GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
77
As
you may know, I screwed up the number on my previous blog and said 10
out of every billion, and I meant of
course, 100. Sorry about that, kind
people!
David
Roth and I sat outside his home driveway in my old clunker car, back
in 1988, up on Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, and had quite
a rap session; and on tape as well, as I recorded most everything
back in those times, and this one tape even made it into one of my
copyrighted music-projects, either the Epitome
Of Harassment 1 or 2. I don't remember which of these two, but
it was one or the other. One of many items that we were discussing,
was approximately how many Milituforce-Otamm
enemies there were in total, all over the planet. David, as
the great and powerful Copyright-Office knows all to well to this
very day, said to me after I had posed that question to him, during
our quite philosophical, and intent discussion, that late dark cold
night up there in Philly, and I'll quote him to the tee; “I
would say there are more than a hundred, and less than a thousand”.
He'd be proud to know that I have pretty much verified this, and
that indeed about 740-780, is the actual best estimate, based
on extremely complicated data that was crunched, over a lot of time;
that I do not plan on getting specific about, or even into at all on
this blog right now; and probably will not do for some time. This as
I said on my last blog, Chapter 76 of GTNOTG,
breaks down to pretty much 100 out of a billion
grouped population, or in smaller
numbers, one in ten million!
I
was right about the weather in my area, it did not go anywhere all
that close to the predicted 'high-forecasted' temperature. Skies were
mixed, and now it is beginning to wind down towards evening, at just
shy of five.
JANUARY
24, 2016,
SUNDAY
EVENING AT 5:01,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 53 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-54/L-35).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 57%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .
WIND
IS WNW AT 6, WITH GUSTING TO 9.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
I
hate your miserable dam guts, Jane Onesleaze. But maybe there was a
powerful reason YYYYYY Jane Fonda did what she did to me on that
horrible spring night in 1993 at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, in
Atlanta, Georgia, USA, with that clock zooming ONES ATTACK, that Ted
Turner her hubby and her was so funny, and wiped me totally out for
life!!!!!!!!! Maybe it is all rapped up in that movie from many
decades back now, called “12 ANGRY MEN”. My dad in 1975 had
returned for his second visit with me, in the summer time, while I
resided at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey,
USA. As soon as I compensate for Mizz fuckiGN Water-Witch Dirt-Bag
THISTLETHORNS, and her page-eleven attack, I will tell you the
details of this, as it is high time that I do!!!!
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Now
that this has been taken care of, YO; my dad was visiting me on his
second visit, as there were two, and his second one was when he
stayed permanently in the area, and ended up in Philadelphia, through
my friend Frank Lombardo, who I knew through Russ Deflavia's parents,
and he was the vocalist who sang my SPIRIT PEACE song back in 1975.
My mom's coworkers, Phyllis Hillock and Patricia Hollister knew
Mister Deflavia as he had the band who his son was the vocalist to.
When Mizz Hillock married fiance' Joe, they used the band at their
wedding reception. Patty also knew all these folks, along with Steve,
the other really young coworker who still in 1975 was barely the age
of majority or so. Russ Deflavia had turned 18 a few months earlier,
and this too was called majority age for a short while yet, through a
temporary rights-for-minors-act that had passed in those days. As
soon as I turned 18, they had changed the legal age from 21 to 18
except for a few things such as casino gambling and buying and
selling stocks and options and commodities, and this is why I had to
go through something, in the early seventies, called the Uniform
Gifts to Minors Act,
as I began trading the markets in a small way at age seventeen or so.
Something that happened one day in the Deflavia basement, that was
said to me by Russ and his gorgeous girlfriend Leslie, that never was
ever told or blogged, is also a part of all of this wild and totally
beyond bizarre bullshit. Russ had just woke up and they were sort of
shacked up and together, and she had come downstairs to the ground
level of the home there in Philly, and I had come up from the
basement where the band was, along with loads of musical amplifiers
and huge open reel tape recording machines and large professional
microphones all set up all over the place. I merely wanted to grab a
glass of cold water, and Leslie had just handed me the glass and when
Russ came into the kitchen on the ground level of this large row
home, he was rubbing his sleepy eyes, and he said to Leslie, “I
wish you'd woke me up like an hour ago, or even maybe a half hour. I
was in this dream with a room three times bigger than our basement
and ten times more amps and mics and loads of people, and letters
were up on the wall that were painted in bright blue, and I think
they said E-S-S, you know, like princess or hostess”.
He then said, and this is almost a perfect quote still, and I never
thought I'd forget this, until I did, and suddenly it all came back
to me just before doing this blog this afternoon, “I
thought I was in some STAR TREK show, they said they could all pop in
and out of the universe or something really crazy”.
Now folks, how many of you remember the large room filled with
musical amps that was in MY DREAM a year or so back in time, and they
admitted they were ESS, or what I called
ESS?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
vocalist, Russ, sounded amazing close to the lead singer QUEEN.
Looking
back, I wonder if something really stranger than dam strange was
going on with all of this, especially when mom's two coworkers, Patty
Hollister and Phyllis Hillock were all involved in the shit.
Steve
knew them too, but Steve and all the shit we talked about the
previous year in his Philly apartment, that would take weeks and
months to really get into it all, and then tie it all into the shit I
now am blogging about, the ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To quote James Maverick Rockford here, “We can always get back to
this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Para-llel
universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015,
Paula,
Patricia,
and more (PA)
stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS
data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We
can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
topic of ESS
(Exploratronic
Supermind
Society)
is quite intricate and complex, huh Mister PP? Even that pertains to
DREAMS, and parallel universes of hyperspace. I had told PP (Paul
Evans Pedersen), my EX-business partner of the Studio Park Records
Company (SPR-CO) in a wild dream nearly a decade ago somewhere, and I
quote, “You're intricate”. He was in a very fowl and evil mood in
the 'DREAM', and I remember it like I had it just last dam ass night,
kind folks, YO!!!!!!!! Once we get onto the ESS, we find it is part
of just about every dam facet of our lives, 24-7, not our waking
lives, not even our sleeping lives, it is more like the “Lives
Matter” movements of recent society due to all of the dam stupid
gun violence. ALL lives matter of course, and so I can totally get it
when after a white police officer shooting a black person happens, it
should be all about “BLACK
LIVES MATTER”.
Also, if it were to happen in other racial overtones, then just an
“ALL
LIVES MATTER”
rally makes sense. So when I draw this comparison to the ESS, being
not just part of all of our waking or sleeping lives, but our entire
lives from cradle to grave; I merely am saying that we must start to
see the reality that while we are awake and living our lives here in
this world and this universe, it
is filled with T3E of the ESS, having countless dreams,
or maybe
to say it even more accurately,
converting to T1E
or regular
normal dreamers,
who just fall asleep each night and dream,
or TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS,
as opposed to TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS,
our waking world is filled to the brim with exploring entities of
hyperspace, just as while we all sleep ad go to visit their worlds.
It works both ways. Not only is our world filled with them, but all
of us as well, go to all of them, sooner or later. We all our merely
a fifth dimensional piece of mind-energy. The mind realm or
sixth-dimension is sending its signal down into this 5th
dimensional hyperspace system, and this is how it works. It is
natural and normal. Now some advanced dreamers have learned the art
of dream-travel
or to quote Mister Carlos Castaneda, the ART OF DREAMING, as his
great books discuss, and are a must read for any serious MORIAN.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 76
It's
a perdy dern chilly morning here in southeastern central Florida, at
36 and feeling 30. Florida gets a few cold snaps, and this is one of
them, Jim BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HH-88,
huh Herbert Huntington of 1947 in early February. Thankx to your son
Arthur, we Huntington descendants are all here hanging around
someplace.
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Mister Clancy!!!!!!!!!!!
Mister
David
Leigh Smith, back
in the autumn of 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
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The
ESS is powerful, and something connected to all of it, had to be
covered up. One of these travelers had obviously somehow managed to
bring
back to 1970
physically, what now in 2016, and from the past several years, is
called, a ''TABLET''. Before tablets ever came out, my blogs from the
very opening books and chapters of earlier Morianity, discussed the
WILDWOOD
PRESS,
but a lot more was involved than just me confusing this stuff. A lot
of this all began for me, after I had written my 1994 book called,
“The Permission Barrier”, and sent it for copyright on Halloween
Day, 10/31/1994.
Step by step, came all of it, right down to the time trip back to my
high school, the hub cap damage, the visit to my swim and health
club, and I could go on and on and it would serve no purpose
whatsoever. NOT 'ON & DON', hacker!!!!!
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THE
WEATHER BUG ALERTED ME WITH A WIND
CHILL ADVISORY.
It was in the twenties last night in some nearby spots, maybe even
here for all I know.
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Thank
you very much, TWB. As always, much obliged.
I
just covered my screens so Miss Thistlethorns Nonobreath cannot get
at me with another of her elevens-assaults. The temperature has risen
up to 40 and predicted high is for 58, but I'll be shocked if it
reaches it, as this is a real ''cold-snap'' for this part of the
country. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Only
one person out of ten million has any interest in the subject of
taking dreaming seriously here in waking life. The other 9,999,999
people in every ten million group, consider that insane and not being
rational. That is a very pitiful mistake, not that it will cause them
pain for the most part in their lives, but it sure won't assist
someone like me very much in my cause for justice and vindication for
those like me who may be called the VOTESS. Yes, there are those who
vote and could well be called the VOTERS, and then there are a
handful such as myself, the victims of a very ruthless and savage
soulless group of deadly dream-travelers, quite accomplished in their
skills, way more advanced due to where they truly come from, future
points in their individual parallel universe abodes, and
we are the VOTESS,
pronounced quite similarly to the VOTERS, but way different in truth.
We are the victims, or the Victims
Of
The
Exploratronic
Supermind
Society.
In each universe, there are groups, in my best guess, that if you
piled up the global citizenry in groups of 10,000,000 (ten-million),
one would be a real ESS dream-traveler, or a T3E
(Type-3-Exploratron). Guests in the great SSJKK's
''GTNOTG''
GAME, are the same thing as T3E's. So if you pile up one billion
people on Planet-Earth, ten have real power over all of the other
999,999,900 other non-ESS dream-travelers around them. They are not
always going to be the rich and monetarily-powerful either. Some are,
others are not. It won't ever be as easy as 1-2-3 to pick them out in
a crowd. Naturally, unlike great wonderful FBI agents in a drug sting
or prostitution raid, are not wearing jerseys with ESS on their back,
as the feds with their cool FBI jerseys. Hey, that helps the wrong
people from getting shot in 'friendly-fire', I suppose, but the last
thing that real true ESS members want, is to be exposed and singled
out as who they truly are. One is NICK CANNON of course, and another
is PAULA KING, also of course. In the parallel universe where Nick
has a lakehouse, as described by my late first decade of the century
blogs, upon several occasions; and is also operating inside of my
once coworker down here in Florida, only over there in that
universe-realm, he was my coworker over at Cifaloglio up in Jersey,
and that is Mister Youtube Deezy Slim himself, Darius Evans, now a
resident of the Carolina's. Over here, he got in with my distant
cousin David, who lives in this area up on Hutchinson Island, or did
back in the 2011 circa, and they were tight, and did music together,
one particular item being that thing they got from me up at the
Harvest job when I told them I had just written a song about how this
place (HARVEST) could send you to a sike-ward and really make you
crazy, and how I had written a song called “General Breakdown At
Musicians sike-Ward”. The next thing I knew was that they had used
the idea on Youtube. Cool. If I can help a pal to do something,
great. I just wish people were not so secretive about so many things,
as if the fate of the fuckign Star Wars Intergalactic Darth Vader
Club was somehow all mixed up and tied in with it all,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I may not know the difference between 13 and thirty, and I may be
Yancy Jones in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the Dalmatian Doggie that belongs
to the great SSJKK (Stacey), and I sure as hell know I am not one of
the six chicks, or my mom's give-away partner from Atlantic city,
cousin to the Black Horse Pike car dealer, Mister Robert Rufalo, but
I am Mark, and I am going to endlessly know more and more, as we go
along, with or without enlightenment and ever evolving awareness to
what has been done to me for 61+years now in this
mountainpen-lifetime. So
Yes
sir/ma'am; I
may not be the true
inventor
of break
dancing,
as my old ex pal Billy Harner was, BUT; I know the truth about a lot
more than even
18
CLEVER GIRLS, or
Jim's friend and inventor, Zvonko; with time tablets, and the
creation of digital audio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did I say “CG-18 and stop” oh great job-keepers of th eUnited
States Copyright Office? Boy do I think you are one great human
being, Detective Eddie Green of L&O!!!
2006-2016
© MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED,
2014
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This
is no joke so don't you dare mother fuckiGN chuckle at me, Michael
1971 McNulty, YO BRAH!
When
I was a boy, I was sickened a lot with my mother's rotten fucking
cooking. The Sunday shit, when I sang in the Haddonfield church
choir, was as regular, as a precision Swiss timepiece. The serious
church minded folks had me believing in a personal fuckiGN devil,
“SATAN”, who was doing this to me. Well, in a way he was. Someone
in the ESS was getting into my mother and making her give me rotten
poisonous stuff to ingest from the time that I was cunt lapping ten
years fucking ass old. After moving from this place in Westmont, New
Jersey, a couple towns over into Oaklyn, New Jersey, my upstairs
neighbor Joan Larosa told my mom that she thought I had consumption.
In those days, this was a word used often in place of TB. It did not
stand for Theresa Bruno, at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of
bizarre Gerry, Sue, and Mashell auto theft incidents right around
Christmas Holiday time. Wow, Cooley Hall Wormhole Angel McDowell, is
this all possible my old friend of the great FCC??? Now folks, shit
goes way beyond this very rudimentary and oversimplified
introduction, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
AS
WE ARE ALL ENDLESSLY
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 17 YEAR, and to quote lovely Debbie 'Blondie' Harry, the
tide is high, allow me please to move this onward.
Mysterious
illnesses are used by the ESS, as numerous other medical research
studies is as well.
The
day my life was forever altered in 1986, I was connected with a lab
technician. A couple of years earlier, I also was again, only I was
wide awake. Still, being made mysteriously ill, as well as medical
people in general, seem to not only be connected into all of these
things, but in major ways if you study how the subject of Ufology
relates to the country of Ireland. I am not making this stuff up Ken
Mattingly, in or out of NASA or on or off the moon, but I do believe
in number 13, and how dam ass unlucky it can be, FOR SOME PEOPLE. I
do not nor do I plan to, scoff and mock those who take numbers very
fucking seriously. They say that if you give an eternal monkey an
eternal typewriter, sooner or later, he has to type out perfectly,
every single one of Shakespeare's plays. Christians despise these
type of things when you say them around them. However, they can love
or hate whatever they choose to, and I never could see how it lessens
the reality and unlimited power and truth of Jesus Christ, but I will
say this here and now, that is indeed true, and anyone who is an
accomplished mathematician will agree. The same mathematical reality
here, insists that morianity is telling the truth, and that indeed,
unlimited parallel universes inside of a multiverse not only all
exist, but when someone such as myself figures out these details such
as I have; it is pretty hard to dispute anything. The math makes me
right and you wrong, oh wonderful terrific great Misses Marola of
1969, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The vast majority of
non-mathematically oriented people will laugh and wholeheartedly
disagree. Fine. Stay stupid, legs and all, from Trout Lane to Beaver
Drive; huh Bruce Pennock?
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Fix
that synthesizer, Brucie-WFMU. Boy is my past filled with extremely
colorful people; Sarah Tennessee Krassle! Like super ass WOW, Mister
Macy-34!!!!
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK
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GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 75
Hey,
don't let me pooh-pooh all over the world with my rotten attitude
here, lovely gorgeous TWINBAY from Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey.
It's just that I am under something called the Huntington Curse, and
as I am here hanging around, hanging in there, and all hung up on the
garbage of Planet-Earth, etcetera-etcetera, YO; I sometimes forget to
smile or be all that positive and beaming with freaking joy!!!!
Now
much of the American northeast is being clocked and pummeled with
winter storm Jonas or however they spell this storm's name, and even
here in Florida, it is being a very typical late January type of
afternoon, and this middle January through early March period of 6-8
weeks, is our little usually wimpy winter, but sometimes, it gets
quite 'winterish' for those whose blood gets all thinned out from
living here in sunny paradise south central Florida-USA.
JANUARY
5, 2016,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 56 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-56/L-51).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 49%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .
WIND
IS WNW AT 26, WITH HEAVY GUSTING TO 41.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
Well
I may have done a quick little RON WIRTZ TEST REACTION back last week
to try and crash the markets for good, but at least I did not plan on
never telling. Morianity
sometimes runs quick temporary con jobs on its Milituforce enemies,
but it always comes clean and admits the test within a usually short
period of time. Unlike the news media reports on talk show lovely
Ellen, I promise you, I DO NOT LIE. Hey, for all I know, she doesn't
either, and to be quite HONEST, I don't have a clue what the buzz is
all about today with this, here on 1-23-16, it merely shows up on my
'TWB'-Application (APP). WEEEEEEE!
Jeepers-creepers
peeps and peepers; the maintenance guy was over here at around twenty
minutes shy of eleven this morning, and had the hugest toilet
plumbers snake I ever saw in my life, and really dredged me out and
saved my life. He said to use the great RIDDEX
product
every couple months, for alleviating my problems of shit-clogging. I
should have known this and been on top of it, but that is how my
enemy-fawces operate. By continuously fucking me day and night around
the clock, 24-7-365.2422 for thirty god dam years, it sort of fucking
screws up your normal thought processes, and I suppose is precisely
what their plan and goal and objectives are all about, when you start
to think and meditate on it seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
phone worked and connected me earlier, to the PHA maintenance
emergency after hours number. Praise the great Almighty
Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hot
holy hog hiccup puke, kind people; this has not been a good year for
me, and that is about as stupid a thing to say as anything possible.
This is because I have not had a good year ever since middle 1986
forever altered my cunt chewing miserable life. As I speak-type, a
major hack struck me while typing my word document, and suddenly my
system connected up to some stupid internet site. I was able to stop
it!
When
you have an enemy like PPK and her great family from washcloth hell
messing with you, YOU'RE SUNK BEFORE YOUR SHIP LEAVES THE MOTHER
FUCKING DOCK PORT, AND IPYT FOLKS!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. TANX!
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
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With
or without expressing my appreciation or salutations in general, or
attempting to describe or narrate any concepts of the great powerful
guns of Naverone, allow me please, Uncle
Heinz Gozzwald
of Babylon, New York, or ''permit cameras me in 1972'' to say this: I
am not a pip, Mister Mummy and Mister Klugman. I do understand the
truth about the MIND-REALM (the D-6) and the five dimensions that
become a reality in the worlds of truth and matter on the tangible
and caporial realm of hyperspace, and yes, I
never asked for any of this mother fuckiGN bullshit.
I swear that on my oath as an American free born legal non-trumped
citizen, and under my eternal Huntington family curse, and on my
awesome GODDESS
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE,
who a billion or so persons on this planet, simply know as “GOD”;
as that is all they choose to want to ever know about her; huh Karen
Simons? Tell Jim, thanks for helping me prove a lot of stuff about
good old 10-SC Avenue. Oh well, you are another member of the great
crowd, so
don't feel bad, to quote the wonderful Sharon Payne from 1967, at
Haddon Township High School,
in Westmont-World-Labs of New Jersey, that haven't happened yet. I
could cry or scream, or even throw shoes all over the room, but I
only have one pair of shoes, so why ruin them and walk around in
socks and blisters. I can still scream and cry, but I'll save that
for a visit to my kid's place someday, if ever invited which is
extremely doubtful, and she puts on one of her fave horror
flicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
sheeeeeeit, Freddy Elm!
IWALU
PINK
GODDESS,
NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME, FOR ALL
ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and
Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are a zillion reasons why PINK
GODDESS
hovers out beyond the MWG and uses the GTNOTG to play her endless
games. As Morianity progresses endlessly forward, we will begin
exploring a whole lot more of this wild shit. IPYT ladies and
gentlemen. For right now, may fortune favor the foolish, and
ministers and angels of grace defend us all, Daddy Spaceplatforms of
January 1974!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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