''Glad
To Not Be Where I Was 18 Hours Ago''
Somewhere
around daybreak yesterday, Monday; I was in a very
horrible situation in a parallel
universe. You would say I was having a nightmare.
Fine, word choices based on various degrees of Morianity flowing
through us, causes this, and nothing else. I had parked my car near a
gasoline station, and it was gone when I came back to where it should
have been. I have great respect for towel seepage effects of the
transdimensional multiverse that I exist in with all of you. Sure
enough, when I was putting gas into my car; several strange things
occurred that never ever happened in the entire six years of my life
here in Florida. Then certain items mentioned on the news last night,
in conjunction with these strange events, leads me to take some
preventative evasive maneuvers, when the start of business rolls
around today. It is probably nothing, but I do not ignore things that
can potentially spell disaster for me. I have a great deal of respect
for cosmos and the negative side to it that seems to have an
incredible affinity to me in this life as Mark Wayne Mountainpen
Mohr. Things worked out in the nightmare at the end, but I left that
universe and returned here to where my physical body is attached, in
sort of a half waking trance like state. I then slipped back into the
other universe, and sure enough, thongs tried to screw up again, and
I immediately left my doppelganger there, to leave him to deal with
it. I have me than enough troubles and woes right here where my body
is connected to my awareness. But as I stated, I believe in
towel-seepage effects that lay in-between parallel worlds, an dam not
going to take any chances. Those taping my telephone will know
exactly what I am talking about on this blog, if they don't already
right now, as soon as 9 AM swings around later on in about 8.5 hours.
Yes sir and yes ma'am, that doesn't alter the facts one bit that I
love PUBLIX, Walmart, and Kohl's. In case Kohl's is not aware of it,
this computer I am typing this document on was purchased at Walmart
because Clay Coins the back stabber had a particular machine in mind
after talking to his grand son in some northern state, and of the two
department stores, only Walmart sold that model. I didn't give a
hoot-pollute where we went or what we bought. I had other plans and
of course, the Milituforce and their leader DJT, had other plans. His
magical life exists only at the hands of wiping out mine. Notice how
before the recent major crap I have been forced to god dam endure;
his polls were going badly, and then again, what else is new, POOF,
and POTTER MAGIC, he has me hurt and screwed, and BANG, his life
takes off like a missile in his magical fuckiGN favor AGAIN. Gee, I'm
all surprised, Camden County Prosecutor Ron Wirtz
Senior!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara sir; some
jerk off here at my PHA building, and I think we both know
who it is, whose name starts with a dam 'J', or a hireling of his;
keeps letting fucking air out of my dam ass vehicle tires!!!!!!!!!!!
I would appreciate some protection from this ruthless bastard. Even
the media, as I am sure you know only so well, aired a story, about
his type of system-abuser, not long back, a week or so, if memory is
serving me; and my short term memory after five digit years, totally
blows, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just seeing that ignorant fat
slob on TV over and over made me so sick to my cunt lapping stomach,
oh wonderful Sheriff sir, that I actually had to go to the toilet and
hurl. I did not actually watch the show, and didn't even want to look
at that dam pig, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
game of GTNOTG,
is quite different from Monopoly, and Sorry, and Parcheesi, and
Chess, and more physical ones, such as Baseball, Football, Tag,
running in competition, and so forth. This
is because this game was given to me, IN A POWERFUL I-CHING TRANCE,
on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996, or on 7
December, 1996. Holy
Moley Call-Ten Callio, I want to tell just a tad bit more now, about
what nearly eighteen years of my becoming aware of the great GTNOTG
FUCKING GAME
(Finding Ultimate Clues KING of all games), the one and only (GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS) F.U.C. KING GAME!!! First, we have the two
homonym words, ''guess'' and ''guests''. Then we have Mary Tyler
Moore of the 'MTM
NETWORK',
the same network that produced those wild beyond chance of being
coincidental movies around the same time, ''Secrets Of The Rose
Garden'', and the one whose name has been blocked
from my mind,
as I don't forget stuff; and was all about the person going on a huge
search and quest, to locate her father, and then references were
made, such as time travel and the nineteen-sixties, and Sargent
Pepper, and a lot more subtle things as well, were all mentioned in
that fantastic movie. The girl looked a lot like Paul Pedersen's
description in 1998, of Sarah Callio Martino, at her Atlantic City
Municipal Utilities Authority place at 401 Virginia Avenue, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey. The sentence in the Rose Garden movie,
telling Mary Moore, and I quote, “You
should have stayed crazy”,
referring to things being a lot better and
healthier
for her, if she had not started
getting some blocked out memories back;
and then the clever connection to my being in special education at
the Cooley Hall, and then her being mildly retarded. Give me a
break!!!!!!!! Still, this only begins to get into some powerful shit
about the GTNOTG
deal on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996,
kind folks out here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You'll
never ever make me join your Wesley
Crusher Next-Gen
STAR-TREK 'GAME'.
This is perhaps one of the biggest items, and connections of all; to
this ultimate FUCKING GAME,
you know, the GTNOTG
GAME,
of December
7, 1996,
told to me by none other than the Almighty
Krassle-Lord!!!!
If
only a boat, a small little boat, could only take me away.
Away
to a land, a beautiful land, forever the years to stay.
Written
in 1963, by an eight and a half year old Philadelphia boy, not yet
going by the name of Mountainpen.
©
Mark Wayne Mohr 2006-2015
Blogs
Of Mountainpen (BOM)
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW
HERBERT
HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't wanna' fucking hang around here in Hammonton Blucranville
Hotfires any longer, OK OK OK OK OK WAYV-FM-ACNJ?
Watch
your back around these monsters, Mister Philbin sir.
OK,
OK, OK, OK John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK John King, and Paula King????
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Arthur
Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his home, not all that far
away from this lovely Boston Harbor, in a suburb of the city, known
as Braintree, Massachusetts, YO. What a god dam family I have, hands
washing washcloth nightmares Smithtown, NY-USA native, and distant
Cousin David, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sarah
Krassle's great KING of all GAMES, “GTNOTG”,
includes a whole lot of things, good things, bad things, maybe dam
near, if not ALL THINGS. My mother fucking endless harassment and
persecution, is just
one more item in this FUC-KING-GAME!!!
Let me tell you what is going on right now today, A
SUPER MAJOR BOTBAR
DAY,
WITH LOTS OF THANKX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE ALL AROUND ME,
SINCE A QUARTER PAST FOUR THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ASS MORNING, YO
YO!!! Oh well, that was another day, but as with all things, the
whell just spins round and round and round!!!!!!!!
Well
I'll be fucking cunt hanged, JANE WHOREBAGS FONDA just got me again
with her dam ass fucking page eleven, Darius Deezy, YO!
All
great buildings everywhere share one thing, and that is that great
minds are all behind their existence. THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS THANKX-2-GIVENS
THANKX-2-GIVENS!!!!!!!!!
Oh
JEB, YOU BROKE MY NOSE, you mother fucker. How's lottery winner
Morgan Collins doing, you fake phone cripple from a parallel
world?????????????
AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY, WE ARE FINALLY GFETTING A FEW NICE COOLER DAYS HERE IN
MY DAM ASS TOWN, YO BUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
24, 2015,
EARLY
TUESDAY MORNING, AT 1:07,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 56 DEGREES FNHT.
MAJOR
HACKING OF TWB,
SUDDENLY THE READINGS
ALL
CHANGED TO MUCH HOTTER, AND ALL WEIRD!!!
DATA
UNAVAILABLE NOW.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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