when it is all said and done;
from
nuclear war, to meteor strikes wiping out large animals sixty-five
million years ago, and again
with that 65number,
but
all of it, GAMES---GAMES---GAMES;
AND
HERE IS ANOTHER
GAME,
called symbolism!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS—-GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH
KRASSLE---ESS,
or the great and powerful (GAP) Exploratronic
Supermind
Society!!!!!!!!!!
Whether
shopping for a home or a car or a giant TV set; or looking for
symbolic parallels to life's many mysteries; seek and we will
find. I don't say that. The gods say that, or the greatest of all
of them, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. I'd never ask you to just
listen to my ideas or words. Open up the freaking bible!!!
THERE ARE MORE HORSES
ASSES THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, DAVID
CHARLES ROTH!!!
REAL
MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND
RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE
TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.
Now
since I am doomed to die a horrible death at the hands of this
oppressive evil empire (United States of America), for reasons to be
quite frank, totally elude me yet a four year old suffering through
my hell would know that it is totally real and true; but since I am
doomed anyway folks, I will start telling you things that even my
blogs never planned to reveal, at least as openly as I will get as we
move this along.
Let
me speak of my weakness that they knew they could cash in on whenever
they needed to trump my king on the chessboard of life and laugh out
at me, check maitee. My glandular disorder that I have now come to
believe was somehow given to me by a powerful force that knew I would
die from AIDS, when even I did not know I had this brand new disease.
I still don't know when it came on me while at Mars, but it seemed to
happen when I did something one morning while waiting for the print
shop to open, that needs not be gotten into, as it is quite nasty. If
you really are cleverly still alive with your mom and on some
tropical island under another name, DAVE ROTH; they did a much better
job on your fake course than they did with my mother in 2000 at that
viewing. But if you are alive and reading this, explaining why your
Style Court cousin is a literal Twinbay to you, so maybe he should be
called Twindave, but yes, it explains why he had no interest in
following up with me regarding your murder and that of your mom, by
mister Jonathan Schau of Philly's Drake Towers. In any event, the
fucking crumb stole all of your life insurance money which led to
your mom getting a heart attack just days or so after you hit the
fucking grave, unless it was all a big fake balloon hoax child scale
of nine years earlier. Anyway, I know what you did that night at the
Crystal Lake Diner when I didn't like that lousy buttered bagel, so
don't hand me any shit about my wackiness. Still, things all
happened, and there's no turning the mother fucking clock back. I got
sick fast and was almost dead in a few months, but I survived. But I
wouldn't have survived past 1983 or so if an incredible astral world
teenager had not intervened somehow. She and her wild powers from the
heavens, managed to create the IMM Corporation along with many other
things that I can get into later on. I think I would have been better
off dying the way I was meant to, but SHE RULES THE COSMOS. LSS, a
while ago, most who read this blog, remember the Marvin Gaye crap we
heard buzzing all over the TV-news and SM. It was all about his song
being ripped off by this new current times artist, don;t begin to ask
me his name or the group's name, as you know, I don't know one of
these fucking assholes from another, and could care fuckiGN cunt
less. BUTTT and I do mean BIG FUCKING ASS BUTTTTTT; folks, this is
the exact time, when I popped off on my blogs about my connections
with stuff like this and gave you the details; tiny as my pathetic
little fuckign following may be; but THAT is when the law was
suddenly changed, regarding NO MORE COMPUTERIZED PHARMACY ORDERING
ALLOWED ON THE MEDICINE I TOOK FOR 31 YEARS, AND ONLY PAPER SCRIPS
ALLOWED. They knew Doctor Omar the dirt hole did not do paper scrips,
it was either allowed on the system, or it was not. The psych place
said it is not against the law for a doctor to prescribe my
medication, if it is under the psych-dosage of 2-Milligram max. This
is a 14/week Mg dosage. For 31+years, I had been on 28 Mg. Before I
die, I will take to the World court at the Hague, all of this, plus a
powerful tape that proves Cuzz Trump knew these FAWCES all along, as
it was not me who was doing this traveling, despite what some people
mistakenly believe. They all know I am sitting on proof that time
travel has indeed been cracked, and is being
used!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To them, I am way beyond a fucking pariah.
What I am to these fawces of Mister Hall, make even a PARIAH to the
millionth power look tame, as no way to describe my shit, does
justice to it. The most powerful part of all is that I never knew any
of this until well after I came to Florida and left the nightmare New
Jersey life behind, or so I mistakenly mother fucking thought that I
had, and was quite wrong! But my point for
right now, is that I can prove this law passed to choke me to death
covertly, was a direct result of my daring to openly tell you all
that shit, after the Marvin Gaye plagiarism incident made the news.
The timing was precise. In any event, this only scratches a
small surface, but it does tell you what I am dealing with. If
these industry trash can have a law passed, proving the lobbyist
billionaire Washington Conspiracy beyond any shadow of fucking doubt;
with this example being a perfect reflection of that reality; then my
thinking there is any hope or any chance, remaining in this
oppressive and totally sick deranged evil empire, with any quality of
life or now it seems, any life at all; and I can just totally forget
about it, BRO!!!!!!!! Mouse jumping
started up after I said this, FCC McDowell, but then, we both know
you're hands are tied, and you cannot help me. I once thought Mizz
Bondi could, and later came to learn that she wants me dead too,
Sheriff Mascara. Oh she'll deny it, Kenny my boy, I don't expect
anyone to ever go to bat for me in all of this. But just hope and I
am dead ass fuckiGN serious, just hope to the gods, that after I am
gone, that my shit doesn't ever fall off on any of you. If they can
do this to me, Mister Ollie Stone JFK Greatmovies from 1992, they
sure can do it to you and yours!!!!
The entire months
of March and April have been one huge fucking super 'BOTBAR'
for me, (Bottom Of
The Barrel
Already Rated)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew the Mayo Clinic wouldn't work out, and I was right. There was
a time when the word ''CLINIC'' meant FREE, but not any more. They
told me that was a laugh, I guess on me. They said I did not have the
type of insurance that pays either, they do not take any Health
Maintenance Organization
type of insurances, and my Welcare is an HMO.
Of course, that sent the day right straight to a fucking super
BOTBAR.
YO
YO, does anything ever fucking work out for me; oh wonderful ass
world of woes, and sorrows, and woewhizme's, YO????????????????
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
great mighty sir, Late 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, of BABYLON,
NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK,
BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON,
NEW YORK; take your cameras, your scratched phonograph records, your
lack of permitted ice cream treats, and all of your wonderful warped
CD's, and stick them so far into where the sun never shines, that
there are no words to express my desire for you to go and do this.
Well to
keep old AE happy, DAD and Stacey Hamblin;
he would be what I thought of, back before the time when I fully
understood the 'great
equation',
when I was in my late teen years; Uncle Heinz that is; my
constant relative, unfortunately.
At least those days are over, that is until I am back on that train
again, reliving for the two hundredth time give or take a few times,
this nightmare looped life. Oh I know quite well how some have
questions for me who have managed to go to the LOC and read my 1994
book, “TPB”, in Washington 13-600-DC. Folks, I do not claim to
know stuff, only to be able to shuffle lots of pieces all together
and pl;ay with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The
Ultimate
Super Sleuth,
could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the great
United States Copyright Office know a few powerful truths from this
so-called work of fiction, the main one being, it is no fiction.
Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true shit in the life
of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEE.
The
world is clueless to how they are soon going to have the ass kicking
of their lives. Totally 100% absolutely totally completely mother
fucking POOL-ROY-1995 CLUELESS!!!! Now which witch diner and which
witch year is the really major focal point, to SSJKK, and her eternal
choke hold grip, she has on me??? 1986 spring time, at Medport Diner;
or 1996 summer time, at Egg Harbor City Diner, YO YO YO YO YO
YO????????????????????? And then we look careful again at two major
periods of increase gamer-hell in this cosmological fuckiGN
simulation of SSJKK, you know, 1986 and
1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
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I
knew they would not allow me to live to the 100,000
crossover; and no puns meant there!
With
my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I don't
dare be punning and joking around. These fucking bastards are worse
than you were that night in middle May, outside Brads place when you
lunged out from those bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. And
these fucking jerk-offs on television think they have some shit with
their cool shows. I was there and faced a real vampire, or whatever
the fuckiGN hell she was, back in 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Could you have prevented that attack on me as well, Rodney?
Well
before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with
the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David
Charles Roth again, “while water keeps right on seeking its own
level, and jerk offs and assholes abound, and are dangerously
out-breeding us”, allow me to remind all of you that my murder will
most likely go unpunished. But up in the future I get back at all of
you and have never told you this. May the gods help me for spilling
these beans. More than twenty-eight centuries from now, in a place
that really quite frankly ain't anyone's bizz; HACK-HACK-HACK SCUM
BAG DIRT HOLE born of a dirt hole; with another (WD-HACK) Bob-FCC,
YO; I convinced the society around me which was quite small, exactly
1800 people. Who knows, maybe one person for every number in the
original Robin Hill Apartment I resided in while in this current
existence; then adding in SSJKK and myself is two more so
1+1+1800=1802 as in Robin Hill. I don't know that for a fact, but it
is one hell of a wild coincidence, huh Knick Heaterhotels. Well,
first we went back only we did not go back. You scratch your heads, I
know. We went sideways. We just created a parallel world where it
became around the year 11,200 BCE by our present calendars of 2015
AD. When I convinced SSJKK not to stop this little experiment, it all
went this exact way. This incredible teenager won't ever tell me why
she does things the way that she does. But she recently showed me
that this medical condition that I have is a pivotal tart of the rest
of humanity's future. First came 1954, then 1965, then 1969, then
1980, then 1983, and then now here in 2015. Hay you don't want this
too easy. What fun would it be if Mark
Bruner,
and Mark Mohr, and Dick Wolf; and the Macy-Karge Bunch spilled
all of the beans?
YUK THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
sounds like I'm Fruitcake City and I know this, I also know it is
true. For some reason, these same things that are said in holy bibles
and ancient writings are totally acceptable, that is until somebody
claims these miracles are surrounding them personally, for their
entire life, right Dorothea Dario? Yes, she sure knows about having
numerous operations licenses herself, she and hubby crook. They were
two violent and evil peeps as young teens and adolescents, and went
right on being total trash cubed. Yes, as I said so perfectly in the
mid late autumn of 1995,
''I do think it wise, that this book be made a part of the life
journal of Mark Wayne Clark Mohr. This is the beginning of the book
known as Morianity Bible. Morianity bible is as the name implies, a
bible; a bible to sustain, to edify; perhaps save the very life of
the author of this bible, at some critical time when without it, the
author may commit suicide. A lot of things are difficult to find a
point of origination. It's very difficult for me to tell myself or
anyone else, where this pain, and these negatives in my life began.
I've noticed it seems to be a trap, a negative within a negative, and
I'm convinced that part of the thing that's working against me, the
force, the thing, whatever is working against me, derives its power
from a continual perpetuation of confusion. Keeping someone confused
has won many a boxing bout. Confuse a business partner, confuse an
opponent in a law case, and no genius is required to know the
outcome, that the person doing the confusing has a great chance of
winning''.
THIS IS FROM the original Morianity Bible old Testament that was
dictated at the highview Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey,
onto C-90-cassette tapes. Only my first tape survived my trip to
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are more things under Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are drempt
about in your whittle philosophy, so sayeth the GAP William
Shakespeare!!! Yeah screw you death angel, I know I'm dying, so take
me already you asshole!!!!!!! Whatcha-waitin-4? The PASSOVER or the
CROSSOVER? Now THAT Sir Rockdroid Lurch
Blucranrodden, IS A BIG ASS PUN,
so WEEEEEEE!
PHOTO IS COURTESY OF THE
WEATHER BUG, AND CHANNEL 12 SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION.
HOLY
TOLEDO TECHNO PIX, AND FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER, AND JUPITER INLET!
I
WAS HOPING TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON AS THE SUN WAS SETTING, WHILE
I HAD PASTED THIS INTO MY BLOG A BIT SHY OF EIGHT, ON THIS FOURTH
NIGHT IN APRIL, 2015, EASTERN DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME. OH WELL, I WILL
SEE HER WHEN I WALK OUT TO THE ELEVATORS LATER ON, AND LOOK OUT THE
WINDOW.
I
knew that Dawn King murdered me when she turned on me one day, and
eventually her behavior grew so nightmarish and unacceptable, that it
caused me to run away from her, and try to escape with my life and
just the dam clothes on my back. What an uncaring unsympathetic
world!!!!!!!! Victims like me have no resource,
nowhere to go to get one bit of help, justice, or vindication.
Not when something as huge as this stuff, is
truly behind the power of my plight and story from hell. To
hell with me. Not one rotten soul cares about how these pricks from
hell wiped out an entire innocent person's friggin' life. I won't
have to face an angry all powerful force, Mister Hall, one day soon,
as they all will, and be judged for these dastardly incomprehensible
deeds.
William
Shakespeare once wrote, that as a boy, he thought like a boy, and
then as a man, he realized it was time to put away childish things,
such
as the thoughts of youth.
Well, this logic can backfire; and
for all of the great Twinbay types out here;
you
may not wish to read this blog, as it is not about maintaining
positive attitudes about stuff that only insanity would allow one to
do, IMHO.
When we get past adolescence or 'grow up', we tend to not be as
forgiving, develop a far more rigid and austere concept of right and
wrong, and other things that relate and pertain to adult thought
verses childish thought. This then goes onto lead one to make
entirely different choices about stuff that, for sake of argument on
this writing here and now; was happening both as the child-you, and
then later on as the adult-you. If I had mentally remained a day to
day carbon copy of my ten to eighteen year old basic self; I would
never have been so audacious as to think about fighting powerful
resourceful wealthy evil dangerous groups of adults, such as the
enemies all combined that make up the group that my Morianity calls,
MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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