SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF 11/26/2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
The Pink Goddess Has Somehow Aided Me In My Personal Computer with Firefox Browser
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I don't have all the answers, merely that some wild thing happened. First, she seems to be able to come through my Comcast with bursts of pink color. Then, a burst inside my head told me if I do something on the computer, I will get prompts to be able to operate my blogs on BLOGGER DOT COM through my FIREFOX again, which was messed up for months now. without it, my blogs look all stupid and screwy.
If
this posts up, I have Sarah Krassle to thank for this.
This is SUPPLEMENTARY BLOG ENTRY OF 12/26/2015
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ALL
DAYDREAMERS AND NANA'S,
highlander
miracles all my life,
it
never works,
keep
buzzing me Morty,
time
and miracles
The
simple facts of all things is that while we live and exist as
hyperspace entities or as human beings on planet Earth inside of a
body, in many parallel universes; we cannot be sure of anything other
than doubting is a prudent thing to do. This is
why you all doubt me and no one believes a word I say, and you
all read me out of pure amusement and fun, well,
MOST OF YOU; and that's totally cool. There is hope for me
in the shadows, as long as a few even keep
reading and laughing. Just keep the angry stair chasing
going on somewhere else, or I'll move even farther away to an
asteroid or something. 'Gollllllleeeeey-Sarge'; 'that is so not for
me', and I wish I had never ever seen what I saw, on that day in
1972, Congressman Oak-Angel. The BRIGGBASE
CULT is the reason why this all seems to
follow the pattern of me leaving a string of hot shots behind me like
freaking breadcrumbs. If you have more questions anybody,
regarding this, talk to them, use the darn FASCITAR and go visit the
Province Olympia with the 6-10 Waking Freeze-Get Past The Fear
instructions, given over and over on my many blogs. Then will
yourself onto the BRIGGBASE, to ask these kind wonderful darling
peeps there, IF YOU FREAKING BLOODY SHOE MACE CAN DARE, LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. You won't be in any neck of the
woods you're used to being in, let me warn you right up front there,
sudden storms Al Roker, my pal. How I loved hearing you when you
first got started decades ago. Don't ever change or stop, I love you
DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
I AM NOT WINNING
ANY POPULARITY CONTEST. MORIANITY IS NOT A POPULARITY CONTEST, JUST
AS CHRISTIANITY WAS NOT AS WELL.
|
WELCOME
TO MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT
folks, I was told to leave a church when so many miraculous
things kept spontaneously popping up all around me, back in 1975.
These days here in Florida, and even before that while living with
the MIGHTY-KINGS, of Atlantic City, and Berryville-Hammonton; make
that look tame and innocent as a small child in simple prayer.
JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE if we please, huh upbeat TWINBAY of Egg Harbor
Township, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, M. w. Galaxy?
Lookey
here me' peeps, it is a nice cool evening, at 66 degrees, and the
only bad news in that the next several days coming up are expected to
have afternoon highs into the middle eighties, 5-10 degrees of a
jump, and this is it, YO, no more nice cool weather for a long time.
Hot ass fucking summer in this area is coming up sooner than I dare
wish to think about it, and yet people, this is the least of my cunt
chewing woes, believe THAT, please, sir Lurch Rockdroid Rottenberry,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership
With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT.
So
what is really going on, Tesla-27
Jehovah???
OH
BABY I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO,
AND
PRECIOUS
I
NEED YOUR
CODES TO SHOW,
1-2-3.
Nicola
Tesla knows the 27-dream is all true!!!!!!!!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
SUP,
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. ALL ILLEGAL HACKER CRASHED ME AT
AROUND 10:07 POST MERIDIAN AS I WAS UNDERLINING THE ABOVE ROW OF
LETTER-Z'S. WHEN I HIT MY UNDO BUTTON, A MESSAGE POPPED UP IT WOULD
COST ME ONE DOLLAR TO UNDO. SO I CLOSED MY EYES AND SAID, “OH GREAT
PINK GODDESS WHO RULES, PLEASE LET ME ESCAPE THIS HACKER”. BOOM, IT
RELEASED ME. I DON'T PAY EXTORTION MONEY TO CRIMINALS, FEDERAL BUREAU
OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!!!! THE HACKER DID IT AGAIN, FBI, AT 10:13.
MAYBE SHERIFF MASCARA WHEN HE IS ALL FINISHED CHOWING DOWN WITH THE
PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY PEOPLE, CAN LOOK INTO THIS FOR ME, ATTORNEY
GENERAL BONDI OF FLORIDA, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Please
meet me at the waterfalls and park where Diana and I are, pink
goddess, at around one tomorrow morning, Eastern Standard Time. I
will be there in Astral-Body, and need to talk to you!!!!!!!!
Thank
you so much, lovely tall teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
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!
I
thought you said things would be all right in the dam morning
light!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LightHOUSE, no, Microsoft-Google
Corporation, so SAHWEE Mister Japanese Ambassador of 1941.
EEEEEEEEEEE, kapow!
Oh
the letter 'M' is in my name, both first and laugh to haunt my soul.
The evil letters of their game, they own our lands and we pay their
toll. Hackers and powerful controllers over MACHINE-MIND,
and now makes ISIS the Goddess, and the troublemakers, both pale in
comparison, just like the dim light of a dying flashlight, as the
bright sunrise begins to fucking emerge; YO BRO, YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH GREAT PINK GODDESS!
I
promise you I'll never try and escape this galaxy again, with or
without far away, or nearby HALLS FAWCES,
my awesome Sarah-Stacey Krassle!!!!
“HO-HUM”
to quote my Naval Officer father. I sit on top of $50,000,000,000.00
worth of gold, not to mention silver, artifacts of great historical
value, coins, jewels beyond the wildest dream of all bearded
YARH-pirates; and alas maitees, I will take it to me' ol' grave, and
then, my wonderful daughter will have it, god bless her sweet heart,
Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, Thanks Giving night, November 26, 2015 @ 10:34-P.M.
MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE, CHAPTER 004
This
is a really cool website folks; check it out, YO. Hey daddy, screw
those secret museums and secrets. My wonderful daughter will have
your treasure to worry about soon now; not that she needs it! But
hey, Karma!
GEE,
golly, gash, darn this whole dang thing; oh great job keeper
Copyright Office, non
Ed Green Examiners!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes ladies and gentlemen,
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
and
I will always love her so!
and
I will always love her so!
and
I will always love her so!
and
I will always love her so!
and
I will always love her so!
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHEN YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D
PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T
SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE
PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.
WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts
I
remember the lady saying that if I called off one more time, they
probably would fire me. I told her I doubted that I could get there
with my cart, and she told me that I needed to make the call to the
guard post, and then just hope for the best. Suddenly, she followed
me outside and took the manilla envelopes in her hands. Then she
placed them in my back seat of that cart. Immediately, there were
play blocks like in kindergarten, that were there, and someone had
made them spell S-A-R-A-H--------K-R-A-S-S-L-E.
She asked me who she was and I told her it is not important, that all
I could think about was my job and my dam canceled life insurance
policy. Then suddenly she said to me, “Oh wait a minute, my husband
is here, and he told me he wants to talk to you, and that it's really
important”. Right away I am thinking, “I don't even know your god
dam husband”, but I just cooperated, and kept my big mouth shut,
and waited for him to come over to where we were standing, near to an
outer doorway, that led out to a good sized office type of parking
lot. As he approached however, he beckoned me to come out to where he
was, and I looked at his wife and she motioned for me to go out to
talk to him, and she then remained inside. This man, and this was in
late December of 1983, was Professor Michio Kaku, looking just like
he does in these modern days and times that we all see him on TV or
know him if we attend the NYU. He is a professor of Theoretical
Physics, but I never ever put that together until very recently, even
after seeing this great intellectual man now, for several years on my
TV. In that wild interaction, he stands there very intent, listening
to me telling him how there are two 5-D hyper-space directionality
events that move into each other to create singularities, and how
this is the eleven dimensions in String Theory, that are needed to
complete very complex formulas that only work in eleven dimensions,
and I was explaining to him why indeed this was so, and he was
listening very intently.
There
is a lot more to this, but I am leaving it all here for right now.
But yes, I had this happen in the time span of about ten minutes, or
what some call very short vivid dreaming spurts. I woke up to a hand
on my shoulder and a loud voice from Howey, saying to me, “Up you
go you schmuck, it's time to go now”. Howey loved to call me a dam
schmuck, all the dam time. I didn't fucking like it at all. In fact,
he treated me so badly, that when my Uncle John Leonard Mason and his
son John Stuart, came to the eats-place to rescue me out of this
hellish nightmare situation that I'd gotten myself into, my uncle who
was always an easy fighter and loved to swing on lots of people all
throughout his life, and who had been a boxer, and was 6-2 and very
athletic and strong; wanted to punch Howard's lights out; but my
cousin John Stuart and I managed talking him out of it, and we just
got onto the nearest on-ramp in that area of Orlando, for the great
I-95 highway, and we headed back for their home, somewhere around
Northwest Eleventh Avenue, in Fort Lauderdale, FL-USA-ESMWG. Yes
folks, my mom and I never knew what ''GOT INTO MY COUSIN
JOHN-STUART'', on that day back in middle 1994, to make him treat me
like total shit out of the blue. Now I believe that MORIANITRY calls
this, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, YO YO YO YO!!!!! And p;ease trust me
people, because,
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
Remember;
the same people in 1984, were there around me, in 1983.
I
told you that I started to watch a movie tape purchased from the Fort
Pierce, Florida, Good Will Store, on Route 1, at the Virginia Avenue
Shopping Mall, maybe a year to two years ago, that I had sitting in a
pile on top of a credenza type piece of furniture filled with shelves
of VHS videotapes. This movie is called, “The
Ring”. I began viewing it, and about 15 minutes into it or
so, POOF-POTTER-ALAGAZAM, Simon Says,
and all sorts of other names in magic; I suddenly was struck hard, by
a repressed memory that came back to me; all the way from late May,
of 1983; when my mailbox was screwed with, outside the home that my
mom and I were renting, in Atco, New Jersey, USA, at 134 Norris
Avenue, in Eastern Camden County; owned by the owner of the nearby
Atco L&S Nursing Home, Mister Gerald Pliner! Now if you thought
you needed some anti-fainting smelling salts before, you will need a
much fucking larger supply of it now, if you choose to read on here,
lads and lassies! THAT, I totally promise you all, my BRO!
NOVEMBER
26, 2015,
LATE
THURSDAY NIGHT AT 10:57,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY--------(H-79/L-73).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 69%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 78.
WIND
IS E AT 13, GUSTING TO 30.
Dirt
bag death angel Morty again, at 10:50
ON
MY RIGHT SIDE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am very sick and tired of this fucking shit,with these god dam gods,
fucking with me for ten thousand years or more, and to quote Dawn
King, “This is on my last nerve”!
Golly
gash gee darn it, 1988 and 1989 Copyright Examiners, and all of
Mountainpen's musical projects of those days and times; I sit here
wondering, WHAT NEXT, huh gorgeous Judge
Judy???????????????????????????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Someday
I'll mother fucking cunt eating learn not to ever get my hopes up
that this pink goddess wants anything from me other than to torment
me endlessly, and there truly is no mother fuckiGN escaping her, she
owns the Milky Way Galaxy, and won't ever let me out of it, huh Gary
Mitchell????????????????????? I tried t post my blog up at BLOGGER on
the FIREFOX, and again it was hacked. Monday or Tuesday, I will go to
STAPLES and get my guru to come over and fix this thing, and do some
other work. Fortunately, I miscalculated my checking balance, and
made it appear that I had two bucks less in the account, so I will
now have to throw the money away for the guru, thanks to the fuckiGN
worthless FBI and their inability or unwillingness to help me with
these horrible mother fuckiGN computer criminals, and the same goes
for that AG and that SHERIFF!!!!!!!!! thanks for mother fuckiGN
nothing, great powerful wonderful peeps!!!!!!!!!! And I was crashed
when I started this additional page on this document, for the mother
fuckiGN cunt chewing record; lads and lassies, YO
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY
DEATH.
IF
I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY
DEATH.
IF
I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY
DEATH.
IF
I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY
DEATH.
IF
I WAS PRESIDENT OF THE USA, COMPUTER HACKING WOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY
DEATH.
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