12:15
P.M., May 22, 2019,
on an early WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD
SECTION----R
I
am under another death assault today with ROACHES,
MICE AND RATS, NEIGHBORS
BANGING ON MY WALLS; the whole
mother fucking 'kitkat and kaputtle'. I have poison pellets
and bait traps out, and Raid has been sprayed everywhere. Also
Sheriff KJM sir, I reported my next door
nutcase nabes to the office, and unlike in the days of the
previous resident manager Mizz Morato, this
lady said that excessive noise complaints will be handled through
her, and that she will do something, so let's see if she does,
Sheriff Mascara, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of all of this shit,
my computer is being fucked with again just as it used to be and I
was getting away from this illegal personal assault and hack but it
has returned to me beginning two days
ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have done some serious meditation and mental cogitation recently, and
have come to see that perhaps, and to quote the great and late disco
queen, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer from the days of musical
antiquity, I “may have to reevaluate”
some stuff. The magical period between the years of 1975
while moving into Linden Hill, through the half decade period
leading into 1980 and moving into Robin Hill,
is where there are not only major fucking things to address and place
on MY LIFE-JOURNAL-SYSTEM, but also,
take out of moth balls, and realize that again, just as three
years earlier in 1972, I MAY VERY WELL BE
BLOCKING MAJOR FUCKING SHIT ABOUT MAJOR FUCKING THINGS, and
especially things pertaining to a very powerful witch by the name of
Patricia Hollister. BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG,
and every time the door bangs from next door come, I seem to also get
another harassing telemarketer phone call come into my Comcast Cable
system house-phone, and I do not think this is a coincidence, and
Sheriff sir, I believe these mother fucking
bastards next door have been paid off by the TRUMP ORGANIZATION
and my personal enemies (one and the same thing ever since early into
the eighties), to persecute the shit out of me night and day without
let up or mercy, and at precise times where the mysterious hidden art
of Applied-Parallel-Event or (APE) so instructs them to do so, as
patterns that last for three and four decades simply cannot be
ignored or written off as some weird never ending series of
happenstance coincidences, yo Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
||CALENDAR
FOR '69-'70||
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0---'PEEKAY' RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
The
mind can block out painful things and in fact does so quite often
according to the APA or the 'sike-industry'
as Morianity labels it in a shortened abbreviation. But the great
almighty sike-industry does not believe in 'other' things that
Morianity believes that pertains to how mind is subject to extreme
manipulation from both our own selves as well as 'OUTER
FORCES'. Religion on the other hand does indeed bridge
this gap and calls it upon numerous cases, “DEMONIC
POSSESSION”. Possession or the taking over of our human
minds by 'THE DEVIL' or his angels, 'THE
DEMONS', is just one way of wording a
powerful item that the great AAT or (Ancient
astronaut Theorists) label somewhat differently, and include
words such as alien influence or intervention, alien abduction, and
other such items and titles. It all can just be labeled, and is by
Morianity, as TELLOSIANISM.
PARALLEL EVENT
is also translated, (Mark
Mohr's mother fucking WORST
NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!)
But then in all mother fucking fairness, so is goddamn MIND
CONTROL, AND TELOSIANISM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
mother fucking thing out there somewhere is using never ending MIND
CONTROL
TELOSIANISM to accomplish
all of these things that have made my life a
living nightmare burning fucking hell, ever since I was born, and
worsening at precise measurable intervals, such as after
leaving high school, after hearing the
cornfield voice that warned me of the following fourth day of
June-83, and again in middle fucking
cunt August of 1986, while
I was residing at 1931 East Marlton Pike, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
USA, ESMWG. Now if anyone else has a better explanation for any of
this shit that Morianity discusses, I AM GODDAMN
FUCKING LISTENING WITH A FULLY OPEN MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I believe in open mindedness and I believe in schools and education.
If you doubt this, ask the great Pennsylvania folks who were in
charge of the Homeland Security after the 911
shit all went down, Mister Ridge and Mister
Kane. The ex-Jersey
governor and I were in touch by letter around the time that all of
this was all beginning to happen in Atco, New Jersey in early-middle
1983. So when I was living at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in
Mullica Township, New Jersey, why did the great windy-house prophetic
dream occur where I was living in my rental home at the Atco address,
which was 134 Norris Avenue, the place owned by real estate investor
Mister Jerry Pliner?????????? You see, just as
police and prosecutors do not believe things to be coincidences, Sir
Sheriff KJM, “I
DON'T EITHER”, me kind awesome sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
may not have all the answers and perhaps I was a very arrogant young
dude of twenty-eight years when I wrote that “GITYA” tune while
living there in Atco in 1983, but as the great wonderful comedian
Mister J. Gleason would put it so well in that wonderful awesome
television show some decades ago, “boom-bang-zoom, straight to the
moon”!!!!
Jane
Sleazeweeds Crumbagdisease just fucking got me again with page eleven
of eleven, and she
is on one hell of a major mother fucking roll of making me see her
never ending miserable rotten shitty face, DIGITALLY REPRESENTED
over and over and over again recently. In fact, I would say this
attack has gone back to days I had hoped were long underneath the
mother fucking cock sucking bridge, but hey Mister Johnny Come Lately
the new kid in town, “HERE
WE GO AGAIN”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-R
12:40
POST MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
22
MAY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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:
1---The
church
2---The
Scientific Community
3---The
Philosophers Club
4---The
Ancient Astronaut Theorists
5---MORIANITY
Whether
our names are Rhonda or naut, Mizz Annoyance Caller Bureau AT&T
Blake, from 1983; let's explore this
some more, shall we! 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.
None
of the first four fucking cunt food groupation items can even hope to
explain these two early morning noise assaults on me,
but yes, MORIANITY CAN,
just as it can also explain why right fucking now, my wonderful kind
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, what just caused my computer
cum
puke her to attempt
to crash for absolutely no Earthly reason, at precisely eight minutes
past ten!!! Again kind Sheriff, it tried to crash, and sir, I
APPEAR TO HAVE SUDDENLY AND MAGICALLY FALLEN UNDER ANOTHER MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING TOTAL DEATH SIEGE, ME KIND SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! BANG-BANG-BANG, these
turd swallowing scum from hell are pouring it on me today, wonderful
SHERIFF SIR. 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.
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 ON
THIS 22nd
DAY IN MAY
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, AND ESPECIALLY THIS
HORRENDOUS FUCKING MAJOR NEIGHBOR ENEMY NEXT
DOOR TO ME, IN APARTMENT
NUMBER 605,
AND WHOEVER IS SCREWING WITH MY PHONE
AND MY COMPUTER,
AND ALL OTHER ENEMIES IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD,
AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING; 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.
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1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
The
mighty 'WITCH' may not have been Sarah Callio or Paula King, but
rather good old PATTY-H. I don't know, and I am not here to defame or
accuse anyone of anything, but to reiterate, I
said, MAY, and MAY
is the operative word,
and I have every right in the world to worry and wonder just so long
as I do not accuse directly without having real court evidence to
back up any claims that I make. When I say things such as the
mighty illustrious United States Copyright Office screwing me out of
my rightful copyright
and siding with Robin non-hill Gibb
the BEEGEE, and his
little gal pal Marcy
Levy, back in 1980;
now this, I can substantiate, and welcome any law suit. I welcome
anyone to sue me, and give
me a chance to tell the world in an open court of law
just what has been mother fucking done to me all these decades, sir
Sheriff Mascara of
my Saint
Lucie County here
in hot
Florida! Now
Patty-Paula and the whole gang is exactly what it is, 'A
MYSTERY'.
This is what my old school scum seemed unable to fully grasp or
realize, and how
time or distance is NO ESCAPE from powers like this,
powers all under the control when all is said and done, of
TELLOSIANISM (Mind Control-34343434). I have absolutely nothing
against these people, but it all falls under the category of the
great misunderstood GUTHERMAN SYNDROME, and we all know this is the
truth unless we are high ranking officers in the Braindead
Society!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People that are involved with me and my life, end up either on the
north pole or the south pole, but rarely remain anywhere near that
gray in-between area. This has been harped on and addressed upon
numerous occasions on many blogs throughout many years now, and all
the fucking Mizz Terry Harbor Eggheads of New Jersey notwithstanding
do not change this, because there is nothing scatterbrained about any
of this powerful and frightening reality. Still,
Russ Thaxton, we do share powerful shit, do we not?
It amazes me that you don't drive or fly down to my town, and wish to
discuss this with me. Your entire life was changed as was mine, very
early in life. Sir Chester-Frank, and your buddy would say it quite
well right about now, am I correct? Like fucking
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Don't forget old pal, I not only blew the count's
mind, but
and yes Sir
Spellchecker of the mighty Microsoft
Corporation,
BUTTERCHEESE
and all big
ass BUTTS as well
from my first two years or so of blogs, why is this story so
filled with inescapable bi-song realities, of the mighty initials
of the great 3434343434343434,
Mister Thaxton? Do you still think I blew Marcucci's mind Russ old
pal, or did he blow all of ours fifty nine zillion times over, yo????
WOW THAT!!!! So why then does doing songs from 'dreams' on electronic
mediums seem to have powerful effects on mother nature and her
weather systems of this Earth Planet, sir Russ? Well old Cooley Hall,
and not Microsoft Halloweentown of Province Olympia, Purgatory,
school chum; why did Patty teach me things like the NEO-HO chant, and
mysteriously bring the mighty Fascitar into my life, back late in
1973???????? We can start looking at things like this by examining
the present times and why my nabes are endlessly making me suffer
with their hellish nightmare assaults on me, or we can examine things
more connected with the times, such as the man of covert mystery on
the Atlantic City beach who has the power to appear and disappear,
just like the great Barnabas Collins the vampire used to love doing,
on that wild and super fantastic television show, called 'Dark
Shadows', back in
the nineteen-sixties, and ending in early April somewhere, in 1971? I
walk back to the rooming house owned by Mizz Salana Dada, on Stenton
Avenue, in Atlantic City, and suddenly, POOF,
and totally without any assistance from moon knocking Mister Jackie
Gleason, I
become instantly enlightened about infinity, and the great cosmic
secret of zero dimensional technology,
called by 'some one or some fawce out there', “THE
LAW
OF
ONE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What other nineteen year old lad goes down for a little mini vacation
to the seashore and has things like this happen to them? Well,
I am not just some lad, am I Russ, old school pal?
Look at the great calendar and yes my friends of the Dick Wolf
television show, Jim Burr worried what I would do when my mom would
die, and yes Sheriff Mascara, I do get around when I need to , don't
I yo???????? Now if you are in touch with these horrible enemies of
mine and Mister Marcucci has come back from the dead with or without
any assistance from Patty's scarey candles, you can always find out
for yourself why I am still running and will be running from these
monsters for the rest of infinity!!!! I only wish my monsters were as
tame as the ones on the great L&O Television Show, may they all
rot in hell with Eddie Newman and Lynn Noonan, and for that matter
Mister ADA McCoy, Mister Robert Patterson Cheatley. I only wish you
had the power to send lovely Diana to me, Miss LN. Exotic Dancer,
SHEEEEEEEEEEIT. Say it like it is, you're a goddamn stripper, yo, and
yes Mizz King, all goddamn fucking rotten worthless Mizz Kings, “IT
IS WHAT IT IS”
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
I appreciate Patty and her friend Santa Claus,
helping me to move from Dellway Arms of Oaklyn, where Russ came over
to the apartment one night, drunk as dogshit, right around the time
Sarah took my chain in 1969, and moved my mom and me or assisted us
in the moving, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of Lindenwold, New
Jersey, USA, ESMWG; and I mean this quite fervently. I am never an
ingrate such as the physically lovely but personality putrid mizz
Dawn-Marie King was, and so I want to thank you if you are out there
reading this, lovely Patty
H. Still, I have your number, and I know that you are behind all of
this shitty fucking hell I am suffering through with these goddamn
Astral-Plane HALLS FAWCES
all these years and decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know this as sure as I am typing this blog out on little black keys
on my mother fucking PC. Did you figure it out yet Russ old CHHH
school mate? Don't you see that they used you to burn my BOOK
OF
THE
BEACH,
so they could eliminate all record of my juvenile version of this
LIFE JOURNAL? Don't
you see what these bastards from fucking DOGTOWN have done to the
both of us? Can't
you see how 1400 miles and four plus decades is of no consequence?
Maybe, just mother fucking maybe if I were on some planet a hundred
light years or more away, just remotely possibly, things would be
better, but even then, I would not want to borrow mob money and place
a fucking wager on it, my pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
26, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 11:55,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-75/L-56),
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, FEELING 76 DEGREES.
I
look very forward to my death. It is the most beautiful possible
thing that could happen to me after 60 years of horrendous mother
fucking hell. Atheists say, WOW, time for your reward, HEAVEN,
eternal
sleep.
BOY, I fucking cunt hope so. Of course I know there is no such things
as eternal sleep, but it makes a great fucking fairy tale, YO!
MY
STORY TELLS ITSELF, so the world can suppress it all they
want to, but just who really is the world? I know the answer, and I
am going to tell you the answer, it is the National
Broadcasting
Company
of America, better known as the NBC television
network. I despise these crumbs, and everyone connected to
them, without exception. They literally want to rule the world, not
by armies, but by a much more influential and easy to operate weapon
with virtually no fall out or consequences to them in any way, even
if it should fail eventually, which is highly doubtful. Literally, if
this was Rome 2000 years ago, in the empire, I would call NBC,
Ceasers Megaphone. They want to dictate to us 24-7-365, what to
think, what to wear, what to say, what is popular, what to listen to
and watch, and on and on and on and on. My hugest disappointment in
all of this, was the computer world invention. The reason this never
allowed me a chance to tell my hell and all about these wicked mother
fuckers, is because before internet ever opened its doors, NBC and
the others as well that shortly followed, totally had their powerful
bicep muscles in a major fucking ethereal choke hold, on the necks of
all of us. If they like you, you stand a chance to at least be heard.
If they hate you, this new tool can only serve, to make things far
worse than the days before all of this fucking garbage was invented
by them and their henchmen. You cannot win by trying to watch lots of
other channels besides the main network number in a local area, such
as Channel-5 here in mine. The NBC is a network, and they have
swallowed up the entire system for the most part, they have the
weather-channel and most of everything else that I watch from time to
time. I am about to start watching ONLY the TBN NETWORK, where they
cannot get their grubby fucking Satanic hands on everything, and
influence it all under their 'Hitleristic' power and domination!
These mother fuckers make me literally sick to my mother fucking
stomach. Unfortunately times change and now
on May 22 of 2019 TBN makes me sicker than the rest of
them with their backing of Antichrist
Trump.
What fucking total losers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
this day, back in mother fucking 1997, my mom was struck with a
mystery illness that took her life very brutally, twenty-six months
afterwards, as she lingered in mental and physical agony during those
months of terror and nightmare fucking hot hell. So happy unholy
anniversary, 12-26-97/12-26-14, or 17 year anniversary. I fucked up
on a recent blog and said that biblical generations were either 20,
30, 70, or 100 years, the 30 was my error, as the '3' and the '4' are
next to each other on the keyboard as you all know, and
I meant 40,
not 30, 'just saying'. When the time is right, I will show you more
things about how being off in a mathematical equation by a few
numbers, all ties together in very wild ways, but I do not know how
simple I can relate the story, but I'll try. Just not right now on
this blog.
Patty
H. is probably the most mysterious and incredible woman on the
entire Earth Planet, surpassing even the mighty Marylou Viqueen.
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
CHAPTER
NAME----
'THE
STOCK MARKET CROSSES OVER 18000'
I
give them glory when all they ever did to me for decades was make
fuckiGN fun of me here and there, and fucking cunt laugh?
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
You
see, if anyone real is out here, somewhere in the world, ld, maybe
in Mother Russia or the gods only know where, this is why no one
is willing to help me. They know all about all of us, and have the
goods on all of us, and if anyone steps out of fucking line in
this evil empire-USA, BOOM, there simply put is just no way to
mother fucking ever win, Misses Chiffon.
You
see, tonight I put this together in a hearts knowledge, where
before this, it was sort of there in me, but in an head-knowledge
only kind of a way. Up-beat attitudes Twinbay, yeah right, you try
it if you knew what I knew, no puns there.
The
great
and powerful StOZck Market. ''COME FORWARD””.
Hear ye hear ye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY DECEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY
END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015, IT WILL BE 25,000
POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. IT WILL CRACK OVER THE 18,000 LATER
TODAY, THIS FRIDAY, BANK FUCKING ON
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER
THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS
MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW
WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND
HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
Hay,
the majority of mother fucking people are never going in the true
direction. If any of you think that the majority of people or
power in the days of 30 AD, were on the side of Jesus, you are
vastly in error. They freed a fucking murderer and sent him to be
agonizingly tortured to death. Forget that this was all planned in
this videogame simulation millions of years ago or more, I mean,
just take the facts at face value, like most of you out here love
to do anyway. People think the majority of people are gun owners,
wrong again. I checked this out for myself.
Sir
James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what
really are powerful LOIS FOCA
AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like
Cuzz Don, you don't give a shit. Folks, why in the name of hell
would I have weird dreams about people I don't know at all, such
as the miscarriage of P at 1802 Robin Hill??????????????? Still
just think I am haunted, to quote
Muscleman-RPL-Studio-1980-guy???????????? The odds that this is
all from pigging out on Kate's pizza over and over, and nothing
else, are quintillions to one against being so, IPYT peeps!
I
have temporary nerve damage and cannot make my normal signature,
and I have cunt chewing fucking bills to pay in a couple weeks.
Also, this is a very fucking cunt painful problem. I believe it
connects to my being cut off medication that I was on since 1983,
and fully plan to engage the services of an
injury attorney soon, and if I can't get them to take my case;
I will file myself against the AMA, I have
fucking cunt rights in this cunt chewing evil land, and before you
monster bastards kill me, I PLAN TO GO
DOWN SWINGING REAL CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN ASS HARD; AND
IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
all this hell, my apartment being robbed at least once and
probably twice, since I know I had my most recent forms from the
medicaid office and they vanished along with the copyright
certificate. There's no way this is all not totally connected with
problems that go not only back to 1967 and the Shah of Iran and
Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, but thousands of years before this. I
KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND WOOOOOOOOOOLF TO YOU ALL! If you mother
fuckers had to live through this nightmare hell without end, you
would act and talk like you were stuck in a fucking endless cunt
chewing time warp too. I Tahren-tee-it, George and Reika Gandhi.
!!!!!!!! Oh you had better bet, Mister fucking Ward Cleaver sir,
that this is why their DOW JONES flew up nearly a thousand fucking
points yesterday, people. So don't give me props, I know I'm a
mother fucking prophet, and so do the McDonald Dancers of
Southeastern Moorestown, NJ-USA!
Lovely
Pam Bondi, They
are not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this.
My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me
ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne
Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I
know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are
not going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My
life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever
live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is
over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know
fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not
going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life
as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live
again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is
over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know
fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is
over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Of
course Marylou lived here a couple of thousand years ago, in
Nazareth, and if I want to make some real enemies, I could type a
whole lot more about this wonderful lady, but the mighty Catholic
Church would frown on me telling too many things.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
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9:40
A.M., May 20, 2019,
on an early MONDAY
MOUUUUUUUURNING
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD
SECTION----Q
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PARALLEL
EVENT
is also translated, (Mark
Mohr's mother fucking WORST
NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!)
But then in all mother fucking fairness, so is goddamn MIND
CONTROL AND TELOSIANISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
dirt bag monster asshole neighbors next door in
unit 605 HAVE BEEN MY MAIN
ENEMIES RIGHT ALONG FOR YEARS NOW,
SINCE THEY CUNT LAPPING MOVED IN HERE. They woke
me up this morning at about five minutes
shy of nine hammering super fucking
loudly on my wall. I am willing to bet a million bucks that
they are not doing anything at all other than FUCK WITH ME, and that
they are not fixing anything nor hanging a series of never ending
pictures up. Most of the time that I have been thinking that this
hammering is upstairs, it seems that it is all coming from next door,
and that is the true one and fucking cunt only, “HAMMERING
HARRIET” of the goddamn joint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
mother noticed it and said to me one day many years ago, “Why do we
always have to get one rotten nabe who annoys us without let up, no
matter where we ever go or how hard we try and escape
it?????????????????????????????? She was right then, and she would be
totally mother fucking correct today as well, Sheriff sir, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo, and YYYYYYYY??????? Because some mother fucking thing
out there somewhere is using never ending MIND
CONTROL
TELOSIANISM to accomplish
this. Now if anyone else has a better explanation for it, I
AM GODDAMN FUCKING LISTENING
WITH A FULLY OPEN MIND!!!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-Q
10:03
ANTE' MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
20
MAY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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:
1---The
church
2---The
Scientific Community
3---The
Philosophers Club
4---The
Ancient Astronaut Theorists
5---MORIANITY
Whether
our names are Rhonda or naut, Mizz Annoyance Caller Bureau AT&T
Blake, from 1983; let's explore this
some more, shall we! 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.
None
of the first four fucking cunt food groupation items can even hope to
explain these two early morning noise assaults on me,
but yes, MORIANITY CAN,
just as it can also explain why right fucking now, my wonderful kind
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, what just caused my computer
cum
puke her to attempt
to crash for absolutely no Earthly reason, at precisely eight minutes
past ten!!! Again kind Sheriff, it tried to crash, and sir, I
APPEAR TO HAVE SUDDENLY AND MAGICALLY FALLEN UNDER ANOTHER MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING TOTAL DEATH SIEGE, ME KIND SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! BANG-BANG-BANG, these
turd swallowing scum from hell are pouring it on me today, wonderful
SHERIFF SIR. 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.
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 ON
THIS 20TH DAY IN MAY OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, AND
ESPECIALLY THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING MAJOR
NEIGHBOR ENEMY NEXT DOOR TO ME, IN APARTMENT NUMBER 605, AND WHOEVER
IS SCREWING WITH MY COMPUTER, AND ALL OTHER ENEMIES IN MY
SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING;
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.
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
I
know fully well that this loud noise assault on me that started
morning, carried out today BY THIS NUT CASE UGLY FLAT SLEAZY SLUT
NEXT DOOR IN APARTMENT #605,
is all because of the stock market, and is being done with Telosion
MIND CONTROL by the evil
wicked mother fucking MILITUFORCE.
This is brutal, and she is definitely harassing me, and I
am going to call 911 in a few moments after posting up, she is
leaving me absolutely no choice whatsoever!!!!!!!! This is total
ELDER ABUSE, and it is totally mother fucking
ILLEGAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
the telephone persecution is bad again, and I am going to be at your
MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE TOMORROW MORNING,
bright and goddamn early, crying my mother fucking eyes out to your
staff. That may be a CAP-JOB (cut and paste), but it is very
appropos, sir Sheriff, as last night shortly before midnight, that
ILLEGAL CALLER hit me again on my cellphone, and I saw on the mother
fucking news recently, this is a scam so that people will be annoyed
and call them back, and like the old 900 numbers of yesteryear, then
the victim is targeted with a charge to their phone service and the
money of course goes directly to the illegal scammer/harasser,
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FINAL
SAFE JOURNAL, PUBLIC, ALL THE REST ARE
100%
PRIVATE, ALL BLOGS END, AND YOUTUBE IS COMING DOWN ALONG WITH
FACEBOOK IN MIDDLE JANUARY.
I
GET PICKED ON NO MATTER WHAT I DO.
PEOPLE
COME ONTO MY E-MAIL AND SAY THEY WANT TO BE A FRIEND ON FACEBOOK. SO
I CLICK THE BUTTON. THE NEXT THING I KNOW, I AM IN TROUBLE WITH
FACEBOOK FOR FRIENDING PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW. I CANNOT WIN. THEY WANT
TO PERSECUTE ME AND NOT LET PEOPLE WITH MENTAL PROBLEMS ON THIS
INTERNET COMMUNITY, AND THEY MOTHER FUCKING WONDER WHY SCHOOLS ARE
BEING SHOT UP, AND MALLS, AND ETCETERA . THEY GO ON PERSECUTING AND
HARASSING THOSE ON THEIR TIN FOIL HAT LIST. THE MOTHER FUCKING BIBLE
SAYS THIS WILL HAPPEN IN THE END TIMES. I KNOW IT IS TRUE. THOSE WHO
ARE GENUINELY GOOD ARE STOPPED FROM BUYING AND SELLING, TRANSLATION;
FROM PARTICIPATING IN THE SOCIOLOGICAL NORMS. FINE, FUCK ALL OF YOU,
GO TO HELL AND BURN. YOU ARE ALL FUCKING CUNT RID OF ME NOW, AND RYAN
WILL HAVE ALL MY GARBAGE CLEARED, AND OFF THE FUCKING GARBAGE
FACEBOOK AS WELL AS YOUTUBE. I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT. I AM DAMMED IF I
DO, DAMMED IF I DON'T, THEY WILL NOT LET ME WIN ON THIS INTERNET
SHIT, SO FUCK YOU! THE COMPUTER WILL BE THROWN OFF THE JETTY, AND I
AM HEADING FOR MEXICO IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY. NO MORE BILLS WILL BE
PAID AS OF RIGHT NOW. FUCK THE BLOGS, AND MORIANITY, FOREVER AND
EVER. BYE BYE YOU JIT BAGS!!!!! The End!
THIS
IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.
WHY SHOULDN'T A
DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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I
have been getting struck hard with one assaults from Mizz Sleazeweeds
Slimedisease Fonda for quite a while now. Here are some mother
fucking FIVE NUMBER STRINGS to try and cunt licking cunt phlegm rape
(compensate) for this hellishness, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALSO, all cunt chewing weekend, my heart was struck hard with MAJOR
MILITUFORCE DEATH BEAM STRIKES, MISTER FUCKING HALL, NOT MICROSOFT
MISTER HALLoweentown EITHER, OR ALL ALLigators EITHER, YO YO YO YO
YO, BUT STILL, I will try and do Merry that favor that she asked me,
and not keep harping on goddamn reptiles and gators, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo, still, Starburn and sunburns from Haddon Hills on Pyle
Avenue, GOLLLLEEEY, yo, I know I am not imagining for one sick single
solitary fucking shit eating seck that I was abducted suddenly while
working at the Griffin Pipe job, finding meself on that bus in
Pennsylvania and ending up in that Atlantic City video room and being
told to “SHUT UP” by those wild strange interdimensional agents
from DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L) while I was being interrogated. I left
the STARBURN BUTTERCHEESE PROPERTY OF PENNSYLVANIA, AND ENDED UP
RIGHT THERE ACROSS THE FUCKING STREET FROM MISTER NON SHANNON
DOGHERTY JENLOW! Yes, they are leaving me absolutely no mother
fucking choice other than to join the largest fucking global UFO
club, and tell them to read my MORIANITY blogs over the past thirteen
and a half twat sucking years. WOW THAT
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big fat fucking SOOOOOOOOOO,
huh Arthur Crane???????????????????? And a big shit eating
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to my old bub Mister sir Chester-Frank, me
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!
This
pig next door is really slamming her goddamn fucking door today to
fully complete her major ELDER ABUSE ON ME, SIR, BUT THEN WHAT ELSE
IS NEW, AS I AM GOING TO HAVE TO CALL 911!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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