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HELL
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IN STONE
AND FIRE
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How
do I know they are in your mind and literally, they are your mind?
Simple. I have been blocking something else that my dad told me in
1974 when he came up to Oaklyn, to the Dellway Arms Apartments, to
visit with me after a decade of his mysterious disappearance when I
was nine and a half or so. Also, I blocked the shit from a few months
later still, when I was over at PP-Senior's Philly apartment that
day, that all connects into this other thing my Space Platforms Star
Trek father imparted to me early one morning in January around two or
three of the clock. Shortly after he had told me before we retired
for the night, about
his Island Universe deal;
he told me all about his very unique and somewhat disgusting, to
quote my treadmill shoe tossing kid; way of
reaching this astral place.
We need not get into this revolting bullshit for right now. I know my
entire family all know the ugly details. What I need to tell as a
retaliatory strike won't take long, and then; I may go off the grid a
while, since my few followers have just about deserted me; and who
needs these ingrate emmereffers anyway!
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First,
I'll make a quick correction here, peeps. It was not
Patty-Paula Somnambulist Queen's Apartment. I meant to say her
coworker Steve's place, over in Philadelphia, back in 1974,
'when
I was over at PP-Senior's Philly apartment that day';
sorry about that, Chief Maxwell, and all chaos theories.
I
will get back to Patty, Steve, and my GAP dad! There was a Dairy
Queen place near my apartment back in 1974, one block up from it on
the White Horse Pike, and the dude that owned it, was a traveler or a
(T3E). He knew another parallel universe me from some station. I
don't know if it was a radio-TV station, a gasoline station, a power
station, or a RAW station, without or without any governors,
Washington travelers, or really good people of the feminine gender.
Still, he talked with me about something called, Glenn Turner
Enterprises. Also, some really strange things happened at the DQ,
every bit as strange as their sister one half a buck of miles to the
east on the same route-30 WHP, down near Atlantic City, in
Pleasantville. Shortly after this man and I no longer were in
contact, as a result of my moving to Lindenwold from Oaklyn up in
Jersey, and back in late winter of 1975, with the help of PH and SC
or his twin; I met the other magical dude and his side-kick who I
used to refer to a lot as simply, “The Chinese Girl”. I may write
a song someday if I can do it from a safe harbor, far away from evil
empire America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, my dad told me a lot
of things, as did the Invent-help man, that day decades later;
without realizing they were being trance-hypnotized. I know that I
told a few powerful things that my father spoke of, such as his
knowing the movies of Star Trek that were not to even start coming
out for more than four years after his visit with me in January of
1974, describing the space stations that were building and
maintaining the starships, exactly as these movies all came to show,
in full detail. This made a Nostradamus prediction look like a match
stick next to a bond fire, with his vague Quatrain Predictions.
Still, my dad spoke about one thing that I doubt I ever blogged and
told. In a very round about way that is unmissable in hindsight; told
me detailed accounts of my life in 1983 while at Jerry Pliner's
rented home, such as my weird medical condition starting up there, as
well as how this entire year and my moving into that house, was all a
planned out chess move, by a parallel universe group of travelers.
The people who his friends knew, were not the alphabet soup agencies
of this universe, but of that parallel world; and they used something
quite different from the Fascitar, that Patty Hollister came along
right after my father ended his visit and returned back to Baton
Rouge, Louisiana, USA. These people were living in that town, their
kids attended the local high school, the mother had a part time job
running what today would be considered to be a day-care service; and
they seemed to have major connections to the entertainment world.
Same as Cousin Donald the multi-billionaire. I may be a lightweight
loser, Mister Arms-waver; but take you for a prime example. Is there
one other wealthy person who took such an interest in entertainment;
ladies and gentlemen? You see, there is an Astral Plane group called
the Briggbase. The real entity that is just dreaming he is Donald
Trump humanly, runs and controls this Briggbase and its ops. Many of
their satellite families, were the stealth agencies after 1948, and
still are today; and many of these folks are also in and part of the
gang of mind-control world owners/entertainment world gurus. My
father told me also, that hitler said that if he could take over
Hollywood, he could win the Second War War without dropping another
bomb. This is a topic that could be discussed at lengths that would
take days and days of me typing and you reading, and you don't seem
much interested in me any more, as per my view counts. So I am not
about to keep casting my pearls before all of this swine, to quote
directly fro the mighty historical scriptures.
This
is what the forces of Mister Hall don't want said, when
compressed and condensed into a quintessential nutshell; and in or
out of any and all great Avalon Beach clubs, of Fort Pierce, Florida,
USA, and not up in Jersey, at the Dellway Arms, in 1974; when
to quote the mighty Resorts Hotel, of Atlantic Hack Trump City; “IS
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN”, with or without seances, or Sabrina
Collins, at the great Colinwood Estate; on that terrific, and
marvelous, fabulous, electrifying television show of the sixties,
called “DARK SHADOWS”!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
Dark
shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
And
I'll be a lonesome rover!
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Lots
of my mother fucking hellish nightmare can be explained by two
things; HALLS FAWCES, AND HALLS WALLS.
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL SECRETS
OF:
HALL'S
FAWCES, AND HALL'S WALLS
WHICH,
and WITCH,
To
this day, I will never know.
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this day, I will never know.
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this day, I will never know.
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this day, I will never know.
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this day, I will never know.
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BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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Lots
of my mother fucking hellish nightmare can be explained by two
things; HALLS FAWCES, AND HALLS WALLS.
HALL'S
FAWCES, AND HALL'S WALLS
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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