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Major
shit went down, and I am hoping my wonderful sheriff not only knows
about it, but is somehow instrumental in catching the crooks on Wall
Street who were violating my civil rights, and paid one hundred
thousand dollars in an offshore account in the Cayman Islands under
phony names matching that of my so-called nabes next door to me, who
are now on the run. This is totally mind boggling. It seems that they
had every electrical outlet in my apartment under a control box in
their apartment, as well as some chemical that was going into my wall
poisoning me. If I can verify stuff, I will have a law suit for
damaging my health as well as my peace of mind, and these lawsuits
can easily bring jury award net monies into tens of millions of
dollars if prosecuted successfully. All I will say is this is why I
have felt so badly beginning this week, and is also why my electrical
bullshit was going down each time they wanted to screw with my civil
rights. Someone high up in Housing Authority had to be given the OK
to do all of this to me, also, and I think old pal, Sheriff sir, you
know that only too well. Ever since 1984, I know my Cousin has been
messing with me to get things that he wants in his life, MAGICALLY.
Whether I can prove it all is another item entirely. If I ever can, I
plan to sue him for his last pocket change, and then still more. I
also know that family members know a lot of things, and am leaving it
all right there for now, kind Sheriff KJM sir!
The
chemical is being removed, and the electrical stuff is all being
rewired up. That is all I know to this second, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT I
do know that anyonwe with half of a turd chewing brain, can take
blogs from even two and three years back, and begin to read them, and
see how these things were all done to me, by motive and carefully
planned and strategically executed meticulous procedure, in military
style and fashion and with the sly and prudent cunning style of a top
secret agent or a whole bunch of James-Bond types, oh great lovely
kissing QUEEN KATE and other GREAT
QUEENS!!!
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Now
I do not know who is over in that fucking apartment now, and there
are people in there, but I do know that whoever had the equipment and
the chemical, is going to be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the
fucking law.
So
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY Mister George Bailey, Moomy Deaest, and
any other concerned parties, from Earth or HELL, or to quote you old
friend from 1975, Bob Andrews, “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taking
it hard around the next with a fucking big Jebez Dark Shadows Hawks
noose is one thing, up in Braintree, Massachusetts, or even down in
Jersey, and Florida. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
folks;
Others
just got angry 35 years ago like Steve McGinty did, with his
subordinate, at the great Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him
he
was a turkey.
I have heard yet still others tell me, and I will quote them, “Mark,
dam it, I've been submarined”. The freaking garbage Spell-Checker
on my Open Office program doesn't even accept the word as valid, and
makes me add it to their dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed
told me this, and I sure as Store
High
In
Transport
ain't a lyin' about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I thought
you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ's Studio. Your
boss Tony
BonJovi
put a big ass knife in my back.
Why am I not shocked and surprised, at that turkey? Maybe
because I'm getting used to getting submarined a lot too, my
friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
One day when I was a small child of late single digit age if I am
correctly remembering the story told to me by my mother; this great
outfit wanted her to come into their Philadelphia office on her lunch
hour from her job at the Lavino
Shipping Company,
now
the Inchcape Corporation
after this British firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my
father, her husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those
times, he did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here
in this state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more
famous one, Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin
Fisher!
The FBI was very mean to my mom, and did not believe her when she
told them that they weren't in contact with each other at the time.
She was being completely honest, but as well all know from watching
any kind of cops and robber shows or law shows, they cannot just
believe stuff, and have to give suspects a hard time, it is their
job. I fully get that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day
after a few times of this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory.
She was dating a top general in the United States Army at the time,
and were quite bosom close, and planning a possible marriage, until
Helen began getting ill, from a fast moving cancer, that went onto
take her not that far later on in time. Having powerful friends is
always great, and I grew up with a lot of them, from family contact.
I am not used to the new life I live, IN HELL, without any of them.
The entire mother fucking world has abandoned me, and that is why I
know that I have had to have died and gone to hell. I know I died a
whole bunch of times, and have blogged the stories with very perfect
accuracy, for anyone interested at all, to read! Getting back to the
FBI in the late sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone
all of my life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his
diving, and the treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no
one to pass onto!!!! What a fucking turkey I am, huh Mister Steven
John McGinty?
So
just how does 'PINK-GODDESS'
fit into the Exploratronic
Supermind Society?
Think of it along the lines as the
ESS being HER TOYS
in a giant
playpen.
Some may flash and strobe, and do all sorts of things along those
lines; while yet others; they
dream-travel.
Another
thing is that the feminine gender is behind dreams and creations, and
giving birth.
All entities know this instinctively, and the Wiccan-folks just dare
to utter it, as do I; a bit more publicly. The masses ridicule and
scorn and even go as far as to ostracize, but I have learned to live
and die with that as well, and if I were the great and powerful
Mister PP, well; maybe even love, to quote his quite marvelous
country song lyric!!!!!
JANUARY
21, 2016,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:46,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 69 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-70/L-47).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 51%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 69.
WIND
IS ESE AT 14, WITH GUSTS TO 16.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0000.
JANE
SHITSLUT THISTLETHORNS NONOBREATH JUST FUCKING GOT ME GOOD, WITH A
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ASSAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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These
new mother fuckers are screaming and banging, so maybe the old
bastards were better. Who can ever know around this dive, Sheriff
sir? But then, it is just a few minutes shy of CLOSING BELL ON DIRT
BALL WALL STREET!!! I can always expect major fucking NOISE ASSAULTS
near opening and closing times, as for 30 god dam years, this has
followed a very precise fucking cunt ass pattern, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The human
brain is not a tape recorder, and this is why powers that go beyond
this realm of life, did not like me keeping a life journal on tape
going back to 1983, and they destroyed it through non provable ultra
covert black operations. I had totally forgotten the day by day
details of the first few months in 2011. I owe my daughter a
tremendous apology for many things I have recently said that were
mean. Still and all, I know that indeed, if anyone is helping me
against an arch enemy of mine for millions of eons, it is my
wonderful ISIS, in all of her great forms. Thank you for introducing
me to your friends, you know what I mean, and let's keep it between
us, for both of our sakes. And I thought 2014 was a bad year. Wow am
I disappointed in my own memories. Back stuff up three years, and
things were far worse and on the order of a minimum of 90 percent
MPB. Holy mother of MIDDIE, lovely Jewelly White. You feel like a
dope on a rope when you realize suddenly what a buttwipe you are on a
major issue, I know most of you out here can relate to this at least
a few times in your lives, so don't even try to argue that with me.
Sometimes
the gates of hell can be an entire multitude of things that without
some heavy cogitation on it, you never really consciously become
aware that this is so darn true, good folks. But it really is. Mind
is everything, let the religious peeps call it soul, it is all the
same DIFF, my good friends.
5 great ways to off
yourself, www.greatsuicides.com/
WHAAAA!
When
you cannot trust your own mind, this is most definitely one of the
gates of hell. Another one is pure unadulterated stupidity. Burned
meatballs, 2 sinks, and powerful Fascitar users, and then came King
of the moron club, MARK WAYNE MOHR. I have plenty of enemies, and all
the help in the world in making my life rotten, from all of them, but
the few who have tried helping me are the last ones I should be
critical of. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
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GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 68
These
mother fucking maintenance people are driving me up a mother fucking
wall, and that has to be what is going on here now for two solid
mother fucking weeks! It is as bad all over
again, as when the dam fucking new doors were put up, banging and
drilling all over the place. I suppose a
lot of new mother fuckers are out and old ones gone, hey Sheriff sir,
no one will ever tell me one mother fuckiGN thing around this god dam
miserable dump, and hey sir, I only god dam ass live here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I pay my rent every month on time for five
years, and try to never cause anyone a problem in any way, but you
know how it goes kind sir, Mark the god dam bad guy!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
21, 2016,
DAY
AFTERNOON AT 10:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 68 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-68/L-53).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 68.
WIND
IS ESE AT 2, GUSTIMG SLIGHTLY TO 10.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
Nightmares
all night, and noise and hell and feeling like mother fuckign dogshit
all day, real fun!!!! I never did one thing to deserve this mother
fuckign cunt eating shit, Sheriff sir, and Attorney General ma'am, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Now
who's fucking cock sucking kidding who. The
great and powerful JAMES T. BURR would say
that
I am the bag guy in all of this.
He would preach to you that “I
got involved in the occult, and God is now allowing SATAN to punish
me”.
How anyone in this world of advanced science can buy into this hocus
mother fuckiGN pocus Frisbee twilight zone bullshit, totally amazes
me. But then, I have been a victim of Christianity all of my life
also, being raised extremely staunch and austere with very rigid
values in that areas, sort of along the lines of the L&O
character Jack McCoy and his Saint Ignatius Catholic nuns as a school
boy, tormenting him, and causing him to feel the way he does about
spiritual fucking bullshit. Hey, hold your dick cum swallowing horses
now Nellie Girl, YO. I didn't say there is not some FAWCE out there,
as all of my cunt chewing fucking life, I
HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF THIS ''SOMETHING OU THERE SOMEWHERE SHIT'',
and I know it is totally real. I just refuse to see this biblical
Satan/God fucking shit!!!
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
GEEEEE-WILIGARS;
the mighty Doctor
Harold Camping said it all;
OH
MY. You and I don't fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey
Krassle with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam,
heck means hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz
and gee willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge
and freak and fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so
forth. What; you seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty
GODDESS Jehovah? Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, and a dozen or so “Oh
MY'S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION
NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
So
you all know by now that hell for me, is indeed fixed in stone and
fire, or HIFISAF for a shortened abbreviation.
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
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There's
a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it, there's a new kid in
town, I don't want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on
WAYV, not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO
peeps!
I
also don't mother fuckiGN want to hear jerk off dirt ball
Morty-Mortino the Death Angel on my left side, at two minutes past
dam ass midnight!
So
is it, “Make the world go away” or “Fly away”? Lots of great
songwriters from Mister Paul SPR Pedersen to all of the gramophone
winners of the music bizz, have given their opinions and philosophies
concerning shit like this for many decades of modern day ages
following the great masters of yesteryear. Still and all, monarch
butterflies are indeed extremely beautiful.
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT
UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF
HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT;
AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who
hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty
Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result,
things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and
non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and
viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent
entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these,
all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the
planet, AKA ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG!
When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard
me discuss the wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'',
first the LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS
deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out
of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly
and eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple
of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from
Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football
League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE!
The
second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the
magical black cat, Gawky
Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that
evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new
invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh
Mister Morgan Collins,
and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe,
just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can
tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time
in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA,
for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two
disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself,
“Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had
no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and
had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then.
BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family
branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister
Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was
not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more
logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT,
you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically
in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is
not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps
much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on
further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and
retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element
Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being
hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only
printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below on the chart that
I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am
wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe????
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What
I did not learn until extremely recently, peeps, is this. That
scripture in the KJV Christian Bible, “Knock, and the door will be
opened, seek and you will find”, is THEE MOST powerful part of all
the bible, other than for the truth that KING AKOSLEM (Lord Jesus) is
the one and only way to enter the 'KINGdom-of-heaven', THEE NUMBER
ONE rule in the incredible coolest game ever played in five
dimensions, called GTNOTG!
Hello
there, my beautiful big Katharine! You were named well; oh big giant
lovely girl. I knew something was fishy about everything the
Milituforce did to me that in any way, pertained to Sarah, and or my
attempting to locate her in my ''wrongly-named-mid-life-crisis'',
that was more like my eternity-crisis.
Well
peeps, the long and short of it all, is that we do not decide to
build a MAGNESONIC. MAGNESONIC decided it wanted to get built, and it
used a human being in the multiverse, me; to create and build it.
Until my followers can learn these truths are real, and awesome and
powerful and outlandish and unfathomable yes, but totally fucking
true, well; forget about ever being really truly free, my friends.
Freedom is not taken from us by masters, but is lost to us by our
refusal to believe ''magic''. To take this incredible saying spoken
to me two thousand and fifty one years ago by Mister Plato, not that
far from Vatican City today as it stands; I am shouting here on a
street corner, with my space cadet hat plainly on my head, and my
jump suit with the word Roswell on it all dark red and scribbled like
blood drops, and the world walks by, crosses the street a lot, does a
lot of Harner/Starr/Pedersen/Andrews/many-others stuff on me, we
never knew you, get lost, well, fine and dandy, candy pants
electricians, but I'm here to tell you, whoever is reading my words,
now or in 100 fucking years, I now a lot of shit that nobody on this
planet knows. But I have great powerful fucking enemies stifling
me and my ability to get myself out there, and a child can see
what's going on, runny nose and all. Until and unless someone someday
finds a way to help me and plug me, no not with money or anything
that I can put my finger directly on, but if a small group of say
just ten fucking peeps would form a club and then contact me and say
Mark, we did it, we have MOTRIANITY, come lead us. I promise you one
thing. I am no Jim Jones. I don't want a cent from anyone of you. I
don't want sex from your daughters and children or from you. I don't
operate like the cult mentality, for one great reason, I an
Morianity, is not a cult. I am here 63 generations after my ancestor
walked the shires of Galilee, and I have the same enemies, only this
time, they are much stronger, and I am much weaker. How this all
plays out with me, will directly connect how a lot of huge shit all
plays out with the entire cosmos. Sounds like quintessential huberous
behavior on my part, doesn't it? Well, maybe it is, but the trouble
is that just like the paranoid nut case with people really after him,
what are we to do. It still really is real and really is happening.
Tell me folks, just what would you do if you were fucking me. I am
very interested, but I doubt my comment boxes will fill up. Peeps
love to read, but they move on, and forget this. That too is magic.
Magic has positives and it has negatives. The
great wiccans have my respect huge
time, because they know two huge
truths, they know that, and they know the triple goddess, as do I.
Oh and don't let me fool you, I will love her for eternity, as I love
her in eternity, right American Express Dowd old caveman
Goldsmith?????????
NOW
WHAT IS THIS POTENTIAL FUCKING BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT,
FOLKS????? I have the kind of mind that is slow to learn. Once I do
learn however, my mind takes what I learn and figures out dozens of
things all around what I just learned, that seem to go over the heads
of the vast majority of folks on this planet, even the great minds.
This is not a brag, and is merely the way that my mind works. I take
no credit for any of it, and many times am thought of as mildly
retarded for not being able to pick up on new shit as fast as the
average other folks around me. But when all is said and done, there
it is staring you in the face, a simple truth. I took my math book
home in the first grade at the Richland Avenue School of Quakertown,
Pennsylvania, and in one evening, completed the entire year's
assignments. Instead of being given special attention and praised in
even a small way, I actually found myself in trouble for being a
prodigy. So a few months passed, and I had come to learn that I was
negatively rewarded for showing that I was smart and had ability to
excel academically. So one day when simply rhymes were being taught,
I acted like I could not do rhymes. My mom was called in, and
eventually, I showed that I could. I found myself in a lot of trouble
now it seemed, back in 1962, for being smarter than the others, and
then being dumber than the others. It was then that I sort of learned
in a 7 year old way, even though the expression had not yet been
invented to my knowledge, my mind was going along the lines of a
similar thought, to, hay, I can't win for losing. I am damned if I do
and damned if I don't. I am just going to go through school and life
and all of it, never being able to please people, and always being
fucking cunt picked on and PERSECUTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was right
100%.
Well,
in 1988, my Epitome of Harassment cassette tapes, were COPYRIGHTED,
and lots of fucking shit got all explained, and totally hush-hushed,
by very powerful SCOTT RANSOM people!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
of these things were my inventions that David Charles Roth was
discussing on these tapes, that the great UNITED STATES © Office has
a record of permanently to this day and second; and lots of wild
details were discussed. The actual words KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL were never used. What was used was ITS FUCKING
TOTAL TWIN, MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, or
'Magnesonic' for short. Dave was talking and saying, quote,
“That exact sound would be right there, in your living room'',
well, this is a far cry from ''digital recordings''. But this is only
one application of this invention from the days of SUNRAM, and not
SUNJAMMER-NASA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, all of
any letters, POTENTIAL was and still is their worry, the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE'S WORRY that is, of me, and what this system can do.
We have nuke medicine and great things that atom splitting has led
to, but it also can blow up real nasty ass bad, and kill off
humanity. Magnesonic has good and evil too, Goddess and atom, and
Sarah, Mark, and Albert are more than just three who know the diction
involved, as GIRL, I DID TELL A LOT, did I not, lovely strobelight,
oh love of my life, SSJKK?
Again
Mister Jimmy Rockford, not only CAN WE, but WE WILL be getting back
to all of this and so much fucking more. I hate every evil fucking
bastard who has hurt me for 50 years since I have been nine cunt
lapping years old, and every one of you WILL PAY A PRICE, eventually,
for what you all have mother fucking done to me, that's a
TAHREN-TEE-TOTAL-PROMISE, Mister Gandhi!!!!!!
NO
TRADING ON FLAW MEAT TODAY FOR MLK-DAY!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
Mister McNulty-1971, BRAH.
Nabes
annoyed me this morning with doors for a while, and I admit, there
was no trading today, so I never said this is some absolute 100%
thing, but it is real way more than it is not, and all I know is that
something indeed is going on, ever since Lightning Goddess Diana
Arteemis revealed parallel event and how to apply it, to me, while in
a bathtub, and living in the late winter in 1985, at the Highview
Apartments, in WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
see that my SPELL-CHECK program has been disabled, which hasn't
happened to me in a while, so let me go off an don and get it
operating again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 67
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
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You
just go right on laughing at me.
You
just go right on laughing at me.
You
just go right on laughing at me.
You
just go right on laughing at me.
You
just go right on laughing at me.
You
just go right on laughing at me.
See
if I give a fucking shit, for Christmas and Thankx-2-Givens sake, my
BRAH! One thing I am NOT, and that it CLUELESS, about
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!
I
absolutely know certain things, such as the fact that I don't know a
mother fucking shit eating thing about many, if not most things. But
I do know that when I am mother fuckiGN persecuted to death,
even on those days such as Wednesday, yesterday, and that other huge
Dow-Drop day last week that I think it was Friday, when they
persecute me, from whatever point in time of that trading day that
this happens, the market gains a lot of ground. If they did not have
me to pummel endlessly and pick the fucking shit eating hell on, kind
authorities out there, and my pal Sheriff K. J. M., then
the stock market right now would be out of business and gone forever.
That much I TOTALLY DO KNOW, and no
one will tell me that I don't, and
if I am so wrong, why won't some cock knocking prick ever officially
put me to the test, contact me, and allow me to show them just how
real my mother fucking parallel event nightmare shit really and truly
is, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????????????
It
is 1:33 Ante' Meridian, and AGAIN KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, my internet explorer was
hacked and disabled. HOW CAN YOU ALL ALLOW THESE CRIMINALS
TO ENDLESSLY ASSAULT ME, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, HERE IN YOUR
GREAT SAINT LUCIE COUNTY????????????????????????
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MY
MOTHER FUCKING NIGHTMARE ILLEGAL STEALTHFULLY CARRIED OUT HELL, IS
NOT ONLY A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY; BUT IT IS ALSO A MAJOR FUCKING
CUNT EATING CRYING SHAME, YO!!!!!
Exactly
why Lightning Goddess Diana won't help me on this lower plane of
waking-hyperspace, I do not claim to know. Maybe she can't, or just
won't, and loves to play games such as
GTNOTG.
Mother-Daughter-Electron
are
really all the same one powerful awesome goddess, and I know that she
is real!!!!!!!! I have no answers for why this horrendous thing has
all happened to me, since I was a boy; and we
all know that
only
SHE UNDERSTANDS.
So with that said, and officially stated, by Blogger-Mountainpen; let
me merely add this,
“SAY-LEVY”,
in or out of FRANCE,
or
ATLANTIC
CITY,
and with or without war hero metals, and techno tapes, in and out of
1980 years, and all other possibly conceivable coincidental events
and games of COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Exploratronic Supermind Society,
may be discussed with annoying regularity on my blogs; but that is
because all things that happen, do so within a multiverse, where this
truth is absolutely inescapably surrounding the interaction of all
those in the ESS verses all of those who ARE NOT IN THE
ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
is a powerful truth, so don't be too fucking quick to laugh, mock,
and scoff, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2016
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
Are
you reading me at Blogger Dot Com? If not
folks,
you may always use the following link to take you to a location where
you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM)
in color,
and that have all of the other things as well, such as photos, links,
charts, and all sorts of other basic blog candy!
AS
LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE ME TO PICK ON AND PERSECUTE, WALL
STREET WILL GO ONE WAY, AND THAT IS UP, AS IT HAS SINCE THE MIDDLE
EIGHTIES WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE ALL BEGAN AROUND ME. THE REAL HELL IS
KNOWING YOU ARE THERE AND NO ONE WILL LISTEN. IF IT EVER HAPPENS TO
YOU, DON'T LOOK FOR SOLICE TO ME. I WON'T BE THERE TO COMFORT YOU AS
WERE YOU NOT THERE FOR ME, MISTER CATTERPILLAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and the (behind the OZ CURTAIN loudness,
lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not
like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now
closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's
Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded
secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I
want that on the record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class
at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out
here who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
really great formula in this multiverse is kept on the QTDL by
Powerful Scott Ransom People, AKA (PSRP). MILITUFORCE=jerk
off PIGS!
So
put that
on
your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in
1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mister
Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton,
seem to be one of several major things that occurred in late 82 and
early into 83 that forever altered my nightmare fucking life. The
mighty airplane flying Everett Simpson of New Jersey and his great
Warwick Auto Sales, and shit that was all interconnected with these
three peeps, I have always known is not a nothing subject, and just
because I cannot put my fucking finger directly on something, I do
believe in LIFE-POINTS.
Places in all of our lives where major changes happen, and this not
being some random deal. I am not a degreed psychiatrist and cannot
give legal expert testimony about this, but I will say based on my
life and in my very humble fucking opinion; my life points are many
and major. When Jim Burr told me something was really there and
against me, totally invisible that he and his Christians call by the
name of Satan, totally was a game changer back in the very ending of
the year 1973. there are ten other life points, but this, no matter
how I may have incorrectly focused on this before; is the original
sin, Irene Trump and Georgio Moroder!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
without grinding up any gear shifts, all I wanna' say is this. There
are no cameras or bugs in my apartment or car. But there may as well
be. There may not be anything in the tangible world doing the things
that I make claim to, yet they may as well be there in a very
organized way. I learned this lesson over many years of playing
roulette in Atlantic City. Long before I grabbed books and read the
details about the quantum world, all the shit in the books had
already been happening to me all of my life, and the books merely
confirmed that I was not a mother fucking total nut case. When I tell
you, that if you electronically record music, that comes to you in
DREAMS; and then allow it to dub from deck to deck, in one part of a
room; or play a repeat,, on a computer windows media player system
in a looping play-list; and then your clocks will run differently,
placed near these sources over a 24 hour period, as opposed to other
clocks, that are placed in areas of the residence not near where this
is being done; I do not expect you to believe this is true. But what
I can prove to the universe any time, is that nobody anywhere wants
to try and disprove my powerful secrets, and this is BLUEBOOK in FULL
FORCE ACTION. You think you have free will, but this blog not
catching on and going viral, is only because it is being SANCTIONED,
in ways so powerful and so fucking cunt secretive, that I dare not go
on speaking if I wish to keep fucking cunt lapping breathing
tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need all the help you can give me, old
friend Bobby McD!
Mack
Kaiter at Camp Chesapeake, washed my mouth out with soap for using
lots of profanity, back in the summers of 1967 and 1968, in middle
July. If he were here, he would need a huge bar for my brain. I was
under a neighborhood siege that lasted about a half hour. Do you
really think I am so dumb, Lilliputian Lilly
Wormhole??????????????????????
THEN
THERE WAS THE OPPOSITE END OF THE COOLEY HALL, OUT THE DOOR AND UP
HOPKINS LANE JUST A LITTLE BIT. And it is all still there, in one
form or another, whether parking lots or hotels are taking up the
space, John and Photeous, I told you when my life ended, with or
without smith and his blackboards, and his areas, in or out of
Haddonfield or Atlantic City. Jeese Louise, Shannon and Fonty
Hardfoot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone can find me PEE,
it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
(IN
YOUR DREAMS, ASSHOLE). STILL, WHY THE DREAMS???
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, SO PLEASE TRY
AND REMEMBER ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!! Nothing ever gets written and
printed without a reason.
Oh
my freaking goddess, was this an incredible 51 months, since my last
few days living back at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton, New
Jersey, at the FBI Agent Steve Caruso's rental home!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
THE
VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or
fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971.
WHAAAAAAAAA,
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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