AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 4
11:00
A.M. ON THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2019
AND
THIS IS A SUPER MONSTER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!
This
super death fucking siege began at just past half past mother fucking
milf-gilf turd chewing eight this MOUUUUUUUUURNING!!!! I NEED SOME
HELP SHERIFF SIR, AND THNAK YOU, EVEN THOUGH IT ONLY MAKES ME FEEL
BETTER TO BLOG THIS, AND THAT YOU WON'T DO 'DIDDLY' AS LOVELY WHOOPIE
GOLDBERG USED TO SAY. This began with some turd moving next door to
me and lots of normal moving noise that is still ongoing, and this
includes furniture moving, hammering on walls, and the whole goddamn
mother fucking 324 rotten ass inches or '9 yards'! I'm
killing ENDLESS COCK ROACHES,
SHERIFF; AS IF YOU COULD CARE LESS, also
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I ever pull out of this death siege, I
will go over to the Ace Hardware before the end of this week. I got
to the Walgreen's Pharmacy just a couple minutes after closing time
on Christmas Eve Day. This was my own goddamn fucking cunt huffing
fault for changing a clock and forgetting to change it back. I love
to compensate the ONES on the time with the FIVES, so at 5:55, I make
sure I always look at it for the entire fucking minute. But when I
forget to do this and especially on bad days when this SEEMS TO
HAPPEN WITH GODDAMN ASS REGULARITY; I switch it back to the 5:55 and
stare at the numbers even though it ain't the fucking correct time.
But once in a while, I forget to turn it back, and I was nearly an
hour off when I went to the store, thinking I had left at just shy of
four in the afternoon, only it was nearly five and when I arrived
there, it was a couple minutes past five. I still bought some needed
shit but I had to go back today for my medications, an extra trip and
a waste of gasoline. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT but peeps, I
needed a damn wall calendar, and the damn dollar store is a few
blocks away from Walgreen's, and so I bought my one dollar 2020
calendar, clearly an intelligent vision, and yes Sir Dan Abrams of
the great LIVE-PD TV SHOW, I too can make some funnies now and
then,but you ALWAYS END UP CHEERING MKE FUCKING UP SIR with your
great endless wit, or if it is not you and you're reading from a
teleprompter, then I salute whoever makes so many of those great
FUNNY-HAHA'S on your marvelous and terrific show, yo!!!!!!!!!! KEEP
UP THE GREAT WORK, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! So back to
the show, COW-LEO (CALL TEN) CALLIO,
and all other transdimensional WASHCLOTH families and or
gangs!!!!!!!!! Most apartments here stay vacant at least two
months, but not when they happen next to me.
I was lucky to be a couple of weeks
without NEXT DOOR FUCKING NOISE.
But there's a lot more here, SHERIFF SIR.
I think I may be in for another 1982 PLAYBOY BUNNY ASSAULT ON ME, and
this time it will be 'LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY'
coupled with ELDER ABUSE; Cousin
Donald sir! The goddamn fucking maintenance men are
helping whoever this is, MOVE IN HERE NEXT DOOR TO GODDAMN ME. This
is exactly and precisely what happened back at 1802
ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, when I got
back from my MAFCO job on the Delaware River, working security
there; to find a lamp on in the downstairs bedroom, and one of the
two maintenance men who were employed by the Robin Hill apartments,
inside the apartment and arranging furniture at shortly past ten at
night. When I came here, maintenance didn't fucking cunt help
me to move into my goddamn apartment, SHERIFF SIR, and I won't lie; I
AM ONE WORRIED MOTHER FUCKER RIGHT ABOUT CUNT LAPPING NOW, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! So is thisssssssssss
gonna' fucking cunt be 'PLAYBOY
DEBBIE HARRY GALPAL BUNNY, ALL OVER
AGAIN, FOR POOR GODDAMN LITTLE FRAIL AND ELDERLY FUCKING CUNT ME, YO
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'???????????? ButTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT
but, you ain't fucking cunt heard nothing yet, Mister goddamn ass Al
Jolson, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak their damn major fucking
annoying hammering is right back on me' cunt lapping wall, making me
nuttier than shit, plus Philadelphia's old X-Mayor Nutter, combined
and squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about 'GITYA
GITYA GITYA' tunes, written by the Mountainpen in 1983, while
residing at 134 Norris Garage-kicking Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also Sheriff Sir, FBI, Attorney
General, ACLU, local Fort Pierce PEEDEE, and State Police of Florida
yo yo yo yo yo yo; I AM GETTING AN OFF THE CUNT EATING WALL
CUM-PUKE-HER HACK FROM THE
MILITUFORCE'S BLACK-HAT HACKERS CLUB,
AND THEY HAVE ME' DAMN ASS FUCKING WHITTLE PATHETIC MOUSE,
PRACTICALLY UNABLE TO CUNT EATING ASS FUNCTION ALL TOGETHER; YO
BRAHHHH!!!!!!
Since
I am unable to sleep in this goddamn fucking morning, Sheriff sir, I
went out and bought my wall calendar and picked up my meds at the
damn ass pharmacy. The humidity and heat was very oppressive for an
early goddamn post Christmas morning, even for THIS FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA GODDAMN SHIT SWALLOWING AREA, YO!!!!! Whenever the weather is
unusual and this normally means hostile and or unpleasant in some
way, at leas to me and by my standards of likes or dislikes in my
local weather patterns; this is ALSO when all this other shit is
totally mercilessly surrounding my entire mother fucking cunt huffing
proximity from one end of the goddamn ass spectrum right straight
through to the other end, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, while out on that little goddamn local errand an hour or less
ago, THE ENTIRE SKY IS ONE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE CHEMTRAIL SOUP ATTACK
FROM HORIZON TO GODDESSDAMN HORIZON, AND THE ROAD DRIVERS WERE ALL
COMPLETELY CRAZY, making totally illegal weird turns from illegal
lanes, nearly causing at least three accidents all around me.
Fortunately, I was spared a near bad incident, and during these wild
crazy assault periods, I drive beyond extremely fucking cunt
carefully and prudently, yo me' damn ass
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, even for a Christmas season,
the crowd size that Morianity has labeled the LOCAL HOLOGRAM that
surrounds me, was major dense and heavy, with peeps all over the
place in places that they never would be, and even on a goddamn ass
helliday-holiday, as I'm fucking cunt taking this into total
consideration, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Notice
another powerhouse GASME GODS GAME here folks, yo, if you damn ass
will. I mentioned how “Mister Stereo”
as I called him, not to his face obviously; who was in the
unit across from my door in number 608, lived in there before that
buttwipe gangster and his ILLEGAL COUSINS moved into there from his
girlfriends dirt bag other apartment, an illegal favoritism event, as
I was totally denied any of these requests when I MADE THEM SEVERAL
TIMES DURING MY DEATH SIEGES WITH THESE SICKO NABES FROM HELL,
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR, 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,
never had brought me any roaches and that all the roaches began after
he left and these other asshole came in; and right directly following
that, WAS THE STEREO CUT OUT DEAL WITH MY COMCAST TELEVISION SERVICE;
MIGHTY FEDERAL BUREAU
OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!! So now let us
examine our laundry check list here, peeps!!!!!!! We have A
MAJOR SKY AND CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT, OR I DO, A
MAJOR GROUND SIEGE WITH DANGEROUS FUCKING ROAD DRIVERS, AN
EXTREMELY DENSE HOLOGRAM OF EVIL
SURROUNDING ME, NEW NABES THAT MOST LIKELY ARE
GONNA' POUR ON ENDLESS DEATH SIEGES UPON ME IN A 'SECOND
PLAYBOY-BUNNY ASSUALT'; and the fucking cunt gods only know what
else, and of course; the hot nasty oppressive
rotten weather for this time of the year. To quote what I
should have said to lovely teenaged Kitchen
Patrolling and Dairy Queen employee of 1997, in Abseacon,
across from the Federal Aviation Technical
Center, and Uncle Admiral; as well as mighty Northeast,
Maryland's great Summer-Camp Employee-Counselor, Sir
Mack Kaiter in 1967 and 1968, in the early part of July
of both those years; “THIS IS
WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
THURSDAY,
DECEMBER 26, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: NEW MOON
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST GOT ME WITH HER CUNT LAPPING ONES-ASSAULT,
AND WHY NAUT MIZZ
BLAKE, FROM THE GREAT & AWESOME AMERICAN
TELEPHONE AND
TELEGRAPH CORPORATION;
ON A WILD SUPER FUCKING CUNT BOTBAR DAY, AND DEATH ATTACK, AS
THIS IS EXACTLY WHEN THIS BITCH WILL STRIKE ME WITH ABSOLUTE MOTHER
FUCKING CONSISTENCY! So allow, or as me' goddamn mother
fucking Uncle Heinz Cameras Gottwald
G-OZ-WALD would say to me, around the Christmas Holiday
season of the year of 1972, up there on lovely Long ass island, New
York, USA-ESMWG; “PERMIT ME” to
cunt-phlegm-rape or (compensate), to say this a damn wee bit
fucking more politely, yo yo yo yo yo; with my FIVE
GROUPATION PRINT-OUTS, BRAH!
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Now
Uncle Gozzwald-Gottwald, with many mighty mysterious curtains, and
endlessly ambiguous, tenuous, spurious and in need of quintessential
and epitomized super sleuths in triplicate; we
will compensate AGAIN with a lot more than just a
groupation of fucking FIVE NUMERATIONS, me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
HUGE BLOG HIT DAY OF NEARLY 1,000 HITS WAS AFTER I POSTED UP THE
POST:
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 000026 and Chapter 27.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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Phone, (856)
213-6491 · Address. 724 S Harding Hwy; Minotola, New Jersey 08310
NAUT
even SARAH the great,
is an exception to these rules:
Complementary Results
Knowledge Result
THERE'S
NO SUCH THING AS RANDOM,
AND NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, NO JOB,
NO
RESIDENCE, NO CONTACT WITH ANYONE, &
NOTHING
IS EVER JUST NOTHING!!!!!
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. And so what else is mother fucking new, oh world, 4 CRISSAKE, YO?????????
Even
the great Keyboards
From
Petahell
was
designed to do RANDOMIZED THINGS.
Once I realized that I had given it those weird electronic circuits,
I never fucked with it, for fear that I
would lose a lot of 'magical' possibilities and potentials.
This machine was able to take a tape that was totally ruined by way
of over powered recording (sonic saturation), and actually restore
the tape to perfect audibility to where the most critical
professional listener would refuse to believe it was once absolutely
fucked up and distorted. It also could bring a lot of things to life,
just like Frankenstein and HIS MONSTER, and funny funny HAHAHA
Mizz Sheila Franklin from the great “HAIR” Broadway Show in NYC,
because the keyboard typewriter has the
letter “B”
and the
letter “M”,
just two spots away from each other, and as I was typing away a
moment ago, I
typed in 'MOBSTER' rather than 'MONSTER',
and
yes, I am making no judgments whatsoever yet,
on the great NIGHTMARES
of VENTNOR, New Jersey,
of 'THAT FAMILY', and their shooting
my lungs out, and turning them into washcloths,
BUTTTTTTTTTT and yes, BUTTERCHEESE
too;
I
won't fucking soon forget thisssssssssss!!!!
Good
old Ventnor, New Jersey, back in 1970, from 24 June through 12 July.
If anyone thinks they've heard it all about this place and those
folks surrounding me in that randomized human interaction, from the
ASTRAL-PLANE'S
LATE-NIGHT GAME-SHOW
produced by Sir
William Shakespeare,
well; you are totally wrong in your conclusions, and that's putting
things extremely politely!
Copyright
© 1999 – 2019 Google
“ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO, YOU BEACH PIG”!
“ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO, YOU BEACH PIG”!
“ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO, YOU BEACH PIG”!
“ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO, YOU BEACH PIG”!
“ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO, YOU BEACH PIG”!
“ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO, YOU BEACH PIG”!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
'ZIGGY,
ZIGGY HELLO'; ALL AMERICAN NETWORKS!!!
The
time was back
in 1984,
and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND,
'VIVA-MORIANITY';
along with some 'other
not so nice things',
most likely; me' good people! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN
VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either,
yo! But still Lenny Briscoe Sir, “That's NAUT his problem”, is
it? 'Cut
me a break';
willya' lovely big 1985 Margie Leo?
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE has also
disabled me' mother
fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at
the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
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 FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF DECEMBER
26th OF
2019; WITH A
MAJOR AIR AND SKY DEATH SIEGE,
MAJOR DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME
HERE AT THIS P.H. BUILDING, ALL DAY LONG TODAY, and all other huge
horrendous enemy death strikes and elder abuse on 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.
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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I
have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my browser
intentionally disabled my e-mail and then shortly following that, my
photograph as well. I am going to call someone for help, as these
blogs are too important to just sit back and let my mother fucking
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES wreck them!
Yes
world, we
all love
FIREFOX,
or most of us do,
and
count me in as one of those MOSTS.
Still, even Firefox as you know, GOT HACKED by these monstrous rotten
evil HALLS FAWCES. 'SOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to
do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman? I have
also come to learn that right after SIR NG-ADS and I spoke at the
gate of this NON-PATTY-HOLLISTER
BUILDING, AKA PUBLIC HOUSING
BUILDING OR PHB;
THE
M2F WAS TOLD TO RESTORE IT,
SO THAT IT COULD NO LONGER BE USED AS ADDITIONAL EVIDENCE BY
MOUNTAINPEN (ME) TO VERIFY ALL MY CLAIMS, AND HELP ME TO EVENTUALLY
VINDICATE MYSELF, AND MY WOES ALL TOGETHER, AND QUITE COMPLETELY, YO!
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SOMEBODY'S
GONNA' BE REAL MDDAH-EFFEN SAHWEW 4 THIS!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 4
2:07
A.M. ON Thursday, December 26,
2019
I
am going to discuss SONGS and MUSIC,
HALLS FAWCES and their relationship with
my SONGS and MUSIC, 22
years ago on this date with the MURDER OF MY MOTHER by these
MILITUFORCE HALLS FAWCES, and finally, COOLEY
HALL, RPL, and ATLANTIC CITY'S GREAT TENNESSEE AVENUE 'SHOP',
that Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler
refused to admit to its existence, or that she ran this place during
the times of SARAH, and why this ASTRAL
MIRRORED reality, then became 'transferred down' into human reality
by way of a very strange and mysterious warping of space inside a
triangulated magnetic field, and maybe was secretly powered by
a wild rail system known as the New Jersey's
“High Speed-Line (PATCO) train service; the same place where
one day, right after this had been completed; I was on one of their
trains, and this was where I remember each
time, THAT THIS IS WHERE IT BEGINS, “AGAIN”, that is, my
endless CYCLE, sir Dave Speas, where time may indeed
“be catching up with me”, but I
never ever am able to escape this endless cycle
and photon wall barrier written of in a wild ATCO MUSIC
PROJECT song, about the President of RPL Sound Recording Laboratories
of Camden, NJUUSAESMWG, Sir Ernie Merker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A
child can see, or though one might think at quick glance into all of
this, and be absolutely mistaken of course; that the New Group Leader
(NGL) was right on the money with something recently spoken by the
great super talented Mizz Mariah Carey, regarding her childhood, and
I said I did not get it, and NOW, YEAH, I GOT IT, AND
ON CHRISTMAS DAY, GEE; SO IMAGINE THAT; oh great ass
world!!!!!!!! Hey just because when I wrote the lyrics to that stupid
ass fishing song back in 2012, on my 1983 re-write of an
old ATCO, NJUSAESMWG tune called, “GITYA”
(Girl, I'll Tell You anything”); I
had no clue how meaningful the
very first verse lyrical content was in cosmic JRSS reality; HALLS
FAWCES did indeed fucking know, and
they are the ones who always appear to be authoring all of every
artist's material, AND THAT,
I DO KNOW FOR 100 PERCENT POSITIVE SURE, WITHOUT ONE HESITANT
SAND GRAIN OF FUCKING ASS DOUBT WHATSOEVER, YO
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, a powerful fucking nocturnal
interaction that I awoke from early on Christmas Day afternoon, was
what prompted my mind to start thinking along certain channels that
obviously then went onto lead me into this newest powerhouse
revelation, oh mighty NEW GROUP LEADER (NGL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It
began where again, I was back at the #10 TRAILER at Mizz Jenny
Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica, New Jersey, USAESMWG; and without
the lovely Mizz Hewitt this time, or her wild scary friends,
but they weren't needed in this powerful fucking interaction in
Mountainpen's HYPERSPACE, nor were any
weird magical school football field bleachers,
or so it seems to me!!! Let's move this right along, YO, whoever may
or may NAUT be out here in CYBER-VILLAGE, BRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I
said that I won't be posting the STS,
but I am a human being, making it permissible
for me to have both a change of heart as well as a change of mind.
Hey world, 'MENS LIB, YO' so
forget the damn ass nineteen-sixties here willya'? Naut only am I
going to post this week's fucking ass Secret's
Thermometer Scale,
or (STS) on this blog today, belatedly
for last Tuesday the 24th; but I also will be posting them
up again, if for no other damn reason than to
remind me of how intense the week has been, causing me to of course
counter-strike with tattle-tailing survival methodologies,
since the great 1986 fucking cunt GLOUCESTER
religious TRACTS DIDN'T WORK AGAINST
APOLLO-LUCIFER, AND HIS DEMONIC BRIGGBASE'S MILITUFORCE EARTHLY
CHAPTERS, OF THIS FILTHY ROTTEN SICKO CULT, FROM THE VERY
GATES OF DOGTOWN ITSELF,
CUBAN-CUBED!!!!!!!
Moving
back now to the dream when I was last sleeping, and found myself
helplessly dormant and recessant, while occupying my doppelganger in
a localized hyperspace parallel world where I was living currently at
the trailer back in Jersey, before moving in with the KING FAMILY, if
there even is a KING FAMILY in that alternate and parallel universe,
as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON or normal sleeper-dreamer; I was having some
problems gaining entrance to my trailer for numerous reasons, and
eventually the wild dream ended with me speaking to a detective who
in other PAST-DREAMINGS and while in this very place in hyperspace;
only his office was not a couple miles east on the north side of
Route 30 where over here there is a Police Station for the Mullica
Township Police Force, but there, on the south side in-between the
railroad tracks and the 'WHP'
ROUTE-30-Highway, and only down half way between the old
bus line rest stop that in my younger days was called “Burdick's”
and this may or may NAUT be spelled correctly here, but between where
the trailer park is and there on the opposite side of the police
station and on the side of the BURDICK'S REST STOP, is some kind of
State of New Jersey authority, not a State Police Barracks, but where
there are indeed detectives in this building in that locale of
localized hyperspace. These people in there don't like me and yet we
assemble together quite often abnd collaborate on many things in this
alternate reality. I have had at least a dozen DREAMS now where I am
there, and with certain officers in this place. Maybe this all has
something to do with this weird gang affiliation or whatever is
causing some weird groupation of criminals calling themselves the
WASHCLOTH KING GANG of New Jersey,
to be connected with the life of my double over there (doppelganger),
but who can know for sure? This is what Jennifer L. H. was going to
help me with, or should I say Jennifer Stone, as over there in this
parallel world, this is her name, and she is
actually the daughter of a PHASE-4
character on the LAW & ORDER
TV SHOW. This in and of itself gets extremely complicated, but
must wait for other times further down the bloggers road, or we would
be all damn ass night and then well into Thursday as well. Even now,
I realize that I cannot even in a major condensed and abridged way,
go into the entire list that my opening blog said I will cover, but
enough foundation is now laid for me to begin here on this blog, and
then continue onward in the next several blogs. It's late and I'm
tired, and I realize that all I'll have time and energy for on this
blog, is to discuss this date, 22 years ago;
when my mother was for all intents and purposes, brutally
covertly struck by the MILITUFORCE
with an unknown weapon, and rendering
her never the same again, and without one iota of a decent fucking
medical explanation ever offered me, concerning this act of goddamn
monstrous brutality. I will also discuss the very beginning of “THE
SONG”, since this has had a major effect on two human
beings, or one human being, and maybe,
just maybe; Almighty Scylla Jehovah SSJK
Pink goddess! A lot of people out in Cyber-Village know a
little bit about this. If they or anyone else for that matter
mistakenly believe that the true answers can be found on the
internet, or in any story delivered by any News Media Source Outlets;
then I am indeed speaking to the extremely naïve and mostly
lobotomized general population of ignorance. I
am a part of this, and I DON'T KNOW,
NOR WILL THEY EVER TELL ME?
SO WHY? Well, ask
the AAT people why THEY CANNOT GET TO THE
BOTTOM OF SAUCERS AND ALIENS? I do not say that this is the
same exact topic, BUT I DO SAY TO YOU that this is the same net
effect, and result, of these very same HALLS
FAWCES behind all things laying behind a controlled groupation of
OZ-CURTAINS!!!!!!
As
for the 26th
day of December in 1997, I went out of my bedroom in that
Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG DEATH HOUSE, at
around just past five in the damn morning, and found my mother in the
living room, all dressed for work, and playing Solitaire with a deck
of playing cards; but on a closer examination, the cards were all out
of order, and the normal red black alternation pattern was not being
used by her. Her card piles made sense to her, but not to me. I went
back to my bedroom because she would not talk to me when I said good
morning to her, or went on with small conversation, and I just
figured that she was in a rotten mood, and it would be better to
leave her alone. But when I went out of my room and into the living
room a second time, after the time that she should have left to catch
the PATCO train, a few blocks away from the Harvard Avenue home; she
was still there on the living room couch, continuing with that stupid
ass Solitaire game. I asked her what was wrong and why she wasn't
going to work, and she would just keep looking at me and would not
say a word. Now if she had had a normal medical stroke, she would not
be able to be sitting upright and playing her damn card game. To this
very day, what happened to her has absolutely no mother fucking
medical explanation whatsoever, not by excellent top cardiologists,
brain experts, specialists in every medical discipline from the
nervous system to blood and poisoning, and you name it, and the
medical bills mounted up to over a quarter of a million fucking
dollars. This along with the inconceivable and expensive search to
locate the mysterious SARAH from TENNESSEE AVENUE'S 1960's, and I was
forced into yet ANOTHER PERSONAL FUCKIGN CUNT BANKRUPTCY in 1998.
This death house was two blocks from the WHP 'White Horse Pike' or
Route 30, and the train was about four blocks away. This train and
that highway run into my entire life, every facet of it since moving
to New Jersey in the first week in October of 1964, to 125-A Haddon
Hills Apartments, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG! This must be firmly
understood before anything else can make a tiny shred of sense in the
very same way that Mister Jacob Marley's death, seven years before
the start of the great Charles Dickens CHRISTMAS CAROL, with
Ebeneezer Scrooge; doesn't make sense either, without knowing that
fact. I am NAUT being one bit cute here, and haven't been cute since
high school, although lots of girls have disagreed with me on that
until very recently. But I am telling a powerful ass truth here, that
all throughout this entire mess, there is the 'non-England' train
tunnel set of PATCO TRACKS, and there also is the WHP-Route 30. This
is about as inescapable as the MAGICV SONG seems to be between my
daughter and I. Dennis Snyder would put it quite eloquently here, I'm
quite positive, “And that's just reality
son”! And you know what, HE'S FUCKING
TOTALLY CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the story with my mother
and her strange unknown medical woes has been told, and so has my
story, about fourteen and a half years before my mom was struck down
with her unknown problem. Who knows, maybe if I
had still been in touch with that GRANT
AVENUE SPECIALIST from northeast
Philadelphia, he would have said to me, “I
don't think that's HER problem”. But how did my great work
of fiction in 1994, my book called, “The
Permission Barrier”, seem to so accurately predict
so many wild future events? My mom's death, her hospital antics and
mine, Dave Roth's mysterious death, and on and on, lovely Mizz Jean
Ruba Smith? Could the book, TPB work also like the world of
electromagnetic shit where I MADE THESE THINGS
HAPPEN AND COME TRUE? And how about the BIBLE
and its so many prophecies?Things got predicted and then eventually,
centuries and or millennia later, they came true, one after another.
I say that HALLS FAWCES pick certain GAMES TO PLAY, AKA THE GASME
GODS GAMES as labeled by Mountainpen's Morianity; and this is all
JUST ONE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE NON-BERNIE SANDERS GAME, the
foretelling, and then the 'making it so', Captain Picard!!!!!
Truthfully folks, or no folks, or 'whatever' Congressman Andrews
SIR; with or without MISERY-UNITS or ASSISTANT-EMPLOYEES, or for that
matter, with or without lovely tasting ice
cream treats, or ANY LOVELY GIRLS, WITH SOME MORE DANGEROUS THAN
OTHERS; HALLS FAWCES from the LAMBRIGG
CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE of existence,
is behind all of these GASME-GODS-GAMES,
and I am as sure positive killer truth one hundred percent convinced
of that reality, that I would be willing
to borrow from the mafia, ten million dollars, and if I am proven
wrong, well, don't go there world, but if I am right, I get back
three million in profit. I
WOULD MAKE THAT BET IN A HEARTBEAT, because I totally know
that this is truth, and that I AM 100% CORRECT AND ON THE GODDAMN
MOTHER FUCKING $$$$$$$$$$. My SPACE-BAR-HACK
is turned way up again, SHERIFF KEN
MASCARA
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for THE SONG; where to begin and
how to condense and abridge this otherwise billion word topic, is my
primary fucking concern for right now, yo. Music is vibration, it is
art too because besides making vibrations that please the ear, they
must also please the mind in lyrical content unless they are musical
only compositions. Vibration along the Electromagnetic spectrum (EMS)
is totally mathematical. Just ask any damn ass musicologist, or top
mathematician. The interconnectiveness to reality in the sound of the
music is all totally biochemical and electrical. But when lyrics are
also a part of the equation, the we have a duality of artwork that
must please the onlooker. Sheriff sir, the fucking MILITUFORCE BLACK
HAT HACKERS are maxing out my SPACE-BAR HACK!!!!!!!!!! This is very
fucking NON-TROPICANA 1984 CASINO 'ANNOYING', speaking of THE SONG
and the JRSS-YEAR here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my
mother relayed to me a powerhouse thing that she heard one day on TV,
where a famous musician from the early nineteen-eighties admitted
that THE MUSIC INDUSTRY DOES INDEED SEND OUT MESSAGES IN THEIR
LYRICAL CONTENT!!!!!!! I say one thing beyond that. Whether messages
are sent out intentionally or 'NAUT', 'Mizz AT&T BLAKE' of the
1983 annoyance Caller Bureau, they are always in there. A writer is
actually unable to write anything WITHOUT sending out a message, and
ask any top fucking psychiatrist if I am telling a true story here
with this. Nothing is ever random, and no random is truly obtainable.
All things fall into a cosmic pattern, but normally, once we get past
two or three items of anything, the ability to
decipher virtually endless possibilities becomes a job for the SUPER
QUANTUM COMPUTERS of the very
distant future. I have said it before and will say it again
now, “Random is just a disguised pattern”. It seems to be
unbelievable but it is still the damn ass truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
week's STS as of right now on Thursday, is still only on the 8th
star that is one back and left of the RED
COLOR. When this entire work has been completed however, not
all of it but the connecting dots in an abridged way; next week will
most likely be the 8th RED STAR
rating. Things need to be told. Things such as all the shit
that is happening, and I mean all of it, is just for the amusement of
the ASTRAL PLANE LATE LATE SHOW, and no,
there is no such actual thing; but I NEED TO
BE ABLE TO SAY SOME RELATABLE FUCKING THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I saw some roaches in my kitchen fucking cabinet shortly after
getting up for the day, and so I turned on the oven and all four
stove top electric burners to the damn ass max. An hour later, they
were all cooked and gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mom said it all many
fucking cunt years ago, and I thought she was just an asshole when I
was a kid, but what kids don't think that their parents are fucking
assholes many times? By the way, when that fucking attack a day
earlier came on me, with the Comcast freeze up and the simultaneous
cock roach on my soda can; it caused me to spray an area extra well
that I did not even think about for some time, and sure enough, this
is where that thing that went fucking cunt missing had dropped down
into, and so HAHAHA little shit ass DISDEE
demon, the joke was on you ya' shithead little pricky demon
from DOGTOWN.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cum-Puke-Her HACKING
is major heavy right now, SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA SIR, as of 4:00 on the mother fucking ass
nose, so I will sign off now, yo me'
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 3
11:34
P.M. ON Tuesday, December 24,
2019
I
have fallen under a WILD DEATH ASSAULT, BEGINNING A QUARTER
HOUR AGO, WHILE ATTEMPTING TO MOTHER FUCKING WATCH THE LOCAL 'ELEVEN
OF THE CLOCK NEWS' FROM PALM BITCH BEACH, FLORIDA, USAESMWG!!!!!!
Suddenly a large cock roach was on my soda can on my end table next
to my view chair to the right of me, and at that exact same cunt
lapping time, the COMCAST CABLE BEGAN NOT ALLOWING ME CHANGE CHANNELS
OR USE THE CONTROLS, AND IT WAS ALL SCRAMBLING UP IN THEIR DAMN
SIGNAL FOR A SECOND DAY IN A ROW ALL OVER AGAIN. I MUST FIND OUT WHAT
STORE TO GOTO TO BUY SOME KIND OF ANTENNA TV AS WELL AS GO BACK TO
BELL SOUTH TELEPHONE SERVICE, AND ALSO FIND OUT HOW TO SUBSCRIBE TO
SOME NON UTIITY PROVIDED INTERNET SERVICE, SO YOU SEE, THIS IS NAUIT
SOME EASY MOTHER FUCKING 123-ABC MIKE JACKSON THING FOR THIS FRAIL
ELDERLY PERSON TO SIMPLY GO OUT ONE DAY AND FULLY ACCOMPLISH, YO YO
YO YO YO YO SHERIFF!
When
more than one thing happens such as the large roach invading my area
followed by the UTILITY COMCAST TV
INTERRUPTION AGAIN; this is a
very simple and fail-safe type of absolute mother fucking PROOF
that is endlessly showing me that I am NAUT
just imagining this shit, and indeed this is all a
MILITUFORCE DEATH STRIKE ON ME,
and this began yesterday, and was blogged about on the previous blog,
SHERIFF SIR!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING PRICK COMPUTER HACKER HAS TAKEN OVER ME' CUM-PUKE-HER;
SIR
SHERIFF MASCARA.
THIS IS THE WORST CUNT CHEWING HELLIDAY
HOLIDAY
THAT I HAVE EVER MOTHER FUCKING HAD, AND THERE IS GOING TO BE BLOOD
VERY SOON, AND NAUT ON ME, BUT ON SOME OF THESE CUNT EATING
MILITUFORCE MEN IN BLACK DIRTBALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE
FUCKING RIGHTS. I AM A SHITIZEN OF THIS COUNTRY AND A LEGALLY DAMN
ASS BORN SHITIZEN TOO, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
OH
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE BEEGEE'S HAD A WILD SONG IN 1980 THAT I HAD PULLED OFF OF THE
AIRWAVES BECAUSE THEY STOLE MY LOST LOVE SONG'S ARRANGEMENT DONE BY
SIR TOM GLENN, A TRULY GREAT MISIC-ARRANGER. STILL, ALL THINGS DO
CONNECT UP, AS TOLD BY ALMIGHTY WONDERFUL NEW AGE FATHER AND GREAT
NOVELEST AUTHOR SIR JAMES REDFIELD (JRSS). YES THE NAME OF THEIR
SUMMER TIME OF 1980 SONG WASHburn's AND (WAS), SIR MIKE SOFT
HELLWRECKER; {{{{(((**'HELP
ME'**)))}}}}!!!!!!!!
Still skeptical about the great JRSS, Sheriff and any other fantastic
Blogaudians, yo??????
SOMEBODY
HAS
TRULY ASKED FOR THIS,
YO!!!
::::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 FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON
ME, WITH THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE,
BEGINNING IN AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS
DAY OF 24 DECEMBER, IN 2019,
USING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING AND FREEZING, MAJOR COMCAST TV FREEZE
UPS AND UTILITY ASSAULTS AND ENDLESS ELDER ABUSE, CAUSING ME THIS
ENDLESS ROACH INFESTATION, AND THAT IS ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS
ICPE-APE-TECH
ASSAULT FROM DONALD
TRUMP;
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
Hey
if that gorgeous little fucking girl who advertised for the great
“Discovery zone” store back early in this century, is out there
somewhere, great. I'll never forget the way she would say, “I DONT
THINK
SO”!
Makes me think of lovely fucking Patty, I must confess! PATTY
H.H.H. USED TO SAY
that she knew it all, and that I
had a free permission slip
to call her day or night, if I wanted to ever know anything at all.
Right, sure, oh yeah; after all the trouble you had getting little
Merry to sleep, and then along comes asshole Mark to wake her up at
one in the morning, I
don't think so!
I
don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so!
I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think so! I don't think
so! I don't think so! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!
Electronics
and electricity or ENERGY, is the reality behind everything,
and
every Quantum Physicist knows this without question or doubt.
This is EVERYTHING, and to quote the great Sir Lenny Record-Promoter
McKinnon who my daughter seemed to be very fascinated with and by,
along with the great glittering lights of great cities such as
Atlantic City as well as Manhattan; because he said this so perfectly
well to his citizens-band radio pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't
no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Using
utility strikes on me,
SEEMS
TO BE THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING FAVORITE ASSAULT OF THE MOTHER FUCKING
DIRT BAG SHITPRICK MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!
This is naut something that started last year or five years ago. This
has been an ongoing epitomized fucking nightmare for me now EVER
SINCE I WOKE UP IN THAT DIRT BAG CHERRY HILL HOME OWNED BY RICHARD
BARF-KARPF, BACK
ON AUGUST 15th,
IN 1986!!!!!!!!!!
It has struck me, and it has NEVER EVER mother fucking even made an
attempt to look back!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
OLD HOLIDAY
DEATH ASSAULT;
it just never fucking cunt stops. Well my faith in a benevolent GOD,
DID
INDEED STOP,
and I will never again be patronized, fooled, or intimidated into
believing in that utter fucking moronic total ass nonsense!!!!!!!!!
BLOG
4 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
You
most likely won't be all shocked to mother fucking hell if I say that
this is not the world that I left when my blogs stopped for two and a
half years. That was not the world that I was in either, when the
blogs of Mountainpen began back in two thousand six,! Things totally
change all the time. What none of you seemingly fucking get is that
there is much more behind these seemingly very magical Oz Curtains of
ever changing reality!
If
I could just get this point across to a few 'real people' left here
on this fucked up planet, BOOM; things would quite mysteriously begin
changing back more towards the way that they were back in more
'normal' times! Just a few nights before I restarted my blogs up, a
death beam was sent to a power pole just yards away from my mother
fucking apartment, a a power transformer caught fire and blew up, and
anyone doubting this can easily verify this information with all of
this new age online available information, especially for those super
fucking digitally skilled new-age people all around me in these new
times of post Joseph Paget Revelation Hell!!!
First
off, there is no way that I can post things anymore, some new fucking
bullshit excuse about a new way internet works, and the old j-peg
system that they say I used to do this. Just trying to post my
fucking photo now is a fucking no-no, 'or so they tell me'.
“YES
MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON, AND ART IS QUITE
MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can escape this
fucking EVIL EMPIRE, be the very
source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last fucking dime
they all have, and make that dream come into
fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from Mantua, New Jersey, where
the treasury had cut me a check for
it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THEN
YOU WILL ALL BE 'SNOWED IN, ED'!!!!
Boy
oh boy and Golleeeey gee Gomer Pyle, of the great fantastic United
States Marine Corps, YO! What's all this about for crying out fucking
cunt loud,yo?
As
I said in December of 2016,
Yes,
my freaking
scumbag neighbors from hell
ARE
ANNOYING THE FREAKING HELL OUT OF ME.
Whenever
Stanley next door is away,
they
make all the noise they want to, and the reason is simple. They
don't give a rats fuck about fucking me.
I
am not one of them or in their HIP HOP RAP SCUM CLUB, nor would I
ever wanna' fudging be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!
EXPLORATRONICS
IS BEHIND EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING IN THIS WORLD, LADS AND
LASSIES!!!!
I
have existed for eternity, and as Mark Wayne Mohr, for well over
8,000 years. I am trapped in a nightmare cycle of hell. There is a
way of escape, but I would need to get my hands on things that they
will not allow. By dying shortly, I will be forced to come back and
repeat this mother fucking looping hell again and again. I am going
to tell you how you have been conned by the medical fucking industry
for about fifty years almost now.
When
I was age twenty-seven, a year before I began remembering my astral
world true name of Ricktafarius of Ricktown of the capitol province
called Olympia, and where I eternally exist with Lightning Goddess
Diana Z. Arteemis; I worked as what once was called a 'janitor' or
'building maintenance sub-contractor', under the mighty Bernie
Derakowski, and this place then in 1982, was called the Institute
for Medical Research, later called Corriell Institute,
and who knows now or all the in-between times, but this is where
something was told to me one night by the great doctor himself, when
I was about to pick up piles of trash to take outside the building
and to the dumpsters. There was a Christmas party going on, and
people were feeling 'happy' on the alky. I put this memory out of my
mind as it meant nothing to me then. I was 27 years old and felt
healthy, and looked ten years younger than that. Teens and even
pre-teen girls were asking me for dates. If I had been 20 or 30 years
older when this had happened, I would have not only taken this way
more seriously, but would have never lost contact with these medical
geniuses. Long story short, I was walking by during this conversation
about how they had just made five cages of their lab rats who were
old, young again. Bare in mind that the anatomy of a rat is identical
to us humans almost 100%. The only difference is that a rat does not
have a bladder. This almost perfect similarity is why rats are in
fact used and tested with medications by the medical establishment.
Doctor Corriell said as I walked by, that 'he wished they could make
him like me', you know, young. I remember saying something since we
had spoken about some medically related topics earlier in my employ,
and if memory serves me at all correctly, I asked how this was done
to these old rats, and again, to stress this imfatically people; the
alky was loose and flowing! He and his associate Doctor Green began
telling me how blood is nothing more than cells, and humans and all
biological entities are always going to be approximately the age of
their blood. Long story short, if young teenaged blood is transfused
into older blooded bodies, then over time, the cells begin to
literally speak to each other. All of the body in made of these
cells, our hair, our skin, our bones, our organs, you name it! So we
know it works with rats they told me as they have been doing it right
there for years and literally turned old dying and even very ill
rats, back into their youthful prime and excellent health. If I could
be allowed to live past my time loop, I know I could break this
hell-cycle, eventually die as all things do, and then 'move on'
forever.
BLOGGER.COM
ASKS MOUNTAINPEN:
You forgot your
mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
MOUNTAINPEN'S
response:
An angry mother. At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything
AND
YESSIR, I'LL BE MOTHER FUCKING BAHHK, GOVERNOR FLABBY MUSCLES!
WE
END THIS TRANSMISSION HERE FOR NOW.
HEY
YO, IT'S X-MAS EVE DAY, MERR!!!!!!!
AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 2
4:22
A.M., on Tuesday, December 24, 2019
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
So
why YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, did you tell me all these things, JIM, and for
that matter, lovely Patricia Bite-Throat Hollister Howard, you as
well? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????? Well, I
believe I have quite a bit of fucking information concerning these
two queries, but first
things first.
I
had a long talk yesterday morning on my way out to do two small local
errands, first at the bank, and then across the highway at the
Walgreen Store, with my nabe at the far western end of the hallway
here on my sixth floor of this PHA BLDG. Before I continue telling
the MORIANITY-RECORD as I'll be referring to things from now on and
forever, about what was spoken between me and me' nabe; let me tell
you that I took another Comcast Utility hit at approximately five
minutes past two of the clock this morning with that freeze up shit
and the little fucking annoying box pop un the TV-screen saying,
“We're
having trouble connecting to the internet”.
I unplugged and rebooted and all was fine after I refreshed the
stupid ass system. Still, once
I get THE ATTACK,
I am braced for lots more mother fucking shit, as very rarely does
one thing only just happen. Ever since this shit began in August of
1986, and to quote the great “Law & Order's Mister Anderton,
“When
it starts, IT
STARTS”!!!!!!!
Aniwho, Donnie me' nabe told me that everybody in the whole building
is literally fucking losing their mind with this ROACH INFESTATION.
It is not right since the fucking cunt ass Housing authority is
getting fully paid, as we all pay our 30%, and the government makes
up the difference, and pays these PHA private crooked investors the
other 70%, and everybody is aware of how government subsidies all
work! Donnie says people have awakened to these filthy roaches in
their mouths in the morning, crawling on our plates while we try to
eat, and crawl all over us and bite us while we try and sleep. THIS
IS NOT ONE BIT FAIR, FLORIDA BOARD OF MOTHER FUCKING HEALTH, AND THIS
ENTIRE BUILDING SHOULD BE CONDEMED,
YO!!!!!!!!! Yes, a
couple years ago, I too woke up to a fucking small roach dead inside
my mouth, Governor Desantis! But we talked about other shit too, and
I will need to keep this shit on the DLQT for now in order to avoid a
real horrendous fucking counterstrike from the Milituforce!
One
thing I will add regarding our talk while I was on my way to my car
out in the parking lot. He said that he even tried to have his
apartment professionally bombed for bugs, where he had to leave for
two days and stay with his social workers. Even this did not stop
them, as they just keep hatching endless eggs, and endlessly fucking
continue to crawl right back inside of our pathetic dwellings. Then
he told me that his social worker noticed how large roaches were
running into his kitchen cooking electric range holes. A power system
comes up out of these hole that connects where they must get their
power from, and this is where they live, inside of there. Now being
poor, I don't use my oven or cook large birds like ducks or turkeys.
I do use the ranges for cooking dinners as well as my microwave oven,
but never the oven. His social worker decided to try something a
month ago. He said to crank up the oven and all four stove burners
for one hour. When I got home from my damn errands, I did the same
thing in my place. FOR
THE VERY FIRST TIME IN TWO SOLID MONTHS OR SO, I went the rest of the
day without seeing one of these rotten fucking roaches.
Every other day I WILL CRANK UP THE HEAT ON ALL SYSTEMS FOR AN HOUR
AS A RETAINER ATTACK AGAINST HATCHING EGGS BEHIND AND INSIDE OF THE
RANGE. But
as with Clarence
Harris
and the MISERY UNITS discussions,
that we had at a hoops court nearby his Sicklerville, NJUSAESMWG home
on day in the summer of 1997, I was struck with a new problem at my
three windows. Whether this persists, or is just because of weird
weather that has been plaguing my area for a while now, I have
condensation that is 'ponding'
and causing mold all around the bricks on the wall underneath my
windows. I have taken paper towels to wipe up the water, and when I
go out for my medications in a day or two, I will buy some spray for
killing fucking mold, as I have been needing to do this for months
now and I have run out from spraying it on my bathroom tiles. Why the
mother fucking word of 'PONDING'
is not recognized, I don't know, as I hear it used very often on THE
WEATHER CHANNEL, such as very heavy rains are “PONDING
ON THE ROADWAYS”,
AND SO FORTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I've goddamn added this to
me' Mike Soft Hellwrecker Spellchecker system dictionary.
As
for Comcast and the endless freeze-ups of their service with their
damn TV-COMPUTER; it
is a brand new system that only has been operational for a few years,
and will take a few more years obviously, to work out all the damn
fucking bugs. Still, I
never will know when it is merely that, or
when it is a MILITUFORCE
STRIKE ASSAULT
on me, as it happens
in real time. BUTTERCHEESE
and big
as BUTT and but yo,
I can know it within 6-24 hours,
because
if other shit happens as well, following the initial strike; then it
is the WOMO (WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES).
This appears to be a very accurate way for me to measure this
otherwise totally unknown hellish deal!
The
mind is everything, or so says extremely educated people. Well,
qualify that statement then, before you boldly make the claim. MIND
as your true beingness in the PURG divides by light speed squared and
becomes BRAIN, your brain, a bunch of sloppy damn goo that magical
subatomic particles called ELECTRONS pass through from 'circuit to
circuit' in a synapse connectiveness system of a sort. When you're
dead, if an E-EG Electro or (Electroencephalogram) is performed, it
shows zero brain activity. Electricity
is everything, not
THE MIND. The MIND
for lack of putting it better in verbal descriptiveness, is the
product of electricity that has become you and me, on a physical
plane of human life. Now there are Purgatites who lose energy and
dream out and away into our BIG-BANG created cosmos, becoming us in
our human lives, and then there are the VISITORS FROM THE PURGATORY.
These entities are what the UFO people are all so interested in, and
yet remain totally clueless to the exact shit that is truly happening
here physically, and WHY! This is where Jimmy Jimmy YYY and lovely
Patty HHH begin to work their way into this wild inconceivable
equation of the life of the Mountainpen! Every single thing that has
happened to me, is all connected with the AAT, and their so-called
phenomenon that is being very well guarded and covered up, by the
MILITUFORCE; and the entire MORIANITY is merely a powerhouse fucking
bi-product of all of it. This is sort of a new spin on the original
1987 query of what I would discuss with David Roth about, and called
it the “EVENTAL TIME WARP”, ETW. It always seemed to me to go
completely against any kind of logic, to do things to me that would
cause me to then do things back that they hate me to do, and that I
would never do unless I was being provoked beyond tolerable and
measurable limits, undreamed of even by great dudes such as Horatio
and Shakespeare. So the only way of even possibly rationalizing this
ETW situation to where it had even a glimmer of hope of ever making a
sand grain sense whatsoever, is seeing things the way they are and
not worrying about the straight up logic, but rather not being afraid
to use historical accounts of major shit. In this case, how about
Satan the devil and the great lord Jesus the Christ, (Messiah)?
Cogitating on this as would the Christians, the devil would never
want Jesus to die on a cross if this was the plan that would
ultimately defeat him, and of course according to Biblical and
Christianteachings, this is exactly the case. So again, we have that
proverbial gambler with a wonderful loving family who throws it all
away and completely knows what he is doing, but just won't or CAN'T
quit doing his absurd activity, and losing everything. This is real
and if anyone doubts this truth, go to the fucking GAMBLERS ANONYMOUS
Organization and see for yourself, as THEY WILL ABSOLUTELY VERIFY MY
STORY HERE! Some
things happen because THEY
NEED TO HAPPEN, so
just how
does fate really truly work,
and for that matter, what is
behind all of this damn ass mystery?
This question has plagued humankind since it crawled out of the seas
and later started to walk upright and vertical, until MO got us, ALL
MO's everywhere, THAT IS!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.
If
I told you that we all have the ability to use a decades old medical
treatment technology to do magical things, from flying to influencing
minds of people around us, to making heavy rotisserie motors spin in
reverse at will, and so much more, you would all laugh, whoever may
be up here reading me' words. But it's fucking all true, as
electricity
is POWER,
and power
is energy when it's divided by time.
Ask any Physics Engineer if I am correct. Any good big city library
will have the math books to show anyone out here that formula, E/T=P.
Dennis Snyder would say it all right about now, “And that's just
reality son”. Still, any entity on the Astral Plane can come to
this Physical Plane and do all sorts of things, and there are
complicated reasons for all of the so called saucer-invasions and all
the M2F covered up dogshit that's been plaguing humanity for a very
long time, BUTTERCHEESE,
and yes BIG ASS BUTT, and but; since ELECTRICAL stuff was introduced
into our modern day society, about a century or so ago; THE
CONTACT BETWEEN ASTRAL AND PHYSICAL PLANES has quantitatively
increased, and again,
JUST ASK ANY DAMN KNOWLEDGABLE PERSON ON THE AAT TOPIC if that is
true, or another wild made up tale from FUCKING
CRACKPOT INSANE PO-MO RADAR SETTER-OFFER MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!
And then there is the ultimate, where MIND itself, if properly
amplified and directed; can literally SHUT
OFF one polarity of the Nuclatron in various materials,
and then yo, well you don't want me to even start with
Velocitronics, or I will end up disappearing and dissected, over at
Wright Patterson AFB, or maybe some other obscure locale of the
Shadow
Global Governmental FAWCES
behind what Morianity calls and labels the WOMO-MILITUFORCE,
oh great Security Officer, Sir
HALL of MAFCO in both 1980 and 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I said on a recent blog, the entire truth could never just COME
OUT, and MORIANITY or EPITOMIZED-TRUTH and enlightened realization,
takes many years to achieve, and no one could tell it all so that it
would make any meaningful sense in just one quick fell swoop. It
would take years of college courses regarding and dedicated to this
entire nightmare mess, and between you and me and all the damn ass
lamp posts of the Earth-Planet, you're all truly
much better off NAUT KNOWING ANY OF THIS DOGSHIT!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.
The entire concept of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMID SOCIETY, is that a
groupation of Astral-Plane Entities, or (PURGATITES)
as my Morianity
calls them; is on a combined and agreed upon mission to do particular
things here on the mortal world. Dave Roth and I had this very
conversation all throughout the summer time in the year of 1997, at
the locale outside of Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG, known as HIGHPOINT,
at a gate just outside of a Jersey Military Operational GAMES FIELD.
Early in those summer mornings we would park in public territory and
discuss these things, less than a quarter mile from the gate. Sort of
like AREA 51, right down to the powerful military and MILITUFORCE
aerial persecution that would always ensue. The fuckign shit I
witnessed in the Jersey pine barrens would get me killed in a
heartbeat if I ever told all about it. Still, the entire thing would
not even be happening if not for the nineteen seventies, and lovely
Patty HHH, as well as not so lovely Jimmy YYY Burr, both of
“SHARK-SHARK-SHARK” Gloucester. Talk about the quintessential
Biblical Prophet Daniel and others with their major ass TSE+HSM, and
all without any further assistance from Walt Disney or his faithful
awesome employees who've done lots of checking and searching for good
ol' whittle me!
AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 1
9:44
P.M., on Sunday, December 22, 2019
I
don't give a fucking rats ass bastard, Mister Cooley Eckstein
Voterboy, who comes up here anymore, because even if the fucking
count goes to 0-0-0-0, then these become major notes to myself that I
ABSOLUTELY NEED TO PERUSE in order to endlessly gain more wisdom and
insight into my, what Earthers may refer to, depending on whether
they're religious or scientific; spiritual supernatural problems, or
my UFO-alien woes. Either way, it is all the same, it comes straight
out of where we all exist endlessly, THE ASTRAL PLANE! I have major
fucking ELECTRONIC HACKING TODAY, AND THIS DAY IS SUPER
FUCKING CUNT ASS BOTBAR ON STEROIDS. BOTH MY COMPUTER
AND MY TELEVISION ARE BEING SCREWED WITH, BY WHAT RELIGIOUS PEEPS
CALL, SATAN THE DEVIL, AND WHAT 'MUFON'
AND THOSE ALONG THESE LINES WOULD CALL, ALIEN
WOES OF THE WORST KIND, AS A DIRECT CONTACTEE or the highest
number that the Milituforce assigns to peeps
like poor frail and elderly fucking cunt little me!
The
home in Atco was every bit as Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, as
was the prior residence of 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS in
Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. This is where the Milituforce classified me as
a low rated “contactee of some numeration kind”, and as time went
along, they fucking weren't one bit shy of 'upping' me, huh Dock
Sagan? But Cooley Hall was the original locale where shit took place
that led to all of the other shit, even the shit on the Atlantic City
beaches and streets, all resulting from an educator who insisted with
absolute quintessential fervor that I come to the school on Memorial
day of 1969 to do a 'school play', altering my schedule of going down
to Atlantic City by about an hour or a little bit more, no big deal
you may say, wanna' make a cosmic fuckign wager on the truth of that
concept, anybwuddy????? How about you, Sir Elmer goddamn Fwudddddd?
The
dude I knew or thought I knew as NG-ADS, appears to not be who I had
thought. He gave me a sealed envelope to be opened when I got up on
December 22, 2019, and NAUT BEFORE, and he was every bit as insistent
upon this as was Misses Marola my Cooley Hall educator with that
school play. He is not “New Group Alpha-Deep-Six”, just New Group
Morianity follower, and no, unless he is a real super master of
disguises; he is not my 'follower', who is the only one with the
balls to admit to it. Some day, I truly believe this great dude will
have his reward for that, and I am not free to go on with that as
this would take me to about RED-STAR 19 or so! Still, a lot needs to
be said, as he predicted with absolute accuracy, about eight things
that came to pass since he handed me this note just shy of last
year's Christmas holiday time in my P.H. Authority's Community Room
where the mail is delivered. He told me that he hope I won't copy his
letter to me on these blogs, or even tell of these wild predictions
that all came true, right down to major things that I have recently
seen on the television system. But at the risk of angering this cool
dude, I must discuss one of these eight things, and that is, that
Patty-Paula would in some way, through what I label transdimensional
effects to which our Bibles describe as dream-interpretive abilities
as well as self fulfilling prophecies, and before I march along any
further, just as I was about to get up out of bed at just past noon
today, my electricity winked out for one quick half second or so, and
yes, the very first words in the letter to me went, “You're
electricity just went out for a very short burst of time, letting you
know that I know that you're reading my letter to you now, a year
away from when I handed you this note”. I literally almost shit my
pajamas. Also I had this note-letter hidden deep inside some trashy
old newspapers, as it was in a mid sized manila envelope, and I keep
a bunch of old newspapers on a chair at my far northeast corner of
this studio apartment, in case I need it for when I cut my hair over
my sink in the bathroom or for any other of a dozen possible needs
that may arise from time to time. After the mention of the power
failure, he said that my daughter would recently say something about
Patty that is meant for me to hear, and that I would indeed catch it.
I DID. He said that inside those few sentences, I would have a lot of
powerful things revealed once I am clever enough to “Get it”. I
am still thinking about this, and as of yet, I must confess that I do
not GET IT, but I will now keep on trying. I do not know if she lives
still or has passed on, and I'll bet even really big fans don't know
either. This is a world of secrets, as everyone knows only too damn
well. You can never trust the news media or the goddamn internet
either. That much even retard little fucking failure me knows 100%!
Still, that nightmare where I was back at Jenny Plageman's trailer
with J.L.H. As a 'well behaved or not so well behaved' tenant, is
quite a major Biblical Prophet Daniel JRSS connection to many things.
But this will only scratch a surface of an iceberg 1000 miles thick,
even if I type on an don all night fucking ass long. If indeed PHHH
has gone on or as morianity calls it, ending her PHHH dreaming
sequence, and is in Purgatory as whoever SHE TRULY IS; only I
understand the full impact of that reality, and trying to
make anyone else get it, is a total fucking waste of my time. Still,
in this dimension and particular universe where I am here living as
this Mark Wayne Mohr, I can assure the world, as well as my own damn
self, that I have never ever been in any way remotely or otherwise,
connected with any groupation of humans, that
would be considered to be a street gang, by any law enforcement
agency. So this is where Daniel the dream interpreter would
come in to filter through all of the damn 'inter-space-static' that
Morianity calls both Towel Seepage Effect as well as
Hyper-space-Mechanics, (TSE)
(HSM)! Now all of these things pale in
comparison to how I truly know that HALLS FAWCES have used several
people and situations in order to accomplish this major inconceivable
shit that I am now going through, and have been suffering through in
smaller degrees, ever since I popped out of my mom more than
sixty-five years ago now.
Now
this dude told me to re-listen to my copy of my most recent musical
project. I indeed did make a copy for both myself as well as to send
to the Copyright Office, and my copy is still on cassette tape, and
yes, the copy that I sent to them was old school as well on cassette
tape. I just got finished listening to it, as it is lengthy, and the
tune “You'll Be Crossing Over” was
the title track song. I observed recently that my MIND WAS M2F
HACKED, when I was confusing that song with an earlier song called,
“Wanna' Spend My Time”, that came to me in transdimensional
hyperspace in the year 1997, right around the very same week and
number of several days, where I also had the wild interaction where
my daughter sang that song and then she had also sent me two letters
in the mail, and also the Prize Patrol from the Publishers
Clearinghouse had stopped at my door and I had won the big prize, all
three of those things were part of one gargantuan several day long
serial dreaming experience. I have blogged all of this upon numerous
occasions. Also, the actual winner of the prize that January in 1997
around Superbowl Time, was a coed by the name of K. J. McAllister.
McAllister Oil had given my mom and I a huge bad time along with
Landlord Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, while living on Route 70
the Marlton Pike, in Cherry Hill, the
same time where all of this began in 1986, including the trip into
the big apple where my pal Sir Dave Roth went to see his pals, some
new musical group by the name of MEW SHOES, and where my blogs
then went onto get the name of KING NEBNOOSHOO,
all having to do with King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, and my Uncle
Heinz Gottwald, and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had lived
for decades, up on the great long Island,
at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon. But before I even start the
tiniest fuckign dogshit about all of this including SARAH and the
memories coming back of youthful times, Haddonwood
Health Club, its owner Sir Tony Zenun,
and huge transdimensional horseshit that
connects into this entire rotten nasty
stenchy mess from Dogtown; I will discuss this horrendous
UTILITY ASSAULT TODAY with my
television. I have been screwed with for decades with SOUND, not so
much video, but always SOUND, SOUND,
SOUND, SOUND!!!!!!!!!! No matter what I did, while
watching some TV earlier, and in-between doing many things that I've
discussed so far on this blog; I lost my stereo signal, and there is
no way to restore it. At first I lost my entire side of audio, no
matter what I did to trouble shoot the mother fucking problem.
I tried different RCA connector wires. I tried different ways of
connecting up the system that includes the COMCAST TV box, the TV
set, the DVD-VCR machine, the headphone connection plugs, and on and
on, even different headphones, but nothing worked and then things
would work for a short while, maybe ten to twenty fucking minutes,
and then poof, the shit reverted back to losing one side of the
sound. The only way to keep a stereo signal was to connect it all up
to an old system that I purchased when I first came to Florida, at a
pawn broker shop. This is a very old eight track system, and it is
not designed for connections from a digital TV service, and the
hum
is very loud,
even
when grounded
into the nearby metallic pipe, that runs a 220 volt wire from a power
source in the walls, into the heater-air conditioner system.
This allows both a left and a right channel to come out on the
headphones, but a horrendous hum is there even when played directly
through a Radio Shack sound mixer that is really a baby toy, even
though it is a four channel stereo mixing device. Even with the EQ
effect sticks turned down to the lowest possible attenuation of
decibels, the hum is there, and this makes enjoying the television
simply not fucking possible. No matter what other connections I do, I
have to unplug one of the wires of the RED/WHITE RCA connection cord
in order for any spoken words to come out. Somehow, the transmission
of signal divides speech from fucking non-speech sounds, and only by
unplugging one side, will the entire transmission be delivered to my
TV and then my headphones. Now both sides
for some reason will play even with one side unplugged, but NOT
IN FUCKING STEREO.
When you are used to stereo sound, mono sound is approximately like
going in the video concept, from color, back to 'black and white'
viewing. IT SUCKS, but I can at
least watch the damn TV. Now for a month or more, this sound problem
comes on me, INTERMITTENTLY, and it always conforms to when /Donald
dirtbag Trump needs to sure up his magical life using
parallel event against poor cousin Mark, or ICPE-APE-TECH, as
my many many long winded blogs have told about now for a decade and a
half or so. I knew that damage had been done by a powerful
electronic signal transmission, nothing at all for the fucking
goddamn MILITUFORCE to accomplish. Just because the
technicians and the trade schools don't fucking teach COVERT
BLACK-OPS TECH regarding
electronics, doesn't mean that
mountainpen is a nut case crackpot for making these claims, as
I know absolutely that these words are true and absolutely real and
honest! Way back in Atco, and up through my time at HIGHVIEW
Apartments the first of two times living there, or early in 1983 from
middle 1986; I observed that the M2F was
continually CONENCTED TO ME, ELECTRONICALLY. They could
endlessly fuck with me, just as they also do by AIR,
by HEALTH ASSAULTS, by other HUMAN
INTERACTION USING MIND CONTROL, by UTILITY
ATTACKS, by PROPERTY DAMAGE, by
keeping me endlessly OPPRESSED AND FINANCIALLY
WRECKED, and the list literally reads on and on and on, and
exceeding what most folks call a LAUNDRY-LIST,
only ON FUCKING CUNT DAMN STEROIDS!
This is truth, so help me Almighty Lordess Neecy (SARAH-STACEY)
Jehovah Krassle, the ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS,
who by the way CAME TO ME IN A WILD SHORT
DREAMING INTERACTION JUST LAST NIGHT,
and reminded me to open up and read the note from who I'll now call,
NEW GROUP LEADER, since he is absolutely not 'AD6', and this
upset the Central Intelligence Agency,
so I do not mean to ever do that, as I happen to love my mother
fucking nutty ass country!!!! SHE also reminded me that if I ever go
back into that EDEN-INTERACTION, and
decide to NOT ASK HER to spare the world as I did originally, THINGS
WOULD BE
CHANGED, and
that I am truly the most powerful person on the Earth-planet, despite
illusions of this absolutely NAUT being so whatsoever, because I
always have this back up emergency plan in my pocket. SHE'S
RIGHT!
I
could go on and on as stated earlier on all of the shit I've already
spoken of on this blog, and I won't, not right now today. Still, even
if it angers the NGL, I have to tell one thing that is major beyond
any amount of swallowed dogshit that is regurgitated, and is then
again, re-swallowed. He says that in 1980, after moving
into the FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD
or (Robin Hill Apartments) same diff; that
I did two huge things that got back to Mister Marcucci,
through a neighbor pal of yours, who moved to Atlanta, and was in the
military service, & who was extremely jealous of me because his
wife and her girlfriends referred to me as, 'that white hot new
neighbor', all throughout the summer of 1980, imagine that? It seems
that they heard me transferring some of the
BEATLES MUSIC from a job at RPL, that was being done, and I
was placing it onto my open reel tape for my own collection, and that
they heard both that, as well as an amazing (faked) phone
conversation between myself and Shorty
MacInvondi, where he was threatening me, and calling me a “hot
shot” and upsetting me, and it really was a wild incredible
tape that I doubt anywhere in Hollywood that anything close to this
has ever been done. Somehow it got back to Paul McCartney, and I
don't wish to further upset the daughter of the astronaut, or little
Opee from Mayberry; but it seems that this is
why three years later, he used the basic part of my song that
began, “Just when I found the perfect one,
the one that would love me so”, on his hit song about
“loving her so bad”. I thought that
I was imagining this, but it seems that a musicologist friend of the
'NGL' dude, didn't think so at all. Still, when I copyrighted
my DEMOS, as well as began telling
Lenny McKinnon the record promoter, that I had met through the Chief
Recording Engineer of RPL, Mister Howard Solomon, that “I
would get him the Beatles if he
would just get off of my back”, and I wasn't really serious
about this, nor did I even recall the old days much, back at Cooley
Hall at that time, as I'd grown up, and tried to move on into my
adult life by then, and was 25
years of age, but ever since
I moved into 1802 and then did those
two goddamn things almost immediately; forces
around the entire galaxy went totally Joe Paget Postal, and
this was the real reason that between this as well as Paula King
learning of my young adult life activities, that all of this
nightmare began to surround me at the speed of damn light. Marcucci's
exact words to Paul, lovely Mizz Lovell, were, at least according to
NGL; “We didn't want him to figure things out yet, not ahead of the
intended schedule”. Like fucking shit eating
MEGA TERRA W-O-W, huh lovely Oprah
Spoon-Dancing Winfrey! Only it seems things don't stop here by
any stretch of the mind or the anti-mind either, all 'FLYERS'
and all 'NECK BITE' SORES, on any
Japanese or non-Japanese floors or levels of signal speed
changes!!!!!!!!!!! WHA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
SIR MCNULTY.
Back
in 2013 I copyrighted my most recent musical project as the world
knows by now, or the WORLD OWNERS
and secret agents who travel the world over continuously, so
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, yo! The name of the project was
called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”,
and I am sure this ain't a mystery to anyone. Still,
NGL wanted me to re-listen to the entire project on this day, and I
did, and totally new ideas came to me,
since I have now transferred my ETERNAL NOW into late 2019 and no
longer connect into the dreams that I was having where a wall
calendar displayed a year called 2013. This is the way with all of
us, and most definitely NOT JUST ME. I doubt more than 100 people
truly understand that we are simply in an endless now even on a
physical plane of so-called 'human life', and on this plane, yes we
have real matter, real caporial life, or the powerhouse illusion of
it anyway through the magic of dividing our true awareness and
reality by the speed of light squared. There is
only an ENDLESS NOW, along with PHOTON MEMORIES 'behind' us, and
PHOTON PROJECTIONS 'ahead of us'. You can argue all you want
that cities exist where long ago it was all just woods and on and on,
and you now have grown children that when you were in the fifth grade
you did not have, and I will argue back with you, hey dummy, ETERNAL
NOW is all that there is, and riding on a beam of light that we all
think of as REALITY, is both the past behind us that is nothing more
than memory within that photon beam, and the future ahead of us that
is nothing more than potential interactions in an inconceivable
programmed simulationogram. The damn mathematics is there to
absolutely back up these words, and no one wants to hear the truth!
They never did, and they threw the KING OF
TRUTH on a damn cross, and he
never dared to tell anything like this. He could have of course, but
even my 61st grandfather's Uncle Jesus DID NAUT DO IT!
Yes
the great last musical project from when I was dreaming here that it
was July of 2013 and when I threw it into the mail on the 3rd
day in month number 7, and how the great cousin of John BonJovi, Sir
Tony, and his Sound Engineer Sir Ryan, helped me take a phone
conversation with my daughter, at the age of 14 years, while she was
faking out to be a Lab-Technician at a throat specialist's office,
just off of Grant Avenue in Northeast Philadelphia; as well as how
things fit into my ATCO days, and so much more; will
take years more of endless blogs, just to get to the damn surface of
it all, let alone begin to actually cut
through this thick ice cube of the non-Christ-droid 12th
Planet; oh great mighty fucking 'WFMU'
Crackpots from New Jersey Internet
Radio! For right now, I told how during the period where I
went off the grid, and stopped my blog for a quarter decade of time,
and was playing Morianity through an open circuit dead line
telephone; which absolutely has an effect on reality, and the
MILITUFORCE knows it beyond one speck of
fucking cunt doubt; and how suddenly my tape machine stopped
working, and the sound was shot, out of the
blue, because I WAS CRASHING THEIR
GODDAMN FUCKING WORTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CRIMINAL STOCK MARKET, USING MY
PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; and I could no longer do
this, as I am too poor to replace broken shit that gets done to me
by an endlessly powerful force of total scum, AKA
the WOMO. While playing with some electronic circuits just
recently, from taking apart several machines that I purchased from
the 'HARVEST', back in 2010 and
2011 while employed there, or actually as a volunteer there, through
a government stipend from Washington, DC, connected with the AARP
system, and I used some of my knowledge on making these weird
circuits, that seem to be able to cause REALITY
ITSELF TO ALTER, and although I could
not restore STEREO to my TV system, I totally repaired the fucking
damage that the MILITUFORCE did to my tape deck that was a
threat to their DOW JONES STOCK MARKET,
and of course the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE BULL MARKET took off after both
this as well as sending my music project for
COPYRIGHT, as the
parallel event for doing that is always always always a SUPER
BULLISH FUCKING RUN, and this has held true for forty
years almost, yo! This is the one mystery that even current almost
2020 MORIANITY has not solved. The M2F hates me doing music yet THEY
LOVE A BULL STOCK MARKET and an endlessly POSITIVE ECONOMY, and for
the first time we have gone a decade plus, without a fuckign
recession in America, and they have hurt me worse than EVER EVER
EVER, to get this and to get their diseased mother fuckign way, this
evil sicko slime ball GROUPATION THAT MORIANITY CALLS THE WORLD OWNER
MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, and shortened
to the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the ultimate and unfathomable
fucking mystery is then, WHY DO 'THEY' STOP ME
ENDLESSLY FROM MAKING MY MUSIC,
especially since I do not write music in
current day marketable style,
and so it won't make me any real money ever, and this is the real
NO-NO thing, me having any fucking cunt money whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!!
SO WHY THEN?????????? EVEN SIR NGL (New
Group Leader) has no answer for this
big query!!!!!
The
great Philadelphia Wireless Trade School if they're still out there,
has no clue about what electronics really truly is, but the mother
fucking dirt bag evil twisted MILITUFORCE DOES!!!!!!!! And this is
why I am being persecuted and harassed to my death by this groupation
of total sick slimy scum, and why they have wiped out my entire life,
AND THE MUFON PEEPS KNOW IT, and yet,
even
they don't seem to care, and Sir
NGL has a powerful explanation. Even they are scared of
certain things, and the ultimate threats against several peeps who
truly wish to help me with all of this, including my local Sheriff;
just will not
take the risk of having their entire lives and the lives of their
entire families tortured and eventually destroyed and obliterated.
Dennis Snyder oh great sir yo, even you couldn't say it with enough
vigor or appropriate force right now, even if you were right here at
my shoulder where
the DEATH ANGEL seems to love to hang around so damn often.
Even you would be absolutely inadequate to properly say your somewhat
now world famous great quotation, still sir, I'll say it. “AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will no longer be checking stats on this blog nor posting photos, so
whoever killed so much of my blog can go STRAIGHT
TO FUCKING DOGTOWN.
From now on, this is my own notes, and if people want to read them,
fine, and if now, S-C-R-E-W ALL
OF YOU's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR LOSS, because
someday this entire world will ABSOLUTELY NEED MY MORINAITY OR IT
WILL BE DOOMED, Mister
Eckstein. You
mocked me when we talked about whether I would be voting in my adult
life. I blogged this a long while back, I remember distinctly doing
this. 'll bet you never thought all of this would happen. Sarah
Jacobson knew that it would though. Some fucking hacker just tried to
screw up the font on this blog, SHERIFF MASCARA, but we don't want
anything to happen to you, so don't worry about my blood being on
your hands, I shan't hold any of this against you for not rendering
me any official assistance. I always knew that people were getting
either mind
controlled, paid
handsomely, or being
threatened like in
that great OTHER-'TMC' movie called “Cash On Demand”. Logic
dictates it is always going to be either A,
B,
or C,
huh Mike Jackson, yo? Oh yes, if not paid or threatened, then
definitely MIND CONTROLLED, and just what is mind, and how can it be
manipulated? Hey, how can electronics change the entire planet in a
lousy century the way it has? I know and I have the fucking answers.
And they were smart enough to use the greatest deceiver tool in the
bag, 'gradualism'. It began with the telegraph, and it is now up to
present moment with Internet and Social-Media. Still, anyone dumb
enough to believe that major shit, lat alone little ass minor fucking
shit, just happens all by its whittle lonesome, well; then
you damn DESERVE TO REMAIN IN YOUR IGNORANCE and dirty ass
bath-water, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
No
more photos, no more ugly me to look at, no more “hahaha's”, no
more nothin' and no nothin',
right
lovely DIANA???????
Hey, I am not crying over any spilled fucking rotten toilet water,
not even when it overflows onto an extremely expensive carpet such as
those at Buckingham Palace, OH
MY QUEEN! So why
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, did you tell me all these things, JIM, and for that
matter, lovely Patricia Bite-Throat Hollister Howard?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????
These
ILLEGALS
in #608
are still slamming!
And
the fucking time is now 1:23 AM, SIR 'IMM PC'!!!
NO
MORE STS, JUST MAJOR ENDLESS TELLS!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!
THIS
WORLD IS FILLED WITH BEACH PIGS!!!
AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 1
9:44
P.M., on Sunday, December 22, 2019
I
don't give a fucking rats ass bastard, Mister Cooley Eckstein
Voterboy, who comes up here anymore, because even if the fucking
count goes to 0-0-0-0, then these become major notes to myself that I
ABSOLUTELY NEED TO PERUSE in order to endlessly gain more wisdom and
insight into my, what Earthers may refer to, depending on whether
they're religious or scientific; spiritual supernatural problems, or
my UFO-alien woes. Either way, it is all the same, it comes straight
out of where we all exist endlessly, THE ASTRAL PLANE! I have major
fucking ELECTRONIC HACKING TODAY, AND THIS DAY IS SUPER
FUCKING CUNT ASS BOTBAR ON STEROIDS. BOTH MY COMPUTER
AND MY TELEVISION ARE BEING SCREWED WITH, BY WHAT RELIGIOUS PEEPS
CALL, SATAN THE DEVIL, AND WHAT 'MUFON'
AND THOSE ALONG THESE LINES WOULD CALL, ALIEN
WOES OF THE WORST KIND, AS A DIRECT CONTACTEE or the highest
number that the Milituforce assigns to peeps
like poor frail and elderly fucking cunt little me!
The
home in Atco was every bit as Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, as
was the prior residence of 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS in
Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. This is where the Milituforce classified me as
a low rated “contactee of some numeration kind”, and as time went
along, they fucking weren't one bit shy of 'upping' me, huh Dock
Sagan? But Cooley Hall was the original locale where shit took place
that led to all of the other shit, even the shit on the Atlantic City
beaches and streets, all resulting from an educator who insisted with
absolute quintessential fervor that I come to the school on Memorial
day of 1969 to do a 'school play', altering my schedule of going down
to Atlantic City by about an hour or a little bit more, no big deal
you may say, wanna' make a cosmic fuckign wager on the truth of that
concept, anybwuddy????? How about you, Sir Elmer goddamn Fwudddddd?
The
dude I knew or thought I knew as NG-ADS, appears to not be who I had
thought. He gave me a sealed envelope to be opened when I got up on
December 22, 2019, and NAUT BEFORE, and he was every bit as insistent
upon this as was Misses Marola my Cooley Hall educator with that
school play. He is not “New Group Alpha-Deep-Six”, just New Group
Morianity follower, and no, unless he is a real super master of
disguises; he is not my 'follower', who is the only one with the
balls to admit to it. Some day, I truly believe this great dude will
have his reward for that, and I am not free to go on with that as
this would take me to about RED-STAR 19 or so! Still, a lot needs to
be said, as he predicted with absolute accuracy, about eight things
that came to pass since he handed me this note just shy of last
year's Christmas holiday time in my P.H. Authority's Community Room
where the mail is delivered. He told me that he hope I won't copy his
letter to me on these blogs, or even tell of these wild predictions
that all came true, right down to major things that I have recently
seen on the television system. But at the risk of angering this cool
dude, I must discuss one of these eight things, and that is, that
Patty-Paula would in some way, through what I label transdimensional
effects to which our Bibles describe as dream-interpretive abilities
as well as self fulfilling prophecies, and before I march along any
further, just as I was about to get up out of bed at just past noon
today, my electricity winked out for one quick half second or so, and
yes, the very first words in the letter to me went, “You're
electricity just went out for a very short burst of time, letting you
know that I know that you're reading my letter to you now, a year
away from when I handed you this note”. I literally almost shit my
pajamas. Also I had this note-letter hidden deep inside some trashy
old newspapers, as it was in a mid sized manila envelope, and I keep
a bunch of old newspapers on a chair at my far northeast corner of
this studio apartment, in case I need it for when I cut my hair over
my sink in the bathroom or for any other of a dozen possible needs
that may arise from time to time. After the mention of the power
failure, he said that my daughter would recently say something about
Patty that is meant for me to hear, and that I would indeed catch it.
I DID. He said that inside those few sentences, I would have a lot of
powerful things revealed once I am clever enough to “Get it”. I
am still thinking about this, and as of yet, I must confess that I do
not GET IT, but I will now keep on trying. I do not know if she lives
still or has passed on, and I'll bet even really big fans don't know
either. This is a world of secrets, as everyone knows only too damn
well. You can never trust the news media or the goddamn internet
either. That much even retard little fucking failure me knows 100%!
Still, that nightmare where I was back at Jenny Plageman's trailer
with J.L.H. As a 'well behaved or not so well behaved' tenant, is
quite a major Biblical Prophet Daniel JRSS connection to many things.
But this will only scratch a surface of an iceberg 1000 miles thick,
even if I type on an don all night fucking ass long. If indeed PHHH
has gone on or as morianity calls it, ending her PHHH dreaming
sequence, and is in Purgatory as whoever SHE TRULY IS; only I
understand the full impact of that reality, and trying to
make anyone else get it, is a total fucking waste of my time. Still,
in this dimension and particular universe where I am here living as
this Mark Wayne Mohr, I can assure the world, as well as my own damn
self, that I have never ever been in any way remotely or otherwise,
connected with any groupation of humans, that
would be considered to be a street gang, by any law enforcement
agency. So this is where Daniel the dream interpreter would
come in to filter through all of the damn 'inter-space-static' that
Morianity calls both Towel Seepage Effect as well as
Hyper-space-Mechanics, (TSE)
(HSM)! Now all of these things pale in
comparison to how I truly know that HALLS FAWCES have used several
people and situations in order to accomplish this major inconceivable
shit that I am now going through, and have been suffering through in
smaller degrees, ever since I popped out of my mom more than
sixty-five years ago now.
Now
this dude told me to re-listen to my copy of my most recent musical
project. I indeed did make a copy for both myself as well as to send
to the Copyright Office, and my copy is still on cassette tape, and
yes, the copy that I sent to them was old school as well on cassette
tape. I just got finished listening to it, as it is lengthy, and the
tune “You'll Be Crossing Over” was
the title track song. I observed recently that my MIND WAS M2F
HACKED, when I was confusing that song with an earlier song called,
“Wanna' Spend My Time”, that came to me in transdimensional
hyperspace in the year 1997, right around the very same week and
number of several days, where I also had the wild interaction where
my daughter sang that song and then she had also sent me two letters
in the mail, and also the Prize Patrol from the Publishers
Clearinghouse had stopped at my door and I had won the big prize, all
three of those things were part of one gargantuan several day long
serial dreaming experience. I have blogged all of this upon numerous
occasions. Also, the actual winner of the prize that January in 1997
around Superbowl Time, was a coed by the name of K. J. McAllister.
McAllister Oil had given my mom and I a huge bad time along with
Landlord Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, while living on Route 70
the Marlton Pike, in Cherry Hill, the
same time where all of this began in 1986, including the trip into
the big apple where my pal Sir Dave Roth went to see his pals, some
new musical group by the name of MEW SHOES, and where my blogs
then went onto get the name of KING NEBNOOSHOO,
all having to do with King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, and my Uncle
Heinz Gottwald, and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had lived
for decades, up on the great long Island,
at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon. But before I even start the
tiniest fuckign dogshit about all of this including SARAH and the
memories coming back of youthful times, Haddonwood
Health Club, its owner Sir Tony Zenun,
and huge transdimensional horseshit that
connects into this entire rotten nasty
stenchy mess from Dogtown; I will discuss this horrendous
UTILITY ASSAULT TODAY with my
television. I have been screwed with for decades with SOUND, not so
much video, but always SOUND, SOUND,
SOUND, SOUND!!!!!!!!!! No matter what I did, while
watching some TV earlier, and in-between doing many things that I've
discussed so far on this blog; I lost my stereo signal, and there is
no way to restore it. At first I lost my entire side of audio, no
matter what I did to trouble shoot the mother fucking problem.
I tried different RCA connector wires. I tried different ways of
connecting up the system that includes the COMCAST TV box, the TV
set, the DVD-VCR machine, the headphone connection plugs, and on and
on, even different headphones, but nothing worked and then things
would work for a short while, maybe ten to twenty fucking minutes,
and then poof, the shit reverted back to losing one side of the
sound. The only way to keep a stereo signal was to connect it all up
to an old system that I purchased when I first came to Florida, at a
pawn broker shop. This is a very old eight track system, and it is
not designed for connections from a digital TV service, and the
hum
is very loud,
even
when grounded
into the nearby metallic pipe, that runs a 220 volt wire from a power
source in the walls, into the heater-air conditioner system.
This allows both a left and a right channel to come out on the
headphones, but a horrendous hum is there even when played directly
through a Radio Shack sound mixer that is really a baby toy, even
though it is a four channel stereo mixing device. Even with the EQ
effect sticks turned down to the lowest possible attenuation of
decibels, the hum is there, and this makes enjoying the television
simply not fucking possible. No matter what other connections I do, I
have to unplug one of the wires of the RED/WHITE RCA connection cord
in order for any spoken words to come out. Somehow, the transmission
of signal divides speech from fucking non-speech sounds, and only by
unplugging one side, will the entire transmission be delivered to my
TV and then my headphones. Now both sides
for some reason will play even with one side unplugged, but NOT
IN FUCKING STEREO.
When you are used to stereo sound, mono sound is approximately like
going in the video concept, from color, back to 'black and white'
viewing. IT SUCKS, but I can at
least watch the damn TV. Now for a month or more, this sound problem
comes on me, INTERMITTENTLY, and it always conforms to when /Donald
dirtbag Trump needs to sure up his magical life using
parallel event against poor cousin Mark, or ICPE-APE-TECH, as
my many many long winded blogs have told about now for a decade and a
half or so. I knew that damage had been done by a powerful
electronic signal transmission, nothing at all for the fucking
goddamn MILITUFORCE to accomplish. Just because the
technicians and the trade schools don't fucking teach COVERT
BLACK-OPS TECH regarding
electronics, doesn't mean that
mountainpen is a nut case crackpot for making these claims, as
I know absolutely that these words are true and absolutely real and
honest! Way back in Atco, and up through my time at HIGHVIEW
Apartments the first of two times living there, or early in 1983 from
middle 1986; I observed that the M2F was
continually CONENCTED TO ME, ELECTRONICALLY. They could
endlessly fuck with me, just as they also do by AIR,
by HEALTH ASSAULTS, by other HUMAN
INTERACTION USING MIND CONTROL, by UTILITY
ATTACKS, by PROPERTY DAMAGE, by
keeping me endlessly OPPRESSED AND FINANCIALLY
WRECKED, and the list literally reads on and on and on, and
exceeding what most folks call a LAUNDRY-LIST,
only ON FUCKING CUNT DAMN STEROIDS!
This is truth, so help me Almighty Lordess Neecy (SARAH-STACEY)
Jehovah Krassle, the ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS,
who by the way CAME TO ME IN A WILD SHORT
DREAMING INTERACTION JUST LAST NIGHT,
and reminded me to open up and read the note from who I'll now call,
NEW GROUP LEADER, since he is absolutely not 'AD6', and this
upset the Central Intelligence Agency,
so I do not mean to ever do that, as I happen to love my mother
fucking nutty ass country!!!! SHE also reminded me that if I ever go
back into that EDEN-INTERACTION, and
decide to NOT ASK HER to spare the world as I did originally, THINGS
WOULD BE
CHANGED, and
that I am truly the most powerful person on the Earth-planet, despite
illusions of this absolutely NAUT being so whatsoever, because I
always have this back up emergency plan in my pocket. SHE'S
RIGHT!
I
could go on and on as stated earlier on all of the shit I've already
spoken of on this blog, and I won't, not right now today. Still, even
if it angers the NGL, I have to tell one thing that is major beyond
any amount of swallowed dogshit that is regurgitated, and is then
again, re-swallowed. He says that in 1980, after moving
into the FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD
or (Robin Hill Apartments) same diff; that
I did two huge things that got back to Mister Marcucci,
through a neighbor pal of yours, who moved to Atlanta, and was in the
military service, & who was extremely jealous of me because his
wife and her girlfriends referred to me as, 'that white hot new
neighbor', all throughout the summer of 1980, imagine that? It seems
that they heard me transferring some of the
BEATLES MUSIC from a job at RPL, that was being done, and I
was placing it onto my open reel tape for my own collection, and that
they heard both that, as well as an amazing (faked) phone
conversation between myself and Shorty
MacInvondi, where he was threatening me, and calling me a “hot
shot” and upsetting me, and it really was a wild incredible
tape that I doubt anywhere in Hollywood that anything close to this
has ever been done. Somehow it got back to Paul McCartney, and I
don't wish to further upset the daughter of the astronaut, or little
Opee from Mayberry; but it seems that this is
why three years later, he used the basic part of my song that
began, “Just when I found the perfect one,
the one that would love me so”, on his hit song about
“loving her so bad”. I thought that
I was imagining this, but it seems that a musicologist friend of the
'NGL' dude, didn't think so at all. Still, when I copyrighted
my DEMOS, as well as began telling
Lenny McKinnon the record promoter, that I had met through the Chief
Recording Engineer of RPL, Mister Howard Solomon, that “I
would get him the Beatles if he
would just get off of my back”, and I wasn't really serious
about this, nor did I even recall the old days much, back at Cooley
Hall at that time, as I'd grown up, and tried to move on into my
adult life by then, and was 25
years of age, but ever since
I moved into 1802 and then did those
two goddamn things almost immediately; forces
around the entire galaxy went totally Joe Paget Postal, and
this was the real reason that between this as well as Paula King
learning of my young adult life activities, that all of this
nightmare began to surround me at the speed of damn light. Marcucci's
exact words to Paul, lovely Mizz Lovell, were, at least according to
NGL; “We didn't want him to figure things out yet, not ahead of the
intended schedule”. Like fucking shit eating
MEGA TERRA W-O-W, huh lovely Oprah
Spoon-Dancing Winfrey! Only it seems things don't stop here by
any stretch of the mind or the anti-mind either, all 'FLYERS'
and all 'NECK BITE' SORES, on any
Japanese or non-Japanese floors or levels of signal speed
changes!!!!!!!!!!! WHA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
SIR MCNULTY.
Back
in 2013 I copyrighted my most recent musical project as the world
knows by now, or the WORLD OWNERS
and secret agents who travel the world over continuously, so
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, yo! The name of the project was
called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”,
and I am sure this ain't a mystery to anyone. Still,
NGL wanted me to re-listen to the entire project on this day, and I
did, and totally new ideas came to me,
since I have now transferred my ETERNAL NOW into late 2019 and no
longer connect into the dreams that I was having where a wall
calendar displayed a year called 2013. This is the way with all of
us, and most definitely NOT JUST ME. I doubt more than 100 people
truly understand that we are simply in an endless now even on a
physical plane of so-called 'human life', and on this plane, yes we
have real matter, real caporial life, or the powerhouse illusion of
it anyway through the magic of dividing our true awareness and
reality by the speed of light squared. There is
only an ENDLESS NOW, along with PHOTON MEMORIES 'behind' us, and
PHOTON PROJECTIONS 'ahead of us'. You can argue all you want
that cities exist where long ago it was all just woods and on and on,
and you now have grown children that when you were in the fifth grade
you did not have, and I will argue back with you, hey dummy, ETERNAL
NOW is all that there is, and riding on a beam of light that we all
think of as REALITY, is both the past behind us that is nothing more
than memory within that photon beam, and the future ahead of us that
is nothing more than potential interactions in an inconceivable
programmed simulationogram. The damn mathematics is there to
absolutely back up these words, and no one wants to hear the truth!
They never did, and they threw the KING OF
TRUTH on a damn cross, and he
never dared to tell anything like this. He could have of course, but
even my 61st grandfather's Uncle Jesus DID NAUT DO IT!
Yes
the great last musical project from when I was dreaming here that it
was July of 2013 and when I threw it into the mail on the 3rd
day in month number 7, and how the great cousin of John BonJovi, Sir
Tony, and his Sound Engineer Sir Ryan, helped me take a phone
conversation with my daughter, at the age of 14 years, while she was
faking out to be a Lab-Technician at a throat specialist's office,
just off of Grant Avenue in Northeast Philadelphia; as well as how
things fit into my ATCO days, and so much more; will
take years more of endless blogs, just to get to the damn surface of
it all, let alone begin to actually cut
through this thick ice cube of the non-Christ-droid 12th
Planet; oh great mighty fucking 'WFMU'
Crackpots from New Jersey Internet
Radio! For right now, I told how during the period where I
went off the grid, and stopped my blog for a quarter decade of time,
and was playing Morianity through an open circuit dead line
telephone; which absolutely has an effect on reality, and the
MILITUFORCE knows it beyond one speck of
fucking cunt doubt; and how suddenly my tape machine stopped
working, and the sound was shot, out of the
blue, because I WAS CRASHING THEIR
GODDAMN FUCKING WORTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CRIMINAL STOCK MARKET, USING MY
PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; and I could no longer do
this, as I am too poor to replace broken shit that gets done to me
by an endlessly powerful force of total scum, AKA
the WOMO. While playing with some electronic circuits just
recently, from taking apart several machines that I purchased from
the 'HARVEST', back in 2010 and
2011 while employed there, or actually as a volunteer there, through
a government stipend from Washington, DC, connected with the AARP
system, and I used some of my knowledge on making these weird
circuits, that seem to be able to cause REALITY
ITSELF TO ALTER, and although I could
not restore STEREO to my TV system, I totally repaired the fucking
damage that the MILITUFORCE did to my tape deck that was a
threat to their DOW JONES STOCK MARKET,
and of course the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE BULL MARKET took off after both
this as well as sending my music project for
COPYRIGHT, as the
parallel event for doing that is always always always a SUPER
BULLISH FUCKING RUN, and this has held true for forty
years almost, yo! This is the one mystery that even current almost
2020 MORIANITY has not solved. The M2F hates me doing music yet THEY
LOVE A BULL STOCK MARKET and an endlessly POSITIVE ECONOMY, and for
the first time we have gone a decade plus, without a fuckign
recession in America, and they have hurt me worse than EVER EVER
EVER, to get this and to get their diseased mother fuckign way, this
evil sicko slime ball GROUPATION THAT MORIANITY CALLS THE WORLD OWNER
MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, and shortened
to the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the ultimate and unfathomable
fucking mystery is then, WHY DO 'THEY' STOP ME
ENDLESSLY FROM MAKING MY MUSIC,
especially since I do not write music in
current day marketable style,
and so it won't make me any real money ever, and this is the real
NO-NO thing, me having any fucking cunt money whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!!
SO WHY THEN?????????? EVEN SIR NGL (New
Group Leader) has no answer for this
big query!!!!!
The
great Philadelphia Wireless Trade School if they're still out there,
has no clue about what electronics really truly is, but the mother
fucking dirt bag evil twisted MILITUFORCE DOES!!!!!!!! And this is
why I am being persecuted and harassed to my death by this groupation
of total sick slimy scum, and why they have wiped out my entire life,
AND THE MUFON PEEPS KNOW IT, and yet,
even
they don't seem to care, and Sir
NGL has a powerful explanation. Even they are scared of
certain things, and the ultimate threats against several peeps who
truly wish to help me with all of this, including my local Sheriff;
just will not
take the risk of having their entire lives and the lives of their
entire families tortured and eventually destroyed and obliterated.
Dennis Snyder oh great sir yo, even you couldn't say it with enough
vigor or appropriate force right now, even if you were right here at
my shoulder where
the DEATH ANGEL seems to love to hang around so damn often.
Even you would be absolutely inadequate to properly say your somewhat
now world famous great quotation, still sir, I'll say it. “AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will no longer be checking stats on this blog nor posting photos, so
whoever killed so much of my blog can go STRAIGHT
TO FUCKING DOGTOWN.
From now on, this is my own notes, and if people want to read them,
fine, and if now, S-C-R-E-W ALL
OF YOU's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR LOSS, because
someday this entire world will ABSOLUTELY NEED MY MORINAITY OR IT
WILL BE DOOMED, Mister
Eckstein. You
mocked me when we talked about whether I would be voting in my adult
life. I blogged this a long while back, I remember distinctly doing
this. 'll bet you never thought all of this would happen. Sarah
Jacobson knew that it would though. Some fucking hacker just tried to
screw up the font on this blog, SHERIFF MASCARA, but we don't want
anything to happen to you, so don't worry about my blood being on
your hands, I shan't hold any of this against you for not rendering
me any official assistance. I always knew that people were getting
either mind
controlled, paid
handsomely, or being
threatened like in
that great OTHER-'TMC' movie called “Cash On Demand”. Logic
dictates it is always going to be either A,
B,
or C,
huh Mike Jackson, yo? Oh yes, if not paid or threatened, then
definitely MIND CONTROLLED, and just what is mind, and how can it be
manipulated? Hey, how can electronics change the entire planet in a
lousy century the way it has? I know and I have the fucking answers.
And they were smart enough to use the greatest deceiver tool in the
bag, 'gradualism'. It began with the telegraph, and it is now up to
present moment with Internet and Social-Media. Still, anyone dumb
enough to believe that major shit, lat alone little ass minor fucking
shit, just happens all by its whittle lonesome, well; then
you damn DESERVE TO REMAIN IN YOUR IGNORANCE and dirty ass
bath-water, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
No
more photos, no more ugly me to look at, no more “hahaha's”, no
more nothin' and no nothin',
right
lovely DIANA???????
Hey, I am not crying over any spilled fucking rotten toilet water,
not even when it overflows onto an extremely expensive carpet such as
those at Buckingham Palace, OH
MY QUEEN! So why
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, did you tell me all these things, JIM, and for that
matter, lovely Patricia Bite-Throat Hollister Howard?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????
These
ILLEGALS
in #608
are still slamming!
And
the fucking time is now 1:23 AM, SIR 'IMM PC'!!!
NO
MORE STS, JUST MAJOR ENDLESS TELLS!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!
THIS
WORLD IS FILLED WITH BEACH PIGS!!!
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