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I
knew my **** huffing nabes would be super loud and annoying today,
folks, with the crooked Dow Jones at ball crime dead chord cries!
This has been going mother ******* on since August 15 of 1986!
The
thermostat in my AC unit needs to be either repaired or the entire
unit replaced, but I must wait and live with mediocre air until it
gets a bit worse. FUN-FUN, and it was in the mother ******* eighties
all night last night here in Fort Hot-Hell Pierce, Florida!
The
Epitome of Harassment, whatever version, 1995 taped version on
cassette sound tapes, internet version of 2006 of our new-age common
era, or as Robert Andrews from 1975 said so frequently,
''whatever'', gee and weeeeeee! And then along came the lovely
teenager Stacey Lattisaw, if I am spelling her name correctly. The
great precursor to the decades later RUSSIAN NEW AGE NO MORE NUKES
TAKEOVER, just as predicted my my moms old Philly teacher from her
old middle school. She used to tell my mom and her classmates that
the reds would take us from within, and she couldn't even start to
know future technology such as computers, internet, social media, and
hacking take overs and control right out of the old frightening syfy
thrillers of cyborg take overs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My favorite or
'theirs with me' seems to be the rearrangement of vowels and letters.
I admit I should reread and carefully check my junk before posting
it, and am usually in a hurry to just get it all done. This is why on
my last blog, you may be wondering about the gods or the giant coins.
I meant to say COILS, but then what you still don't know is that
there are other lesser gods that indeed are giant coins, and yes,
obviously THEY wanted this to be blogged. 'Oh well', to quote the
great Ann King from the Jersey Harbor-lands! BANG BANG BANG AND
ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES. BANG BANG BANG AND ROACHES ROACHES
ROACHES ROACHES. BANG BANG BANG AND ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES.
BANG BANG BANG AND ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES ROACHES. Life in mother
******* public housing is a **** huffing **** licking thrill per
microsecond! Oh yes kind folks, only a few know that my wild story is
true, and I know you are out there, and have been since I began this
blankadee-blank blog more than a dozen ******* years ago! The
problem is that no one wishes to get involved which means quite
simply, taking on powerful Astral Plane GODS
(ATT'S-ALIENS), huh Mister Childress, sir???????????
I
said way back in 1971 that super high technology or 'electronic
powers', were what was really going on with all things, even this
so-called almighty GOD of ours, AKA Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle,
and yes, she even spelled out that great last name of hers in that
wild experience she gave me while I was 'sleeping' in December of
1969, you know Mister Childress, the exact time the original Project
Bluebook was shut down!!!!!!!!!!
“YES
MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON,
AND ART IS QUITE MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can
escape this freaking EVIL EMPIRE,
be the very source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last
freaking dime they all have, and make
that dream come into fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from
Mantua, New Jersey, where the
treasury had cut me a check for it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Men
have said for centuries that it is not possible to ever understand
the mind of a woman. Women on the other side of that equation will
say, and I quote, “Right back at you, dudes”. Still, the power to
two sides of all stories (and equations) is not to ever be dismissed
or taken lightly. The
gods of the astral system gave the mighty minded Mister Einstein a
fantastic formula, and all he and his colleagues ever did was
concentrate on one side of this wonderful equation. E=MC SQ. The real
power comes when we invert what was placed into his mind during his
times of mental picturing and gods communications, and let this
become M=E/C SQ. Simple enough to invert any mathematical formula. We
all went to 5th
grade. You know, 3+3 = 6. 6-3 = 3. 4x5 = 20. 20/4 = 5. The message
was that we exist in purgatory, we have just slightly more than zero
mass at the Plank Level beyond singularity-0-Dimension, so we lose
enough energy after virtually limitless interactions on this astral
realm, and begin to push outward into the hyperspace all around us
called the physical and caporial plane and world where we all live
physically. Aliens are the energies that have made all of the great
stars that we see at night, and so why don't they communicate in some
meaningful way many ask me. They talk constantly. They
use a fantastic code that mortal humans call 'RANDOM'.
Every single communication that they make is followed by their
changing the code. Random or a code that changes with every single
message, is the ultimate code, and without ZDT, it cannot be broken,
and humans on this planet are a long way off from ZDT,
(Zero-Dimensional Technology)! These gods have no desire to tell us
this information but they did want to see who would be the first one
put on this Earth to come to all of this revelation, Mister
Childress. I promise you that, sir! So how does all mighty mizz know
it all fit into all of these great equations, (Patricia Hollister)?
First, I totally believe, even if all mighty Donna Lalassas wants to
get into a second car crash crash with me about it, that Paula King
and a few other folks, are all one master-soul, to use the language
of the psychic world! What they fail to grasp though is that in a
parallel universe, there is one person who has used these folks to
indwell and take over for short durations of time. I believe the
great “Ghost W” show calls them step-ins or take-overs or
whatever, but in reality, they have mastered the art of spiritual
travel and have become a part of a great and frightening society that
I have termed and labeled, the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society)!
The
Briggbase is one third of the AWA
(Astral World Authority).
I have told you all this a decade ago. Even the damn Russians all
know all about all of it, huh Hillary my friend, and my best to KP.
She almost beat me up as a teenager in the late nineties at a New
Jersey Dairy Queen. Clarence Harris who was the assistant to my old
pal Mister Andrews (Congressman Rob Andrews who I knew as Bob) and
who sang on my two rock-country demos as well as several other music
projects from between 1977 and 1980 was with me at the DQ that day,
and the entire deal was to wipe out my getting help regarding my
'SARAH' issue that the entire world knows about by now, up here in
mother ******* late 2018! What none of you know unless you've figured
it out ahead of me, you know, (forest from trees deal) or too closely
involved to see clearly, but yes, the entire Sarah nightmare was just
to end any possibility of me being able to ever make it in the world
of business and finance. I had a fantastic plan that would have
totally eradicated poverty out of the United States forever, and the
wealthy scum siucking billionaire filth bags didn't like it, so they
gave me the “SARAH CRAP” as the most mother ******* ingenious
plan ever devised to throw my last chance in life to get out of my
endless hell, right into the **** chewing garbage pale
FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super
glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding
negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot
be sure of anything.
NEW BLOG FROM DECEMBER OF 2011, and new DATA:
THIS
IS NO LONGER A PUBLIC BLOG.
I
BELONG TO THE COSMOS, MISTER SAGAN, OR THE DAMN STARS!!!!!!!!!
When
I was age twenty-seven, a year before I began remembering my astral
world true name of Ricktafarius of Ricktown of the capitol province
called Olympia, and where I eternally exist with Lightning Goddess
Diana Z. Arteemis; I worked as what once was called a 'janitor' or
'building maintenance sub-contractor', under the mighty Bernie
Derakowski, and this place then in 1982, was called the Institute
for Medical Research, later called Corriell Institute,
and who knows now or all the in-between times, but this is where
something was told to me one night by the great doctor himself, when
I was about to pick up piles of trash to take outside the building
and to the dumpsters. There was a Christmas party going on, and
people were feeling 'happy' on the alky. I put this memory out of my
mind as it meant nothing to me then. I was 27 years old and felt
healthy, and looked ten years younger than that. Teens and even
pre-teen girls were asking me for dates. If I had been 20 or 30 years
older when this had happened, I would have not only taken this way
more seriously, but would have never lost contact with these medical
geniuses. Long story short, I was walking by during this conversation
about how they had just made five cages of their lab rats who were
old, young again. Bare in mind that the anatomy of a rat is identical
to us humans almost 100%. The only difference is that a rat does not
have a bladder. This almost perfect similarity is why rats are in
fact used and tested with medications by the medical establishment.
Doctor Corriell said as I walked by, that 'he wished they could make
him like me', you know, young. I remember saying something since we
had spoken about some medically related topics earlier in my employ,
and if memory serves me at all correctly, I asked how this was done
to these old rats, and again, to stress this imfatically people; the
alky was loose and flowing! He and his associate Doctor Green began
telling me how blood is nothing more than cells, and humans and all
biological entities are always going to be approximately the age of
their blood. Long story short, if young teenaged blood is transfused
into older blooded bodies, then over time, the cells begin to
literally speak to each other. All of the body in made of these
cells, our hair, our skin, our bones, our organs, you name it! So we
know it works with rats they told me as they have been doing it right
there for years and literally turned old dying and even very ill
rats, back into their youthful prime and excellent health. If I could
be allowed to live past my time loop, I know I could break this
hell-cycle, eventually die as all things do, and then 'move on'
forever. You
most likely won't be all shocked to mother ******* hell if I say that
this is not the world that I left when my blogs stopped for two and a
half years. That was not the world that I was in either, when the
blogs of Mountainpen began back in two thousand six! Things totally
change all the time. What none of you seemingly ******* get is that
there is much more behind these seemingly very magical Oz Curtains of
ever changing reality! My
upstairs **** sucking nabes from **** huffing HELL are annoying the
pecker loving urine out of me today, SHERIFF
MASCARA
SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
555555555555555555555555
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to be both a
time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring
about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android,
currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest
families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course.
Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the
disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three
selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark
from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse
me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
Posted by Listener
Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
New Jersey,
Religion |
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This fella is MOST
DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at
his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into
a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He
believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the
Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that
the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and
them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are
conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter
missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and
sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing
into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem
being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes
they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on
his latest blogs.
Posted
by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
THIS
IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE, BACK THEN, TOO LATE!!!
I AM
GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, SCREW-U!
5555555555555555555555555555555
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King
David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the
activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12
Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying
to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows
with aluminum foil.
Posted by Listener
Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
New Jersey,
Religion |
Permalink
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed
with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark
screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop,
for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah
Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover,
he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the
Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ
Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op
helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with
chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar
tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The
only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still
believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to
catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted
by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
THIS
IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE, BACK THEN, TOO LATE!!!
I AM GETTING OUT OF
DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, SCREW-U!
Just
who really was Count Cucci, Russ old pal? Ever wonder why these two
dudes looked like total twins. I wonder if our old teacher died late
in 1980? Hmmmm?
The
weather system app shows 85 degrees and feeling 95 degrees. Ain't
life wonderful?
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TRANSMISSION.
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