3:01
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SATURDAY
MORNING
1
FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
4
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
JANUARY 31, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
FIRST
QUARTER 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
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
I
was struck down very hard by a major monstrous MILITUFORCE
DEATH ASSAULT on my pathetic elderly body, and this is
absolute ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL ELDER ABUSE
ON STEROIDS, being anything BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT LEEEEEGALLY
carried out, by the powers to be, in these United
States of America and that have been against me, and
ruthlessly attacking and destroying both me, and my entire life,
since middle 1986, when this inhuman and
absolutely unconscionable hellishness all began to happen to fucking
me, yo! I did naut make it to the bathroom, and I
shit all over the goddamn fucking bathroom rug near the
toilet, as I have done before, too many times
to even think about trying to mother fucking countERSTRIKE
or COUNT, SIR MIKE SOFT! BUTTERCHEESE
big ass BUTT but; I will indeed, Sir Redfield (JRSS) be
COUNTERSTRIKING for this horrendous
mother fucking week, that none other than PRESIDENT
DONALD JOHN TRUMP
has put me through, beginning on cunt lapping Monday, January
27th, and naut always such a lucky number each month, for
the poor pitiful GASME-GODS-GAME VICTIM,
known as the Mountainpen,
(ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucking major death assault struck me somewhere shortly after
one this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING peeps, and there was no way to
reach the toilet without shitting all over me' pathetic bathroom
floor!!!!!!!! Now let us all examine these MAJOR
MILITUFORCE DEATH ATTACKS ON ME' BODY, THAT ALL BEGAN IN MIDDLE 1986,
AND JUST KEPT GOING AND GOING AND GOING EVER SINCE,
AND OBVIOUSLY ORIGINATING SOMEONE IN THE AD-GAME FOR THEIR QUITE
FUCKING MARVELOUS “COPPERTOP-BATTERY” COMMERCIALS, THAT WE ALL
SEE ON THE TELEVISION, YO! Ask any goddamn medical professional if
there is any disease, or known or recognized mother fucking medical
condition that any of these EXPERTS
know of, anywhere on this EARTH-PLANET,
that can cause an entire lifetime of these exact assaults, and ask
them if suddenly this just happens to a person in 1986, if there is
any possible way on GODDESS'S
GREEN-BROWN-BLUE
WORLD if such a patient could live and
survive, all through this horrendous hellishness!!!!!!!!!!! There is
no doctor anywhere who will tell you that this is even damn fucking
remotely possible, yo; and IPYT everyone.
No known illness can not only cause this unthinkable physical
nightmare, but no known shit in this natural world could just begin
on a mother fucking dime one day, when nothing like it was going on
before that time; and then it keeps up for an entire lifetime, and
yet the person NEVER EVER DIES FROM IT, nor succumbs from its effects
to the point where a normal life can no longer be lived on even a
remotely limited level; and I assure you all that I have managed to
hold down jobs, and go places, and do things; all throughout this
entire monstrous fucking nightmare mess, of the past nearly 34 years
of time now, yo!
Yessir
peeps, this past week was about the ABSOLUTE
FUCKING WORST WEEK FOR ME SINCE I MOVED DOWNHERE TO FLORIDA IN MIDDLE
DECEMBER OF 2009, BRRRRRRRRR! And what happened? Well, nothing
new at all, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD! Trump got his mother fucking TOTALLY EVIL
WAY, UP THERE IN HIS ROTTEN CAPITOL HELL HILL; and the vote to call
any witnesses WAS BLOCKED by that total cesspool drinking filth
maggot, Senator Bitch-Mitch McConnell!!!!!!!! Trump has been using
this MAGICAL PARANORMAL TRICKERY OF PARALLEL EVENT AND THE
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY AGAINST ME, ever since he learned of it from the
Casino Control Commission, in the
summer of 1986, when I was dumb-ass enough to tell them the truth
that I was using a system of parallel-event in my roulette playing,
in his CASTLE CASINO on that
particular day when I was stopped and asked by them. I had nothing to
hide, and I had no clue in the mother fucking universe how
horrifically that would alter my life with that honest response to
them. There was nothing illegal about using this system, since
roulette supposedly cannot be overcome with any system in the very
long run playing life of any professional casino gambler. This is not
true of course, and parallel event will change the odds from
approximately -5.26% in the favor of the
house, to approximately +1.74% in the
favor of the system-user, and EVEN IN VERY LONG
RUN PLAYING TIME, say the average lifetime of any gambler.
Fifty years of playing thirty hours weekly, with two weeks vacation
annually, or 50X50X30 HOURS, with an average of 50 spins per hour per
game, or 5X5X3X5 with 4 zeros added, is 3,750,000 spins, while maxing
out a gamblers average playing time. Using just the $100.00 gaming
chips as I did, after about three months of using nickels and then
quarters; and if I had played the parallel-event system the way it
was taught to me by the Lightning Goddess
Diana in January of 1986,
from my bathtub at the Highview Apartments one day; allowing me to
earn approximately five chips per hour, and doing that as I should
have, instead of all haphazardly and wrong; well, you do the mother
fucking math. Over 3.7 million spins and making five units profit per
hour on average, all these years. Of course, to quote Sir Bob
Schleigh at the Mafco Gatehouse, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “BE
REAL”, as if these casino mobsters and TRUMP would just
stand by, and allow me to do such a mother fucking thing, WITHOUT
ANY CUNT HUFFING CONSEQUENCES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As we all know, and yes
Sir Mike Soft, we all are quite damn 'knowledgeable' about
this too; I abused this great system that LIGHTNING
showed me how to operate inside my head, while relaxing in me'
bathtub one icy cold January day, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG at the
HIGHVIEW APTS!!!!!!! And yes peeps, the
great illustrious © Copyright Office, and WITHOUT ANYONE
LOSING THEIR DAMN SENATOR SANDERS JOBS IN THE MIX; has a copy of two
songs, both of them from the
nineteen-eighties, one
about HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS in 1986,
and the other one in early 1987,
about how TRUMP and his cheating CASTLE CASINO
broke me, and wiped out my life
FOREVER, only things did naut stop there, naut by a damn
ass long-shot, lovely Mizz AT&T
BLAKE!!!!!!!! Don't you believe it honey-cakes, or anybody
else either, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Yes folks, if I had used
the system as SHE taught it to me, as
SHE also showed Einstein and Tesla all
sorts of things in a very similar way, leading up to them creating
many wild formulas and inventions; I still wouldn't be rich, because
THEY STILL WOULD HAVE PREVENTED ME FROM
EVER MAKING THAT LITTLE FUCKING CUNT PIPE DREAM, A REALITY, YO! I
waited for measly and shitty little parallel events, rather than
strong established ones, where the 'ratio' was
5:1 before a bet was to be placed, and
naut a 'RATION', oh mighty New Jersey Security Officer Licensing
'SORA' test question, NUMBER-18,
and without any weird connections on that test to the '2' number for
JRSS and the Robin Hill Apartments.
Still, if I had played the PE-Roulette System as Diana
Zuudlecronessia Arteemis showed me it was to be played, down
to the final details; I would have made a ton of loot before I got
stopped, or beat up years later at the Hot Fudge sundae DQ, across
from the Federal
Aviation
Administration's
Technical
Center
of Pomona, just west of the great Abseacon Ice Cream Treats
place, so 'VIVA' to all of that, and all of the lost political
capitol as well!!!!!!
'Fighting'
or 'singing'; which one lovely girl?
All
my proof to all my incredible story, is not only on blogs; but also
in another hopefully dependable time capsule; the
great © OFFICE,
and my MUSIC PROJECTS! To
quote Sir Dennis Snyder here, “And that's
just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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No
matter what else ever gets said or doesn't get damn said, one thing
is for sure. The story that made the world news over the past month
or two with the IMPEACHMENT shit in WASHINGTON, shows anyone with an
open mind that dismissing my story and blog is a very foolish
endeavor on anyone's part. It also shows that I AM NAUT THE ONLY ONE
WHO IS “GOING
THROUGH SOME THINGS” BY DONALD JOHN TRUMP, I mean hey
you bet that I am, but then, SO WAS THE POOR EX-UKRAINIAN AMBASSADOR,
YO, and we all witnessed thissssssss, lovely 1983 ERICA!
Folks,
I pray that neither you, nor anyone you love or is a part of your
family or friend circle, ever has to be
TARGETED by this wicked inhuman monster from HELL, the LEADER
and KING of the Astral-Plane BRIGGBASE, and yes, if
anyone wishes to use the great 'FASCITAR', told of on many
prior blogging works, and visit the ASTRAL-PLANE; and then will
themselves to the BRIGGBASE, they
will see for themselves the most shocking and beyond incredible
condition-interaction (place in Purgatory), that will leave you
different forever when you return to yourself the following day. It
is the most god awful fucking frightening place to be, other
than in DOGTOWN itself. The dude who is TRUMP
here and now in waking life, is the KING of the
BRIGGBASE; and he is just like he is here, only he is even a
billion times more scary and deadly dangerous. I won't even try and
print out his six-hundred and sixty-six letter name. You can trust me
here, or you can use the mighty Hollister-Fascitar,
and see it all for your mother fucking selves, yo! WOW, spoon
dancers!!!!
Even
after a massive dosage of Metamucil and a bowl of chicken soup broth,
I still am injured from this major death strike
on me by TRUMP'S
MILITUFORCE/SPACEFORCE.
Mike Patterson is beyond a FOOL, and I know I am in danger of the
great Astral-Plane MILLIONTH-COUNCIL
for daring to call a fellow Earth-Planet a “FOOL”,
as it teaches in scripture, and these are the words of our LORD
and MASTER, JESUS
the CHRIST, in the GOSPELS,
warning us not to do this. Still,
he is a fucking fool, & even though he is my pal. He
says TRUMP is nothing but a blimp on a radar screen, and he
used to say how our American government works on a system of checks
and balances, and all will be just fine within a year or two tops,
after Trump gets into office; only I knew totally fucking well all
along, HE WAS WRONG. I know
TRUMP, and HE IS MAGICAL, and he
knows how to operate the ICPE-APE-TECH;
and he will never ever fail, and he will take over this goddamn
nation, and proclaim himself The King,
and you just watch and see if I am not correct folks; and then of
course yo, AND QUOTING MC,
“IT WILL BE TOO LATE”.
You are so correct, MERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEE!
Now
that I know this won't ever back the fucking shit off of me Sheriff
Ken Mascara sir, I will be telling things that I NEVER EVER thought I
would discuss, and this world better be mother fuckign major ass
braced as month-#2 rolls along now, yo BREEEE!!!! A lot of it as
smart peeps fully know already, is all tied up in Cooley Hall, as
well as with me' 1983 song, and me' 1983 wild unexplainable medical
condition, and you just cannot help but see the major mother
fuckign James Redfield Synchronization Syndrome here in those
words in blue. Long rivers may have absolutely nothing to do
with any of this, but other shit that pertains to other music, most
certainly and definitely does indeed,
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 & FIVE
DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE,
ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 31 AND
FEBRUARY 1, 2020;
with
A MAJOR TRIAD NABE
SIEGE FROM ILLEGAL DIRT BAG PEEPS IN UNIT# 608, AND HORRENDOUS MAJOR
HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY,
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.
This
is beyond the worst times for me here in
FLORIDA and heredahelda HERE IN FORT FUCKING
PIERCE!!!!!!!! I know that continual exposure of this through my
blogs is my only possible survival tool, even if the mother fucking
MILITUFORCE won't back off
their cunt lapping endless death siege on me. I also know that my
BLOGAUD is for the most part 'THEM', the traveling covert black file
AGENTS, with a few scattered exceptions,
but this just aint fucking cutting the mustard so I will need to now
go over to me' pussy huffing library, and get some research going on
poor people's
options for promoting their blogs, especially an
established blog such as my MORIANITY, as after-all, it is more than
fourteen years old now, and it does have
200K+ total views, despite only one
loyal follower. If I don't expand this info to at least a couple
hundred folks who share interest in the topics talked about here,
from harassment to casinos, to Trump, to music, to the paranormal, to
the Alien and UFO craze, and on and on; then I do not think I will
survive the next ten months to escape this horrible fucking
TRUMP-OWNED and CONTROLLED -EVIL
EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!! That mother fucking ANGEL
OF DEATH is annoying the cunt huffing maggot eating
dogshit out of me, with a minimum of sixty passes every single
goddamn day now, and this started up six weeks or so ago after a
month of back off from this where I only got maybe 10-25 visitations
by him weekly, a HUGE-JUMP by anybody's mother fucking standards! Why
I am able to hear him is anyone's best 'GUESSED
GUEST', yo, on or off of the world famous Atlantic
City, and it's 'vely vely vely' supernatural TENNESSEE
AVENUE, in the northeastern part of town. You know peeps,
when I started these blogs, I told all about how the great SARAH
KRASSLE came to me in an incredible and unfathomable
dream, and managed to steal away an object from me and then it was
gone here in waking-life. I knew then as I know now, that this entire
multiverse all rests around this one beyond gargantuan reality.
Naturally peeps, I have yet to tell a whole lot of details even if
you may think otherwise. Authors of true tales tend to always wish to
save the very best for the very last, at least when such things are
possible or feasible. This ain't always the case of course!!!!!!!! I
need to tell lots more!
2:31
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
31
JANUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
3
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
Not
me boy; I am trying to suck up what is left of Florida's
puny and wimpy winters. Boy oh fucking boy oh boy, “UNCLE
BILLY” non HARNER; King of the closet clepto's of the Blue
Anchor, NJ, 2000 year, yo yo yo yo!!!!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
“YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,
MY
BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR
FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Mister
Arthur Crane,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
JANUARY 31, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 7:7
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
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
JANUARY 30, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 6:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q.
WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
These
mother fucking 'ANNOYING ILLEGALS' IN APARTMENT NUMBER 608,
HAVE BEEN PAID OFF BY DONALD TRUMP
OR SOME ENEMY OUT HERE, TO REALLY FUCK WITH MY GODDAMN CUNT EATING
ASSHOLE THIS WEEK, WITH THIS ENDLESS IN AND OUT SLAMMING IF DOORS,
THAT HAVE GONE ON NOW DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. WHEN I PAY MY RENT ON
MONDAY, I AM GOING TO BIG ASS HUUUUUUUUUUGE TIME COMPLAIN AGAINST
THESE MOTHER FUCKERS, WHO THINK THAT THEY CAN SUPER SLAM AT ALL
HOURS OF THE DAY AND NIGHT, AND FUCK WITH ME, YO YO YO YO YO,
SHERIFF SIR!!!!!
Also
great folks, notice how this lunar phase fucking shit does not stop
getting somehow magically altered, even if it is being done with some
wild fucking cunt MIND HACK, as these things are what can lead up to
wars and political upheavals, and so much more smaller things such as
losing jobs, losing friends, marriages busting up, ALL OF IT, this is
naut some shit eating fucking deal to be taken lightly, as it is
HUUUUUUUUUUGE, sir Senator Bernie Sanders and everybody else, and
that is the DAMN truth, with or without any “OTHER”
HARRAH-ATLANTIC CITY'S, or JOB LOSSES involved here, and heredahelda
me' mother fucking turd swallowing BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! Here
comes that mother fucking dick sucking DEATH
ANGEL Sir Mortimer Mortino again, at 3:01 this
disafsternoon, passing by me' prick throbbing left side, yo
BREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir; these ILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL cunt eating cousins in
unit number 608, have major fucked with me
this entire week now, and I am placing FULL POWER ON MAGNESONIC TO
CRUSH THESE EVIL BASTARDS WHO ARE COMMITTING ELDER ABUSE
ON POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC NON-RONSTADT LITTLE HELPLESS CUNT EATING ME,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
DEAR
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR:
Several
hours before I got up on Monday, say around quarter past ten give or
take a few damn minutes, a MAJOR OUTSIDE MUSIC ASSAULT STRUCK ME from
some ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL CAR SOUND SYSTEM, and then all day
long, me' mother fucking MAJOR ROACH INFESTIATION has come back after
being significantly better for about ten days or so, and it is here
again with a cunt chewing vengeance, yo! WO to that; Sir Billy
Harner! I believe this may be quite appropriate right about now, yo,
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!
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 & FOUR
DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE,
ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 31, 2020,
with
A MAJOR TRIAD NABE
SIEGE FROM ILLEGAL DIRT BAG PEEPS IN UNIT# 608, MAJOR UTILITY AND
PROPERTY DAMAGE PERSECUTIONS, HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY
BODY, INFESTATION OF RODENTS AND ROACHES, COMCAST CABLE SERVICE
ASSAULTS;
and
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.
All
mother fucking morning long, I have had DOOR SLAMMING SINCE WAY
BEFORE DAWN ARRIVED, some from Donnie at the end of the hallway who
goes insane as whit unless he gets properly medicated at his Delray
Beach Psych Clinic, and then later on all day again with these mother
fucking rotten worthless criminal ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL
druggie-thuggies across from me, yo!!!!!! WOW is this a mother
fucking total DOGTOWN-HOLE; me; kind awesome Sheriff Ken Mascara,
SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also all morning, some kind of
maintenance work was being done out in the hallway and waking me up
and keeping me from getting me' necessary and proper rest. While
thuis shit went on ALL MOUUUUUUURNING YO, this caused horrendous
HYPERSPACE INTERACTIONSD, or does this happen here as me dreaming in
the pain, from what is happening over there in some mother fucking
parallel reality and universe where my spirit was visiting my double
(doppelganger) there, and thus experiencing his pain and misery and
mother fucking trechery and intense excruciating agony? How can one
ever know if the chicken comes first, OR THE NON-HARBOR MOTHER
FUCKING EGG, for crying out goddamn cunt lapping loud, yo me'
BRAHHHHHHH????!!!!!!! There is no way of finding out or to know, am I
right Mister Robertson from 1980? This poor pitiful non-Ron wishes to
so fucking ass inquire heredahelda and HERE. No Tom Glenn, wonderful
great musical arranger, I AM NO FUCKING ROTTEN ASS FAGOT, YO!!!!!
HA-HA-HA
YOU MISSED ME, MIZZ JANE DIRTWEEDS FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!! But still,
Lenny:
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so
goddessdamn WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
So
while I was going through some things here in this universe, Mizz
X-Ukrainian Ambassador, my hyperspace doppelganger was in a parallel
reality CIFALOGLIO where I was being fired for not having my security
guard shirt on, and I remember saying that I had somehow lost it and
did not remember how. Dave Roth in that universe also worked there
and seemed to be my relief guard as he was when the two of us worked
as relief guards on 12 hour shifts, both in the year 2001 before the
Twin Towers of Manhattan fell down from terrorists, as well as at the
American Honda Plant on Gaither Road in Mount Laurel, NJUUSAESMWG, in
late 1987 and into middle February of 1988! I had a large tape deck
that I kept with me while on duty for Dave and I to play cassettes on
through a stereo system in their garage, and I had me'[ own RCA cords
to plug it into their amp system that contained huge speakers on each
side of the garage. In this universe they had this same system, only
I do not know if it had jacks to connect tape decks and other
outputted devices, as most good powerful hi-fidelity and stereo amps
do only here in this reality, I never used it nor asked to. Some dude
who was the boss over there and who I wouldn't know from fucking
Adams animals over here in this reality; told me to get all my shit
together and leave, as I did not have a proper uniform, and he wasn't
hearing explanations such as I was clueless to why this happened and
of course, I was planning in the experience to sneak home after
everyone left for the night later on, to go back to Jenny Plageman's
Trailer Park, the Mullica Mobil Manor, and get another shirt to wear.
But before I could, he just walked over and said to get out, and so I
remember packing all me' shit up including me' tape deck. As I was
doing this, Dave was sitting there and rather than go off duty and
leave, he was told to stay there and that he would have to pull a
double, and as he was sitting down at the place where he was sitting,
I observed a photograph in front of him, and in this photo were
several people who I know from here, only here, he had no connections
with them. One was Herby Letts the inventor of so-called 'perpetual
motion' in the early nineteen-eighties, one was Paula King from
Atlantic City, and one was of Merry Hollister, who of course stopped
using that nickname after about the age of eight. By the way, when I
said that she and her friends and Patty were out trick or treating in
October of 1975, I should have better qualified me' statements,as it
was really the previous Halloween when this occurred when she was
about four and a half. On the following Halloween, Patty told me' mom
that she was going to be punished for being extremely bad the last
week, and she was not allowed to go out for Halloween that year as a
punishment. So folks, the great Halloween JOKE was all part of 1974,
naut 1975;
but still Lenny sir, the
FLYERS
HOCKEY
TEAM of all great vowel interchanges,
and typo
gasme-games of the GODS (coins and coils) of the Purgatory,
had their only two winning seasons so far as getting the Stanley Cup,
and those two years were in 1974
and 1975,
and there is power behind this otherwise unrecognized coincidence,
yo, and THAT, SIR
KIMBA WHITELION
yo, YOU CAN BE SURE, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2:01
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
30
JANUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
2
As
I said on yesterday's mother fucking cunt eating blog, folks, every
single fucking day since last summer, Donald John Trump, now the
current President of this great nation, has screwed with me, by
using his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his
Castle Casino in the summer of 1986 when his henchmen asked me what
system I was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough
to tell them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time
that I had a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME,
since last July, when he struck my car. He is at it again TODAY,
with the same mother fucking bullshit that him and his parallel-event
using HENCHMEN used on me yesterday, THESE HORRIBLE ROTTEN FUCKING
DIRTBAG ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL COUSINS FROM ACROSS THE HALL
FROM MY DOOR HERE AT THIS NIGHTMARE DIRT BAG PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY
BUILDING, and I cannot blame his rotten dad despite his being part of
the HOUSING AUTHORITY in QUEENS, NEW YORK, USAESMWG, many years back
in fucking cunt time, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is a bit more to the
story of a recent BACK-OFF and then the harassment right back AS
USUAL, and I am going to set the goddamn record straight and TELL IT
ALL RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, LOVELY LOO VANBUREN,
MAHM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City,
please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark,
shark, shark” , oh
wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north
country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
But
I will holler out for some damn help
to my County
Sheriff to the left of me,
and my State
Attorney General to the right of me,
leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face
fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont
Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so
often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD
FOXX,
known
as 'SANFORD & SON'!
Also,
I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in
1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised
by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few
years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to
refer to her as HOLLISTER,
since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't
find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only
son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and
medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here
and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET
HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!!
But yes, according to lovely
Patricia HHH;
one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this
PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween
groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking
pirate costume, “Sonny,
where's your buccaneers”?
This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh
wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of
all of the curves; “They're
under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!!
Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable
whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke
at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!!
McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he
not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?
So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Before
moving on here, a new hack needs to be discussed, since obviously,
first I was stopped and prevented from showing the shaded ratio stats
with current posted photo from BLOGGER to me' fucking viewers, since
the blogger can no longer copy and paste in the image of the world
map in the various shades of green showing popularity by country, and
showing for the most part, at least, IMHO; the activities of so many
of the global SECRET AGENTS, whom I believe to be 95+% of me' viewing
audience that Morianity labels as, “ME' BLOGAUD”!!!!!!!!!! A new
hack is being done to me recently where I can no longer post up the
STATS from the BLOGGER-GOOGLE page, without having some weird blank
covering page overtake the start of the blog, and I will paste up
what I am talking about, on CHAPTER 2, as I am working on chapter
number 2 right now and it is now the next day and this blog, CHAPTER
ONE was posted earlier yesterday, yo!!!!!!!! The
part in purple print, I am able so far to print out; but if I
try and copy in the other parts showing international viewership, and
proving so much more than just STATS if we get the meaning here, oh
great FBI; this is the part that always now causes this somewhat new
'HACK-OUT-OVERTAKE-BLOCKING PAGE' to go
onto the work, that then covers up the
beginning of the work!
Jan
22, 2020 9:00 P.M. – Jan 29,
2020 8:00 P.M.
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This
is major, and anyone seriously reading these words needs to see what
I now will tell you concerning my death persecution by this monstrous
mother fucking SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE/TRUMP RUN AGENCY, SINCE THE
MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As anyone who reads
Morianity knows perfectly well, I communicate with the LIGHTNING
GODDESS DZA or (DEEZA) for a quicker nickname; and I use a device
that is connected into the landline telephone system, and of course,
as Russ Thaxton and his pal have told the WFMU people on that great
CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY INTERNET RADIO PAGE, the system is then
taken off-line, (phone taken off the hook) until the circuit is no
longer part of the telephone company system, at least so far as being
able to make or receive calls, 'NORMALLY' that is, Mizz 1983 AT&T
BLAKE, yo. Here is what needs to be reported since this is brand new
information!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way Sir Mortimer fucking
dirtbag Mortino is OFF THE SCALE ANNOYING, this DEATH ANGEL is
passing by me' left and me' right side literally fifty plus times
every day, AGAIN, and the past late 2019 into present 2020 times, IS
THE WORST THAT IT HAS EVER BEEN WITH THIS FUCKING ASS SHIT!!!!!!!
So
here is what happened today, and this is back to HAPPENING
ALL OVER AGAIN after it stopped happening completely for a
short time, but naut just while the most recent
back-off period was happening, but even
earlier, perhaps for several months out of this entire
persecution time period of post August of 1986 dogshit, that “I
AM GOING THROUGH”, lovely X-Ukrainian
Ambassador, with jitbag RUMP
CHUMP TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So here is the tie-in with the lightning communications and the
persecution. When I go to sleep and when I first wake up, it is
normal procedure for me to talk to Diana and get a bit mushy and
lovey-dovey, and remind lightning how mush I love and need this giant
awesome Astral-Plane COIL, and to please look after me as best as she
can while I remain trapped here in body on this PHYSICAL-PLANE of
human life, as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, yo! When
persecution times are at their worst as they are right fucking cunt
now on me, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, of Saint Lucie County, Florida,
USAESMWG; I no sooner begin speaking to DIANA after awakening at no
set particular time on the human daily EARTH-CLOCK; and KAPOW, these
fucking scum sucking turd swallowing MILUITUFORCE ENEMIES strike me
almost immediately, JUST AS THEY DID AGAIN TODAY AND THEY DID
YESTERDAY WITH THESE HORRENDOUS FUCKING ILLEEEEEEEEEEEGAL NABES FROM
UNIT 608. When things are less bad in the DEATH-SIEGE around me, it
takes longer for it to start up after I start me' fucking day, and
for a short time, maybe two months or more now until this all
restarted again, it stopped completely, and sieges that came upon me
were well after I began talking to LIGHTNING over my system, Sir
RUSS-WFMU INTERNET-RADIO, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
WHORE SHIT SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE almost got me with that page eleven of
eleven shit making me' fucking blog open office page margin area that
I cover and block totally with a folding sheet of black paper but
that sometimes does me no good when the goddamn fucking PAGE ELEVEN
OF ELEVEN prints further 'out and away' from the margin, and becomes
visible, Sir Costner, Sir Shoeless Joe 'Notfonda-U-Jane' Jackson, and
then I see the four fucking rotten ONES! Let me be BRAVE here and
print out some compensatory FIVE GROUPATIONS NOW even though it was
merely a fucking cunt close call, since the HALLS FAWCES tried really
hard to get at me and make me' day even worse and more BOTBAR than it
already is, and this is indeed a MAJOR FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3
DAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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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!
I've
also fucking discussed and made no bones about the fact that these
HALLS
FAWCES
make shit happen when shit is real mother fucking bad, in other
“GROUPATIONS
OF NEGATIVE
ITEMS”,
such as beginning with one major, or to quote awesome Senator
Bernie Sanders
heredahelda and HERE, some totally
ass 'HUUUUUUUUUUGE' thing,
and then more shit follows that; bing, bang, bong, to quote cool
weirdo Sir Stucky on the great Law
& Order-SVU
TELEVISION SHOW,
that we fans all know and love, yo; and wow
did I see some shit in a parallel universe regarding tonight's
episode,
and just how much damn hyperspace towel seepage effect will result
here, is
anybody's guess.
I do know that lots of peeps now are absolutely fucking aware of just
why the MILITUFORCE
did NAUT want me to see the
PROJECT-BLUEBOOK
SHOW
back late Tuesday night, and fucking hacked
and froze up me' cunt chewing COMCAST CABLE SERVICE, THAT I PAY GOOD
BIG DOE FOR GOOD RELIABLE SERVICE, AND SIMPLY PUT, DO NAUT GET,
YO
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
The MILITUFORCE just hit me with another major mother fucking
WORD-DISAPPEARING CUM-PUKE-HER HACK, YO, and it is way beyond HIGH
TIME TO COUNTERSTRIKE NOW WITH ME' TRUSTWORTHY MAGNETIC SOUND
MACHINE, AKA 'MAGNESONIC', YO! But to finish out me' whittle mother
fucking 'pernt' here, Sir Archie Bunkerqueens, Non Fred Trump; at the
very same time that I had me' nabe woes again strike me at eight
minutes shy of two, an interesting time for the beginning of an
assault, knowing about the recording studio in Camden, NJUUSAESMWG,
“RPL” and the attic with the 'magnetic warp' and the wild
interconnected shit with the ASTRAL-PLANE and the characters there
(Coins & Coils), all involved in this wild super rotten fucking
GASME GODS GAME, and yes, the female artist game, I mean come on
gimme' a break, the quintessential laugh they must have had while I
was with P.H.H.H., underneath the Atlantic City's Central Pier on 5
July of 1969. Cut me a HUUUUUUUUUUGE bwake, willya' sweet ol' Mizz
Marge 1985 Leo, from the 113 Caldor Department Store of Woodbury
Heights, NJUUSAESMWG, yo yo BRRRRRRRR! Or should I have said, Hey
Erica, SSSSSSS, for SISTER?????????????? Either way, talk about the
epitome of the laughs and jokes on me, huh Sir Icabod Crane, David
Leigh Smith, John Gillerlain, and Sir Cooley, whoever you were who
managed to get great HALLS of learning for special education kids,
named after UUUUUUUUU, yo! LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING WOW
CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I had the ILLEEEEEEEEGAL CUZZ NABE
TRIAD ATTACK, and then I had an incident in my mother fucking
shit-house, AKA me 'bathroom'. I remember my dad always calling
bathroom's shit-houses, as all U.S. Navy personnel did, at least to
hear him tell it. I have a leak in me' shower as you all know. I
began to hear dripping sounds, and when I pulled the shower curtain
back and looked inside, the bathtub was slowly filling with water and
again, the fucking drain had stopped. I use all of the Walmart drain
savers that filter out debris when running shower water for me'
baths, and there should be nothing clogging up the system. But when I
took me' other device from Walmart, me' toilet plunger that I keep
just for the bathtub drain and keep a second plunger for the toilet,
YUK otherwise; I sucked up more cow shit than carter has mother
fucking peanut pills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that these fucking
PHA-FRED TRUMP enemies SOMEHOW can stop up me' drains and cause all
kinds of backups that have absolutely nothing to do with anything
that I am doing fucking cunt wrong, yo folks. The reason that I
purchased this second NON-TOILET PLUNGER from the Walmart, is so that
I could keep using it on me' kitchen sink drainage system, since as
you all know or should remember, these enemy fucking pricks used to
somehow manage to send all kinds of nasty waste up into me' own sink
that had nothing to do with anything that I ever did to cause this
problem. I decided one day to buy a separate second plunger while at
Walmart for some other necessary item, and I use this now, and I
use thissssssss too lovely Erica AMC Snakes Kane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm getting that SPACE-BAR-HACK from TRUMP'S SPACEFORCE, sir
Microsoft Corporation, like goddessdamn super WOW-WOW-WOW, lovely
spoon dancing Oprah Winfrey, yo!!!!!!!
Interesting
how the very pilot episode of “THE MENTALIST” television show,
has it in their script that I need to move to TJ, MEXICO, so that I
can get my anti-anxiety meds that I need to survive, and do it all
legally. I am now going to work on finding out how to go about this.
The internet has the world and all its information, and it is right
here at my mother fucking fingertips. The very show that my blog and
that wild dream inspired into reality, and there it is on the first
episode, that TJ-MEX is where I will need to go. To me this proves
Hollywood is ESS, as I suspected all along, and the top peeps in the
club know and knew, back in 2008, all the shit I would be going
through up here in twenty-fifteen!
TIME
KEEPS ON SLIPPING INTO THE EAGLES' FUTURE, IN ALL PARALLEL WORLDS OF
FLOWERS, A&R MUSIC PEEPS, AND TURNTABLES FROM THE MIGHTY AND
MYSTERIOUS CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENTS OF MIKE GUTHERMAN VISITATIONS!
Hey, if I'm wrong Ron ADA Wirtz Sir, “prove it”!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
JUNE
8, 2015,
MONDAY
NIGHT, AT 10:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 77 DEGREES FNHT.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-ALL SPOON DANCING LOVELY LADIES &
LAND-OWNERS!
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YOU TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA.
OR
THEY USED TO, UNTIL SOMEONE HACKED
OUT
ME' LINK PAGE FROM THE GREAT WEATHER-BUG,
YO BRO!!!
When
I make any kind of a move at all, it always is worse than if I had
done nothing, and this is why I try and do as close to nothing as
possible, any more. It seems like one rotten life, and believe me it
is. But it can always be worse, and to make it that way all I ever
need do is 'anything'. Things do not always show up and so my words
look stupid. Take Jupiter Inlet for example. There was an unpleasant
thing that happened there today and it made the news. But looking at
the Jupiter-Cam, all looks so peaceful and nice. You see it and
think, wow, look at all these happy rich people all over the place.
But just as the Earth appears flat and the sun seems to go around us,
we all know these are nothing but false illusions, and that what
appears all around us is many times, one hell of a parlor trick
illusion.
This
is why I don't waste blog time for the most part, of getting into
most of the day to day stupid news, both local and global. It's also
why I gave up trying to explain a lot of things any more to anyone.
If I could make it 1995 again, and be able to know this entire future
consciously, and then make a conscious willed effort to never try to
find Sarah, never do any of the things that were related to that
search, and all of the shit that went along with this nightmare; I
cannot begin imagining just how different my life today in 2015, and
over the past 20 years, would have been, and now would be. It would
be beyond huge, and that much I do know. A force bigger than a
skyscraper falling down on you, started all of this back then. I
suddenly was obsessed with finding this Sarah character. Only it
seems that she never really was there, yet I know that she was. Was
she another Quakertown Park kid that only I could see and hear? If
that is so, how were the people in that car that day on 30 May of
1969, able to hear her tell them that their friends were in the shop.
To this day, Estelle Bassler insists there was no shop, just a hotel,
and insisted the side of the street this was all on was reverse from
what I know very well, it was. So many unnatural things fucking
happened just since this search to find SARAH KRASSLE all began that
I would number the hairs on my head at age 25 before I would get to
all of these things.
But
even with all of these things; there is a lot more that can never be
told. Some fucking things would simply disrupt natural balances and
make life here for me beyond impossible, instead of almost beyond
impossible where things stand right now.
Only
a handful of quantum physicists who have no time to learn of me or my
life and read my blogs, would understand them. Those who read them
just think I am a total nut case. This is the typical way of the
world, even for most people of the non HUNTINGTON CURSED majority.
There are about five people who know my shit is all true and all for
real. But fear for their own safety and lives makes them cower in the
corners of shame, and not come forward in my fucking ass defense. In
or not in agreement when I say the world has been observing me like a
hawk since my birth, I say this now; where are you Detective Ray L&O
Curtis. Am I being too menacing t ask you that question, here, now,
then, or at McGuire's botbar-bar in Atlantic City, NJ-USA-ESMWG?
You
fucking missed me, witch-bitch-Jane, and screw you!
The
twinallity of events, huh NEW GROUP LEADER, and 'randomized
post-picks'?
I
just left a parallel universe, where I printed up several varying
versions of this sentence, just as I am still doing, Dorothy
Twisters. Without a spinning house in a wild funnel of winds, we all
do just as the great Judy Garland did in that wonderful original
television production. With or without hyperspace wizards, this is
done by all of us, all the time, not only by sleeping and waking and
then repeating that endless womb to tomb cycle; but even while awake
and asleep, we continually slightly alter in the tiniest and
unmeasurable atomic frequency that makes us agree or not agree with
the rest of atomic cosmos around us. If we go off by a hair, we move
into a parallel reality that also matches us by being that same hair
off. Still, those who understand some really powerful secrets, know
that meditations are intentionally done that can intentionally place
us into other words in hyperspace, and even though different verbiage
may have been used in those great books in the late nineties, by the
mighty father of the New Age Movement or NAM, Mister Carlos
Castaneda; just read these books he wrote, and see how basically, we
are on the very same page, no pun meant, I assure you, but
interesting, huh Mister Berra. There is no such thing as blank-art.
There
are good reasons I did not run away last year when I saw all of this
coming in a round about way. I ran away from Jersey, and look at all
the fucking hell it got me into and all that was lost to me. I would
rather die right here than make things worse again. At
least if I am murdered by this 1983 mystery illness, GOD will know
the truth, and punish the guilty bastards in her own good time,
so sayeth me and the Lordess. Vengeance is Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle's. I rest securely in believing that, no matter what else is
fucking happening all around me! I
anxiously look forward to my death. I have no fear about it at all,
it is only life that I fear, right up to that last moment of torment
and hell. These enemies can only ruin my physical life and destroy my
physical body. I feat the one that can burn both body and soul in
hell, and the actual translation into twenty-first century reality
that this scripture would mean should it have been written yesterday.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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Yeppir,
I bet is nice and cool out there in Colorado. “Lucky-Lucky-YOU”,
as that little tard said in the middle seventies, on that TV ad-spot!
WHAAAAA, McNulty. Yeah, it's old fucking 'morbid mohr here, in case
you're out there somewhere dude, yo!
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PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
PUBLIC
FUCKING HOUSING
SUCKS!!!
MILITUFORCE
FUCKING SCUM JUST FROZE UP AND TRIED CRASHING MY CUNT LAPPING
CUM-PUKE-HER AGAIN AT TEN MINUTES
SHY OF THREE THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS UNION (ACLU), AND LOVELY FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL MIZZ NONPOLES OF NON WRITTENHOUSE SQUARE
ALTERING MOODS OF THE HUNTINGTON
BLOODLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
“YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,
MY
BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR
FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
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
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.
WOW
world; I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even
want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late
springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother,
regarding the POISON CIGARETTE
that she pretended I had smoked that day. It seems that some of the
billionaires have been in touch, possibly with blue candles up at
Jericho, but one way or another, with old dock Corriell. I was
watching a religious program taped last autumn, where a Christian
televangelist was saying how some billionaires were transfusing
blood from 16-25 year olds into their body in a vein attempt to
recapture their youth, and that only 'GOD' can decide when we die
and how long we live. I suppose this same GOD is in total control
over the artificial intelligence and computerized world we all now
live in too. I saw the rats get younger at that medical institute,
and it does work, you asshole unbelievers. What, GOD never gave
humans a brain? If we can create a bomb that can end civilization
and humanity, I somehow doubt that it is beyond our capabilities or
capacities to extend our lifetimes with microbiological science and
gene therapy. Still, those whose life is all about faith have only
the faith that they choose to have, and none for anything else. One
sided logic if you ask me, Doctor Green, Doctor Sulk, and Doctor
Corriell, yo! So yes, another great big 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'
for the very illustrious Sir Chester-Frank, who absolutely and most
definitely knows
who he is!
Hey it will take thirty to fifty years to get old, so it will also
take a great percentage of that same time to get younger again. Rats
of course have much shorter spans of lifetime.
The
Death
Angel
is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely
annoying little dirtbag DISDEE
the demon. Just an hour ago or less before starting this blog, my
washcloth totally vanished and then showed up in plain sight. This
is an incident that happens only when things are very bad for me,
all the way to the mother fucking cunt red line!
It
seems I cannot change agents because HUMANA the plan I am with and
wish to remain with, will not allow me to change. I can leave the
plan and then change agents, but I don't want to leave my plan. So I
am stuck with the almighty righteous self loving arrogant and not
very nice Mister Berner, my current agent, who treats me very lousy
when I need help the most. Oh well, stay well and happy, misty
Vanwarmer, yo. You never seem to leave me and you are the one that I
wish would do so! Yessir, the money bag big shots of the great Donna
Summer Syndrome Club, forever ring out their omnipresence into my
ears. Those with the great money have all the Alice L&O
Ciminelli power, and we the poor peeps HAVE NONE AT ALL. Not jack,
not squat. What we want never counts, because we are NOTHING BUT THE
FUCKING ENDLESS DAMN SLAVES OF THE BILLIONARIE NOBLE SUPER WEALTHY
CLASS OF INTIMIDATORS AND CONTROLLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the new
agent came over, he stayed all of three minutes and left as soon as
he found out what my health plan was, “and that's that”, to
quote mister fucking Esolph. He was out the door. Another fucking
botbar for the cunt chewing pitiful Mountainpen. Nothing he ever
wants in this life IS EVER PERMITTED FOR HIM, huh Uncle fucking
Heinz 1972 'Permitted
Cameras'
Gottwald,
of 175 Peninsula Drive in Baby-blond,
New York;
up there on Woodie Guthrie's illustrious snooty ass great lovely
island, yo yo yo yo yo yo?!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Wonderful
Life BILLY and Mister Frank Capra SIRS, should I move
to the fucking Fiji Islands in just over ten months, on my Social
Security bennies, yo;
will I be able to fucking escape or even “PUT OFF” the
inevitable A.I. INFLUENCE, that
will absolutely completely ruin what is left of the lives of those
in poverty? I truly mother fucking wonder and ponder and seriously
cogitate on such matters all the cunt huffing time; Lads and
Lassies, and Lab-dogs and Lab-Techs, and all other AATS or any other
BLOGAUDIANS out here, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy oh boy I am cunt lapping fucking tired of being in parallel
worlds where I am in Atlantic City, New Jersey, such as again last
night. Jesus fucking Christ Almighty PINK
GODDESS
of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
JANUARY 30, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 6:7
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 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
DEAR
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR:
Several
hours before I got up on Monday, say around quarter past ten give or
take a few damn minutes, a MAJOR OUTSIDE MUSIC ASSAULT STRUCK ME
from some ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL CAR SOUND SYSTEM, and then
all day long, me' mother fucking MAJOR ROACH INFESTIATION has come
back after being significantly better for about ten days or so, and
it is here again with a cunt chewing vengeance, yo! WO to that; Sir
Billy Harner! I believe this may be quite appropriate right about
now, yo, “SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!
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 & THREE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON
ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 30, 2020,
with
A MAJOR TRIAD NABE
SIEGE FROM UNIT 608, MAJOR UTILITY AND PROPERTY DAMAGE PERSECUTIONS,
HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, INFESTATION OF RODENTS
AND ROACHES, COMCAST CABLE SERVICE ASSAULTS;
and
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.
This
is about as bad as it can get, kind Sheriff, yo. Thanx for nothing
for all your help, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
1
All
mother fucking day today, my asshole fucking nabes across from me in
unit #608 and their ILLEGAL
COUSINS, have been cleaning some furniture out in the hallway
and slamming their goddamn door, in and out with this shit, OVER AND
OVER, ALL DAY LONG, YO YO YO YO, and I know that Donald Trump has
paid them off to do it, or threatened them to do it, whatever which
way it needs to be done for this mother fucking horrendous criminal
monster, who has been doing ALL OF THESE THINGS TO ME NOW SINCE THE
MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES WERE HERE, YO YO YO YO SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5:18
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
29
JANUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Every
single fucking day since last summer, Trump has screwed with me
using his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his
Castle Casino in the summer of 1986
when his henchmen asked me what system I was using while playing
roulette, and I was foolish enough to tell them a small bit about
“PARALLEL EVENT”! During
that period where Trump's peeps were defending him in the SENATE,
was the only time that I had a small back-off from his fucking DEATH
PERSECUTION ON ME, since last July, when he struck my car,
and AGAIN fucked with that goddamn catalytic converter switch that
he and his henchmen-mob have done now four times since living here
in Fort Pierce; was when his DEFENSE TEAM needed to prepare to
defend this monster MILITUFORCE crook in the United States Senate,
after wonderful awesome Mizz Nancy Pelosi brought those two great
Articles of Impeachment over to this governmental body of one
hundred legislators, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jan
21, 2020 8:00 AM – Jan 28,
2020 7:00 AM
|
No
pirate jokes from Gloucester City,
please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark,
shark, shark” , oh
wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north
country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
But
I will holler out for some damn help
to my County
Sheriff to the left of me,
and my State
Attorney General to the right of me,
leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown
face fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont
Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so
often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD
FOXX,
known
as 'SANFORD & SON'!
Also,
I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in
1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised
by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few
years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing
to refer to her as HOLLISTER,
since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't
find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only
son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and
medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here
and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET
HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!!
But yes, according to lovely
Patricia HHH;
one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this
PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this
Halloween groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing
looking pirate costume, “Sonny,
where's your buccaneers”?
This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh
wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of
all of the curves; “They're
under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!!
Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable
whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke
at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!!
McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would
he not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?
So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
CUM-PUKE-HER
HACKING is off the fucking cunt scales MAJOR AGAIN, FBI,
ACLU, SHERIFF KJM, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, and LOCAL FORT PIERCE
PEEDEE AND CHIEF DIANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow
quite Potter-magically, the MILITUFORCE
has managed to really fuck up me' computer-mouse, and not only
electronically with digital data hacks, but somehow interfacing even
mechanically so that the clicking operations are malfunctioning and
somehow are in a perfect duo tandem effect with each other, just as
they used to do with analogue tape recording machines, both
electronic as well as corresponding fucking mechanical hacking,
somehow miraculously achieved in ways that go beyond even PROJECT
BLUEBOOK shit!!!!!!!!!!! No known hacker can screw with the
mechanical operations of a machine by any science I am privy fucking
to. Just as all day long, these pricks in unit 608 won't cock
sucking quit slamming their doors, and I know that they are SOMEHOW
BEING TOLD AND OR FORCED TO DO THESE THINGS TO ME AT CERTAIN EXACT
TIMES!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, speaking of Project
Bluebook, I now know at least some of the reasons that my COMCAST TV
SERVICE WAS HACKED AND FUCKED WITH LAST NIGHT at around 10 when the
History Channel was airing episode number 2 of the BLUEBOOK
SHOW'S SECOND SEASON, based on the re-viewing of the show at
two in the morning. I was able to catch a later rerun of the very
same show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things I heard
spoken were obviously NAUT things that TRUMPS-PEEPS (M2F-SPACEFORCE)
did NAUT want for me to listen to last goddamn ass night, ME
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
HA-HA-HA-HA.
The
(`~HACK) is also getting quite bad again for the past several mother
sucking days, Sheriff sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, this is no new fucking news to me whatsoever, NAUT 1 TINY ASS
BIT, YO! As soon as the short back off period went on maybe close to
a week, I
knew it was GONNA' BE RIGHT BACK TO FUCKING CUNT EATING BIZZ AS
USUAL, just as soon as TRUMP'S HENCHMEN TEAM were all done defending
him in the U.S. SENATE, and were again free to go back
to FUCKING PERSECUTING POOR INNOCENT MISTER MOUNTAINPEN,
(ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THURSDAY,
DECEMBER 27, 2018
3:19
POST MERIDIAN
“Boy
oh boy oh Uncle Billy Wonderful life BOY”; am I UNDER A MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS DEATH SIEGE, AND THIS IS TWO
STRAIGHT CUNT HUFFING DAYS OF
THIS NOW SIR, AND KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, YO YO
YO YO!!!!
--------------------------------------------------
WOW
is this pathetic chosen HUNTINGTON under the big ass guns
with death sky assaults, chemtrailing, poisonous vapors bringing me
death bowel assaults and diareah, kind sir, and TOTALLY VIOLATING MY
CIVIL RIGHTS, MY HUMAN RIGHTS, AND NOT TO MENTION MY HUNTINGTON
CONSTITUTIONAL MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Well,
there is a whole lot to mother fucking tell, folks, and since the
enemies and the HALLS FAWCES who control them; are so mother fucking
hellbent, on wiping out a pathetic, and totally innocent United
States citizen, who's done absolutely nothing ever to anyone; unlike
what they all have done to me, for about five straight cunt chewing
goddamn decades; I will now tell some things that put quite frankly
and totally politely; WILL CROSS OVER SOME
HUGE MOTHER FUCKING RED LINES,
YO YO YO YO!
First
off, I ran into a vely vely intelesting non Bob McDowell from Cooley
Hall high Hell character, and maybe this dude was put in my path by
them, or by those on my side of this great cosmic altercation, and
as always,who can ever really know such things as these save the
angels themselves, and their creators, which is a wild tale that
would so much interest and fascinate dudes such as the great and
wonderful two somewhat famous now television educators, those being,
NYU's Professor Michio Kaku and
Mister great author, David Childress!!!!
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This
dude works in a private capacity, and
not in any way for the County of Saint Lucie,
Florida, USA; and he is part of a
group who runs errands such as small food deliveries to
the poor and needy folks, around the holiday season, and other such
philanthropic duties. His pal knocked on my door twice now with a
box of foods, ranging from canned veggies
with far off expiry dates, nice
turkey-stuffing boxes, pinto beans,
marshmallow bags, and so forth. Today,
his manager was in the common area, talking to one of the tenants,
while I was checking the mail that I only go and check about once in
five days or so; and we talked for a moment after he had said
good-buy to whom he was speaking with, and we sat down at one of the
tables, and I only had two minutes, as I was going to my psych
clinic, the Treasure Coast Behavior Health
Clinic of Vero Beach, Florida, on US-Highway-1. But
it was indeed long enough to let him know a few interesting things,
since he said something mind blowing to me
first, that literally opened up the door for my then saying
what I spoke to him. It seems that he, along with a friend of his;
both know a man who lives in the next county over from me to the
south, Martin County; and this man gets a tone
on his machine every time I post up a blog at Google-Blogger;
and he goes up and prints it up.
Then at meetings in his club, my blogs are topics of conversation.
This is a place similar to a lodge that my late pal Mister Roth used
to be a member of so many of, and this lodge is very secret, as are
Dave Roth's Masonic Lodge; only this place is even more into things
that pertain to the supernatural and the
ET-situation. They only stumbled onto me about two months
ago,but have now printed my older blogs back as far as about early
2014, and they are still working on getting all of them
printed, all the way back to Morianity's beginning in early
January somewhere, in the year of 2006, while I was residing
at Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Manor, in Mullica
Township, New Jersey, just east along Route-30, from world famous
BERRYVILLE, also known as (AKA) Hammonton. On top of this incredible
stuff, me peeps, and other wonderful great blogaudians out here, YO;
he personally is, as am I, a major fan of the great New-Age-Author,
Mister James Redfield, and the
other two giants IMHO, Doctor Bruce
Goldberg, as well as Carlos
Castaneda. As most Blogaudians know only too darn well, James
Redfield is in total agreement with Morianity's concept that
synchronization allows otherwise hidden stories to be told and
realized throughout cosmos. Hidden by the way is merely another word
that means 'occult'. Ask any really knowledgeable English Major from
a great Ivy League University, and they will most definitely
corroborate this powerful yet fully accurate information, me folks,
and IPYT!
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I
will tell you more about this fellow in greater elucidation, but not
today on this blog. Still, he said that the group wants me to do
something that pertains to many things that Morianity discusses on
blogs. He said to go to four random blogs from anywhere in the past,
and scroll randomly down the Open-Office pages of them, and stop at
random as well, and without even looking at anything, paste in two
paragraphs and just keep going, from one blog to the next, four
times, and do not post up photos or diagrams or anything pictorial
or non-text material. Well, you want
it, you've GOT IT!
In
the middle of October, twelve years ago, Sheriff Mascara
sir; my friend Ed and I, went to a library in
Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, one afternoon. I posted up a
blog from a computer there, saying that he and I were coming down
now, to Tennessee Avenue. This was the day where that crime was
committed on me by Robert McGuire, kind Sheriff. Why
is he allowed to destroy numerous automobiles that I drive? Why is
Paula allowed to RAPE ME, TORTURE ME, TRY TO RUN ME DOWN IN STORE
PARKING LOTS, and make my life an endless living hell, coming
to me in nightmares and dreams, singing her stupid garbage song to
me???????????????????? WHY? If I did these
things, you would put me into prison for the rest of my life,
Sheriff, AND YOU SHOULD!!!!
It began with
unbloggable shit. I will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was
handed to me by the owner of Haddonwood Health Club or the dude who
was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed
mysteriously down on a dime without any reason. After grabbing it,
Mickey the lifeguard who I only know from this one particular
universe out there in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay King David,
wash up you fat slob”! Then as I stared at him, he charged over to
me, and pushed me into the pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in
the deep end part of it, and that no water was in it. I hit the
bottom very hard and heard my head crack completely open. I then got
up and climbed out and everyone was screaming and pointing at me,
saying, “Look, he's a zombie, he can't fucking die”. Then my old
Maryland camp counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER
grabbed me, shook me hard and chanted
loud prayers at me, and then he threw me in the pool, and this time,
it had a normal amount of water in it. I then found myself scrubbing
up with this huge triple normal full sized soap bar, and it was a
ZEST bar, and I will not forget this wild shit in seventeen million
mother fucking years, I promise! When I have a wild NIGHT, I just
about always have a wild DAY that follows. You might say that the
parallel fuckign cunt event for this to happen, is around 99%.
WHAAAAAA!!!!!!
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
I
know that you tried to come to me yesterday, Lightning, my endless
love. Our love is like a flower, baby-blond; it only can grow!!!
Here
are the two recent YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS, CLICK AND ENJOY IF YOU WANT,
AND LOG OFF IF YOU DON'T WANT, SAWN YOU, FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up
with the words to the song, YO.
Here
are some other very interesting video links to Youtube postings, for
those interested in my story, as most of these will connect what
Morianity is all about, in one way or another. Hay, if you're not
interested, that is your business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE
A VERY NICE DAY, PEOPLE.
Before
you have that real nice day, the submarine dreams at Highview were
all coming when I was going to the Haddonwood Swim Club, and they
were all over the near shoreline of Long Beach Island, not far north
of Atlantic City and Brigantine, in New jersey. But there was more
to those dreams, and it involved stuff way up here in this new
present time, and only recently have I been able to see the
connection and correlation between these events. More will be told
later on this topic, as it is a real good time now to say the word,
and so I will, like, *****W---O---W*****!!!!!!!!!
Recently,
I have picked up a new enemy jerk off on a motorcycle who tears by
the building and intentionally guns is bike illegally, just to annoy
and persecute me, it happens right at my point of hearing it the
worst, and I am planning to install a video system, a simple web-cam
to allow me to keep a continuous surveillance of the street outside,
and then take the prints into the police for a close up zoom of the
license plate, and demand that I want to file a complaint against
this WOMO ENEMY. His registration has to have a real human name, and
it won't be WOMO, unless by sheer coincidence, it is James Q. Womo,
and I doubt that will be the case. By the way, the nabes did some
door banging and loud talking out in the hall, and a little bit of
their subwoofer noise earlier today, as now it is ten minutes before
seven on this Thursday evening as I type on. Still, they were toned
down from their usual real loud annoying and uncouth partying norms.
Hellapukeyuk praise the SAR. In ancient Aramaic lingo, SAR means
LORD, and ESS means ah. This is why the name of Goddess is equal to
the name of Sarah, in Christianity of olden times of biblical
antiquity and even into BCE dates.
When
I was on Tennessee Avenue in the winter of 1997, I met Robert
McGuire for the first time, in my adult life. I know that I
encountered him at least once as a youth as well, and this is topic
for later blogs. Still, about just less than ten years later in the
autumn of 2006, while with Edward Lynch, AKA Ed Himacane, on my
blogs; this man did something that was right along the same lines of
what he somehow did to me when we met in 1997 when I went down
to ask some questions about the great Sarah
Krassle. AS I SPEAK, A NASTY LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL IS STRIKING ME AT
TWO MINUTES PAST SEVEN THIS EVENING, 12/20/12. I have had since just
the first day of summer, within a three percent tolerance of this
figure, about 985 of these attacks now, pretty much averaged with
left verses right sides, with a slight gain on the left side,
reported just in case this bears out to have some weird
significance, shortly, or far into the future; so it is now being
recorded onto the blog legally, and permanently; and this will not
be a part that is edited. Let us keep moving on with the topic of
worm holes, Tennessee Avenue, the Ancient Astronaut Theory Club,
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New
Jersey, and great family overseer and director, MISTER Robert
Nonwaterhosedreams McGuire.
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE BY SHADE RATIO:
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TRANSMISSION.
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