ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD-S

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 24th 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 HEART AND HEALTH, 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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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. As I speak now at 12:37 in the goddamn asshole afternoon on this mother fucking rotten horrible FRIDAY the 24^th day in May of 2019, A FIRE ALARM IS NOW GOING OFF, BUT THAT IS ONLY THE SMALLEST PART OF THIS MISERABLE BITCHING DAY; KIND SHERIFF KJM SIR!!!!!!! Every single morning this week,these mother fucking ILEGAL PEOPLE in my next door apartment, number 605 hammer very loudly on my wall, and it never stops, even after reporting this to the cunt sniffing office. They did address the rodent problem, sending an employee over to properly bait six traps and place them strategically around this rotten ass apartment. So far, nothing. He came over right after I posted the previous blog. That was a nice quick alarm, as it is now deactivated at 12:45 this disasternoon. Let's get down to mother fucking cases here, Mister Russ Thaxton and Mister Tom Glenn, and maybe some other 'FIRE and FIRE SONG' survivors, yo! 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. Oh boy, here it goes again, the goddamn fire alarm is sounding, and I spoke to soon, and now it stopped again. I will bet these mother fuckers are testing it again which means that I will suffer with this off and on sound for half an hour or more, these pricks do not miss a trick when they are determined to mother fucking persecute me to death, yes, they are testing it and it is going off and mother fucking on, sir Sheriff. Yes sir, we had mothers who gave us some great advice, as well as great words of 'Marcucci's great wisdom', so I will let all of that be for right now, Mizz Latengrate Doris Day. WEEEEEEEEE THAT, sir Chester-Frank. Yes you said that you know who you are. I am very glad that you do, old pal. You may be one of the very few persons on this ball of blue and white puke who does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12:55 P.M., May 24, 2019, on an early FRIDAY AFTERNOON

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I am under another death assault today with ROACHES, MICE AND RATS, NEIGHBORS BANGING ON MY WALLS; the whole mother fucking 'kitkat and kabootle'. 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. I was goddamn getting away from this illegal personal assault and hack, but it has returned to me beginning two days ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shall we now return to the discussion of the great and mighty and absolutely illustrious Patricia Hollister of Gloucester of the late sixties and into the wonderful awesome days of the nineteen fucking dick eating seventies!!!!!!!!!

Yes Tom Glenn, it was indeed time for another great 'fire song' to come out. But then you seemed to know quite a lot of other interesting things, and in fact, looking back now into the nasty ass fucking total mess, you seemed to know way too much that would make any real sense in a logical rational world, unless of course, you already were in with good old Patty. After-all it was you who told me that opera was such a wonderful art form, and even got me listening after that, despite those late night crazy fits of the awesome Haddon Hills lady, Misses Maria Stromyer, from 1967 and 1968. My mom and I played a cool game when I was in my late teens, where we would imitate something said by a person who we both knew and were aware of them saying that thing, and then the other had to guess who it was. I told of aunt Geraldine Snow Mason who told me in the summer time of the year 1971, “Spare me Mahk, spare me”. Oh dahling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEIT!!!! My pal Mister NG-ADS told me late last year that some of the groupation that is studying Morianity and discussing it on a regular basis is of the belief that my mom shared these stories during coffee breaks or lunch breaks at her shipping company, with the really cool coworker office lady friend of hers, “PATTY”. Don't think for a moment he said to me, that she wouldn't have laughed with her over all the characters we knew, including the imperfect Bruce Allen Pennock, who of course back then was 'only human'. And then later became one half of the two crazy cursing dude crackpots from New Jersey, under the rule and reign of the great Almighty WFMU Internet Radio, and the mighty Mister Jason Forrest 'other' Harrah Donna Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event after he said this to me, he then added, “See how it all fits together”? Well, actually I do, but there is a ton more of this dogshit from DOGTOWN, AKA HELL on the Astral Plane or the Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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. Hey I do not want to feel eclipsed, even during great solar eclipses, but when all of these things are added up together, kind and wonderful Saint Lucie Florida County Sheriff Mascara sir, the facts honestly do become quite inescapable, yo yo yo yo yo, am I really so goddessdamn wrong and imperfect here????

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

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Another thing that some of this group of fantastic folks believes, or so I've been told by NG-ADS, is that Patty H is most likely a friend and or associate with the 'stranger on the beach', if I am so permitted to address him that way without offending or exciting the great ECK-MASTER, Mister Sir Sri Paul Twitchell. I speak here of the man who I have called “the alchemist” on several of my blog entries throughout these past thirteen and a half years now. Looking back at all of these things now, I am sure the United States Congress has had some deep loud belly rolling raucous laughs over the day at the Williamstown, New Jersey town meeting, when Bob Andrews came over and I introduced him to my mother, and never said this is the man who sang my two country songs on those demos in 1980 as well as in Albert Pileggi's band in 1975, bringing me to the powerful point of how the human brain can become manipulated into forgetting and suppressing many things, and then maybe, just maybe oh great wonderful Sheriff Mascara sir, they eventually find their way back to us through what these wonderful ECKISTS refer to as 'DREAM TRAVEL'!!!!!!!!!!! I of course speak of the 5^th day in October in 2008 while living in the magical windy house owned by Judge Frank Raso of Berryville-Hammonton, New Jersey, hanging in there or NAUT, oh mighty goddess, PAULA WAYV FIREQUEEN KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My cum-puke-her is acting up, and this is when I can totally know that HALLS HALLoweentown FAWCES and the watcher/controller MILITUFORCES as well, DON'T LIKE WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT I AM TYPING AND SPEWING OUT TO THIS DUMB BLIND INNOCENT ASS WORLD, OH WONDERFUL SHERIFF KJM, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I plan to hang in here, oh super girl goddess queen PAULA KING, but thank you for the vote of confidence for my old ex-town, yo girl!!!!

Tom Glenn insisted that I was queer because I wrote a song for a female vocalist to sing, and the words sounded somewhat 'fruitish' for me to be singing. No matter how I explained something as basic as this to someone who knew the industry and the bizz swell enough to know that songwriters do indeed write for both artist-sexes, he just kept acting as though I was lying. Now my mom worked in an office and everyone knew that I was fully grown and most likely they began to wonder why I was living with my mom and not in some relationship with a woman. I was getting older and older and things did not change, and 1975 turned into 1980. We all know the story, and the L&O folks can tease me and poke fun at me all they want to, and it won't alter the mother fucking facts of me being under this wretched Huntington Curse!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not ask for any of this turd eating mother fucking shit, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm getting a left side death angel attack at 1:42 PM, Sheriff sir, and I am getting these passer-by attacks from this fucking death angel, Mortimer Mortino constantly and continuously, Sheriff Mascara sir, and always have when things are super fucking bad for me over a long stretch of goddamn time!!!! But back on 'pernt' now Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, oh wonderful awesome Mister Norman Leer; all these hot shot fucking people know each other, know of me, and sit around laughing at me like I am just a pathetic little worthless pig. I won't lie to you Sheriff Mascara kind sir, I am real sick and mother fucking tired of being treated like endless stenchy fucking dogshit! I am good enough to steal from, good enough to get their kicks from, good enough to injure and torture, and harass and persecute, but never good enough for anything at all that has any goodness attached to it, just endless mother fucking agony and suffering, at the hands of absolute quintessential subskummite filth lapping milf-gilf diving jag-off pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!

In-between 1975 and 1980, I was still visiting my old school chum over at his Barrington, New Jersey house on Beaver Drive, Mister Bruce Allan Pennock, the imperfect only human dude who was picked on constantly by the great future FCC Chairman, Mister Bob McDowell, who moved with his family from Gibbstown, New Jersey, to Fort Wayne, Indiana, somewhere in middle or late 1973. His entire family, as is and was the CALLIO FAMILY, into the government, either locally or federally. As I speak, I am getting another music assault with blaring sub-woofers outside my apartment in some illegal automobile going by, at 1:50. I have said it before and I will say it again, to you boy, thrill and joy all notwithstanding, lovely Patty, four out of the following five items simply cannot nor ever will, properly explain why I am going through this endless fucking assault and total absolute destruction on my entire life!

Allow me pweeeeeeeeze to reiterate this:

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

THANK YOUUUU, MIZZ HARLEM SUGAR HILL.

Across the hall from me, the illegal cousins of my triad nabe thirds, are in some illegal bicycle business that I am quite positive is not at all legal. Then I have another third of these ILLEGAL-TRIADS next to me running some repair shop in there, endlessly hammering. I thought it was coming from above me, but yes, above me can be annoying as shit also when they have a mind to kick in with their TRIAD-THIRD of this horrendous mother fucking deal here in this nightmare PUBLIC HOUSING shithole, yo!!!! Sheriff sir, I have already found the place that I will be moving to, and it won't be for a while as I will be eating chicken soup and saving my money until I can get the hell out of this rotten horrible goddamn place.

Oh boy, are things just about as bad as they can get, and I'll bet dollars to fucking donuts Sheriff sir, that it has been been Patty Hollister all along, pulling all of these crazy things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She has major supernatural friends such as the stranger on the Atlantic City beach, and think about it sir. This wild dude on the beach and Patty, and her teaching me the NEO-HO CHANT and bringing me the fantastic FASCITAR, all was happening around me at exactly the same point in time, Senator Watergate!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW ALL OF THIS NASTY-ASS SHIT, YO!!!!

The two times where I was kind of escaping the mighty HUNTINGTON CURSE, in 1977 while at the Westville print shop called MARS GRAPHICS and later by nine years in Atlantic City in 1986, when I was doing my gambling professionally in the casinos, and I WAS NOT ONLY STOPPED, BUT THEN AFTERWARDS, I WAS SERIOUSLY AND SEVERELY PUNISHED!!!! It seems that I am absolutely NOT 'PERMITTED', by my snooty Uncle Heinz Gottwald, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Baby-Blond, LI, New York; to ever ever make any money at all, and then I am the fruit and the dumbo short bus for living with my little fucking mommy until Paula King fucking murdered her the day after 1997 Christmas, with that ZOMBIE SLEEP ASSAULT, leaving her forever under the control and spell of WITCH PATTY-PAULA, and her MILITUFORCE PALS FROM DOGTOWN and the BRIGGBASE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot make you believe my nightmare true story from hell, but hopefully before 2020 comes, this NG-ADS may come out of the closet to contact you in my favor and on my behalf. Who knows, I can always daydream, huh NANA HUNTINGTON, unless our teachers suddenly shock us back into reality again, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Where there's smoke there's fire, kind Sheriff, and we all know this, especially LEO's such as yourself. I could not possibly have made up this story that now is called MORIANITY, both online as well as in the great powerful UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE. Of course we all know now that this is all changed, and we live in the Divided Parties of America, not the goddamn United States, so this would be the Divided Parties Copyright Office up here in 2019!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 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
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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Lovely LIGHTNING. IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990!Laugh if you ******* want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now, dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother fucking treated all over this shit chewing hyperspace.

I am back on that train again, reliving for the two hundredth time give or take a few times, this nightmare looped life. Oh I know quite well how some have questions for me, who have managed to go to the LOC, and read my 1994 book, “TPB”, in Washington 13-600-DC. Folks, I do not claim to know stuff, only to be able to shuffle lots of pieces all together and play with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The Ultimate Super Sleuth, could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the great United States Copyright Office know a few powerful truths from this so-called work of fiction, the main one being, 'it is no fiction'. Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true **** in the life of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF I AM LYING, MAY I BURN IN HELL FOREVER WITH B.K., HUH OLD PAL, SENATOR KENNEDY!!!!!!!!

Will Morty Mortino ever allow me to escape?

“HERE WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!

“HERE WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!

“HERE WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!

“HERE WE GO”, UNITED STATES © OFFICE!!!

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So just what was happening around the time that I left high school at my special-ed school called 'Bancroft' for 'exceptional children'? Well, several things were going on that were more visible although when living through these times, I experienced that typical effect we all know as not seeing the forest from the trees, and then also, there were a few very outlandish and more invisible powers or HALLS-FAWCES that were most definitely at work with me, YO!!!! A silly puss eating child most likely knows that we can spell a lot of this out with the letters 'Patricia Hollister'. But going on further will take a mountain of time and type, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there also is Atlantic City, although we all have probably figured out by now, that Patty from 'anywhere she wants to travel' and Paula from Atlantic City or 'any other place she also may wish to travel', is kind of like Clark Kent and Superman, and don't scoff off the comparative made here, because if this is not some kind of a SUPERGIRL, then just who and what really would she be, CBS NETWORK?????????

Yes great Senator Kennedy, I am glad you believe in this almighty being just the way that I do. And as Goddess SSJKK is my witness, if this story is a lie in any way, MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS HERE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, IN 10 TIMES WORSE PAIN AND HELL, AND THE REST OF ETERNITY MAY I BURN IN ENDLESS FIRE AND HELL AS WELL!!!!!!

The absolute answers will never be known with all of this. Still, I know a whole lot more than I feel safe to reveal on a blog to an online world, or any world that could care less about my personal safety, and just believes me to be a total crackpot ***hole! So we will putter around with small pieces of chump-change, at least for now. Patty had some very weird stuff on her desk one day at this shipping company office once called Lavino, and after an English firm bought them out, presently called INCHCAPE SHIPPING, or at least presently as of the start of this century. For all I know it could be anything today, as we all live in a rapidly altering world and society. I know that I do not have to tell anyone that simple truth. I know that Patty wanted those things on her desk to be somehow delivered into my hands, but in a way that she could never be held responsible for the event happening. This was some very strange information about a school that today might be thought of, sort of, as an online college. It offered several courses in subjects ranging from mathematics, sciences, languages, and some occult studies. As most of those reading these words know only too well, I chose a section of the last mentioned on that list, called 'The Secrets of the Fascitar'. Only through this powerful item, did many of the present world events around us, really and truly all come around to happening. This much I can safely say without 'crossing over the REDLINES'! BUTTTTTTTTTTTT should I ever tell how my medical condition really and truly came about, and I don't mean that nasty sex junk that I discussed about trash cans, over at the Medical Research Institute; but if I were to get into all that I know about why I choked to death in 1983, went to hell, and came back as the Chosen Huntington; well, let's just say that 'things would get rather dangerous for me around here', real quickly. Sounds like Jimmy Olson and I need to have Superman fly over right about now, and help us, here in Greengrass County, in or near, or maybe far, from all great lakehouses anywhere! In any event, even Lightning told me to 'BE CAREFUL' when dealing with Patty Paula, sort of like other PP's out of my more recent past nightmares. 'Oh well', Ann King! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

OCTOBER 2, 2018,

TUESDAY AFTERNOON, AT 2:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 83 DEGREES FNHT.

TODAY'S RANGE: (H-86/L-76).

HUMIDITY IS 72%.

HEAT INDEX IS 86 DEGREES.

WIND IS E AT 3 MPH, WITH GUSTS TO 24.

RAINFALL TOTALS TODAY ARE 12 CENTI-INCHES.

Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy. The best that I can ever hope for anymore is one or maybe that freaking occasional two day period of some relative peace. It is so damn unfair. I am not twenty or thirty or even forty. I will turn age 64 on the fourth of damn December and I am a totally screwed up old frail pathetic man! Why can't these rotten bastard pricks just leave me alone, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir??????????????????

Remember that old ad on the idiot box for the United Negro College Fund, that came on over and over, saying, “The mind is a terrible thing to waste”? Well it is, and for anybody. Dawn King was the absolute queen of wasters. Many only waste a little bit. I try never to waste anything, as that is simply how my mother brought me up to be, as we were always totally dirt ass poor, and I have been totally dirt ass poor all my life, under this monstrous and horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point here is not so much about waste or the mind being wasted. It is about the way the mind works. I feel that people who don't know some of these facts, are automatically wasting their mental faculties. But then that is just my opinion, although Mashell Daniels back in 1980, indeed told me that I was entitled to it, praise the gods and goddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what facts am I discussing here? Well, the powerful truths about how metaphysics is a very real and true item, and how our minds seem to totally connect in and through this magical kingdom that's only fractionally and marginally understood by the masses of the population. Does anyone remember the old saying in metaphysics? You know, “Whatever you can conceive and believe, you can achieve”? It is absolutely true, but only to a powerful point of reality. If the great HALLS-FAWCES line up intentionally against you, with the absolute agenda of destroying every single thing that you would ever attempt to do in your entire mother ******* life; then all the damn metaphysics, and Fascitar's, and Patty Hollister's in the galaxy, will not be able to break this barrier of monstrous evil darkness! That indeed is just reality, son, and Mister Dennis Snyder, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if I did not have these HALLS-FAWCES constantly and continually wiping me out, day and year in and out for 64 freaking ass years, BRAH; I would be a multi-billionaire, have a great wife and family, and all of the happiness and peace of mind that is guaranteed me under the great United States Constitution, only this of course for me is one great big ass total lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mouse hacking had backed off for a while, great wonderful FBI, ACLU, and others; but it is coming back this afternoon, YO!!!!!!! Aniwho let me get back on pernt here along with Mister Bunker-Queens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OH BOY, WHAT A BUNCH OF MOTHER FUCKING DOGtownish DOGSHIT THIS NIGHTMARE IS. LIKE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0---'PEEKAY' RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.

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NOVEMBER 1969

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DECEMBER 1969

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JANUARY 1970

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FEBRUARY 1970

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MARCH 1970

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1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

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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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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-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 22^nd 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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

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.

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! About the Attorney General Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida About AG Pam Bondi Photo Gallery Official Photo Office Overview Employment Public Outreach Programs Programs

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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!!!!!!!!!

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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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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

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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• anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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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!!!!!!!!!!!

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