GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 106
My
(`~---HACK) is back a lot these days, Bob McDowell, FCC. It just
happened now while doing the title on this blog. But the entire day
was filled with dozens of assaults, inside, outside, noise, on-noise
related stuff, and on and on I could go and not on an DON, ON AND ON,
hacker scum ball!
No
one thing was major, but I knew when loud drilling was going on again
near my apartment at just past nine, that I was about to get an all
day death siege, and I sure did, Sheriff Mascara, kind friend and
sir.
I
knew before opening bell on Wall Street, that this would be a huge up
day on the markets. I have gone through this mess in my life for
thirty years. Same old same old. What else is new? Same
shit, different day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Yes,
fornication upon
consent of king
and store high
in transport,
are only a few items that lead to profanity. With or without that
being part of anything that these blogs move into some lengthy
details about, over more than a decade now, may have some relevance
or it may not, but let me proceed onward, folks. I will be dead by
the end of this month. Things are not survivable, and I should have
tried to escape this evil place while I still could, before these
demon enemies from frapping hell totally wiped me out beyond hope of
any return to life. What I have called the 'ESS' since the very
beginning of these blogs, is very real, and absolutely true. Those
who send MIB-agents to scare folks who try and peer into the great
world owner/controller secrets of the covered up top secret majestic
level hush-hush crap, along with other forms of invisible stealth ops
intimidations such as people being moved from somewhat successful
middle classed folks into almost overnight homeless bums, is all part
of a huge and deadly agenda. Those who are
allowed by HALLS FAWCES, to go through life, without needing to know
any of this; are luckier than they can possibly frapping imagine; and
are way too stupid to of course realize it. Some choose a very
destructive path of trying to get onto the unknowable. Punishment
comes somewhat swift and severe, I promise you. Then
POTTER-POOF, suddenly you are a homeless bum, and the entire world
hates a stench ridden skell like you. The world will distance a
person who in suddenly moved from the OK-LIST to the BUM
CLASSIFICATION, as discussed previously on Morianity in quite
extensive detail. When you are dealing with powers that can
take away your world, your friends, your possessions, even your
health, and get scott free away with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of
1989-1990' well sir; as my song lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I
say”?
As
I said years ago, and years before that, and will say until my murder
is fully accomplished at the end of this month, I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA;
AND THEY PERSECUTED
THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME ALL DAY
LONG, WITH TWO MORE POWER OUTAGES IN THE MORNING, SPACED APART BY AN
HOUR AT JUST PAST 10:30, AND JUST PAST 11:30, THIS CUNT LAPPING
MOTHER FUCKING TWAT ASS CHEWING MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!! I
DEMAND MY PROPS FOLKS, AND KEEP
WATCHING THESE MARKETS FLY, FLY, FLY, EXACTLY AS I SAID THIS WOULD
HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP
SHE'LL GO, JUST
PERSECUTE
MARK WAYNE MOHR, ON AND ON AND ON!
I
said it before and I'll say it some more; I don't care about the
frapping stinking stock market. It can crash to 300 or go up to
130,300 for all I care, IF THIS POST AUGUST 1986 NIGHTMARE FRAPPING
SHULL-BIT against me is halted. I care only that I am being forever
mercilessly assaulted to my grave, and no, it's not god dam
MARCH
18, 2014,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 5:55
HERE
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CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
MARCH
18, 2014
There
is quite a lot more to the story of the past four weeks, than just a
monstrous 'Hitler-like' inhuman and monstrous attack, against another
human being, made of flesh and blood; so much more that I'll only be
able to do my very best, to try and make it all make at least some
sense to you, before this blog has completed. Before touching on
these specific details, and just what these past four weeks of peta
hell have been all about, as if anyone of you don't know as always,
IT PERTAINS TO ME AND FUCKING MUSIC, but
there still is quite a lot more to it all, I promise, BRO; but I need
to first say this following thing to you:
Never
ever be fooled by anything. Nothing ever
has to make sense. Many peeps tell me
they would believe in the ESS and my claims and tales, if
not for most dreams being nothing but weird random distortions of
stuff, and thus my idea of parallel universes being
interdimensionalized through our dreaming, is just me trying to force
jigsaw pieces into places where they don't truly fit. Folks, let me
quickly allay your troubled minds about things such as this. If you
think ordinary dreaming and dreamers are able to cross parallel
worlds and not be struck by all kinds of weird and stupid
distortions; then I am begging you to think about the very notion
rationally, for a moment or so. Try to plan a 1000 mile road trip and
see if things don't go all ape cracker crap on you, and that is just
moving around in your own true waking world. When you cross between
worlds, you will indeed get a mostly jumbled up experience and yes, a
pizza oven may turn into a car and your wife's face may suddenly
become the TV-set, little or not, great Britney. Of course your
imperfect mind signals wil get crossed when you switch over. The more
however you recognize this as truth, the more solid the signal will
start to come in for you, turning the experience of having dreams
into the art of dreaming. It is quite similar to taking a 1975
cassette tape recorder into a great concert and thinking you will
come out with the exact sound of what you just heard. I don't know
how to draw a better picture for anyone who doubts the truths about
Morianity. I honestly have done my very best, and
to quote Dawn King, “It is what it is”, along
with all wonderful great numbers in or out of Atco, New
Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
fucking dim witted moron kid who's overdosed on crack, can see that
certain things are very real. I have not told what happened to me
when I was with the ESS the other night. Would you believe me if I
told you that that vessel had musical amplifiers in it all over the
place? Why would a space shit have musical amplifiers? Maybe Russ
Deflavia has the answers to that, and maybe he doesn't. Who can know
such frapping things? Why is music and the songs that I wrote, so
important to those who have totally wrecked and destroyed my entire
life, you may wonder; and I know that I sure wonder. Right after I
did certain things, and to quote Scotland
Yard's buddy, Mister ADA Ron Wirtz
Senior of the Camden county New Jersey
Office of the Prosecutor in January of 1990, ten days into the
nineties decade; “If you test them, they'll give you a
reaction”; THEY GAVE ME ONE. They also
gave me another one by taking me off a medication I was on for thirty
one an da half years and has ruined my health beyond repair as
a result, as soon as I said this following thing that many may
remember, Scotland Yard peeps:
They
cannot prove me wrong in an honest DNA test.
Mariah
Carey is my daughter,
and
come the fucking 2020 census,
these games are all going to come to a crashing fucking halt with the
official reporting this time, unlike in 2010 when they had me so
fucked up I didn't even know for sure, who I was.
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. Also there is PA
as in PUBLIC
ADDRESS,
PA
as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA)
where ADA
Wirtz told me
that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever
since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really
ultimate original Latin-PA-root.
I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE,
from killing ones father?
PARALLEL
UNIVERSE WORDS AND MEANINGS:
PRISH-----someone
who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no
sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or
he's a real prish.
ARDANON-----someone
who is not appreciated no matter what they ever do.
QUELZAFRUKE-----Someone
who General Patton and my cousin Donald would have nothing but
disrespect for. They lose and laugh about it.
SHEMGRIN-----Term
used by the young generation for total bad mouthing of the older
generation, as in old fucks are shemgins. Or, don't be a shemgrin, to
insult another young person, spoken by a peer.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
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OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
FEBRUARY
12, 2016,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 8:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 52 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 84.
WIND
IS WSW AT 4, GUSTING TO 10.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
To
this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am
totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU,
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!! Furthermore, I'll add
in thissssss, Mizz Erica 1983 AMC-SNAKES: 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.
TO
QUOTE MY MOM, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY”.
I don't know if I was just being a freaking gutless coward, but I did
not leave this country before I got too old and too sick to do it. It
is a complicated matter, as when you are not someone with money,
nothing is an easy task to freaking accomplish. I have tried all my
dam life to just get what should be coming to me, fair shakes,
nothing less, nothing more. Getting what should be coming to a person
is not asking for too much. The Christians say that HELL is what we
all deserve. Only the blood of Jesus Christ can prevent that. My beef
is that none of us asked to be in this situation in the first place.
I don't think any of this mother fuckiGN shit is one bit fair. I also
learned a very long time ago that when we try to guess
the name of the guests or play any other of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle's numerous games,
fairness has little to do with it.
It is always Jehovah's way, or the great highway, STRIGHT
INTO HELL!
Fair or not, that is just the way it goes, or as Dawn
would have said it,
“IT (1)
IS (2)
WHAT (3)
IT (4)
IS (5)”.
The
entire universe is indeed computable, and numbers tell the entire
story. People don't go to sleep like I did in 1980, and dream about
magic black cats meowing the lottery number to them, and then wake up
and it comes out in the lottery, for no reason. 1980 was not a year
that happened for no good reason. There were huge gigantic reasons
for 1980. I know it, and so does Paula miserable rotten King or to
quote Microsoft Corporation, Pau000204015la
King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also quoted here is the first
sentence in this paragraph, from NYU's great Professor Michio Kaku. I
really feel he believes me about upline Sara J. Karge. Rap this
entire mother fucking dog shit all up any way you choose to kind
folks or unkind folks; Sarah was real and she was there, yet no one
anywhere saw her and remembers her. And I mean no one. Now this was a
red hot lovely teen queen, and in those days and times, Tennessee
Avenue near the Atlantic City boardwalk, was not a place isolated and
forgotten. They say, or some do, that my distant cousin destroyed
Atlantic City. Well, I think he did too, but why did he? Why did all
of this mother fuckign shit happen? Why did Harry Callas die twice?
Why did Dick Van Dyke for that matter. I absolutely know he died in
the late eighties in a universe where I used to live in. Recently
however, he popped up alive and well here in the one I seem to be in
now. Tell me you would be able to survive a hell like this, ladies
and gentlemen. Yes sir Sheriff Mascara, these roach fucking nabes
from hell are slam slam slam slam slamming those mother fucking doors
and driving me nuts as fuckign shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to
call fucking 911, they are intentionally fuckiGN harassing me,
SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!
These
mother fucking enemies want war, so lets give them mother fuckiGN
war, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP14 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
THERE'S
GOING TO BE A LOT OF TOTALLY DEAD MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFFS OUT THERE
SOON, AND THAT'S A 'FUCKIGN' CUINT EATING PROMISE, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 105
This
mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won't leave me cunt chewing alone.
I tried to use this word office system, and I was frozen up, and
mother fucking hacked, right around JANE MONSTER SHIT SLUT WITCH
BITCH NOTFONDAUATALL TIME!!!!!! It is now 1:21 Ante' Meridian on 12
February, 2016, on an early cold mother fucking Friday morning, YO!!!
When will these mother fuckiGN demon dirty bags ever leave me cock
sucking alone, Bob McDowell, Federal Communications Commission, my
old buddy from mother fucking non-faster-joker 100 miles per hour
Cooley-Wormhole-Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG?????????????????? Hey if they keep it up, I'll keep getting
Magnesonic to mother fuckiGN counterstrike them, YO YO YO MY
BRAHH!!!!
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I
can always mother fucking count on that dam witchBITCH Jane Fonda to
fuck me really dam 'GOUUUUUUUUUUD', to quote Helen Zebriski from
1999; huh old pal SIR-PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
have I really died and gone to hell, and if so, did it happen on
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Folks,
nothing makes any cunt chewing sense anymore. Things are every bit as
mother fucking wacky as they were when Patricia Hollister and her pal
Santa Claus were over at my place at Dellway Arms Apartments on
Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, New Jersey, on March 1, 1975. It may have
been eight months since Merry was bad and being punished and couldn't
go transdimensional tricky-teet-teeting, and four months before James
Tiberius Burr came over and rescued me from that horrific Halloween
party from hell over at the nightmare fuckign place they were moving
my mom and I too at the Linden hill Apartments in Lindenwold, but
either way, Ron Wirtz, ADA 1990, do you remember how the day you left
for Scotland Yard in England, on January 10, 1990, kind sir; how
Dizzy Dee and Mountain-Man were flying over me in an airplane over at
mother fucking 1102 Robin Hill apartments? Could this have been time
traveler rapper Deezy on the great and awesome YOUTUBE? Well, in any
event kind sir; who really gives a fucking hunk of stenchy cow shit?
Even with all of the great philosophical bullshit of William
Shakespeare and a lot more, what really is going on, an dam I really
in HELL, Mister President (CARTER) kind friend??????????
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What
to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister
Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???
So
listen up tater-face; I
could tell Paula King and all of her god dam miserable powerful
Atlantic City friends,
just where they can all go; but what difference would it make, when
they are all alive, and I am mother fuckiGN dead and in eternal
nightmare cunt eating hell????????????????????
Beautiful
cold Alaska. 'Like
W---O---W', to quote the younger generation!
There
is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering
that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way
that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions.
What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the
multiverse, and use all phases of reality? Now, we no longer need
word puzzle games to kill the spare time in our lives, or even a
bunch of Colombo type detective and sleuth movies from the great
Hollywood. Life
itself IS A HUGE GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL truck
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great
garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the
television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and
Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1
episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I
was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier
parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know
as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the
venetian blinds, the episode on the show
called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'',
and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have
been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon,
for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange
rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the
multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS CHAPTER 104
Every
mother fucking cunt eating day and night I am persecuted to death,
and every time my dirt bag cuzz needs a boost, ever since 1984; he
does me in with some siege and harassment. This
is called using ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY. This will go on until he
either gets into the WH or is defeated, and with what this mother
fucker is putting me through, I doubt defeat will be the way this
fuckiGN cunt turns out. His buddies at Comcast hit me at quarter past
two this morning, fucking screwing up all my channels. No one ever
answers the line so if it is no better when I get up in the morning
tomorrow, then I will call them again.
Roaches
are everywhere no matter how I try to get rid of them, FLORIDA BOARD
OF FUCKING CUNT HEALTH. If I lived in a real world and not dead and
in hell, I would not be the one sick from trying to spray them out. I
am sick and they stay well. Tell me how this can be a REAL MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' WORLD, FOLKS, AND YOU KNOW DAM 'FUCKIGN' WELL IT DOESN'T
MAKE ANY MOTHER FUCKING SENSE.
I
have been very sick since getting home from my errands back on
Tuesday afternoon. My mother fuckiGN cable TV acted up big time
starting an hour back at 2:14 AM. My phone is a land line phone and I
was disconnected while speaking to Mikey when he called me back in
the afternoon. Dropped or lost calls is one thing on cell phones, but
this is a landline phone. I have told AT&T that when they give me
good service for six months, I will order a cell phone so I can have
it in my mother fuckiGN vehicle for emergencies, and they cannot
give me even 60 days without bullshit, and neither can fucking
Comcast, or they WON'T!
FEBRUARY
11, 2016,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 3:26,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 36 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-37/L-36).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 97%, FEELING LIKE 33.
WINDS
ARE W AT A STEADY 3 .
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP13 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
I
also had a noise on my phone back when I was waking up. If things
were any more god dam mother fuckiGN fucked up for fucking cunt me, I
WOULD BE BEYOND MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING SUPER SCREWED,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shortly
before getting up, I was in another Exploratronic supermind Society
situation. Instead of having me take a letter or bill or whatever the
fuck it was, up to a Comcast Office, I was in space with a couple of
really wacky fucking entities who told me that this is their galaxy.
They were using some form of zero-dimensional-technology to become
one and the same thing with the entire Milky way, and then they could
move to a point anywhere that they choose to go, and then deactivate
the ZDT circuit, and boom, instantaneously the vessel was just there.
I knew when they sucked me into this powerful bullshit and then I
woke up and also heard the phone making another quick squeal fuckiGN
cunt sound, that I was in for more bullshit. This is 4 straight
mother fucking weeks of this torture ass hell assault on me without
the smallest mother fuckiGN amount of mercy or let up on me at all.
That
was one god dam strange mother fuckiGN experience out there in deep
fuckiGN cunt space, YO! There is no way to properly fucking discuss
it.
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TRANSMISSION.
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