GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 62
JANUARY
17, 2016,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 4:03,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-73/L-63).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 70%, AND WIND CHILL IS 62 .
WIND
IS SW AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 44.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES—25.
MOSTLY
BREEZY AND CLOUDY THIS AFTERNOON.
PREDICTED
LOW IS 48 DEGREES.
FRIDAY'S
RAINFALL WAS TOTAL 180 CENTINCHES.
SATURDAY'S
RAINFALL TOTAL WAS 0 CENTINCHES.
OH
PAULA, OH-OH PAULA!
Clarence
Harris, the Retired Marine Corps Man, and Assistant to Congressman
Andrews, in 1997 and into 1998, and my pal, from Sicklerville, New
Jersey, United States of America, ESMWG; as you know, lived next door
to a cousin of the lady who I also met early in the year of 1998
shortly after meeting Clarence the previous late spring time, who was
a local kids-hero TV-show host back in the nineteen-sixties, called
“Popeye-Theater”, of whom I was a fan as a young boy myself,
never dreaming I would meet and become friends with this very nice
lady, Mizz Sally Starr, through my Ex-Partner in the Studio Park
Records bizz, Mister Paul Pedersen. Out of all the possible next door
home nabes that Clarence could have had up there in South Jersey, or
for that matter, the cousin of Sally Starr who we went over to visit
upon several occasions in the summer time of 1998, what would the
odds be for me meeting two people in no way connected with each other
at all, Clarence Harris and Sally Starr, in different years, and they
lived side by side in a housing development there, in Sicklerville?
The Powerball Lottery Jackpot odds come to my mind; and how about
your minds; BLOGAUD? On top of that, Sarah
was the reason
that I became friends with both Mizz
Sally Starr,
as well as Congressman Bob Andrews' Assistant, Mister
Clarence Harris.
Sally was playing my country version of the song SARAH that I
originally wrote on May 13, 1996, and copyrighted in 1996 as well as
1997, and even later on as part of a project done through Studio Park
Records, with vocalist-artist Billy Harner, who was another sixties
star, having numerous big hit songs of his own back in the
middle-late sixties, the biggest one being what he was most known
for, called, “SALLY'S SAYIN' SOMETHING”. Sally was doing a show
on a small Vineland, New Jersey FM-radio station, each Sunday, that
played country music records both old ones as well as new hits, and
she played the country version of my SARAH song every single week for
the entire summer and a lot of the spring in the year of 1998. I came
to meet the fellow who used to call up and request it played, and he
called himself, “George and George”. Sometimes, Sally would
triple it, and I began to wonder if there was more behind TABLE-15 at
the Ricktown Manor Restaurant, out in the purgatory, than what I
could remember; concerning a great family of politics. Who can ever
really know a dam thing, but I did indeed come to meet this cool dude
one day over at Sally's Atco, New Jersey home on Beach Street, at a
yard sale she was throwing one Saturday, before I went on to Atlantic
City, to swim in the wonderful Atlantic Ocean, as I did a lot of
that, back in the late nineteen-nineties. As for how things all
connect up, that would take weeks of typing, and
then how Dairy Queen and the great FAA Admiral over at the
Teck-Center down the Pike,
that would take months. Their was no Earthly reason for Kate treating
me so badly, and ruining my chances for the Congressman's people to
try helping me find out more about SARAH,
from the sixties.
It took years of legwork just to attempt to fuckiGN unravel a few
miniscule pieces of who is related to who five cousins out and cousin
in law relations as well, and believe me people, it is quite
complicated and intricate. Kate seemed to want to kill me and really
hated me something fierce. But now in this century, I know it wasn't
KATE who hated me, but in some parallel universe, THAT
KATE,
who
is in the Exploratronic Supermind Society,
was indeed the one who had a mission, and a goal, and and objective;
to
wipe me out and destroy any plans that I had to retain the
Congressman's assistant,
in
the matter of locating the real true GODDESS-SARAH (SSJKK),
through the back door, as Clarence Harris would have connections
through his office to quietly keep helping me all that he could. But
KATE totally screwed it up for me, and this has been going on all of
my life, EVER SINCE THE 'FUCKIGN' CUNT SECOND THAT
I WALKED OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL, AT COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL, OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY-USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, this is not some dam delusion, and I am not fucking cunt
mentally ill. This
is all totally absolutely real and true,
and I would not be wasting decades and decades of my energy and time
and talents,
if this was not the case; in my pursuit of truth and justice, for all
of the mother fuckiGN horrible nightmare shit, that I have been
forced to deal with, and contend with and suffer through, for an
entire lifetime now; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK;
gee, just what is going on? First, as I stated; I come right out and
openly tell that I do not believe that the creators of STAR TREK were
totally from here in this universe. I believe that in a parallel
universe, doubles (doppelgangers) of them such as Mister Roddenberry,
became what Morianity refers to as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
Simply put, the more advanced doubles of the people, who we know
here, only as THEM, and not them plus their controlling-double who is
asleep physically from their parallel universe and dream-controlling
their double here, so that they will do something or not do
something, or whatever the case may be, that is behind most if not
all 'T3E' activity. They get people in the (EW) Entertainment World
to make shows, they get ice cream servers to do horrible things, it
all makes perfect sense, but as with all things, only IN A GIGANTIC
BIG PICTURE FUCKING VIEW. Looking at it in a narrow horizon, and you
will just see poor old fucking pathetic crazy-man Mountainpen. This
is of course my eternal dilemma, or so it seems to me, at least for
right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Until
someone takes the reality of the ESS, just as seriously as the
National
Enquirer did, back in 1995,
only then, I
had no clue what was going on,
and admit to that today, fully and openly; but until then; basically,
I AM MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY SCREWED, and also, I
AM BLUE-----TOAST!!!!!!!!!!
©
2006-2016 Blogs Of Mountainpen (BOM)
Mark
Wayne Mohr
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WAYNE MOHR @ 4:58 POST MERIDIAN
JANUARY
17, SUNDAY, 2016.
The
FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law
enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister Hoover,
who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new organization.
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TRANSMISSION.
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