SATANS
FUCKING ARMY
THE
DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES
HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 132
I
TOLD YOU THE STOCK MARKET WOULD BOTTOM OUT AROUND SIXTEEN-KAY, AND
YOU WOULDN'T MOTHER FUCKING BELIEVE ME, DUMB ASS PEOPLE!
AND
HERE IS WHY, FOR A VERY BRIEF SYNOPSIS. First,
the entire medical and legal community is political, and the lobbies
all own everything, and Donald Trump knew all this as a baby with a
five cent fuckiGN candy bar in one hand,and the Amy's Mom copy of the
Wall Street Journal in the other one. I never said this man is not
veraciously intelligent and greedy to own the entire galaxy some day,
IF HE CAN PULL IT OFF, and don't even
think about counting my sixth CUZZ
out on that one, folks; pweeeeeeeeeze!
I
could tell shit that would wipe out the world and its fuckiGN sanity,
overnight, if that is, and I don't; had a real non-agent and
n0n-family audience. They won't let me either, as all things that I
ever try and do for sixty one mother fuckiGN twat chewing years,
'THEY' TOTALLY STOP/KIBOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I call the
'THEY', the MILI-2-FORCE. You can all call it whatever the mother
fucking hell you want to. Sawn alla-U.
The
bull market rally for the past two weeks has corresponded to major
property damage, major persecution, and major everything that makes
parallel event and using this tool covertly on anyone, a living
nightmare mother fuckiGN hell! No fire burning with brimstone could
ever be worse, than being a victim named Mountainpen (Mark Wayne
Mohr).
I
had to go to my doctor today, and I have so much to tell you that it
would fill an entire library up if I got into all of the hidden
meanings and bullshit that is really honestly behind the GREAT
POWERFUL OZ CURTAINS; to all things that surround all of us,
and by no means just mother fuckiGN me, people!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still,
my friends and fiends out here, and RAW; I have some people working
on something, that enemies are real pissed off about, involving
proving with a statistical mathematical curve, and algorithm; that
there is no way certain things are happening to me by pure random.
Not even with odds that go into numbers with literally
ninety or more zeros after them. And this is just some of the
shit that I am now working on. I have decided to do major things, and
one of them, is run far away to a tropical island like Fiji as I
would rather die on the beach at Fiji, than keep putting up with this
mother fuckiGN shit. The trick with using the GAWNUM is not seeing if
it is the world's greatest predictor of things since the sixty-four
I-Ching hexagrams were invented, thousands of years ago, by the most
intelligent people on this planet; the great awesome
CHINESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good
morning Sheriff sir, and Mizz AG Pam Bondi, ma'am. I had to deal with
a lot of mother fucking dogshit today as always, and I want to tell
you the story. First, I do not trust anybody or anything. If my older
daughter has any traits that I totally respect, this is one of them,
as she too feels this way, and I am on her list also, and that is
fine and dandy. No one should trust anyone, only a mother fuckiGN
blithering idiot goes around trusting shitsapookna, and shit, oh
great Microsoft Smart-Dictionary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now on with my day. I
went to leave for my doctor appointment and just as I am going out of
my door, the illegal jerk off across from me was exiting his
''storage apartment'' to quote resident manager Debra Moratto. We
took the same elevator down, only I went down to the lobby to go out
to my car in the parking lot. He on the other hand, got off on floor
number four and went down onto the east wing of the building, the far
end from where I live two floors above. Two other enemies on my floor
got in my way intentionally coming home, and they all force their way
into the elevator before allowing those who are trying to exit; to do
so. I
am going to complain about this horrendous behavior to DM again,
not that it will do me a bit of mother fucking good, Sheriff Mascara,
kind sir!!!! All floors should have a posted rule, “Those
exiting an elevator must be allowed off first”.
Only in a rat hole welfare bum building like this; would you need a
sign. I feel like I am living with JAY
JAY DIE NO MIGHT and all the fuckiGN gangs of South Chicago, or
Harlem, NY,
whatever----RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fun, fun, fun, mommy. Boy oh boy oh
boy. Nobody has the mother fuckiGN right to bring cock sucking god
dam kids into this world, unless they are financially able to give
them a decent way of life. Trump can brag all he wants to, but he
fuckiGN knows he was given a top education, and if he ever tells any
of you he had a paper route or delivered burgers and fries to go to
those top ass fuckiGN schools, then he would be lying through his
snotty rich teeth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
132, AMP,
HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
I
think it was the illegal's in James' apartment, but who can know. My
R.M. Debbie, tells me to be nosy, and look and see; but
that is how I ended up with air out my tires
a while back, and now, I just bitch on my blogs, and
hope to die soon.
Naturally, when these illegal shits come around, it never fails, I
always get a burst of new mother fucking cock roaches scurrying out
of their shit hole place and right into my nice clean fucking
kitchen, YO!!!
Oh
mother fucking shit almighty; are my goddess dam ears underneath my
buckin' hat, Mizz Hollister, and Santa Sarah Claus Callio
CALL-TEN?????????
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
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Well
David Leigh Smith, all farms outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA
notwithstanding sir educator and marvelous one; sup dude? Are you
still one of the 'breathers'; to quote lovely Jenny L.
Hewett?????????????? AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike 1971
McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey YO, is it 1975 or is it
1980? Hey maybe its even the fifteen year. Go give your wife a big
hug, buddy!
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. And WOW did things change 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.
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.
I
am not even permitted by these crooked housing authority people to
look for a place back home and keep my place here for a few months,
but these illegal bastard special illegal favored cock suckers across
from me, can slam in and out endlessly, keep shit stored in an
apartment endlessly; while I am the jerk off for yelling out, ''hey
ump, fowl fucking ball, YO''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not cunt
chewing fair and it's not cunt chewing right; Attorney General Pam
bondi, Governor Rick Scott, great ma'am and great sir!
OCTOBER
8, 2015,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 6:34,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 76%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS NE A4, WITH GUSTS TO 20.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE-------(H-84/L-70.
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.
I
AM UNDER A SKY-DEATH-SIEGE, AND TWO FUCKING CUNT LAPPPING DAYS OF
HELL FROM HALLS FUCKING FAWCES, AKA THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
they do not like however, is when I start telling things about my
daughter's family, or my cousin Donald and his distant relations,
and things that can really upset apple-carts all over the streets
of many many towns. Oh well, HWGA All kids in all towns, and all
streets!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
MISTER R.H. MACY.
AND
TO THINK THEY PLANTED ALL THAT STUFF ALL THOSE DECADES AGO, JUST
FOR ME TO GO AND FIND, UP IN THAT RPL-ATTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They
also hate permission barriers, lab technicians, and the King
family being talked about by me so dam often, uh-oh! Am I really
'Santey-Claus', Your Honor, or do you just own 'thee biggest'
department store in NYC; Mister 34th
Street?
3+4/3x4
and the two functions of mathematics equals Mister Orwell. But it
also owns other shit like conspiracies to make people ill for
decades, and horrible dam highway houses that connect up through
late in 2010 and down here in Fort Pierce, FL-USA, at 25th
& Orange. But that can all wait for heaven, or maybe in my
case, said better; HELL!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM
REALE,
IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT
OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER
OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew when I woke up in Cherry Hill, New Jersey around
8 in the dam morning, on 15 August of 1986; that
something was real fucking ass wrong. But
just what the hell was it, Patty Hollister? Well,
to begin with, Dave Smith's great blackboard taught me so powerful
lessons that went far beyond school or learning my
ABC'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I could not stop this
nightmare no matter how many religious tracts I passed out in
Gloucester; that was the convincer-punch of the Boxers
Association, cubed and fucking
CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who
hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty
Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result,
things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and
non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and
viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent
entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these,
all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the
planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May
1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild
two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal
where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of
this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and
eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of
tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom
Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football
League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second
interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical
black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to
come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a
relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade
back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof
or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the
rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said
so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the
LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a
contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in
Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin'
and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN
from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the
music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite
resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent
that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major
time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is
all way more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit,
YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe
traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass
forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another
wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this.
First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors,
and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged
the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had
misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency
number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the
shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about
that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance
Briscoe????
Don't
let me fool you for a second. I have way more questions than I do
answers, on topics concerning everything from Exploratron PEEPEE to
how I am effected by time running at two different speeds in my
apartment, and a zillion other things. I can present good arguments
for why I am where I am as far as what I currently believe about
stuff, and then as things progress and change, all the new Y'S as
well. Still, that's a dam far cry from telling you that I know the
score. I don't know the score, and if anyone tells you I said that I
do, then they are lying to you. Also, if I tell you that; then I
became the biggest dam liar of all of them. Folks; I don't wish to
hurl what may be left of my credibility, down the dam toilet.
For
reasons that perhaps a good Software-Engineer can explain; some blogs
that I do, where I make the field wider, by typing from the bottom of
an existing site, belonging to another poster, that for reasons I do
not understand, causes my blog to then widen, and look nicer, and
even allow colored lines to blend together, rather than look all ugly
and infantile; also have another feature involved. Not always, but
sometimes, the blog done this way on my Open-Office Program, seems to
disappear in parts, sometimes by most, and the only way to ever read
it again is either to read it on the posted sites, or re-paste in
from posted sites, that turns it back into a smaller field again, but
allows the blog to be read again. I can never be sure when suddenly I
go to paste in my blog to Blogger, and poof, it all appears to have
been lost. The only hope is that at the bottom, a highlighted paste
color seems to go down into the bottom of the page and right down
through the screen. When this happens, usually, the entire blog does
in fact paste in. This is what happened yesterday, when I posted up
Chapter 085 of HIFISAF. But I could not be sure until it was up
there. OH
GEEEEE-WILIGARS;
the mighty Doctor
Harold Camping said it all;
OH
MY.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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IS FIXED
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!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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shadows and many illusions surround us; peeps!
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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!
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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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BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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all know there's a lot wrong everywhere, DGS!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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