ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD-E

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER

MARK MUD------E

Public Catalog

Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)

Mind Control 343434343434343434, wow what a major fucking thing this whole ugly mess truly goddamn is, people, yo!!!!!!!

TO PERFECTLY QUOTE THE MIGHTY DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. In other words, thats life, or as the great French would say to the ex-Mayor of Atlantic City, New Jersey, “SAY LEVY”!!!! Oh yes peeps, I FUCKING KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON LAST NIGHT ON BLOG #C, talking about MIND CONTROL, and guess what, it was quick and fast enemy retaliation. Yessir Sheriff KJM, very quick, very powerful, and quite fucking horrendous too!!!! Oh yessir mister Cooley-Hall HH David Leigh Smith, “mathematics is” so goddamn mother fucking totally “impersonal”, yeah, sure, right; or to quote the lovely great and late disco diva Donna Gaines Summer, from the year of 1979, “RRRIIIIIIIIIGHT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is now a TWO DAY PUNISHMENT, Sheriff Mascara sir. I AWOKE WITH MORE ILLEGAL GUEST DOOR SLAMMING AND ON TOP OF THAT SIR, THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE STRUCK MY HEALTH HARD, MY CUNT EATING HEART THIS TIME. I am dizzy and the room is spinning around BIG TIME, and I FEEL LIKE MOTHER FUCKING DEAD DOG SHIT VOMIT ON STEROIDS, CUBED & CUBAN, and A MAJOR DEATH ANDROID-angel assault has struck me now super huge time, twice in a row, 45 seconds fucking apart on my right side at approximately a quarter shy of cunt eating four of the goddamn pussy huffing clock, this disasternoon, me kind Sheriff KJM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No sir sheriff, I did not do those musical projects for no good reason, kind sir, any of them, and especially the two as shown below on my whittle CAP-JOB from the official US © Office online search page, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

WOWZER AM I IN THE FUCKING DOGHOUSE!

POOR WHITTLE ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES FROM DOGTOWN, and snuck into the great Holy City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Gee Stace, thank you for that at least, yo!!!!!! We really do have an awesome God that goes beyond anyone's farthermost reach of Shakespearean Hamlet imagination, Sir Horatio!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA.

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About me:

Gender	Male
Industry	Security
Occupation	persecution study statistic and paranormal researcher
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	Finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonatas, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984, from Highland Avenue. Oh boy, Patty and friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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What a major bad-ass two day period I am having on This Sunday-Monday, kind Sheriff KJM, sir. Like W-O-W, yo!

HOLY FREAKING DOGTOWNITE TOTAL

SKUNK SWEAT, MISTER REEVES!

OH THIS 'POOR PITIFUL' NON-RONSTADT ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE:

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG

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PUBLIC MOTHER FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS A CUNT EATRING FAT THROBBING PRICK AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED, SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But still, DON'T COUNT ME OUT YET; MEN IN BLACK!

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian

RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

No sir, do not count me out yet, DEATH ANDROID from the fucking 12-Planet. Where did you go after Saturday ended, me kind Sheriff KJM, sir?????????? What are the odds that two identical things appear on one website, the WFMU HATE-PAGE, me the crackpot from Jersey, and Bruce the great cursing dude with his son's synthesizer machine. It's all right up there for anyone to verify and totally freaking check out, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you want to look it up, sheriff sir, I believe you can google the following item, CRAZY CURSING DUDES and or CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY. I mean ,here we were, two guys who sat next to each other in Misses Mildred B. Young's classroom, Bob McDowell future FCC Chairman on one side of me, and this fellow, Bruce Pennock on the other side of me. Like WOW THAT, huh great Sheriff KJM? Let me tell you what NG-ADS said recently while I was in the community room getting my mail, and running into him for a quick whittle minute or two, yo. I was telling him how the higher or SOUL part of MIND that we all have, invisible as all of MIND is, despite BRAIN being visible, our thoughts and emotions and our true beingness cannot be seen or even properly examined at all on any of our present state of the art medical devices, but this part of our minds, controls a lot more than most people think, and even the great field of psychiatry is only opening the doors a tiny little crack into this. This soul-mind is effecting our waking world decisions, and our entire lives, and lately more and more, because we are now controlled a lot more, by the invisible world of ELECTRONICS. Most human decisions that are made by our lower human-mind or CONSCIOUS-BRAIN, really and truly begin forming as a result of the trips made through fifth dimensional hyperspace, during dreaming, with our higher (SPIRIT-BRAIN SYSTEM). Many examples that I can site are right from my own otherwise forever unexplainable life, where it appears that I have been completely controlled by 'outer-forces'. One such item has been blogged over and over again, and this being my weird and crazy reaction all of my life to female flirtation, and only my HIGHER SOUL-MIND, so far anyway, has any miniscule inclination as to the reasons, but hey folks, just maybe it is to make sure that I do not have a large brood of children in this particular human lifetime, so as to avoid passing down this monstrous horrific Huntington Curse!!!!!!!!! Who can ever know oh great breath-echoed Copyright Office Library of the Congress???? Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, many other things that are similar to this item, also exist in and throughout my miserable life, and thus quite assuredly, all of your lives as well. Aniwho, he went onto tell me that I am counting Mizz Hollister out before knowing all the facts. I am mulling this around in my mind, and yes he is definitely correct. How do I know who is still amongst us in the physical world, and for that matter, just exactly who it may have really been who brought this entire thing together a few years into the century, so that I would begin my blogs, meet Chris Bennett, then meet Ed Lynch, then meet his upstairs nabes over at Judge Raso's apartment house in Berryville, New Hickstownjersey, USA, and then end up living with these MIGHTY CLOSE-IN COUSINS? Who can ever really know anything, Mister Sigmund Malyeska and NG-ADS?????????????? So WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!! All things are in a perfect atomic order, and this is why time travel is a physical impossibility unless we factor in the timeline-hyperspace concept where should we slide out of normal regular time, we automatically are creating another realm in the fifth dimensional system, where it no longer is locked into the sameness of any other universe in that space. This forever rids us of that problem of going back and shooting our grandfather to death and wondering if we will vanish. It is all a bunch of dinosaur science that just proves a race is not yet enlightened to true atomic reality. Now I have been asked by two people if I think the powers behind the Fascitar were controlling Patricia Hollister. The truth to this is that there is a Goddess Fascitar in the Purgatory, and she has contacted Patty, but so far, within the norms and the Mili-2-Force accepted Standard-Contact measurements. Now again, whether initiated by a Fascitar user or whether it be the gods who communicate with us through the dreaming-realms, this IS CONTACT. But all of this is STANDARD CONTACT. Standard contact is acceptable by the Mili-2-force that governs and regulates these entire operations. The heads and chiefs over this operation is the AWA, or MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the powers behind the entire Astral-Plane. Now Sheriff sir, I have told a lot of things because of the neighbor assault on me, and then I forgot to mention that before sun set last night, these bastard enemies struck me with a heavy CHEMTRAIL SIEGE. This is why I have TOLD SO MUCH FORBIDDEN INFORMATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brown eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our 43rd. Stay around brown eyes, some day, I will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says in the autumn, I remember it like it is happening live at this very minper. Bright haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car, I will B real friendly with my queen, U know U love your THAT BOY, so screw your parents; tell them the truth that they only think that they R your parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, it is your up line thought, and someday, I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to crush every star in the skies into dead ashes. Bye-Bye brown eyes

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Labels: paranormal and psychic, persecution harasement UFO and Abductions

So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already. Wonderful wild people of my past. Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy Stuart and Jimmy Stuart. Ain't life fucking grand and 'wonderful'????????????????

Hey good for you, Cousin Trumpie. I am so happy for you that you were able as one of my loyal blogaudians in-between 2011 and 2014, to glean some great ideas for your upcoming presidential campaign, yo. Anything else your distant-cuzz can do, 'jess let me know'. I know, I talked too much about Atlantic City, and now there won't be any more Thanks-2-Givens meals for me, I GET IT, yo. Still, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Oh yes, YOU'RE JUST TOTALLY BREAKING ME UP COUSIN, CROCKADILE TEARS ARE FILLING THE OCEANS UP, YO. WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

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MILITUFORCE MCKINNON, AND THE NEFARIOUS SATANIC ARMY OF FORT MEADE, MARYLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AS THEY SAY UP IN SUGAR HARLEM HILL, 'THANK YOUUUUUU'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn, on the 30^th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in, that I could not handle; leading to the wild dreams the following year, of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck, with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright, of “Wanna' Spend My Time”, the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been Mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying, while I was staring off of the TV set, and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. In any event, where can we even begin with all of this horrible nightmare shit, Sheriff sir; after these monsters took away my entire life, child and adult, ruined my entire mother fucking education, threw me into an institution at ten years of age, for doing nothing at all wrong or criminal, the great and now defunct NJNPI, in Princeton, New Jersey, USA, sir; killed my mother late in 1997, killed my best and only adult friend, Dave Roth, in March of 2002; and I could type on, and on, and on; as if you could care in the least, kind sir; you and Prosecutor Ron Worthless Wirtz!!! As I said sir, this is why people eventually fucking snap, and do shit like the Colorado deal, and on and on and on and on! Now, the old trustworthy Milituforce Health Hack ATTACK hack has been major ass used on me illegally, in total violation of MY CIVIL AND HUMAN LIBERTIES sir, as a totally born free and legal citizen of this once wonderful and lovely empire nation, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All throughout my long winded blogs, I have renamed the new age super power, the EVIL EMPIRE. This does not mean I am against anyone, but because they are so obviously against me, I must wonder many things. As I speak-type at 4:42, I am suffering through another mother fucking nuclear plant test bullhorn bullshit noise attack. I know for a fact that if a major disaster happens, we would all be dead and this is all nonsense so that people won't fucking panic and move away from all places that are within sixty miles or less of these facilities. The entire world is fucking PHONY AND FAKE, just as dirt bag President Trump says it is!!!!!!!!!! Hey if a cock sucking busted clock can be right 730 times every single year, then why doubt this fact? Poor whittle fucking eternally lost mountainpen, stuck in an endless time loop called DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, RESIDENT MANAGER DEBRA MARATTO, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Life itself IS A HUGE GAME, far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister Poolroy-95, YO! That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30^th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in! I couldn't stop hearing this in my mind, over and over again, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!!!!

W—O—W, Mister freaking Macy, sir!

MORIANITY may have been a complete freaking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I promise, WOMO!!!!!

Holy Mo; this is frikkin' ridiculous, Mister Kaiter. Hay Queen Katy from 1997, did I just say redeeeeeeeeeeekulous????? Is it true, Babs and Jewels??? WOW, does this have a fucking back cover, tall lovely goddess of abscesses and political woes????? Hey I'm fucking running for th job next election, please fuckiGN vote for me, me' great peeps, YO! TANKS, and WHAAAAAAAAA!!! How-bout we take your transdimensional speed boat and instead of crashing it, unk John and Cuzz JS-Huntington-Mason, we take it to the Astral Condo of the dam death angel, and find out why Summer won't quit re-tracing me up in 2294? Then, we can always get back to eating luscious ice cream sundae's at DQ and getting beat up by tall goddesses who can really belt out the notes and the broken bones, huh James Maverick Rockford Looseteeth? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH THIS, NG-ADS???????

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

BLOG 37 OF TWENTY NINETEEN

9:22 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY EVENING

7 MARCH, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

OH NO, WE ARE NOT REALLY BACK ON THE SEVENTH OF FUCKING MARCH. It is always just RIGHT NOW, and we all know this, even though we can never seem to get to the bottom of this mystery. In a fucking way, it is just like the infinite and eternal problems and woes of the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST TWO TWO DAYS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, APRIL 21 AND 22, OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS, AND HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTIONS IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

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© 1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.

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