SEPTEMBER
28, 2018,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, AT 4:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS ** DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS **%, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS ** DEGREES
MAJOR
HACKING. WEATHER DATA IS GOING CRAZY.
SUPER
COMPUTER HACKING TODAY, SHERIFF.
WIND
IS ***, GUSTING TO ***.
RAINFALL
IS ****.
My
computer was hacked big hyper time huge, when I tried to open up my
OPEN-OFFICE 3.1 Program. It would not come on from the screen icon,
so I had to go into programs to click into it, and the icon on the
screen is off, so I'll have to open it up the long way from now on
until and unless I can find someone who knows how to put it back on
the screen as the icon. On top of this, MY MOTHER ******* TRIAD
NEIGHBOR SITUATION, abbreviated to my TNS, is very bad
today. The toilet germ sleaze bag bitch above me hammered this
morning AGAIN, kind sheriff, she never ever stops doing this, and I
know she is intentionally ******* annoying me, as it is beyond the
**** huffing point of absurdity! To say the very least, kind Sheriff
Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USA; this is a very BAD
BOTBAR DAY FOR ME, but the kind sir, SOSO-WEIN (Same Old Same Old,
What Else Is New?) Nothing ever changes for me under this mother
******* **** eating HUNTINGTON HELL CURSE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS
FAWCES' is because they cannot
control my mind the same damn way that they control just about
everybody else's. That totally pisses them off. Yes, I have *******
deactivated my WeatherBug system, as it is showing hurricane force
winds and a temperature of 52. It showed nearly 100 with no winds
when it first popped up, and has floated all over the place, Federal
Communications Commission, and Anti-hacking and anti-terrorism forces
of the USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is terrorism because
this ******* **** is meant to terrorize me and make me live an
endless life of endocrinologists and living endless hells, huh Merry
Hollister? So as I said, and now in reiteration: The
reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS
FAWCES' is because they cannot
control my mind the same damn way that they control just about
everybody else's. That totally pisses them off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
so now the hackers have released my Weather Bug from their evil
demonic HALLS-FAWCES grip of TERROR! WOW, Merry and Joanna!
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister;
and told me. You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SEPTEMBER
28, 2018,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 4:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,
THEY
ARE HACKING AGAIN, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNABLE to provide my BLOGAUDIANS with a weather report, AS
RUSSIAN-TRUMP HACKERS are quite obviously ******* with my ****
sucking ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot be certain of the following facts
because I am being hacked to death, Sheriff. I believe the weather
facts for my local area to be as follows: It is 88 degrees with a
humidity of 70%. The heat index is 100 degrees. Rainfall today is
0000 centi-inches. Wind is blowing ESE at 11 miles per hour, with no
measurable gusts presently. Range of temps today is, High of 88, and
Low of 75. This is a real true and honest
STACEY-LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK DAY, YO Sheriff, kind pal and great
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT one, Joanna-a! And yes
great folks,
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
exactly what is going on with Patty, Melanie, and the great numbers
of 180, and extending them just a bit further and in any
boxed-lottery order, and with or without Sir Gawky Gaukauk, 1-8-0-2,
you ask me? Find and dandy, Bro! Since death siege is right back on
me, so that they can get their way today with that mother *******
Supreme Court Justice nightmare rotten bastard, Sir B.C., let us go
further in retaliation against this totally mother ******* wicked and
demonic EVIL EMPIRE, that's run
entirely by the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OR BETTER
SAID, THOSE LOVELY *******
HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apartment
Number 1802 Robin Hill, was very
magical; and I'll bet even Patty Hollister agreed with that, back in
1980. The trouble is, I was out of
contact at that time, but the reason for that would take five years
to scratch any serious surface about, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes,
for
one thing, it was where I resided in a particular matching time year,
1---9---8---0.
A half blind brain injured snotty bratty child however, can plainly
see that these two numbers both contain three similar digits. Now
before taking all of this too much further, there is the other
magical two digits that we arrive at when
we look at 1802 and 1980,
and begin playing with the 180
and the eliminated two digits after this process is completed, the
'2',
and the '9'.
I talked about the song lyric of the 1980 Copyrighted © music
project that I did called, “The
Morning Light”,
with the
year of 1992
being discussed in the third and final verse to the song. But
now we move onto the 92 inversion, or '29'.
This
is PEE's birthday.
Sam the maintenance man asked me, and I'll quote him from the first
week of the summer time, back in 1996, “Who's
your goddess girlfriend”?
I still do not remember anything other than a few quick bright
flashes for that entire day, back there at the mighty and awesome
'Highview
Apartments'.
But I
do know that Patty-Paula did come over,
and AGAIN,
had her way with me, to steal my DNA again, and then on March
the 29th
of 1997,
along
came lovely daughter PEE,
only she miscarried.
This was part of that wild nightmare, that my Blogaudians all know
about only too damn well. BUTTTTTTT,
there is
a parallel world,
where she did not miscarry. This
is where PEE was born,
and lives with me and the entire family, at what over here in this
world, is the great Roundhouse
Museum,
in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG.
There is a million giga-tons more to all of this, but for right now,
we
are only concerning ourselves with the '92' and '29' numbers that
remain, once the nine and the two digits, are indeed removed, from
the four digit numbers of 1802, and 1980,
remembering of course, that I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
on May 1, 1980!
BLOG
36 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
My
mom worked in a wild and amazing office, for a wild and amazing
shipping company that was known the world over, called Lavino
Shipping, of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She met many fascinating
characters in this place, even my father, who at the time my mom was
there in early earliest days and times, was in the Naval system. In
those days, the service which he had joined, became a part of the
United States Navy, during World War Two, (WWll) and I speak of the
Merchant Marines. My father was at the Philadelphia Navy yard at the
time, and the so-called great experiment that never was admitted to
by our government, was ongoing. My parents met during that experiment
that never took place, officially that is. Mizz Jane Crappants
Slutweeds Sleazedisease just pissed in my ear with her page eleven of
mother ******* eleven, so let me compensate here pweeeeeeeeeeze, kind
folks!
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Continuing
on with my parents, the great never-happened experiment, the world
renown shipping company, and all of these totally wild, bizarre, and
beyond strange characters; that were all a perfectly integral part
of this incredible Shakespearean play; the
great Patty Hollister was most likely, and all puns and
multiple drivers licenses aside, “KING of
the parade”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hammering,
motorcycles, slamming doors, this has been a real death siege today
Sheriff sir, along with a ton of **** sucking computer hacking.
Well, the noise woke me up out of a nightmare where
I was in a parallel world Atlantic City, and a huge storm had
blown up, and waves were coming over the boardwalk, and washing into
the Resorts Hotel Casino, where I
was standing. My mom was inside the casino speaking to some totally
weird people, even weirder than the most outlandish of her great
office crew! I was happy to exit my way out of that interaction, and
have had to brave the continuing noise all around me. I am really
under the goddamn gun in here Sheriff, so try to assist me in any way
that you can, please kind sir. TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
adequately get real far into this office mess, will take tons of blog
work, and won't be happening now in some wild long mega-blog. No way,
to quote my mom's late and ex-old friend, Mizz Audrey Heller, of
Audubon, New Jersey, USAESMWG! BUTTTTT I will open a few hornets
nests up today, in retaliation for this death attack ******* strike
on me, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There also are tons
of 'DO-NOT-CROSS' red-lines, and caution yellow taped barriers,
that I quite obviously must adhere to; and even my most retarded
followers know all of this quite well. Powerful named recognized
people are involved, and when people with money and power want to
shut you up, they will wreck your life in ways that you cannot ever
prove, and then you are left to sit all alone
trying to salvage lots of broken pieces all around you in
Humpty-Dumpty-ville.
But
let me get the hornets all buzzing just a bit, on a few
things that leave me relatively safe to discuss cleverly, and sort of
in round about ways; yet as ADA
Ron Wirtz Senior said to me so well
in 1991, “Mark, you get your point across, on those DS-Destruct
tapes, as you call them”! As soon as I posted up my last
blog, and then shortly retired to bed; POW. I was with some people
who I do not know from over here in this waking world system of
reality, and they were trying to get me to take
them to that house of nakedness, on the highway, somewhere in the
vicinity in N.E. Philadelphia's Grant Avenue, and Interstate-95.
Someone in the Exploratronic Supermind Society of the non-automobile
and Lexus Chapter, HAHAHA, was attempting to pump me for all sorts of
nasty information. This was just a few hours after I posted up this
last blog in the world of cyber-electronics. But it gets a whole lot
freaking better than this, kind folks out here, from Mother-Russia
with love, all the way to the damn lovely moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then I found myself being questioned by some Narcotic Detectives
about my anti-anxiety medications, and they were totally and
absolutely demanding to know the true connections in all of this,
with my daughter and myself. Anyone not half brain-dead knows that
there is one, but they were going to get me to tell them a lot more
secrets than I planned to, by taking me with them in what mortals
call an extremely vivid and lucid dreaming experience. The real joke
here is that lots of people think the real thing being covered up
here, is the stigma of emotional problems as we called this in my
younger days, being the main theme running through this unpleasant
tale of hellish woe. If it was really only that easy, or to quote the
doctor, “I don't think that's his problem, Misses Mohr”. The real
problems are HALLS-FAWCES, and the mighty engine and vehicle that
empowers them and all of their powerful parlor tricks, the ESS
(EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY)!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!
Sheriff,
this is mother ******* ridiculous, kind sir. pweeeeeeeeeeze come over
and see what they are **** chewing putting me through in here today,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
I AM LYING, MAY I BURN IN HELL FOREVER WITH B.C., HUH OLD PAL,
SENATOR KENNEDY!!!!!!!!
Will
Morty Mortino ever allow me to escape?
“HERE
WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!
My blogs
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?????????
Yes
great Senator Kennedy, I am glad you believe in this almighty being
just the way that I do. And as Goddess
SSJKK is my witness, if this story is a 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 AS WELL!!!!!!
The
absolute answers will never be known with all of this. Still, I know
a whole lot more than I feel safe to reveal on a blog to an online
world or any world that could care less about my personal safety and
just believes me to be a total crackpot ***hole! So we will putter
around with small pieces of chump-change, at least for now. Patty had
some very weird stuff on her desk one day at this shipping company
office once called Lavino, and after an English firm bought them out,
presently called INCHCAPE SHIPPING, or at least presently as of the
start of this century. For all I know it could be anything today, as
we all live in a rapidly altering world and society. I know that I do
not have to tell anyone that simple truth. I know that Patty wanted
those things on her desk to be somehow delivered into my hands, but
in a way that she could never be held responsible for the event
happening. This was some very strange information about a school that
today might be thought of sort of as an online college. It offered
several courses in subjects ranging from mathematics, sciences,
languages, and some occult studies. As most of those reading these
words know only too well, I chose a section of the last mentioned on
that list, called 'The Secrets of the Fascitar'. Only through this
powerful item, did many of the present world events around us, really
and truly all come around to happening. This much I can safely say
without crossing over the REDLINES! BUTTTTTTTTTTTT
should I ever tell how my medical condition really and truly came
about, and I don't mean that nasty sex junk that I discussed about
trash cans, over at the Medical
Research
Institute;
but if I were to get into all that I know about why I choked to
death in 1983, went to hell, and came back as the Chosen Huntington;
well, let's just say that 'things would get
rather dangerous for me around here', real quickly. Sounds
like Jimmy Olson and I need to have Superman fly over right about
now, and help us,here in Greengrass county, in or near, or maybe far,
from all great lakehouses anywhere! In any event, even
Lightning
told me to 'BE CAREFUL'
when dealing with Patty Paula, sort of like other PP's out of
my more recent past nightmares. 'Oh well', Ann King!
Speaking
of beautiful Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis, thank
you so very much for visiting with me, lovely
LIGHTNING,
IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990!Laugh
if you ******* want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now,
dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother
******* treated all over **** chewing hyperspace.
Yes
folks, my name is Giant Katharine.
Hello
G.K., you are such a beautiful fish!
MAGNESONIC,
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY
ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING
ICPE-APE AGAINST ME,
AND WIPE
THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM
ORDERS,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T
TONES ARE NOW
DATA-TRANSFERED
TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE
PRINTED IN COLOR RED,
AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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