MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0002
Lenny
did not understand, even though he shared with me the great words
that I heard spoken by Mister Louis Farrakhan last Saturday,
regarding the 400 year prophesied tyranny of Mister Black by Mister
White, that is up in the year of 2019; the age that I happen to turn
65 not Middle Road in Berryville, mind you, but age 65; but Lenny did
not understand or know, my secrets that even I did not know, OR DID
THE SON OF A BITCH????? Well naturally, we left off here the other
day, and the stock market never ever moves any place other than up
and up and up, just as I said. But did Mister Lenny McKinnon know
about me? Here are some very interesting things to sit down and
ponder over, that leads most rational thinkers to see that at least,
the possibility, if not the probability for this, does indeed exist.
Every
single thing that Mister Louis Farrakhan said back last Saturday, to
me anyway, was total truth; and I couldn't have agreed with him
more,
and
remember that I sit on some powerful secrets, and am seeing what he
said through my knowledge of those secrets. First
of all, I have lived as Mark Wayne Mohr for just under sixty-one
years, and never ever before or since, did anyone ever have any
desire to join in any way with me on anything. Oh and before you say,
well, that is because you had done some really good music, were
working in a sound studio at the time, and things just as a result,
sort of fell into place. Fine and dandy, but I have a little come
back message for anyone thinking that. In 2013 I copyrighted another
project, only this project connected into gigantic things such as
mysterious illnesses, the mistreatment of small powerless helpless
people, by large 'owner-America 1%ers', (the new and wonderful
recent Alex Jones topic of this decade by the way, and not invented
or created by little old dam me), and last but in no way least, even
though I did not work at RPL in 2013 as I did in 1980, way way way
way more people in many circles,not just entertainment, all knew I
was there with a powerful tale to tell, and that I was indeed for
real, and the only thing made up was the new rendition of an old
song, written by me in middle 1983. So my point here is not that just
because I did this, people should have come flooding around me and
wanting to know more, even though in any real world I lived in 40
years ago, that would be the case; but that back in 1980, what
happened then, if one was to take a look at my entire life as if done
in one of those near death experience so-called life reviews, where
an entire life is examined over a dead body on a medical table, then
what happened in 1980 with Howard and Lenny, was the unusual item
that never really should have or would have happened, based on my
entire combined other life experience; so it begs the question quite
beyond life sized and super gargantuan; “Why did this all go down
in 1980 the way that it did”?
But
before I try wearing out all of the super sleuth queries that pertain
to this 4-demo-1980 deal in my year-1980 life, let me talk about the
actual man that the Chief Engineer introduced me to, Lenny McKinnon.
First, he was the first openly white hating and extremely prejudiced
black person who I had met in my two and a half decade short life at
the time, so why get involved with a white songwriter, me; when
songwriters are more ubiquitous and all around everywhere, than
Johnny Appleseed's apple seeds? It makes zero sense on its face
without even delving into it at all. But quite obviously, there are
tons more things, when looking back and remembering it all at a safe
hindsight distance; that are making the plot to all of this just keep
growing thicker and thicker and thicker! In other words in first
grade writing, Lenny sure didn't need me if he was looking for a
songwriter or ten, to promote. He despised me, so why did he want to
get involved? And the bigger why is, even though he did come into the
RPL Sound Studio to do some of his other stuff, why would Howard and
him start talking about me or my insignificant four recently cut demo
tunes, when I am always the invisible man who spends a lifetime in
total obscurity? First, they had to bring the topic of ME up, in the
first place. Then a general interest in my music had to become topic
of some kind of their conversation. Then the third move from zero to
where they talk to me about stuff, happens. Never ever has anything
like that, before or since, happened to me. If I was just 30 or so,
maybe this would not be all that big of a deal, but whether any of
you reading this can dig it or not; double that 30 to a 60 year span
of life, and it really is something to scratch your head over, but
that is just if all there was to all of this shit, was this. IT
WASN'T.
Every time Lenny would call me up at 1802 Robin hill, many times on
weekends, and a few times in the afternoon before I started my shift
of 4-12:30 at the RPL job, he would record the conversation. Like
clockwork, I heard the cassette tapes being either flipped over from
side A to side B, or changed from one tape to another tape. He would
tell me, “Just a second” and then I would clearly hear this,
every single thirty minutes like clockwork. He engaged me in long
conversations, about a lot more things than just music. This is why I
make the joke about his weak bladder. He had no weak bladder and was
not pausing to grab a quick piss, but instead, he was changing tapes.
So
do I believe that Lenny, the great promoter; knew the big family
skeleton, back in the summer time of 1980; when my Chief Recording
Engineer at RPL Sound Studio Labs, introduced the two of us, after I
cut those four demo tunes, THE MORNING LIGHT,
LOST LOVE, LONG RIVER BLUES, and LOVE SO HIGH? ''You
bet your ass'' I do! But as
more time passed, I began to find the man quite distasteful and ugly
for a wide variety of reasons, and so did my mother. He seemed to
have more of a role in my life than being a business associate. One
day on a weekend day, early in the autumn somewhere, he began talking
to me about the very same thing, that the Minister L.F. Was talking
about a week ago in Washington, DC at the 20 year anniversary of the
MMM. It was exactly the same thing, only I did not hear LF refer to
it as the Rastafarian movement. The dates all matched, and it was an
incredible story. I heard it for the first time while I was watching
and hearing the man speak to the crowd, or did I? It wasn't until
hours afterward, while watching some other show on TV, that bells
went off in my head and made the connection to 35 years ago with LM.
Now some people may think that the only reason I make a big deal out
of this is because that period in my life was pretty wild compared
with the otherwise more quiet and bored times, at least until the
second half of the eighties came along and my problems with the
Milituforce began. Also, some may see this as my sour grapes over
giving him 700 dollars and getting back only an ocean of insults and
not only no help at all promoting my music, but somehow selling it or
whatever he did without proper authorization, to Robin Gibb and Marcy
Levy. One of th ebiggest tricks back then, was searching copyright
holders who wrote some really cool arrangements but only said on the
copyright forms that protected their work, ''words & music''.
This way,l a new song could be written AROUND the tune of an
arrangement, without infringing legally on that copyright holder's
work, and denying them a good legal case, or any remunerative sharing
in profits resulting from a hit song. I can never prove any of this,
but one of these four songs he was handling was LOST LOVE. Two weeks
after we met, this song began to pop onto the Billboard HOT-100
chart, and started dropping down towards low top ten numbers very
fast, week after week. It was called, “Help Me”. Maybe the title
should have been, “We Help Our-Self”, but in any case, the
coincidence was impossible to ignore, and yet there is still more to
tell. When we got together in Philly a few times, I had to board a
train to get back to the Ferry Avenue Camden Train Station of the
PATCO High Speed Line, and then drive into my job at RPL. But one
time in particular, I had driven into the city and met Lenny at the
Redding Terminal, as he had taken the train into Philly from his home
out in Redding, Pennsylvania. When we had finished up some business,
he said to me, “Take me over to Sigma”. I did, and I saw him go
inside. He knew these people well. This was the largest Philadelphia
recording Studio back then. They did all of the top A-List musical
people's recording who were in that area as opposed to out west on
the coast or up in New York City. It was owned by the illustrious
dudes, Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff. Lenny referred to them later on
as, ''his pals''. Some readers of this blog may or may not remember
that one particular day where I picked Lenny up at the Redding
Terminal. We went somewhere and when we crossed over Broad Street in
Philadelphia after we had finished, the light had turned red and I
was stopping my car. He suddenly pulls out a big 45 piece and says to
me that if I don't go through the light, he'll blow my dam head off.
Howard Solomon later told me that day at the RPL Studio when I
arrived and into the shift after all the day people were gone ad we
could talk in a quieter and more private environment; “Oh he was
just horse shitting with you”. Yeah, my ass!
Jane
Whoreweeds Sleazedisease just got me again with her fuckiGN page
eleven of eleven. Let me compensate with my dam five numbers, please
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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YOU
DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE YOUR FUCKING MISERABLE GUTS,
DEAR JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do
I believe, that this getting together of Howard Solomon---Chief
Recording Engineer, myself, and Mister McKinnon; was some powerful
accident? Do I believe this was NOT some huge
set up, for some wild outlandish, and totally bizarre reason?
NO and NO; would be my response!
Now let me speak a second or so about the four demo tunes, which is a
long story from the tales of the weird before we even get started.
But keeping things all normal and surface level, for the great PP my
EX-partner of SPR; two of these four tunes were country-rock which
had not been invented yet. Instead of liking the idea that was a
dozen years ahead of its time when finally it was introduced as
“HOT-COUNTRY”, they shunned me as the musical space cadet. WEIN?
Still, the other two tunes were done in a light mellow disco style.
Now the hot-country tunes were sung by Andrews. I met him at Al
Pileggi's basement in Westmont, New Jersey, just a block away from
where I attended the seventh and the eighth grade, at the Haddon
Township High School. They were in a small band. Bob painted houses
in the summer time in 1975, and was trying to get a job in Camden, at
some big place; and later on, he did become employed there, before
waking up one day, suddenly yearning for a public service career in
the Congress. He ran for President back in the 2002 Democratic
Convention. After this did not work out, he settled back as
congressman, and does a fantastic job. I of course could tell a
mountain more things, but who'd believe any of it? Still, as with
Howard and Lenny, there is a lot more to a lot of this stuff. If
you're asking me to go from 'A' to 'Z' without saying anything
esoteric about my DEMOS-DAYS, then forget it, as it won't be
happening. There is a force that goes far beyond the Planet Earth,
and they don't waste time coming to us in ships, and looking all
weird. But they are involved in the lives and reality of this world,
giving us our religion, our accelerated evolving process, and our
fingers and hands off more than just Donna summer's 1982 trigger of
love, but the World War 3 civilization termination buttons. If some
of us see things, well, the eyes normally see the stimulus around us
and then tell the brain through an Electro-Chemical process, just
what is being observed. But in rare cases, a direct mind link can be
established, and cause the eyes to see not the outside stimulus, but
rather, the inside mind. I happen to believe fully, because of my
life's experience and nothing else, in what I have labeled and called
without reservation or hesitation; the Exploratronic Supermind
Society (ESS) for a short abbreviation. Do I believe that certain
points and items, in our lives personally, as well as in larger
grouped reality items, be this nations or corporations or what have
you; are for reasons we may not see or understand one little bit;
being both observed, and even interacted and interfered with? No I
don;t believe this. I FUCKING TOTALLY KNOW THIS ladies and gentlemen
of the BFA, and anyone else out here reading this blog.
Now
how does this all connect my being a coffee-cream, Abe
Lincoln, the demos and the year
of 1980, and so very much more, from
Atlantic City and the TAWF,
to the great Plank Gods; well this
may take a while to really dig into all of this heavy meat.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I will sure try! In the mean time, I will not
stop telling you the hell that I go through 24-7-364.2422 right here
and now. It is just that I need to start some really big retaliation
for the total destruction and devastation of my life that has been
obliterated either by some cruel part of the fucking ESS, or by those
in the BFA who hate anyone who is a larger than normally connected
part, to the ESS. Just because I do not believe in the UFO phenomenon
in the same way that the UFO buffs do, does not mean that I am not
incredibly fucking interested in some of these folks who have had
''LIFE EXPERIENCES'' with these items. I would give anything to know
some of these people and be in with them. I have heard, that they
too, just as with me, have, or lots of them have, very failed lives,
very spurious events in their lives from mystery illnesses to people
shunning them to a million other horrible fuckiGN things, and on and
on I could go. I have also heard some are persecuted and harassed as
am I, and as with me, we just never can get to the bottom of it, who
is doing this to us, and why, and so forth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
I can say, is that I do keep my word, and my enemies know that. If
they allow me to live, I will not rescind or renege. I have very very
little in the world, materially, but I have my good name and good
word, actually, via the kidnapping, my good name and credit are gone.
Still, I have not lost my word and my honor. I can sit here all up
set, or I can just keep marching along strong in the knowing that I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty evil
Milituforce!
Now
I remember making this deal. If they do not allow me to live, then I
will talk and say all manner of things. I may not be believed, but
after my blood is fucking spilled, it will automatically give my
words a lot more credibility. Who is going to just lie and lie and
lie, when they are dying and facing an angry and almighty god, who
claims to hate liars, a direct quote from the bible, as SATAN is the
father of all lies, and god does hate Satan, evil, and sin, so make
no mistake about it.
But
now, suppose I close out today with a tiny bit of talk about Patricia
Hollister. No I don't have all the answers, and no I don't have all
of the possible facts all neat and straight, like a ton of dam ducks
all lined up nice and neat in a perfect row. I have to go with what I
can get, which never is very much in this dam life, including
information that may just come many times to me, second and even
third or fourth hand. But I did tell the great Lenny McKinnon, that I
know first hand, quite a few things, and that I would call my old
educator if I had to, Mister Marcucci, and to get him and his threats
made to me, ''that he owned me forever'', to stop; I would be willing
to even ''get him the Beatles''. I am sure Mister Marcucci would have
arranged for his great sixties buddies to speak to him, if that is
what he wanted. Me, I just wanted to escape him, music, and all of
it, forever! Well, they don';t let you out of the mafia, not even if
you offer them bowl after bowl of super oats, eaten in Carnegie Hall,
NYC-USA! Speaking of the mafia however; just why that dude from 'L&O'
came to Griffin Pipe a dozen years ago to talk to me, after I gave
the god of the Ring River, Psyche Myrathus, who went by the human
identity of Steve 1986-Jobs Murray; a really cool guitar vocal tape
of lovely deceased Karen Carpenter, from the great powerful RPL
Overage-File of 1980, that would have been toast and ash if I had not
taken it home when I did, with permission of course, from
Printer-Boss, Mike Walters; a cool dude, after you got to know him
for a while.
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP
FOREVER LIVELY GINA, I TOLD YOU!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
OCTOBER
17, 2015,
LATE
SATURDAY MORNINGNIGHT AT 10:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-81/L-75).
WIND
IS NE AT 8, WITH GUSTING TO 18.
HUMIDITY
IS 57%, FEELING LIKE 82.
Many
people have no shame at all. Remember that a parallel universe exists
somewhere, where you are me and I am you, for all those out here that
this may pertain to. When you do horrendous junky stuff unto your
brother, you do it to yourself, fifth dimensionally. It took the
MASTER to understand this; and he was smart enough to never try and
explain it the way Morianity tries, and fails at it so perfectly!!!!
It
may be only my opinion, but I have been its target even before it was
used in Waco, Texas against David Koresh and the Branch Davidian Cult
in the early nineties.
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY AMERICA. WHAAAAAAA!!!
Global Audience in shade ratio measurement:
Notice
how the project with 'Atlantic
Queen',
is perfectly 'sandwiched in-between', no, not a Subaru Car Commercial
and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and
Directors; but in this case; between two MAJOR
OTHER PROJECTS,
that seem to have effected my entire life, in ways that go beyond
phrases like, mind bending and brain breaking and bone chilling. You
get the general idea here, folks!!!!
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Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Oh
boy, this fucking cam totally stinks!!! Why won't this reset and
repair, YO??????????????????????????????????
Yes
sir, in a few years, I will be swimming in the moolah. But not
because of any lawsuit. Things are way more complex than any lawsuit
could ever be, and they can be quite mother fucking complex, I assure
you, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot of fucking jerk offs are clueless to
how to properly ask the great cat, anything at all, and get very
accurate fuckiGN answers. This is a skill that takes years to learn,
as it does not just predict. It forces a user to work out exact words
and phrases that make reality equalize and paint stories and answers
with numbers that are either compatible or not. Once you map out
something that works for a year for example, say maybe, keeping track
of whether college football teams win on games with opponents who can
be traced back accurately with several items connected, such as
weather, home or away game, streaks, and all sorts of neat little
things. When you get a game showing a compatible match for winning
under these circumstances for a whole year, then you ask the same
question, word for word, and this means you say, ''Penn State wins'',
and get the PCN for that. Then you plug in the PCN to five other
things. When the same things will be in play on a current game, you
plug in the date. If it is this day, October 17, 2015, you have to
get the PCN of that date. You also have to have a PCN for ''Penn
State loses''. When you get a compatible answer from the 2 PCN'S, for
winning or losing, then it signals NO BET. But if the WIN-PCN is
compatible, and the LOSE-PCN is not compatible, then you are safe to
play Penn State to win. For book point spreads, things of course will
get very complicated, and you need to put the GAWNUM equations on
some sort of a computer program that you can load in, and just type
things and then entering it will produce the PCN for whatever you
typed on the keyboard or spoke into your microphone.
These
mother fuckiGN jerk offs make that loud drilling sound seven days a
week. I t has gone on for a month and is every single day.
Mikey
is a super jerk off asshole who missed out on a real good thing, and
he can go straight to hell, him and his pal asshole fucking crook
Jasper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you try to do nice things for folks,
and they enjoy spitting all over you.
Dawn
really did in fact, bring it on. We all know that. Hopefully now, a
cosmic justice will punish her for hurting an already tormented soul
so badly, after I did no more than favor after favor for this
wretched entity, that passed herself off for a human being.
Here
comes another fire alarm at 11:27. Lots of doors, then the drilling
and that was early today also at 7:30, now a fire alarm, and they are
coming back strong again. Yes Dawn, you really did keep your promise,
and so did your rotten ass mom. You guys brought it on all right, and
took me straight to fuckiGN cunt lapping HELL!
I
think a lot of people are just totally clueless, from the greatest
scientific minds to the greatest folks of holiness and the cloth.
That is just my little and meager 'IMHO', but the mighty Mashell
Daniels of 1980, did and I imagine still would, entitle me to it.
Thank you great lovely MD, AKA 'Doctor-RPL'.
Between
my late relative, Heinz Gottwald permitting me,
and
you entitling me;
maybe
I should be doing a little better by now in this horrible life. Only
guess what you two; I AM NOT. All I am, Prophets of Nothing out
there, is
''I
AM HERE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Ringworm Scratching Molly Moley without any meal-clubs or great
classic teen movies. Teen bitches, chemtrails, Sally Starr imitating
daughters, and so much more; YO when will it all ever end, Almighty
Scylla Goddess? Do
I stay so clueless forever, that I too will be clinging to a pool
wall in the deep end,
and looking like a total fool, now or twenty years ago
Well,
stay tuned for more, and find out how clueless I am destined to stay
Patty Hollister. Still, she wanted me to use this Fascitar to make
second-phase contact with her TAWF. What happened half a decade ago,
just was phase-1-contact with TAWF and me. This is why she left those
magical papers in her trash can for my mom to find. How do I know
this for certain you might wonder. Well, first off, it is 35 past 11
and the fire alarm was just deactivated by the Fire Company. Second
off, I know this because Steve told me this. It seems she had a shot
too many one night at some bar in Gloucester, long ago, and told him
that. My query is, why am I the topic of so much conversation, you
know, Howard and Lenny at RPL half a dozen years later, and then back
then, with Steve and Patty?????????? How would Mister future Director
of the great powerful FCC say that, “Vely vely intelesting”? Yeah
old buddy, it really fuckiGN is, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS
CHAPTER
2
WHERE
ARE ME' BUCCANEERS???????
THEY'RE
UNDER ME' BUCKIN' HAT, LADY.
Now
don't you get too cozy there, Patty and Steve, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STAY
TUNED FOR CHAPTER 3.
Come
on guys; I need a break from this shit!!!
Mountainpen;
along with the
AG,
and
the Sheriff.
END
TRANSMISSION!
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