Chris,
Ed,
And
The
Morianity
Blogaud
CHAPTER
30
The
world is an amazing place. I said it before a whole darn mess of
times, and I'll most likely reiterate this over and over and over and
over again!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
DECEMBER
13, 2015,
SUNDAY
NIGHT AT 7:26,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-79/L-73).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 79.
WIND
IS E AT 18, WITH GUSTS TO 23.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0001.
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
And
I love her with all of my heart, mind, soul, and strength. Not
because of how beyond white hot that SHE is, but because SHE is
Almighty Jehovah Goddess and I am HER That-Boy, as she loves to call
me!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
I
can choose any topic of ten thousand topics from my ten years of
blogs, and expand on it, compress it into a major nutshell, or
anything else, and yet, if I take any blog in this entire decade long
project, and then work it backward or forward from there, even
Einstein could not make up a true story this major, as well as
meticulous in all details, right down to how many times I farted or
belched on any given day or week. Maybe this sounds somewhat gross
and disgusting, but it gets attention, and makes a powerful freaking
point; lads and lassies! Folks; no matter what any of these
Milituforce people do to me, have done to me, and will do to me, old
freaking Highland Avenue Mountainpen who is also known as (AKA) Mark
Wayne Mohr, can always make this following totally true and accurate
statement, 'OK
I'm
back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
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UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Daniel Eiblum
UPDATED 1:15 AM EST, December 13, 2015
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ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
is indeed being used on poor Mark Wayne Mohr, and has been for 30
solid years; and this is the result, and the effect, of this being
done; a market that went from 1800 or so points, to over 18,000 or so
points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the time
these markets were created, up through August 15, 1986.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August 15, 1986 through present times;
the new-normal, as some are using this new P.C. terminology within
the framework of our new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and
gun violence, and other things that are part of the third millennium;
is so far from the 'old-normal', it is silly to pretend that there is
a zero percent chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a
100% chance that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But still,
to quote Detective Lenny Briscoe, I doubt I have one person on the
fucking planet, convinced of this powerful and unfathomable truth!!!!
Someday soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be?
Face reality you jerk offs, I won't live forever. I am dying now, and
fast; and I won't be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When I
am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate for
replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting on
some of you without your awareness to it, so that it will begin with
you, as soon as I kick the Christ off. For short, call these
potential YOU's out here, REME's, (Replacement Me's).
Oh
the gods; Elmer Fwudd the latengrate, and
I,
JUST WUVE PWETTY FWUCKIN' FWOWERS, YO!!!
The
great Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office ADA, Ron Wirtz,
Senior; wasn't
as dumb as he was faking fucking out to be,
at least in my humble 1980 little Mashell Daniel's opinion, that I am
most definitely entitled to, at least to her her tell it, back then
in '80, YO. He
said that David Charles Roth,
or actually, he said that his
actions at the time,
very early into the nineteen-nineties, and to quote this, “Mark as
you would say, some of the things he is doing are quite spurious”.
The joke is that Dave used that word quite a lot back in the two
final eighties-years, and so I had sort of picked it up and verbally
fucking adopted it myself. Now it was being even further echoed right
back, to its original source, DAVE! On the surface, Dave told me
later that this was so absurd, as all he was doing was looking for a
clunker car, and a minimum wage job; and he chuckled, and looked at
me with that fake dumb ass expression as though he was saying others
were quintessential DUH-people; and then he would laugh raucously,
and I came to think, yeah; Ron is handing
me the business
again, huh
Wolly Cleaver?
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, as with all dam things, the
devil lies in the details.
The
ADA Wirtz, wasn't referring to Dave's job and car hunt.
No sir. No ma'am. Dave was way more than he appeared to be on the
surface, ever since day one at the Caldor Department store. And why,
great PINK
GODDESS
SSJKK? Well, because she
told me back on Pearl Harbor Day in 1996,
to always be playing HER great game of GTNOTG (Guess
The Name Of The Guests)!!!
This way, nothing goes unraveled into strange mysteries, without
first being at least somewhat detected,
as the source of all the shit behind all the great parlor tricks and
Tallosion---Star Trek Illusions, (TSTI), the Exploratronic
Supermind Society
(ESS)!!!!! My mother totally listened intently to the words of Mister
ADA Wirtz, when I told her what he had said. Dave however convinced
me this was a lot of bull. Then came my moving into Highview
Apartments, shortly after this all went down, and then the two of us
getting back as friends, after we had parted ways for about a year an
da half, following a nasty telephone argument. Listener Theresa and
Jason Forrest Summer may not believe this, but not all of my phone
talks are metaphysical. Many are and were, quite freaking real, kind
folks! My 1994 book that is all Copyright protected in Washington,
DC, Shania and other crooks with top name recognition that we need
not get into on this blog; but my book is a major kjey part of all of
this. In it I discussed lots of stuff, from Julie White (Jewelly),
the boardwalk singing Christmas tree goddess angel, powerful dreaming
interactions, and way more; but for now I won't bore anyone further
with more continued proofs, as to quote Streisand and Summer from
early into the nineteen-eighties, “Enough is enough is enough”!!!!
Was
the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe, or did his
advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to me at the
great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in early November
of 1985? Julia White has told me many times that this is true, only
you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I had parted
ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still renting the
home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother of a New
Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting, almost two years
if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18 months, but it was not
quite a ways after I h ad moved into the Highview Apartments of
Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented home that Misses Meeker was
going to sell and I could not buy it at the time, so my mom and I
left and moved into the Highview place, and this was our second stay
at this place. I had started my book, The Permission Barrier, while
still at the Meeker home, and completed it at the Highview
Apartments, in 1994. I sent it down to the Copyright Office on
Halloween Day of 1994, as some of you already know all about this
entire mess. In my book, a character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was
put into the book. Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in
Washington, DC, knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But
Dave was still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after
we were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells her
name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was altered
to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly White
Krassle. Her
City-Name in the HOLY CITY
or capitol city of Sahasra
Dal Kanwal,
is JEWELLY-Natalazatahh,
and various astral-plank translations to waking English Language
world suffix-names that follow any name of JEWELLY, exist. Actually
Julia White told me, millions of years ago, that there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to the city-name
of JEWELLY.
This name is registered in the great Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as
names written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the same
with this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome KANWAL-PALACE.
NO
FOLKS, THIS IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0000,
but it looks so dam pretty
here,
that
I am going to paste it in, YO!
We
all love FIREFOX. Well I do, but I sure wish this mother freaking
automated mechanized robotized inhuman society would help people who
are in their freaking sixties. Ever since I did one little thing on
my blog, using the FIREFOX BROWSER, simply trying to leave a comment
on my own blog, at the BLIGGER-DOT-COM site, the cookies got goddess
dam disabled somehow, and I can no longer blog on this browser,
until I can get my dam guru over here; and that is a very expensive
proposition, AND IT JUST IS NOT DAM ASS FAIR, YO! This world is fixed
and prejudiced against older people, who have no family support, or
anyone in their dam ass lives to assist them, and it should be
totally frikkin' illegal; Congressman Pat Murphy sir, and Governor
Rick Scott, sir!!!!!!!!
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NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
OUCH,
SUANN M, AT PCI, IN 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sue
Ann, Suzanne, or Suzy Anna, it's all the same dam thing to me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But she did have one really
far out last Italian name, if memory serves me correctly, huh Mizz
Hollister????????????????????????????????
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE 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.
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Still,
being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan
Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
''Holy
dam smokes''; latengrate Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, from 1208
Greentree Lane, Narberth, Pennsylvania, Montgomery County; just a few
miles away from where I was born, at the Bryn Mawr Hospital, on 4
December, 1954; at half past nine in the dam morning!!!
Here
is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful
this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send
these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of
paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was
valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am
giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying,
“screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even
the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The
final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies
were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some
other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only
one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and
shit.
Lay
down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet.
If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white
noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be
unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews!
Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a
private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest
successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your
first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their
first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of
the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to
be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff,
such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject
of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know
about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is
all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various
people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the
results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its
unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.
STEP
ONE OF FOUR:
You
need to feel divinely blissful.
In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet
solitude; you
must learn to daydream.
Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no
matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is
surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally
of
course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar,
but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow
this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So
find something in
your life that totally tops your number ten list
for
things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool
and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a
double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I
did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when
Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool
time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk
about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep
doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy
feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't
born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to
remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and
without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach
the end of step-1, we move onto step two.
STEP
TWO OF FOUR:
This
is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem
ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your
success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or
place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a
lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully.
You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long
with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller.
Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of
oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very
large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in
your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape
in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal
for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought
home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person
to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with
two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some
parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to
prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your
true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell,
(body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long,
but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it
correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your
life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of
it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see
the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that
you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT
TEN TMES! Once
you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.
STEP
THREE OF FOUR:
This
also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly
6 TIMES.
This
is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to
leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined,
whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up
each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this
exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to
command your astral-body to leave you and go on that
imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally
feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall
asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if
you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past
3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and
physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and
other situations. Once
you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise,
will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when
you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability
of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various
points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go
in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black
eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse
to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all
joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you
to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or
may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are
in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter
hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and
you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are
aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can
properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will
happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in
their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly,
and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield
wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound,
that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and
then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need
to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but
they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in
these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need
to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like
nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when
we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild
new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary
to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just
like all of you do. But
you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR
to
make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and
step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but
not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and
we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can
wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self
(astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really
goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try
tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point,
this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the
ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any
particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed,
straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
(HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing
this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that
it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on
network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember
this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of
Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well.
Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility
meter!
I
did not tell you any details of the wild ''dream'' from last night,
and no, you are not imagining that I did not. I was very busy going
through hell with noise today, inside and outside, as well as many
annoyances and major black hat computer hacking!!!!!
If
I told all of the dream, we would be many hours of me typing, and
maybe, you reading. SHEEEEEEEEIT, why take the chance of boring my
audience to death? I will just tell you a few highlights. I was
speaking to several people that I only know here at major big shot
people, and yet over there, we know each other well, and one is
President Barack Obama, and his entire family. I am sure over here,
he thinks I am just a major nut case, and he is entitled to his
beliefs. Over there, he too is in politics, an dis a governor, and
don't ask me which state, as I was in no mood to ask him about that,
after he told me that I needed to remember some incredible things
back where I am asleep physically an dyes, that's a dam direct quote.
When he went onto tell me, it had to do with the trip in late 1983
down to Orlando, Florida, from up in Jersey, as well as the throat
specialist, and the major horrible experience of the memory loss on
my trip back from there, and to that wild house on the highway, that
I have had recurring nightmares about for years, but they stopped
about a decade back, praise the gods. I also spoke with some people
who I do know over here, and who are name recognized. They were
telling me that I needed to realize what happened to me during that
time that my mom and I were having those horrible problems with the
Hammonton Texaco mechanic-owner, Jerry, who I have blogged about over
and over, several years back. He told me that this man now is the
head chauffeur for Mariah Carey the great diva, an dyes, the one from
the wild dreaming interaction of the first day of summer time in
2008, Mister Jersey-Logo Weirdo. Remember people, in case you are new
to my blogs, or forgot; this wild experience was very major, as MC
showed me where I was soon going to be living, because this is where
it all took place, just in that parallel universe, instead of being a
home owned by Hammonton, New Jersey Judge, Frank Raso; it was some
medical building, but other than for that one difference, the two
worlds totally collided.
Lads
and lassies; my life cannot be rationally explained. Not by mother
fuckign great psychiatrists, not by the UFO experts, not by those who
hate me, or those that don't, and not by many many other categories
as well, YO.
In
addition to all of this; take my entire ten year blog now, and
multiply all of it by a thousand, and maybe, just mother fuckiGN
maybe; it may come somewhere close to rationally interpreting some
degree, of the life and what it all is about, of me; Mark Wayne Mohr,
the Mountainpen, and the receiver of Morianity.
I did not say the creator or the inventor; so please take strong note
of that, right here and right now, great Lieutenant Anita VanBuren as
well as everybody else. Thanks!
To
quote Diana, “Waterfalls
are so awesome”.
I
have no time or energy to make jokes or make light of what is
happening to me. I know you all laugh even when I promise you that
after I am shortly fucking dead and gone, some of you will be next. I
do not know who, and all odds are it won't be anyone reading this
blog. But some people out here, I totally know have already become
what I call, the targeted replacements of Mountainpen, once I am
shortly dead and gone.
I
have no strength to fucking go around trying to twist arms. As
Mashell Daniels said to me in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of
Camden, New Jersey, USA, “Mark, you're entitled to your opinion”.
Thank you so very much, lovely Mashell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
that I can do is tell my shit, and do my blogs, and see what this
entire deal is all about someday, much the same as all of you,
whether you dam ass know it or not, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
Ladies
and gentlemen, it is time for a nice burger and a bowl of dam ice
cream, and then to bed with old asshole Mister Mountainpen.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
This
fantastic looking burger is available at all wonderful Walmart
stores, everywhere. And so are these luscious delicious looking
strawberries, YO!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
Jumping
catfish at light speed squared, those babies can be addicting. I used
to tell my mom, when we would be out shopping, don't be screwing with
other people's kids. My mom didn't mean anything at all wrong, but in
a screwed up society filled with pervo's and sickos, one must now be
careful to just be mindful to always keep to our own business. Once
upon a time, life was no where near like this unnatural shit of today
and this is the trade off that people want and insist upon so much,
They want their cell phones and their own little universes in their
hand, but now we live in a world of garbage where you cannot even
smile or say hello to a soul.
Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
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The greatest computer application (APP) in my humble
opinion, Mizz M. Daniels-80, is none other than the GAP
(TWB)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.
The great TWB, has partnered with the great
WPEC-CHANNEL-12-TELEVISION; and their
website is fantastic beyond measure. Click on
it, kind folks!
I always love the Columbia Broadcasting people, even
as a youth, they had they really cool ad-spot jingle in the autumn of
1970 to advertise the fall show line-up.
I say to this lovely world, not all partnerships work
out, some are rotten and monstrous such as my experience with the
SPR, but then, there are some wonderful things to, when Huntington
family curses are not involved in the equation and the mixes. Like
WO, Billy Harner!!!
TV-12 here, has one marvelous story after another.
They may not create the horrible news we must all face in this
NEW-NORMAL world, but hey, as long as they do a great job in
accurately reporting it, then that is good enough for the old
Mountainpen, YO! Here below is one example:
Here below is one example:
Explosive materials found
inside Port St. Lucie home
Story by Web
Team/CBS12
PORT ST. LUCIE (CBS12) -- An out of state fugitive is back behind bars after authorities found explosive materials inside of a Port St. Lucie home.
US Marshals were serving a warrant at 398 S.W. Duval Ave when suspect, John Kaminsky told authorities there were explosive materials inside.
Several homes were evacuated for several hours while the bomb squad and Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives investigated.
PORT ST. LUCIE (CBS12) -- An out of state fugitive is back behind bars after authorities found explosive materials inside of a Port St. Lucie home.
US Marshals were serving a warrant at 398 S.W. Duval Ave when suspect, John Kaminsky told authorities there were explosive materials inside.
Several homes were evacuated for several hours while the bomb squad and Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives investigated.
Now there are great lists that ate literally dozens
of times longer than this tiny little inch or less of copied scroll
down on their bar. They have more items of news than there were ever
peanuts on Jimmy Earl Carter's fantastic peanut farm, YO,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Top Stories List
This list goes on and on, and this is but a small
fraction of all the great news stories. WEEEEEEEEE. Maybe it ain't
all super pretty, but that's Adam and Eve's fault, not this great
television station reporting of it.
Filthy rotten Jane, just
got me; on her page eleven of eleven. Here is my great
FIVES-COMPENSATION.
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It is one cool thing after another up there,
folks!!!!!!!!!
Best of the Hubble Telescope
END
TRANSMISSION.
Chapter
28, Chris, Ed, and the Milituforce Blogaud
I
did not tell you any details of the wild ''dream'' from last night,
and no, you are not imaging that I did not. I was very busy going
through hell with noise today, inside and outside, as well as many
annoyances and major black hat computer hacking!!!!!
If
I told all of the dream, we would be many hours of me typing, and
maybe, you reading. SHEEEEEEEEIT, why take the chance of boring my
audience to death? I will just tell you a few highlights. I was
speaking to several people that I only know here at major big shot
people, and yet over there, we know each other well, and one is
President Barack Obama, and his entire family. I am sure over here,
he thinks I am just a major nut case, and he is entitled to his
beliefs. Over there, he too is in politics, an dis a governor, and
don't ask me which state, as I was in no mood to ask him about that,
after he told me that I needed to remember some incredible things
back where I am asleep physically an dyes, that's a dam direct quote.
When he went onto tell me, it had to do with the trip in late 1983
down to Orlando, Florida, from up in Jersey, as well as the throat
specialist, and the major horrible experience of the memory loss on
my trip back from there, and to that wild house on the highway, that
I have had recurring nightmares about for years, but they stopped
about a decade back, praise the gods. I also spoke with some people
who I do know over here, and who are name recognized. They were
telling me that I needed to realize what happened to me during that
time that my mom and I were having those horrible problems with the
Hammonton Texaco mechanic-owner, Jerry, who I have blogged about over
and over, several years back. He told me that this man now is the
head chauffeur for Mariah Carey the great diva, an dyes, the one from
the wild dreaming interaction of the first day of summer time in
2008, Mister Jersey-Logo Weirdo. Remember people, in case you are new
to my blogs, or forgot; this wild experience was very major, as MC
showed me where I was soon going to be living, because this is where
it all took place, just in that parallel universe, instead of being a
home owned by Hammonton, New Jersey Judge, Frank Raso; it was some
medical building, but other than for that one difference, the two
worlds totally collided.
Lads
and lassies; my life cannot be rationally explained. Not by mother
fuckign great psychiatrists, not by the UFO experts, not by those who
hate me, or those that don't, and not by many many other categories
as well, YO.
In
addition to all of this; take my entire ten year blog now, and
multiply all of it by a thousand, and maybe, just mother fuckiGN
maybe; it may come somewhere close to rationally interpreting some
degree, of the life and what it all is about, of me; Mark Wayne Mohr,
the Mountainpen, and the receiver of Morianity.
I did not say the creator or the inventor; so please take strong note
of that, right here and right now, great Lieutenant Anita VanBuren as
well as everybody else. Thanks!
To
quote Diana, “Waterfalls
are so awesome”.
I
have no time or energy to make jokes or make light of what is
happening to me. I know you all laugh even when I promise you that
after I am shortly fucking dead and gone, some of you will be next. I
do not know who, and all odds are it won't be anyone reading this
blog. But some people out here, I totally know have already become
what I call, the targeted replacements of Mountainpen, once I am
shortly dead and gone.
I
have no strength to fuckign go around trying to twist arms. As
Mashell Daniels said to me in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of
Camden, New Jersey, USA, “Mark, you're entitled to your opinion”.
Thank you so very much, lovely Mashell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
that I can do is tell my shit, and do my blogs, and see what this
entire deal is all about someday, much the same as all of you,
whether you dam ass know it or not, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
Ladies
and gentlemen, it is time for a nice burger and a bowl of dam ice
cream, and then to bed with old asshole Mister Mountainpen.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
This
fantastic looking burger is available at all wonderful Walmart
stores, everywhere. And so are these luscious delicious looking
strawberries, YO!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
Jumping
catfish at light speed squared, those babies can be addicting. I used
to tell my mom, when we would be out shopping, don't be screwing with
other people's kids. My mom didn't mean anything at all wrong, but in
a screwed up society filled with pervo's and sickos, one must now be
careful to just be mindful to always keep to our own business. Once
upon a time, life was no where near like this unnatural shit of today
and this is the trade off that people want and insist upon so much,
They want their cell phones and their own little universes in their
hand, but now we live in a world of garbage where you cannot even
smile or say hello to a soul.
Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
END
TRANSMISSION.
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