Friday, July 26, 2019

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, A3





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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

SECTION-A3

5:00 POST MERIDIAN

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

26 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG





Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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FROM THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC)

REPORT FOR FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPA, FKA (FORMERLY KNOWN AS, THE USA!

WEATHER REPORT AT 4:48 P.M.



Temperature:-----------87 D.F.

Heat Index:--------------94 D.F.

Humidity:--------------61%

Sky Condition:-----PTLY. CLDY.

Winds:----E. AT 13 WITH NO GUSTS.

Predictions: STORMY FOR A WEEK & HOT.

Moon Phase: WANING CRESCENT, 3:7











Another morning of super loud hallway and door activity. WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? Oh boy!!!!! I knew if I said that I stopped playing hypothetical roulette, that I might just be able to cross over the four digit total profit barrier, and yesterday, I managed indeed to do so with a ninety dollar win on the $10 BBL. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Here are the past five game RRB (random-row boxes) displayed numerically, followed by game profit or loss, total game profit, and the CAF equation:



#29----6-4-5-5----+050----0940----$32.41

#30----5-6-3-5----+050----0990----$33.00

#31----3-7-6-4----+090----1090----$34.84









I managed to finally legitimately cross beyond the three digit profit barrier. I fully believe that this obstacle due to major MILITUFORCE NEGAMAGGING, would NAUT have been crossed if I had NAUT totally LIED AND DECIDED TO SHUT UP. I always come back eventually, to amend my temporary false claims, as this is sometimes the only fucking way to obfuscate these horrendous monstrous HALLS-FAWCES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been screwing around with this beyond fucking outlandish dog shit now since the middle eighties. I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING THE DOGTOWN ABOUT, despite all the naysayers of the EARTH-PLANET, YO!!!!!!











JULY 12, 2015,

SUNDAY MORNING AT 10:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR-------(H-83/L-70).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 90.

WIND IS SW AT 6, GUSTING TO 7.




NO IT'S NOT REALLY PAULA KING DAY OF THE FIFTEEN YEAR FOLKS, BUT NOTHING EVER CHANGES FOR ME. YOU ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW, AS I TOTALLY KNOW MISTER WILLIAM ISLANDER JOEL GETS IT, YO!!!!































This is ridiculous”!!!! “WOW and how”, lovely 1979 Joanna. So sue me, Pee and Merry, as I may not eat Mac and Cheese, but we sure sold it up at the old Harvest Store, now turned into the UP Store, or the (United Against Poverty) charity, we all know and love, WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! LIGHTNING is coming around now at 37 minutes past five on this Friday evening of the 26th July day, here in the year of 2,019 of the Common Era. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and like WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










Leave it to this time of the year of course. After-all, this may not be the twelfth day of July, ladies and gentlemen, but still Lenny Brisco sir, I had that wild experience in the hyperspace with Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, screaming, “SHARK-SHARK-SHARK”, but in Gloucester, and not Babylon, L.I.N.Y.-U.S.A!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,

When things endlessly and totally mother fucking suck a ruptured prick for me, day and night relentlessly, for nearly sixty-four years now, Mister Marcucci; there is a lot more going on around here than just varying towns and varying distances. How about same exact faces, and much much much more, John-Richard? If soul travels Mister Twitchell, fine. If we are guided by AAT's, fine also. But then folks, there is always the steering bend of sometimes to the right side and sometimes to the wrong side. If carbon is not in the nuke mix, then this is just fawces of polarity. If carbon becomes present and develops a(C-SQUARED-DIVIDED) club membership, and becomes part of the STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND) system, then what was merely positive and negative polarity turns into righteousness and evil. Stay stupid and ignore me and disbelieve me folks. It does hurt me I'll admit you, but it also hurts all of you as well, I PROMISE YOU THAT, PEEPS! Boy oh boy oh boy.







It is muggy and misty, but as Wendy up in the hood said in September of twenty-ten, Fall is coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's the weather information, folks, Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!













SEPTEMBER 4, 2018,

TUESDAY MORNING, AT 5:42,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 97%, AND THE

HEAT INDEX IS 87 DEGREES.









BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT peeps, regarding the previous paragraph, and quoting that lovely Discovery Zone female employee from around the time of the millennium turn, “I DON'T DINK SOOO!!!!!!!!













How does one fight an all mighty PINK GODDESS?????????????? Dirty dishes and all other things notwithstanding, and before they shortened that really cool TV-AD, where the ???????? question marks were on both sides of her arms; she looks as close to Merry at that age as Marcucci did to Lennon, at any age; oh great and mighty and very mysterious Cooley Hall High Hell, 'HUH CHER'? That really pisses me off. Scum sucking network TNT took L&O off, and has put on that stupid Patty Hollister witchcraft show in its damn ass place, BRO! Oh boy!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!! I'll be a lot of mother fucking loyal ass fans are going to really complain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is my gol-darn complaint, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























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Some mother fucker just hacked my document with the “Delete/Insert” HACK. It is a bear to get rid of it. I'd like to get rid of dirtbag sleazy Bob McGuire, and Paula King, AND Sarah Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe then life would go from Dogtown to Sahasra Dal Kanwal for me, especially if the damn PRESIDENTS-5-CURSE were to somehow kick in. GEEEEEE WHIZ and a great big Gomer GOLLLLLLEEEEEEEY Sarge Carter, yo!











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Weather is “vely vely vely intelesting”, to quote the great ex-Chairman-Director of the F.C.C., Mister Bob McDowell, from his school boy days back in the autumn of 1972.













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All I want is peace, and to be left alone by these monsters and witches up there in goddessdamn Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. The hell with Santa Claus, my two front teeth, or the great know-it-all, Mizz Halloween-H.H.-Hollister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let's both be real bad people, huh Merr?????























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Almost nailed me again, Mizz Weeds-Sleaze Fonda. HA-HA-HA, you missed me, $#%^& &*()%$ @#!%%^&$ ^&(*)^!!!!!! I Talked too damn soon, as MicroSUCKS never misses a damn trick, as a prompt came on saying page eleven of eleven, only showing the dam four ones. Allow me pweeeeeeeze to compensate, me' wuvewee kind lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy.







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How I remember that wild night in Oaklyn, Mister Thaxton, when you dropped by around one in the morn drunker than all the pales of fresh fish in that gereedy dude's buckets over at the Stone Harbor, New Jersey jetty, yo. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!









Some cunt eating puke chewer hacked off my SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM AGAIN, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, YO YO YO YO YO.













I rebooted and the program is working again so if I spell something such as 'fkgjruwyry', then lots of red wavy lines will come on to let me know that the mighty awesome and illustrious PAULA WAYV KING, is feeling very real and loves to endlessly fucking taunt and tease me, after she used me for a damn DNA bag on several occasions, both at age 14 and age 41, the inverse digits, and we all remember the fucking Philadelphia Phillies magic of the won World Series, in both 80 and 08. There is power in more shit than just the blood of Jesus Christ, folks. Diana is really flashing outside me' ol' window, making all sorts of fantastic lovely colors and designs outside of my building here in Fort Pierce, Florida. SHE gets a nice birds eye view of the place, unlike me who gets a tiny view of the surrounding outer area. Still, the building looks really great on the TV-NEWS. WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any case, not all celebratory balloons are HOAXES, and not ALL NEWS is FAKE, oh great CUZZ DON!!!



END TRANSMISSION, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!













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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

SECTION-ZZ

3:36 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

25 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG





Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Thank you beautiful LIGHTNING, for coming over to visit with me again today, this early Thursday afternoon. You are beyond lovely, and white hot; lovely DIANA Z. ARTEEMIS!!! SHE knows that I am suffering under this mother fucking major relentless HUNTINGTON CURSE, and feels very badly for me. Hey world, I feel very badly for myself too and ain't too mother fucking ashamed to admit that openly, 'right here and right now'; lovely Lieutenant Anita VanBuren, of the “L&O” television show, YO!












































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Good old reliable and trustworthy number 27, “little boy”. That's her number, or so she told me in that wild dream at the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! There is a lot more to that story, and I will get into it just as fucking soon as I tell my local county sheriff what is being done to me for the past two days and nights, and yessir Spellchecker, the word 'NIGHTMARES' is totally appropriate here as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















For the most part, this assault and elder abuse on and against me began yesterday, Wednesday, early on with a lot of doors and morning noise. Later on a lot of health attacks on my body followed, done covertly with black file agency technology on the 'majestic-12' top-top-plus secret level. The diareah attack was off the scale about an hour or less after posting my previous blog, Sheriff sir, and then the fire alarm sounded for most of the night. It would stop, and then go right back on, over and over. Finally shortly past four, it stopped, and then came back on around eight. Right after that, the maintenance crew began working at both of the triad-nabe apartments, across the hall and next door to me, slamming doors, and making horrendous loud sounds!!!!! This had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the repair of the fire alarm system, I'm quite positive. I do not buy for one moment that any of this was not direct and immediate punishment for my telling about that wild short Gawky Gaukauk dream from the prior morning, on Blog YY-Section of my Eternal Journal of Songwriter Mark Mud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that it is a direct counterstrike by HALLS FAWCES or AKA the mother fucking evil and demonic (MILITUFORCE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Yessir, I am being picked on and punished again, and don't go fucking telling me that I am just being cunt lapping paranoid! I know better, and so do these 'HALL'S FAWCES 'HALLoweentown' SPELLCHECKER ENEMIES OF MORIANITY, AND POOR OLD FUCKING SICK, DISEASED, ELDERLY, AND PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!











Diana, the Goddess of Lightning and the Moon, told me long ago, that “Her number is 27”. This is literally the number of electricity which as any electrical engineer knows only too well, seems to do a lot of things in pairs of threes, and what is three to the power of three, but good old non BUTTERCHEESE number (27)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to that, Sir Chester-Frank. Three cubed is a fascinating number indeed. For those who know anything about the story of the great inventor, Mister Nicola Tesla; he too was told about the significance of this number, from “other-worldly” sources and forces, MISTER HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With me however, this holds a major significance not at all connected to Mister Tesla. For him, it was part of some huge equation that helped him to invent a machine that eventually could send electrical power by signal instead of by wire, just as cellphones and TV and radio and internet all now works through. With me, things were more Mister Marcucci-oriented, or so I believe, as far as the significance to that number. Lightning, unlike Mister JL does know the future, but you may be thinking of an ordinary non-ESS member human JL, and the only way this all fits and works, is to believe that he, along with many other so-called 'magical people' in my life throughout the past five decades now, are all a part of this powerful and inconceivably wild group that my Morianity has named and labeled the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Lightning already knows tomorrow because the electron in the antimatter structure of reality, is actually the positron in antimatter space that is traveling in a reversed direction to our forward concept of the space-time-mind system, here in matter and forward direction. To quote Mister Roddenberry and his crew, and lovely Whoopee Diddly Goldberg, we can think of this, with or without the help of marvelous and great fiction writer authors of the nineteenth century such as Mister Samuel Clements, “Time's Arrow”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again with another major fucking WEEEEEEEEEEE!











None of the ESS shit is as important however as once thought it to be by Mountainpen and Morianity. The real kicker in and throughout all of this nightmare and Huntington Curse, is made up of the same thing that is also behind the Westmont 1966 SHADOW MONSTERS that would stalk me in nightmarish hellish dreams as a youth of 10-13 years while residing at Donna Summer's fantastic other time and place apartment, that was really happening this time and not just a goddamn fucking dream, huh lovely disco queen. WOW, you go girl!!!!!!!!!! Yes peeps, 'thisssssssssssssssssssssssss' shit, Mizz Erica AMC-1098 SNAKES; is all about the TELLOSIAN MIND CONTROL, or as my wonderful never revealed publicly book from 1994, explained and harped on, with great repetition, called, “The Permission Barrier”; the tool and device used by the great Astral Plane God Apollo-Lucifer and his LAMBRIGG CULT crew of assistants, or (demons-fallen angels, etcetera), the ETTOS, or spelled out, the Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Rottenberry, WAS THE EQUATION ALL ALONG, and also was the reprogramming of the android race so as not to allow the 'old ones' to rule with iron fists, that always would lead to chaos and ruin, of all types of civilizations, just as in that great TV-SHOW with Nurse Chapel, and who was actually Mister Gene Roddenberry's wife in 'real life', whatever the fucking hell that truly is anyway, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











ETTOS is the whole thing. Nothing else surrounds it, and nothing else can ever belittle or discourage its truth. Therein lies the whole nightmare to al of this mother fucking beyond hellish dogshit. When the MILITUFORCE wishes to attack and injure me, they only need to use the great Tallos-4 technology, or should I amend and correct that to “MISUSE this incredible technology!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The problem here is that people have no clue that these words tell a major true tale and that all of us are in more danger at this moment than ever before in the mother fucking history of human civilization!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am just as powerless to stop any of it, as I was after June of 1980 to try and stop THE FUTURE from happening with all of this cold and cruel machine and non-human new world we live in. America will become its first victim, and then other good things will rapidly follow. Lambrigger Satan Trump will lead the charge, just as he has done to me since the early eighties, and beginning with his first major strike on me at the Hammonton Texaco Gasoline Station, with that drug whacked ETTOSIAN-MIND-CONTROLLED “JERRY CHARACHTER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes poor Ensign Wesley Crusher, and without any crashing cursed non-Huntington meteors; it was up to you and me, and you managed to succeed where I failed. BUTTERCHEESE and a great big super hyper ultra BIG ASS BUTT; your stuff was Hollywood scripted!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER STOOD A CHANCE, OR AS THE ASTROLOGERS MIGHT WORD IT, 'IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE STARS AGAINST ME FROM THE GO FUCKING BAT'!!!!











All of humanity rests on only a few major things, and the human race, although they appear to understand the domino effect of various things in life, never seem to connect the dots in time to be effective in counteracting huge evils blindsiding them before all is lost and it is too late. A famous World War Two general always talked about those two powerful words, and my kid did the very same thing to me, reminding me of the male nurse from Philly before she was even born, who told me that sometimes in this world, “we only GET ONE CHANCE”. In many zillions of fucking parallel worlds where the Presidents-5 of the TPB book does not kick in, in time, something known about by President Abe Lincoln although it never became public knowledge and is kept in powerful hidden family closets, that is until my 1994 TPB book was copyrighted, but in parallels where this does not kick in before January of 2025, humanity is lost forever, to the DEVIL HIMSELF, just as scripture warns about so intensely in the great HOLY BIBLE! I merely am stating historical facts fr5om a point of future dated reference in a fifth dimensional Whoopee Goldberg 'Caroo' standpoint, so don't take this as anything other than my stating facts from a future point where all of this becomes history. Still it saddens me beyond mother fucking words to sit here totally knowing so much while being absolutely powerless to stop one single thing, and it is truly 1980 all over again for me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love Is For Carpenters, the song; attempted to warn people of this current horrible day and time, of impersonal uncaring machine run take over, also known as (AKA) Wesley Crushers Star Trek Game. A place where I would be scared to total death of sending my kids to school, and soon avoiding public places entirely, because my evil half government up on Crapitol Kill has been paid off entirely by the Redneck Gun-club Sicko's. Whoever thinks that a huge new age American civil war is not going to be an absolute reality, is the quintessential fool of the 21st fucking cunt century, and THAT MUCH I WILL SAY. I really saw this back in early June of 1980, and all before suddenly finding myself at the boardwalk intersecting place at Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, DPAESMWG, where lovely beauty queen almighty goddess Paula the King sang that LOIS FOCA SONG TO ME, sending me awake afterward and into a life that would never ever be the same for me again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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Oh yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT MIND CONTROL, and guess what Sheriff KJM sir, this was quick and fast and super hard pounding enemy retaliation! I FELL UNDER ANOTHER NASTY DEATH ATTACK ON THE GODDAMN TWENTY-FIFTH DAY IN APRIL OF THIS HORRENDOUS ASS YEAR OF TWENTY-NINETEEN; absolutely mother frikkin' brutal pummeling hell was applied against me, against my health, against me with noise, and against me with some more nasty video cut out assaults on my PUSSY CHEWING CIVIL LIBERTIES, OR LACK OF THEM, DESPITE MY BEING A LEGALLY BORN AND FREE CITIZEN OF THESE ALMIGHTY UNTITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!













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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 JULY 24 AND JULY 25, 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, CAUSING ME A MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS, A MAJOR HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTION IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN, AND AGAINST MY PROPERTIES AND UTILITIES; 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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Maybe you let some nut case enemy of mine out of your county jail recently, sheriff KJM, but in any event, today was really quite bad and Dogtownish! The video cut outs have returned recently and for about the past ten days or so are back nasty ass all over again, me kind wonderful sir. Literally, I could type on and on ABOUT THIS HORRENDOUS EVIL SATANIC ELDER ABUSE, and none of it would or could be happening now or all of my entire life, without the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL MILITUFORCE and their demonic mother loving milf-gilf riding MIND CONTROL (Star-Trek-Tellosion Tactics). If I am found dead in this stinking rotten public housing apartment building apartment sir, I promise you under sworn oath of Goddess and Nation, this is absolutely real and true, and MY BLOOD SIR IS ON YOUR HANDS AS MY COUNTY SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











NG-ADS told me some wild things back earlier at the beginning of this year that I have only touched on lightly a few times on earlier writings. I speak of how if my writings were all condensed and abridged to where lots of people read the basic story of the life of Mountainpen, and were educated and well spoken peeps; they could all write one hell of a powerful and interesting book report for a college thesis, should that ever be a literary requirement for course credit someday. He told me that one person already had come up with a fantastic brand new possible idea and concept of things around me, based on the Terrorism attack on myself and my mom, as well as the girl who attempted homicide on me as well as the gentlemen whom I was with that day at a Super-Walmart store, both events within a year or two of each other in time sequence. Further, he stated to me that tying in the Chinese girl possible time traveler, World Laboratories, and then Atlantic City people who seemingly are all tied into all of this nightmare mess of floating turds; plays out into a mind bending new twist of possible nightmare junk that I may be involved in. He went onto say that his alternate spin on my reality includes things that I have not yet even thought of, or at least not yet told, on any writings. By summer time, he is going to complete this 'book report-thesis, and then NG-ADS will bring over a copy of it to my apartment. This should prove vely vely vely Bob FCC McDowell intelesting, to say the very least; Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USA!!!!!!!!!!! He ended by telling me that it will include many new concepts that I have seemingly missed out on seeing, or who knows, maybe blocked out from my conscious mind as more repressed memories, such as my road trip in Baby-Blond, New York, in the end of 1972. Godda admit, life and symbolism is beyond goddamn super ass fascinating, yo!!!











Just in case it concerns the mighty Astral-Plane Authority, known by a handful few Earthers on the temporal realm here as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, I admit that I have never yet told a soul on blogs, or in other other human way as of this date, at 3 of the clock in the morning, on 26 April of the year 2019 of the post common era circa; all of the things that I know about both THEM, as well as all of the connections with THEM and MYSELF, both here on this physical plane of existence called human life, as well as back in the Plankatory, (spirit world). I know for a total 100% fact, that the Millionth Council uses Mind Control in numerous ways against the waking world (humanity) of this Earth-Planet. I also know that they have rigid and austere methods of operations, and why, because THEY WORK! When something is not broken, DON'T FIX IT. Stick with what works, and copy success. If the ruling Purgatites believe fully in this method of operating, then by the gods folks, you all should employ these same methods as well in your own lives. Jesus Christ, what are we, a bunch of total friggin short-bussers? In my life here as Mark Wayne Mohr, I have been targeted by this horrible bunch of bottom feeding subskummites from the spirit-world. I realize that the educated peeps insist that I am talking dinosaur here, and they call themselves the Ancient Astronaut Theorists, and that's all fine and well, whatever floats your boat. I know what is real and I have lived through enough total dog shit to drown a solar system. I am not saying that this groupation of aliens from the supernatural spirit world (Astral-Plane) cannot descend into our reality with abductions and weird flashing lights and giant round hovering saucers, and all of this and a whole lot more. I am not saying this, because of course they can. They can do unfathomable goddamn crap to us, any damn ass time they want to. Look what they have done to friggin' ass pitiful pathetic me for crying out louder than crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I have learned to see patterns, and have come to observe how they follow a strict set of repetitive rules and regs. With me, in order to keep my entire life down and oppressed and unable to escape being around low life criminal drug addict type persons who do nothing but hurt me and damage my stuff and steal from me and on and on, all they have to do is keep doing the same things to me that they know for sure will always work, and this is what they do. They endlessly set up circumstances around me so that things will only stay endlessly hellish and bad for me, in places where I try to live and exist, where I try to earn a living and work, and so on. They make sure that I have no social life, they make people hate me without reason or good cause, and the list goes on and on, and yet it is one simple Tellosion tool these prick bastards always keep using against me, and that is MIND-CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!! Not my mind, but the minds of those around me, neighbors, coworkers, bosses, authorities, do you get it yet, you assholes all over the world, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!





















































Good old reliable and trustworthy number 27, “little boy”. That's her number, or so she told me in that wild dream at the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!





















Thank you beautiful LIGHTNING, for coming over to visit with me yesterday afternoon. You are beyond lovely, and white hot; lovely DIANA Z. ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












































To access the first part of Morianity where, to quote lovely 'Dark Shadows' Mizz Sabrina Collins can be absolutely and perfectly quoted here, “It all began”;

MERELY CLICK THE LINKS, YO!





















I can quote the great Mister McNulty as a young teen lad with his famous Alligator Haters Anonymous, or the also great and more recent Mister Arthur Crane and just say “SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, no matter what I do or do not say here, things are what they are, and the mighty and illustrious KING CLAN know it all only too well, and made that claim to fame also, YO! Things are the way they are for reasons, and I fully concur with the great Mister Einstein when I proclaim that I vehemently do not believe that GOD THREW DICE with all of this mother fucking bullshit, back in the beginning, as per our human and mortal frame of reference, as in truth, in a timeless purgatory; THERE IS NO BEGINNING, OR ENDING, TO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really just IS, and so yes Dawn-Marie mahm, “It is what it is”, SIS! WEEEEEEEE THAT, Chester!











Temperatures have been sizzling hot all over the eastern half of this nation for some time now, and good old Florida is no exception. Today managed to be mid nineties and feeling well over a buck in most areas of the Treasure Coast where I reside. At a quarter past one in the afternoon, according to THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC), here in Fort Pierce, Florida, yesterday, the wind was blowing WSW at 8 with no gusts. It was 91 down a couple degrees from a half hour earlier, feeling a rounded perfect dollar. The barometric pressure was 29.96 and dropping, and the dew-point was 72 degrees Fahrenheit. The humidity was 54%. Isolated storms were predicted with 30% chance of rain. Actually within a couple of hours it totally poured like it was going out of style, and lightning was awesome with beyond incredible colors and designs all over the skies right outside of me' ol' sixth floor window here at my public housing building, YO! The predicted low close to midnight was showing to be 72 degrees. For the most part, this all came to pass. I don't think it did so in order to fulfill any biblical prophecy, and merely was the result of a great and accurately predicted weather channel.















My health has been hit, with a small bowel hit and a larger heart hit. This bowel and heart health assault on me all started after unidentified flying ships and other unknown aerial vehicles began following and stalking me back in the year of 1986, BRRRR!!!!!!!!! The day before yesterday, I had a 'wellness-visit' at my PCP doctor, at 2:30 in the afternoon. I boarded my elevator here at the building to go down to the lobby from my sixth floor, and the goddamn thing got stuck. Other too have been getting stuck. I was fortunate enough to have the door finally open back up on the same floor, number six. The box did not move at all and all of the buttons were totally not working. However after pushing them for about a minute or so, the door opened and I jumped the hell out, and managed to walk down the stairwell, and made it on time to my doctor. Oh boy, & WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT; huh Sir CHESTER-FRANK??????????? WHAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy Wonderfulife! I do not know how far away my troubles are going to be soon, Mister Marcucci, but I do know that this ain't fucking cunt Pottersville. This is still goddessdamn fucking Bedford cunt chewing Falls, New York, or as the unhappy women might say, “No asshole Mountainpen, it is Bedford Hills”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop staring at me through those wild round eyeglasses, Count Cuukie, or give me 'great wisdom' concerning any unborn dauts from magical fucking school hallways!!!!!!!!!! TANKS YO! If some teacher/educator, here in Saint Lucie County, and in the present time year of 2019, yanked a student out into a hallway from a classroom, and said, and I quote, “You know Mark, you could be a father, chronologically”, I know that the Sheriff of this county would take that extremely seriously. So again with a big fat ugly super hyper WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! But what needs to be listened to here is not the message, or even the messenger, believe it or not. It is 'Thisssssssss', Mizz Erica Snakes: HOW could he have known in October of 1969, such a mind bending super secret, unless HE TRULY WAS JOHN LENNON and remember folks, my mom's boyfriend back in late August of 1969 saw a photo of that Beatle at a local shopping mall's record store, and when he came back to the apartment in Oaklyn where I resided, the DELLWAY ARMS, he said to me and I quote, your teacher next year looks exactly like the guy”, and then he sort of smirked and shirked it off. What actually happened is that a week before my mom and he went over that day to the Cherry Hill Mall up there in Jersey, he had taken my mom to a pre-school-year parent-teacher-meeting at the COOLEY HALL, where he had met Mister Count Marcucci for himself. All I am saying is why was this alien force or groupation so fascinated with me, my family, me peeps, my kid in the future, and all of this? Also, who out here believes for 'one damn second', Admiral Whalespock; that this dude would take me out into the hallway that day in school and just say this to me for absolutely no rhyme nor reason? TEE-HEE-HEE to all of you, Mizz Lilly Lilliputian Munster Livery Service of all great King-Gates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Lots of death angels are around me again. Not as bad as when the death siege is cooking on WHITE-HOT-SQUARED, but it is bad again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Weldon Saunders was another magical type of person, like the great Atlantic City beach alchemist, and the lovely and super cool Patricia H.H. Hollister. This dude worked with me in 1987 before I worked at American Honda in Mount Laurel, NJDPAESMWG, on Gaither Drive in the Mount Laurel Industrial Park. This place was only a mile from the great house that my mom and I rented from the real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, in 1983, after leaving the illustrious 1802 non-Beekman ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. Fourteen years had whizzed by, and “lost and alone here I cried”, but not for the reasons listed on my copyrighted 1997 song called, “THANX TO THE SHADOWS, written a solid decade later on. Mister Saunders could hear the death angel too and he buzzed all around him quite constantly just as he does with me. WOE WIZ ME, Mister Crichton of the mighty and vely vely vely illustrious WALT DISNEY CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!


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Every night just about, I have nightmares where I'm either in Atlantic City New Jersey, or else I am in Philadelphia near the subway station at 16th Street, right outside Steve's stoop and apartment, that I visited in 1974; the dude who was so infatuated with lovely Patty Hollister H.H. But several nights back while standing right there on Steve's stoop, alone but not lost; Sarah Callio Skunkbreath, and Paula King Slimelips; suddenly a man walked up to me and asked me if I had some change to spare. That is a typical occurrence in any parallel world in any large city such as Philadelphia. I thought Steve was around but he had disappeared back inside of his apartment building. I went to dig into my pocket to give the beggar a few quarters, and I pulled out a piece of paper that said and I quote, “Your friendly prophet who comes to your building will be punished for telling you too many things”. The flip side of this small notebook pad sized white piece of paper, said, “Gawky Gaukauk and another professor friend of his, know many things, and you are not to tell Earthers about what they've told you”. This was about three nights ago. When I went to get up just yesterday afternoon at about a quarter past noon, I fell back to sleep for five minutes or less, and suddenly I saw these two professor entities from the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province, Olympia, in the Purgatory (Astral-Plane). The one who was not Gawki the panther cat, handed me another note on the very same sized paper that also was white, and it said that, “Folks just north by woust of Halloweentown, in a place called Embagalakatauke City, will be very angry if I tell anything more”. I do not know yet what they are referring to. I also remember the very top of the paper page that was handed to me, and it had a name heading. It read TECK BAY, Professor Luquilla Yazzatan. As I typed this out, and I don't give a mother fucking rats ass who calls me a liar and refuses to ever believe any of my wild tales; because Almighty Jehovah Pink Goddess knows it is all true, but someone just struck my computer with a really strange and wild hack. Suddenly the print was all weird and arranged all fucked up. I had to reboot and repair a lot of the shit that was effected, all the shit that was after the cut and pasted or (CAPPED) Copyrighted junk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















Oh yes Mister commenter, tell all of your great wonderful 'Cali' pals all about me and make a lot of money, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS-BUTT YO, you'll never get to the bottom of the powerful Tellosian EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY or its fantastic EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT, let alone any mother fucking PERMISSION-BARRIERS from 1994, time trips from 1996 only lied about and said from 1997, wide angle school bus turns, hypnotizing mighty Viqueen Julie White's, car hubcap smashing Nickelodeons with or without additional nickels being placed into them, or additional weirdo 'O''s from mighty symbolic 'DARK SHADOWS' and great awesome train-dreams from the inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace, YO YO YO YO YO YO. And we all know that I could have typed out a ton of additional other shitUATION shit, huh folks? Oh yes, lovely sir Microsoft Spellchecker, maybe you're even smarter than Patty HH and her tennis lover, oh well, at least he doesn't fucking play volleyball, huh Sheriff. See you at the ballpark, in this, or in some parallel world, oh great sir KJM!!!!! WOW. I am not sure about all of this punishment revelation, but I do watch the news, and boy oh boy do I get fucking paranoid as shit when wild bullshit starts happening around me, big lovely 'O' WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!











WEEEEEEEEEEE, and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey (WOW)!!!!!!!!!! My mom works too late, but thanks for the offer to watch your great television show. I am quite sure my mom would thank you too from her split jobs that I think you know about, Ricktown Manor Restaurant and the shallow borderline area to the property over at the Humelon Forest! This keeps her even busier than her Earthly life did over at that Philadelphia shipping company. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!













From Cooley HHH to Patty HHH, mommy dearest, you and your wonderful office fiends (friends), from the world of all great candy crushes, or just plain old ordinary teenaged crushes. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Tell me this entire thing can be rationally explained WITHOUT USING THE PERMISSION BARRIER; OH GREAT AND MIGHTY CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR ADA MISTER RON WIRTZ SENIOR, YO!!!!!! Ga'hed and tell me that one, YO YO YO YO YO YO! Only the fact that colonies will someday be blasted out into deep space using field travel construction and transport, and then a powerful Galanet, along with powerful scanner/projection AVM recording systems to bring reality all around from anywhere in the photon-time truth of shit, CAN HOPE TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN MY NEARLY 65 YEARS OF LIFE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! Remember Sheriff sir, and other great blogAUDIANS out here, I wrote that powerhouse fucking book in the year 1994, an entire mother fucking quarter century ago, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so don't be so quick to dismiss any of my claims, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out whoever has STRUCK MY HEALTH AND WHOEVER IS MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING HELL SINCE 1986. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. 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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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P





































THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THE FIRE ALARM HAS GONE OFF TODAY, AND IT IS NOW 2:43 IN THE MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR.





I THINK I WILL NEED YOUR PROTECTION AGAIN IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SPARE IT.





THANK YOU, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!















LIGHTNING IS BEYOND BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW.

THANK YOU LOVELY GIRL!!!!!



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