AMP-HIFISAF
CHAPTER
129
HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
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. 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?
All
day long, I was major fuckiGN persecuted. Noisy loud machine tools in
the apartment all day, hammering right before I started this blog, at
six this fucking cunt chewing evening, chemtrails and planes, being
made covertly deathly ill as a result of these toxic poisons that the
great powerful artist PRINCE and I both know about fully well, only
he ain't certified a crack pot, Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could
take the stock mother fuckiGN market shooting way up like this, if it
wasn't for me having to be eternally mother fuckiGN tortured and
tormented, in order to make it happen, via parallel event and
ICPE-APE-TECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It shot up another pussy fucking
huffing 300 points today, and now this is 1000 points up in a few
trading days; all by PERSECUTING ME
TO DEATH, because you won't life a finger to help me, AG and Sheriff,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! My innocent blood is on your hands,
the both of you's!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
WHAT A NIGHTMARE FUCKING MONSTER HORRIBLE NATION THIS IS; GREAT WORLD
COURT AT THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAGUE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!
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!!!!
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
5, 2014,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 6:19,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-82/L-68).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 65%, FEELING LIKE 82.
WIND
IS NW AT 5, WITH A GUST TO 20.
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, OH LOVELY
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
BOY
DOES THIS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' TOTALLY BITE, CHEW, AND SUCK; SAYS LOVELY
KATHARINE; AND I TOTALLY AND ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WHOLEHEARTEDLY
CONCUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT kind folks.
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On
top of all this; the illegal prick guests must be around, as those
doors never ever stop; morning, noon, and night; all over again! I
have dirt fuckiGN bags hammering tonight, maintenance dudes drilling
and sawing all day every day, and the doors, and the air attack, and
the being made covertly ill on top of dangerously high blood pressure
and other medical mother fuckiGN problems, and you don't call this
attempted murder, Mizz Bondi and Sheriff Mascara, well shame on the
both of you. My estate will be ready when I die in a week or two,
with one big fat mother fucking lawsuit against this county and this
state, so please be advised of that!!!!!!!!!!! This is America, and
anyone can sue fucking anyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
There
is going to be an incredible disaster not that far out in the future,
that will dwarf all of this recent mother fuckiGN bullshit, as Maggie
will only allow me to suffer so much before a major ultra
counterstrike by her, is implemented, and we
all know this, if we have followed my life at all since Margie 1985
Break-cuts Leo,
and the great Mexican Earthquake, huh L&O Dock Rogers!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
The
chemtrails are all over the great Fort Pierce, Florida today, and
few lower than normal planes are in the sky as well; but I have seen
all of this bullshit countless times before, and to quote my
latengrate pal, “Despite this all not being all that grand or
swift, what else is dam new”? I'll most likely hear him saying this
to me until the day I leave this evil ugly old world for good, which
if viewed on the sixth dimension, is never. To quote my also
latengrate mother, along with my old coworker, Mizz Mashell Daniels
from back in 1980, “Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy”!!!!!
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????????
Working for Amazon Sounds Utterly Soul Crushing [Updated]
Good
Lordess, and 25 cents; William Leonard McKinnon, old 1980
rap king buddy; where are you when the turds are being missile
fired into the giant industrial sized fans that the Milituforce
places on top of my head, 24-7-365.2422, oh GAP Saint Lucie County
Sheriff, K. J. Mascara; and Florida State Attorney General, Pam
Bondi?
Let
me tell you a little bit about thoughts and mind and brain and higher
sourced realities verses only what we tangibly see and recognize to
be 'supposedly' real. Whatever any of you want to believe or feel
more comfortable accepting into your most private parts of
yourselves; I am here to tell you that even though I am far from
knowing all of everything, “What I do know, I know, no matter how
fucked up, far out, and unbelievable any of it may sound to anybody
else”. Call that my opening quote and official AMP statement, if
you wish, oh GAP BLOGAUD!
What
exactly, if viewed from a make believe play room that lies above the
entire cosmos in some upline reality that goes far beyond anything
that our downline brains are able to imagine fully due to the laws of
upline-downline that anyone who ever worked for Tupperware or Amway
distributors, knows perfectly well what I am speaking about here;
WOULD BE SEEN by a higher reality entity? First, all lower world
thought, imagination, actions, interactions, possibilities, and even
more but we'll stick with this for now; would be seen the way you and
I would see an entire painting we hold in our hand or even hung on
our walls. But if this painting has people drawn in it, can they ever
see each other when there is no higher dimension for them to stand
back from, and view the whole thing? How about if we programmed not a
normal chess-computer, but a chess game, where each piece from the
rook to the King and Queen, all have independent thought, as well as
different skill levels of understanding the game? Try wearing these
thoughts in your mind a while, even before I start to ever get really
bigger into this deal, with you folks out there, OK?
Last
night, I interacted with SSJKK at her great city that mortals
normally call, by English waking world Earth diction, “HEAVEN”.
Diana and Sarah Krassle kept changing back and forth in forms and
laughing at me, until I began to see that all things are humorous, so
long as we adjust out moods in a certain way. This is what MC did
with the stairs as a tiny tot. None of you have a clue what I
witnessed with those horrible early seventies stair chases, one after
another, not just two in the chase like in the 2009 CD, but three.
And you wonder why I wonder?
To
quote Diana, “Waterfalls
are so awesome”.
The
number 25 stands for many powerful great inconceivable things; ladies
and gentlemen. In the nineteen-sixties, it meant acid that the kids
tripped out on, the very same way that I am able to trance out only
without any actual chemistry ingested. I can alter my brain chemistry
without taking illegal toxins. Still acid was many things, LSD, 25,
Travel-Agent, hawk, and believe me; many other labels were assigned
to this accidentally discovered combo of chemistry, in a German lab,
by a Dock Hoffman, and not Julia from Dark Shadows, and definitely
not the great awesome Julie Somnambulist White. When I left the
greatr 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, USA on 31
January, 1983, to move into the rental split level home of Mister
Gerald Pliner, owner of the Jackson Road L&S nursing home, just a
couple miles down the road, my mom and I were at 134 Norris Avenue,
in Atco, New Jersey. The world famous expression of, (IT
IS WHAT IT IS), has five letters in the sentence. If you take
that Norris Avenue address, 134, and find word number 1, 3, and 4; it
removes the word “WHAT”, as well as the two “IT” words. The
remaining sentence spells Goddess ISIS, and now, our current overseas
woes. But what does the ISIS word reflect numerologically, but the
second and fifth and final words to the sentence, the 2 word and the
5 word, or 25. So we get a 135, a 25, and folks, remember, IT IS WHAT
IT IS!!!!!!!! I doubt I need any train trips to wonderful cities to
my south, late in 1983, to tell me even more about so many of my dam
repressed nightmare memories!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(25)
Twenty-five lighthouses that strobe.
Oh
SSJKK, I love playing your game called GTNOTG, that you taught me out
in infinity on your great street called, Monolazarium boulevard. But
this game here and now, really real sucks, lovely lighthouse musical
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
child can see what you have done, a moron simpleton of four can see
it with pencils stuck in its eyeballs. That search to find you, that
unfathomable spell that came over me in 1994 and 1995 to find you,
made me more than crazy, I'll have you know. This robbed my entire
life. I lost my good name and my good credit. I lost every single
thing I had that meant anything to me. And my sanity went to hell
along the pathway that all of this was on the entire mother fuckiGN
horrendous time!!!!
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE (HIFISAF)
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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 Gaines Summer!
You
are reading AMP-HIFISAF, CHAPTER 128.
THESE
ARE ALL, THE BOM, OR THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
Folks,
how can anyone not think that Dogtown is indeed fixed in stone; and
that this stone is not so hot, that it melts the soul, without ever
doing anything to terminate the awareness of that melting horror; in
the name of Goddess? How can you all, not see
the trouble we're in; and forget the old spiritual hymn music,
folks, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS!
But
while we remain alive, in a dreaming body, all throughout the
unfathomable hyperspace; we can find countless Walmart stores to do
our shopping in, and for me to go to see my blond teen queen, the
Lightning Goddess Diana. That was a day, I will never forget. I tried
to buy one combo video machine, and settled for a rotten cheap model
that has absolute zero video quality and audio quality on the VHS
half. Now the cheapo model is great on the CD-DVD side of this two
part combo video system; I will give it that much. Still, here is
some dam advice, folks.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
you need a wee bit more advice, great folks out here, or not great;
as only you can know if you are great or not. Hell, just as Jesus
Christ told the Apostle Peter a while back, when Pete said ''Good
master” to him, and them Jesus replied back to him, “Why are you
calling me good, as there is only one who is good, and this is the
father in heaven. Gender is meaningless on Astral Plane reality, but
notice this incredible part of scripture that many peeps refuse to
ever read or discuss, because they cannot understand how this can be
one god, yet one part of this god can say that thing about another
part of that same god. The trinity is the most complex reality to try
rapping our brains around, because our brains exist in three
dimensions, and
only in the sixth where true mind is contained, does TRINITY make
perfect sense.
This dam world does not need to know any more right now about this
crap, so I'll stop flapping my fuckiGN gums!
THEY
JUST WANT OUR RESPECT, GREAT CUZZ DON; NOT OUR VEILED COMPLIMENTS,
THAT MERELY SERVE TO DISGUISE OUR EVIL MALE LUSTS.
HEY
PEEPS, IT IS TIME FOR ME TO CHEER 'FUCKIGN' UP, AND STARE AT A GOOD
SUNRISE, UNTIL I GO BLINDER THAN A DAM
BAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
the candy man can, Mister Billadelphia, sir. You have friends, but
then they all seem to stick together; like messy, ugly, shitty,
factory glue.
  |
Let
me mix it all with love, and make the world taste good; and god dam
it to hell, Mister Shidaleedee Marion
Wayne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Climb
down off that high horse, there partner, and remember the Alamo joke,
with the four dudes on the airplane, and only three dam parachutes
and the motors both blew out, mid-flight. OH BOY. Yes, “I'm his
COWORKER, not his dam mother”. I thought Mizz Daniels was going to
knock that poor male nurse out cold that night in Camden, New
Jersey's Cooper hospital, WEEEEEEEE! We almost had Dice and the Dock
on the floor, 21 years apart, but hey, great place, you're already in
th edam ass hospital for crissake, YO BRO! Now how about that dam Egg
Harbor City, New Jersey waitress coming over to my mom and me on 2
August of 1996. Isn't this ten years after Nebnooshoo was born, or is
it just me? WO Billy Harner Honda, and all SARAH notes on th edam
piano, how can we rationalize away those wise people, from mobsters
to potato chips, in the name of the great pink goddess of SDK?
I
tried to obey today, SSJKK. Don't mean to rhyme but I guess it's just
time to arrange those letters in their correct B to G order, huh all
Levy's and Gibbsboro's? Misses Meeker Speaker,
and the dam Alannis Morrisette GODDESS SSJKK
movie. Oh Margie and Marcy, I need a
break from all you powerful super resourceful Scott Ransom people,
from Oak Street to PEE-DTIVE, and then some; am I right, Mister
Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act folks, (FISA)? Jesus god dam
Christ, am I right or am I right, and a big ass boy oh boy oh boy oh
god dam boy; would fit in pretty dam swell and well, right
about now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Then there is the powerful awesome Mizz Paula
Criminal Super-psychic Uwich of Glendora, Rippoff, New Jersey,
USA!!!!!!!! the caller-ID Braxton's, Sarah is in prison with her
strobing lighthouses, and I could go on an don and on with absurd
symbolic things that could never be explained away. But how does all
of this possibly work its way into the new American culture of guns
and violence? Roseburg, Attorney Malcolm Rosenberg, let me open with
this one for all the true pure hearted dummies that like to stare at
gorgeous lady's legs and stay stupid from here, all the way to
Iraq!!!!!!!!! Whenever I try to figure some shit out in my own
hellish nightmare personal life, lads and lassies, YO; I begin by
removing the number one fuck up that I was as guilty as any of you
out there online reading these words, might be. I would make lists of
things that could be possibly why some real bad shit went down around
me, and then I would get totally blindsided by the word “OR”,
rather than the word “AND”. Instead of wondering which items on
the list of dam possibilities may indeed have been the culprit, you
know, this or that or that or this, and along that stupid line of
light-weight thinking, to quote my marvelous wonderful super wealthy
cousin Donald; I began substituting the word of 'OR' with the word of
'AND', and then saying to myself silently; SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT man; how
about if I just take the whole dam list, you know; this and that, and
that and this, and all of it; rather than try to weed out any of it.
I can't speak for you, but I know I speak for Donald or myself here,
if we are talking about 100 dollar bills. I would much rather not
worry about this one, or that one, shit assholes; give me the entire
mother fuckiGN pile of them; ya' dam ass dorks!!!!!!!!!! I hear
various concepts talked about, you know, living with mothers past
25-35 years of age, no girlfriends, all shit that could be applied to
me all of my life, only I would never dream of actually doing
violence and getting a weapon, and shooting up any innocent people.
Still, for those who do, why do we say, let us explore mental
problems or we can explore changing gun laws. Hey fuckiGN assholes
out here, YO; you don';t do or or or or, you take all good ideas and
do them all, you know, and and and and and, get it yet, you dam
doofises! Want more information? I could tell you how symbolism
effects all of our lives in ways no one would ever believe, and going
by the correct algorithms, software programs could be invented to
generate lots of lives saved via prevention, and prediction, you
know; as in the movies about cops who know who will do what before
hand, and stop it from happening. But I'll do you one better. Blogs
from my first few years, told a lot of things about how people like
me, who were different as children, and attended special educational
systems, and even in adult mental illness clinics, we are all treated
very second class. Why don't we have a right to be as miserable as
all of you out there, who don't have any problems getting into
relationships, both sexual, and non sexual; in other words; not one
place we go to, not early in the schools, and not ever in adult psych
clinics, do they treat us like anything but fuckiGN animals. We are
never supposed to have normal feelings or desires. We may want, but
we cannot have. The system fails us huge time, Mister President,
because no one out there, ever wants to ever try and bring any
happiness to any of us. They just want to shove pills and poisons
into our mother fuckiGN arteries, so we get sick and die early, have
stinky bodies, fruity breaths; and look like fuckiGN shit ass hell,
all warmed over, from last year's holiday oven!!! Instead of
recognizing people with emotional problems, we are teased
continuously by your music and your television shows, and you
think we are all so stupid and don't catch all this shit? It
is your rotten wicked system, that wants all of us folks with mental
health issues, and emotional problems; to be single and isolated, and
miserable; and on and on and on. The entire system is geared and
rigged for all of us to endlessly fail, and be treated like mother
fuckiGN ass animals!!!!! This is just the beginning, sir; as I could
go on and on and on; Mister Obama, to tell you
why things are only going to get worse, and worse, and worse,
all over this rotten nation. And you know sir, even if you hate me,
or despise my harsh words; deep down inside, I
happen to know that you, and all of you out there, know that people
like myself are trying to just cooperate with all of you, obey the
laws of the lands 100% better than those without MH issues, and
again, I could rant on with a laundry list a mile long. I
really don't have to add a lot more here, as if this blog does not
prove that I could personally put a bigger dent in this nation's gun
problem, and violence; than anyone else combined, for not being too
dam fucking scare to speak out, and tell shit, that most folks just
don't have the mother fuckiGN ass balls to ever say; then I may as
well shut up for fuckiGN ever, and just quit cold; right
here, and right now, lovely lieutenant 'L&O' Van Buren,
ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
Re-copyrighted
as a compilation music project in June of 1980, from my apartment at
1802 Robin Hill, 4th and Preston, Voorhees Township,
NJ-USA.
I
went to that music attorney by the name of Malcolm
Rosenberg,
early in the autumn
of 1980,
or somewhere around there.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
CHAPTER
128
OCTOBER
5, 2015,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.
WIND
IS WNW AT 6,AND GUSTING TO 9.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 82.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE------(H-81/L-68).
Now
I tell the truth, and I punch hard, and I don't care if someone says
I am not mother fucking politically correct, AKA-PC. THIS
IS THE TRUTH, THAT GETS PEEPS LIKE ME, INTO BIG FUCKING TROUBLE, FOR
TELLING THEM. BUT ON I GO, TELLING IT TRUE AND HARD, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I went into the doctor a little disgruntled back on Wednesday, and
with every good reason. I am doing nothing wrong, breaking no laws,
and I am not a drug addict. This medication I have been on since July
of 1983 has saved my life, and these EVIL 'FUCKIGN' UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA, HAVE TRIED TO MURDER ME SINCE THE DEATH OF THE DOCTOR WHO
PUT ME ON THIS MEDICINE TO BEGIN WITH; DOCTOR
FRANK ADDIEGO OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY,
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY
(WTNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I said to the
doctor, “Whatever happened to the “First do no harm oath you all
took”, you would have needed to be there to witness the major
hostility on his part. Once you get onto the world owners trying to
covertly destroy and kill anyone such as myself who knows all about
them or way too much about shit in their opinion; basically, it is
torment and torture and borrowed mother fucking time until the end,
and when the end comes, it is brutal and mother fuckiGN wicked as
triple shit, ladies and gentlemen, I promise you all
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
Tahren-tee it too;
and what invention does anyone recommend for dealing with this cunt
chewing nightmare of mine, oh mighty boxer George sir????
Oh,
the things I could say; kind Sheriff sir. Excuse please, the times
that this comes out Sheriff sit.
This is some kind of a hack, just as are these other cute little
things, like making my text read
'Jehovah HOG', kind Sheriff. What kind of a person would do
something like that; makes you wonder sir, huh?
The
things I could say; kind Sheriff sir. Excuse please, the times that
this comes out Sheriff sit. This is some kind of a hack, just as are
these other cute little things, like making my text read ''HOG'',
rather than Jehovah GOD, kind Sheriff. What kind of a person
would do something like that; makes you wonder sir, huh?
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kind of a person would do something like that????
What
kind of a person would do something like that????
What
kind of a person would do something like that????
So
there I am, at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, IN THE YEAR OF 1980,
MOVING IN ON MAY 1. Hay,
I was playing with all this mother fucking shit when most of you out
here were shitting into your dam diapers, if you even fucking existed
at all, YO
YO YO YO!!!
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People
mother fucking totally amaze me. Trying to understand or predict
them was difficult a generation or two ago, and now in these
times, try multiplying that quantitatively. Certain
things grab them and make them go totally fuckiGN ape-shit, like
my trip to the Walmart, on the day of the huge lightning storm in
Port Saint Lucie; and my personal private prayer that was
answered. The view count on that blog was twenty times
higher than most of my blogs. Why? And not a mother fucking jerk
off soul out there, in screwed up cunt lapping cyberspace, ever
says boo anymore to me; or tells me squat, or offers me a scrap of
ideas. I don't know what I ever did to Alpha-Deep 6, but he or she
sure vanished away, and so did everybody. They dropped me like I'm
mother fucking hot, sheriff Mascara, and I am going to tell you
why, in my humble opinion, sir.
Things
changed really big since two things happened, and really, they
both are totally connected, because even though it would enrage
the mighty Donna Patterson, I'll fucking say it anyway. Because my
lab-tech who seemed to know more about my medical condition in
1984 was my daughter, and I know it, and she knows it, and by the
way, my distant cousin knows it.
So
my 2012 song ''YBCO'' and my telling about my medical condition,
are not only linked back in 1983 and 1984, but up in 2012 and 2015
as well. A lot of folks insist that my way of reasoning is
mentally ill and magical and comes from a mind disease called
schizophrenia. They are not 100% wrong as far as what that illness
does in fact do to the mind. The problem is that cancer can cause
terrible stomach distress, but so can fucking eating too many dam
candy bars. In other words, I am not a paranoid schizophrenic; no
matter how many nut case docks out there want to insist otherwise,
and hey, I'll collect the dam disability checks monthly. So screw
you!
I
am composing a letter to the FCC about my official complaint that
all three major networks don't give the news on most autumn
Saturday's. I am not into fucking sports and never was, and do not
think it is fair that no news is given such as was the case
tonight other than for a lousy fucking fifteen minute last second
insert by NBC, as a result of nothing but mother fuckiGN football.
I am not saying screw fucking football. If people must enjoy this
barbaric fucking dinosaur sport, fine, but on all three major
networks and then no news, that IS WRONG, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, and you'll be getting my official letter of complaint
this coming week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another fire alarm
went off while I tried to watch the tiny little inserted news
segment. If it is not for me and is really genuine, then I guess
the building has some brand new fuckiGN asshole tenants who will
keep setting this shit off; kind Sheriff, sir. WOW THAT,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big fat
SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
I
am so sick and tired of being totally innocent, while being
accused of always being the
instigator, and the bad-guy
in everything.
Holy
Call Ten, huh Miss Blake and Mister Rambo of 83 and 84? Yes, the
more I pound the past into my awareness, the more I will hold and
remember this was not a dream and that I need to redo stuff, or
else go through this again, Lieutenant Commander Jordyhell!!!!!!!
Time squared? How-bout, go fuck a ruptured duck, Gene and Lucy?
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I
really need to fuckiGN start proof-reading me' ol' bwogs, folks! I
look like a fuckiGN dam ass idiot otherwise. A lot of this fucking
shit is being done with DIRECT-HACK, and a lot is being done with
MIND-HACK; hacked literally right into my
mother fucking brain, and five percent of YOUTUBE'S
total material, is filled with
conspiracy-theory oriented, (truth-patriot) to say it
better, topics; right down to how
electromagnetic devices can be aimed at people covertly and
stealthfully, and their minds literally hacked into; only you and
Youtube, all of you out here, do not know the biggest secrets of all;
such as PLAYFIELD ARENA INTERACTIONS of the
PEEFOREY. If you try and totally keep a dam secret from them,
and never spill it or talk; they can throw you into what you would
all call a powerful and vivid dream,
and you will find yourself somewhere, telling that secret to them, or
to one of their clever people they send into your playfield arena.
Any
time that anyone who is wealthy, and not a part of their order,
wishes for me to show them absolute proof, of much of my claims and
stories told on this blog; right down to how some of your own secret
stuff, from corporate unexplainable espionage, to stuff like
misbehaving spousal websites, and just who really had the idea to
create them, and the famous one of recent days, and on and on; well
then, you know you can always ask, and I will answer. But for some
reason, ever since my 'YBCO' song, all
persons have totally mother fuckiGN deserted me, from Alpha
Deep 6, to many many other great travelers
of the cosmos!
When
you read Chapter 098, or see the margin
to the right, up at the Blogger Dot Com website; you will see two
Chapter 97's. This was another fucking one of my stupid ass errors,
hacks, whatever's, RAW!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry
about that folks.
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
LIGHTHOUSES
ARE GREAT IN STORMS, TO WARN MARINERS, THAT THEY ARE GETTING TOO
CLOSE TO THE SHORE. WEEEEEEE, BUT SOME USE THEM TO IMPRISON INNOCENT
FOLKS, RIGHT SARAH CALLIO MARTINO?
Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
Re-copyrighted
as a compilation music project in June of 1980, from my apartment at
1802
Robin Hill,
4th
and Preston, Voorhees Township, NJ-USA.
Strawberry
fields forever, packs of strawberries, and marvelous Middle Road
Hammonton Walmart stores, all notwithstanding; here is the weather
and time-date report paste-in, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!!!!!!!!!
JESUS CHRIST SHERIFF SIR, GOOD OLD ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY, LIKE OUR HARD
EARNED TAX DOLLARS, ALL AT WORK, AND ALL AGAINST MOTHER FUCKING ME,
AM I RIGHT OR NOT, KIND SIR??????????????????????????????????????
You
have no idea of just how I felt like Mister Tate but then alas; what
would I do without Bruce Pennock showing me how
to slowly create and build my
Keyboards
From Petahell????????
Jolly
holly holy moley ringworm scratching lunch clubs, the cosmos over;
look at what these monster mother fuckers have done to me when I
learned about how
to use the great powerful Fascitar.
Do you really think I am just a crazy and deluded person, Mister
President, sir? I can help you know; and I do have the answers to a
lot of what all of you are searching for! But if you go on buying
into the media, and their judgment of me as a dam crackpot; well
then, you are selling the nation short, as well as me. All of this
shit is happening because of some very simple reasons that I have yet
to hear discussed on any media produced USA internet, or televised
signal. I am not trying to sell you that aliens from the X29JDRH574
Galaxy are invading the minds of us poor freaking human beings, and
then they are shooting each other; as why would only the great USA be
being picked on, kind sir? I really do have answers, but no one will
listen. This
is called the Media Crackpot Power, or I call it that.
Once they don't like anybody, as
your former co-Pres knew only too well, mister Dicky Nix;
you're
toast.
I never claimed to know why this incredible TAWF from the PLANK, not
the plant, sorry, a typo-hack; is against me, or engaged with me in
one of their nasty playfield-games. But I do know that there is no
stopping it, or escaping it; and if you cannot learn the
seriousness to symbolism
all over the place; then forget it kind sir. Without seeing that, and
knowing that this is the truth, nothing will ever make any sense, not
even to Einstein, who by the way, died along with other great minds,
admitting to not knowing some really needy stuff. It is those
devilish little details, just as the old saying goes, that 1) none of
us seem to be onto except fro me, and 2) needs to be made aware of if
humanity is to ever survive the black-cycle. This is that thing that
other than for the 65 million year dinosaur extinction, seems to wipe
out the greatest civilizations over and over again, without giving us
any really good lengthy times to exist and shine and know happiness
and success and a real true inner peace of mind. You know deep down,
sir, that I speak the truth, I really feel you do, if your friends
from D6 and other greats out there, get around to giving you my
message!
Until
I am eventually hacked to death, I will try and clear up a few things
on this blog. I know that many wonder many things, and for reasons
that totally elude my limited intelligence, they just don't have the
balls to ever want to dialogue, or for that matter, help this blog to
ever grow. It is the same people, world and more than world
travelers, quite obviously, whoever they really truly are. Seems more
like they are just there keeping an eye on me, and never to be of any
service, yet even when I insult them, they never go away. To quote my
old Thompson Consumer Electronics pal and coworker, Mister Arthur
Crane, “SSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO, it looks like the
NASS will be there forever, following us around”. But Arthur
sir; you are wrong about buying a little deli and thinking it will
grow as a result of ''them''. It will always just be the same old
them, just as my blog as been for about the time I began it with help
from guru-Meagan, late in 2011, and when I say my blog, I mean after
they tried to end the original blog as shown below on the link, YO.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CHAPTER 126
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!
To
quote Diana, “Waterfalls
are so awesome”.
Mountainpen;
along with the
AG,
and the
Sheriff.
Walmart
has great stuff, enough
to make us all hunger to buy. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
You probably can even buy telephones with voicemail
capability
at this great and wonderful store chain!!!
Witchbitch
Waterweeds Sleazebagsnotfondauatall; just fucking nailed me again,
as she is back on a mother fuckiGN roll, to major ass annoy me, with
her dam ass ONE-ASSAULTS, all dam ass day long; kind folks, or
unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please permit me, Uncle
Nebuchadnezzar, to now cunt phlegm rape (compensate)
to put it more politely, YO YO YO; up on 175 P Drive, on the great
wonderful awesome Woody Guthrie NY Islands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now
for the heart and meat of this weekend's blog, done a little
differently than originally planned, and hurray; much much much
Ingrid-Shorter!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
APA (Gods of the head shrink world), will and do, vehemently disagree
with what I now say.
I have spoken to them, I have read the psych books, and they are head
strong no way they're wrong butt willed about this, with no room at
all for possible wiggling, not in their almighty opinions. Thoughts
are not from an outside source, but are generated FROM THE BRAIN and
result in stimulus interactions, effecting emotions, behavior,
attitude, and all sorts of general as well as more hidden affect. I
do not say that this does not all happen, but I do not limit my
belief that this is the only place where MIND that connects to us
biological beings, comes from, and by mind, I mean an absolute source
of this mental energy in a collective powerful state, that Morianity
of course, does and has, since I began it, called, the
Sixth-Dimension. Eckankar, the religion of Light and Sound, refers to
this as the Mental Plane, or some others classify it as the mental
realm. How incredibly arrogant we all are t believe in other life in
an ultra large universe, as does at least half of the population here
on Earth, and not see this bigger truth, that the universe is also a
bit bigger than forcing thought and beingness to be contained on one
plane, one planet, one body or many others of similar biological
type, and so forth; how totally egocentric we all are at the very
core of our being. Like WOW, if I can quote the younger gens.
If
you pretend you never even thought at all about, or heard anything
of, regarding this topic of thought, brain, mind, our life as us here
on Planet Earth while awake, and asleep, and all of this; and then
open up your mind to potential higher truths; I cannot fathom not at
least seeing some of what I am about to embark on, as very possible,
as well as very logical; or at least being on the same par, if not
actually beating, the APA,
and the established order of their ideas about the mind and brain
system, (American
Psychiatric Association).
You are basically deluded and crazy by their insisted so-called
scientific truths, if you believe that thoughts and feelings can be
anything other than our own electrical stimuli, based on a body and a
brain, and the stimulus that surrounds it. In other words, believe
that thoughts or feelings can be given to us or removed from us, by
an external force; means one thing to the entire APA and all of its
doctors; YOU'RE FUCKIGN LOONEY TUNES NUTS AND CRAZY AS DAM SHIT! Put
nicer, you're very sick and you need major help, period, end of dam
story. These All-Knowers remind me of Mizz Fascitar-Hollister, and
hey, I'm not going here right now, ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
things were this simple; even our dream brain activities, would make
more sense in one area, and less sense in others; and this is way too
complex for me to even attempt exploring with any of you today. It
would require volumes of fucking text to put any sized dent into what
I'd need to fully say on that issue, folks.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100%
TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT
ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980; AND
THAT THIS ROTTEN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND
RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE; AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
Re-copyrighted
as a compilation music project in June of 1980, from my apartment
at 1802 Robin Hill, 4th and Preston, Voorhees Township,
NJ-USA.
Now
let us get onto thoughts and behavior, and while on it, GUNS,
violence, the new age society, and the United States verses the rest
of the civilized world. Any open minded person can see that the
internet does indeed have a more than full sized ocean and galaxy on
ridiculous conspiracy theory junk floating around. Ten percent of
whatever we all might google up on the topic, might just have some
real good merit and or validity to it, and so how do we even have a
knowing that allows us to sift and sort through all of it, so as to
eliminate the rotten bullshit, and then just end up with the cream of
the crop material, that is left, in the once really big pile of horse
shit? Well, say we had sort of a club like a SUB-GOOGLE who indeed
did rank stuff like this, as opposed to how many hits it things got,
which is 100% the way Google operated at present. Let me probe into
this with a nice hopefully non-offensive illustration here, kind
people. If Roxanne Bennett Shorrlarker, a huge star that I am on a
first name basis with, in a parallel universe; but this means nothing
here of course; were to post up onto any kind of social media,
something about her experience at a donut shop as a youngster, we'll
call it the Homemade-New-Dots, as over there, this is every bit as
our Dunkin' Donuts; and she told how the place was really not much
good, and how you were short changed, and how you were hit on all the
time by workers, and on and on; this would really count. If anyone
else in the county had written ten blurbs on various SM accounts,
verses Roxanne, it would be meaningless. Over there, this led to the
eventual demise of the place. Yet this happened to her as an
adolescent, when she and friends of hers, went there, and acted
wralty;
and Spell-Checker is worthless, and yes I know the word is
incorrectly
spelled;
but you get the idea. So the slant that the free press as well as the
powerful celebs all have in this age of SM (Social Media) are all
items that come into play, like it or not; when things such as any
really true information, is ever searched for on this GAP
internet
of ours.
How
does all of this fit together in the simplest possible way for me to
illustrate? Well, I'll do my very best now to make this work. I never
ever did anything to deserve all my music to be stolen, and me to be
hated. I
had every right when it was stolen, to be both angry, and fight back.
When I did, I was treated like Adolph mother fuckiGN Hitler. If brain
and mind worked the way the APA believes, totally 100%, nothing else
possible; this would only happen, if the world was high school,
grammar school, or kindergarten.
It might happen if I lived in a totally communist county, ninety
years ago, controlled by some evil monster dictator; and I dared to
speak out, when I was injured and wronged. But
I was taught back in cunt lapping school, that we had freedom here in
this country. If you were violated, you had rights. Well, that's a
mother fuckiGN laugh and a half.
Personally,
I'd much rather believe that there is a lot more going on behind some
wild invisible OZ-CURTAINS,
just as in the original movie, with Dorothy, and the twister, that
was depicted in that room at the end of that long scary hallway, in
Oz City, than to believe that this is just some super-power nation,
that for no reason at all, decides one day to randomly play
eeny-meeny- miney-mo, and that I was one of the
chosen-to-be-persecuted, and then voile, welcome to the adult life of
one Michael Wayne Mountainpen! Now as for the dam opinions of all
things, being rated by status and power, right down to only the stars
and celebs count and only the powerful wealthy press can decide who
are crack pots and who are not, when they get that wrong a minimum of
half the dam time; now people; that is egregious beyond any spoken
word. Calling this entire new age system despicable, and atrocious,
isn't even beginning to say a fucking thing about any of it!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
it will be a bright sun shiny day, mister Johnny Nash, from back in
1972, but all I know is that my life is anything at all resembling a
sunrise; and that, you can take straight into the bank; along with
androids, rocks, and equations; Captain J. Tiberius Gloucestersharks
Kirk!!!!!
THEY
JUST WANT OUR RESPECT; GREAT CUZZ, NOT OUR VEILED COMPLIMENTS THAT
MERELY SERVE TO DISGUISE OUR EVIL LUSTS.
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON; 24 TIMES OVER!!!!!!!
HEY,
I'M FUCKING BIPOLAR, AND IF I WANT TO LAUGH AND CRY IN TH ESAME
BREATH, APA, THAT'S NONE OF YOUR MOTHER FUCKIGN BIZZ, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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