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PARALLEL EVENT is also translated, (Mark Mohr's mother fucking WORST NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!) In goddamn ass knew last night when I went to sleep that I was in for it. The mother fucking stock market is suffering a tiny short term correction due to ass-wipe Donald John Trump and his tariff war with the Chinese persuasion of the Earth-Planet, and the MILITUFORCE always and dependably strikes me the following the day, very early on, and I knew it would happen, and sure as dogshit in DOGTOWN, IT DID, AND IT IS!!!!!!!

All of the wonderful schools of these great United States of America, and even the fantastic colleges and universities of the world, NEVER EVER TEACH a single soul the powerful and awesome truths of PARALLEL EVENT, and the ways that it can be covertly misused and abused and mishandled. But then folks out there in Cyber village yo, they also never teach about the frightening deadly truths of MIND CONTROL 34343434, the mighty great and NON-OZ powerful Tellosion forbidden 'STAR TREK' concept of influencing the entire cosmic show by way of manipulation of the mind of human beings, so as to create the greatest ASTRAL-WORLD-SHOW OF THEM ALL, and no Microsoft spellchecker yo, NOT ALLigators, as I promised Merry in a parallel universe some time ago, not to discuss reptiles!!!!!

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

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8:33 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

14 MAY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

There are five items that attempt to explain what is going on in the condition of humanity here on this Earth-Planet. These are as follows:

The church

The Scientific Community

The Philosophers Club

The Ancient Astronaut Theorists

MORIANITY

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, OF EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!! Yessir, yes mahm folks, Numbers one through four, simply DO NOT fully explain the situations of my human existence and life here on this Earth, and for that matter, they simply DO NOT fully and properly explain the entire unanswered multiple group of queries for the rest of humanity either, and everybody mother fucking knows this is completely true and factual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was awakened at 7:35 this mother fucking MOUUUUUUUURNING, to my across the hall TRIAD-NABES from DOGTOWN, slamming the door, with a red shopping cart outside of it in the common hallway. The slams around here are not tiny, and when I say the doors are slammed, they are SLAMMED, and only the gods know why these mother fucking turd eating doors are not absolutely broken! Still, I knew this would happen last night as I fell into bed, as was previous spoken, because of the big temporary drop in the dirt bag EVIL TRILOGY EVIL EMPIRE stock market, as this has been going on with me now ever since awakening out of that wild dreaming-interaction on the MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING of AUGUST THE FIFTEENTH, IN THE YEAR 1986. Maybe Mister Carter broke his hip on that turkey shoot the other day, but I'll be goddamned to Dogtown if he didn't tell me on 8-15-86 that I was a dead man, or actually he confirmed it on the parallel world Atlantic City boardwalk. I said to him, “I'm dead mister President”. He then replied back to me, “I know”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You just don't forget something that mother fucking totally powerful, yo yo yo yo yo yo, wonderful and kind Sheriff KJM sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But how interesting and non-Microsoft cheesy, that this was the second 'AC-Boardwalk' 'DREAM' within a six year period, that I SHALL NEVER EVER FORGET, the first one being in the first week in June of 1980, at good old, 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and without any bells, flowers, or queens or kings, as the 1983 musical project seemed to magically know about and prophesy about for reasons every bit as magical and mysterious as certain few cassette tapes that managed to make it down with me when I ran away in the dead of night nearly ten years ago now, and came here to fort Pierce, Florida, Saint Lucie County, huh me' wonderful and awesome Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara???????????????????

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Go ahead and tell me how I am imagining this entire nightmare mess, oh wonderful Mike Crichton and SHERIFF KJM SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANE FUCKING WHORE PISSDISEAEE SLEAZEWEEDS SCUMJUICES JUST FUCKING NAILED ME AT PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, not with the bottom left prompt on the computer screen as I always cover that with a tiny sticker sheet, but the mouse when moved during the blogging process can sometimes print the same fucking ugly four ONES on the right side of the screen that identifies what is being worked on in my OPEN OFFICE document, as well as the page number. Allow me pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze to cunt phlegm rape here or (compensate) to say it a wee bit more Tommy Roe politely and not spilling jam or jelly all over myself!!!!!!!!!!

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So much now for 'Public Catalog page 11/12' and a giant Chester-Frank 'WEEEEEEEEEE' to boot. TEE HEE HEE MIZZ MUNSTER!!!!!!!!!!!

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, MISTER JIMMY STUART. BETWEEN YOUR BIG FISH AND MY SO-CALLED BIG FISH STORIES; ALL I HAVE TO DO NOW, IS CALL THE INTERNAL REVENUE SERVICE AGAIN, ON TONY FAKEBOOKS CAPRIO, AND HIS ROTTEN CROOKED MOBILE GASOLINE STATION!

HONEST PEOPLE ALL GO TO JAIL, AND CROOKS AND EVIL FUCKING BASTARDS WALK AROUND FREE, LIKE TONY AND ZIMMY.

SHIT WHAT A MESS, TO NEARLY QUOTE GEORGE BURNS ON THE OH-GOD MOVIE.

I AM TIRED, AND I AM SICK, AND I AM ONE PISSED OFF MOTHER FUCKER; AND THERE IS NO SENSE TRYING TO DENY ANY OF THAT!!!!!!!!! MAY THE FUCKING EMPIRE STATE BUILDING FALL DOWN ON ME, IF I BE LYING. EXCEPT FOR THE LIE ABOUT JULY 12, 1970; THIS APPLIES TO THIS TEN YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT IN ITS ENTIRETY, AND ALSO NOT COUNTING THE TEMPORARY-GAME-LIES TOLD, AND LATER RETOLD CORRECTLY, INTENTIONALLY; TO TRY GETTING ENEMY-REACTIONS; AS TO QUOTE ADA PROSECTUOR WIRTZ SENIOR, FROM EARLY IN THE NINETIES; “TEST THEM AND THEY'LL GIVE YOU A REACTION”. YOU ALL KNOW THAT HE JUST HAD TO KNOW A LOT; AND COULD NOT EVER TELL ME!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!

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The only lie ever told, and it bit me in the ass huge hyper time; long before I even saw why it would. WOW ME, MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SARAH AND PAULA, perfect witches, huh TK?

BULLSHIT!!!!

So WEEEEEEEE, and 'That's just reality son'.

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Big or small, what is real is real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OR SO SAYS MISTER DENNIS SNYDER.

SO IS ALL OF COSMOS BULLSHIT?

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SO IS ALL OF COSMOS BULLSHIT?

I CANNOT SPEAK FOR MISTER SNYDER; BUT I WILL SAY NO. AND WOW DO PEEPS LIKE ME HAVE TO DO SHIT THAT PATTY-PAULA KING SEEMINGLY HATES SO MUCH. PEEPS LIKE US REALLY NEED TO DRAW CLOSER TO THE ALMIGHTY THAN MOST OTHER FOLKS, AND ALSO THEY NEED TO ALWAYS REMEMBER TO BE CAREFUL!

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AND ALSO, WE CAN EXPECT TO BE TREATED FOREVER AS SECOND OR NINTH CLASS CITIZENS.

Funny, huh Mizz Sheila Bigtits Franklin, that I cannot access project #29 of my own fucking paid for copyrights. The examiners assure me it is there, but my computer refuses to even say that I exist. Where are you when I need you and Detective Gillespie of Sparta, Mississippi, and don't need any dangerous Philly Constables On Patrol??????????????? My mom said machines are of the devil, especially computers. I couldn't fuckiGN agree with her more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DIANA (LIGHTNING).

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Yes lovely Coil Diana Arteemis of the great Plancktime-Purgatory (ASTRAL PLANE), was here yesterday, and all over me, after I got back from my PCP doctor, and my local errands to the pharmacy, and the food market. I love you with all of my heart, lovely gorgeous lightning!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the lovely queen of sugar Hill of Harlem, New York, USA would say, “THANK-UUUUU”!!!!

ENDLESSNESS AND END TRANSMISSION!!!!

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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 sonata, 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.

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

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11:37 ANTE' MERIDIAN

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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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There are five items that attempt to explain what is going on in the condition of humanity here on this Earth-Planet. These are, in case the death angel is interested, since he is passing by my right side at 43 minutes past eleven, as follows:

The church

The Scientific Community

The Philosophers Club

The Ancient Astronaut Theorists

MORIANITY

Numbers one through four, simply DO NOT fully explain the situations of my human existence and life here on this Earth, and for that matter, they simply DO NOT fully and properly explain the entire unanswered multiple group of queries for the rest of humanity either, and everybody mother fucking knows this is completely true and an undisputed fact. However, number 5, Morianity, does give the answers to just about the entire deal, and again, WE ALL KNOW THIS TO BE REAL AND FACTUAL, despite the multiple naysayers and endless disagreeable arguers. No other teaching exists anywhere, NOT TO MY BEST KNOWLEDGE ANYWAY, telling how the gods are bored to tears with the condition of ENDLESSNESS due to existing in a timeless reality, and how distraction through and by way of GAMES, is the only possible thing to do in order to not literally explode in their spirit. There is nothing else on the internet that tells this truth unless it has ripped off MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what is happening to me right now, before I take this blog any further today, yo yo yo yo yo!!!! Last night, someone put mother fucking rats into my apartment, and I awoke this morning to a giant fucking cock roach on my wall near by bed, staring right at me. I managed to kill the bastard roach, but not the mother fucking rat. I will have to go to PUBLIX later today for some mother fucking rat poison pellets, yo yo yo yo yo, me wonderful kind Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point on games is quite simple. Space aliens would have no reason to be doing all of these things to me ever since I left the great mighty and illustrious COOLEY HHH in January of 1973. Neither would some dude named SATAN with a pitch fork and a fucking cunt eating tail who desires my 'soul'. All of the philosophers since Plato and Aristotle cannot tell me any good logical rational item that explains all of this either. As for the scientific community, they come close but miss the mark. They know the truth in the quantum physics world that all of physical life is an illusion, that there are no solid objects and only an electromagnetic force is solid and real making the world around us feel and appear solid and tangible. Still, they don't tell me why I am going through what I am going through, and why roaches and rats were placed into my apartment unit yesterday by some fat slob pig young pussy next door ILLEGAL GUEST here at my PHA Building!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of these other 4-GROUPS come close to MORIANITY and its full explanations. I do not claim to be the next Almighty All Knowing Patricia Hollister, but Morianity does know quite a lot of fucking wild shit from me, the Mountainpen, and the author of Morianity, and survivor of decades of this incredible and inconceivable hellfire on Earth!!!!!! It is true. What we manage to live through and survive, DOES INDEED MAKE ALL OF US BETTER AND STRONGER, and this is not made up by the Mountainpen and his Morianity, but rather is an old and very accepted term. So why is it totally quiet for one or two days and maybe a very occasional fucking third day, and then KABOOM FUCKING KABANG, all hell-DOGTOWN suddenly breaks loose around me with an irrefutable pattern that has continued along for multiple fucking cunt decades of time now, why, why, why?????? Just exactly WHY JIMMY, and YYYYY oh wonderful 1984 United States Copyright Office of the United States of America, ESMWG??????????????????? Well, I will tell you why. The GASME GAMES OF THE GODS. Only mother fuckign Morianity explains my endless mother fucking DOGTOWN ON THE EARTH PLANET, nothing else does, and for that fucking matter, NOTHING ELSE EVEN COMES MOTHER FUCKING CLOSE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!

The gods are playing their games live as I speak now, as I am getting some more wild bullshit telephone calls coming in here, just as I finished up typing that previous mother fucking paragraph, me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all of this bullshit aside, Mister Henry Great Mailboat Angrymen Fonda sir, and wonderful ONESJANE, who struck me over and over and over the past several days, and why not, but this leads right into the point that I am now about to make? All things in a mathematical universe game, are in obvious patterns and rhythms that ebb and flow and fluctuate and ungulate. Even great wonderful Professor Princeton Einstein knew that much, and was not afraid to tell that much either!!!! I never ever imagine that all of my vicious demonic fucking assaults are in patterns. The timing of when they come are absolutely in a pattern of perfect order. The connection between things also is in that same absolutely perfect order and timing. Why wouldn't it be if we are in a mathematically made cosmos, for heavens sake?

For example we have TWINS. Twins do run in my family, but that is a separate issue for other times and places; huh, me lovely and latengrate Donna Summer? Songs and music, witches and tennis partners, patterns and twins, and yes, everything seems to be somehow interconnected with a powerful cosmic mathematical 'PARALLEL EVENT'. I told Electrician Joe at the mighty McAndrews Licorice Plant on Jefferson Street in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG in 1980, about witches in ATLANTIC CITY, but failed to see the twinallity of witches in GLOUCESTER CITY, as well as YARRRRRR wonderful pirate jokes, and the great helper Mister Santa who helped me mom and I move from Dellway Arms Apartments, into 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, back on the first day in March, in the year of 1975. Now this was only a few years after my wonderful teacher at the Cooley Hall High Hell, Mister DSL, (David Leigh Smith). He insisted that mathematics is always completely impersonal. I later learned, it is not, or to quote the nice lady from the AT&T Annoyance Call Bureau, back in May of 1983, Mizz Blake, “OR NAUT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, Mister Smith, it is most definitely NAUT impersonal, at least not in my life, and not for me. If it is for you, well, Goddess bless you then, oh marvelous great sir!!!!!!!!!

Yes electrician Joe at MAFCO of Camden, back in 1980, there is a witch in Atlantic City, actually two of them are there, Sarah Callio and Paula King. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, Mister Microsoft Spellchecker oh great and mighty cyber-sir, perhaps I should call it the “OTHER-CBS”, but in any event, how about the biggest witch of them all, in Gloucester City, who I managed to completely block out of me whittle mind, me maitees, “YARRRRRRRRRRRR” Mister 'wife hates me' McGinty of 1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all seemed to want to know about 'my problems' back in 1977 at the great print shop, when I was riding the fastest moped in the damn ass galaxy, but then nine years later when you had the chance, poof. Oh well as Ann King Silva might say right about fucking now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only Morianity can truly explain a story like mine over the past 46 years and 3 months since leaving the great Cooley-HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not any of the other 4 great food group of wisdom can even come close to holding one of Patty's wonderful candles from Halloweentown, far across the great frightening woods that lay in-between Dogtown, and Vlamakooshdavile, slightly up into the nestern regions of the mighty Purgatory's capitol province, called Olympia! There is nothing impersonal about math, mister DSL. Even your mighty satellite digital linking name initials seem to be in a major parallel event that supports this reality and truth of great Mister Marcucci wisdom words, so 'tee-hee-hee' Mizz Lilly M!

Oh yes, Mister Crichton sir; Mayor Botbar Callio of beyond the scarey woods and into the furthermost borders of the forbidden parts of Halloweentown is watching us, somewhere. But where are you when I need you, Cuzz Sandy, and twins???? And for that matter, where is Howard Solomon, and where is Patty right about now, since you have so many magical new spins to add to all of this, oh wonderful NEW GROUP, ALPHA-DEEP-SIX (NG-ADS)?????????? Then right about this time each year, I begin cogitating on Misses Marola and her mind boggling insistence of me doing that school play on Memorial Day of 1969, at the great COOLEY HALLoweentown or COOLEY HALL, Sir Microsoft.

So who was the biggest witch of them all after all is said and done, and wondered about and imagined? Then I can ask the next question of the very complicated universe system, mathematically of course; and that is, would it really matter? I mean hey yo, if the entire thing can be accomplished with Telosianism, for pity sake, or MIND CONTROL, from the mighty ESS (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY); then what does any of it matter, regarding precise specifics of absolute fucking accuracy, for crissake??????????? I mean really peeps, what does any of this horrible fucking shit really matter when all of it is said and done??????? We all exist. Time is an illusion. We are all Purgatites having dreams out here in this blown out fucking hyperspace, of virtually limitless parallel worlds, where we visit humanly in our spirit while we do something that the medical world calls 'sleeping'. Morianity is simple and hard punching. No one ever said truth is pretty. Some say it sets us free. In any case, my truth is that for some wild reason, I have had to become totally 100% enlightened while living in a human physical structure (my body), and this is a condition quite similar to mortal mans concept of HELL!

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 Word-Disappearing mother fuckiGN hack was just used on me illegally, in total violation of MY CIVIL AND HUMAN LIBERTIES sir, as a totally born free and legal citizen of this rotten nation, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And no one gives a mother fuckiGN rats ass about why those venetian blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,

“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

“Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!

Well fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me, not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you lovely teen-queen.

Well Moses did his 40 years in the wilderness and I've done my daily 40 pages of blogging. Time for relaxation, if possible. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! It is so beyond unfathomable, these young gorgeous hotties chasing an ugly old fat slob like me in stores, like I'm some dam ass Disney dude like 'THE BIEB'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reverse him and you've got me! WO BILLY HONDA LOVIN' HARNER!!!!!!!!!!

OH BY GASH BY GOLLY, ADVANCED ROBOTICS AND HOLLY AND COMPUTER CLASSES, ONE THING I DO KNOW AFTER 60 MOTHER FREAKING YEARS, AND THAT WOULD BE AS FOLLOWS. ''O—U—C—H!!!!!!!

Thank you for correcting and modifying my dashes and minus signs, oh great Thirty-sixth Avenue World Owner Transdimensional Lakehouse Residents of Whoopee Goldberg's mighty powerful 'karoo'. Sweetie, none of us have alternate biographies, other than for the Krassle family themselves, out on the Astral Plane, so talk to the collider tunnel people who are searching to find the plank worlds of the gods, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Hay in any event, I suppose we all would rather be, if given the option, a 'sweetie' over a 'sweaty'. Only my wonderful lab-tech daughter could say it so well at age fourteen, but hay Mister Macy, shoot me and take me and Santa to Bellevue Hospital if you wish, but here goes, and you too Mister Gimbel, ''W----O----W!!!!!!!! Isn't it totally amazing what fifty trips around the sun can do to us, such as lovely Maureen O'Hara in the 34^th Street miracle movie verses later in that really cool mid nineties Christmas movie with The Walton's JOHN BOY, and the 'OTHER' Christmas Angel, an entire decade before I even began to blog, while at the Highview Apartments of the mighty magnificent WILL-I AM-ST-OWN. You better bet she owns it all, this is the simulation video-game of a beyond hot incredible teen queen goddess. It makes me laugh when people talk about giving stuff to 'GOD'. We don't have the power to give GOD/ESS anything. SHE 'OWNS' her own simulation for heavens sake. We can try to give back such as 10 percent tithe or a more generous offering beyond that, but even if you and I were to give away all that we had, it was not what we had, but what SHE gave us to begin with. We can only give back to this incredible being. I learned that a long time ago. She doesn't want to own the land, for crissake, dreams and mountain tops all aside, she does own the land, forget you Oprah Winfrey, you don't even blow in HER WINDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh mother fucking SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!

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Hay Billy Mummy, from The Twilight Zone shows, WOW, really cool stuff, me' friend. No Hershey bars or paste in pages, you're thinking maybe? No, you can have all the PIP's in the world, and here is one now for you and anyone else who isn't afraid of going off-diet for a short while, yummy yummy joy, High School Musicals and Paramedic Walt Disney from WW-2, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So who's your best buddy, Jack Klugman or me, dude???????????????? AHA-AHA MMCN!

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When I started early in June of 2010, at the Harvest job, through the Federal Stimulus Program and the AARP Foundation, out of the Port Saint Lucie, Florida, Office; some things happened, that were not all blogged. The reason was simple. Time was and is, limited, and there were just too many incredible things going down all around me, as they always seem to be for me, as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and also, under this horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE, that Cousin Donald in his blissful ignorance, used to, and maybe still does; refer to as the 'MASON CURSE'. Mason and Eastman lineages joined up with the great Huntington family, but it was the Huntington family who came directly from the Stuart line, and before that, the Carpenter line; back to the Lord or (SAR) Jesus himself, and the great King David of the Judah Tribe, even before Him. As for returning to the topic at hand about middle 2010, if you archive back in this area through my many blogs, at the GOOGLE OWNED, URL ADDRESS of: http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ folks, you'll unmistakably see that so many powerful things and truths all connect into the past fifty years of my hellish nightmare life, and started re-centering up here in Florida after about a half year of residency down here at the time I left the White City section of the great Fort Pierce, Florida, for the 26^th Street Hood, and the Harvest job, through and via the AARP. There were several huge things happening. Also there was a merging of holograms, proving to me that even though the movie of the nineties called, “The Truman Story”, and a great movie shall I add, and a 'must get' for my MORIANS; BUT YES, THAT EVEN THOUGH I PROVED TO MYSELF THAT THE MOVIE WAS NOT REALLY TOTALLY A REALITY FOR ME, AS I WAS INDEED STARTING TO WONDER IF I COULD EVEN REACH FLORIDA, AND JUST HOW REAL FLORIDA WAS FOR ME, SHOULD I TRY AND GO THERE MYSELF; A MAJOR QUANTUM DYNAMIC EQUATION; but all though I did get here, and come to indeed reside here; part of the Truman Story movie, was indeed totally a reality, for me anyway. All of a sudden, in a little shit hole 1300 miles from home, is an entire bunch of folks all grouped together, from many of the places in my own past life, such as in New Jersey, and even Hammonton itself, and Suffolk County, New York, with 'DEEZEE SLIM' and his friends such as EXTREME FIGHTER David, and then there were many male and female persons, young, old, and all in-between in ages, who also seemed to all have a past and many a recent past, in all of these areas. It used to scare the hell out of me peeps, as remember, Dawn-Marie King had threatened to kill me if she ever finds me down here in Florida someday, and she had not died until New Years Day in 2011, and I did not come to learn of this until Ann called me after both my daughter's friends first called, then she called; and that was after I dared to call my wonderful friend, Sheriff Monks of San Mateo County, out in Kali4nya. I only did this because I had powerful evidence that time traveler Boom Boom, had been hacking into my computer, and my keyboard and screen was literally one and the same with his, using some very sophisticated worm virus allowing this to be done. This is even discussed in that episode on the world famous television show called, “Law & Order”, now defunct, as it was obviously there to do its job, and let me know major stuff about me, and my past life; and then after that; like magic, Merlin, and Poofagazam, GONE, after 22 frikkin years of greatness and super entertainment. Do I believe this can be any kind of a coincidence since this all started right after my initial visit to Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, in Camden, New Jersey, on the 5^th day of December in 1989? Well the answer would be folks, a very RESOUNDING AND EMPHATIC *****NO***** and hopefully I've made my frikkin point, YO. Many huge things happened while I was in that very short time period in my life, working there and living in the great HOOD section of the great illustrious FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, BRO GREEN bright lawns, and frog switch bay weed suckers. The time on Hutchinson Island South Beach, with the giant girl flirtation attack, was part of it; but major stuff all ready was underway, from attacking my car before I could move out of WHITE CITY, Jewelly Viqueen Copyright, to the strange sixteen year old blond with the baseball sized bicep muscles from Burlington's High Street Printing Shop, where I was employed as Franklin some time ago, in the early eighteenth century, working with and for, my mean brother. There was my daughter and her banquet feast “DREAM”, there was good old annoying “Trinidad SAT” come on, must we be educated all the way back into the first grade, or even kindergarten to see we just add in the AN, after-all, between Ann and Sat? Or said better the other way around, and I was being spun around on a hot pike, and completely grilled for somebody's supper, as this all goes beyond just amusement. Someone wants my life to end here in this world, and so do I, unfortunately, yet that is not going to be an easy task to perform. Not with the WORLD LABORATORIES up in the future, and lovely Donna there, retracing me over and over again in retaliation for what I did to her, as her mom claimed all along, but being out of time sync in 1980, the interaction with Misses Gaines, never made any sense to me back then. We can discuss how I was set up, as well as how a horrible father/daughter team wanted to get me fixed up with a mentally challenged woman who we will call Winnola Smithers, to keep things as the Dragnet peeps would say, changed to protect the innocent, DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-------DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH. At least I don't have to put anything ON TOP with this, huh June Grantwars? Let's keep things civil around here, Mister President Lincoln, YO!!!!!!!!!!! No, things have happened to me that tell me that Patty Jane can believe all he wants, what he believes, maybe he is right, but this is ONE HELL OF A GREAT PARLOR TRICK. Still folks, the only way to make it work in the way of the great hand throwing game of rock/paper/scissors/light-fire, of pipe experts, and time travelers with adorable kids; is to then be satisfied that OK fine and dandy, why then am I the pivotal point in this entire universe, as I would have to be, as it stands to reason, if all of this trickery, and time, and effort, and energy; is being continually wasted and expended on little old nobody me; nobody in as far as Wall Street and Bankers would rate me on some business balance sheet, hay, I am a child of the goddess, even though technically in HER present incarnation, I also double up as her dad; and I have no less or no more worth, than all of you garbage 'cappies' on the street there at B&W, in Manhattan, YO.

I would bet my bottom dollar, and even my bottom itself folks; that peeps are all waiting to know what I asked GAWKY GAUKAUK about last night before retiring off to frikkin bed, and what response I received from my great magical kitty cat. Well, you are all correct, I win the bet, and yes, you can bet your Annie Dreamfields cornfield ass that I asked why the DOW JONES IS AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AND BETTER THAN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO 2007 BEFORE THE ECONOMIC DOWNTURN AND YES ONE OF THE ANSWERS WAS, LIKE YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU PEEPS;

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER” .

So tell me, NG-ADS, are we having enough yet, or do we wish for things to get even hotter and better????????????

Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs, or (L-4); please tell me how you can doubt or beat a system, given to you in what you all think of as a DREAM, as this was given in 1980 to me, and by a huge magical talking BLACK CAT who has the name of GAWKY GAUKAUK for crying out fucking loud peeps; YO; and gives me the answer of PCN-624, when I asked ten days or so back, and I told you I will not insult your intellect, but now I will, as I doubt that anyone got it, when I asked my wonderful kitty cat who is not from this lovely Mickey Dee best hand in Poker world, huh Bobby Vandegrift; YO; who also is known around certain Philly-57 hockey ling-long areas as 'Anti Santa Claus', for doing such nice things in public places. Unmentionable, detestable, and unspeakable of course; but my wonderful oldest daut knows and I know that she knows; yes I asked this magical cat just exactly why the ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA used my 'GITYA' to send me a 1997 message, that it still took me eleven more years to get; and her message is totally true, and no one can dare to call HER a liar, as SHE only tells the truth. That much I will give HER, my hands stay in my pockets however if I have any cassette tapes, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, McNulty boy. Yes not a lot of match list items are in my GAWNUM DECODER BOOKS for the root number of 62, but here are the few, and wow do they matter. No, make that please, WOW do they matter. Jeese Louise Kickacar Fontanna Shannon Surfer Genlow, OH THE GODS, could I type on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON, YO!!!!!!!

You missed me today, Jane Slutface Notfondaya, with your ONES CLOCK ATTACK, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a quarter fucking ass past one, and you missed me by two minutes this morning at eleven-eleven, you evil Uwich. I guess all of the sleep walker PAULA GIRLS stick together, or they should, or else, look what they might do to you, right Melanie? I thought I would die when I saw Melanie after leaving your school, Mike McNulty, in middle October of 1971, AHA. She may have been a hundred feet shorter, but if that was not Paula King's twin, then who is? But then, as do mighty well named once tall and proud towers, no I was not going to say that the mighty have fallen, as they have not; and in fact have one hell of a wild future ride ahead of them, but I was going to say this folks: The only difference is that one girl towered over the other, but take that difference away, and we have a pair of perfect twins. Am I buying all this? Let me ask my L-4, my Morians, my Lessians, and my Inbetweenians, or anyone else up here, do you think for one rotten minute, that I am? Not only am I not, but I cannot say that I AM, because only my wonderful tower building claimer can also make such a claim; and this has all ready been done, and is a matter of public record, for a hundred million plus of all of her fans. I've got your number Sky. You know the boy is a total Nick look-alike, now the girl looks like a combination of you and mom. As I told you earlier this year, MC, they are totally adorable. Saw them the other day swimming in the pool. Why you did all of this to me, only the two of you know, and must live with that for the rest of your lives.

Well, for now I have spoken enough electronic freaking hot air. Let me go, and later, I have so much horrible dirt to throw around for what has been done to me, that it would fill up a frikkin library, YO.

So in moving along, and back in present times; to keep the great and mighty TERRY HARBORS happy, up in Jersey; ''IN ORDER'' when no order can be found, in future times, when so many have become members of the great EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; but yes, while out on my early month first errands as I call them or for short, my EMF-errands, I was somewhat assaulted, nothing astronomical and gargantuan and I've had it far worse, but yes, don't think that while in the Publix Grocery Store, I did not have lots of GIRL ACTION; because YOU WOULD BE MISTAKEN; LOVELY MILITUFORCE-OTAMM-SUCM! Now how's that last sentence for quintessential sarcasm, and the 'lowest form of wit', huh Mister Patty Jane. Still, I was one of those few, who did run far away, and I will keep running away forever if I have to; from my family; and from their hell; and the entire entertainment industry. It seems to hold the average folks of this pwanet spellbound, congrats to you all. Me, don't make me throw up, AGAIN, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!! Thank you, dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

16 TIMES FREAKING OVER, YO YO YO YO!!!!

BUT WHO IN JESUS' NAME IS POWERING MOUNTAINPEN, POSSIBLY YOU GREAT SSJKK? Wouldn't that be nicer than an old sixties song, Ziggy. Oh well, TTWIG-IIWII and we don't really need Fort Meade, Maryland, USA to decode that little initialed code, do we??????????

This is what I would have said to my lovely awesome lightning goddess if she had twisted her way down to my town, only she didn't:

''Thank you so much beautiful lovely Diana, for coming over to visit with me all day long. Your lightning is beyond hot and colorful and dazzling, and I would add in electrifying, but it would make me appear a bit dorky. Anything that I can ever do for you, just tell me, my endless lovely girl from mortally 1983, and immortally in eternity''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, It's a blistery 85 degrees right now in Fort Pierce, feeling like freaking 87 with a 63% humidity, 'WO' BILLY-H!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No it isn't, not yet aniwho, but the weekend average high for the town is dam close, and maybe easily that bad down to my south. Speaking of which, I was calling a number backward, don't ask, me and my hyperspace travels. It fucked me up[, and I thought Mikey had vanished. When I called the right number, there he was, fucked up as usual, but still on this side of reality, you know, looking down on green as opposed to looking up on brown. Yeah, I tell shit straight up and don't often mince words. Sound familiar, as lots of my family are the same way, maybe just a little better behaved because they know that they have to be, huh 'familiar' Tony BJ??????????

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Gender	Male
Industry	Non-Profit
Occupation	paranormal researcher
Location	hammonton, new jersey, United States
Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. Fun is replaced with 'intense'.
Interests	I close my mind to nothing
Favorite Movies	all old movies
Favorite Music	most old music
Favorite Books	gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother. Also folks, at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry lovely TWINBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 3, 2015,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 67% AND IT FEELS 85

A CARBON COPY OF YESTERDAY, AND EVEN

HOTTER PREDICTIONS FOR TOMORROW.

TODAYS TEMPERATURE RANGE (H-81/L-72).

WINDS ARE SOUTHEASTERN AT 19, GUSTING TO 26.

At 1:25 PM Sheriff KJM of SL County, FL, USA, kind sir; I AM GETTING A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT, OUTSIDE OF MY MOTHER FUCKING WINDOW. Things have gotten really nasty ass again; maybe you just let some real dirt bags out of the county hotel, who knows???? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!!! This is ABSOLUTE ELDER ABUSE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

United States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:

[ 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

COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR

GN ground, and that is a nice friendly kind promise, WEEEEEEEEEE! THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . Folks, I am one cunt lapping angry human being. I have had 60 years of my life wiped out and totally fucking destroyed, by a bunch of sick sleaze ball wild travelers, not that I hold blameless those in body, here, of course all legal systems and courts would, my problem, and anyone else's who gets too seriously into exploratronics and Morianity, I would suppose. Still, it really is not the faults of many of these living people. They have doubles of themselves asleep in parallel universes, dominating them, and they all got together and formed a tight little, LET'S HATE THE GUTS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR SOCIETY. I basically, am one totally fucked human being, at least I know it James Garrigan from 1970, right? Every man for himself, right, Bob Madison, any relation to the President around Monroe's time, YO? TEE HEE HEE Lilly Munster Shipyards Andrews. Chemtrails or no chemtrails, I am planning on checking out this methoselioma shit after I shortly see me' ol' dock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I am wrong, I ain't perfect, just a human being, right Bruce Pennock? Hay Mizz Leo, cut me a huge fucking break, OK? Well, it is time to crash into bed and be with my wonderful baby blond. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW. I AM NO LONGER SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, NOR AM I LOOKING TO ESCAPE AND RUN AWAY, MY BEAUTIFUL ELECTRON! Folks, please do not get me fucking cunt started on MORIANITY'S major truths because I am hungry and tired and need to relax, or at least try and fucking relax. If the Sheriff can keep these horrendous fucking dirt-bags off of my back just a little bit, maybe, just maybe, I can relax a tiny little bit. Oh well, Ann King Silva. Oh yes me folks, I am most definitely for real, and this fellow is not for Tom Reale, not at all and not ever. I hate chill-mo mother fuckers and think that they should rot in DOGTOWN for ninety MK. But thanks for the good PR old pal from COOLEY. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM I hope the new AG won't hate me as much as the old AG, Mister Wirtz, if you're still out there somewhere, and on this side of the damn graveyard. About the Attorney General
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This fella is MOST DEFINATELY 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 guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. 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 . Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended .

Well peeps, it is time to say good night to all of you and also to lovely Carol Burnett. How I always loved that great television show, and now enjoy the great reruns on the great and marvelous WE-TV, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes folks, I will add in here, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and no more BUTTERCHEESE for me, but yes, Merry, I will do you that favor and not talk so much about alligators and reptiles, so sahwee yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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