ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-I
10:27
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
29
APRIL, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
I
AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First
off, the video cut outs are real bad
again, sir. Then for a mother fucking fourth
time now, MY KITCHEN
SINK WAS FUCKING MESSED WITH, AND FOR NO REASON AT
ALL, NASTY SHIT ALL BACKED UP INTO MY SINK
FROM THE DRAIN AND YET WHEN I TAKE OUT MY
STOPPER, IT MAGICALLY FUCKING DRAINS DOWN AND AWAY LIKE
NOTHING WAS EVER WRONG TO START WITH. Also last night a major DIAREAH
ATTACK
HIT ME, AND ONLY BECAUSE I WAS READY
THE SECOND I FIRST FELT FUNNY, DID I MAKE IT TO MY MOTHER FUCKING
TOILET, WITHOUT A VULGAR MESS ALL OVER TO CLEAN UP!!!!!! Then as
soon as I lay down to go to bed this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
sir SHERIFF KJM, a knock came on my door, and my asshole nabe
at the end of the hall asked me to give him a ride. I
DON'T
GIVE
RIDES,
and I do not plan on going back to the days of fucking DAWN-MARIE
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING KING, UP IN
BERRYBILLE, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My excuse is that I
just took some medication that makes me UNSAFE
TO OPERATE A MOTOR VEHICLE!!!!!! This way, people can
think what they want to and I don't have to get stuck in the role of
endless fucking chauffeur all over again, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Put weelwee simple folks, that just ain't gonna
ever fucking happen again, me BRAHHHH!!!!
HELP
ME SHERIFF MASCARA, THIS IS THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING
ATTACK ON ME SINCE DONALD DIRTBAG TRUMP THREW HIS GODDAMN HAT INTO
THE 2016 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION CAMPAIGN SOMEWHERE IN MIDDLE LATE
2015, YO YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-H
7:14
POST MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
EVENING
28
APRIL, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
I
am under an extremely vicious assault, and although many of these
types of attacks are very invisible by any onlookers not trained to
know the tactics of the MILITUFORCE
and their evil demonic oppressions and life
destruction's, on or off of all 1970 farms from then onwards,
Mister DLS from Cooley Hall H.H., sir; IT IS ALL TOTALLY MOTHER
FUCKING REAL AND TRUE, AS WELL AS HORRENDOUS; ME
SHERIFF
KENNETH
J.
MASCARA,
KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please allow me to tell you what is
happening to me!!!! No sir, this should not be the way it
goes, song lyrics of 1969 or NAUT,
Mizz AT&T BLAKE.
Just
two or three hours after I posted up my blog that told how I
AM BEING PERSECTUED
WITH “NOISE”, I took
the worst NOISE ASSAULT sir, in me entire life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First
off, every link that I put up on the internet is removed by
BLOGGER/GOOGLE ENEMIES, so let us see how long it is B4 they remove
the lighthouses! Second, I am having never ending enemy persecutions
on my floor with horrible ILLEGAL NABE GUESTS as well as my wicked
demonic TRIAD NABES FROM HELL themselves. They were slamming and
screaming at quarter past six outside of my door this morning, and
then a half hour or so later, their dirt ball friend struck me
outside of my window with a loud horrendous car music assault, ALL OF
WHICH IS AN ACT OF ELDER ABUSE, SHERIFF SIR. Please know sir, I
WILL BE AT MIDWAY ROAD TOMORROW,
MONDAY, AS I CANNOT MOTHER
FUCKING TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS ELDER ABUSE, AND MISTREATMENT, AND
ASSAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another interesting note that seems to prove
this is all being done directly to me
as a direct persecution, is that
my blogs show on BLOG 37 of 2019,
dated the seventh day of March, a nuke plant testing, and then it
happened again a few days ago in the middle twenty days of April, not
even 60 days apart, and I was told this is done quarterly
or about 90 days apart, so please explain this one to me when
I see you in person tomorrow, me wonderful Sheriff Mascara, oh kind
and wonderful benevolent sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! Here is the
CAP-IN from the March 7 blog. Then on top
of that, today, Thursday, sir; the
stupid NUKE PLANT TESTS went off without
any news warnings that usually come on
the local television to give folks a heads up. Now speaking of
how things really do run in some magical weird bizarre time sequence
that humanity is completely clueless about, here is the sentence that
follows this about the nuke plant loud ass testing bullshit, and then
I wil tel you me newest problems with yet another goddamn medication
mother fucking shortage. Also before going on
here, it is 10:37, and a very
low flying private pile of crap airplane
almost crashed into my PHA Building (Park Terrace Bldg) kind sir. But
let me get back to my notes for this blog.
I get off the other anxiety medication,
and so now THE WALGREENS STORE IS HARASSING ME WITH ANOTHER
MEDICATION
SHORTAGE,
the other anti-anxiety prescription that I take, that is NOT
A NARK DRUG, so it has nothing to do
with that other medication that the MILITUFORCE
does not wish me to use, to lessen their agony on me, with
that inner throat implant device, they
somehow have stuck into me while I lived in Atco in 1983, back in the
4th
of June. I sure hope you are watching that wonderful television
documentary on Tuesday nights, called “PROJECT BLUEBOOK”,
ME KIND
WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe you can someday prove to me that I am just paranoid, go ahead
Sheriff sir, I really hope that you can. Talk to the counter
druggist at the Ohio Avenue
Walgreen's.
He tells me that I am a good Walgreen's
Customer, and that he does not want to
see me inconvenienced all the time, yet
he turns around and allows endless hassles for me, while
I merely am trying to get me necessary medications.
Go ahead Sheriff sir, you get to the bottom of this, as no
other patient is being constantly screwed with as am I, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First they screw with my Lorazepam, and now
they are screwing with my Buspirone medication, sir! YES
SHERIFF KJM, me kind sir, now my blood pressure medication has
another shortage,
or back supply, or whatever crazy
name they keep changing these things to, and this is the
new medication that replaced the Losartan tablets, called
'Olmalsartan'. I was told that the batch of Losartan
tabs were causing cancer and had been pulled, and replaced
with the Olmalsartan tabs. Now I am out
of these and cannot get new ones. Fortunately I
never threw out the Losartan Tabs, HA HA HA HA HA. I merely will
begin taking these tomorrow morning, and of course will cam my
primary care physician, Doctor JAR (James A. Roberts) of Fort Pierce,
FLUSAESMWG. I know that the Milituforce
and Patty Hollister are trying to murder me, using all of these
mother fucking tactics, Sheriff sir, I know it, and I would bet a
million mother fucking bucks on it, and I WILL
BE SEEING AND TELLING YOU ALL ABOUT ALL OF THIS NIGHTMARE SHIT
FROM FUCKING DOGTOWN (HELL) LATER ON TOMORROW, OVER ON MIDWAY ROAD,
AT YOUR OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah,
I'm just a crazy delusional fucking whack job nut case, huh sheriff
sir???????????? So tell me sir, HOW
ALL OF THIS CRAP IS JUST LUNACY UP IN MY HEAD, GO RIGHT AHEAD AND
SHOW ME!!!!!!! Well sir, on top of this, I was again
struck hard with the DEATH RAY WEAPON OF THE MILITUFORCE around
twenty minutes past one this afternoon. I also began getting
unpleasant telephone calls at that exact same time, kind sir. I want
you to know one particular item Sheriff sir, and please feel free to
pass it on to anyone you wish to. I
plan to find out how to JOIN THE LARGEST UFO CLUB-GROUP IN THE UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA, AND I
PLAN TO TELL THEM MY STORY, AND I
PLAN TO TELL THEM ABOUT MY BLOG
CALLED 'MORIANITY',
AND HOW IT HAS BEEN INTENTIONALLY OBSCURED AS WAS MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL
WHEN I TRIED TO SIMPLY PUT UP SONGS THAT TOLD OF MY LIFE THROUGH WHAT
YOU MAY CALL 'BACK-DOOR LYRICS'. If this
emmereffing attack on me that has gotten super ass bad ever
since dirtball
President DJT
threw his hat into the ring,
in the autumn of 2015,
does not BACK OFF OF ME; I
WILL JOIN A UFO CLUB, AND LET
MY
STORY
OUT
TO
THE
WORLD,
now that I fully understand just what and where my troubles and woes
are all stemming and emanating from, me wonderful kind sir!!!!!!!!
Now
speaking of joining the largest UFO club in this nation sir, after I
go to the local library and find out just where to go and what to do;
I had a major wild experience just a short time back, while trying to
relax with a little bit of TV. I was sitting in my chair and
suddenly, I was not here, and the story was first typed out by me,
before I began this blog-letter to you, so I now will CAP it in to
this blog-letter, me wonderful and kind sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here goes. I call this the Wild Evening Soul
Travel of 319. One minute I am sitting in my relaxing
chair watching L&O reruns on the Sundance Cable Channel, and then
poof, I am out like a light and a hand is pulling on my hand and I
feel myself being pulled along, faster and faster, and realizing that
I am in some kind of a strange car on a desert. I am going faster and
faster until the car is no longer a car and it is just me going
faster and faster, and the pull on my hand gets ever more intense.
Suddenly the sky around me darkens and I see only stars around me,
and the pull is agonizing and it is as if I have grabbed onto an
unfathomable rope, unable to release its grip, and going still
faster. As I begin moving towards one particular star even faster, I
realize that I have exceeded the velocity of light and all of the
stars seemed to just turn into a blur. I realized that I was being
pulled towards the star that I have always called the pulsar star and
later on, Hydroglacia, the Astral Plane name for this. After
I went in the very same continued direction, even faster,
beyond Hydroglacia,
I suddenly no longer felt a grip, and I was in my house and it was
1987, at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue, Woodlyn, New Jersey. I knew that
it was not the same house, and yet it was close. I totally was awake
and aware, and knew that it was really 2019,
yet I was back in 1987, in this
alternate Woodlyn. I began speaking to many young people in their
early twenties who seemed to be sort of like radicals in the sixties
here in my world. I was able to remember a lot of this experience,
but not every single detail. The floors were made of bright red wood,
and one entire section of them facing the south of the house on the
ground floor, seemed to be in major disrepair. First to the front
area of this area, there was an old wall to wall carpet that was
stained with messy looking stains all over them, and then it broke
off suddenly to where it was just the bright red wooden floor, and
then beyond the first part of it was that same floor, only the wooden
planks had sunk down and many of them were broken, and those unbroken
areas appeared to be quite precarious and dangerous, and I was told
by one of the persons mentioned earlier, that it would not be a good
idea to walk on top of that area as it would not support me. Yet
later on, I observed several of these persons, both male and female,
sitting right there just sitting on the broken floor, yet not sinking
through at all, as though they were weightless somehow. Suddenly I
found myself talking to a girl who was about middle twenties in age,
heavy set, and worldly for her age. I found myself telling her quite
compulsively many things about the future, and my problems with what
I call, the MILITUFORCE. I then observed
the folk singer of my day back in the turn of the sixties into the
seventies, Melanie Safka, standing there holding a thick key
resembling the one that is shown in the documentary television show
on the History Cable Television Channel, called, Project Bluebook.
The only difference was that in my experience, this key was attached
to a medallion worn by her, and it resembled a smaller version of the
CHAIN from my 1969 experience where the Great Sarah Krassle took the
chain away from me on a beach, and in the experience, this chain had
not only its large links and similar appearance but it also had some
additional parts to those links that appeared weird and bizarre in
ways that I simply never could properly explain to anyone ever. Then
I observed that there was a very strange part of this floor as well
as a wall that the floor led to, totally unlike the house that I knew
and remembered back in 1987 while residing there, and Melanie went
off somewhere leaving only the heavy set girl, and she continued
asking me questions that I felt absolutely compelled to answer, and
with complete honesty. After this happened, she told her boyfriend
who seemed to be the leader of this cult of half hippie type and half
warrior type; a combination that to the peeps of my generation would
simply not exist. The majority of them did believe in demonstrations
against such thing as the Vietnam War and the 'establishment', which
could be thought of in a similar light now, to naming the Ronald
Reagan policies of greed, Reaganomics 2.0, and naming that, the
original. In any case, we did have the hippie verses the yippie
troublemakers, but these were almost like warlords we all see in
movies, where some huge plot seems to exist where someone is planning
a huge event such as a take over or an overthrow. After I said many
powerful things to the girl who then went on to discuss then with her
boyfriend, the leader of this pack of hippie warlords, an oxymoron if
ever there was one for sure; the dude who was very large, began
speaking to me, keeping a distance, and while this was happening,two
law enforcement people appeared at the door to the home and someone
opened the door and they entered, and they approached the two people
who seemed to be in charge, and began to interrogate them. Suddenly
the dude stood up and went over to Melanie and he ripped off her
medallion, and placed the key into his mouth and blew it like a
whistle, only no sound came out of it. Instead, the two lawmen
suddenly froze for a few seconds, and then when they unfroze, they
walked out of the house and did not come back. Instantly for reasons
I do not know, I decided to tell them that I was from the year 2019,
and had taken a very long journey, and I needed to tell them how the
future was going to unfold, especially about the digital age, and the
world of computers and the internet, and all of it. I thought that
somehow they might find a way to correct the mistake and fix things
to keep it all back from happening at least for a couple of
generations longer, so that none of these things could happen to me.
As I was standing by the stairway that led up to the bedrooms and
bathrooms, just the way the house where I had lived also did, I
realized that they were going to follow me up to my bedroom where we
could talk more privately which is just what they did do. But before
we all reached the top of the stairs, suddenly the entire house
changed, and we all were somehow standing along the wall that I told
earlier was arranged in a beyond weird way in connection to the
floor, back on the first floor. Many things at this point are blurry,
but I do remember hearing the dude start to raucously laugh at me and
mock me, and then he said to me, something almost exactly like, “You
already were here, after they killed you in your sleep at shortly
after five that morning in your bedroom, with those death ray beams
that ripped your heartbeat all apart. We turned you back alive again
and sent you home, but you already knew about
your future somehow, and we decided to MAKE
IT ALL HAPPEN”. I then sat
down on the stairway in total horror and shock and said to the guy,
“How could I have known?”. He then laughed even harder, spit on
the stairway carpet, and said back to me in a very gruff voice, “Love
is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders, people without any brain.
Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste of time, that turns our
emotions to pain. Love is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders,
losers left out in the rain. Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste
of time, a tear on a heart leaves a stain”. I was horrified
after he said this, as this was my lyrics to my
1980 song while living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, written after
that wild interaction in my sleep with who I now know was the mighty
goddess Paula King, all along! Then I also remembered that a
line was changed, as the part about losers being out in the rain was
not in the original song anywhere. But he laughed again when I told
him that and said that all he knows is that this is the constitution
of the galaxy, and that I only thought that I wrote this in 1980, but
was really being 'given this' by the (Exploratronic
Supermind Society) as you call us, only we are called the
Hydroglacians! Then he roared and roared, half like a human laugh and
half like a real roaring lion. Then he grabbed me and with incredible
physical power, threw me helplessly down the staircase from where I
had been about half way up, and I landed with my head hitting a wall.
I instantly awoke out of this, and found my hand still aching from
that pull, and the entire room was spinning and hurling around for
over five minutes. I then decided to make this printed information on
my computer, which I now am going to add to my blogging project,
known to the world here on the Earth-Planet, as Morianity.
Many
of my Blogaudians know that I used to make what I called
“Destruct-Tapes”, and
would pass them out indiscriminately in the wee hours of the morning,
like a newspaper boy on a paper-route, throwing them into yards while
I would drive all throughout many New Jersey towns all over the
place. Back then, I did not know who was doing these horrendous
fucking things against me and my pathetic life, BUT
I KNEW I WAS NOT IMAGINING MY HELL THAT ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986,
AS IT WAS ABSOLUTELY MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY BEYOND REAL, AND BEYOND
ANYONE'S
CONCEPT
OF
NIGHTMARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I would pretend to be talking to another character on a tape, over
a telephone, and I would have some really wild
conversations, that was basically me shouting
and screaming some far out fucking bullshit. I don't really
think I believed that I was getting even with any real powers out
there, but I just had to strike back at
something, some how, some where!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Later on, several of these tapes made it onto
the fucking internet as many of you
know only too well, on that WFMU
internet radio hatepage called CRACKPOTS
FROM
NEW JERSEY, should anyone
wish to GOOGLE that up, and find the
CRAZY CURSING DUDES, which is
myself, as well as my classmate from
Cooley Hall Special-Ed School, Mister Bruce
Alan Pennock. Aniwho, one of the three pieces that are up
there on that page, is called, “The Christ Android”, which is me
just basically exploring the unique and wild outlandish possibility
that perhaps Christ will actually have to emerge out of a hidden area
in our solar system, and when the timing is right, be sent back to
the Earth Planet. It was no crazier than Stargate or Babylon-5, or
you name it. BUTTERCHEESE,
and BIG
ASS
BUTT
FOLKS, there is a slight difference when we tally up the
entire mother fucking deal here, me fwolks!!!!! You won't like what
I'm about to say, so here is your fucking caveat-emptor right here
and right now, yo. What if the Ancient Astronaut theorists have some
of this bullshit right? For one example if the gods are advanced
beings/entities, then as they claim, only they believe they come from
inside our universe while it is blown out into this dream here in
fifth dimensional hyperspace, what if they have been trying to send
Jesus Christ back to us, and the MILITUFORCE is preventing this from
happening, this SAME FORCE BEHIND IT ALL FROM 10-SC STREET, THE
MIGHTY PAULA KING-DONALD TRUMP CLUB FROM HELL ITSELF (DOGTOWN) and
the (LAMBRIGG CULT OF TECK BAY) on the BARDO
(ASTRAL-PLANE-PURGATORY), is preventing the CHRIST-DROID to get
through and back to us. Maybe this world should have ended way back
in the last century, and this entire perversion of digital
technological inhuman shit is the resulting factor of something that
was not taken into consideration by those who planed the regular
SALVATION-GAME, as well as the so-called END OF THE AGE, as is
thought of by the religious folks and especially the
CHRISTIANS?????????? All I am saying is, YOU
HAVE TO WONDER, in light of all of this bizarre and
totally fucking cunt ass unexplainable shit happening all around
this doomed and beyond fucked up HUMANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean we are living in a world where the
televangelists everywhere swear by the most evil mother fucking
criminal and dangerous dude (DJT), whoever walked this planet,
insisting he is the great Christian and the
great Savior, and yet he owns the great
666 building in NYC, and they don't even
remember their own mother fucking goddamn movies from 2000 on with
that SATAN-CHARACHTER, 'Nickoli'? WOW, THIS GOES SO FUCKING
FAR BEYOND SANITY, INSANITY, OR THE CHRIST
ANDROID FROM THE 12-PLANET, THAT NO
WORDS CAN EVEN HOPE TO START TO DESCRIBE ANYTHING AT ALL PERTAINING
TO ALL OF THIS NIGHTMARE ON STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talk
about the GAS-ME GAMES? My father
got a job before I was fucking born on December 4, 1954, in Wayne
Pennsylvania. He only GOT THE DAMN JOB
he learned later, because HIS NAME WAS
WAYNE. You know fully well that things like this don't
happen every day, and for that matter, I will
bet anyone out here, that nobody at all that you know, ever had any
such crazy thing happen to them. Then along came the great and
illustrious Mister Choker Lakehouse, Nick
Cannon, with no pun meant on Nickoli,
but hey, why not cogitate with that and go with
it too? Somewhere earlier in this century around the time that
he married my daughter, POOF; he is just hired by the Nickelodeon, or
nick@nite Cable Television Network.
You know, as in Nick-Nick, and
Wayne-Wayne! Tell me all about randoms
and coincidences folks, because I have a really
cool bridge to sell you up there in NYC and a lot of great
other bridges too; one is visible right out me whittle window from me
goddamn apartment here, in good ol' Fort
Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
So
without waiting for weeks or months, I will now tell you something
Bernie Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, oh great
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know very well that I
told you about the '4' number, my dauts fave strings which
are one below my Not-Fonda-Jane strings,
as you all should not fully well by now all about, and how to create
a wild and incredible Pictograph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then along came
the 123-657 saga-song blues, huh lovely Diana,
and along came PROJECT BLUEBOOK.
BUT WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW IS THISSSSSSSSS, MISS ERICA LOVELY SUSAN
LUCCI AMC SNAKES FROM 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that there is a lot
more to many things that I tell, and I cannot always fully tell me
online blog viewers, EVERYTHING, because it would CROSS
OVER
MAJOR FORBIDDEN RED
LINES. I can however tell
you this. I fell asleep for only one minute of time, and in that
minute, I had some shit happen to me that makes my entire blog of
over 13 fucking years now, appear somewhat tame in goddamn
comparison. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was in my
bathtub, in my Williamstown, New Jersey apartment, called the
HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS,
back somewhere I think around late February, or possibly as late into
the year as maybe even early March, and Lightning
came right into my head, and showed me the mystical
powers of using parallel-event
to attack the casino game of Roulette;
an extremely similar thing happened to me several days back, before I
told all of you about making the 10,000-444 PICTOGRAPHS! I was told
inside of my head, but NOT IN AN AUDIBLE VOICE, just as real however
as the warning voice of autumn of 1982 that
told me to 'wait until next
June'; that I was to
go to bed early and forget about what I was watching on TV, and just
fall asleep and wait for instructions. This is when Gawky came to me
and told me to say this on my blog. HOWEVER, and I promise all of you
that I was going to reveal the absolute truth within a month or less;
there never was any charting of this by me, nor me keeping track for
444 days, just “Write down exactly what I am
told to blog”, AND SO I MOTHER FUCKING
DID. Then, along came the HISTORY
CHANNEL SHOW about the number of light years and star chart.
Sounds too much to be possible in a million years, you say to the
Mountainpen? Well; WELCOME
TO
MY
MOTHER
FUCKING
WORLD
PEEPS, AS THIS IS JUST ROUTINE LIFE FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN. SHIT
LIKE THIS HAPPENS FOR ME ALL THE TIME, ME WONDERFUL PEEPS AND
BLOGAUDIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, do not
make a fatal mistake and think that there are no other freaks out
here like me, because that is a serious and probably a fatal
miscalculation for anyone to arrive at! I can cite a few wild things
that are on par with this, in fact, even on par with 15 year old
Nickelodeon-Nick banging up my hubcap in the late spring of 1996
after I arrived at that psychic shop called “The Gathering Place”
for a psychic reading with a dude named Steve. Remember how I told
you that when I drove down the Black Horse Pike, up there in Jersey,
and stopped at a payphone near a car wash place to call my mom and
tell her I was headed for home and was running late, as she was
preparing a nice dinner, and he came up to the phone and kept saying
to me, “What happened to your hub cap”, and this is right after
he had the brazen fucking balls to smash it all up, and he somehow
got all the way to that place where I was phoning my mom from, and he
did that wild GAS-ME-GAME, mocking me. No kid would just come up to
an adult and do that, and this was right after he fucked it up while
I was in there getting a reading. But let me now tell you a story
that can be verified by any loyal fan of a really marvelous
television show on the A&E-Cable-Channel, called, “LIVE
PD NATION”. There was another male AA dude who was
placed into handcuffs, and I think that this happened sometime around
the summer time in 2018, just last year unless me ol; memory is
failing me. He said to the officers that within five minutes or so,
he would be released and he claimed to be god. I won't capitalize the
word, but hey, WHO FUCKING KNOWS ANY DAMN THING
FOR SURE, HUH MISTER ABRAMS, KIND
SIR?????? Well, you know the
rest, sir. He was suddenly released right after
some major shit went down somewhere else in town,
and the officers felt it necessary to respond to that, and let this
dude go, and sure enough, and just as he claimed would be the fucking
case, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo; POOF,
like Nick Cannon total nickelodeon-MAGIC, he was released!
Folks, strange shit DOES HAPPEN,
and not just to the mother fucking goddamn ass
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS; “THE END”.
Mind
Control 34343434343434 and all MACY PEEPS all over the place,
can rest easy tonight, along with all the young hearts, and the
mighty Tom Petty, and Slugger-Casey of Joyville, Mudville, non
Berryville, all wrongly delivered Hamlin mail notwithstanding, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo, huh wovewee fucking world???????????????????
Still, I KNOW what this TELLOSIAN fucking shit is all about, as does
a lot of smart and very tight lipped others out here in
Cyberville!!!!!!!! Oh yes if me ol' pal Bob McDowell were here, and
we were boys again, he might chime in here and say to me, vely vely
vely tight lipped others out there, and perhaps even intelesting ones
to fucking boot, with or without Mister Jokester Johnny Faster at 100
miles per hour. I caught Dan Mackey laughing at this once, but he
will never admit that to you, I'll be willing to bet, me' old pal and
Ex-Chairman of the great and Non-Oz powerful Federal communications
Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Mister Chester-Frank and sir
Russ Thaxton without the MIND-CONTROL
initials added in, I will just say, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Mind
Control influences our daily waking lives, BUTTTTT, and yes
MC, BUTTERCHEESE,
and Mister Sir Microsoft Spellchecker, it also influences just
exactly why our spirit or TRUE SELF goes where it does while our
physical bodies lay at rest each night. Right again spellchecker, as
to me, that usually does mean nightMARES, so give yourself a GOLD
STAR and a cupie-doll, yo yo yo yo!!!!
So
is there any way to fight MIND
CONTROL?
Of course there is, but only in vely vely vely non
Mister FCC McDowell
limited ways, yo. There are a few secrets and through nearly thirteen
and a half years of blogging, I have indeed mentioned them all, from
the Danza Discovery to the applied usage of FASCITAR! Still, Patty H
cannot ever be fought and won, and I
know this.
Also, yes sir Spellchecker, I do in fact know THISSSSSSSSS,
Mizz Erica Kane. I also know that life here on this lovely
goddessdamn EARTH
PLANET
is not quite what it seems. Remember as a child, boys and girls, now
men and women out here, how we would grab toy soldiers or dolls, and
make an entire fantasy up around them. What you do not seem to
realize is that we are also someone else's dolls and soldiers, and
although we do have some free will as this is a larger reality than
just us as kids, and the controllers above us are not little children
in a room without real power. ButTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT
BUTTERCHEESE, it is indeed a mixture of us all doing our own thing to
some degree, as well as a force above us also pulling puppet strings
when they wish to, and making it absolutely appear to us that it is
all happening in our own minds and so it is really ourselves that are
behind all that we do as well as all that we think and feel. NOT
TRUE, NOT SO. And knowing this truth, painful and dehumanizing as it
may be, is necessary before any counter methods of counteracting
these MIND
CONTROLLING
tactics can ever be accomplished in even the tiniest ways. I know a
lot of hidden secret truths, and this makes me vely vely vely
dangerous to these ASTRAL GODS, and even more deadly perhaps to their
Earthly counterpart system, the evil and demonic
MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
July 7, 2015,
I drove over to the Saint Lucie Walmart, and LIGHTNING
was all around me, and SHE loved me so completely and marvelously
that I have no words to ever thank HER anywhere nearly enough!!!!!
Still, I do love the great one and only WALMART, and always will, yo
peeps of the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AUGUST
5, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 7:35,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 82 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 89.
WIND
IS SE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 12.
YESTERDAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE----(H-91/L-71).
It
is not any date or any time, it is always the ENDLESS
NOW,
but OUR
MINDS INSIST
on creating a space-time
dimension
while we exist physically here on this wonderful wovwee Earth-Planet.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
I
have some gripes and other stuff to get off of my freaking dam chest,
but then, WEIN?
Yesterday
was extremely quiet; an outlandishly infrequent occasion for me, over
the past two or three emmereffing years or so, my BRAHHH!!!
My
first gripe, and pet peeve, to put it about as politely, and
non-naughty, as a thousand dam Tommy Rowe's ever could do, without
the jam or the jelly, from 1969, and all things that creepeth and
crawleth; is about my residence and the preferential illegal
treatment that some residents here have over others, such as myself.
Hey Public Housing Authority of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Planet
Earth; how come I cannot conveniently go back home and slowly move
and find a new place to live and as long as I pay my rent on this
apartment, keep my stuff ''stored''? Regulations, says Mizz Debra
Marotto! OK, fine; then how come James from across the hallway to me,
has been doing just exactly that same thing for three years, ''using
that apartment for storage'', quoting exactly, the words of my
resident manager, Mizz DM? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR, MIZZ ATTORNEY
GENERAL BONDI, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, AND PH AUTHORITIES?????? Sounds
like illegal preferential treatment to me, American Civil Liberties
Union (ACLU)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOY
DO I JUST LOVE
THE WAY MY LIFE IS 100 PERCENT OPPOSITE OF MARVELOUS MISTER TRUMP'S
LIFE. HOPEFULLY, ANYONE READING THIS, UNDERSTANDS BASIC
FACETIOUSNESS!
Now,
let me talk a moment about the wonderful Mister Trump, speaking of
facetious behavior and speech. As I said, he will make this country
strong again; I have no doubt in my mind. You can't buy off a dude
that has more money than the Almighty a dozen times over, literally.
Still, there is always the 'ass' word; even though people in this
generation, have forgotten all about this particular quick changing
form of government. Then there is one other cool little item that
needs to be seen in fuller light. The great man has an affinity of
judging the 99% as 'winners' if we examine his motisoperandi in a
more politely inverted view. IE, he actually discusses the one
percent. Still, how much longer can this great almighty god in human
flesh live amongst us as DJT? 20, 30, maybe even 40 more productive
years at absolute max??????? Then what? Would it not be fair or
correct to say one day, he will LOSE everything? I mean, you cannot
take anything with you, and I assure you that he has no secret hidden
powers socked away from the rest of us mere mortals. Looking at
reality head on and totally fair and square; a
time WILL COME,
when judged by the man's own strict and quite unalterable standards;
by his own austere and absolutely rigid definitions; he must become
the one thing that he must dread to a proportion that even my hated
of the prick cannot reach the darkest pits of; and that is, ''a
loser''!!!!!!!!!!
Now take a total dick bag shit head nobody such as myself. I on the
other hand CAN NEVER LOSE what I was never permitted to have. Whether
I perish from this Earth today as mortal man Mark Wayne Mohr, or
perish at the age of well past one hundred years; I won't ever lose.
I cannot lose what I never had. Then the democratic party needs to
see one other powerful item as this race moves forward, as a child
can see that he already foresaw his main completion and has this all
planned out years ago and is why the Hillary E-Mail scandal is here
and many other things will yet go down that none of you know about
yet. There was a day in early summer time of 2009 if my memory is at
all in tact; when his buddy Ann King was comped with a lovely room,
and she took me down there to his hotel in Atlantic City, the great
1984 built and first built hotel of his gambling-chain there; and
also Dawn and Leticia Tilley came along. When the hotel casino
security system observed Leticia, everybody went crazy, and not just
because a minor was standing around a gaming establishment, but
because of the incredible resemblance to her distant cousin, Mariah
Carey. Within 40 minutes, he was on his souped up high speed special
whirlybird, and flew there from Manhattan, after being e-mailed a
copy of the surveillance system photos. The man was crapping in his
drawers and wouldn't land the helicopter on his own roof below the
room that he had comped Ann with and that I was in at the time. I
later learned through Ann king, that he for a short time, was trying
to figure out what he might do if his wildest suspicions about me
were correct. He actually believed that I somehow transported myself
physically, no I-Ching bullshit, but real physical time travel; to
the year 1986, and brought he up to 2009 and along with us that day.
If I believed something that ridiculous, or even people who make
documentaries on the great CABLE SCIENCE CHANNEL, such as Professor
Michio Kaku of NYU, make these claims or even took it seriously for a
minute; what chance would we ever have in political arena's. If a
major war happens, would we be allowed to be in charge, you know, us
whackadoodle nut job cases? You can argue that he was just teasing
his pal Ann King, or always used to tease him about ripping off his
hair-rug in front of a crowd; or you can doubt my sincerity, or even
Ann's, should you like. Still, I believe that shit can always be
checked out by our marvelous intelligent agencies, and then the facts
can all be judged for themselves. Hey, maybe the country needs a
leader who would believe this about me, huh Congressman Andrews?
Remember me, the one who used to think he knew what life was all
about, back in 1980, from Robin Hill to Irenecaraville??????????? But
then, if Democrats ever fear any of this, they know I am here and not
planning on going anywhere. He may be totally innocent of hurting
Hillary and me and all the things I have laid claims to. The ADA up
in Camden, NJUSA knows how my mom and I told them all he was stalking
us with that big chopper, and we were called ''liars'' by ADA Dick
Wilson and ADA Donna Spinosi. Again, this is just for those who want
to fight back, and keep a level playing field, before this total
antichrist; who definitely KNOWS that time travel is real; as he
himself has done it 2000 years ago when he showed our SAR (LORD) up
on that large hill near Jerusalem, all the great kingdoms of the
world. It sure wasn't a vision from the year 31 AD, and had to be
more like 2000 AD or in that vicinity, if any real common sense would
insist to prevail here in the matter; takes over this planet, as was
predicted from millennia ago. And then there is my ten year blog,
kind people. What are the dam odds that all of this is here, and all
of these people are into all of this, and that things are now
perfectly unfolding in time, exactly as they are? Do you want me to
give you another big number, or can we all just agree that it is a
large mother freaking one, and let it go at that?
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AUGUST
6, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 90 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-91/L-73).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELS LIKE 193.
WIND
IS SE AT 13, GUSTING TO 14.
GGGGGGGEE
I am so fucking stupid, I don't have a dam ass clue what's going on
all these rotten ass years, folks! These dirt bag fucking Callio's,
right Fred Tandy Winstein?
It
is hot and humid this horrible afternoon, like WOW and like SHIT!
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I am so fucking stupid, I don't have a dam ass clue what's going on
all these rotten ass years, folks! These dirt bag fucking Callio's,
right Fred Tandy Winstein?
It
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IS. LIKE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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