COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 3:39 P.M., ON 13 MARCH, 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 13 MARCH,
2020, WITH A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND ASSAULT FROM MY UNIT
#605 NEIGHBOR FROM HELL,
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.
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
15
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
MARCH 13, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 4:6
N.M.
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[{(03-13-2020)}]
3:00
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
13
MARCH, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
Friday
the 13th, what should I have expected for Crissake???
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
No
people; I have no intentions of trying to get the truth out on the
2020 Census. Obviously, between what happened with the
dude over at the Toronto Dominion bank, disappointing me the other
day, by not being at all interested in checking out my truths, and
was only concerned with lovely Merry; on top of the quite fucking
obvious truth that I am AGAIN as I was
before a decade ago, being back door cleverly threatened NOT TO,
by circumstances that are surrounding me. A chile can see it. If I am
in transit at this very time, then it is hard to be a part of the
census; and hopefully, I am not the only one here who is able to see
these endless MILITUFORCE TRICKS AND TRUTHS.
Now I'll update the Blogaudian-ship here with the results of this
ongoing day.
The
asshole next to me went downstairs, according to my nabe at the end
of the hall, Donnie; and he is complaining about all of the rest of
us. This is an old tactic done by CRIMINAL PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and
every damn fucking D.A. knows this only too well. Still,
many times it works, and the guilty go free to endlessly
pursue their wickedness while us poor good and innocent victims
continue getting endlessly and royally screwed and shafted, forever
and ever. Welcome to life for so many of us UNFORTUNATES AND
THREE+TIME LOSERS OF THE EARTH-PLANET. I left my note in the area
where notes should go on the building's management office door, and
that is all I can do. I am willing to be fucking polygraphed
about my so-called horrible noises, women in here at three in the
non-Patty morning, and all of it, so let's see if Sir-605 dude
is ALSO WILLING TO BE POLLYWOGGED.
Oh boy, uncles Billy, is this going to be a bloody mess, Sir Adam
Schiff, maybe BOTH Adam Schiff's, in complete candor here, folks!
Here
is the updated information I got from talking to me' pal Sir Kevin,
downstairs, when I went to leave me' note in the office drop. He told
me that the 605 dude is merely holding somebody's damn loud CHI-DOG
for a while and that it is not his dog. He also informed me of some
other wild shit, and yes, I know Kev is absolutely trustworthy. He
said that my 605 slob next to me, who
was there before this current monster;
did not ever move away from here, and is on the 4th fucking floor
now, in a one bedroom unit. She wanted to get out of her studio type
of unit, the same type as my unit is. So she never moved. As for the
stupid peace sign, I guess they're both fans of peeps like sixties
hippie Marcucci and the rest of the English
Singers of the day, and many others. But he insists that
they are in no way related or even friends of each other. So yes, I
can be wrong, and I'll be the first fucker at the gates at all times,
to admit to it WHEN I AM WRONG. I think my loyal Morians all know
that part of me by now, huh Mister Islander
Joel, and without anybody getting any heart
attack-ack-ack-ack-ak's here, yo. No people, I know when I'm licked,
and when I need to make a tactical fucking retreat, endlessly
reminded of a wild and beyond totally surreal conversation at a
security guard gatehouse on Valentine's Day of 1988, with my pal
David Roth, and the great illustrious United States © Copyright
Office to this day, has the copyrighted cassette tape that I sent to
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AND
WHERE IS MY
29th
PROJECT, MISTER
BONJOVI OF PORT
SAINT LUCIE, NOW DEFUNCT AVALON
RECORDING STUDIO, AS WELL AS MY LEGAL PROTECTED FIRST
AMMENDMENT RIGHTS, ACLU, WITH MY BLOGGER-GOOGLE ACCOUNT ENDLESSLY
BEING HACKED AND MY LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET-PHOTO BEING BLURRED
OUT BY THIS ILLEGAL
AND CRIMINAL ACTIVITY FROM DOGTOWN?
Supposedly
the United States Constitution guarantees me a protected freedom of
speech so long as my speech is not subverting the government,
inciting riots or violence, encouraging terrorism, breaking any laws
of the local, state, or federal land, or threatening to do actual
things that are only possible on the mortal world or physical-plane
of life, excluding any spells, chants, charms, Magnesonic orders, and
so forth. That is the law that we live by,
and I DO NOT BREAK THE LAW. So
tee-hee-hee to Mizz Lilly Munster and all of her great first
or second love affairs! But when I do this blog and use my
likeness-photo to represent me, this blogger, AKA
the “Mountainpen”; and get blanked
out, blurred out, or otherwise HACKED OUT by anyone, without
remedy; oh wonderful American
Civil Liberties
Union and FBI, and
others out here. It's THEY, whoever THEY truly are, who are the
criminals breaking the law; and should be
prosecuted to its fullest extent. However we all now what a
total mother fucking joke all of that really is, do
we NAUT Mizz AT&T BLAKE???
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 12:27 A.M., ON 13 MARCH, 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 THIS MOST RECENT ASSAULT OF
MARCH 11th
and 12th
OF 2020, WITH
A MAJOR NIGHTMARE HELL DEATH SIEGE FROM ENEMIES NEXT DOOR IN UNIT
#605, WITH HAMMERING, HEAVY FURNITURE MOVING, DOOR SLAMMING, AND
THEIR LOUD BLARING MUSIC, MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, AND CABLE FREEZE
OUTS AGAIN, 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.
I
have been struck with a DEATH WEAPON AT 12:38 THIS FRIDAY MORNING 13
MARCH, AND FRIDAY THE FUCKING 13th.
IT HAS MESSED WITH MY HEART RHYTHM A LITTLE BIT. ALSO, MORTIMER
MORTINO THE DEATH ANGEL HAS BEEN MORE ACTIVE IN 2020 THAN ANY YEAR
BEFORE THAT, ALL OVER ME, PASSING BY MY LEFT SIDE AS WELL AS MY RIGHT
SIDE, NEARLY ONE HUNDRED TIMES DAILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Copyright
© 1999 – 2020 Google
Hey
so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!
I
AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I
AM JUDGMENT PROOF,
KATY!
AUGUST
6, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:20,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!
WOW-WOW-WOW
IS IT MOTHER FUCKING HOT AND HUMID AND I COULD NOT DO ANY OF MY
ERRANDS THIS WEEK, I TRIED, IT TOOK ALL I HAD TO DRIVE THREE BLOCKS
TO PAY MY RENT AND MAIL MY COMCAST CABLE BILL OFF, AND GET BACK HOME
AND DIE IN FRONT OF AN AC UNIT. I FEEL VERY BAD AND PLAN ON DYING
VERY SOON, YAY YAY YAY YAY, ALL FUCKING OVER FOREVER AND EVER. YEAH
SURE, RIGHT; DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BETTING ON THAT ONE, MOUNTAINPEN
SHITHEAD ASSHOLE!!!!
MY
INSIDES FEEL AS IF A TRUCK HAS CRUSHED ME, I FEEL 140 YEARS AND EIGHT
MONTHS OLD. LIFE TOTALLY SUCKS. I WAS AWAKENED BY A NASTY ASS
FIRE ALARM, SENDING ME RUNNING FOR A PAIR OF FUCKING CUNT EAR PLUGS
EARLY THIS MORNING AFTER JUST GETTING TO SLEEP, IT HAPPENED AROUND
THE FIRST HOUR OF THE DOW JONES TRADING SESSION SOMEWHERE AND AM
EXPECTING TO SEE THIS EVENT REFLECTED VIA APE-ICPE-TEXK FROM THE
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER HALL LATER, WHEN I CHECK THE
MARKET LATER ON AFTER IT CLOSES IN 49 MORE MINUTES.
AT
LEAST THE WILD VIVID NIGHTMARES OR MAJOR HEAVIER THAN NORMAL THREE
DAY EXPLORATRONIC SHIT STOPPED A WHILE BACK, I HAD TO ENDURE THREE
NIGHTS STRAIGHT OF ALMOST A 1970 THAT FAMILY VENTNOR, NEW JERSEY
HELL, ALL OVER AGAIN, ONLY IT WAS NOT IN A SERIAL DREAMING THE WAY
THAT WAS BACK IN FUCKING TIME, LIVING ALL ALONE AT AGE 15, ILLEGALLY
ACTUALLY; OVER AT CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S HOME THAT HE SOLD
AROUND A QUARTER CENTURY LATER GIVE OR TAKE, TO SARAH CALLIO MARTINO
MCGETTIGANS ENRON WATER COMPANY OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, OR THE
ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY.
HOLY SWEATING SKUNK WEEDS
OF THE FONDA FOREST
OF TOTAL SLEAZE;
IS ANY OF THIS EVEN A CHANCE IN A
TOTAL FUCKING MILLION, JUST SOME
WILD AND WEIRD COINCIDENCE, MISTER YOGI BERRA, AND FINEST DETECTIVES
OF NEW YORK CITY, AMERICA'S FINEST, AS I NOW ASK YOU THIS IN TRUTH,
ON YOUR HONOR AS SWORN TO PROTECT AND SERVE OFFICERS OF THE LAW OF
THIS LAND???????
HAMMER-HAMMER-HAMMER,
AND FURNITURE TOSSED ALL AROUND. ENDLESS NOISE NEXT DOOR IN THE
MOTHER FUCKING #605 CONSTRUCTION COMPANY,
WITH ENDLESS PERSECUTION FROM THESE ROTTEN NOISY TRIAD-NABES FROM
TOTAL DOGTOWN. IT JUST WON'T EVER STOP OR END FOR ME, SHERIFF
MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY HAVE BEEN NOISY FOR A NUMBER
OF DAYS AGAIN, AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT I CAN MOTHER FUCKING DO
ABOUT IT UNTIL I CAN SHORTLY MOVE THE GODDAMN
HELL OUT OF HERE, AND YES MIKE SOFT, AND OUT OF
HEREdahelda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SHIT STARTED UP AT 12:40
THIS CUNT EATING AFTERNOON, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
WHERE
HAS 1967 DISSAPPEARED TO, LESTER
KAITER????
This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT
LAPPING X
DAY FOR ME, oh Mizz lovely Louise Hendershodt from the olden days,
and me' fellow camper of Maryland, USAESMWG.
Jupiter,
Florida used to welcomes my Blogaudians to Morianity; Courtesy of
Channel 12-TV. But as with Sir fucking Camp Counselor of Maryland
long ago in the middle sixties; WHERE HAS THIS GONE AS WELL. Jesus
Christ, where have all the flowers gone too? According to the great
Peter Paul and Mary Music Group, they have all gone to the
graveyards, and I really cannot disagree with them on that here on
this blog in the year of 2020.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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