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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
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Folks
it is currently 81 degrees and feeling like 87 degrees, here in town,
at 8:25 Post Meridian (P.M.) There
truly are reasons that are larger than they appear to be,
for all of the things that have been told and blogged about for
roughly a dozen years now, since Mister Christopher Bennett put me
onto 'blogging'! Lets get down to cases, on this first night of great
wonderful September, in 2018, the start of the 122 days of the 'BER'
months, all though not at all chilly and hence not spelled
BURRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
I speak of older events, there is not anything new, just retold so we
can review and examine in new light of more time and wisdom. If I
speak of events not spoken of since my blogs temporarily ended in
late winter time of 2016, then this newer information will need to be
even further scrutinized so we can compare many notes and reexamine
many new things in much greater and more intense new light.
I
was riding along in my car and living at the Highview Apartments in
Williamstown in New Jersey, U. S. A. back in the middle late summer
time in the year of 1994, just north of Hammonton, New Jersey on a
state road that began at the now defunct Kessler Hospital on Route
30, and ran towards the famous area of Toms River and Barnegat City,
just west of the somewhat world famous area called (L.B.I.) after
David Roth and myself invented this abbreviation in the early middle
nineteen eighties, (Long Beach Island). I had left L.B.I., and was
heading towards home, at Highview, where I had returned after living
there before, and then leaving there for that nightmare bucket of
hell-crap on Marlton Pike or Route 70, in Cherry Hill, NJ-USA. A car
that was driving on the opposite side of the road suddenly veered
right into me head on. BUT I WAS CHARGED WITH THE ACCIDENT and I had
done nothing wrong. I EVEN HAD A MOTHER ******* WITNESS. The
forces and power structures somehow managed to buy or threaten off
the resident eye witness,
and my crooked Prudential Insurance Company believed all of their
story, and the crooked
Hammonton Police charged me;
and I had to pay three
thousand dollars more
on my car insurance, and on a traffic ticket, for doing not one thing
wrong. Goddess
SSJKK as my witness, if this story is a **** lapping lie in any way,
MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS HERE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
IN 10 TIMES WORSE PAIN AND HELL, AND THE REST OF ETERNITY MAY I BURN
IN ENDLESS FIRE AND HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
this is only one of literally five hundred mother ******* nightmarish
damn *** things that have happened to me since I have left high
school. It
was literally as if some magical UFO-GODS-FAWCE from Mister *******
Hall
just was waiting in both of vaudeville's wings for me to leave the
great and mighty COOLEY HALL, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, New
Jersey, U. S. A., and paddow, Detective Green of L&O, my life
turned into dog**** cubed, Cuban, and DOGTOWN-PURGATORY,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
just what was happening around the time that
I left high school
at my special-ed school called 'Bancroft' for 'exceptional children'?
Well, several things were going on that were more visible although
when living through these times, I experienced that typical effect we
all know as not seeing the forest from the trees, and then also,
there were a few very
outlandish and more
invisible powers or HALLS-FAWCES
that were most definitely at work with me, YO!!!! A silly puss eating
child most likely knows that we can spell a lot of this out with the
letters 'Patricia Hollister'. But going on further will take a
mountain of time and type, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there also is
Atlantic City, although we all have probably figured out by now, that
Patty from 'anywhere she wants to travel' and Paula from Atlantic
City or 'any other place she also may wish to travel', is kind of
like Clark
Kent
and Superman,
and
don't scoff off the comparative made here,
because if this is not some kind of a SUPERGIRL, then just who and
what really would she be, CBS NETWORK?????????????? The very second
that Mister
George Bell-Tone Belton
introduced me to the casino game called 'Roulette', and I began going
to the Atlantic City Casinos, it was because of HER that ALL HELL
broke loose. No one
should have known me in the gaming world,
but they seemed to know all about me, right away, and yes, like
they were just waiting for me, another COOLEY
HALL HIGH HELL,
HUH?
I
have no choice but to move to TJ, MEX. I am planning this out and
will be keeping my mouth shut about it. Nothing ever changes. Ladies
and gentlemen, never ever, not when one is eternally frozen in TIME
AND HELL!!!
APRIL
10, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:05,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
THE
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 85 DEGREES FNHT.
THE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 90 DEGREES.
THE
WIND IS ESE AT 14, GUSTING TO 22.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE----(H-85/L-73).
My blogs
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN,
(THE BOM)
BLOGS----OF----MOUNTAINPEN
“HERE
WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!
This
is more for my own files than anything else. Whenever memories fade
or go in-between two possible things, such as what I discussed on
recent blogs about whether I sent my music copyright project, that
included the medical disaster, and my attempts to reduce a weekly
ativan dosage from 28 down to 10 milligrams, and my discussing this
with a very mysterious lab technician that was not normally at a
particular throat specialists office; and the memory began to split
in so far as much as I began pondering, was this right before or
right after my train trip down to Orlando, Florida. Well first off,
it was shortly after my trip down to visit with Chief Recording
Engineer Mister Howard Solomon, formerly employed at the RPL Sound
Studios of Camden, New Jersey, U. S. A. I just got struck with page
eleven of eleven, Mizz Sleaze Weeds Disease Fonda Scum Sucker, so
allow me to compensate pweeeeeeeze kind folks, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!! EVERY MOTHER ******* DAY, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, THIS COMPUTER
IS BEING HACK-FROZEN, SIR, AND MY OLD 1972 PAL, FROM COOLEY HALL HIGH
HELL. I COULD USE SOME HELP HERE, JOHNNY ****** FASTER JOKESTER.
THANK YOU!!!! Oh well, now it is 2018 and he no longer in the F.C.C.
Commissioner. I hope you allow me to congratulate you in your
marvelous success in life, Bob old bud. I'm very happy for you, wish
or without any pales of nice new fresh fish, or greedy fishermen, or
Stone Harbor, New Jersey, U. S. A. Jetties! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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As
many of you may have Pennock-guessed by now; I
bought electronic things, and put them together in similar ways that
I had in Jersey;
just not as much or as good as I once had. By the end of 2010, up in
the hood at Twenty-Sixth and Avenue E, in the duplex that social
worker April Lee, had me sharing with buttwipe Wendy, I had a little
working area again, and
even though I used Bonjovi, and his Avalon Studio, over in
PSLFLUSAESMWG; for a short time to make actual recordings,
at the behest of my
transdimensional lab-tech-daughter;
I also could do a lot of things on my own as well. LSS, unless those
around me are as brain-dead as
a washing machine,
they know that several days ago, I was reexamining some tapes. Doing
this seems to 'cause problems'. Exactly why I am unsure.
No
one in charge of this hell nightmare wishes to ever step up to the
plate and directly consult with me on anything.
Fine, then to quote the mighty 1969 Ziggy Malyeska, “That's
the way it goes”,
no ratings, no songs, just the dam facts ma'am!!!!!!!!!! Is it Friday
already, JOE?
Well
kind peeps out here, and unkind FAWCES 2; here I am. Kick the mother
******* **** out of me, day and night. It must make you all feel like
a bunch of real big*** damn heroes, to pick on a little tiny person,
who has no way at all to defend his infinitesimal self,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But some day somewhere, some way, you'll pay. This
universe is a perfectly ordered and balanced reality, when all is
said and done and all of the ******* fat ladies get done singing all
of their goddess damn songs! Please try and help me, oh wonderful
Sheriff Ken Mascara!
Hey
Sheriff sir, here's an interesting whittle item for you to gnaw on if
you ever get a spare seck, kind friend! Everyone
tells me that the
Mayo Clinic
takes wealthy donations and helps people who have medical issues, and
who are dirt poor such as myself.
I sit here without a penny to my name, sick as a dog, persecuted
24-7, and dying endlessly only never ever really dying and staying
dead, BECAUSE I AM SENTENCED TO HELL BY GODDESS
ALMIGHTY,
quite freaking obviously, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So why then was I
told I need to pay a lot of money, by these Mayo folks back in 2015,
like WOW?
The
entire months of March and April have been one huge ******* super
'BOTBAR'
for
me, (Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew the Mayo
Clinic
wouldn't work out, and I was right.
There was a time when the word ''CLINIC'' meant FREE, but not any
more. They told me that was a laugh, I
guess on me.
They said I did not have the type of insurance that pays either,
since they do not take any Health
Maintenance
Organization
type of insurances, and my Welcare is an HMO.
Of course, that sent the day right straight to a ******* super
BOTBAR.
SOSO-WEIN?
I
know that I have to pack up and run away to some place in the world
that will give me the only medicine that will stop me from literally
mother fucking slowly exfixiating
to death. I know the fucking word is misspelled, and I respelled it
the way it sounds, and neither way, will asshole Spellchecker
Microsoft, correctly spell the word. You all know it means choking to
death. I
am asphyxiating, in here.
WOW
and WOW;
they decided to spell it for me after-all!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY.
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
OH
LORDESS, where will it ever end. Reality has no beginning and no
ending, only the dreams of Stace-Time Mind have points of entry and
points of exit. AHA-AHA-AHA, huh Mister McNulty sir?
MIKE
MCNULTY INSISTS, “AHA-AHA-AHA”.
No
great mighty sir, Late 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, of BABYLON,
NEW YORK; take your cameras, your scratched phonograph records, your
lack of 'permitted
ice cream treats',
and all of your wonderful warped CD's, and stick them so far into
where the sun never shines, that there are no words to express my
desire for you to go and do this. Well to
keep old AE happy, DAD and Stacey Hamblin;
he would be what I thought of, back before the time when I fully
understood the 'great
equation',
when I was in my late teen years; Uncle Heinz that is; my
'constant relative', unfortunately.
At least those days are over, that is until I am back on that train
again, reliving for the two hundredth time give or take a few times,
this
nightmare looped life.
Oh I know quite well how some have questions for me, who have managed
to go to the LOC, and read my 1994 book, “TPB”, in Washington
13-600-DC. Folks, I do not claim to know stuff, only to be able to
shuffle lots of pieces all together
and play with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The
Ultimate
Super Sleuth,
could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the
great United States Copyright Office
know a few powerful truths from this so-called work of fiction, the
main one being, 'it
is no fiction'.
Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true **** in the life
of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEE.
Those damn Russians are HACKING MY MOUSE, FCC, and Mister Muller,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
TRANSMISSION TERMINATES HERE, KIND FOLKS, 4 NOW!
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