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19 SEPTEMBER, 2019

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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Mountainpen's Huntington Curse:



I have no accurate authority here to tell you one thing. When I do not have my facts as straight as humanly possible, I have learned to just keep my whittle non-Herman Munster mouth SHUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, big O.W.













Know I do not say that everything spoken of on the internet's so-called recognized informational system has to be a hundred percent accurate either. Still, if you GOOGLE the Huntington curse, it is up there, only it is some other HUNTINGTON DEAL, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with me or my family and its curse, that originally my CUZZ-DONALD called, the “MASON CURSE”, and now peeps, I most definitely KNOW BETTER!











Let us speak around this wild topic for a while, me' kind wonderful NEW 'AATS' BLOGAUDIANS. It was somewhere during the first half of 2015 if my memory is serving me half correctly here. I had been LEGALLY kicked off a very needed medicine that I had been taking since the age of twenty eight years and seven months, prescribed originally by some Philippine doctor at the Garden State Hospital in June of 1983, and later was prescribed for me permanently by my family doctor who now would be called a PCP in these 'NEW TIMES' of all great ATCO MUSICAL © COPYRIGHTED PROJECTS, dawned by kings or NAUT, by the name of Frank Addiego, on Park Avenue, in Westmont, New Jersey, just five blocks or so away from the high school I had attended during my seventh and eighth grades of school. It worked and this is why it was given to me. Without it, I was literally agonizingly chocking to mother fucking death. Not one doctor could or WOULD help me, and claimed that nothing was physically wrong with me. I was beginning to believe in witchcraft, and was remembering the great actress Mizz Lara Parker, who played the lovely witch in that wonderful sixties ghoulish soap show called, 'Dark Shadows', where she took a handkerchief belonging to Barnabas Collins, and used it on a voodoo doll to choke him mysteriously, in a hellish nightmare that caused him unfathomable suffering. To this very day, anyone can get copies of this by ordering the box set for two hundred bucks, from the Dark Shadows Fan Club up in Maplewood, New Jersey, or some such place, just GOOGLE up the fan club, it all pops up. When I sought out help from the Florida Mayo Clinic back in 2015, I was told they would not help me, despite me being as dirt poor as anyone can be in this country, and suffering from this unknowns wild condition. The Bondi-Trump NARK SQUAD had stopped me from being able to take the one medication that stopped me from choking to death. I thought I had it people. But miraculously, without the medication, I merely now suffer with an extremely dry mouth, and unpleasant feelings of something being forever wrong, and yet is endlessly invisible and undiagnosable. The conspiracy of placing me into this inconceivable monstrous hellishness now extended beyond just the MILITUFORCE enemies who caused this to happen to me on the night of June the fourth in 1983, but to all possible doctors and hospitals in the medical world. This was and STILL IS nothing less than a constitutional violating human rights violating conspiracy of cosmic proportions, and I will swear to that any time I am permitted to do so, in any COURT IN THIS LAND OR ANY OTHER LAND, UNDER FULL OATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have absolutely ZERO FAITH IN THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM. I know the entire game IS RIGGED, AND CONTROLLED, AND OWNED, BY THE OZ CURTAIN POWERS AND FAWCES OF HIDDEN CLOAK, as are all things in this post RONALD SCUMBAG REAGAN system of these “NEW TIMES”. Still, I believe fully and wholeheartedly that the DREAM REALMS and all of the mind boggling fifth dimensional hyperspace, connects into ONE GIGANTIC TRUE ASTRAL REALITY, as that is where the entire thing all stems and comes from to 'begin with'. When I worked at the RPL Sound place from early July of 1979 through middle March of 1981, I as you all know, encountered a wild young man there. This was after working there only perhaps a couple of months or so, and I am speaking here of the muscleman coworker who told me, “Dude, you're haunted”. This was spoken to me by him after he overheard me telling some of the peeps who he worked with back in the Shipping Department on Day Shift, that I was onto someone there and wanted to know what was being planned, since I was here in dreams last night and saw it go down. I have told and blogged this story over and over again, but it is very powerful because it not only was a part of something going on forty years ago almost to the day now, but it also is a part of things that are ongoing right here and right now, lovely LOO VANBUREN of the great 'L&O' Television Show. Right after my encounter with thissssssssssssssssssssss miniature incredible hulk coworker, maybe a couple months or so give or take, my car was stolen at this sound studio place, and something weird was going down with several other coworkers from my own department, the Duplication Department. The two girls in this area seemed to know exactly where to locate my car, when even the fucking Camden Police were absolutely impotent to do so. I believe that a lot of connections to many incredible things exist all throughout all of this nasty-ass mess from stinking mother fucking DOGTOWN. In the very same way that whenever I talk about certain things on these blogs (BOM) to whoever is out here, it causes MAJOR WILD DREAMS that appear totally connected to what I said before going off to sleep. This of course comes as no shock to me at all. This is the TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect) of Hyperspace Mechanics, discussed very often in my BOM! Now when the police came to the recording studio on that night that my car was stolen shortly after the incident with the man who said that “I am haunted”, they informed me that someone from Mount Ephraim, New Jersey had the very same license number that I do and other matching identification stuff. In today's world, this would be called 'IDENTITY THEFT'. I did everything that I could, to try and get to the bottom of that problem later on, after my car was recovered, and to quote CUZZ-DON, “LIFE WENT ON”, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUT, no one in the law enforcement system seemed to care one bit, nor were they willing to assist me one tiny little bit. I am speaking only the truth here, Sheriff KJM, kind sir. This all happened. If I say something went down on these blogs kind sir, you can bet your home and reputation that it is the absolute truth, so help me PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE (God Almighty)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now to tell about my arrival here in Florida in the middle of December in the year of 2009, after I was forced to literally run away in the dead of night FOR MY LIFE, from the evil sicko Mizz Dawn-Marie King who literally had kidnapped me and confiscated my entire life, along with her horrendous family, OH SIR RUSSELL 1969 THAXTON. I have little respect for separation in time or distance old school chum, because I have come to absolutely respect as well as appreciate the awesome power of both the horrendous mother fucking MILITUFORCE, and those human beings who this FAWCE chooses to operate through and empower with seeming magical abilities and powers, exempting them whenever necessary from the rules that the rest of us pathetic fucking mere mortals must endlessly be under and follow! Another message to the great lady here, mizz Winfrey; LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!









Dawn King's Parole Officer in the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, Mister John Judy, seemed to be a very fine upstanding gentleman. I had met him upon several occasions as I was in Dawn's proximity, and I also met him in person that morning when Ann King and I drove over there to his office after Dawn was really ABUSING ME BIG TIME. When he and the CJS refused to violate her parole as the L&O TV-SHOW makes things like this appear so easy and Hollywood-Phony-Scripted of course, I had to run away that night for my fucking life, as all of you now know quite well. When I was living here about a month in White City at the Manatee Park in a small shitty RV with absolutely nothing to my name by horror and fear and terrible memories, a couple of days after I had AT&T instal my telephone, I called John Judy, and he never called me back. I know I tried him at least twice, possibly three times, but he wouldn't call me back. I needed to tell him what happened. These things and many many many many more, are why I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO FAITH IN OUR AMERICAN SYSTEM. It is only there to work for THEM, and we all know who the 'THEM' truly is. This is the NEW AGE ROYALTY CLASS OF AMERICA, not one single king or queen, but an entire class of nobility and royalty called the mother fucking dirt bag BILLIONAIRES CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!! Only the great and wonderful Senator Bernie Sanders understands just how miserable all of these truths are, but he won't deny them, because like me, HE TRULY LOVES HIS COUNTRY and he wants to try and get it back for us all, BEFORE THESE 'NEW TIMES' KINGS AND QUEENS WIPE ALL OF US LITTLE SURFS OUT FOREVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE COMES MY (`~HACK) again. I can depend on the enemy fucking diseased M2F always using their tricks, because THEY WORK, and they know the power of copying success. Poor people have way too little respect for this knowledge, and yes Mizz Erica Kane Susan Lucci, for thissssssssssssssssssssss knowledge as well, honey cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Back thirty-one days ago, I served one day of Jury Duty over at my local Fort Pierce Courthouse. I told the judge that I was the victim of lifelong crimes of numerous types and that no one would believe me if I told them all of it. I further stated that I despise criminals and that I would not be able to be as fair as needed as a Juror, to any defendant. I of course was politely excused. I told only the absolute truth, Sheriff sir. Still, one positive came from my being given this HELLISH NIGHTMARE ON STEROIDS LIFE BY THIS MONSTER MILITUFORCE. I was able to not have to serve on a trial that would have lasted according to the prosecutor who spoke to us all, about nine days. This was during the hottest possible time that Fort Pierce goes through this year with very high humidity. You can only legally park at a parking garage that is separated by the local train tracks and I already told how the enemies almost killed me by making me sizzle out in a hot Florida sun while a goddamn train blocked my path to my parked car that day that I did serve as a Juror. When our group had to go up the stairs to the courtroom from where we all originally were seated and paid our fifteen dollars, I almost died. My health is very poor, and going up those stairs was hell on Earth. I would have been trampled though if I tried to stop as there was a huge mob of us all going up the stairs at the same time. When I got up there, we all had to stand thirty or forty minutes before being seated. I really thought I was going to have a heart attack. The system is so unfair and so evil. I have a doctor who thinks it is unpatriotic to be excused from JD because of health reasons, and on top of that, the county threatens to take away your drivers license and legal driving privileges if you claim to be too sick to serve. It is not difficult to sit in an air fucking conditioned car and drive to my doctors or to the laundry or the store. I almost fucking died in that courthouse, and yet I obey all the laws of this country all the mother fucking time. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, and a BIG ASAS BUTT but folks; horrible monsters like DAWN and PAULA KING and ROBERT MCGUIRE and the guy who terrorized my mom and me at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center on August 2, 1996, get SCOTT FREE AWAY WITH ALL THE SHIT THEY DO TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This horrible rotten mother fucking country isn't worth a goddamn mother fucking stinking thin dime! When we were all being questioned, I almost shit myself TWICE, not literally thank the mother fucking gods although that too is always in the back of my turd sniffing pathetic mind, but when I heard so many people discussing SEXUAL CRIMINALITY. The topic seemed to come up numerous times, even though this was not a sex crimes trial, BUT A MURDER TRIAL. Some poor pathetic old grandfather appearing dude killed somebody, so it seems. I am quite sure the verdict has to be long in by now, so I can tell you all of thissssssssssssssssssssss Mizz SLEK. All I need is to be a juror on a murder trial with the way I despise people who do horrible things. The poor dude looked absolutely pitiful and I felt sorry for him a tiny bit. Still, without hearing one word, my verdict would be only one thing, GUILTY-GUILTY-GUILTY-GUILTY!!!!!!!!!! How in the name of Pink-Goddess could anyone expect me to feel anything else after all the shit that bad evil people have put me through since I came into this horrible mother fucking cunt lapping world????? The second thing that literally made me almost go off my nut was hearing a dude say that he worked for the NSA. It was like pulling teeth when the prosecutor was asking questions during this voirdire process, of this person, since obviously he didn't wish to discuss what he did for a living. SOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane, now I can absolutely know for sure that at least one National Security Agency agent is living close by in my vicinity. Why the fucking word voirdire is not recognized by Spellchecker is crazy, as I have seen this spelled in legal books, and yet it won't even give me a correct spelling as per their information since they say that I am in fucking error. WOW THAT, huh lovely British moaning Oprah??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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