MAJOR
FUCKING DEATH SIEGE!!!!
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW,
CHAPTER
000025-B
5:01
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
28
NOVEMBER, 2019
THANX-2-GIVENS
DAY
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
HELP
ME SHERIFF, HELP ME SHERIFF, HELP ME SHERIFF, HELP ME SHERIFF!!!!
THANK
YOU SIR, OR I WILL BE DEAD IN HERE VERY DAMN SOON!
The
scumbags above me at 6 A.M. Are moving fucking furniture AGAIN, SIR!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
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This
is why my mom was totally correct when she would tell me that if I
did bad shit in life, I would always be suspect in bad shit that I
did not do if circumstances were making this appear that I could even
possibly be the perpetrator. I had absolutely
believed that I was HACKED HUUUUUUUGE TIME by the MILITUFORCE.
I was NAUT Mizz Blake. What happened is that I accidentally added in
to the title of my blog, a fifth zero in front of the number 24, my
previous blog and then I thought it had been removed somehow from me'
files. I was wrong. Once in a blue damn moon it really is NAUT my
enemies. But most of the time it is, so as my mom said long ago, if
you do lots of horrible crap to people, then people will think you
did all of the shit that is bad around you. I was going to tell some
really horrible shit as a counterstrike, but now I will merely
discuss a little bit about my educational past while I was a youth,
as many powerhouse things really all does connect lots of
inconceivable shit that's happening tome right to this very day and
hour.
On
my original New Jersey blogs from 2006 through
2009, I talked a lot about my time in school and my education
and all the weird crap surrounding it. Paul Simon the Recording
Artist said it all in his great 1973 hit song, 'Chrodochrome'. When
either one of us thinks back on all this high school crap, to quote
his fantastic song lyrics verbatim yo, “It's a wonder that we can
think at all”. Still, I told many things
including how right after I left the COOLEY
HALL, the entire Philadelphia news
media and television crews seemed to descend on the place, and were
talking to lots of my classmates that were of course still there,
after I had left in the end of January in 1973. I believe
something now that had eluded me for many decades, and it came on me
just past midnight while watching a DVD that I have, a movie we all
know and love called, “Miracle on 34th
Street”. Certain themes in the show just hit me very hard
suddenly, and despite seeing this great movie many times in my life,
POW, it hit me as if Diana had come directly down from the skies and
right into my bed (Lightning). I t was during the examination in
Doctor Sawyer's office, where Kris Kringle (Patty's pal Santa Claus),
was asking him to perform the muscular coordination test and they
were exchanging words. I won't bore you with any more details other
than saying that suddenly I remembered how my shrink Doctor
Jim Garrigan, admitted to my mother and myself, that he did a
thesis at the Camden, New Jersey Rutgers University, and that it was
all about his wildest and most amazing patient that he had ever had
so far in his young career, ME! I
had told him numerous things, and even
though we all know that there is a powerful doctor patient
confidentiality law and even in those days was rigorously adhered to
if a doctor wanted to keep a medical license; there is always
ways for plumbers and leaks to intertwine with otherwise perfect
professionalism and one of these ways is when the world of education
and research studies especially those done in universities, overseen
and grant-financed by governmental or very large business
power-structures; leaks are indeed possible. I can see no other
possible fucking explanation for why my entire life appeared to be
out of control once I left the COOLEY HALL and then saw the media
swarm onto the place and talk with my classmates. Can you imagine
what Bob McDowell or the great now known as Madonna, and so an y
others there might have said about me? On top of that, can you even
begin to fucking imagine, Mister Marcucci sir, just what the teachers
who knew me and told me wild things about my yet to be born daughter
and so much more, were saying about me, and then comes Doctor
Garrigan's College Thesis that I later found out was a major pivotal
connection to his failing his course that year by saying on his
thesis that HE HAD CURED ME OF YOUTHFUL MENTAL ILLNESS. This only
opens up and scratches about one percent of a deep ice berg surface,
just like the one that sunk the mighty HMS TITANIC back in 1912.
Believe me people, this only begins some really powerful new shit for
MY BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and my
MORIANITY. Yes whoever said that
shit about the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL
stuff that I was blogging about back in my New Jersey days in early
Morianity, I am making a lot of this up as
I go along. Life is never standing
still. It moves, yo. I would never deny that powerful reality
for a New York mother fucking minute, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I
can't remember all the things I told to Mister Garrigan, but it
definitely included the Christmas Tree Angel,
the unfathomable chain steal incident,
the entire Atlantic City nightmares,
distance elimination, the
Speedship-Sunram, Timeless
Satellite, and the wild calendars that
McDowell later tape recorded me talking about from his phone
at his house in Gibbstown, NJUSAESMWG, in the summer time of 1973,
while I was attending the computer school called PCI, the great
super-girl Sarah Krassle, and on and on
and on. For all I know Bob McDowell
played that tape for one of those media people that came right there
after I had left and “moved on”. Only
you cannot move on from some things in this life, NAUT things like
all of thissssssss, Mizz Erica
Snakes!!!! Some things cannot ever be
escaped from, like powerful 1983 tunes, and a lot more things,
that to quote another wild and cool doctor, from the ESS-WORLD of
endless mysteries; “Weren't my problem”. To this very day and
hour, something sure is my problem, oh great incredible throat
specialist doctor from Grant Avenue in Northeast Philadelphia,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!
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About Me
- mark wayne mohr
- being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
7:08
POST MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
EVENING
27
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CH. 24
ANY
PASTED IN POSTS WITH OWNER ©'s ON THEM, ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF THE
CLAIMANT, AND WILL BE REMOVED UPON RECEIVING NOTICE TO DO SO.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
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NOVEMBER 27, 2019
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MAJOR
COMPUTER HACKING IS HAPPENING TO ME, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND WOW AM I
GETTING MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING ELDER ABSUE TOO; AND THIS IS A MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE. I WAS STRUCK HARD WITH A CUNT
CHEWING DEATH WEAPON EARLY THIS AFTERNOON WHILE IN BED, AND WHEN I
GOT UP, I HAD TO SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN MY COCK SUCKING SHITHOUSE,
AND THEN I HAD TO TAKE A MASSIVE DOSAGE OF MY METAMUCIL TO GET ME
FEELING BETTER, AS WELL AS GETTING ME SAFE TO OPERATE, WITHOUT A
BATHROOM WITHIN ARMS REACH OF ME. MAGNESONIC WILL MAJOR ASS
FUCKING COUNTERSTRIKE THIS DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, SIR; AND THAT IS A
TOTAL PROMISE!
MY
MAGNESONIC USEAGE IS ALL WITHIN
THE
'LEEEEEEEGAL', & FIRST
AMMENDMENT rights
guaranteed to me under the
American
Constitution!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
FUCKING CUNT MOUSE JUMPING HACK IS MAJOR BAD, MY 'FAST BOOST' SYSTEM
STOPPED WORKING BEFORE I EVEN GOT ONTO MY CUNT CHEWING OFFICE
PROGRAM, AND AS STATED, THE SHIT ASSAULT ON ME THIS AFTERNOON
WAS OFF THE SCALE BAD, PROBABLY A MAJOR FUCKING CUNT CHEMTRAIL
OPERATION WITH THE MILITUFORCE'S POISONOUS COVERT ACTIVITY!
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD?????
IF
THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCKING CUNT SHIT KEEPS ON THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS
GODDAMN BADLY, YO; MY MSTS WILL BE AT THE NEAR FINAL OF ABSOLUTE
FUCKING FINAL RED STAR LOCATION, ON TUESDAY'S NEXT RATING,
THANX-2-GIVENS DAY BEING JUST PAST IT BY FIVE DAYS, AND VERY
APPROPRIATE, HUH YO??? I WANTED TO GO SOMEWHERE FUCKING CUNT
TOMORROW, AND NOW I REALIZE THAT I MUST WAIT FOR THIS GODDAMN FUCKING
HOLLIDAY-HELLIDAY TO PASS, AS FEDERAL HOLIDAYS CLOSE DOWN ALL PUBLIC
PLACES. I NEED TO CHECK ON WHY I HAVE NAUT RECEIVED SOMETHING THAT MY
T.D. BANK TOLD ME THAT I WOULD BE GETTING IN THE MAIL BY THE END OF
NOVEMBER, AND WHEN YOU ARE POVERTY FUCKING TRAPPED, AND STUCK IN A
FAR LESS THAN DESIREABLE NEIGHBORHOOD SUCH AS I AM; I NEED TO ALWAYS
CONCERN MYSELF WITH THINGS SENT IN THE MAIL, AS WELL AS THAT MAJOR
THREAT THAT WE ALL MUST ENDLESSLY FACE IN THESE ROTTEN CURRENT TIMES,
IDENTITY-THEFT AND ELECTRONIC THEIVERY, YO YO YO YO, AND NOW I
MUST PUT OFF GOING TO MY BANK UNTIL FUCKING ASS FRIDAY. THIS OF
COURSE MAKES ME UPSET THROUGH ANOTHER FUCKING
HELLIDAY-WHOREADAY-HOLLIDAY SHERIFF, BUT THEN KIND SIR, YO,
WEIN SIR????????????????????????????
MORIANITY'S
SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):
Week
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 11-26-19
Good
moanin' to the universe.
Here are the stats for this 26th
day of good-ol' wovwee November. Gee whiz, I was in Atlantic City
last night in 5th
dimensional hyperspace, and for the first time in many decades,
talking to a transdimensional Ziggy, who was not crippled there from
polio, who loved jogging, and no longer sat on cardboard pieces on
the beach, but rather, on a very nice expensive looking beach towel,
right due east of the good old Ripley's Believe It Or NAUT place on
the boardwalk just several yards to the south of the great famous
Central Pier. As for Delmo Cifaloglio; we can see a whole lot of
powerful connections through and via the wonderful Lawtronically
controlled, managed, and operated, and Morianity-Labeled JRSS (James
Redfield Synchronicity syndrome). You know, BE REAL here Bob Schleigh
from the great MAFCO place in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, come on
yo. DELMO
My
dance DEMO tunes, the state of Delaware who originally my vocalist
was supposed to come over to the Maxfield Sound Studio in the spring
of 1980, from before being SUDDENLY MYSTERIOUSLY CAUGHT WITH ILLEGAL
DRUGS and totally BUSTED!!!!! I'm quite sure a lot more things will
jump out at me as I go on examining this newest and vely vely
powerful non-McDowell-JRSS deal! My four DELMO TUNES that until vely
recently I called my 4 DEMO TUNES, have many wild connections into
the endlessly unfathomable and quite 'tricky' non-WOMO JRSS, and
countless other MILITUFORCE related items from over the past four to
six decades in my STM interactions, as the Mountainpen, and AKA 'Mark
Wayne Mohr'.
Nov
17,
2019 12:00 PM – Nov
24,
2019 11:00 AM
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sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult
to believe such an incredible reality, back in the autumn of 1970,
that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins
Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. She didn't
hack herself out!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, she was about t appear in a
year or two as our wonderful COOLEY HALL CHRISTMAS ANGEL, and
yesssssssss, Erica Kane, singing Christmas songs to boot. However,
the farm outside of Haddonfield turned that boot into my own personal
DAMN BOOT HILL with a grand total of 3,010 lovely robins, all
TWEETING AWAY somewhere OUT THERE INTO THE NEGATIVELY PROJECTED
PHOTON SPACE OF ANTIMATTER for crissake; me' Unk Jesus-62.
1802+1102+506=3,410
total robins, yo!
Hey,
she didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
THANK YOU FOR TELLING THEM TO 'UNHACK ME', MERR!
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JANE
FUCKING WORTHLESS SLUT NOTFONDAUONEBIT SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST
FUCKING SCREWED ME REALLY REALLY 'NON-HELEN ZEBRISKI' 'GOUUUUUUUUD',
WITH HER MOTHER FUCKING ONES-ASSAULT ON ME; SO I NOW NEED TO FUCKING
CUNT PHLEGM RAPE, OR (COMPENSATE YO)!!!!!!!!
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THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A neg.
& Eye color--green-hazel
IS
SAYING THIS TO YOU BOY,
YOU
BRING ME THRILL AND JOY.
WHEN
YOU JUST TOUCH ME,
WHAT
CAN I SAY?
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 1969-1981
Back
in 1969,
or any other Mike
outdoor grill Mitryk year
that is soon to follow that one; I will say one thing that absolutely
nothing whatsoever to do with thrill or joy or fires or passion of
magical PATTY'S. That is that I do not need the great illustrious
NG-ADS (New Group-Alpha Deep Six), to tell me what I already knew
before I ever met him. The one thing that I never told that he said
to me was some details regarding how he believes certain FAWCES use
people in various ways and that these exact ones that are working on
me to write these blogs these many years now, only want these blogs
written and nothing else at all. To accomplish their laudable goal
and mission, it matters nothing at all how much I must suffer in
order to get it done. Sounds pretty horrendous, and so does another
BIBLE as well. We all know what is getting said and we all know that
things no matter how monstrously horrific they are, MUST INDEED
HAPPEN at least according to these powerful FAWCES, mentioned by
coworker Mister Hall, as well as the great writers of the 1977 Star
Wars Movie. I doubt that the apostle Peter wanted to be all miserable
the day Christ was sentenced to die by the Roman Empire. I doubt that
even old Judas wanted to end up miserable and hanging from a tree. I
certainly doubt that Jesus wanted to die in agonizing and
excruciating pain up on a damn cross. FAWCES make a lot of things
happen, and it seems to this mere damn mortal that no matter how
horrible these events may be, including my Huntington Curse, none of
us have one damn choice in the matter. This of course tells me that
the concept of FREE WILL is tremendously misunderstood by the current
day populations of the human race. All of that aside however, Sir
NG-ADS told me that these FAWCES want these blogs done for some
future generation that's way more enlightened than is the current
one. He also told me that in order to make it happen, I need to
suffer in hellish nightmares. My blogs get way better when I am under
the damn guns of these putrid FAWCES than when I am NAUT, Mizz Blake.
Seems very monstrous mean and quintessentially unfair, ON DAM
STEROIDS. But alas, what can I do? Now that we have established that
I do NAUT know what to do or what to say, with or without any
transdimensional modern day musicals such as the 'OTHER'
HYPER-SPACE-MECHANICS
FROM THE DISNEY PEEPS; let me move still onward with this, as well as
some Storing High In Transport that this all leads into, as we
continue exploring here.
Before I do go on, there are no quick absolute easy answers in any of
this, kind folks, yo, and yes Mike Soft, kind folksinger people like
lovely Melanie Safka back in the early seventies too, yo
BRAHHHHH!!!!!! I say this because there may indeed be a real
powerhouse truth to the NG-ADS dude, and what he said to me late in
2018, here in the PHA Community Room one afternoon; but there is also
another more hidden and sinister part to this wild non singular polar
reality. David Roth recognized this awesome powerful truth also that
I will now reiterate. He believed in NOT JUST ONE FACTION WITHIN MY
ENEMY THAT I WENT ONTO RENAME MANY TIMES, AND EVENTUALLY LABELING IT
THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
after I began the Morianity Blogs later to be referenced as the
'BOM'! When I went to color in the H-S-M
a few lines back and then underline those letters, as shown above, a
faction that tries to discourage my telling what is being done to me
on these damn blogs, screwed with me and made the 'H' letter switch
back to black, totally defeating the purpose of what I was cleverly
referring to here, and we all know it.
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
***********************************************l
the
week ending Tuesday afternoon, 12-03-2019,
&THAT,
I MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE YOU ALL, YO!
DATE---11-27-2019-------
TIME---7:30 P.M.
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WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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 SUPER
BOTBAR 27th
DAY
IN NOVEMBER OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST
whoever
pounded this poor pathetic elderly man with major
health assaults today,
and whoever is hacking
this computer,
and causing
roaches
that never stop, as well as recent
utility assaults
against me, 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.
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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
THIS
IS MOTHER FUCKING WEEDEEKAWUSS LOVELY KATY AND GAL-PAL IN THE
FUTURE OF CLINTON'S GREAT WIFE, 'THE HILL', OR AS THEY MIGHT SAY
IN THE HARRAH CASINO OTHER ATLANTIC CITY CLUB OF ENDLESS GAMBLERS,
'THE OTHER HILL'; as we are certainly NAUT discussing the 3,010
ROBINS, OR THEIR ENDLESS STUPID TWEET-TWEET-TWEETS, OR THE
BLUEBIRDS, OR THE GRERAT SIXTIES HIT ROCK AND ROLL SONGS EITHER,
YO!!!!!!!!! There was a lot of fucking CUM-PUKE-HER (COMPUTER)
HACKING GOING ON, WHILE I WAS DOING THAT PARTICULAR GODDESSDAMN
PARAGRAPH; FCC, ACLU, FBI, STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE IN FORT
PIERCE, AND OF COURSE, ME' WONDERFUL SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, IN ALL
PARALLEL AND ALTERNATE REALITIES ENDLESSLY EXISTING ALL AROUND ME,
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your
interest in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right,
but it is kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts
in a futile attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening
around me, is not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and
illness. I openly admit to mental illness running in my family.
Many diseases do in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart
problems, and others. But, and all butters and cheeses and
parallel world joking aside here; I will never go too far to where
any possible innocent person or persons would be irreparably hurt
by my blogs, especially if they continue to grow in size and
readership. I AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH, and unfortunately, many
times, the truth is anything by painless. Still, even if I do end
up going all the way to the 8th
RED STAR in the Secrets Thermometer Scale (STS) kind people; I
will NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out anybody's name or
reputation. Believe this however, please: If I ever really told
ALL OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication that I would
deserve to have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY PEOPLE ENOUGH
AGONY to where I feel that I would truly have to answer for my
deeds, in this life possibly, and in eternity, most definitely!
Thank
you for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interest
Blogaudian, whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit
my cursing as time goes on, and now that I am being taken
seriously enough so that my numbers are not some third grade
school kid's blog; I will even try that much harder to arrange
things better, and not be, as the great Terry Scatterbrain Egg
Harbor resident would accuse me of being, “All over the place
and scatter-brained”! But as you all know by now, or you will as
you read still onward, this is a blog that is NAUT about current
events unless they totally tie into my problems, nor is this a
blog that can be started on day one and go perfectly in some
book-organized and professionally done, chronological order.
Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if you all try and
stay with me. I have said this all along and feel the need for
reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a single soul
one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this ongoing
conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without cause,
without mercy, without justice!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
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JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
You
know it's funny, Mister poor-shot Marcucci, whose last days were
numbered after my entering the 1802 fated situation of the ASTRAL
-PLANE GODS; how I can't get that tune out of my minidroids
'MIND', Sir Mike Soft Hellishness HELLWRECKER-SPELLCHECKER YO. You
know, the one that goes, “Under the boardwalk, I'm having some
fun, under the boardwalk, and so forth. Oh well, Patty had more
fun than I did that day as I was a bit scared, but looking back on
it now, Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Techs everywhere; “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
“LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
“LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
“LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
“LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
“LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
“LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE
WOW”!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
112
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, (HIFISAF)
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I
have some new dirt bag nabes from hell. I will find out more
tomorrow from my Resident Manager, Mizz Marotto; and you can bet
on that.
I
really fucking feel like taking a dam flying leap off of the most
beautiful places on Earth, and flying around; until Jenny Washburn
goes totally fucking nuts in the dam head, proving nothing still,
of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her words.
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Hey,
you either like big red squares, or you don't. Nobody's going to
go to fucking jail over this!!!!!
Me;
I like ice cream and swimming in oceans and watching lightning
storms when they are so close I can feel the currents on my skin.
Speaking of lightning, she likes waterfalls, the taller the
better. Of course with me, I'm always telling her out in Plank
(Purgatory), regarding her super wild intense beyond surreal
kisses, “the wetter, the better”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So in
other words, we all enjoy a wide variety of many various dam
things, lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tonight, I will be
taking Lightning Goddess Diana to some lovely Astral waterfall.
Taking her there makes her get really romantic. Don't even try
going here!!!!!
Now
my daughter; she loves butterflies. But then, most people who love
beautiful things of nature, would go kind of wild when they see a
whole slew of Monarch Butterflies. Am I wrong, folks?
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell
out, “Shark, shark, shark” oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth of 175
Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Now
folks; I do love flowers,
and I have been with girls named Susan in my life; but if they are
as big and strong as Patty-Paula the great one; may they never
associate me with their wrath, in the form of any Black Eyed
Susan's!!!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara sir, the milituforce just brought
back their nasty mother fucking WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy, to quote my wonderful late mommy,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Summer
days, autumn rays, and hold that freaking dam mayonnaise. Law &
Order needs to update their info concerning the great and powerful
Mayo Clinic. They wouldn't even talk to me when I was dying
earlier this year, because I wasn't rich and didn't have
millionaire insurance like fuckiGN Blue C/BS. WOW is this country
a messed up place to live in, great Pope, your Eminence and Holy
Father Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
boy oh boy oh boy; Mom and Mashell D.
Above,
you will find yours truly, and on my right side is the lovely and
awesome Attorney General of Florida, Mizz Pam Bondi, beyond red
hot!!!!!! On my left side, is the great and powerful
non-OZ-wizard, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, of Saint Lucie County,
here in Florida, USA. So WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great wonderful terrific marvelous Donna, when not involved in
auto crashes with me, or arguments about my wild theories and
concepts of transdimensional life, might tell me, ''Mark you
buttwipe, it is gonna' be all right, in the morning light''. Well
Donna, I am not too sure any more, about that one, but I am
thinking along the lines of Mister McNulty when he was a young lad
in his middle teens, and his somewhat famous saying that went,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GEE
WILLIGARS AND CAT WHISKERS,
Muffin and Toughy Ponti, from
1966.
These mother fuckers are persecuting me and violating my cunt
chewing fucking civil rights, SHERIFF, god dam it. They are
constantly fuckiGN with my computer illegally. They froze me all
up again sir. This is not mother fuckiGN fair. Why won't you god
damn fucking help me, great
sir???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PLEASE
TELL THAT WICKED WITCH SARAH TO RELEASE ME FROM ALL OF LIFE'S
LIGHTHOUSE PRISONS, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!
Filthy
fucking whore Jane Fonda is back on another of her cunt huffing
rolls
to
really dick licking screw me up with ONES.
She
struck me hard with another fuckiGN cunt page eleven of eleven,
and I'll need to compensate now with my god dam fives, YO BRAH!!!
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My
life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skota, great drummers
from Hal Blaine and your young protege, fowl summer camp soapy
mouth language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding.
The
jerk off nabes across from me seem to either be new, or just
acting up. It was them the other night that were partying late and
not James and his peeps as originally suspected. It is them
slamming away, and it is them making all sorts of power tool
sounds and noises. I am a super mother fuckiGN klutz out, just
spilling half a glass of water out in the kitchen a few minutes
ago, and it is constant death angels, klutz attacks, and noise,
and bull fucking shit!
Since
I am under such monstrous surreal fucking supernatural outlandish
cunt chewing siege that is totally fucking cunt unrelenting; I am
going to tell something, as a retaliatory strike, that is
dangerous to say, and I need to remind anyone out here that this
is not by any means, an idea to use, nor is it my opinion to
pursue any aggressive or violent act against any laws of any land
now or at any time, but for informational purposes only, is it
being written and this knowledge being given. Well, you already
read what I wrote. If you want to read it again, it is no big deal
to click the right margin of my blog. It was Chapter 108. Like DUH
and Hyundai fucking automobiles, YO BRO!!!!
'HIFISAF'---AMP---1995-2015
©
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER
112
BABY-BLOND,
I WILL TAKE YOU TO ENDLESS WATERFALLS; LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA!
©
BLOGGER MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
Robin Hill Apartments
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SEPTEMBER
24, 2015
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 10:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-83/L-73).
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
AND WO, BILLY HARNER!!!
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END
TRANSMISSION.
7:08
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
EVENING
27
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
GO
TO CHAPTER 0000024-B
TO
READ CHAPTER 000024.
I
FUCKED UP AND ADDED AN ADDITIONAL '0' WHICH MADE ME THINK THE M2F HAD
HACKED ME. Gee fucking willagars, yo!
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