2:14
PM, Friday, 28 February, 2020
THE
WORST TWO STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING WEEKS OF MY ENTIRE CUNT CHEWING
LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
23
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
I
AM UNDER THE ABSOLUTE WORST MOTHER
FUCKING DEATH ATTACK FROM WHAT JIM BURR WOULD CALL
S-A-T-A-N, since EVER! It has literally
NEVER EVER BEEN THIS CUNT HUFFING BAD, AND THE PAST TWO WEEKS ARE
BEYOND MONSTROUS AND I WILL HAVE T TAKE MY LIFE SOON SINCE MY LOCAL
SHERIFF WON'T DO FUCKING PISS TO HELP ME, OH
WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This
asshole next to me in unit 605 has been TRUMP-ORDERED to really
persecute me again with super loud banging doors and super loud
fucking blasting stereo-TV blasting volume noise, shaking my walls,
waking me up in the morning, and making me miserable all day long
this week. It started up after he was good for a while and kept the
volume within tolerable ranges for apartment dwellers. The entire day
has been beyond hell. I awoke from a horrible fucking nightmare with
the blasting shit next door shaking my walls, and loud door slams, at
just past eleven. The nightmare ties into it all and I'll fucking
cunt get to that later on in this blog, IPYT. I
know Trump is behind all of this HELLISHNESS AND PERSECUTION ON ME
and especially the financial shit, as it actually started
while I was still sleeping with another creditor harassment phone
call just past nine and shortly before Wall Streets' fucking cunt
opening bell. The bank made their decision, and increased my VISA
bank card with them from 500 to 750 dollars which we all know is a
total joke, and nothing at all like after ten years of punishment
from 1984 through 1994 when I was given the opportunity to truly
reestablish my credit. This time, THE MILITUFORCE IS ILLEEEEEGALLY
STOPPING ME from doing this, and IT IS NOT ONE BIT CUNT HUFFING FAIR
AT ALL. As I speak this dick chewing shit tongue swallower is
slamming doors again and there is hollering out in the damn hallway.
The only possible thing happening here if TRUMP is not causing me
this neighbor hellishness, is that just as my across the hall illegal
nabe cousins, this new prick next to me is SUBLETTING, which is
illegal to do. That might explain why suddenly I am getting this
horrible loud shit if they are permitted to blast his stereo system
and of course if they are DOOR SLAMMING PIGS,
as is that one ILLEGAL COUSIN from across from me in unit 608.
Anyway, Miss whore Jane ONES got me on the clock just minutes after
being rudely awakened from a horrible nightmare and loud doors and
loud noise-music. On top of that, my bowels were hit in my sleep and
I am having nasty ass fuckign diareah. I shit, showered, and shaved,
and went out on local errands and when I came back, the turd next to
me was still blaring out his noisy shit high-fi-TV-system, or
whatever. I was at the bank paying a bill, and that is when I learned
that I was approved on the bank's Visa card that I have, from 500 to
750 bucks, gee, golly, wow, yo. Still, it's better than a damn
decline I guess, but I know that someone has
ILLEEEEEGALLY FUCKED UP MY CREDIT AND MY CREDIT SCORE, because
I have faithfully paid the account that I have had for a solid year
with them, twice monthly, and still, they gave me that little shitty
increase and only when I requested it in the attempt to repair my
credit. I am happy still that I was approved, and the other two half
good things on the day were that I added some brake fluid to my car
and it stopped the stupid brake light from coming on and that dumb
ass Macy-Tone from sounding every time I hit the gas from a stopped
position. On my particular model car, you need to keep the little
container filled right to the top or else it will keep doing that
annoying thing. The mechanics tell me not to fill it to the top, but
I am sick to death of that damn tone and that damn idiot light going
off continually. The real break that I had today was that the
eyeglass place was willing to give me what they call a 'discontinued
frame model' on the cheap. I was expecting to spend over a
buck and instead got it for thirty-five bucks, and the new pair
allows better vision than before since the old pair gave me some
visual distortion due to the frame bending a slight amount, and
curving the lenses just enough to screw up maximum visual acuity. I
gassed up at the local station and added some fuel cleaner and
injection liquid before applying the gasoline. I do this every five
fill-ups, and since I don't go hardly any distances ever, this is
sort of annually or so. I also stopped in to make an appointment with
Ed at the Public Housing Authority of Fort Pierce, to work on my
transferring over to a project that is separate from this place but
under the Housing Authority so that my rent would not increase, and
it is for age 65 years and up elderly folks such as me. We had left
it that if things do not quiet down around here since my last
problems, I need to speak to him about registering for a transfer to
this quieter environment. It would not be immediate, hopefully
meaning that I would be here one more year and then be out of this
horrible hellish building with these total rotten lousy drug addicts
and criminals all over the place all around me 24-7-365. So my
errands took me to the bank, the eyeglass store, the gas station, the
Advance Auto Parts Store for brake and injection cleaning fluids that
were on sale this week, and eventually over to the local Subway Eats
place where I got me a Footlong Italian Hoagie. After eating my early
dinner, I am now doing this mother fucking blog, yo, Sheriff Ken
Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
JANE
FUCKING FILTHY DIRTY SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME AGAIN.
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SATAN
HAS NOT ASSAULTED ME THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN BADLY EVER IN MY
ENTIRE CLOSE, IT HAS BEEN REAL REAL FUCKIGN CUNT CLOSE, BUT IPY
PEEPS, NO GODDAMN CIGAR, YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes that
mother fucking beyond annoying (`~HACK), 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 ME'
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the goddamn fucking nightmare tha tled me right into this prick
next to me harassing me. I was in some large city like NYNY or
Philly. I was walking past some building on the sidewalk, and saw
this really huge dude who was not tall, my height or so, but
absolutely hulk-gargantuan with muscles that no normal shirt or
jersey would be able to contain. As I walked by this man, he said
something to me, and then I said something to him; and I thought it
was perfectly okay. He then charged over at me and he
somehow was under a false impression that I had said some horrible
racist thing. I absolutely know that I did not do this, but he
thought that I did. The mother fucking (SPACE-BAR-HACK) is off the
scale bad right now, kind Sheriff KJM, sir,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the show, KAL-EEE-OH! I
remember completely him challenging me with this in a very angered
demeanor, and I was scared shitless that he was about to turn out my
fucking lights, and for doing nothing wrong at all. The joke is that
he was white, and for all practical purposes, I am white, so I do not
understand what the racist shit deal was about, not in the smallest
wee whittle bit. WOW are they SPACE-BAR hacking me SHERIFF SIR, as if
you could care about me' whittle woes and troubles in the least. So
after we talked a few seconds or so, he realized that he heard me
wrong and he thought that I had said something that I wouldn't even
have any reason to say to him, nor would I to a dude who looks like
he can bench press the entire mother fucking gym for crying out loud,
Fonty, sir! I ended up handing him one my business cards, and in that
weird parallel universe of non online-apartments or Toby-Couches of
any kind, my Studio Park Records outfit was a thriving business
venture, and I had given him a card and we seemed to get along fine
after that, and just as I was about to walk on, he told me something
along the lines of him being privy to my towel seepage effect
theories about hyperspace, and that I was about to understand why he
is saying this to me in three seconds. I remember looking at him and
he took one of his hands and balled it into a fist, took his other
hand and did the same thing, and then he placed the lower fist out
four inches from his stomach, and with the other fist, he slammed it
down on the lower fist, only instead of it making a sound you might
expect it to make, IT WENT BANG super loud, and I awoke, and it was
the ASSHOLE FUCKIGN DIRT BAG NEXT DOOR, slamming his door, and then
pow, on went his blaring goddamn music, and it has been doors and
music ever since just past eleven of the clock
this MOUUUUUUUUUURNING, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
is this cunt lapping mouse being super BLACK HAT HACKED TODAY, me'
lovely Stacey 1981 Lattisaw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Friday, June 30, 2006
Chapter 15 Playing My Last Trump Card, Mister Donald
Thursday,
May 25, 2006 Chapter 15 Playing My Last Trump Card, Mister
Donald
No genius needed to understand my spin on parallel event, it is just that no one will believe me about how it's being used against me. If one person would take it seriously, and help me, the reward for the person would be unlimited, and I have nothing tangible to give you, u would be in a powerful position all by yourself. You could bet the teams playing against the FLYERS, you could bet the PHILLIES, and you could short sell the DOW FUTURES with a 2000 dollar account u could open with e-trade. Oh yea, then why don't u do it backwards, I can hear lots of people yelling? Answer, IT WON'T WORK FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT I DO, THAT IS BESIDES THE ISSUE FOR NOW, BUT IT WOULD WORK FOR ANYONE THAT HELPS ME IN A MAJOR WAY. They know I am here, computer hacking is started. Also I have many annoying things at library going on that usually are not this bad, THEY KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT TO OFFER TO ANYONE WITH REAL BALLS ENOUGH TO TAKE ME UP ON THE DARE: Wanna hundred million bucks, want to never age or die and stay stuck in this lovely dream you love so much, I can give all of this to anyone that will give me the internet exposure I need, to get my message out. I thought it would be easy, get a blog, people read it, boom. Believe that and I guess they can sell me the Brooklyn Bridge, and another 182 repeated life failures as Michael Mountainpen. I need a HACKER OR COMPUTER GENIOUS, TO SHOW ME OR JUST DO IT. If million see my nightmare of PARALLEL EVENT, those smart enough to do this for me, will be smart enough to forever know the new direction of the Dow Jones, the Flyers, and the Phillies. You won't need me, you can work this with or without me, but I will gladly work with anyone. I cannot pay you a dime, I have only what I know to be ABSOLUTE TRUTHS,and these truths can be cashed in on, or if you want other things such as eternal existence in this rotten world, no sweat. I will gladly show you how to get to hell, though you in your lack of enlightenment, will see it as heaven. You can see this as a giant con job, but what really do u have to lose? I do not want any earthly thing from u. just help on getting my message to the world exposed. If I am just crazy, what have u really lost? A bum in an alley box can claim that for 'coffee' money, he or she will say a magic chant over you while you chew on a piece of magic licorice, but now you risk the 5 bucks to the con artist, with me I ask nothing, just help me get the message out, what can it hurt, if it is all just crazy nutty junk, who will it hurt? But on the other hand, if I am right, you take my place in hell so to speak, if life here is what you are after, in one long endless sequence of dreams, fine, have it, I will gladly tell u enough so that U yourself can give it to yourself, but may the gods help you, don't come back yelling at me. If it is money, a direct knowledge of how 3 things will endlessly move in a major preponderance is one hell of a way to make the bookie hate your guts. Soon, Atlantic City will allow these bets legally, and you'll have no trouble getting every bit as rich as Mr. college-boy-Trump. As for selling short on 30 industrial stocks, I would highly recommend contracts of the Dow average futures, much more efficient and less messy, lots more money can be endlessly made. And all I ask is for someone to e-mail me and say that they can use their computer wizardry to gain me world-wide notoriety, and let me expose how parallel event is real and being used to make my life and endless nightmare hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My e-mail is deedeehawksoblack@hotmail.com/. Now the reason they want you to think that Phillies have an on the road curse, is a distraction, and it has nothing to do with reality. They blew my bowels apart and harassed me with filthy loud-ass motorcycles till 3 am the other night, till finally in the 16th inning, we buckled, both my poor banged up body and my poor little ball team. Till someone listens to me and helps me, Phillies are sunk, and Dow will go up, up, up, like a filthy fart balloon. Now in closing my blog, let me tell u just a speck about what happened to me in1969, 4 years after first seeing the great Sarah-Krassle, in her human form, in ACNJ: I fell asleep one night, by the way u see things in a 'forward mortal' direction, and the next thing that I was aware of, was walking along the beaches of an older Atlantic City, with a strange and powerful chain around my neck. This was no ordinary chain, almost as thick as a motorcycle chain, with strange unidentifiable 'things' on it, like nothing seen or could be described on earth. Sarah, demanded it, and took it away from me forcibly, she has the strength a quintillion normal teenage girls. I later witnessed seeing her lift an ocean liner like the queen Mary, and fly it through the air, along the coastal waters of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the great city in which she and her parents,Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, reside as PHASE 2 BEINGS. All the gods in Olympia pretend to be so strong and great, but deep down, they know that upline in an entire multiverse in which this girl lives as a regular normal girl, Sarah Krassle, she thought about her younger days at the shore, and me, and other things, and created, as we all do, all along the endless looping sixth dimension, a downlined reality, an entire multiverse, which is in fact, HER THOUGHT. We do it, and those above her do it, it is just the 6th dimension, and it loops around with no start nor stop, under the control of the higher dimension above that called LAWTRONICS. Back to the 'dream' she gave me with the chain. She can come into her thought as many other of her thoughts, just as we all can, and did so with me, giving me this dream interaction. No possible explanation other than what I am giving could ever hope to explain what I will now impart to you. She told me she needs this special chain for her great city and that was going to send me to another place and when I got there, I would no longer have my chain. Much more of course is involved in all this, but I must abridge, as I do not own this computer. Upon awakening, laughing at this 'silly dream', just for fun I opened a locked strong-box I had in my apartment closet, to be sure it was really 'JUST A DREAM' as we love to tell our frightened children upon their awakening from nightmares of monsters and demons. HAH! Chain was GONE,MY MORIANS, AND NOT A DAY HAS PASSED SINCE EARLY 12/69, THAT I DON'T THINK OF THIS, AND GET THE CHICKEN-CHILLS running up and down the side of my ass-hole. In mortal life, I confronted her 'human-form' brother. My mother and I were terroristically threatened at a Turnersville, NJ shopping center afterwords, and so much more happened, but oh-oh, guess what, the library skedaddle elbow strikes again.
No genius needed to understand my spin on parallel event, it is just that no one will believe me about how it's being used against me. If one person would take it seriously, and help me, the reward for the person would be unlimited, and I have nothing tangible to give you, u would be in a powerful position all by yourself. You could bet the teams playing against the FLYERS, you could bet the PHILLIES, and you could short sell the DOW FUTURES with a 2000 dollar account u could open with e-trade. Oh yea, then why don't u do it backwards, I can hear lots of people yelling? Answer, IT WON'T WORK FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT I DO, THAT IS BESIDES THE ISSUE FOR NOW, BUT IT WOULD WORK FOR ANYONE THAT HELPS ME IN A MAJOR WAY. They know I am here, computer hacking is started. Also I have many annoying things at library going on that usually are not this bad, THEY KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT TO OFFER TO ANYONE WITH REAL BALLS ENOUGH TO TAKE ME UP ON THE DARE: Wanna hundred million bucks, want to never age or die and stay stuck in this lovely dream you love so much, I can give all of this to anyone that will give me the internet exposure I need, to get my message out. I thought it would be easy, get a blog, people read it, boom. Believe that and I guess they can sell me the Brooklyn Bridge, and another 182 repeated life failures as Michael Mountainpen. I need a HACKER OR COMPUTER GENIOUS, TO SHOW ME OR JUST DO IT. If million see my nightmare of PARALLEL EVENT, those smart enough to do this for me, will be smart enough to forever know the new direction of the Dow Jones, the Flyers, and the Phillies. You won't need me, you can work this with or without me, but I will gladly work with anyone. I cannot pay you a dime, I have only what I know to be ABSOLUTE TRUTHS,and these truths can be cashed in on, or if you want other things such as eternal existence in this rotten world, no sweat. I will gladly show you how to get to hell, though you in your lack of enlightenment, will see it as heaven. You can see this as a giant con job, but what really do u have to lose? I do not want any earthly thing from u. just help on getting my message to the world exposed. If I am just crazy, what have u really lost? A bum in an alley box can claim that for 'coffee' money, he or she will say a magic chant over you while you chew on a piece of magic licorice, but now you risk the 5 bucks to the con artist, with me I ask nothing, just help me get the message out, what can it hurt, if it is all just crazy nutty junk, who will it hurt? But on the other hand, if I am right, you take my place in hell so to speak, if life here is what you are after, in one long endless sequence of dreams, fine, have it, I will gladly tell u enough so that U yourself can give it to yourself, but may the gods help you, don't come back yelling at me. If it is money, a direct knowledge of how 3 things will endlessly move in a major preponderance is one hell of a way to make the bookie hate your guts. Soon, Atlantic City will allow these bets legally, and you'll have no trouble getting every bit as rich as Mr. college-boy-Trump. As for selling short on 30 industrial stocks, I would highly recommend contracts of the Dow average futures, much more efficient and less messy, lots more money can be endlessly made. And all I ask is for someone to e-mail me and say that they can use their computer wizardry to gain me world-wide notoriety, and let me expose how parallel event is real and being used to make my life and endless nightmare hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My e-mail is deedeehawksoblack@hotmail.com/. Now the reason they want you to think that Phillies have an on the road curse, is a distraction, and it has nothing to do with reality. They blew my bowels apart and harassed me with filthy loud-ass motorcycles till 3 am the other night, till finally in the 16th inning, we buckled, both my poor banged up body and my poor little ball team. Till someone listens to me and helps me, Phillies are sunk, and Dow will go up, up, up, like a filthy fart balloon. Now in closing my blog, let me tell u just a speck about what happened to me in1969, 4 years after first seeing the great Sarah-Krassle, in her human form, in ACNJ: I fell asleep one night, by the way u see things in a 'forward mortal' direction, and the next thing that I was aware of, was walking along the beaches of an older Atlantic City, with a strange and powerful chain around my neck. This was no ordinary chain, almost as thick as a motorcycle chain, with strange unidentifiable 'things' on it, like nothing seen or could be described on earth. Sarah, demanded it, and took it away from me forcibly, she has the strength a quintillion normal teenage girls. I later witnessed seeing her lift an ocean liner like the queen Mary, and fly it through the air, along the coastal waters of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the great city in which she and her parents,Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, reside as PHASE 2 BEINGS. All the gods in Olympia pretend to be so strong and great, but deep down, they know that upline in an entire multiverse in which this girl lives as a regular normal girl, Sarah Krassle, she thought about her younger days at the shore, and me, and other things, and created, as we all do, all along the endless looping sixth dimension, a downlined reality, an entire multiverse, which is in fact, HER THOUGHT. We do it, and those above her do it, it is just the 6th dimension, and it loops around with no start nor stop, under the control of the higher dimension above that called LAWTRONICS. Back to the 'dream' she gave me with the chain. She can come into her thought as many other of her thoughts, just as we all can, and did so with me, giving me this dream interaction. No possible explanation other than what I am giving could ever hope to explain what I will now impart to you. She told me she needs this special chain for her great city and that was going to send me to another place and when I got there, I would no longer have my chain. Much more of course is involved in all this, but I must abridge, as I do not own this computer. Upon awakening, laughing at this 'silly dream', just for fun I opened a locked strong-box I had in my apartment closet, to be sure it was really 'JUST A DREAM' as we love to tell our frightened children upon their awakening from nightmares of monsters and demons. HAH! Chain was GONE,MY MORIANS, AND NOT A DAY HAS PASSED SINCE EARLY 12/69, THAT I DON'T THINK OF THIS, AND GET THE CHICKEN-CHILLS running up and down the side of my ass-hole. In mortal life, I confronted her 'human-form' brother. My mother and I were terroristically threatened at a Turnersville, NJ shopping center afterwords, and so much more happened, but oh-oh, guess what, the library skedaddle elbow strikes again.
posted
by theansweristheqyuestion at 11:02
AM
About Me
-
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or
have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through
hyperspace, with awareness
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Monday, July 03, 2006
Chapter 22 Celine Dion's Power Of Rip Off Power
I
DO NOT CARE WHAT time blog page says, here in my world in Hammond,
new jersey, it is 6:55 PM, and 40 minutes ago, ATLANTIC CITY
ELECTRIC COMPANY, for reasons only they know, killed my friggin
electricity, and just as i typed the word electricity, another
computer hack, had to click into box and start re typing for no
reason, this is all to kill my PHILADELPHIA FILLIES BASEBALL TEAM,
A BIG CHEATING ICPE, USING PARALLEL EVENT TO WRECK MY LIFE, IT
NEVER EVER STOPS, yes I do not know about power of love, but they
love to use UTILITY HARASSMENT AGAINST ME, ALL THIS CRAP THEY DO,
it is all been going on since my GODS DAMN BILLY MAHONEY HELL
STARTED. IT N-E-V-E-R FRIGGIN STOPS,
YOU CANNOT ESCAPE IT, AND IF SUICIDE WOULD
WORK, I WOULD DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted
by theansweristheqyuestion at 11:12
AM
DEAR
BLOGGER-GOOGLE:
I
DO 'NAUT' APPRECIATE WHOEVER IS BEHIND SCREWING WITH MY LEGALLY PAID
FOR PHOTO ON MY BLOGS BEING ENDLESSLY MESSED WITH, EITHER BLURED OUT
OR COMPLETELY REDACTED OUT. I HAVE PAID THE PHOTOBUCKET PEEPS FOR
THIS, AND IF THEY NEED A FEW MORE BUCKS THEN I NEED FOR THEM TO
CONTACT ME, BUT THIS IS UNFAIR INTERNET PRACTICES, YO!
WOW-WOW-WOW
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I'M
LYIN', I'M DYIN'.
WELL, I sure seem to be dying aniwho! So a big fat mother loving
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
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TITLES
TO BLOGS AFTER END OF MORIANITY
I
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OH
THE GODS, MISSES
MAROLA AND MISSES MARCUCCI;
WHY WON'T THE ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS TAKE PITY ON MOTHER
FUCKING POOR ELDERLY CUNT LAPPING LITTLE PITIFUL ASS ME????????????
Oh
yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT
YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
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King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
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King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
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King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
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King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
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King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
WAIT FOR THAT 2020 CENSUS TO COME OUT, JUST MOTHER FUCKING WAIT,
SATAN-SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES,
MORNING
LIGHTS,
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES,
GARY
MITCHELLS,
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
On
my original New Jersey blogs from 2006 through 2009, I talked a lot
about my time in school and my education and all the weird crap
surrounding it. Paul Simon the Recording Artist said it all in his
great 1973 hit song, 'Chrodochrome'.
When either one of us thinks
back on all this high school crap,
to quote his fantastic song lyrics verbatim yo, “It's
a wonder that we can think at all”.
Still, I told many things including how right after I left the COOLEY
HALL,
the entire Philadelphia news media and television crews seemed to
descend on the place,
and were talking to lots of my classmates that were of course still
there, after I had left in the
end of January in 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
last blog opened up a powerful new groupation of ideas and concepts,
as
to maybe why this entire thing all started to act so damn negatively
on me,
immediately
following my departure from the great almighty and illustrious COOLEY
HALL.
Now however, I wish to discuss some shit surrounding what I opened up
and adhered to, in all kinds of round about ways. Also on this blog,
I will discuss a little bit about my also wise 'other non Abbey Road'
teacher, from another local small road in the neighboring area to
the Cooley Hall part of town on Kings Highway, just off of this world
famous road, and only a short walking distance away, as far as where
this man lived, in that illustrious, and very historic town of
HADDONFIELD,
New
Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the great Mister
IMPERSONAL MATHEMATICS MAN,
known for many things, including his mysterious visitation with me,
while I still was back in Mister
Marcucci's class, right around the time that my daughter was born.
Still,
all things always fit together,
and the world of the 'APA' or (mental nuttiness peeps), endlessly
disagrees with this great fact. Still; and thanx to Mizz lovely
Mashell Daniels from RPL, and all of her mixed marriage Hollywood
friends and ex-hubby; “I
am entitled to my opinions”,
with or without some fancy
ass fucking college degree hanging up on me' damn ass wall,
for all the world to see in all of my splendor and braggadocio
behaviors, at least in some
wild hyperspace mechanics of the S-T-M!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 3:20 P.M., ON 28 FEBRUARY, 2020:
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
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THESE MOST RECENT THREE
WEEKS OF FEBRUARY OF 2020
WITH
A
MAJOR TRIAD NABES FROM
HELL DEATH SIEGE, WITH MAJOR DOOR SLAMMING, MAJOR LOUD MUSIC-NOISE,
MAJOR PROPERTY DAMAGE, MAJOR UTILITY AND COMCAST-TV-FREEZING
PERSECUTIONS;
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
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.
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
22
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
BLOGGER WILL REMOVE AMY © MATERIAL UPON
REQUEST.
2:41
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
28
FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
FEBRUARY 28, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 5:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
I
had to go to my radiologist yesterday, Thursday, for a bone density
test. While I was out, some mother fucking prick got into my
apartment and cut both my eyeglass frame, and my headphones. Property
damage is expensive for somebody like me who lives on a fixed income,
and is something that the mother fucking evil monstrous dirtbag
MILITUFORCE has done to me very often ever since this nightmare with
them got a real major heavy foot hold on me after August of 1986.
Electrical tape, dot dot dot dot-connect-27th day of
February, worked well to repair the headphone set, but not on the
eyeglasses frame. I will have to have the lenses placed into another
frame now which is a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE mother fuckign expense. Things
like these endless enemy assaults on me, along with an already rotten
financial situation as far as income; is why
I am left ENDLESSLY OPPRESSED, kept down and poverty stricken, and
kept securely in place, so that I do not have the ability to do
anything at all that just might unravel some beyond gargantuan junk.
Now if anyone has a better explanation for all of this; I am
listening and very open minded, goddamn it people!!!!!!!! Don't be
shy!!!!!!!!!
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
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mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
SO
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW THAT YO YO YO!
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19, 2020
1:00 PM – Feb
26, 2020
12:00 PM
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I
did not notice these things until my attack began at shortly past
nine of the clock last night while watching television and the
COMCAST SERVICE going completely out AGAIN, the entire modem, and it
was not an outage on their end. I know that most likely my
MILITUFORCE enemies have gained control from the UTILITY AREA ROOM
here in my PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, and they can screw with me at
will, any goddamn mother fucking time they wish to, and there isn't
fucking cunt squat that I can ever do about it. No one on this planet
gives two cock sucking shits about this major ELDER ABUSE as well as
absolute VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. Not
the goddamn Sheriff, not the Attorney General, not the local Police
Department, nobody! This assault went on for close to two and a half
hours, getting a little bit better after around half past eleven or
so. If it is not being done by some remote control from the utility
room here in this PHA Building, then it has to be being done from a
local area that some powerful scumbag Trump-Henchman has tapped into
and upon orders, hits me over and over again. After the attack,
suddenly my eyeglass lens popped out. I then realized that some
bastard mother fucking dirt bag dick licking turd must have cut into
the frame with a knife or some other tool, leaving it so that it
would break after a short time of wear. When I came over to the work
station to do this blog, I observed another major cut in the handle
area of the headset for the computer. As I said, I was able to repair
the headset with electrical tape, but I tried doing the same thing
with the eyeglasses frame and it was no mother fucking soap. I will
have to have the lenses transferred into a new pair of frames at the
eyeglass store.
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
[{02-20-2020}]
TOLD YOU DATES LIKE THIS ARE BAD!
All
my life, I have noticed that years with zeros and twos are extremely
horrendous and bearish for me. Both 2000 and 2002 were nightmares on
steroids, and 2020 has been the mother fucking clit licking epitome
of hellishness for the MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!
MY
MOTHER FUCKING LIFE IS ONE HUGE DAMN
B-----O-----T-----B-----A-----R
B-----O-----T-----B-----A-----R
B-----O-----T-----B-----A-----R
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BOTBAR=Bottom
Of The
Barrel Already
Rated!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 3:12 A.M., ON FEBRUARY 28, 2020:
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 DEATH
ASSAULT, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON
THESE MOST RECENT TWO WEEKS OF FEBRUARY STRAIGHT
THROUGH TO THIS 28th DAY OF FEBRUARY IN 2020,
WITH ENDLESS MAJOR
UTILITY ASSAULTS ON ME, ENEMIES DAMAGING MY PROPERTY, ALL NOISE
ASSAULTS ON ME, AND ENDLESS FINANCIAL OPPRESSION AND AGENDA ROOTED
POVERTY AGAINST ME FROM ORGANIZED POWERS OF THIS WORLD AND BEYOND
THIS WORLD, AND ANY AND ALL LOCAL AND DISTANT PARALLEL EVENT USER
ENEMIES, OF THE M2F-MILITUFORCE; and that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me, ever since August 15 of
1986;
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.
Don't
do me any mother loving ass favors; oh wonderful authorities of this
rotten EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!! Yessir
Admiral Perry, “What I see and read in the
newspaper, oh wonderful fine service-man of the Pomona, New
Jersey, USA, FAA-Technical Center, you see and
read in the newspaper”, so I will just have to CHOKE
on that unless someday someone comes clean, and it won't be me'
ungrateful kid that's for sure, and allows me to survive via all
great terrific 'Heimlich' maneuvers. You
have to admit it yo, all ye assholes out here who want to doubt the
words and teachings of the MOUNTAINPEN; the resemblance is quite
SEVENTH SIGN “remarkable”?
Come on Mizz Margie Leo of 1985, ya' wanna cut me a damn ass break
here, for 'goollllleeey' sake 'GOMER'?????? Am I really so far off
base here, Dock HIGH-NECK
of BLUEBOOK?
Jim
Burr, Patty Hollister, and Mountainpen; gee fucking willagars is this
beyond Katy-Queen WEEDEEKAWUSS, as well
as totally epitomized bipolar behavior on steroids. First I had Jim
leading me into Christianity, and then I had Patty leading me into
quintessential Satanism. Just what if Jim Burr was right all along,
and all of this mother fucking shit, and all of Morianity, is one
HUUUUUUUUUGE cunt eating crock of dogshit, squared, cubed, and
fourth powered for crying out loud, Detective FONTY-SURFER out there
in Hyperspace High-cliffs Beach? If Jim was right all along and all
of this Morianity along with all other junk from AAT to Redfield's
Synchronicity to you name it; then I am literally trapped inside of a
nightmare that can not be measured, EVER! Imagine being just out of
your goddamn mother fucking teens for Crissake, and there was Jim and
there was Patty, pulling me in two completely opposing directions. No
wonder my entire family is so goddamn bipolar, yo!!!!!!!!!! What if
nobody is breaking into my residences, what if it isn't space aliens
either, what if Jim is correct, and there really is a real red
blooded pitchforked SATAN or Biblical Lucifer? Who in truth can ever
know such things for absolute certain? Any scientist or atheist or
preacher or anyone at all who says that this can ever be known by
anyone ever, IS ONE GODDAMN GIGANTIC MOTEHR FUCKING LIAR!!!!!!!! What
if SATAN broke my eyeglasses and my headphones by pure magic, as the
BIBLE would claim to be the TRUTH? Just what if this ancient fucking
horseshit sounding crap is indeed all true, yo world? Will be in for
some wild ass surprise when we die some day, especially all these
thousands of super computer geeks of Silicon Valley. I never claimed
to have all the answers. Never confuse me please peeps, with the
great lovely Patty HHH whom I used to refer to in the seventies as
Miss-Know-It-All.
/////MARK
WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS
/CHAPTER
021
////MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
This
is a major blog from the summer time in 2006, and after you read this
paste-in-page (PIP), not you Billy Mummy, but don't throw me in the
cornfield as a jack in the box please, but yes, after you read this,
I am going to talk a little more with brand new shit, regarding
transdimensional towel seepage and its mechanics through various
illusions such as for two starters, the quantum foam as well as
vibratory strings and the ten or eleven dimensions that pertain to
all of this, at least in the minds of quantum-physicists as of 2015
and back to the early twentieth century.
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Monday, July 03, 2006
Chapter 32 Letter From Chester, Forget Micheal's Message
(ALMIGHTY
SIR CHESTER PERKOWSKI)
I started to tell
U in a prior blog today but got as I always do, somewhat caught
up
in what I went on to discuss, forgetting what Chester wrote to me. He claimed I
was somewhat goofy for making such a [ BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS TENNESSEEE AVENUE THING], and there was nothing to any of my wild claims, and on and on, with how all the people on the block were just simply small shop and motel owner, caught
up in no more than the normal duties of successfully running their businesses.
Then, and this stuck out like a sore tooth, u really did not have to be a
professor of literary mechanics to C this, he blares out, WORKING IN THIS HOTEL
REALLY CHANGED MY LIFE. Powerful words if U ask poor lil'ol' me, after U spend
line after line in a letter to a perfect stranger, responding to his query and
also his insinuations of the super-normal happening around his place, meaning
mine to him, and all he does but go on and on about normal living and gee
willagars why would anyone think anything weird or strange was ongoing, and then
pop right out of nowhere, a paragraph in his letter starts off with, working in
this hotel really changed my life. Well, for something to REALLY C H A N G E
YOUR FREGGIN' LIFE, I cannot make any deductive reasoning in logic how NORMAL OR EVEN NEAR TO NORMAL SITUATIONS could have such, and in his own words, life
changing effects, it really, if closely examined, in the mechanics of a literary
work, does not fit, hence, I feel he is frightened to death, and wrote me a bunch
of big fat lies. I cannot prove this, but on the night of December 12, 1996, and before I go on, I made an error in my prior blog and wrote'77, when I meant 1967, when discussing an agreement made between my aunt, her daughter, and the Shea of Iran, under orders of the great SSJKK, but back to present point, I went to sleep at or about 1 AM, and 4 hours later at 5 on the dot, I literally jumped right out of bed, from a major dream/interaction, that I totally believe was given to me by the queen of dream-givers, the great Sarah Krassle. By the way in case U never ever knew this, and it is biblical in the story of Abraham and
Issac, the word for QUEEN (LORDESS) ON THE ASTRAL REALMS, IS S-A-R-A-H !!!!!!!!
Sarah the wife of Abraham was originally named with the astral-term of princess,
earth translations are Sari, and the almighty knew of this huge shit in the 20th century AD, and came directly onto the earth-realms, and instructed Abraham to rename his wife, QUEEN or SARAH , really UR saying exactly the same thing, just as her lovely great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, MEANS ON THE EARTHREALMS, the city of the great Sarah Krassle. CHESTER KNEW ABOUT THE WORMHOLE, AND WHEN HE FOUND IT, MRS. BASSLER, HIS ADOPTED MOTHER, SAID HE WENT TEMPORARILY CRAZY, ONLY SHE BLAMED IT ON MORE SOCIOLOGICALLY ACCEPTABLE TERMINOLOGY, and said it was something that the [then] secretary of defense, Mr. McNamara, said on television. BULLSUGAR, not buyin into that for a picoseck. The Callio family had numerous comic stores all over north and central Atlantic City, and these comic characters pose great dangers when misunderstood. Yes, this was done to attract kids and the Lasmist cult had a real brainiac attack with that move, but the dangers of dealing or over-dealing in and with PHASE 4 BEINGS, is too wild and incomprehensible to go into further at this moment. Phase four entities, cannot sustain their caporial existence in the worlds below their astral births, it violates
in what I went on to discuss, forgetting what Chester wrote to me. He claimed I
was somewhat goofy for making such a [ BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS TENNESSEEE AVENUE THING], and there was nothing to any of my wild claims, and on and on, with how all the people on the block were just simply small shop and motel owner, caught
up in no more than the normal duties of successfully running their businesses.
Then, and this stuck out like a sore tooth, u really did not have to be a
professor of literary mechanics to C this, he blares out, WORKING IN THIS HOTEL
REALLY CHANGED MY LIFE. Powerful words if U ask poor lil'ol' me, after U spend
line after line in a letter to a perfect stranger, responding to his query and
also his insinuations of the super-normal happening around his place, meaning
mine to him, and all he does but go on and on about normal living and gee
willagars why would anyone think anything weird or strange was ongoing, and then
pop right out of nowhere, a paragraph in his letter starts off with, working in
this hotel really changed my life. Well, for something to REALLY C H A N G E
YOUR FREGGIN' LIFE, I cannot make any deductive reasoning in logic how NORMAL OR EVEN NEAR TO NORMAL SITUATIONS could have such, and in his own words, life
changing effects, it really, if closely examined, in the mechanics of a literary
work, does not fit, hence, I feel he is frightened to death, and wrote me a bunch
of big fat lies. I cannot prove this, but on the night of December 12, 1996, and before I go on, I made an error in my prior blog and wrote'77, when I meant 1967, when discussing an agreement made between my aunt, her daughter, and the Shea of Iran, under orders of the great SSJKK, but back to present point, I went to sleep at or about 1 AM, and 4 hours later at 5 on the dot, I literally jumped right out of bed, from a major dream/interaction, that I totally believe was given to me by the queen of dream-givers, the great Sarah Krassle. By the way in case U never ever knew this, and it is biblical in the story of Abraham and
Issac, the word for QUEEN (LORDESS) ON THE ASTRAL REALMS, IS S-A-R-A-H !!!!!!!!
Sarah the wife of Abraham was originally named with the astral-term of princess,
earth translations are Sari, and the almighty knew of this huge shit in the 20th century AD, and came directly onto the earth-realms, and instructed Abraham to rename his wife, QUEEN or SARAH , really UR saying exactly the same thing, just as her lovely great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, MEANS ON THE EARTHREALMS, the city of the great Sarah Krassle. CHESTER KNEW ABOUT THE WORMHOLE, AND WHEN HE FOUND IT, MRS. BASSLER, HIS ADOPTED MOTHER, SAID HE WENT TEMPORARILY CRAZY, ONLY SHE BLAMED IT ON MORE SOCIOLOGICALLY ACCEPTABLE TERMINOLOGY, and said it was something that the [then] secretary of defense, Mr. McNamara, said on television. BULLSUGAR, not buyin into that for a picoseck. The Callio family had numerous comic stores all over north and central Atlantic City, and these comic characters pose great dangers when misunderstood. Yes, this was done to attract kids and the Lasmist cult had a real brainiac attack with that move, but the dangers of dealing or over-dealing in and with PHASE 4 BEINGS, is too wild and incomprehensible to go into further at this moment. Phase four entities, cannot sustain their caporial existence in the worlds below their astral births, it violates
the laws in
lawtronics, and none of us break these laws, violation of these
laws has no penalty nor punitation logic, as they simply CANNOT BE
VIOLATED, AS DIANA ROSS would so perfectly say when she called
privecode once, "NO HOW, NO NOTHING"
posted by
theansweristheqyuestion at 11:52
AM
About Me
-
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Not boring,
without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say
with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. Fun is replaced by 'intense', or
so says one of Morianity's fans.
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The
temperature hit 87 degrees today in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, and
feeling low nineties when factoring in the humidity.
Supposedly a cool front is coming, but I
thought that this was supposed to be here days ago, and each day is
at least middle eighties here in town this entire week. The weather
peeps claim some areas will drop as far as high thirties around here
for a while and that the snap will last throughout the end of the
entire week and weekend, and not warming up significantly again for
nearly a full week. We shall see, since for the past two to three
weeks or more, nothing good for me ever happens, and things HAVE
NEVER BEEN THIS GODDAMN BAD FOR ME, NAUT EVER!
The
gloves are coming off now people, since the MILITUFORCE
won't quit persecuting me to total death, and has caused me another
nightly CABLE-TV-FREEZE OUT-SERVICE
INTERRUPTION. When I threaten this monstrous evil diseased M2F
with stuff I will do to counterstrike their endless abuse and
harassment of me; it is meaningless to them. It works like potential
verses kinetic energy. Only the actual doing of something that upsets
them, EVER TRULY COUNTS, and until it is actually carried out, no
matter how much logic would damn dictate a reaction of back off
should result; IT DOES NAUT! I have learned this over many many
decades of being under their NIGHTMARE OF ENDLESS TERROR, since
August of 1986. So since the United States Census is not going to
happen for a few months or so, and since the APP is even further away
than that; the M2F goes right on striking me. Now, I will tell
something that needs to be told based on true and actual immediacy.
As most of you know out here, this week has not been particularly
kind to the Dow Jones Stock Market System of New York, New York. The
news media CLAINS that what is behind this small little drop is the
C-Virus. I promise you that a much larger truth lays behind why the
markets have nose dived this week, and hopefully tomorrow, a
HUUUUUUUUGE bullish surge will return, and I need to really explain
myself here since my entire blog has been about my hopes for a lower
market. I will not tell it all, but a lot of things that pertain to
this story were all born around the time of the great Taylor Swift
Ice Cream Shop days of the nineteen-nineties. I wanted to leave the
Highview Apartments and that nut case nabe across from me, Mizz
Janette and her sicko bar slob boyfriend who was teasing me and
screwing with me. I had reestablished my credit after a nasty 1984
bankruptcy that resulted after Halloween Day in
1983 and what the M2F did to me at the Atlantic
City Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino.
Now it was 1996, and I had purchased a
home some miles away from Williamstown, in Somerdale, on a NO-DOCK
MORTGAGE, meaning simply that the borrower, me, put down 25% of the
purchase price, and the bank in return did not verify my income and
other credit worthiness sources for purchasing a mortgage of this
value. I had more than enough available credit through many combined
credit card cash advance credit lines. I wrote the checks from these
accounts and poof, the mortgage was approved, but it happened a bit
weird and in my opinion, the financial peeps behind this were acting
way more illegally than I was. What happened was that the stock
market after years of super HUUUUUGE gains, suddenly had a
significant drop just as the deal went through on the mortgage, and
the original interest rate that was agreed on, was changed by the
bank or finance company, and was now at least half a percentage point
higher than what was originally agreed upon with them and myself. As
soon as I moved into the house or within a couple weeks after
somewhere, the markets fully returned to where they had been and
gained a lot more, but I was stuck with a much higher mortgage
payment because these fucking dirtball WALL STREET CRIMINAL CROOKS
used that shit to raise my interest rate. I knew all along that the
markets were going to return to where they were in a very short time,
and told them, and they did not care. They thought that they had a
legal right to do this to me. I should have, looking back now at this
crap, reneged on my offer to purchase the house and walked away, but
if memory serves me, they already had my down-payment, and I doubt
that it would have been returned, and the home was $125,000.00 so you
do the math. A quarter of that could have been lost to me, so I was
in no position to bargain with those rotten lost thieving WALL STREET
CROOKS, you go Senator Sanders old buddy, YOU GO! I was now being
charged for no legitimate reason, half of one percent of a hundred
twenty five thousand fucking bucks. So how does the days of
Katy-Queen fit into the present? Well, STAY-C tuned peeps and listen
up to poor pathetic pitiful me. I have been attempting to secure a
credit line increase to build my credit rating, through my bank, and
applied last week for this. The real reason for the drop in the DOW
JONES then following week, has no more to do with the C-Virus than
Katy and Taylor have to do with selling bathtubs in Bermuda. It is
however all part of another WALL STREET plot to not allow me to build
up my credit, and be legitimately denied the increase, due to a bad
stock market, which we all know will very soon go right back up to
where it was, and let me tell you all another thing. Once they deny
me and use this excuse on me, just as with the 1996 Somerdale death
house purchase rip off, BANG, the markets will be on their way to 35,
40, 45, 50, 55, even 60 thousand points, and you all see if this is a
lie. Trump is behind this entire fuckign nightmare of course, just as
he is behind all of my endless horrendous goddamn nightmares from
hell. I will be denied, and the markets will shoot up thousands and
thousands of points to brand new ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS. This will
start tomorrow, Thursday, the number of ELECTRICITY ( 27th)
TO BOOT!!!!!!!!!!! Every time a major nightly assault and especially
a utility assault strikes, POOF, the markets shoot up. Well, this
time, maybe the enemies shot off their own fucking foot. No decision
has been made yet and it will take until the middle of the week
following next week, according to the Loan Department of the Toronto
Dominion Bank. So this assault tonight will bring the markets to a
big turn about, and hopefully, not allow the bank to use a bad market
the way they did before in 1996, against me, to hurt me, and fuck my
plans all up. All dots connect, and they always have and they always
will. The shit in 1996 and the current times shit in 2020 is all
merely the same MISERY UNITS just being shuffled around, huh Mister
Clarence Harris? Only this time, the fucking jerk off enemies have
made a gargantuan mistake, because for the first time since 1996, I
am praying for the markets to indeed shoot up, and two things will
ALWAYS CAUSE THEM TO DO JUST THAT. First, if I engage in any musical
project, and second, following any MAJOR assault late at night by the
M2F, especially with my utilities! I know it, they know it, and we
both fully well know that we each fucking know it! Here comes that
super fucking annoying (`~HACK), Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
FEBRUARY 26, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Jane
Whoreshit Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda just screwed me with another of
her famous ONE-GROUPATION-ASSAULTS on me.
I need to compensate now (cunt phlegm rape)!!!!!!
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Yes
peeps, my revenge and retaliatory counterstriking will need to stay
much more immediate. Potential junk is meaningless and worthless
against this fucking demonic MILITUFORCE. They say, “Heaven
can wait”. I vehemently disagree with that one, but I
will tell you what can wait. Concerning myself with things that might
upset this powerful groupation of ultra epitomized scum eating toilet
water drinkers at some future moment, for starters. No more potential
energy applied against this BRIGGBASE
CONTROLLED M2F. From now on, only the immediate and
kinetic energy of shit will be applied against them. Telling that
huge comparison about these Trump-Pal-Banking Creditors, telling how
the dots connect in all things so perfectly, and many things along
these lines will have far greater and far more impact reach than
anything I can say I will do some time, no matter how damn big it is.
What would you rather have if you just fell out of an airplane with
only your underwear? A legally witnessed and official promise-note
for ten million delivered parachutes on the following business day,
or one damn parachute on your back RIGHT GODDAMN NOW, for crying out
loud? When you look at it with Spock-Logic; even retard little Cooley
Hall me, sees the powerhouse and awesome damn truth to
thissssssss!!!!!!! Don't think for one damn minute, Admiral Kirk,
Captain Spock, and Admiral Perry; that I am even tidbit close to
showing all of the virtually limitless zillions more, and even much
greater, connected dots to all of this 14+ YEAR MORIANITY JUNK. When
I get done, this M2F is going to be looking for lots of caves and
rocks to hide in and crawl underneath, and THAT, IPY peeps!!!!!!!!!!
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19, 2020
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26, 2020
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EVERYTHING
IS JUST ONE HUUUUUUUGE STAIRCASE CHASE, HUH WORLD????????????????????
THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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BLOGS
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WEDNESDAY
MORNING
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FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
FEBRUARY 26, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Mold is growing in places where no water leaks or dampness is
anywhere around. The nut-job next to me has been acting up again,
last night with loud TV, and this morning with hammering; just
like whoever was in that place before he came. The
computer and the TV in my apartment is also acting completely fucking
crazy. The dude at me' old fucking job from 1979-1981, RPL
Sound Labs in Camden, NJUSAESMWG said it best I suppose, “Dude,
you're haunted”. Well, speaking of being mother
fuckign damn haunted, the asshole dirtbag network that comes on my
Fort Pierce
Cable Channel Line-up on number 23, took that great show off
the air again this fucking week, “Ghost Whisperer”, leaving only
their usual garbage that I do not watch, so screw them. This entire
mother fucking world can GO STRAIGHT TO
GODDESSDAMN DOGTOWN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, SIR FONTY, and any
coworkers of his until they get themselves killed off perhaps in that
magical land that I refer to as “Hollywood-Hyperspace”!
So tell lovely Sharon to quit shoving so much damn coke up her nose,
DRIVER JOHNNY!!!!!!!! I believe Sir
Chester-Frank would now say, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
Folks;
I will be designing a new computer application eventually, so that
anyone can input most recent items, and the program will
mathematically recreate and alter the normal ratio of odds of things
to be predicted and happen, by a minimum of a ten percent advantage.
Now in casino roulette for example, let us say we begin at any place
and any time, and we jot down the numbers that pop up at any roulette
table that we go to. No other numbers count, even those happening at
other tables close by to where our table may be. In cards, you cannot
write anything down because this is the same reason that card
counters can alter their odds in their favor consistently a small
bit, and this is of course known in the gaming world as CARD
COUNTING. With roulette, the difference is unlike the gaming
shoe in a blackjack system, every spin of the wheel is independent of
all spins happening before it, and every spin gives a precise 1:38
chance for the outcome to be any of the 38 numbers on the wheel. Even
if the casinos did alter this, what would stop players from having a
tiny micro-digital wristwatch that works just like in the old days
when we had tiny little micro-cassette tape recorders that would fit
into a small pocket and had tiny condenser built in mics, and then
simply and innocently repeat a number out loud into their watch,
quite inconspicuously? The point is that playing one-long-game in
roulette, and using a proper mathematical formula for endlessly
cataloging a players own personal number outcomes; will indeed alter
these otherwise 1:38 chances for any number to randomly come out for
you. Why? Because you are not truly changing the reality of the odds
being 1:38 for any outcome each and every spin of the wheel. But
you are altering the quantum reality of
interactive-personal-hot-numbers in shorter run plays, that
are always built into anything all the time, no
matter if we are playing a game of roulette, or counting
various color automobiles that are passing us by on a random group of
streets. You may on the face of this think that we can alter
the reality of things, but in larger quantum truth; all players go to
many wheels all the time, and it all circulates, just as if no player
ever existed, and these wheels just were spun by dealers with no
customers ever entering the casinos. These exact same principles in
quantum truth is exactly WHY on subatomic levels where truths are
actually constructed and engineered, each individual's focused
attention on any item, actually DOES alter an outcome, and actually
is also WHY space-time or its quantum fabric so to speak, truly is
not simply that, but rather is what I have called in my Enlightened
Morianity, “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. To
quote Sir Dennis Snyder here folks, and
yes Microsoft
Corporation
as well, “FOLKSINGERS” too,
“And that's just reality son”!!! So
all a player needs to do is simply record the new data, go home and
use the app that will take the new data and the old data, and spit
out the most hot numbers in shorter-run-play that are in a magnetic
percentage for the player, and then remember four or five numbers
that will be played on the following game, while not forgetting of
course to always record the new data (numbers that come out on the
game that they are playing currently). The mathematical program in
the app will do the actual work, and a player can look at it as doing
their HOMEWORK after returning from a gaming house, only the computer
is doing the work, and simply tells you your next numbers to play,
similarly as a Chinese fortune cookie tells us what lottery numbers
we should buy, only that idea next to a purely quantum-mathematical
system is not even apples and toothpicks in a comparison for
producing consistent and long term results of profiting as a
professional roulette playing 'gambler'. I place the word in italics
because it is not gambling when we have the HOT NUMBERS that apply to
our own personal quantum reality each and every time we go to play at
a casino somewhere, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! I plan to do this
and do the 2020 Census thing because my MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES just refuse to ever stop persecuting me to mother
fucking death; SHERIFF MASCARA, OH KIND AWESOME SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for actually using the technology of creating what Morianity has
referenced in many blogs over the past year or so now, to cause real
events in out localized short-term STM to alter in favor of our will;
since quite obviously several players using the ONE-LONG-GAME System
of Roulette, could indeed alter what would otherwise happen at any
roulette wheel, if they organized their efforts together at any one
time and wheel; that is most definitely a separate topic of
conversion here; me' great folksingers and folks out here. This is
when peeps such as the mighty non-Joe Young or Sir Ray Young, from
1988 of the Chinese Water-Cooler Company, got all hot and wet about
taking over the world in about ten moves, to quote him, regarding the
potential of using such mind bending operations, especially for those
with great wealth and power, and so my question is posed right here
and now to the world: Who is to say that these technologies are not
known of and used, told to these 'billionaire/world owner' peeps by
the same out of this world 'alien entities' such as Mizz Lightning
Bathtub, or any other Mike MCNY-HA-HA-HA, AHA's of the world? Shit
like fucking parallel event technology and using the short term
quanta reality of applying one long anything in group effort
functions; I mean just who is to say that this is not all a part of
the secrets of the WORLD OWNER/CONTROLLER PEEPS all along, and then
when a totally uninvited little fucking scumbag like Mountainpen just
seemed to stumble onto their secrets of the Bohemian Grove Society or
'WHATEVER' to quote me' ol' Westmont, New Jersey country-vocalist
turned Federal Congressman from 1975-1980; this indeed could have
caused all of me' problems with this horrendous and monstrous mother
fucking MILITUFORCE. Who can know such things for crying out fucking
loud, Surfer Fonty? I mean yo yo yo, JEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE for Sahasra
Dal Kanwal's sake, me' BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2020, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
Now
to follow up on something spoken in me' Blogs Of Mountainpen
(BOM) back at
11:52
POST MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
NIGHT
6
JUNE, 2019
Looking
back now on many things with so much horrible fucking shit that I
endure living here in this public housing nightmare building from
total DOGTOWN, I know that I made a huge error in not moving from
this monster ass putrid place years ago!!!!!!!!! Oh well, Sheriff KJM
and Ann King Annihilating Silva and Microsoft Spellchecker, and
daughter DAWN-MARIE, Ann's daughter, not mine, PRAISE BE TO THE
FUCKING ASTRAL PLANE GODS!!!!!!!!! Many wild
things are in the wind all around me, but things started to take a
shape all their own on Sarah Jacobson
Cooley Hall HH Watergate Day, shortly
after I decided to redo an old 1983 song called, “Girl,
I'll
Tell
You
Anything”,
and make a few changes to it, very minor ones, Mister American
Express Goldsmith Mountainpen Miners, and yes again, “OH
WELL”. Well, minus two proverbial
rivers, let me discuss some really heavy fucking shit, lads and
lassies and great awesome lab-techs and lab-dogs, and I guess lap
dogs too. First off, the death angel is passing by me major, again
now as I speak at a minute shy of fucking midnight, and all day for
days and days, right now on my left side. I've had some real
Obama-”Whopper-Doozies”
recently, and all on my right side, like Wonderful
Oprah
Winfrey or
abbreviated into WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! But let us forget about owning
the land, or owning television networks, or carrying out threats made
from more than a decade earlier, or songs from any 1983 musical
projects, while residing at Atco, NJUSAESMWG, in rental homes owned
by real estate investor Sir Jerry Pliner, owner of the L&S
Nursing Home on Jackson Road; and simply start to concentrate on more
urgent fucking ass matters for crying out loud, if we don't get shot
to death that is before the year of me' birth, or have girls all cut
up in our bathrooms while other strange witches try and frame us for
the murder. We can always get back to great Hollywood peeps such as
Maverick Tricycle Riders in Levittown homes later to become great Jim
Rockford files with lots of loose teeth, as well as lovely
BIG-O. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUIZE
for crying out loud! Right now, let
me tell a little bit more shit about COOLEY HALL, SARAH
JACOBSON, DAN MACKEY, BOB MCDOWELL, and
GREAT LOBBY AREA CHRISTMAS TREES, WILD DREAMS, AND FANTASTIC
ANGELS WHO SING WITH A VOICE SO LOVELY THAT WE ALL PRACTICALLY LOSE
OUR SANITY UPON HEARING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most peeps who are goddamn reading these things have read major shit
from back in the first quarter and maybe up to the first half of the
fourteen plus years of this blog, concerning these matters. I will
not be reiterating already told junk, so anyone not familiar can
perhaps download some type of a word-find APP and then find these
topics on earlier Morianity, and read for themselves all about
thissssssss incredible dogshit on rye bread. I am absolutely
convinced that PATTY HOLLISTER was in with that wild mystical mail
order school that had cassette tape educational learning, and tghat
she absolutely planned it so that my mom would take the information
from either her desk or a trash can they both shared at that shipping
company office that back then in 1972 was located at the 3-Penn
Center plaza on Market Street, in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, just a
block to the west of the world famous Philadelphia City Hall, and the
Billy Penn Tower. Only this greatr knowledge would allow Merry to use
so many of these tricks on me throughout the years, and the entire
world knows that there has always been some weird type of magic
between them, throughout Merry's entire growing up life. Last night's
great Project Bluebook TV episode on the Cable-History-Channel was
super awesome, with that ESS-implant that is caused by other names on
the great “Ghost Whisperer” show, where the dude who helped the
project last past the commission trial days, suddenly became
indwell'd by the 'alien'. Only a fool refuses to believe that
SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN in this world from time to time, totally
unexplainable of course, and unless we use Morianity's Exploratronic
Supermind Society and HYPERSPACE-DREAMING as the explanation, we are
forever lost. But how does anyone ever become a TYPE-3-EXP? Well, I
know of only one way, lovely Patty, and that is your wonderful and
awesome FASCITAR for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!! These mother fucking
doors are beyond annoying, and every time I try getting into heavy
shit with most topics in Morianity, the biggest one being that GREAT
MAGICAL COOLEY HALL SCHOOL, POP, all of DOGTOWN always dependably
breaks loose around me, does it naut?????? SO YARRRRR!!! But as
stated on many of me' blog-writings
of MORIANITY,
there are several items of major consequence that have acted as
incredible triggers for me, and causing me to then experience life
altering bullshit directly following these. A couple of days back was
June the fourth, or CHOKE DAY,
where 1983 on that date was worse for me than anything than ever
happened in Normandy, France, ESMWG. I say this because most people
have been afforded the great luxury of relating to a whole different
set of facts than I have been, namely that death is the absolutely
worst thing that mortal man can ever experience. So I am not in any
way belittling D-DAY, but what happened
to me on June 4, 1983
makes D-DAY look like a roach invasion next to a tank invasion. I am
sorry, but that's just the way it is or to quote the mighty CIA-AGENT
from the late sixties, impersonating a Campbell's Soup Employee in
Camden, New Jersey, DPA, “It's just
that simple”, yo! But a really
powerful deal happened a few years before this, although it most
definitely is all fucking completely tied together in some deep dyed
plot from the quintessential depths of DOGTOWN, and that is the farm
outside of Haddonfield that was prophesied by me a decade earlier,
where my total destruction would take place and sure enough, IT MOST
DEFINITELY DID take place! This farm outside of Haddonfield, was
indeed a farm in those days that I made that prophesy to my educator
at the illustrious COOLEY HALL, Mister DLS (David Leigh Smith).
BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT,
it became the incredible ROBIN
HILL
APARTMENTS,
OF VOORHEES,
NEW JERSEY,
DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, (Voorhees,
NJDPAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!! Wonderful
Oprah
Winfrey
times about 20! Yes folks, my goddamn nightmare life from ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS and Debbie Blondie Harry's gal-pal and NABE
BELOW ME in UNIT # 1801, while I was
residing at Unit #1802, really got me,
got me, got me, HUH, ADA RON WIRTZ
SENIOR, ME KIND SIR? So allow and 'permit me',
Mister Heinz 175
Gozzwald Gottwald Camera-Man, to further illustrate some shit here,
for my wonderful BLOGAUDIANS, yo yo yo yo yo yo, and
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!
JULY
23, 2015
THURSDAY
MORNING, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH,
SOL, MW-GAL
THE
TIME IS 6:00 A.M.
THE
TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 80 DEGREES.
WIND
IS WSW AT 0, WITH A TINY GUST TO 4.
YESTERDAY,
MY TOWN HIT 94 DEGREES, BUT IT COOLED OFF AND GOT STORMY.
LIGHTNING
CAME AROUND AND WAS SO LOVELY.
THE
END, ALL SAVANTS OUT HERE, YO
YO YO YO.
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