The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": SARAH KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET, CHAPTER 5

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet

CHAPTER 3

Holy Jesus Juice and atomic shoes from the Cherry Hill Subaru Plant, 'WHAT NEXT', BIG DAM O, and J. Judy?

I fell into a horrible troubled fucking sleep all night long. I wanted so badly to be with my Diana (The Lightning Goddess of the Earth), out in the Purgatory, but kept drifting away and out into hyperspace into many parallel universes. One in particular was so horrendous, I doubt that I'll be forgetting this interaction any mother fucking time soon, lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allow me to tell you all just what happened, over there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't go getting a stroke and crossing over now; lovely gorgeous Jenny ghost whispering non Quakertown Hewett; YO.

I was with some very weird people, who I do not know at all here; Mizz Carolyn Nancy Barrett Dark shadows 'precious prized possession' Stoddard, all December fourth due ate birthdays notwithstanding. Suddenly I was approaching a gated community with a very wide and long curvy driveway, and I was near the road that took you to this place. Then the people that I was with, panicked for reasons I did not understand, and ran; and I mean they fuckign booked fast and furious, to quote the movie, in this dimension anyway, as I do not know if that movie exists in that world that I was interacting in, through my doppelganger-me who lives alive and awake in the physical body that I merely was energetically inside of, creating this ''dream'', or really, NIGHTMARE! There were two very mean ugly looking men about the same size and age and build, not alike by any means facially, and they had guns and flashlights. They both had their flashlights in hand, and shining on me. Then they pulled out their guns and shot me and shot me and shot me, and I was bleeding all over the place in horrible fuckign agony, until finally bleeding out, and then I awoke out of that hell, and back here, and it was just getting light outside. This was more real than if I told you I had been shot like this, survived it, and was blogging from some small lap top computer from my hospital bed, and that someone would be over later to upload it to my site on the net. Vivid dreaming to where it seems more real than being awake, normally means that you either are inside of a doppelganger that is in a localized part of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, or that if in fact this isn't the case, and this wasn't; what normally is happening is what Morianity calls, a ''PULL IN''. This is what UFO BUFFS label in their world, as ABDUCTIONS. This is also what the great Sarah Krassle did to me shortly after my fifteenth birthday, in early December, of 1969, in that wild CHAIN-STOLEN-'DREAM'!

I came a whisper away from a nasty mother fucking charlie horse in my left fucking cunt leg shortly after being awake here. I have an extremely dry mouth and throat today as a result of this horrendous hyperdimensional experience from hell. I have no idea why I was shot and killed over there in this parallel reality by those monster fucking dirt bag murderer men, but I WAS, and the towel seepage effects of it, normally effect my physical body here in this reality, upon awakening, with today being absolutely no mother fucking exception, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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???????????????????????????????????

The bible says to ask, and your answers will indeed be forthcoming. It does not lie, huh folks????

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, I can't help who I was in my last lifetime.

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE; lovely awesome Twinbay!

The god Psyche Myrathus of the Astral-Plank-Plane's Capitol Province of Olympia, told me through his 'vacationing human self' or dream as Morianity labels his current physical existence; while I was doing guard duty at the great and powerful GRIFFIN PIPE COMPANY, up in Florence Township, in New Jersey, USA; that I have always come here as a tyrant in my past lives, other than for three of them out of more than forty, some male, some female. The seventeenth century when I was a Native American Miquon Squaw, the following time-line life as Benjamin Franklin, and the one preceding my current-me self, as Adolf HH88. I cannot help what my past soul was, I am present soul now, and present soul humanity has no right to be mother fuckiGN punishing me for this NOW, as ME! You are all just as mother fuckiGN guilty of heinous crimes, as I was, so this means that the Karmic Wheel goes around yet some more, and that all of you who are making my life a living hell and know somehow who I am, or was; and passing judgment and execution and slow torture on me, for a past-life, are all going to be persecuted and will suffer horrific lives yourselves, in upcoming near future FUTURE-LIFE-DREAM-DOWNS off of the Plank-Astral yourselves. So be mother fuckign prepared, as your future days and times are out there, and YIOU WILL BE in fire, maybe not physical fire, but I promise you there are worse non physical fires than any tangible physical fire can ever be. I site the life of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr for a prime example here, lads and freaking lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi

posing with the Mountainpen, courtesy of technofote ® on the BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen).

BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I ask ye all now, knoweth thou not that I do not call this PC that I am typing on, ''COMPUTERS FROM PETAHELL''?????????

If it's been awhile since you've had it, say what TWB? I've had it long ago, and I am beyond being on Dawn king's last nerve, YO! Moocho sickem swalen cherundo, and all of Callio's dam flowers, Flash Gordon Joseph Berrios Windrunner!

Maybe back in the middle of 1983; I never should have allowed that 'STM' cassette tape, to be added onto a music project, that I sent to the GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) © Office. It all but admits just what I am able to do; so why keep trying to fucking dam hide it, YO? Pray on Christians, Swim on Mark the Shark; and we'll all go on keeping the faith; J. Osteen, Colaman-ESS, and future lovely Twinbay! Well, from the reference frame of the year of 2007 anyway, YO! But Still, Lenny Briscoe, and all DD's! Yeah, ''but still'' this, YO! Nasty fart sounds, vomiting sounds, and asshole sike ward advertiser for bipolar behavior, making his dumb ass stupid fucking sounds on TV!

NO GOD DAM GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED, AND SO I NO LONGER TAKE OUT TURKEY KNIVES; GAP-SSJKK.

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639

YOU MISSED ME JANE FREEZETEASE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE THISTLESLIME DOGVOMITBREATH!!! HA-HA-HA, WTER WITCH!!!

POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC NON-RONSTADT ME!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

BLOG #6

Am I wrong Mister Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister McDowell?

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT; Dad and Dawn-Marie.

Kiss my 90% Lilly White ass; oh GAP world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HALL'S WALLS ARE NOT SOME JOKE. EVERY MOTHER FUCKING SERIOUS UFOLOGY BUFF HAS FELT THEM, SEEN THEM, AND EXPERIENCED THEM PERSONALLY. IF YOU THINK MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR IS GOING TO DIE IN SOME FUCKED UP LONELY HEARTS CLUB ON THIS ONE, FOLKS; YOU'RE FUCKIGN CUNT NUTTIER THAN I CAN EVER BE ACCUSED OF BEING, YO YO YO YO. STILL, SHERIFF SIR, THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME TODAY. GREAT JOB. YOU ARE A GOOD MAN, SIR!!!! And please; just be glad you don't have such horrible kids.

People have wondered why I appear to be so timeless. I'm not timeless; the fawces are; and have chosen me, to play this absurd and beyond ridiculous game with. Some asked me over the past twenty years, why this chain deal in 1969 is so pivotal with my life, at least in my personal opinion. I doubt I ever told too much of why I believe this, despite listing what happened to me regarding this thing, back in December of 1969. We all have our events as well as our own somewhat unique reactions to those events, in all of our personal journey's through the cosmos. Maybe in that exact way, that scripture in the bible is totally true, regarding no situation being uncommon to man that can ever happen to anyone. Recently I used that to almost discredit the entire scriptures. Then I accuse others of misinterpretation of both the bible as well as my words, and many other things. I don't want to be a hypocrite, and for that, I am sorry and do apologize. Look, I am no perfect little fucking angel. I did some very bad fucking shit both as a youth, and as a fully grown man who knew better. By the standards of the “L&O” crowd, I should be hopelessly locked away somewhere. Well, fuck you all. BUTTTTTTTT; let me explain this one little thing, regarding HOW I FEEL about December of 1969, the chain dream, the giant asterisk vapor trail; and the entire twenty-seven feet of this entire ugly unholy mess.

I was not the kid next door by any means, the day before this all happened. Halls fawces, and all the brick walls to come that prevented me from being within mega light years of normalcy, were already in place. I told a story about the month of February, ten months earlier that year, where I was sitting on the newly built Lindenwold High Speed Line rail system, and suddenly just knew that I existed and that all of this was there behind me. Eventually, I was TOLD this is psychotic delusions. They still tell me this if I am stupid enough to believe this hocus pocus. THEY know better, and THEY try to tell you it is bullshit. The UFO people all know very fucking well, just how real and yes, even terrifying, this great BRICK WALL, that stops a person from ever getting vindication, from this paranormal, and unnatural experience. I am speaking here of any kind, as it makes no difference, as all victims of the WALL know so perfectly well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So how do I feel about it all? Well, what would be a normal feeling, for this type of stimulus that would be thrown at anyone who is somewhat normal and part of this human race? I'll fucking tell you, my kind wonderful people. ANGRY and SLIGHTED, and yet all the while, almost revoltingly blissful because YOU TOTALLY KNOW that you have singled out by whoever and whatever put all those fuckiGN stars up in that fucking night sky, for something far greater than anyone could even possibly ever imagine. Now right away, this kind of talk in the world of psychology, is called a delusion and several psychotic features. I know this from picking up the newest version of the DSM, the bible of the head shrinkers. They of course are not limited to this one book and source, but it is their holy grail, despite many telling things to the contrary. You cannot ever tell a story such as mine or such as a lot of people. It is impossible to do. Telling it already in the great book, makes you a crazy lunatic nut case crackpot. It is set up intentionally as the ultimate BRICK WALL. All of psychiatry was created for this exact purpose, and only a very few know this total truth. Saying it too loudly or in the wrong place can get a person fuckiGN jailed. Think I'm making this up? Try it. Just try it. I had all of the symptom of AIDS back before this was all started, in the spring of 1977, while employed at Mars Graphic Services. My blood was tested for this and shown to be negative, a few years back. I was told there is no cure for this. I know I had it. My mouth was full of large canker sores all the time, and I had a never ceasing illness that left me weak and drained. I got real skinny and almost died before the year was out. Then I got a little better. But five years later, again I developed a rare type of Lymph Gland glandular dysfunction and a very unusual type of overactive or hypothyroidism. I was placed on 28 milligrams weekly of ativan. This masked the symptoms and allowed me to function. As time progresses, again; I got better. To this day I have this condition, yet I do not have Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome. My blood was tested for this exact thing back before I left the Harvest up on Orange and Twenty-Fifth Streets back in late eleven. But shortly after this, the American Medical Association or AMA decided to get a big ass collusion together and stop me from being able to take this anti-anxiety medication that only served to relax the neck, the glands shrink and the muscles relax. This is a plot now to murder me covertly, knowing I am old and frail, and will die and it will look natural. What they don't know is that I fully absolutely have lived this entire cycle for about 200 times, and fully plan to come back again, and indwell myself on that train, and again in the next 1969, I will try hard not to let the adults talk me out of what I know to be true. Somehow in the following ten months, they will do a lot of things to me as a result of this, those behind the great WALL of power and silence and covert stealth. Next time, I have a plan that will wipe out this entire bunch from hell, before jerk off fucking Reagan gets a chance to get into power, and begin all of this with me. Laugh all you want to, but it will be curtains the next time around, for you, not me. In the fifth dimension, this next cycle is merely a parallel universe where right now, fifth dimensionally, it exists. I am honing and tuning into this right now via solo-ESS practicing. This is why the great SSJK is doing all she is doing, and a lot of it will make a lot of sense, to those very few who know to shut up, yet also know deep down, that my story is real. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of horrible and mischievous kids, Sheriff sir, she is hacking me big time, and I think that she has been doing this to me all along since 2008, and since 1980 long before I had any of these Gates/Jobs machines in my dam ass life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEE IS IT HOT. Whaaaaaaaaa!

NOVEMBER 6, 2015,

LATE FRIDAY MORNING AT 11:35,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 67% FEELING LIKE 90.

WIND IS A STEADY ESE AT ELEVEN .

RANGE TODAY IS-------(H-84/L-73).

END TRANSMISSION.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet

CHAPTER 4

I AM UNDER A MAJOR LATE NIGHT DEATH FUCKING SIEGE, SHERIFF KENNETH j. mASCARA, SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

It all began when I shut the mother fuckiGN light out, in my cunt chewing apartment, Sheriff sir. A very expensive car with those silvery colored head lamps, with a very noisy fucking jerk off motorcyclist following behind it; has been going up and down my street, and then turning into the first house driveway to the right as it heads up west on cunt chewing Avenue B outside of my window. These jerk off enemies began circling around at just past midnight, and it is half past now. The last attack was a few minutes ago when I decided as a result, to do this blog. I WILL BE CALLING 'FUCKIGN' CUNT 911, UNLESS THIS DEATH ATTACK BREAKS OFF; SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!!! This jerk off enemy prick is intentionally harassing me, and violating Florida after midnight noise ordinances; Fort Pierce Police Department, Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Weather Bug says, ''The heat of summer is over and the deep freeze of winter is just right around the corner''. Maybe they never heard of Fort Pierce, Florida!!!!!!!!!! I know I sure wish I never had! This god dam King family really did me in; as I told you early in 2010, lovely Safe Space employee, Shena Darliz!!!!

Magnesonic, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM:

Scan whoever is persecuting me tonight, and all persons whom they love and hold near and dear to their poison viper hearts. Prepare for a crush-destruct punishment sequencing empowerment. I have an image-object that I crushed and singed and wrecked and destroyed, on your transpower block. I have all you power pull gain settings to maximum power. Use all appropriate general orders and special orders, and I now am setting your desire key off of the normal neutral setting of 'J', and putting it onto the 'I' setting for punishment destruct. Computer, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system. You will no longer hear the old 1983 landline telephone tones, as they have been converted through coded general (special) order 5555, to be read as text, making the long-EEE-vowel sound. The first A-TONE is highlight colored in red font, and the second B-TONE is highlight colored in blue font.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-901, G-1133, CG-5555, under G-189, G-719, CG-2, under CG-18, and

S-------T-------O-------P!!!!!!!

There are going to be a lot of dead mother fuckiGN jerk offs out in this world over the next few days, and please don't anyone say that Mountainpen did not warn you about it, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you don't think I will be asking my GAGA-KITTY-CAT why this death siege was done to me tonight, you can mother fucking think again, kind and unkind lads and lassies out here, whatever and whichever the case may truly be, BRRRRRRRR!!! Here's a peaceful lovely scene, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No peace for me, according to mother fuckin great television documentaries from 1988, aired by great TV stations in NYC, such as WPIX, Channel fucking eleven. Here is an eleven I can live with , Mizz Jane Shitweeds Fonda YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You ask me why I write shit like this. Well, look and see for yourselves, peeps! I wrote this around five last evening, and seven cunt chewing fucking hours later, I try to go to sleep, a fairly normal average thing that people do about thirty times a month around the world, and boom. I get struck by a monster fuckign civil rights abusing attack, for doing absolutely nothing but laying in a bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS THIS 'FUCKIGN' FAIR, SHERIFF?

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, I can't help who I was in my last lifetime.

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE; lovely awesome Twinbay!

END TRANSMISSION.

“Tricky teet-teet”; little Marnie Disney, from the far north-nestern regions of Potterkovich, in Province Olympia, on Phase-2-PLANK REALITY, and definitely not Joann, from 1976 and 1977. Don't kick the door in Bill Marnie, and Mister McKnighten for cryin' out loud, YO!!!!!!!!!! WOW that dude had some fucking killer hifi audio monitors, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

Professor Michio Kaku, of NYU, up there in the great state of New York, and all empires; if anyone gets this message to you, it will possibly lead to a true advancement in humankind over significant time, and I know this to be a fact, because of my own personal dam life's experiences, sir. The study of the mind and its so-called illnesses is very valid on its face, despite having some powerful side effects to its main effect, as do all things when playing around with curing and treatment problems of the mind and the body. My quick point here, is that if you open up any book on the topic of psychology/psychiatry, you will see that if a patient were to tell his doctor anything about Quantum Physics, that patient will be exhibiting numerous psychosis's and psychotic features; and there is no way that I am telling anything untrue here. I am giving it to you straight. You can prove it for yourself, Professor. But we both know that there are things that, despite people like me saying they are real, causes us to be labeled insane and crazy, and maybe some politer words. What you guys in the world of Quantum dynamics and Theoretical Physics need to do, is somehow have a third-party merge group, a combination and collusion of both you quantum guys and gals, with those familiar with psychiatry. This is a must, in order to truly help not only a lot of mentally needy people, in this nation, and around this globe, but it is vital in order to stop many things, or even to put a small dent into things, such as America's very recent parabolicly exploding crime wave and gun violence. Take fuckiGN me for a prime terrific example here. No one into quantum dynamic truths can tell me, that these ten years that I have been blogging my now 61 year old story as the current me-life Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, is not REAL. Psych doctors will say that to me in a heartbeat however, and try to medicate me with tropic drugs that would fuck me up twenty times worse, and they cannot help people like me at all, many who eventually snap, and then pow, bang bang bang, a place gets all shot up. Even when I beg for help on blogs for ten straight years, I am ignored, sneered and jeered at, mocked, and figuratively spat upon by the world. Not one honest intelligent investigator can tell me I don't have a real honest major story. They cannot deny my claims and my life. But even when letters are written to top people from these fairly important folks in their own right, they go ignored and unanswered, be it the letter to the Admiral by Congressman Andrew's assistant's, be it Ron Wirtz Senior at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office trying to secure some real help for me, and this list could be typed on for hours on end, I promise you all. What needs to happen in all cases, is that experts must come together, study, and eventually agree on things, or else, forget it; just like if I tried to prove ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of law, and how Trump has used this against me, to catapult his life into what it is today, by a magical force that no one could ever fucking truly deny, yet I would not be legally permitted to introduce unaccepted by experts, evidence; such as this technology, and how it indeed is used against me, and probably even now; many others also, who are blinded by present day blissful willful ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my point here, Professor Kaku, from someone who appreciates your mind and intellect, and is one of your biggest fans from cable TV channels such as Science and History, and others; Public Broadcast, and on and on; is that only you will recognize my valid point here sir. Their needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group, call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are not some mentally ill delusion! Another problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG SHOTS. I believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really help in all of this; but she called this, the “Mister Big Shot Syndrome”. You don't need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and not anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I'd dam tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea, things will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and me little peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there to protect the BIG SHIOTS, which can translate to two items right off the bat, any large celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to or in the Billionaire bracket!!!!!!!!

Fucking miserable rotten whore Jane just mother fucking screwed me, with her cunt huffing time, one eleven this rotten bastard ass fucked up persecuted morning. Watch that fuckign cheated ICPE-APE-TECH DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, totally fuckiGN take off for the moon, and bust over 18,000 points for the first time since very early this year!!!! I will be right back here saying, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, late this afternoon or early this dick sucking fucking evening, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx for all your fuckign support, American Civil Liberties Union, you crumbs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You and those dirt ball Amnesty International total fucking worthless jerk off sub scum twat lickers!!! Let me god dam mother fuckign cunt phlegm rape now, folks, (compensate), with FIVE'S!!!

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My beautiful Sarah-Stacey Scylla-Jehovah, brown eyed teen queen, your THAT BOY will love U for ever and ever and ever, I will never let U go. Any time U want to shine your long bright brown hair on top of a mountain 4 me as U did for that idiot Moses, just let me know, and I will B there 4U teen queen!!! You're a quintessential ass-wipe fool; Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. She hates your guts, and never loved you. She just plays her stupid ass fuckiGN eternal games with you; you pathetic lightweight fucking loser; to quote my god dam distant mother fuckiGN cousin Donald!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now a little 2012 PIP must be reexamined here, or going on with chains and dreams and glowing skies and glittering sights and booming sounds and weird distant Chicago family, would be meaningless and to quote the science channel, quite 'moaningless' as well. 'WO', to quote Billy Harner the great!!!!!!!!!!! So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness. My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time' paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. Do any of you know the secret creed hanging on the most secret and sacred walls of forbidden entry by anyone without many many various types of ''McGuire-ID-of 2-7-97? I'll write it in right now, but BE CAREFUL, TD pal of mine, Mister Regis Philbin. Please. You have no idea just who some of your new twisted friends really are or WHO, my pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES 'BAHCK' AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.

NOVEMBER 6, 2015,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 1:28,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE ON THE DAY-----(H-78/L-78)

HUMIDITY IS 79%, IT FEELS LIKE 82 DEGREES.

STEADY E WINDS ARE BLOWING AT 10.

MY LIFE IS TOTAL FUCKING ENDLESS HELL.

MARK WAYNE MOHR

© BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM) 2006-2015

END TRANSMISSION.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet

CHAPTER 3

PASTED IN FROM THE WEATHER BUG (TWB)

SHARED ON THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM).

Autumn Car Care Tips

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The heat of summer is over and the deep freeze of winter is just right around the corner. Now is the perfect time to take care of your car for the autumn chill ahead.

Here are a few things you can do to prepare your car for the cooler weather ahead.
Change Your Air Filter

Dust and pollen accumulates in your air filter all summer long and a dirty filter decreases airflow, horsepower and engine performance. Autumn is the perfect time to give your car a breath of fresh air. Replacing an air filter on most cars is very easy; it takes about 30 minutes and generally requires no tools. It is one of the quickest, inexpensive do-it-yourself maintenance owners can do on their car.
Check the Battery

Extreme cold weather can zap car batteries of the power needed to start and run a car. Batteries older than 3 or 4 years are more susceptible to fail, especially if they are having trouble starting a car during warm weather. Have your battery checked by your local mechanic to make sure it is in good working order. Replace it if necessary. Also, don't forget to carry jumper cables in your car in case your battery fails.
Check the Tires

Tires need autumn attention. Check your tires to make sure that they are properly inflated and have enough tread to provide sufficient wet traction. If you live in a climate that gets snow or ice in winter, make sure the tires are rated "all-season," at a minimum. In very snowy areas, be sure to exchange summer or all-season tires this fall with snow tires before the first snowfall. Some states won't allow cars on the road when they are covered with snow unless snow tires and/or chains are installed on the vehicle, so don't procrastinate. Check with your state's highway department for further information.
Check the Engine

The oil, antifreeze, belts and hoses should be checked during your autumn car check-up. Oil should be changed regularly to keep an engine running at its maximum efficiency. Antifreeze should last between 2 to 5 years, depending on the type. If it's been awhile since you've had it changed, take it to the mechanic to have it checked. At the same time, have your mechanic check hoses for leaks and belts for signs of stress.
Check Wiper Blades and Washer Fluid

Wiper blades tend to only last one to two years, so if they haven't been replaced recently, be sure to replace them before the autumn rains arrive. While you are at the auto store buying new wiper blades, pick up several gallons of washer fluid. You will likely go through it as autumn's road grime turns to winter salt spray.
By following these tips, you will be less likely to have problems this autumn and you will be more prepared for winter.

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, I can't help who I was in my last lifetime.

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE; lovely awesome Twinbay!

Sheriff, and Attorney General, Paula is going to be the fuckiGN death of me if it takes her a billion years to accomplish her mighty task. Watch out Pirate Steve, you old chanting guru you! Flat fart Fiat cars, flat stock markets, and no where near flat shaped baby momma's. Golly heck YO, that lovely goddess is a big hunk of love that I never appreciated as a fourteen year old boy; Mister Marcucci and all your great Beatles friends!!!!!!!!!! Eat your heart out, Lenny god dam McKinnon, distance delay radio handle 601.

But it was 1910 when I came over here to Trenton. I never told a soul what happened to me when I met the most wonderful awesome goddess, in Trenton, New Jersey, and fell madly in love. In those days, it was not considered perverted to marry girls as young as 13-17, and was done more frequently than people in these times can imagine. When I met her in that lifetime, she was just past age 14, and some have hinted that maybe the wheel went around. Hey, like maybe it like did, to quote the younger gen!

Tricky teet-teet, little Marnie Disney from the far north-nestern regions of Potterkovich, in Province Olympia, on Phase-2-PLANK REALITY, and definitely not Joann, from 1976 and 1977. Don't kick the door in Bill Marnie, and Mister McKnighten for cryin' out loud, YO!!!!!!!!!! WOW that dude had some fucking killer hifi audio monitors, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hlkgnbh gjrudheyf78577gnn fhgjdh-kdfjfghd. Now decode that, ladies and gentlemen; and I'll see you in a briper or so.

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Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

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What did one lawn mower man say to his partner, the number 2 lawn mower man, besides get a job, Job.

Where is the mighty Julia White going to jack into next???????

Sup big Darius? How are the great Carolina's holding up, YO? Were you up there back on the first day of 2008 summer, like WOW, YO DARIUS, it is 080808, I know!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, no it's not, but hey, what can JAY-JAY EVANS and I say 4 crissake?

Professor Michio Kaku, of NYU, up there in the great state of New York, and all empires; if anyone gets this message to you, it will possibly lead to a true advancement in humankind over significant time, and I know this to be a fact, because of my own personal dam life's experiences, sir. The study of the mind and its so-called illnesses is very valid on its face, despite having some powerful side effects to its main effect, as do all things when playing around with curing and treatment problems of the mind and the body. My quick point here, is that if you open up any book on the topic of psychology/psychiatry, you will see that if a patient were to tell his doctor anything about Quantum Physics, that patient will be exhibiting numerous psychosis's and psychotic features; and there is no way that I am telling anything untrue here. I am giving it to you straight. You can prove it for yourself, Professor. But we both know that there are things that, despite people like me saying they are real, causes us to be labeled insane and crazy, and maybe some politer words. What you guys in th e world of Quantum dynamics and Theoretical Physics need to do, is somehow have a third-party merge group, a combination and collusion of both you quantum guys and gals, with those familiar with psychiatry. This is a must, in order to truly help not only a lot of mentally needy people, in this nation, and around this globe, but it is vital in order to stop many things, or even to put a small dent into things, such as America's very recent parabolicly exploding crime wave and gun violence. Take fuckiGN me for a prime terrific example here. No one into quantum dynamic truths can tell me, that these ten years that I have been blogging my now 61 year old story as the current me-life Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, is not REAL. Psych doctors will say that to me in a heartbeat however, and try to medicate me with tropic drugs that would fuck me up twenty times worse, and they cannot help people like me at all, many who eventually snap, and then pow, bang bang bang, a place gets all shot up. Even when I beg for help on blogs for ten straight years, I am ignored, sneered and jeered at, mocked, and figuratively spat upon by the world. Not one honest intelligent investigator can tell me I don't have a real honest major story. They cannot deny my claims and my life. But even when letters are written to top people from these fairly important folks in their own right, they go ignored and unanswered, be it the letter to the Admiral by Congressman Andrew's assistant's, be it Ron Wirtz Senior at the Camden county Prosecutor's Office trying to secure some real help for me, and this list could be typed on for hours on end, I promise you all. What needs to happen in all cases, is that experts must come together, studly, and eventually agree not hings, or else, forget it, just like if I tried to prove ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of law and how Trump has used this against me to catapult his life into what it is today by a magical force that no one could ever fucking truly deny, yet I would not be legally permitted to introduce unaccepted by experts, evidence; such as this technology and how it indeed is used against me, and probably even now, many others also, who are blinded by present day blissful willful ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my point here, Professor Kaku, from someone wgo appreciates your mind and intellect, and is one of your biggest fans from cable TV channels such as Science and History, and others; Public Broadcast, and on and on; is that only you will recognize my valid point here sir. Their needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group, call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are not some mentally ill delusion! Another problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG SHOTS. I believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really help in all of this; but she called this, the “Mister Big shot Syndrome”. You don't need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and not anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I'd dam tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea, things will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and m e little peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there to protect the BIG SHIOTS, which can translate to two items right off the bat, any large celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to or in the Billionaire bracket!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 5, 2015,

LATE ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA.

NO GOD DAM GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED, AND SO I NO LONGER TAKE OUT TURKEY KNIVES; GAP-SSJKK.

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639

Police R cruising through my area of residence more and more, as my landlady is letting in more and more questionable slobs, one dirt bag says he wants to the do the landlady’s younger grand daughter, a tenth grader. I plan to get this info to her through the back door, as I will tell Tom this, and anything Tom hears goes straight to the landlady. Duh, U can shove your overpriced crummy Hyundai cars and your stupid ass commercial, up your ass, oh the shit I must suffer through to type on little black keys, if I was in my place, dumb shit ads like that get zipped off the radio or TV immediately

No my fiends and friends, I intentionally told the story of my life the way that I did. This simply put was because I know that put any other way would never separate Mariah’s men from her boys. Look 4 quick example at a place not all that far from Ricktown where so much magic happens, but Lawtronics will not permit phase 3 existence of this, so in it comes to us MW humans as HARRY POTTER. Great fantastic stuff exists on the astral realms, not just stuff that filters down in 3/4/5/phased in human life interactions. But to separate me from most, imagine now that Daniel Radcliffe the actor that is playing this movie part, suddenly found himself, through no actions on his part, having connected similar events in his human world life as Daniel Radcliffe, that melt in and through the stuff in the Harry Potter movies that he has starred in over the years? This is how Sarah in ACNJUSAESMWG and the GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE have merged together 4 me, and it is not something I ‘decided’ to make up. Both at age 14 and 41, inverted by the way, I developed powerful feelings for this phase 4 part of her, and it was not me but her 5th phase upline while asleep and dreaming down into her mind’s creation, where my chain interaction all occurred. I did nothing ever, nor did I ever ask 4 any of these things 2 happen 2 me!!!!!!!!!! Since the whole damn world is captured and infatuated with this Harry Potter part of astrallity at present minper, I may as well use it to make this example.

The 6th dimension or the ‘elevator room’ is part of all of this in ways that I have only touched on up until now, but let me tell U what happened when I tried to copy the Dark Shadows character Count Petofi in late autumn of 1969 in early November. The scenery in the park where I was when I threw some self mad I-Ching wands on a picnic bench, suddenly just changed and I seemed 2 still B sitting at the bench, yet all around me was the beach and jetty of the south side of Schiff’s Central Pier in ACNJUSAESMWG. I then saw my own self talking to a friend of mine, a polio victim named Sigmund Malyeska. He told me something that made me terribly sad, a real day wrecker like a collision out at sea. I could not make out what he said, but was tremendously aware that it had upset me horrendously. Then a voice inside my mind said, non-audibly, this is taking place on the 3rd day of your 1970 summer vacation at the shore. indeed it was a day in late June the following summer, when this did indeed occur, I first saw it in a trance, and later on went on 2 actually experience it, and it was all part of an evil plot of white slaver cultists to get me to join in with them, and Ziggy was warning me, his exact words to me were, “go home, go home”. 15 days later give or take, at 10 of the clock post meridian, I went home, but now 37 years later I am still waiting and hoping to GO HOME. I-Ching and its changes via going through doors, is an ancient Chinese equivalent to the elevator room of the sixth-dimension.

I had a major astral projection, uninduced, same as saying I had a UFO-Alien abduction, when U do not induce it through the Fascitar 6-10 method or some other way that works 4U, it is one and the same thing that people claim when they claim they R abducted, UR not awake nor asleep and UR in a Third-Thing-Happening. Speaking of which, in my big confession blog recently posted, I never said I made up anything nor lied, merely that I gave the world different explanations 4 the same thing. Also I forgot to mention that Sarah Krassle was 10 at the start on the beach where she took the chain out of my hand, and then she was 14 upstairs in her shop when dreamshift put me in the second part of this 2 part wild interaction. Someday, I will tell things and back them up on my website with audible and visual proofs, and you will all feel like shit 4 disbelieving me throughout all of this. Anyone out there thinking any of this is empty threats, the gods’ need 2 bless U bwaby-wuv. Maybe I should say, help U, if UR guilty of being in any way a part of this unholy horrific conspiracy. Anyway, in the interaction, I am leaving my body and literally flew out of it with outstretched arms, and ended up landing on the Atlantic City beach right at Ziggy’s jetty at Saint James Place. There is no way 2 make this long story short and maintain the integrity of the interaction. I will just tell U that Diana got me out of it and told me she was coming to protect me, and after waking out of it and being here on the MW a short while, her lightning indeed came around with beautiful pink white and purple colors, near and close 2 me. I went out onto my porch 2B as near 2 my lovely queen as I could B. The interaction had something 2 do with my dad owning the patent rights to chocolate, and the details R now a bit sketchy 2 me. I was running down the beach in long bouncing strides where I was practically airborne most of the time, bouncing up high in the air and moving at a fast clip. Some sheriffs wanted to arrest me 4 doing something that I had absolutely no idea nor clue what they were even talking about, but I was taken into an office in an upstairs place, and led to a desk where voices on a speakerphone were addressing me by name and telling me that I was about 2B placed under arrest. I found myself in an elevator with several giant sluts, some white, some black, and they were laughing at me and telling me that the Arctic snows would melt away B4 I would get out of this one. The entire thing had to do with my father’s patent rights, and how I was accused of being in collusion to rip off some big shot that enabled my dad to get these patent rights. My mom and dad were on the beach, and were taken into custody, and I made a run into the ocean, put my arms out and kept thinking forward until I was moving about 30 knots, and ended up around Wildwood, NJUSAESMWG. The beaches here and there, R nearly as wide as those at the shores of the Teck Bay on the astral plane. I was greeted by some lifeguards that came directly up 2 me and told me that I am not on the astral world, and demanded 2 know how I could just put my arms out and move forward. I started long stride running again up towards Wildwood’s boardwalk, I was somewhere near Morey’s Pier. When I got close to the boardwalk I was dream shifted back to the beach near the jetty at Saint James Place back in Atlantic City. The sheriff’s were just up the beach and I tried running again, but even though I could run like the wind, joggers were passing me like I was a turtle. The sheriff’s were laughing real loud and telling me that I do not have a prayer of getting out of this. Then a bunch of huge 6 foot 3 inch Amazon type girls grabbed me and threw me down and started punching the stew chewing daylights out of me until I died and came back into my body here in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG.

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In blog #5, I typed in a typographical error when I said it was May 39, the 0 and the 9 are keys right next to each other, and obviously I meant 2 say Memorial Day of 1969 on May thirtieth.

OK, so many now perhaps may B questioning the integrity of Morianity, and this is the chance I take. This will separate the real believers from the phonies someday. This is Y also throughout my four blogs up to this point in BLOG FIVE; I would tell some of the story and not put it all in linear time order. But 4 those who cannot C what really is going on, 99.999% of those that someday will get around 2 reading my blogs, I will appear as a delusional fantasizer, but to the important few, they will get to C a major truth that went down around me, and I had no one anywhere at any timer to ever help me figure this incredible shit out. I did it all by myself bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!

No, think whatever U want 2 ladies and gentlemen, I can prove, only ‘they’ won’t allow me 2, that all my claims R valid and totally real. Ed Himacane now has his air conditioner, surge protectors, printer, scanner, and all other needed apparatus 4 me 2 shortly work more seriously on my website. The only thing holding it back is the Atlantic County crummy justice system. The gods R using the KING’S 2 stop me, but if her parole was violated; I would have the time needed to complete the major necessary work on my website, 'morianity-foundation.com'. She would B better off in the system, she does not want to improve, and it is really a shame, as she has many gifts, she is beautiful and built and smart and talented. But my opinion of substance abusers is simple, I have no time 4 them, they interfere with all of the lives of those around them, who R not doing a damn thing wrong.

No, nothing was made up, and please do not think 4 one minper that the Russell Thaxton thing never happened, not the chain-interaction and its subsequent disappearance.

Last weekend was super hell harassment and persecution at my work site, and the air and sky is always bad, wrecking my moon. The weather is all controlled, and has not been naturally occurring on this sick ball of hurl for decades since the nuclear blasts over 2 Japanese cities late in the 1940’s. I am smart enough to add one plus one and not end up with 63.0846587.

Am I wrong Mister Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister McDowell?

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT; Dad and Dawn-Marie.

Kiss my 90% Lilly White ass; oh GAP world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEE IS IT HOT. Whaaaaaaaaa!

MARCH 20, 2015,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:22,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 53% FEELING LIKE 88.

WIND IS WSW AT 4 WITH GUSTING TO 7.

Yeah, we are up here in the future a bit now. Let me paste in the correct data, Sheriff, before PEE takes me back in time to the Round House Estate, back in 1989, in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, in a parallel universe; where I have several Spanish American partners, and am a part of a super huge land management company, and my cousin Donald was never in my life, destroying it, with intentionally created parallel event. Even the mighty Einstein did not believe roulette can be beaten, and I have the data, well; I had the data, until the Milituforce and Trump scum, back in 1989; bullied and threatened Rob Provenzono and me, and stopped us from proving that this game can be beaten, by the use of parallel event. But it is OK for that fuckiGN evil monster, to go using this on me; huh kind Sheriff, Kenneth J. Mascara, sir?????????????

Good hot gravy, PP, I'll never forget you saying to me over the phone a few years ago in '11, “Why would you want to be in Fort Pierce”? Hay brother, I don't want anything. Not my residence, not my miseries, not my life. SHEEEEEEEEEIT, and even on this official TWINBAY-DAY as declared so far by the National Broadcasting Company; I cannot help my negative dam feelings. One dam minute Admiral Spock Humpwhales Hicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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''Jesus Katy Christ'', to quote my father; and a dam ''Holy moley, nothing makes any sense'', from his son. Still, I was wrong about the mysterious counter last night, that updates hits on my blog. It seems that the new day at Blogger, despite Google and Blogger being 3 in the morning for a day to change out on their Pacific Time Zone, still, I believe the time that the count splits off each day is more around 10 in the evening, my time, and 7 their time. Please don't ask me why. Just like back on Wednesday or Thursday some time, my AT&T telephone that displays the time as a service, automatically, switched back for the standard time from daylight savings time, only they did it 3 days ahead of schedule. I am very curious as to why, sir George, and not the tax collecting gate king of Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, in Haddonfield, New Jersey. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

NOVEMBER 5, 2015,

LATE SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:28

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-77).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 74%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 84.

WIND IS ENE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 23.

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HERBERT HUNTINGTON, the father of my mom's Uncle Arthur Huntington, father in law of my mom's Aunt Alice Gallagher of Chicago, Illinois, USA, was almost as interesting a dude as his son and other fam, YO. Numbers fascinate many people, from nobody's like me, to great artists of all times, including our own. Still, this never will alter the fact that LSD is not needed to use the great FASCITAR, and also, that my persecution is very real and not a psychotic delusion, made up in a mentally ill mind. Two years after this horrible shit all began, I began to make very special musical projects, the Epitome of Harassment original as well as the Part 2 and Part 3 projects, all in 1988 and in 1989.

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[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

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