MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0013
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!!!
OCTOBER
22, 2015,
LATE
THURSDAY MORNING AT 11:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-81/L-72).
WIND
IS ESE AT 10, WITH GUSTING TO 25.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 83%, FEELING LIKE 81.
When
I tell something, you should be saying:
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE SURFER PARALLEL WORLD FONTANA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
then you should be adding:
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
I'LL
BE WAITING FOR ALL OF THOSE OLD SONGS!!!
KKKKKAKAKAKATY,
AND SCYLLA, AND DOORS!!!
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My
jerk off nabes are going in and out a lot this morning, but the
illegal slammer is not here the past two days. Hammering is also
going on, and I think some dirtbag maintenance person has moved into
that apartment, as there is no other explanation. As for the power
drilling, I learned from them, that they are private contractors and
don't work for the dam ass Housing Authority. I f you wanna' fucking
know shit; you have to keep asking, and making a dam nuisance of
yourself; and I don't mind a bit, as I live here, and want to know
what's mother fuckiGN going on around me. Call that strange if you
fucking like; my wonderful and awesome people out here!!!!
Mountainpen;
along with the
AG,
and
the Sheriff.
To
quote Diana, “Waterfalls
are so awesome”.
KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great, and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Adrian Gaines Summer Sudano. WEEEEEEE!
And
a very merry X-mas, to all Louise Hendershodt's everywhere. Am I
right, Mister Mack Camp Counselor Kaiter, from 1967 &
1968??????????????? MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would
contact me; verify all my mother fuckiGN shit, and then split the
lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50
contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is how I know that I died and went to fuckiGN HELL, a very long
fuckiGN cunt ass time ago; you rotten old stinky world!!!!!!! But
let's talk about just how real or unreal shit is all around me,
because I going through some real fucking bad shit in a parallel
universe, and it began in Tom
Reale's home on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the early
summer time back in the year of 1970, with the great family of
mysterious and powerful, scary, and quite awesome washcloths from
HELL,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was back there again, before waking up this morning. It was around
ten or just past. All this time, I have been in this horrible Trump
owned and run institution, in this horrible band of atomic fucking
reality, that parallels this world here. Until I manage to escape
this horrendous DOGTOWN-2; I will have bad dreams here, or you would
say, my life. If you would learn to think both non linear and in
reverse, you'd see my dire plight so clear and even magnified, from
where you see it today, folks. Anyway, I had managed to get my hands
on this large blue SUV vehicle, and was trying to get away again, and
a friend of mine was coming with me, and he was standing near it in a
parking lot. Many parking lots connect into roads and driveways, but
all inside this one huge compound place, that to this day, I have yet
to actually be an eye witness to its boundaries, merely seen diagrams
and maps on walls in rooms in this huge place, that according to
map-scale-legends, is close to ten miles in average length and close
to seven miles in average width, with three fourths of it being a two
story system, while another fourth has only one story in some parts,
and as many as three to five stories on the other parts. I have yet,
after 45+ years, to actually reach the perimeter surrounding compound
walls. Who knows,maybe they are the original fucking HALLS WALLS. As
I tell more about this the mother fuckiGN hammering is extremely
annoying. WEIN??????????? Anyway, here I was last night in what you
would call my extremely vivid dreams, and I was with this other man,
and we had somehow secured this SUV vehicle. What I did not know was
that it was in one of dozens of areas that were locked in by this one
huge building structure of 75 square miles, and there was no way to
ever drive out beyond the inner-driveway routes. Eventually, I parked
by some door and tried to get in, as I knew there was a map on this
warehouse type place, along a wall, as I had seen this exact area on
another wall back near the >>>700-Torture
Wing>>>.
However before I even got out the door after going in to view this
other huge map that was up on the wall inside near this door; a man
greeted me with no guard uniform on, and said, “Hey Mark, you
better come see your SUV”. I walked out with him, and remember, my
pal was standing next to it on the passenger side near the front seat
door. Somehow this giant bright green tank looking machine had come
down from the sky and crushed the entire right side half of the
vehicle to a pancake thickness, along with my pal. Before going on,
my Spell-Check system was hacked again, and I had to boot off and on
again. WEIN, Stacey Jack Hack Attack Lovely 1981 Lattisaw, YO!!!!
This
huge flying tank was a quarter the size of the entire parking lot
area, which was probably about 200 by 600 feet. It was only 7 feet or
so in thickness, and it looked more scary than anything I have ever
seen; except when I am on the fucking monstrous demonic
BRIGGBASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey FCC; this dam SPACING-HACK is off
the scale, and has been for some time now,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
theory is that until I am able to escape this Trump Hell Washcloth
Institution of Endless Nightmares, or this (THWIEN) as abbreviating
this makes it pronounceable as ''THWEEN''; but only if I ever find a
way of escape from this; can my life here in this towel-seeped
parallel universe, of great powerful total hyperspace; ever stand a
chance to improve!!! It is why all of this type of shit is
unrelenting in my life, even down to ten years after
first-1970-contact
was made, such as ten years later with my music and with Lenny
McKinnon, and then on and on and on and on and on and on and on, I
could fucking go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S. Copyright
Office, and some others, all pulled off; after I went to that music
attorney by the name of Malcolm
Rosenberg,
early in the autumn
of 1980,
or somewhere around there. I sent the four songs on one
open reel tape,
at a speed of 7 and one half IPS, on a full track recording, copied
onto my RS-1500-US, open reel semi-pro mastering machine, that I
bought from the Martin Audio/Video store, in Manhattan, in May of
1980, and was delivered to my apartment by UPS, early in the first
week in June, right before my powerful and unfathomable bizarre Lois
Foca dream-HIE-RAW!
Suddenly
Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, from the famous BEEGEE assholes,
had made a song, that was rapidly going into lower numbers, on the
Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help
Me”,
speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. After I saw the attorney
recommended by my arranger, Mister Glenn, the song magically seemed
to get pulled off of the air, and was killed cold; but no one ever
spoke a word to me about shit, not Howard Solomon, not Lenny
McKinnon, not Malcolm Rosenberg. Then came the real kicker of all
kickers; Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, of
Florida-USA-ESMWG. You can see it for yourselves with the above
pasted in U.S. Copyright Office PAU forms, that show a history of my
musical copyrights. My
1994 book, The Permission Barrier,
is not included since this was not a song; and only goddess knows
why the roulette system, from two years before that, in 1992; was
included, as that was not a song, but rather, a
system for playing 'inside numbers' roulette.
Still, I
never was given a copyright on the song,
and its arrangement, back in
1980.
They made sure it was the following year, after the BEEGEE incident,
and
did not include the name of my arranger on the copyright form.
The joke is that in 1977, before this particular internet song-list
was used; I
had copyrighted the LOST LOVE song.
But
it was the arrangement that was stolen,
and even without the copyright, Tom Glenn, my arranger, was paid in
full by me, as work for hire, or whatever they call it. This music
and arrangement is all legally owned by me, and is legally my
property, whether copyrighted or not; as
long as Tom Glenn is available to go to court, and witness this for
me someday.
Should that ever miraculously happen; then
the fucking press will no longer be able to call me a mother fuckiGN
crackpot;
oh
GAP Sheriff, and GAP Mizz Bondi-AG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said; this is just one major thing that all began, ten years after
FIRST-CONTACT, huh Gene Roddenberry and all great berries and
hyperspace trips around the dam fifth fucking dimension??????????????
A
GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; retrieve real cool voice-mails after leaving,
and have lovely lightning make ''contact' directly. Oh these dam
Treymore Hotel parties and Shannon Genlow L&O Kickacar peeps,
YO. Like where is the dam World Series going now, NICK@NITE
and NICK??????????????
Some
know only too well about TEENNICK-CABLE CHANNEL, while my poor Saturn
car was
struck by ''TEEN''-NICK, at 16, in 1996.
If
you never saw him in that show, where he fixes some leak on a clunker
car, with a rubber; it truly is a must see; great lads and
lassies!!!! I don't want to get shot out of a cannon here, but hey;
I'm just sayin'. Still, he loves messing with cars; and he sure loved
breaking my dam hubcap, with that auto mallet they use, for doing
tire work; and putting those little fuckiGN balancing weights in
exact places, so as to optimize the smoothest rides possible, with
our tires. He did this in 1996 when I left Haddonwood and drove a
mile down Route-47 in West Deptford, in New Jersey, to a psychic shop
known then and there, and
now is History Marker gone and removed,
called, “THE
GATHERING PLACE”!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is where the GAP lovely Kathy told me, “Mark,
stop thinking so linear”, and I did!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
my dam daughter hates me this much and her whole family too, when
things are more reverse as far as who should feel angry or violated,
I am afraid th at I'll never know. Some things we just don't ever get
proper fuckiGN ass answers to in this god dam rotten life; my great
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY
JUST WANT OUR RESPECT; GREAT CUZZ, NOT OUR VEILED COMPLIMENTS THAT
MERELY SERVE TO DISGUISE OUR EVIL LUSTS.
I
am in no way attempting to pump any of that sunshine up any of your
skirts out here, ladies and gentlemen. I don't even have any of it
for me, so how can I ever help any of you for fucking crissake,
YO?????????????
Holy
piss-water folks; that's
just the way the story goes, Mister Nielsen,
and also; Ziggy Malyeska said all the time, in the summer time, back
in fucking asshole 1969; “That's
the way it goes”.
Funny; he seemed to know that I had written that song in my apartment
that night, a month or so back; while my mom was on the phone with
her boyfriend Sidney Jewshame Cohen Crown!!! Rodney Dangerfield
seemed to fuckiGN know all sorts of non-dental shit, Doctor
Smithgall; and then so did goddess dam Ziggy Jettyfalls
AHAMCNULTYLAUGHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU'RE
MY WITNESS, MISTER HONDA HARNER SARAH-SONG-PIANO-NOTES;
THAT THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR ME; FROM THE GREAT LIGHTHOUSE GODDESS,
SARAH KRASSLE, WHOEVER SHE REALLY REALLY REALLY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' IS,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! People really mother
fucking insist on thinking so dam three dimensionally, and
linearly!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I can only sit here, with my thumb up my
ass, and my balls through my throat; eternally wondering just how
long this mother fucking total pig shit can go on, in any dimensions?
FOR
ALL OF THE GREAT KINGS AND MONARCHS.
GO
IN PEACE; AND DON'T BE CAUGHT IN ANY GREAT CITY, OR COUNTRY ROUNDUPS;
BY MY GREAT AND POWERFUL RULING COUSIN!!!!! IT IS TIME TO GO BACK
NOW, TO FUCKING DOGTOWN-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELL, OR
THE REAL MCCOY, YO!!!!
Google
and internet, perfect combo, huh TK?
Apollo Astronaut Says UFOs Came to Prevent Nuclear War
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE WELL; “THE END”.
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SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE WELL; “THE END”.
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!
|
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.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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