The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 34, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 34

BOY OH BOY, MOOMY DEAEST, it is a dark and 'sprinkly' cool day in Fort Pierce, Florida, or what Mountainpen calls, a really lovely day for a change. NOT HOT, NOT SUNNY, NOT ALL DRY and JUNKY. It seems that old Poor Mountainpen Richard Franklin has coined another dam word here, peeps; ''SPRINKLY''!!!!!

It's a beautiful 61 nice cool degrees, and a lovely breeze is blowing. Lovely drizzle and dark large clouds fill the entire horizon, and the only thing missing, you all can guess by now I am quite sure, kind folks; Diana Arteemis, AKA the Lightning Goddess.

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If anyone can find me PEE, it was my genius daughter, WOW!

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MY LOVELY YOUNGER DAUGHTER PEE, NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. STILL, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE WHERE A NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE OFFICER SHOT ME IN THE BACK, AND YES, COMMITTED MURDER; WHEN I KNEW TOO MUCH IN THAT WORLD, ABOUT THE GOVERNOR, GIVING THE GREAT LAW AND ORDER PEOPLE THEIR WONDERFUL SUPER SHOW IDEAS WITH THEIR ''SHALVOY'' GUY. HEU, I AM ALWAYS GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE; LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I am sure you remember, my loyal long time followers of Morianity, I knew about his very private sexual affairs, just as with the SHALVOY deal on the greatest law show ever, L&O, only my thing was back in the late twentieth century, whereas the SHALVOY deal on L&O was around late 2007 and into 2008 or in that range of time. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! When will I be believed, if ever, oh great wonderful powerful SHERIFF MASCARA, and lovely blondie A. G. Bondi?

People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!

Just why am I an integral part of the Washcloths?

WE COULD DISCUSS THIS FOR WEEKS ON END, STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

THIS AIN'T AN EASY TOPIC TO JUST CRACK, 1-2-3 BUT I WILL PRODUCE ONE EXAMPLE FOR YOU.

Back when these blogs were new, on the original site where I had blogs 1-5, and this blog #6 had not begun yet as the late 2011 hack had not struck that blocked me out of using that blog other than as a viewer that at least allowed me to paste my own stuff into this new blog-6. Back in the first two years of my blogging, 2006-2007, I talked about a great Disney kids show, called the Lizzy McGuire Show, where lovely teen queen Hillary Duff, got her start in acting. On that show, something that I said almost word for word, four sentences long, was spoken by Lizzy if I remember, and I admit the details are fuzzy. I do remember blogging it, and when I did, the event was much closer, and I had a very good recall even though I only saw this show one time. As you know, I kept life journals on a cassette tape system, taping my residence situations, my times out in my car, and my times at work as a security guard. My life was literally Kennedy-Nixon-Whitehouse BUGGED! She was discussing how, Lizzy McG that is, something we do can have a profound effect in ways we never could imagine, nor would we give a second thought to. She went on as did I, on my tape one day, before the show ever first aired; to describe how if she did this, and then the person who it was done to did such and such as a result, and after six moves along the chain; this could practically lead to a very large event like a disaster, or who knows what? Just by giving someone on a bus a really nasty facial expression after they smile nicely at you, could make them say the wrong thing to their boss in half an hour, getting them fired, leading them to drive recklessly on a California freeway, and strike a car filled with ten children; one of them who may have gone onto become a U. S. President, another maybe someone who cures cancer forever, and still another one who writes beautiful songs, one song touching the heart of some monstrous dictator who without hearing it, would start World War Three someday. You get the picture here, and yes, in that example, they all were killed on that highway crash. I am glad the show was made, and that I am being monitored by Briggbase people, who now live as the Entertainment World for the most part; and if I can do something positive for humanity, even totally indirectly; then great!!!!!!!!!!! But my point here is about how little tiny things can effect really huge ones, and was the biggest flaw in the greatest Star Trek show, voted on their 30 year anniversary nearly two decades ago, Sarah Tribbles Kessle; called, “City On The Edge Of Forever”, when McCoy had that encounter with the drunk man, back in 1930, in New York City, and his fazer-weapon built up an overload charge that made him disintegrate. He may have been an old wino bum, too old to have any other children ever, but that still does not mean that he could not have set off a chain of events that led to something huge, just because he maybe gave someone a smile, or a scowl. So as to me and my WASHCLOTH-THAT-FAMILY of 1970; this is not some easy 3-D discussion!!! It will take a lot of time, and quite a bit of further study and serious analysis. IPYT.

Yes you may have guessed, I made an error. I mixed up a few shows. The Lizzy McG Disney show from back earlier in the millennium was about how I said we all probably have gigantic know-folks chains, or if everyone we knew was legally forced to take everyone who they knew and then they had to do this same thing, and so on, and place them in Central Park in NYNYUSAESMWG; the entire park would fill up with people within about a dozen moves along this chain. Out of these would be some celebrities, some politicians, some extremely wealthy folks, and so on, right down to maybe some ax murderer like my cousin Arthur Huntington the latengrate, and all sorts of very interesting guys and gals. You can also do this same thing on an EVENT-CHAIN, where unlike the show that I mistakenly said was doing that, I also discussed this on many of my writings and also from back in th eighties and the nineties, where merely frowning at someone on a bus while on your way into your job, could lead to World War lll, or any one of dozens of things from nothing significant at all to all sorts of wild and unimaginable things. Life as I have said right along, or the world, same thing basically; “is a very amazing place!!!!!!!!!!

There are times when a subject (previously targeted unaware person who is used by a dream-traveler) is used but once, and then there is the repeat customer. MUFON peeps take great interest, or they claim to on TV shows concerning their activities; to be extremely fascinated by those who are repeat customers, that is of course, customers not of their own choosing, such as when we as consumers choose to go and shop at the department stores, and grocery stores, and whatever. This washcloth bunch from the parallel universe where the planets in our solar system are closer together, not really larger but just closer to each other; and precariously endangering the continuation of life, due to eventual collisions, and other problems we needn't concern ourselves with right now. When they chose me, as Mark Wayne Mohr in this exact universe of atomic agreeing vibratory signatures; it most likely is because of large fifth dimensional values, or said in real plain first grade English, other me parallel's as well as me here, all fit into something that pertains to them and their goals of survival, due to what Morianity has discussed many times, but never in enough real detail I suppose, and that is HSTS (HYPERSPACE TOWEL-SEEPAGE). Now, after this is all factored in, comes the even greater group of 'Y's, to all of this. We can begin with why would a little poor non-billionaire nobody, connect into any possible item, in any conceivable way; that connects in the remotest potential to this parallel world surviving their soon to be doomsday, from living in a bad solar system? Right away, a few are also wondering, wow you buttwipe, maybe it isn't dream travelers, but real transdimensional vessels that cross over into our universe, in those big UFO crafts that we all know have some reality to them, no matter how covered up they are by the authorities. Well, I won't say it is impossible to make a vessel that could move through the fifth dimension, but it is ahead of any science reality known to even the time of 2290 and World Laboratories. It is fiction, but it isn't supported by fact, even way out there. But I know that I am able to dream travel, and even create objects, when I am not in a tangible constraint, such as being awake physically in a shell-body. I have flown around in huge UFO type ships created right out of my own (DREAM-MIND). This happened. Whereas discussing vessels of a transdimensional technology, may exist in a thousand years or a million, and with the same ability, be able to enter antimatter realities and with extreme speed near light, after enough time, move thousands of years ahead in a short time by their standards, and in antimatter where the electron is running backwards from all matter worlds, the vessel being far ahead in time, would be far behind in time, if it then returned back into matter worlds. Now this is as I said, a possibility, but I already know that ESS and dream-travel is real, so why fuckiGN screw around speculating on shit as far out as that?

Now I said back on the third of May of this year; ''Lilly and all other flowers can just go ahead and laugh at me all that they wish to. I know the truth, Professor Kaku knows the truth, and this is why I have to be humanly sacrificed in this evil world and nation. When they cut me open in the ME's office after my death for the autopsy, then they will be sorry for all that has been done to me, but I will be telling SSJKK that my life demands justice, and this world will be thrust into a giant fire when the sun goes nuts''. You see, back on 05/03/2015, I was still clueless about the parallel universe where both my pal Brad Messenger and I had been PULLED-INTO by exploratrons. By now, I know that some out here are wondering just how 'PULL-INS' really operate, you know, just what are the mechanics to it, since you explained how dreams-hyperspace-exploratrons all operates, in some detailed clarity; yet only use the term of PULL-IN, and never get more into it. You are quite correct, as I have been trying to figure out the best way for me to attempt to explain it all to you.

I frankly do not trust one single human being in the smallest degree, let alone any of the gods except for MIDDIE, the Programmer, you would say the Almighty. Mother-Daughter-Electron, MDE, or MIDDIE. Yes, the seventh day was HER UPLINE VACATION to HER UPLINE equivalent Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue. This to both of us, is a beyond extremely special day, quite naturally. The twelve tribes of Benjamin in the Old Testament Bible is where known humanity stems from, according to those of the Christianity Faith, and count me as one of them. I merely know some shit that I am no way in hell supposed to know or remember, not even fragmented. But the endless real mystery is none of this. But rather, it is why then do beings this powerful next to us; allow shit to all happen, when this was what caused me to know all of this stuff in the first dam place? This is what I termed back in the autumn of 1987, and told this to my now dead pal, Mister David Charles Roth, AN EVENTAL TIME WARP. Don't confuse it with the TIME PARADOX, concerning the hypothetical traveler, who does a major experiment, by going back and killing his grandfather, to see what happens to him; along the lines of that silly 'BACK TO THE FUTURE' movie nonsense. All real quantum dynamics folks and astro physicists know, that the murder event, merely splits another fan blade dimension off, into two worlds that were one before that happened. One was where the grandfather was not shot and the other where he was shot. The shooter is living in the one where he was not shot. A very similar thing can be witnessed by putting electrons through a special screen, in a controlled lab-experiment. The electron is a fifth dimensional part of nuclear reality. The other parts that comprise the atoms are always but three. This creates the real power behind why things all work as they do. If those not ready to accept total world peace, ever really understood what I know about this, the world would be doomed in a short time. We as a global order are not even close to being ready to handle type-3-civilization power! To bring that scale to life, with all we know and can do right now, this scale places our technology as a global civilization type-0. This scale goes from type 0 through type 3, and don't take my word for this, as I am sure a few minutes of Googling will get you to a trusted website that confirms these words. When I came to this paragraph on a blog from last 3 May, the system stopped working and I had to click the mouse, and so I figure that some part of HALLS FAWCES did not like that part all that much, so I pasted it into this blog. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and

TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster!

Thank the gods, the quarterly pest control building spray will be coming up on the eighth, not too soon here in fucking ROACHVILLE.

THIS DOES A LOT OF GOOD, HUH FLORIDA INSPECTION AND HEALTH DEPARTMENT?

I believe, sir Sheriff Mascara, that they are not real roaches from my universe, but rather some type of hybrid mother fuckiGN imposters that have been sent here and they really are advanced humans from parallel worlds, and when I do kill them, they just wake up out of their dream, as ESS travelers. This is what our wonderful world authority is keeping us all from believing, as well as making people like you sheriff sir, believe that I am just a mother fuckign nut case crack-pot. Someday in the Astral Heavens, we'll be sipping on a Jeemalena Puhatuko Soda, as out there, you enjoy that an dis your fave I believe, with an incredibly strong tangerine flavor along with light cinnamon, and you'll be telling me how sorry you are for not believing me back here in this nightmare dream that we're having, well, I am, you are having a much better one than I am, sir Sheriff!

There are things going on fifth dimensionally, that are so beyond the possible abilities of any blogger, even if 100 Einstein's could all merge together, to successfully tell the message to those who in my opinion, do need to receive it quite desperately, and never will in the current lives that they are living as larger parts of their true PLANK ASTRAL SELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTT, I intend to conduct some thorough research soon, on the recording artist Marilyn McCoo and her great and powerful FIFTH DIMENSIONS, as I do not believe this seemingly coincidental yet quite unfathomable symbolism just defies Mister Yogi Berra and his very famous quote, “It's just too coincidental, to be a coincidence”!

Yeah, “I'm just your foolish toy”, PPK; so don't bust my poor little arm up too badly, big lovely goddess!!!!!!!!

We're two dead people, Mike, Dave, and Steve. It just endlessly goes round and round and fucking round.

You know what folks; I am going to just FLY AWAY!!!

Talk about lawnmower men like JOBE, jacking in, YO!

Please don't even get me going here, Mizz Eckert Farma, from Berlin, New Jersey, back in early middle July of 2003. THANK YOU, flooding and all!!!!!!!!!!!

Well folks, time to aim high now, and wonder what strange thing REALLY did happen, with my dad and myself; despite the fact that I never met Mister Einstein or came aboard the great Battleship Eldridge; yet both of us had our service paperwork interfered with, in ways not rationally explainable. My father was told to keep his mouth shut, and except for horrendous fucking nightmares that woke him up screaming, during the early years of his marriage to my mom, as told to me in vivid description by her upon numerous occasions, HE DID. Also, another small exception was his sleep-talking. In January 1974, he visited me and mom at our Dellway Arms Apartments on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, just a couple of miles west along the famous Route-30-White Horse Pike, from where Congressman Andrews lived at the time, or just off of it, in Haddon Heights, on OAK AVENUE. The memories of this weird shit, right around the time of the mysterious death of my mom's cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald from a ''supposed-flue shot'', was when I was told one day that I was no longer in the branch of the U. S. Merchant Marines that I joined and even had an ordinary seaman's card in my wallet, all legal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLUCRAN---BLUCRAN---BLUCRAN---BLUCRAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where will this all lead to, and end; great KING AKOSLEM (Lord Jesus Christ”????????????????????? Yes, JUJU, KING AK, and everyone else out here, now, and later on, via Lunar Satellite Delay Field Scattercloud, (LSDFS) in most parallel universes and here most likely; it is indeed time for me to AIM HIGH, and start investigating Mizz MCCOO and her great symbolic 5-D music group. The big-planet people of washcloths and hand washing are observing me quite carefully. Whenever they want me, it looks like they've fucking got me!!!!

People make movies about hypertime such as Clock-stoppers about the two kids who got their hands on a watch that slowed time down, back in those Lizzy McG days, when Britney's little TV set was in full swing, huh mister Bernstein Lavino Backstabber? Hyper-Time or compressing time, is not something that is scientifically discussed seriously, unlike expanding it with time dilation, caused by accelerating to velocities more than about ninety percent of the light velocity constant, or as the mathematical symbol for this goes, 'C'. To many subatomic forces however, all human carbon consciousness runs in hypertime. To some of the insects living here amongst us, we humans live in dilation-time. A bee sees approximately sixty times faster than we do, at least a honey bee does, according to all of the biological research that I have conducted and studied. The electron, despite its great speed, is opposite of the honey-bee however, and runs in hyper-time. We search for life on other planets, and never realize that many forms of intelligent reality, simply run way out of our time, be it in extreme hyper-time or extreme dilated time. If things atre on a major time scale variation to each other, neither of them ever realizes that the other thing exists. This is why no one understands Diana, Stacey, and her spirit form of electron, (MDE-Mother/Daughter/Electron), which in reverse is more along the lines of FATHER-SON-HOLY GHOST. Things on conscious waking world Earth for us humans always seem to get reversed, at least for the vast majority and in the vast majority of the time! No puns intended, but yes, they're there! To all of that, I will simply add, ''WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE''.

JANUARY 3, 2016,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:18,

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Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a dam ax to you and your dam mom down the hallway.

Diva Shania, and her colorful non dreamed city of major song rip offs, merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the dam ass doorway, to many truths and secrets, about both music, and its interaction with Mountainpen (me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the government, and its agencies, always side with the big superstar people, the big giant moguls of the business world, the top folks on the ladder rungs that are nearest to the fucking cirrus clouds, and this no way excludes the mighty and wonderful GAP United States Library Of Congress Copyright Office, and what they did to me in the late summer time in 1980, in favor of Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, of the great world famous superstar Gibb Brothers BEEGEE music assholes; and their theft of my pal Tom Glenn's arrangement, on my LOST LOVE SONG! Yes sir/ yes ma'am, the great and powerful (GAP) © OFFICE, always sides with the big wigs; and screws shit up, and even alters documents TO FAVOR THESE SUPER WEALTHY FUCKING CUNT CRIMINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would not dare say these on my blog that were untrue, about powerful organizations and people, but folks, when they commit criminal acts on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and fuckiGN screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to quote Sigmund Malyeska back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that's the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my dam mother from that era and later on as well, and other shit I won't bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the fuckign ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people who did wild wacko freaking shit to me in those days that to quote Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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How I love Hollywood and movie phonies who go around acting so nice and doing charity work, while they and their spouses rip off poor song writers, unable to protect themselves against giants. What a phony fucking rotten land we all have and share. I am just 'soooo glad' that I have done the majority of my mother fuckiGN time here, and will be dead before too much longer, AND OUT OF MY CUNT CHEWING MISERTY, sir Sheriff Mascara, old pal, and great Mizz Bondi, State-AG!

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