BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION
1:47
POST
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON
5
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
57
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SUNDAY,
APRIL 5, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 4:5
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.
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 CURRENT DEATH SIEGE OF
APRIL
5, 2020 WITH A MAJOR
ENEMY MILITUFORCE NABE FROM HELL DEATH STRIKE ON ME FROM UNIT #605
WITH LOUD MUSIC ALL DAY LONG, 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.
RED
ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
RED
ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
RED
ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
RED
ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
Beginning
shortly after nine on this Sunday fucking morning, this prick who I
call Mister Mexico from next door to me in UNIT #605, had his loud
sub-woofers on. I cannot say they were blaring and shaking the walls,
but I can safely say they were very annoyingly loud and that it went
on for nearly four goddamn mother fucking hours until just shortly
shy of one this disafsternoon!!! When I just now went to save this
mother fuckign document at 1:54 P.M., the MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT
CUM-PUKE-HER-HACKERS FROZE ME AND TRIED TO CRASH MY SYSTEM, but it
resumed normal operations after half a minute of fucking cunt freeze
up.
I
paid my rent at the PH Office on Friday morning, and came directly
home after that. The place is all closed up for normal business and a
special envelope was included in my monthly mailed rent bill for
placing the appropriate part of the rental statement as well as the
check into it and then it is placed into a special mail drop
in-between the two lobby doors, that places it into a bin. All of
this works in my favor actually, including living here with no
current annual lease. This way I am on a month to month basis and can
leave here any time I wish to, so the mother fucking cunt lapping
virus did me a favor with that huge nasty ass mess. That super
annoying Death Angel has been real bad around me again the past week
or nearly a week after being a little bit more absent from me for a
short while. We all know Sir Mortimer Mortino has been a very busy
dude recently, and I began to hear him way more than usual, even for
me, starting back in 2019. Still, I am sure that in the true realm of
the sub-atomic, some tiny little machine that is designed 7th
dimensionally, or Lawtronically as I say it in Morianity; puts out
the particular frequency that I hear for some weird reason. Anything
at all that has any moving part as any machine does, and operating
above zero degrees of Kelvin temperature, must put out some
wavelength or (frequency). Complex patterns involving both DNA as
well as other unknown realities, are obviously behind why
“first-born's” are more tuned into 'Morty' or this machine. On
the Astral plane,whether this be a real actual entity or just a
machine system here physically, there is a real Astral Entity who has
a lovely condo in the capitol city of the
capitol province of the Purgatory, and I have seen it, and
visited him in there. I told how while I was back living at Jenny
Plageman's shithole trailer, right after doing this; people
around me were suddenly trying to kill me on the road, and I
could actually feel DEATH trying to GET AT ME,
in a very real way that cannot be explained by mortal world fucking
reasoning or logic. Until he/this
machine/DEATH, is all finished with his plague on the planet;
I will be hearing that horrible sound incredibly often, maybe up to a
hundred or more times daily. What I didn't tell anyone yet, and only
because I wanted to try and get these facts as truly as is possible
to do in this new age of multi-media and endless news sources that
ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT ALL TRUSTWORTHY, but there was a moving process of
items all happening during the entire month of March and then lasting
all the way until last TUESDAY late afternoon. Until then, people
like me would not have received a stimulus direct deposit until close
to September of this year, those who do not file taxes and are on
Social Security Disability, and have their benefits directly
deposited. There were forces in the Republican controlled United
States SENATE, trying really hard to thwart ME, and I MEAN ME, and
this can sound totally fucking nuts and sick and paranoid, but I KNOW
WHAT I KNOW, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! But after late last Tuesday afternoon,
those in my category were SAVED from waiting until the end of this
AUGUST. The lies were telling it all the opposite way around as
though those getting mailed checks would have t wait. Maybe both
would not get them until late in the summer, but in any case, this
now moot situation has been resolved. So after Tuesday when that went
down IN MY FAVOR, AND
IS A RARE EVENT THAT ANYTHING EVER DOES AS YOU ALL KNOW ONLY
TOO DAMN ASS WELL; and then came the MAJOR FUCKING DEATH PERSECUTION
STARTING TO GET HURLED AT ME, AND IT IS STILL ONGOING, the old
“STRIKE HIM HARD ON SUNDAYS” trick,
huh Mister Maxwell Smart? You all
remember last weeks incident-chronology with me, I'm damn sure!
Still,
it's amazing Saturday wasn't the start of a TWO DAY MAJOR
HUUUUUUUUUGE DEATH SIEGE ON ME, after waking up late Saturday
afternoon from being in Atlantic City in a super wild experience that
was anything from being pleasant. I won't bore you with details other
than to say when compressing and nut-shelling it all, and ALLIGATORS
TOOthpaste TOO Sir Mike Soft; it started on the beach right at
Ziggy's Jetty as I call it, the jetty right there at the great and
illustrious Schiff's Central Pier. I was in shorts, not swim trunks,
and I was there on a hot summer's day, and the area was filled with
young girl surfers and swimmers, and there were hardly any guys
anywhere. Hey, not to complain, Tom Glenn and Dave Roth in any
parallel reality, but let me move on here folks, an dyes Mike Soft,
folks and folksingers as well, screw the fucking toothpaste yo
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I was watching them all swimming and surfing
for maybe twenty minutes or so and then a man came over and told me
it was time for us to get back. Instantly I knew “I was dreaming”,
and just played along. As time went on, I realized it was cousin Don,
but not my two distant DON-Cuzz's, but my close-in first CUZZ. He
said we had to pick up “Aunt Grace” as he called her both there
and here in waking life here long ago. She was working at the
shipping company and had no way to get home from her job unless I was
there to pick her up. Don began asking me some wild questions and
when I told him some far out answers, he told me I am a lunatic. I
then remember my double there (doppelganger) replying back to him,
saying, “As Shakespeare said, there are more things under Heaven
and Earth, than can be drempt of in your philosophy, cousin”. After
I said that, he pulled out some weird looking thing that looked just
like a skate-key only triple the size that it should have been. He
placed it in his right ear and turned it, and poof, he vanished right
in front of me like that alchemist did in 1974 here in waking life.
As soon as he did, I began running down some street that led out of
Atlantic City and it was much more heavily wooded and scenic than any
part of waking world Atlantic City. As I ran, I picked up that famous
LONG-STRIDE-RUN motion, and began running faster than cars were
going, at full ease. There is a lot more to this experience, but for
now, I can tie in one huge thing here. Every time that I either dream
a major saying like that Shakespeare thing, or out of the blue just
think of some short few grouping of words heard on some “L&O”
episode, within one day, one of those episodes comes on, or if not on
that show, rarely it happens on some other item that I am viewing on
the television. I also want to add that the distance between the old
Mayflower Hotel shower-pipe and the actual jetty, in the dreaming
experience, was about five times greater than here in the
(waking-world). This is an area here where no one is allowed to swim
in when the tide is high, lovely Blondie Harry Hill Robinnette Robin
Mike Soft; due to the danger of getting knocked into the jetty or the
pipe by a strong wave. But in the DREAM, the distance was great
between them, and indeed, people did swim there, and this is where I
was watching those many girls. But there is a whole lot more to all
of this, and I know that much of what I don't dare say right now is
most likely the reason for TODAY'S MAJOR DEATH
ASSAULT ON ME BY MY ENEMY NABES FROM FUCKING HELL, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!! I will only tell a very quick opener to it all. When I
was quoting a famous line from a Shakespearean Play to my First-Cuzz
Donald, I originally said, RATIO, and not Horatio. When incidents
such as those happen in DREAMS, the power behind it in TSE is beyond
SUPER YHPER ULTRA MAJOR!!!!!!!! Lads and Lassies, I totally PYT.
I
completely believe that my pal if you want to call him a pal, Mike
from Miami, is extremely BIPOLAR. My Aunt Barbara acted this way, my
daughter acts this way, and it is a major pain in the nuts to deal
with, let me tell y'alls, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! When I say
“NOTHING GETS PAST ME”, I hope you
all try and believe me here. It is a hundred mother fucking percent
true. I don't want to get into things that will cause me great harm,
until the world resumes its normal shape. Things are way out of
kilter, and if all shit hits all fans, I will be as fucking cunt
totally screwed as a long haired cat in a room filled with rocking
chairs, Senator Thompson oh Latengrate Sir!!!!!!!! I am a HUNTINGTON.
Huntington's are Bubonic Plague Survivors. I am not worried about
getting sick, but I can be completely wiped fucking out through
numerous countless OTHER WEAKNESSES, and the MILITUFORCE KNOWS EVERY
SINGLE ONE OF THEM. What happened to me at the Coryell Medical
Institute, as well as being a Huntington; and hey yo, I don't need
anyone planting any magical bugs in my house to remind me of lovely
Grace Messenger!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT
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BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION
3:29
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
3
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
56
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
APRIL 3, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 2:5
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.
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 CURRENT DEATH SIEGE OF
APRIL
3, 2020 WITH A MAJOR
UTILITY OUTAGE WITH COMCAST, MAJOR UPSTAIRS BANGING NOISE IN UNIT
707, 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
WAS AWAKENED FROM MY CUNT EATING SLEEP TO A BRUTAL ELDER ABUSE AND
DEATH SIEGE. I HAVE A MAJOR UTILITY OUTAGE, AND HOPEFULLY I WILL GET
SOME SERVICE SO THAT I CAN POST THIS BLOG UP SOMETIME LATER ON
TODAY. ABOVE ME, VERY LOUD BANGING ON MY CEILING, AND DROPPING OF
HEAVY OBJECTS LIKE NOTHING I HAVE HEARD IN SOME TIME, IS ONGOING.
THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING CUNT DEATH SIEGE, AND A MAJOR SUPER BOTBAR
MILITUFORCE DEATH STRIKE ATTACK ON A PITIFUL AND PATHETIC SICK
ELDERLY SENIOR PERSON, AND UNITED STATES MOTHER FUCKING CITIZEN WHO
IS TOTALLY LEGAL, AND WAS BORN HERE ON 4 DECEMBER OF 1954 AT HALF
PAST FUCKING CUNT NINE IN THE TURD SWALLOWING ASSHOLE MORNING!!!!!
This
is a dying utterance and a dying declaration, FEDERAL
BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I was on page ten of ten and needed to use my filler of
FIVE-GROUPINGS or as they say on the ASTRAL-PLANE (groupations).
I know that YOU ARE DOING A LOT OF THESE THINGS TO ME, JULIA WHITE
HOLLISTER, AND I WILL GET MY MESSAGE TO THE ENTIRE GALAXY IF IT TAKES
ME FIVE HUNDRED DONNA SUMMER YEARS. LIGHT A BLUE CANDLE PATTY AND ASK
DONNA WHAT I MEAN BY THAT SEET LITTLE CODED POEM, LOVELY FUCKING
LADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We'll see how the roulette system works
out after I calm down a wee bit, oh fuckign cunt diseased world,
LITERALLY. Your plague is all because you won't stop hurting a
totally innocent fucking person, and that is ALL THERE IS TO ALL OF
IT, & NOTHING MORE!
THE
END,
AND
SMELLING REAL GOUUUUUD!
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
HUNTINGTON
MOHR
4:14
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
3
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER 55
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
APRIL 3, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 2:5
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.
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
CURRENT DEATH SIEGE OF LATE MARCH AND EARLY APRIL OF
2020
WITH TELEPHONE BIG BUSINESS WORLD ICPE-APE-TECH SIEGE, MAJOR COMPUTER
HACKING AND UTILITY SIEGE, AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS GIVEN TO ME,
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.
GLOBAL
STATS ON THE 'BOM' BLOG:
Mar
27,
2020 3:00 AM – Apr
3,
2020 2:00 AM
|
I
LIVE IN THE MOST EVIL AND CURRUPT COUNTY, STATE, AND NATION ON THIS
MOTHER FUCKING PLANET, PERHAPS THEN, BY MY BERLIEF SYSTEM, IN THIS
ENTIRE MWG; OH MIGHTY MOTHER FUCKING FBI, AND I WILL NOW TELL YOU
PRECISELY & EXACTLY WHY I AM SAYING THISSSSSSSS; OH
LOVELY ERICA SNAKES OF 1983 AND EVERYONE ELSE OUT HERE
IN THIS BLOGAUDIANSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since a quarter hour after the closing of that dick licking STOCK
MARKET TODAY, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
has persecuted the shit out of me. And these are times where they
know fully well, all people are SUFFERING
ENOUGH WITH THIS CORONA MOTHER FUCKING VIRUS SHITUATION. They
also are quite aware of the fact that SENIOR AGE PEEPS such as the
MOUNTAINPEN, are going through even MORE HORRIBLE DIRT BAG DOG SHIT
AS A RESULT OF THIS GODDAMN ROTTEN AWFUL NIGHTMARE ON UNFATHOMABLE
AND EPITOMIZED PILES OF STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But do they
care one tiny little bit? Well, you tell mother fucking me after you
read the opening of this BLOG CHAPTER #55 of
THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY7 DONALD TRUMP AND
HIS MOB! You just tell me what you think in about ten to
twenty minutes after you hear what I tell you about this super
horrific QUINTESSENTIAL BOTBAR TIMES INFINITY CUBED AND MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT EATING DAMN ASS CUBAN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
It
began around a quarter past four this disafsternoon somewhere, people
yo. Somebody claiming to be with the Internal Revenue Service phoned
me and told me that I owe lots of money on back taxes not paid. I own
nothing at all to the IRS. I have not even filed anything since I was
told by the H&R BLOCK TAX SERVICE about half a decade or more ago
now, when they came over to the local library to help those in
poverty with their annual taxes. They told me that the tiny amount of
Social Security Disability that I collect monthly, does
not even require a filing. Whether or not this is a bogus call
by criminals committing fraud, I cannot
know. This message was left on my phone while I was still sleeping as
I did not get up until a few minutes past five, but my Comcast
Voice-Mail System gives a voice readout of when
calliotammic-calls
like this come in, and any or all calls for that matter, oh mighty
illustrious Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker System! I
deleted the message even though they said to call them back and gave
me a reference number. I still think they are just criminal M2F
enemies attacking me EVERY SINGLE TIME
THE DOW JONES HAS A BIG ASS UP DAY, usually done with
my next door UNIT #605 nabes from HELL, but this time done with major
phone persecution!!!!!!!!! If it was the IRS,
they will call again, and if there is a legitimate office they are
calling from, it should show up that way
on my damn CALLER-ID but then again, it could be an illegal
SPOOF-JOB; oh great and absolutely wonderful FEDERAL
BUREAU
OF INVESTIGATION
(FBI) YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO! When you are doing ABSOLUTELY NO WRONG,
then you have nothing to worry about, or so 'they' say, whoever
'THEY' are. Then when I went to use my
computer to do this blog ten minutes or so ago,
POW, the M2F ENEMIES STRUCK ME HARD AGAIN, this time with a MAJOR
BLACK HAT CUM-PUKE-HER STACEY-LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK! The mouse
was totally frozen and the little arrow pointer thing would not
budge. I had to mother fucking manually shut off the
power to the computer and re-start or re-boot as they say, and go
through ENTER screens to re-open up me' mother fucking windows-7
system. During this horrible time where people are dropping like
flies all over this evil planet, I am still
being endlessly targeted by this enemy. So how can Sir
Russ McThaxton, or anyone else, tell me that because I am
living here in Florida now; that I AM
NAUT still going through the very same fucking shit that I have been
going through all along by these very same mother fucking cunt
lapping forces from HELL, who are destroying every
single day of my entire life and have now wiped out 65 years and 4
months of it, and it will never stop unless someone believes me and
is able to then help me to get this MEN-IN-BLACK HALLS FAWCE TO STOP
FUCKING UP ME' GODDAMN LIFE; LOVELY PATRICIA
H.H. HOLLISTER MAHM, SO NEO-HO-RENGAY TO YOU AND OUR LOVELY KID, THE
MERR! Jesus fucking Christ Almighty
GODDESS!!!!! Yes beautiful Katy-1997
QUEEN, this goes far far far far far far far beyond just being
dick licking WEEDEEKAWUSS, sweetie pie!!!!!!!
Anyone who doubts that my Morianity is made up of ULTIMATE TRUTHS,
can request a copy of that Hillary Clinton
rally from early in 2016 somewhere, where somebody shouted
out “MARK MOHR”, totally loud and
clear, for all to hear, and just after lovely
Katy finished performing her wonderful song. If people like
the stupid ignorant American Psychiatric
Association (APA) can dismiss endless wild things like that
happening, with another fantastic somewhat recent example here, being
the time after the New Jersey Terrorist Attack was done at that
Military Base by Dukra Akron, and then
the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Anchorman News guy clearly blurted
out, DUMA ARGON, which is a
character who I discuss on my blogs, and is never heard anywhere
else, and who exists on the Astral Plane, and is my for lack of
better description, Airship-Mechanic; can keep right on laughing and
disbelieving my incredible claims, well; so be it, as I live in a
world of fools, assholes, and total jerk fucking offs then, and I
need to just learn to accept that cold hard damn reality!!!!! These
kinds of coincidences, although endlessly mother fucking scoffed at
loudly by the experts in the almighty APA, and has many agreeing
followers; would have odds in the quintillions to one for NAUT
BEING JUST RANDOM HAPPENSTANCE COINCIDENTAL EVENTS, and I
challenge anyone out here to find their own math-expert at some top
think tank (university) to even attempt to discredit my words here.
People don't so much DISBELIEVE in me, but rather, THEY
REFUSE TO ENTERTAIN MY TRUTHS AS THEY DON'T WANT THIS TO BE SO,
and this of course has long been named and labeled in this mighty
BLOG PROJECT called, the BOM, as the GWPOS, (the
Giant Williamstown Police Officer Syndrome). In June of 1994
shortly after moving into the Highview Apartments and following the
death of my mom's brother and his wife, my Uncle John and my Aunt
Rachael Mason, an incredible weird incident happened. A huge man who
I now think was James Comey, came over to my apartment to tell my mom
and I that our Fort Lauderdale, Florida relatives had passed away at
the hospital. Then the second half of this weirdness was when this
huge cop made that wild statement to me, “Mister Mohr, I don't want
to believe what you say about all of your problems because I won't
accept that my country would do things like this to you”. Well, and
you too Mizz Mashell Daniels of RPL back fourteen years earlier than
those times in 1994; “You're entitled to your damn opinions”, yo
yo yo yo BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I added the word
of “DAMN” in, because I felt like it, and because I
am one very mother fucking cunt eating PISSED OFF GODDAMN PRICK RIGHT
NOW, YO YO YO YO YO BRAH! HA-HA-HA Jane Sleazeweedsdisease
Crapinthemouthface Fonda, YOU MISSED ME AGAIN GIRLfriends, AND
GIRL!!!!!!!! No Sir Mike Soft, not 'chemotherapeutic', but I can see
the word-resemblance there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Picture
a gigantic mother fucking piece of onion thin paper that is the size
of a city block. Now fold it in half and then in half again, and then
again and again. There is real powerful magic and truth in what I
will tell you all right now, yo BRO! After this is folded many
hundreds of times, it just may seem to be the size of large brick.
Now begin to unfold this thing, AFTER you allow it to be tossed into
a great big vat of some type of watered down paint or dye. Keep
unfolding it, time and time again. The entire reality to its fullness
was all there when it was a brick and you can think of it when it was
that brick as the beginning of human world time or as that great
scripture-Holy-book calls it, 'CREATION'. Each unfolding represents
about one seventh of one second, so actually a city block sheet of
paper needs to truly be more like a sheet of paper the size of Planet
Jupiter. As time seems to keep UNFOLDING, nothing is ever truly
added, only mutated by the continual unfolding process. Without going
on with this tonight, I will wrap it up by simply saying one more
thing, and again, Jim Rockford's loose teeth are always in play here.
IE, “We can always get back to this”, and yes great folks, yo,
and yes Mike Soft and your wonderful folksingers, “WE WILL
TOO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I told anyone right now about how some
recent beyond wild and inconceivable nightmares are happening to me
when my physical body hits the hey for the day, you would be half
fucking insane. We can never see just space-time or Einstein's old
concept, without seeing SIX FULL DIMENSIONS OF REALITY! First
there was mind, without getting Georgio Moroder, Jennifer
Beils, and Irene Cara too wet and excited here. Actually, FIRST THERE
IS MIND and saying WAS rather than IS implies a time without mixing
it with mind and space, or better said, without mixing it with MIND
SEPARATION. Then there WAS/IS the entire
5th dimensional hyperspace of virtually unlimited 4-D
parallel universe realms where our full-true-mind explores while not
limited to its lower or CONSCIOUS LEVEL OF WAVES. Then there WAS/IS
our place that is fixed for us because we have a solid brain and
although it is run with electrically connected synapse systems that
connect our awareness and consciousness literally with this one and
seemingly only physical part of 5th dimensional
hyperspace, our dreams are and will be always, our spiritual gateway
for exploring the entire fullness of WHAT IS! Not all that long back
into PHOTON-MEMORY (the past), you all may remember my wild
political-intimidation-NIGHTMARE and how it ended up all connecting
into traveling to some weird store where a connecting laboratory
existed and where Merry was there and seemingly connected or housed
into some tubular shaped thing and then the friend whom I was with,
suddenly poured a copper colored solution into the hollow part of
this contraption. Well, I was back at this place a couple nights ago,
and remember that time here and time there could be off by a trillion
years, being days away once and then being a trillion years away from
each other. That is the true vastness of the great fifth dimension
that I seriously doubt that even the great and illustrious Mizz
Marilyn McCoo had a whisper of a clue about back in 1968, despite
naming her group that she and h er hubby John Davis formed, called,
the “FIFTH DIMENSIONS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of these things all
have what Morianity has labeled and called throughout my now 14+ year
blogging project called THE BOM, Hyperspace Towel Seepage Effect or
5th dimensional TSE for a shortened abbreviated way of
putting it. If you have a bunch of watered down paint in a huge vat
and let it spill out onto a huge area and then begin to throw either
dry towels, or any porous and absorbing item like towels, all around;
there will never be any one group of towels that are exactly like any
others, and yet, they all become saturated in certain ways because of
the very same original spillage of that liquid. But there will be an
effect between all of them and although not ever recognizable, it is
there. Hence when God taught its prophets in early Biblical-Days, how
to properly interpret dreams of the HSE or the TSE
(Hyperspace-Equation)(Towel-Seepage-Effects). The Old Testament's of
Holy Scriptures show many such instances where great prophets had
just this ability that was given to them from the ASTRAL
FAWCES (GOD) if you will, however you wish to translate ideas
and religious concepts and their connectiveness to verbiage and
nomenclature!!!!!! But getting quickly back to being back in that
sort of 'serial-dreaming' locale of my under-conscious-mind (while
sleeping), I have come to learn that this is a WALMART
STORE. But in this parallel universe alternate reality, I do
not classify this area of the fifth dimension as LOCALIZED
HYPERSPACE, as opposed to more DISTANT HYPERSPACE. In fact I sort of
rate this in five ways in a near similar way that Dock Goldberg does
if you carefully study his time-travel book. There is the Localized
parts, there is the Distant parts, and then there is the Centralized
or middle parts. Then I make an allowance for a slightly greater
grouping of the three divisions allowing for five, by using the
Localized-Centralized and also the Distant-Centralized, hence,
(L,LC,C,DC,D) Converting these five areas going from the shallowest
or nearest to our way of perceiving ordinary-reality, would be
numbered 1-5, L=1, LC=2, C=3, DC=4, D=5. I would place where I was at
this Walmart Store with my daughter inside of a weird tubular device
behind the store in a laboratory area, as being a locale that exists
in the part-4-Hyperspace. Not DISTANT, but not even quite
CENTRALIZED. A full part-5-HYSP would be the great (apartments dot
com) guy Mister Bellflower and his TOBYCOUCH deal. When suddenly the
road in front of us while we are driving just becomes our
grandmother's face, that is
P5-HYSP.
Where I am going for some time now, that is various realms and
parallels in the area of P4-HYSP. Again, Doctor Bruce Goldberg used a
very similar type of categorization when describing the paths that we
get onto and move out and back from each other, simply by just living
and going to bed, and then getting up again. I fully believe his
truths, and I fully believe that all I have done here in Morianity is
to expound and elaborate a tiny wee bit on his original idea, but I
promise you all that we both see the very same truth and reality
about all of this. You really should purchase from any good online
service, his great book where these things are talked about by him,
called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Let me move this on
about Merry, laboratories, political threats, Cornwall Ventnor
disease weeds of the otherwise seemingly WEEDEEKAWUSS, music,
technology, and dreaming and hyperspace and how it all fits together
like a great big perfect mega tonnage Olympic sized pool of
cement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This truly IS THE CEMENT that binds together
so much mother fuckign total truths of cosmos, it is beyond being
funny or WEEDEEKAWUSS to the damn power of three and a half
septillion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
all know about my 1983 song and the rewrite in 2012 that I officially
copyrighted in 2013, music project #29 that I for hacked reason s
most likely, cannot pull up on the internet, and that still only
shows music project numbers 1-28. Funny too, as the number 29 is a
powerful number, and was the day that lovely PEE was born in a
parallel universe, nine months after my second Hollister-Rape at the
Highview in the final days of June in 1996. PEE was born on 29 March
of 1997, causing HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MAJOR TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECTS that
crossed over into this universe with incredible outlandish major
psychic dreams and wild supernatural experience4s throughout that
year, and led to the final demise of my mom who was eventually
fatally struck down the day after X-MAS in that year, and then she
lingered with that unexplainable mystery-illness until the 4th
of March in 2000, when she kicked that famous 'MMMMW'-Jimmy
Durante BUCKET!!! We all know do we NAUT Mizz AT&T
BLAKE; and “crazy driven or naut”; that my FAKE PHONY
techno-project where the Bonjovi peeps helped me turn an old
LAB-TECH-GAME played by my awesome daut-Merry, led to the fake-phony
news and TRUMP, and RUSSIA, and all of this dirty rotten mess this
entire world is in now. This spread of viral disease goes far beyond
the VENTILATOR-Ventnor Cornwall Avenue Corona 19 DAYS stayed there at
the child molester's place; and of course only in recent times in
this century do we all hear things like “going viral” and we now
have had a first hand kick in the ass of what it means when anything
does indeed do just thissssssss, lovely Erica! The Permission Barrier
book, Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store outdoor concerts in
transdimensional hyperspace, Paula King and her mysterious magical
WAYV Radio Station of the FEEL REALE CLUB of Atlantic City and
Ventilator-Ventnor, and so much more, is all TSE and HSE that can
only be ignored if we are all a bunch of absofuckinglutely mother
fucking BRAIN-DEAD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In my “TPB”
BOOK from late in 1994, there was Phyllis Alexander the Lab-Tech,
long before my memories of Patty and Merry ever were anything but a
deeply buried seed. The only Grant Avenue or Grant anything in my
life then, or in my memory system of conscious waking mind, was
General Ulysses Grant of the4 Civil War, or allow and permit me UNCLE
SNOOTIES non-ketchup!!!!!!!! But
speaking of that wild trick of the lip, maybe it took me decades to
indeed, “PLAY CATCH-UP”, after that
day in 1972 at Uncle Snooties and Aunt Ruth Gottwald's home on
Peninsula Drive up on Long Woodie Island Guthrie!!!!!! Yessir, good
old Senior Vice President of Chemical-national Bank of Manhattan, my
mom's first cousin in law, Sir Heinz Gottwald. Wanna' cut me a wee
whittle bwake here, lovely Mizz Margie Leo from 1985,
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZE? What was done to me by Paula King in
1997 was beyond horrible, but what she did in 1996 was off the scales
criminal. This woman should be taken out and shot!!!!!!!!! Oh boy am
I going to be FEELING REAL, TOM SIR. Not one day that I went down to
that fuckign beach would they get off my back and NAUT play that
stupid song and have it blaring out on some boardwalk loudspeaker
from that dirtball radio station. You'll never convince me that
Paula's double somewhere in 5th dimensional hyperspace is
not inside of her and not only making her do all of this to me, but
somehow giving her the power to pull it all off, Mister Card-Player
Blaine and Copperfield THINK OF A CARD and tune to my station, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEE!
Mar
23,
2020
11:00 AM – Mar
30,
2020 10:00 AM
|
SO
SAHWEE, SO SAHWEE!!!
Yes
I fucked up, and I said weekly when I
should have said monthly, when saying
how many blog page-views the BOM-BLOG gets.
A
few nights ago, I enjoyed watching a show on television about Malcolm
X, with Mister Washington starring in the role. I don't like Mister
Denzell for three reasons, but he did a great job in that role, and
it paid off for me to watch it, besides just learning a bit about
American history. First, the three reasons for my not liking Sir DW
are as follows. He advertises for the Allstate as we all know. I do
not like fake or phony things. That silly fake voice of his on those
ads is beyond WEEDEEKAWUSS, to quote me
in 1997 with lovely
Katy, in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG. I have seen him in several of
his movies, and none of them portray that crazy silly extra deep
phony-put-on voice. Finally, I still believe his cousin screwed with
me that day in 1996 when my mom and I were trying to move out of the
Williamstown Highview Apartments and into that Somerdale death-house
as Morianity has labeled it. The reasons for my believing that he
interfered with it is typical Hollywood-Enemies and their operations
and normal procedures of screwing with me any time they feel like it.
For more information than this on that particular topic, you will
need for me to tell you perhaps at some other future time. So back to
the Malcolm X show. Who out here remembers how I was discussing the
FASCITAR, and the Astral Goddess COIN who resides in the Purgatory,
in the neighboring province to Olympia, near the dwelling of the God
COIN Psyche Myrathus? Remember me telling you all how she would not
reveal the significance to both of the instruction numbers for
working this Astral-Plane travel method from the Earth Plane? I told
how the '6' and the '10' were not just some randomly chosen part of
this wild instructional manual for operating this spirit-travel
system. But I told you all how she did not reveal the TEN part, only
the SIX part of this 6-10 instructional spirit-travel guide. She said
that the Roman number of '6' is the English letters of V and I put
together, as anyone knows who has ever looked at a grandfather clock
and the bottom hour of '6' displayed as VI. While I was viewing and
totally enjoying the show about the great man, Mister Malcolm X, I
learned that he chose that 'X' term which also in Roman means 10, but
here is the real kick in the nuts folks and yes wonderful Microsoft
Corporation,
folksingers toothpaste
as well, or TOO!!!!!!!!!! I learned from this show that Malcolm,
intentionally did this because in the world of advanced mathematics,
the 'X' also has another major significance. Anyone who paid
attention in first year algebra class in high school and hasn't
forgotten it all completely in adult life, remembers how 'X'
represents the 'UNKNOWN'. That is
why he called himself Malcolm X, and this is all a part of the great
GODDESS-COIN FASCITAR, and HER instructional
manual for Physical Plane spirit-travel,
to the realms of the Purgatory (Astral-Plane), where SHE resides in.
Remember that the VI or (6) represents the English words of
Velocitronic Interference. I know that I told you all about that, and
admitted that I did not then know of the reason for the X-10 other
part of the great Fascitar-Instruction methodology. Now as for why I
want to hire a PI to find Patty Hollister, you all can;t be so damn
totally dense not to see that we must look at something so gargantuan
and beyond totally fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HERE. Who out here can
dismiss all of this as a zero percent chance for being cosmically
correct when I say that Patty seemed to want me to be where I am
today, and then of course simultaneously along with all of these
developing situations, our daughter becomes a world famous super
star. Look, maybe it is not the truth, but how can I be expected to
just dismiss the idea and concept that MORIANITY could become the
RELIGION OF THE 3rd MILLENNIUM, with a little bit of
assist from the Earthly connected PINK GODDESS
HERSELF? All I am saying is that I think it would be beyond
remiss to just say, yeah right sure, what a total crock that all is!I
was joking of course about the bank robbery. How many people every
day say shit like, “Boy I could just kill my rotten mother fucking
boss for how he treated me on my job today”, and many other such
things? I know a PI is expensive, but I will find a way to find
Patty, if that is, she is still here on this Physical-Plane of human
life!!! No people, no direct little pun or code was meant when I
abbreviated the detective term right following my discussions about
higher mathematical stuff such as algebraic expressions and
representing the unknown in them with the letter of 'X'. Still, that
good old endless JRSS really does have a mind of its own, so tell me
I'm wrong here, yo!!!
Between
approximately 10 or 11 of the clock last night and just shy of two or
so this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I
fell under a nasty NOISE-SIEGE FROM THE MILITUFORCE,
with door slamming and loud car stereo music and all in absolute
violation of after 10PM Township Noise Ordinances, and I could read
you the lengthy fucking statute number from the LAW LIBRARY that is
now closed of course until further notice, as we all know, as a
direct result of this lovely CORNWALL 19 DAY VENTNOR STAY back in
1970, better known to the ignorant masses who would entirely dismiss
all related things to the JRSS, as the Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN!
For
the past few days I have suffered with a MAJOR TOOTH INFECTION that
is extremely painful, and has caused me to
spike a fever as high as 100.4
degrees. Should I have had to go outside for any reason, and
then been randomly stopped by any authority; I would have been
forcibly quarantined as a direct result AGAIN, of that CORNWALL 19
DAY VENTNOR STAY back in 1970, better known to the ignorant masses
who would entirely dismiss all related things to the JRSS, as the
Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN. Now here is an
update on my infection that totally swelled up my entire mother
fucking face even worse than when the mighty and elusive Mizz
Paula King from Atlantic City, on that July 12th
1970 public transit bus, prompting her to make that cruel and ugly
comment that to this day, I NEVER FORGOT, and most likely NEVER
MOTHER FUCKING WILL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Yes that was caused by
a nasty sunburn, and this is a direct result of dental neglect due to
wonderful Sir Senator Sanders in full agreement with me, our
lousy national health insurance system, that totally ignores major
dental problems associating with normal aging and poverty,
that goes onto result in the neglect of poor
people's mother fucking dental health. Still, “Here is the
situation”, as Superman said to Inspector
Henderson, on that great old fifties B&W 'SUPERMAN'
TV-SHOW, and the episode with the west coast mafia
criminal named Louigee if I am naut misspelling his damn ass name! By
late Tuesday morning, my fever broke and my temperature that was
ranging in-between 99.5 and 100.4, went down to 98.4 degrees, and has
remained in the near range of this number ever since. Infections in
our body cause the same things to happen to us that virus and germ
bugs cause, and our body's way of fighting all of these bugs is to
attempt to burn them up, hence our goddamn fevers. The pain is almost
totally gone now too, but it was quite intense and nearly
excruciating for a good twenty-four hours, yo
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! My problems with my teeth don't go away
like magic, merely the infection that temporarily resulted from
having a very bad tooth. No Mike Soft, toothpaste has absolutely
nothing whatsoever to fucking do with that, yo! HA-HA-HA Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch Trashface; you missed me today. There
was no way to block it, as many times the damn blocker won;t help
when the margin that shows the page number crap moves too far in to
the left of the far right side of the page. I just took my chances
and tried to forget about this and kept typing out my blog, and now
am safely onto PAGE 12 of 12, yo yo yo yo, me gol'-darn BRO!!!!
TEE-HEE-HEE, oh lovely Mizz Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday,
Tuesday, the temperature reached an afternoon high of 93 degrees.
It was sunny, hot, and quite humid, and the weathermen on the news
said that the treasure coast had feel-like temps over the goddamn
century mark, a rarity for the last day in March, and they admitted
that this was another record breaking day in local weather here in
the SUNSHINE STATE OF GOOD-OL' F-L-O-R-I-D-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
typical game in Roulette, playing my Tri-Group-Copy
3-Bet Stage Roulette-System brings a grouping of numbers
such as the ones that came out right before I did this blog after
being awakened by my scum bag NOISY M2F ENEMIES FROM HELL, AKA
DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, should anyone insist on a physical world
type of address in an existence without space or time or any
meaningful way of relating to any of that human world shit, thus my
naming the Astral-Plane, a “CONDITION-INTERACTION”. Yes the
numbers today from my quick spin system of playing cards drawn
randomly, and once the converted numbers come out they further
convert to a multi-wheel scramble code so that one deck of playing
card can literally become virtually limitless amount of roulette
wheels; are as follows:
35,30,8---16,2,3---31,20,11---1,6,2---
5,22,25---4,13,22---25,11,14---5,12,32---
15,36,19
Now
I do not include my two joker cards that almost perfectly recreates
the odds of a real casino roulette game's VIG or gaming edge as the
pro gambling world calls it. Factoring in this, actual profits
usually force us to divide in half, or in the case of a rare losing
game, double the loss amounts. Now these 27
NON-VIG spins,
convert into the outside betting tri-parameter letters as follows:
Remember that R=RED, B=BLACK, E=EVEN, O=ODD, L=LOW, AND H=HIGH.
BOH/REH/BEL----0
original
grouping has no bets made.
REL/BEL/ROL----(-5
units)
BOH/BEH/BOL----(+3
units)
ROL/BEL/BEL----(+3
units)
ROL/BEH/ROH----(+3
units)
BEL/BOL/BEH----(-5
units)
ROH/BOL/REL----(+3
units)
ROL/REL/REH----(+3
units)
BOL/REH/ROH----(+3
units)
Now
the outcomes shown in BLUE COLOR
FONT will show
(W) WINS and
(L) LOSSES
as follows by COLORED FONTS. The W
are in BLACK
FONT, and the L
are in RED
FONT.
The
subtotals of profits are +18 units.
The
subtotals of losses are -10 units.
Game
Total after 27 non-included GREEN possible outcome spins of the
roulette wheel would be 18-10=+8 UNITS PROFIT. A good average of
course when the legal game VIG is factored in as stated earlier, is
to DOUBLE the TOTAL LOSS AMOUNTS, and HALV the TOTAL WIN AMOUNTS. So
+4 would be a long running play figure in this game of 27 non-VIG
spins. Also, a controversial but very tried and true methodology
whenever a gamer uses STAGED/progressive betting amounts, even as
small as the mini-martingale of 1-2-4 units such as is used in this
system, is to always cover the GREEN VIG on the highest one or two
bet amounts, and in the case of only a 3-MM as is used on this
system, that means whenever the top or third bet is placed (4 gaming
units), you cover the GREENS with a smaller gaming money chip value
amount. If we use the 25 dollar green-quarter money gaming chips, the
player should always have some red nickel gaming chips for covering
the green-split bets on the top 3-MM (Mini-Martingale).
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I
won't lie for a mother fucking single lousy little second. I
AM
ONE
VERY
GODDAMN
PISSED
OFF
PERSON.
I did nothing at all to deserve being in 'DOE' and yet here I am and
have been all my cunt huffing life, due to this horrendous jerked off
family curse that originally I thought of as the Mason Curse, as did
distant Cuzz Donnie, and now know it for what it truly is, the
HUNTINGTON
CURSE!
DOE
is short for Dogtown
On
Earth!
Here
we are during the worst global and national disaster
in the history of about 98% of all humans under the age of the big
buck, and yet, POW;
what I am going through IS STILL UPON ME, such as yesterday, AGAIN,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
Funny
how my goddamn ass mother told me that it isn't fair how things seem
to get worse and harder for people as they grow older and older. She
is totally mother fucking correct. It isn't one bit fucking fair,
and yet, 'ah
cruel world, tis so damn true!!!!!!!!!!
Back
when the Nine-Eleven
Attack
went down in Manhattan in 2001, things totally stopped around me; and
all of my persecutions and harassment's were TOTALLY
GONE
for at least three solid weeks, give or cunt lapping take!
But oh no, this never ever backs off any more NO
MATTER WHAT IS HAPPENING AROUND THIS GODDAMN MISERABLE ROTTEN ASS
FUCKING CUNT GLOBE,
BRAH!
I
absolutely know that the 605-SITUATION
is one of many past 34+years of ICPE-APE-TECH,
from none other than the evil diseased wicked rotten MILITUFORCE
(M2F). I know this as sure as I know I have a mother fucking dirty
asshole each day after taking a dick licking shit in the toilet! Some
things, and I know most of you know this, WE JUST KNOW, and nobody
can talk us out of what we absofuckinglutely know. Yes Microsoft, I
haven't used that exact cursing dialogue in some time, but thank you
for that great fantastic reminder there, yo!
Here
is the very basis however for my endless belief and argument for
claiming that my situation is quite fantastic, and thus, SIMPLY COULD
NAUT BE 'JUST' COMING FROM THIS WORLD AND OR THIS DIMENSION OF
ORDINARY '3-D REALITY'. To be in this major world crisis and still
have to contend with the same old shitty around me, and then folks,
you ask me or wonder why I, do not seem to ever change, year in and
year old, century in and century out? Come on lovely
Mizz 1985 Caldor Store #113 Mizz Margie Leo
yo, “Wanna'
cut me a brake”
there, sweetie pie? A nasty left side Death-Angel-attack is striking
me at 7:07 this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
me' great folks out there, 'whoever you are'!!!!! Even world famous
people are able to move with the calendar and their lives appear to
take shape around the current events. But alas folks, not
poor old miserable Mister mother fucking MOUNTAINPEN
for crying out louder than a fully cranked 50 kilowatt super stereo
amplifier! So in case you want to ask me why I never seem to change
and even go as far as blame me for seemingly having some weird
attitude toward life concerning an endless continuing of my curse,
simply know that I am enjoying this as much as you would enjoy being
in a dentist chair for the next ten years straight having root canal
work done without let up other than to sleep or shit or piss or drink
or eat and maybe breathe and sigh! I
don't believe that I am the only human being on the Earth-Planet who
is experiencing inter-dimensional major or even minor woes.
I don't believe that I am an isolated individual for that matter, who
is having any type of inter-dimensionally connected events
continually being made manifest into my life. I
DO BELIEVE HOWEVER,
lovely people out here, that
I may indeed be the only person so far in the recognized
HUMAN-HISTORY
who has become totally aware of my situation,
and has taken it one-hundred percent seriously as a result of
becoming onto it, and not then simply dismissing it all as pure
insanity. My point to all of is is that I believe the mental health
system and in older times and days, the numerous mental hospitals
scattered all over the place, were filled with all kinds of wild
sicko nut cases, but perhaps as many as ten percent of them were all
having shit going on around them quite similar to what is happening
to me. I fully and absofuckinglutely believe this to be accurate and
true, so help me PINK
GODDESS JEHOVAH STACEY KRASSLE ALMIGHTY!
You all go right on and believe your way. I cannot say it makes me
happy, but I can't do a diddly squat thing about it, can I Mike RPL
1980 Walters, sir????????????? Gee fucking willagars for Crissake!
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Did
any of you ever notice this wild event? I can NEVER MOTHER FUCKING GO
MORE THAN TWO BLOGS IN A ROW WHERE I SAY “HA-HA-HA” TO JANE
WHORE-SHIT FONDA, WITHOUT
HER GETTING ME THE THIRD NEXT TIME?
I guarantee this pattern is also just as mother fucking true as all
the other wild and inconceivable shit in these now 14+ years of cunt
eating miserable blogs of endless goddamn WOE-WHIZ-ME'S, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
I
won't lie to a single one of you. I cannot ever be sure just how real
the “REALITY-3” deal is in all of this, or which way parallel
events truly seem to be energized, and of course you all know that I
believe that they are totally omnidirectional and nothing whatsoever
like the old Buddhist Cause and Effect thing, where event A, the
cause; then goes onto create event B, the effect. In other words the
ageless paradox of which came first, chicken or egg, I say they were
a truly simultaneous event. Still, this as so many other things can
wait for later times to be further examined and explored, in or out
of all similar Cooley-Hall Special-Ed places!
If
I could just somehow ever cunt chewing KNOW exactly who is screwing
up my life and wiping me out and turning my entire existence into one
totally ass fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE NIGHTMARE, I would
then be able to direct me' informational-counterstrikes of
revenge-tellings, to completely appropriate groups and persons. I
would be totally within any and all rights also, in doing this. We
all know that if I am not insane as the great WFMU Listener Therese
says I am, and also could ever prove to a jury what has been done to
me by these SCOTT RANSOM VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE ever since leaving
school at the Haddonfield Cooley Hall; I would be awarded tens of
BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN AGONY-COMPENSATION and for a totally ruined
and wrecked life. It also is logical to assume that those people that
are pulling all of this off all of this time, have pockets as deep as
the fucking Pacific Ocean's Mariana Trench. But before anyone
including me begins salivating over this possibility; I
would stand a better chance a thousand million times over, of winning
the mother fucking POWERBALL-LOTTERY
JACKPOT,
and you all know this too, “deep
down”;
right Mister
Robin Hill 1990 'L&O'
Robinnette,
yo?
THE
END, AND SMELLING 'GOUUUUUUUD'!!!
BEGINNING
OF THIS TRANSMISSION:
AND
ON OR OFF ANY BUS RIDES OR L&O SHOWS,
WE'RE
SMELLING REALLY GOUUUUUUUUD.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
FEELING A WHITTLE BETTER.
10:21
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
30
MARCH, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
52
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
MARCH 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.
I
FELL UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACK AT ABOUT 9:25 THIS
CUNT HUFFING MORNING, MONDAY MORNING, 30 MARCH, 2020.
WHAT ELSE IS FUCKING CUNT NEW IN THE HORRENDOUS LIFE OF THE
MOUNTAINPEN????????? IT IS THIS JIT BAG CUNT SNIFFER NEXT TO ME
AGAIN, IN UNIT #605, THAT I REFER TO AS MISTER MEX AND IS SHORT FOR
MEXICO SINCE HE IS A MEXICAN-AMERICAN, AND I DO NOT KNOW HIS NAME,
NOR DO I HAVE
THE SMALLEST DESIRE TO KNOW IT EITHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS
BOOMING SYSTEM WAS CRANKED WAY UP FOR ABOUT FIFTEEN SECONDS TWICE,
AND THEN THE DOOR SLAMS ARE MAJOR, HIS NOISY CHI-DOG IS YELPING ALL
TO HELL, AND THERE IS MOST DEFINITELY A VERY LOUD FUCKING EARLY DAY
PARTY GOING ON IN HIS SHITHOUSE UNIT!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW FULLY WELL
SINCE IT BEGAN JUST SHY OF THE WALL STREET OPENING BELL, THAT AS
ALWAYS; THIS IS BIG-BUSINESS-ORIENTED PARALLEL EVENT (ICPE-APE
TECHNOLOGY) BEING ILLEGALLY APPLIED AGAINST ME,
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, SAME SHIT EVER SINCE MIDDLE AUGUST OF THE YEAR OF
1986!!!!!
What
amazes me is that he actually thinks he will get away with endlessly
claiming that it is me making all the noise, when I am in here as
quiet as a mother fucking church mouse. On top of that, something
that my goddamn mom said to me over and over rings quite true in all
of this. She said, “If I keep a good reputation, it will come in
very handle during such bad times and situations as these”. She's
100% on the money. Kev said to me not that many days ago when I told
him how he accused me of having women in my apartment and making
noise at three in the morning, that he personally knows that's a
total crock of dog shit cubed! People all know my mode of living and
style of life around here, or for that matter anywhere that I live
for any significant period of time. Eventually, this prick will be
evicted, but I doubt I'll be able to wait him out, just as with all
my horrendous bad neighbors sent directly to me by THE
DEVIL HIMSELF ALL MY LIFE, also known as the MILITUFORCE
in my Morianity.
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 10:30 AM, ON 30 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
CURRENT DAY OF 30 MARCH, OF 2020,
WITH A MAJOR ENEMY NOISE DEATH SIEGE AN DTHE ENEMY NABES IN UNIT #605
AGAIN ASSAULTING ME WITH MAJOR ELDER ABUSE STARTING AT 9:25 THIS
MORNING, 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.
YOU
MISSED ME AGAIN, HA-HA-HA JANE WITCHBITCH Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!!
Still, I will post up my lovely FIVE GROUPATIONS!
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Maybe
the HALLS FAWCES didn't like what I discussed with Atlantic City in
1970 with child molester Tom Reale. But who can ever really
know why these cunt eating death sieges come out of nowhere with me
and pow, they strike like a Jupiter bolt of lightning on steroids.
Then eventually, they go away and vanish as wildly as they came.
Before 1986, I never ever had to live like this. Yes I had many
rotten problems and my share of rotten days, usually about one out of
every 10-14 when averaged out for entire years, and I know, since I
used to keep LIFE CHARTS that showed me this information, yo yo yo
yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me quickly tell you something not told on CHAPTER 50, speaking of
telling some really wild shit regarding transdimensional hyperspace
and the dealings that I have had to endure within this vast and
virtually limitless and unfathomable fabric of space-time-mind
connected from the 6th dimension of MIND! David Roth in
many parallel worlds has been interacting with me for a minimum of
six or seven years now, and he is getting meaner and meaner with me
in these alternate realities, once even trying to shoot me dead. I
was working as a security guard at some weird place the night before
last and I was told by my boss, the Site-Sarg, that the reason Dave
is being so mean to me is because “He thinks I'm gay” to
precisely quote the dude. I of course am not gay, not here and not
there, and in the experience, my doppelganger was telling him, “Boy
just give me the opportunity to prove that I am not gay and I'll blow
your goddamn mind”! The Site-Sarg just looked at me, and then poof,
I woke up with a bang. But that horrible mother fucking nightmare
stayed with me all of yesterday, and put me in a really fowl ass
fuckign rotten mood to say it 'politely', Mister Tommy
Jam-Jelly-Dizzy Roe from when else, but good old fucking 1969? For a
very long time, I have wondered why my spirit insists on traveling
into these rotten goddamn parallel universes where Dave is being so
damn mean. Well, I got my answer. Don't ever fuckign tell me that
things in DREAMS do not work just like they do in the waking realms
of so-called REALITY for Crissake. For a long long damn time I was
trying to understand this and then finally I got the answer. Life
while awake operates for me in extremely similar ways. People who
doubt my hard on for hyperspace & dreaming really need to get
into BIBLICAL PROPHECY and DREAMS, as this is all through the BIBLE,
and there is not one scripture that so much as even partially implies
that those days and these days are separate as far as this is
concerned. Show me I am wrong with real BIBLE SCRIPTURE anyone, and I
will end my MORIANITY. I have read through it cover to cover, so LOTS
OF FUCKING LUCK, YO!!!!!!!!!! BOY OH BOY DOES THIS SHIT SUCK FUCKING
ASS AT C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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