GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 106
HACKED--106-107-108-A-B-C
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
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”?
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”?
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”?
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”?
Anyone
following world events who cannot see that ''magic'' is very real, or
at least ''electronic metaphysics'' is, is brain dead on steroids.
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
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
There
is quite a lot more to the story of the past five plus 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:
As
some know, my cousin began running for top dog job last June, and
this is when my assault on me began to take wings and fly. I will be
dead and gone very mother fucking shortly, and he will be the
destroying last trump and antichrist after this poor mark of the
beast is gone. But remember, this great super man really believed
that I had gone back from 2009, 23 years physically, and took my
daughter up to the future and to his Plaza Casino. Then he had his
friends who indeed do travel as Briggbase Cultist-Type 3 exploratrons
do so well, and went back to 1984 and wiped me out with not only
Mister Jerry Texaco but many others as well. Only he and I know this
story is all true and real. If he can do and will do all of this to
one innocent frail little person, just what do you think he will do
to this planet, as for shit eating heavens sake, it's all right in
the god dam fucking scriptures!
Well,
I was never bad, back on the week before Halloween; but I will still
wish everybody one hell of a Merry Christmas,
and wonderful lives; and you too Mister Edwin R. Chicago Potter, and
James Stuart!
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. Many things make some sense, no sense, and all the
in-between amounts of sense as well. The waking world and what we all
appear to be in it is like one part of a pie and all of the other
places and doubles of us are the other part. This pie is not divvied
up in some 50-50 share however. Every time we sleep and dream, this
alters as our brain or sixth dimensional signals that connect to a
physical mental producing instrument, are altering. Still and all,
the waking piece of this pie while we live and breathe is sort of a
controller. Think of it as a base that then only allows you to visit
parallel worlds that have some sort of a similar thread of evental
time that matches the signal of brain that appears to go from
conscious to subconscious, also said, from being awake to being
asleep. We don't normally control our dreaming-trips into hyperspace
, in other words. Those who do this with great frequency are what
Morianity calls, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
When we merely are experiencing nocturnal dreaming, or it can be any
time now that we are a society of round the clock jobs and work
shifts; we are TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS.
Those who go to sleep and know for a fact that what Morianity teaches
on this subject is absolutely real and true, even if they do not
practice this with any regularity, or anyone who suddenly even begins
to become in any way cognizant to this truth while experiencing their
dreaming, are TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONS.
This is Morianity's scale of rating the phenomenon. But when I
discuss with you this base of some true us, it is merely a relative
truth. Every universe has real tangible material people in it and we
to them, are the shadows and the dream substance of their worlds.
Still and all, it appears as anywhere we are physical and materially
tangible and caporial, we indeed are the base of our selves, and only
become interconnected through and via dreaming, into worlds that
begin to thread up with our waking weaves, so to speak. Just as our
thoughts and our lives as we leave the life of babyhood and move
onward, seem to be connected into one reality, so also in the next
higher dimensionality do likewise, or in other words, our waking
lives and our dreaming lives. All of the places that we visit, and
remember the strongest, connect the most closer related things to us
here in waking life. Now those experts who study the mind and the
profession of psychiatry of course, will vehemently disagree with
Morianity and consider it to be a product of delusion and numerous
psychotic features as well. That is their right, as is mine to know
better, and to tell these truths to an open public, whoever they may
be. Most don't believe a word of this, or a word about how I created
out of nowhere, through a very magical set of tape recorders and
secret wisdom, in the seventies, the very character that we all have
come to know, and like no other anywhere on the planet, Mister DJT. I
told how Prosecutor ADA Jim Wilson and Donna Spinosi, were so mean
and horrendous to my mother and myself, and of course, in the pockets
of the mister wealthies. And I told from the very beginning of these
blogs over a decade back now, how parallel event is used by him,
against me, and this has been going on ever since I showed his Castle
Casino boys just exactly what I was doing with parallel event playing
roulette, after I was asked to show them what it was all about, and I
had nothing to hide and indeed showed them. While
I was typing this out, another illegal telephone caller -ID assault
struck me at about twenty minutes shy of eleven on this fucking cunt
ass Monday morning, 22 February, 2016, where my own name and number
display while the phone rings. Naturally, I won't pick up the phone
and Trump and his pals can all burn in mother fucking DOGTOWN!!!!
Jane
Fucking Whore ThisTLETHORNS NotfoNDAUATALL, just struck me hard also,
with her cunt chewing page eleven dog fuckiGN cunt ass shit, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Allow
me please to cunt phlegm rape, YO BRO!!!!!
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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. And then
maybe the wonderful Dairy queen Kate and her friends Paula and Sarah,
and other King Royalty have all of the mother fuckign magical answers
about it all, YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After I am murdered and dead next week, Sheriff Mascara kind sir,
this entire world will begin to fuckiGN self destruct. I have made
sure of all of that; my kind friend!
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.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
FEBRUARY
22, 2016,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 8:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-75/L-61).
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 80 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 64%, FEELING LIKE 77.
WIND
IS SE AT 11, GUSTING TO 15.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
IT
IS PARTLY CLOUDY WITH SLIGHT RAIN CHANCES.
OH
GODDESS PAULA KING, WHY DID YOU DO THESE NIGHTMARE THINGS TO ME,
QUEEN OF ROOFDOGS AND MULTIVERSAL TRAVEL??????????????????????
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)”.
Oh wonderful lovely Jesus of Akoslem City, or more accurately stated,
of whom AK-CITY was named for out in the great PERG, please don't hit
my front drivers side red car door, Arthur and wife, in any
transdimensional realities they may be 'twisting in'!!!
The
topic of the magic triangle (dreams-hyperspace-exploratrons) is no
easy truth to attempt to explain. Bear with me pweeeeeeeze, as I
continue on with my relentless attempt to do so, with Mountainpen's
Morianity!!!!!!!!!! TANKS dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!
Atco
New Jersey addresses need no hippie tripping acid to see how lots of
things endlessly play out. Hey, did I mother fuckiGN say Egg Harbor
City, or did I say JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE for crying out loud,
steve Delmarco, YO?????????????? Well Steve, and all Steve's for that
fucking matter YO; at least I didn't say Egg Harbor City Diner, and I
certainly didn't say either Chuck Greatgaragemoves Norris or Egg
Harbor Township. Holy fucking CALLIO!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone
is being either paid off or threatened off to dfo shit to me OR
ELSE!!!!!!!!!! It began when I left Cooley Hall and never ever looked
back, and then it got even worse if that is fucking possibly
fathomable on August 15, 1986. What are the odds that everyone in my
circle, from family to schoolmates, all make it to the top while I am
left to paddle around in piles of endless mother fuckign mud for five
decades, 24-7-365.2422???????????? The odds of this all happening in
any rational real world where all of my claims would be total mother
fuckign horse shit, would be about a decillion to one against ever
being able to happen, and here is what that number looks like, folks,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.
Thirty
three zeros after any digit is a number so fuckign huge that your
brain would be long busted to hell before you could conceive of any
part of it, and that includes any thousand Einsteins as well. Anyone
can write or type or zeros or write a name of a number. Trying to
even fathom what a trillion of anything is cannot be done. Even those
cool examples on educational television channels that try to do this,
can only do it in the very way that they do it, but if the human mind
could perfectly picture even a trillion of anything, and that is just
twelve zeros; you would be on your way to total insanity. These are
huge numbers, and that is why this national fuckiGN debt shit should
never be laughed at, as twenty trillion dollars can destroy any
country. Still my point is not tour national debt, but the odds that
my life could have taken all of its magical turns is what I am trying
to show anyone, is not possible by any random fucking chance deal!!!!
I
doubt too many people would think me even insane enough to dare to
print an online story like Morianity, and it be nothing but a pack of
lies or total mental illness, and then print my photo in the middle
of my state's Attorney General and my County Sheriff. I would really
have to be a daring fuckiGN fool, after years of hearing folks
getting into trouble for a whole lot less on social media such as
Facebook and other places. But when you know that you are telling a
true and powerful and real story, then YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO
MOTHER FUCKIGN HIDE IN TH EWHOLE DAM ASS WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
END
TRANSMISSION.
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