Monday, April 6, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 58






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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER





CHAPTER 58








WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3





The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








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Things for me are at a new mother fucking low point for me. WEIN, SOSO, SSDD? The stock market will totally FLY TODAY, despite the reasonless logic to it all with the world in a beyond fucking crisis mode. We all laugh at jit bag Trump who are not in his WP-BASE of total sleaze-scum, with his ULTRA-FAKE-POSITIVE-TWINBAY ATTITUDE TOWARDS THINGS. Still, lovely Mizz Mashell Daniels from 1980 would absolutely entitle him to his opinions, just as she did me when we had our world famous argument about mixed racial couples, and trying to avoid trouble “when you Kenny Rogers possibly can”, all county cowards most definitely NAUT withstanding here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Yeah, we miss you Ken, all of us and the piney peeps of Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG especially of course!









The horrendous four hour SUNDAY ASSAULT & ELDER ABUSE ON THE MOUNTAINPEN yesterday was extremely injurious to me and my personal-magnetics, but then, what's new, or again, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD????????









This was a bad one, and I will now shout some mother fucking dogshit out to this planet, as a major direct mother fuckign COUNTERSTRIKE, right here and right now, oh lovely and adorable Loo VanBuren of the “L&O” TV-SHOW, yo!!!!!!! I of course am totally aware, not being some dim witted fuckign cunt retard, that with the same basic peeps in my BLOGAUDIANSHIP and without any real increase or broadening in a truly interested audience; that for the very most part, I'M SITTING IN HERE JUST WASTING A WHOLE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING LOT OF ME' 'DAMN' TIME; OH WONDERFUL AND GREAT ALL-CARING SENATOR SANDERS!!!









As I've said a lot of times in the past good folks, I cannot ever seem to be able to know just who exactly is hurting and destroying me and my entire life and has done so ever since I left fuckign school in late January of 1973, the illustrious COOLEY HALL on Kings Highway and Hopkins Lane, in the historic and world renown HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! Part of the hell in all of this if not MOST OF IT, literally is in the ability of this great and powerful NON-OZ M2F THAT'S AKA THE 'WOMO-MILITUFORCE' BY MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY; to endlessly be able to obfuscate my ability to obtain real-world court-acceptable evidence in any meaningful way against any real life flesh and fucking cunt blood people of the EARTH. Still, I know absofuckinglutely that indeed, there are peeps in real human bodies, that are in this M2F, and doing these unspeakable and monstrous crimes against me for fifty mother fucking years since I was around middle-teens in year-age. Some things in this life, we just know and we would bet double or nothing a trillion borrowed mob dollars on it any goddamn mother fucking time anywhere, without batting a clit sniffing eyelash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









My magnetics were hit extremely hard this year, and the idea, goal, motive and absolute goddamn objective of this enemy WOMO-MILITUFORCE, is nothing less than the total but stealthy and fully covert destruction and obliteration, of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, and to quote CIA-AGENT from 1969 and my BIG BROTHER from the then BBO, Sir John Henningsen of the color me RED STATE having nothing to do with political reasons, at least when not including here, the EVER-PRESENT-JRSS, “It's just that simple, Mark”! Yes I have been damaged by the WOMO-M2F beginning last summer time, far beyond anything that has been done to me before this time, and of course, I fully believe it is all a result of Donald Trump, our wonderful dirtbag president from HELL himself, and if anyone thinks for a lousy second that I would publicly say all of this without a lot of reasons and even proofs; then you're fuckign cunt crazier than anyone of you including Listener WFMU Therese claim that I am!!!!!









I fully believe that my Magnesonic has ultimately struck back, but unfortunately, invisible powers from the realms of the sub-atomic cannot always avoid the unpleasant effects of a lot of 'friendly-fire' that becomes automatically involved in a global counterstrike. Magnesonic does not run out of power as the Latengrate Sir David Roth suggested in the late nineteen-eighties. It does however when things get extremely and unfathomably awful, sort of do what electrical coil step-up-transformers do. It builds and builds and builds up with inconceivable fucking power, and then it unleashes it against my rotten MILITUFORCE enemies. I fully believe that our global damn pandemic is just such a thing, and if you study these blogs ever since they all began in January of 2006, you will come to the only conclusion of logical sense, and agree with me. As for trying to shoot into a dark tunnel at invisible enemies and tattle tail on them with powerful ugly truths, believe me people that I haven't even begun to say some really bad shit, but without knowing for sure who has done these putrid things to me in great detail, my damn conscience won't allow me to carry any of this too far. I know that there is major evidence that the world of high finance and big business, has damaged me intentionally many dozens of times over, and this especially includes those horrible fucking rotten mobbed up Jersey casinos. I also believe that Patty Hollister and Jim Burr of Gloucester should not be held blameless in all of this either. But again, just how far to properly take any of my revenge-tells due to inadequate proofs of just exactly who did what to me and WHY, is offset by my own humanity and mercy. Once I say and prove certain HUUUUUUUUUGE things, there is just no un-ringing certain bells. Also, I don't hold my government responsible, despite their damaging my personal stuff and entering my residences on at least four different times throughout this entire Post 1802 Robin Hill mess, because I understand big-business in America, Lobbying, true control over Crapitol Hell (Capitol Hill), and so much mother fucking more yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!! The same shit hurting me, the grieving fathers down in Parkland at the high school have felt pain from, and all due to the powerful NRA GUN LOBBIES. Without a whole huge amount of money, none of us have one bit of worth or value, and that is cold hard punching truth, or to quote Sir Dennis Snyder of Elm, NJUSAESMWG; “And that's just reality, son”!









JANE WHORE-SHIT Sleazeweedsdisease just CAME REAL DAMN CLOSE TO SCREWING ME WITH HER ENDLESS FUCKING ONES-ASSAULT ON ME, SO ALLOW ME TO COMPENSATE NOW (CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE)!!!


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One of my roulette systems crashed yesterday as a result of the NEGGAMAGGING ON ME from this disease that assaulted me all throughout the early half of SUNDAY with major noise and ELDER-ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!! I lost 24 units, bringing my game-profit in units, down on the fiscal month that runs from the 10th to the 10th, from +49 units down to +25 units, for lack of a better way to say it, a MONTHLY SYSTEMS CRASH. This is how I was STOPPED, AFTER AUGUST OF 1986, FROM EVER AGAIN BEING ABLE TO MAKE MONEY PLAYING ROULETTE IN ATLANTIC CROOKED CITY, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, THIS DIMENSION OF ATOMIC REALITY SIGNATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









But wonderful great peeps out here, grant me permission pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze, to now completely and absolutely blow your goddamn mother fucking minds at the speed of light squared; 'OKAY' LATENGRATE HAPPY JOHN NON-SUPERMAN KING of where else, naut Metropolis, but GOOD-OL' ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell you something now that is very destructive to the world of the casino operations. So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEE', SIR Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank, sir. There is another system that I use that is more like a plan B after a plan A fails, and most pro gamblers don't use this idea despite having literally endless types of systems and concepts at their disposal for operating their attacks on gaming casinos. I have talked about this before but never how to use it in tandem with playing on a very bad day and after a wipe out on SYSTEM-A. I have discussed playing other games with same-systems but an hour later or so, but never using varying systems on one particular bad and WOMO-M2F-negamagged day. Using it by itself is also good, but I have had much greater luck by using a combo A & B system, and using this as the B. The reason is that it has to set up in a certain way, and the wheel that a player who has been severely negamagged might go to, many more times than not, will not set up right, and unless it does, the player would have to go game to game until one does,if it even does that day, and taking the advice here of the great vocalist of yesterday, Mister Bob Seagar. Sorry if I am misspelling your name, as I am a rotten speller. I believe the song title is “Still the Same”, so we all know who and what is being talked about here, yo BRRRR! First off, this system takes advantage of something that the parallel event applied to outside betting Roulette does, and that is, the mathematical reality behind percentages and linear changes. If we play something that is 5 to 1, this can mean all sorts of actual linear numerations such as 3 RED and 15 BLACK, or it could mean 7 EVEN and 35 ODD. Those not advanced in mathematical procedures will think that I have made all sorts of errors here such as 7 is not an even number. But those skilled enough to know what is being talked about, know what the score is here. These don't refer to numbers but rather, times that certain events happened such as 7 times that EVEN numbers came out. Long story short, when one percent change against a play position ocurrs, the player breaks off the play, but looking at it more times than not, playing a 5:1 ratio means that a player would get many units of profit before the ratio would go down by one point to 4:1 signaling a stop. All of reality is built in with this wild gap of ratio delta verses linear delta. If we start at 3 and 15, when we get to 6 and 30, the 5:1 ratio has not decreased yet, and still a player has made 15 units (30-15) minus 3 units (6-3), or 15-3 units, a profit of 12 big ass units when we are using high value money-gaming chips such as black (100), purple (500), or orange (1,000), and so forth. That would be a $12,000.00 profit made, before the damn ratio even alters. Way more times than not, starting at 5:1 and playing until it drops to 4:1, makes a nice profit, even over and above the lesser times when this goes instantly in the other direction upon playing, and then whipsaws the player out with a small loss amount. Now in parallel event, we play at 5:1 and stop out at 4:1. But in the system I am discussing here, the ratio is simpler. It begins at 2:1 and stops out when we go half way down to the even point (one and a half to one). This is the system that I discussed where a player records all three outside betting parameters of the 36 non-green-VIG Roulette numbers, and then underneath the columns, every time a doubleton string comes out by a changing outcome such as EEO or HHL, the player writes in a '2'. When it strings however into three or more, the player writes a '3' in the column, and a the bottom of the page, a tiny numbered area shows two columns. This is for TWO-STRINGS and THREE-STRINGS, and anything larger than a doubleton or a TWO-STRING, is just classified as a 3-STRING. Four out of five games in the very long run play of any gambler recording game number outcomes, will begin to line up with a gain of either 2's or 3's. When the ratio reaches a 2:1 as for example 8 (3-strings) and 4 (2-strings), we begin to play every two-string to become a 3-string, or a reverse-doubleton, hence after a BB, we go R, or after a EE, we go O. Now in reverse, if it was 4 (3-strings) and 8 (2-strings), we begin playing the other way of betting for strings as opposed to doubletons, hence, after a RR, we bet R, and after HH, we bet H. Until the ratio goes down to less than 1 and ½ to 1, we continue betting with the pattern OF THE CURRENT GAME OUTCOMES. There is never a wheel where one type of betting is done, and the game sets itself up, except for maybe one out of four games where there is no strong ratio of 2:1 or better, signaling a START-BETTING. Now today, I lost 24 units on the system that I talked about recently on previous blogs, but I made back every single unit playing this System-B after the System-A crashed for the fuckign fiscal 10th month. That stupid ass fucking Mike Soft Lightbulb shit popped on when I typed in that fraction, for whatever reason. Computers are so lame and dumb, but then perhaps they really truly do have minds of their own that none of the damn fucking cunt programmers have the smallest whittle clue about. Who can ever know these damn ass fucking things, yo yo yo yo yo yo???????







Let me tell yopu all something here once and for all. I do not hold either Patty Holllister nor Jim Burr blameless in the destruction of my entire life. On the same goddamn fuckign miserable token folks, I cannot prove or even know for sure one damn thing, oh great Admiral Whalespock Shatnerkirk non-Perry! What I see and read in the newspapers, literally Admiral, is what you do, and I GET THAT; I FULLY DO FUCKING GET THAT, SIR! But certain powerful events and truths cannot just be dismissed, and what is in newspapers or what is kept hidden in secret Majestic-12 Black-Cove-Files will always remain completely unanswerable mysteries. Patty and Jim for about a couple years or so were practically neighbors and drinking pals in some local Gloucester City tavern. While jim pulled me as hard as he could towards Jesus Christ, Patricia Halloween Wiccan Hollister pulled me in the opposing direction, and also with great force, with all kinds of magical and esciting wild stuff like her NEO HO RENGAY CHANT, her wild way of getting the FASCITAR WISDOM to me from one mysterious day at my mom's and her office, and then there was the great day where Patty and her pal Santa helped my mom and I move from the great PIPES EXPERT DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS, into the 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of great DREAMING FLASHLIGHTS, moons, strobing, and all sorts of unmissable James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome stuff that would take a year to even start telling it all on a bunch of typed up and posted blogs. Forget my two front teeth here, just what is up with all of these weird holidays for crying out louder than fifty angry and starving male lions???????? Did somebody just say, Julia White? I know I will if you don't, lovely Evelyn, and third cousins Scott and Christopher Meyers of Suffolk County, NYUSAESMWG. Nobody on this planet COULD MAKE UP A STORY LIKE ALL OF THIS ON THIS 14+ YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT CALLED MORIANITY, NOT IF THEY WERE IN CONCERT WITH A HUNDRED DAMN ALBERT EINSTEIN'S, AND FIFTY JAMES PATTERSON'S, YO YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRRR! IPYT everybody, for crying out damn loud!!!








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Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!



JULY 1969

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1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

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AUGUST 1969

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SEPTEMBER 1969

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OCTOBER 1969

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1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

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NOVEMBER 1969

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DECEMBER 1969

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JANUARY 1970

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FEBRUARY 1970

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1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

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MARCH 1970

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I have not been able to follow Dave Roth's great 1988 advice about shooting enemy targets in a big darkened mother fucking room, or 'NOT TO', as he would say. But let me clue in the dam world about something here. If some little dirt bag prick was up on the fuckign interconnected networking system (internet), spewing out all sorts of shit that was UNTRUE about me; I would be trying to get to the bottom of it. I would be fuming and railing and doing anything possible to contact the bastard and so forth. So please don't tell me that I am just some fucking nut case, Mizz Listener Therese and any and all of your loyal asshole followers.























































END TRANSMISSION,



AND SMELLING REAL DAMN 'GOUUUUUUUD'!



BEGINNING TRANSMISSION





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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.





































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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!!!!!!!!!

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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








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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









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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.





































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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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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












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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









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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.





































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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!























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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).













END TRANSMISSION, and smelling real damn GOUUUUUUD!





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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'!!!

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AND ON OR OFF ANY BUS RIDES OR L&O SHOWS,

WE'RE SMELLING REALLY GOUUUUUUUUD.







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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








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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









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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.











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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.







































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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P









































































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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