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WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
AND
WITH OR WITHOUT ANY HADDON AVENUE MEAN COMMENTS IN 1970 BY FUTURE
BLOGAUDIAN FOLKS, OR KIDS WHO MOST DEFINITELY DO NAUT WANNA' HEAR ANY
OF THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING BULL-SHIT!!!
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EVENING
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2020
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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 ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW ON
THIS
SUPER BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE TIMES 2, ON 15 MAY OF 2020,
WITH A MAJOR 2-DAY DEATH STRIKE FROM MY ENEMY NABE IN UNIT #605,
'MISTER MEXICO',
AND
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING YESTERDAY, WHEN TRYING TO POST MY BLOG
AFTERWARD. WHOEVER IS GIVING
THESE ORDERS,
AS WELL AS WHOEVER IS CARRYING
THEM OUT,
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.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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MY BLOGS:
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
MAY 15, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 1:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1
WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
OKAY,
MIZZ SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE; I WILL NOW BLOCK YOUR
BULL-SHIT WITH ME' COLOR ENTERED LINES FOR SEVERAL PAGES AND KEEP
THEM THERE FOR AT LEAST TEN OR MORE MINUTES UNTIL I AM WELL FUCKING
PASSED THE DANGER POINT OF JRSS BOTBAR SYNCHRONICITY, YO YO YO!!!
So
here is the score for this major off the mother fucking out of the
blue and totally mother fucking sudden BOTBAR TIMES TWO DEATH ASSAULT
AND ELDER ABUSE ON A LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY BORN UNITED STATES CUNT
LAPPING CITIZEN, ME: OH FBI ANDACLU, AND WORLD COURT INM THE MOTHER
FUCKING HAGUE; HERE IT IS, YO:
I
warn you all right now; you won't believe a lot of shit today that I
will be telling about, and also, a lot of you are naut gonna' mother
fucking like it one wee whittle iota either, yo
BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let's get the dick licking shit
on with it now: First off, this is two
straight days of this pricky pile of shit scum next door to me in
UNIT #605, whom I refer to as “Mister Mexico”, blaring his
mother fucking SUBS at me, and both times, he comes
slamming in at somewhere between fifteen and twenty minutes past
three in the dick throbbing afternoon, and then IMMEDIATELY walks
over to his fucking sound system, and activates
it to a very high volume level, showing his total
disregard for proper 'etiquette', and
yes there is such a word, but I am a very lousy poor ass
fucking cunt speller; so yes; when it comes to living in publicly
shared living spaces. Everyone here that I have spoken to
about him says, and I quote, “Oh you mean
the Mexican man with the really bad attitude”. They are
telling it totally mother fucking true and honest, yo
BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes lovely
'Queen Katy', speaking of you being on the TV on the 'L&O'
show when this went down live today for the second day in a row now,
and after two or more weeks of nice well behaved proper manners, with
or without any of Sarah Krassle's lovely silver skates, or Hans
Brinker, or wild chain dreams of the MAYANS, oh great Mister
CIA-Henningsen, or the ever connected lovely Mizz
Patricia H.H. Hollister, but yes lovely
Katy and niece of Admiral Perry from
1997 in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; “This is
indeed truly, entirely, completely, and absolutely mother
fucking goddamn WEEDEEKAWUSS”, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo lovely Katy!!!!!!!!!!
Then this total prick turns off his noise-garbage somewhere between
half past four and a quarter shy of fucking five of the clock. This
has been his recent two day pattern now. I HAVE A BRAND NEW COMPLAINT
NOTE IN THE RESIDENT MANAGER'S MAIL SLOT, THAT SHE WILL GET ON
MONDAY, WHEN SHE COMES HERE TO THE P.H.A BUILDING TO DO THE
RE-CERTIFICATIONS ON SOME TENANTS THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PERFORMED
LAST FEBRUARY AND FOR 'WHATEVER' THE REASON, CONGRESSMAN ANDREWS SIR;
WERE NAUT!!!!!!!!! MY APPOINTMENT IS ON FRIDAY MORNING, AND
IF THIS IS NOT RESOLVED WITH MISTER MEXICO, I WILL BE READY TO GO
INTO TOTAL WAR MODE, AND DEMAND A TRANSFER TO ANOTHER PLACE FOR THE
OLDER PEEPS, AS
I AM A SICK OLD MAN WHO
DOES NAUT NEED THIS HELLISH WALL STREET ICPE-APE ASSAULT AND ELDER
ABUSE ON ME CONTINUALLY!!!!!!!!!!! I also called the
lawyers again, regarding me' case against what was done to me back in
1970 on Cornwall Avenue, and if they do not get back to me at the end
of next week's business; I am to call them on the 25th of
May, at a direct number in Manhattan, that I was given today on the
mother fucking telephone, yo!!!!!!!!!! So another great sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
Now
when this prick chewing jerk off next door assaulted me today with
his loud sub-woofers, I got dressed and went out. I drove first over
to the Indian River, this time parking in a spot where it was more
difficult for the M2F to attack me, and use their endless
harassment's on me. After I was there about five minutes, it began to
rain quite torrentially. After it let up a little bit, I drove over
to see if the local Chinese Restaurant on Route 1 was open yet, and
they were for take out which is all I ever do anyway. When I parked
and walked towards the door, as I was parked in the rear area as
there is parking there as well as right along the front entrance as
well, and I looked down and found an entire pile of quarters. It
totaled up to nine dollars and seventy-five cents,more than paying
for my take out meal which is about six and a half bucks. But
in-between the time I left the river and drove to the restaurant, I
also parked at the Advance Auto place as I was going to go in and buy
a small item that I needed if the rain had held back, but as soon as
I got there and parked, it began to really pour again so I sat there
to see if it would lessen. While waiting and there at most, four
minutes; this prick in a green van, similar to the one that stalked
my mom and I back on August 2nd at the Turnersville,
NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Grocery Store Parking Lot where that horrendous
man from India threatened to kill both me and my mom on that horrible
super botbar day, that again, AS ALL TOTALLY SARAH
RELATED AND CONNECTED
AS ALWAYS WHEN PILES OF SHIT HIT
FAST SWINGING FAN BLADES; on or off of the mighty fucking frightening
and illustrious Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; but
this driver sat there and never exited, and the rain had stopped, and
he sat there, and when I casually looked over, it was a man around
thirty five of Caucasian persuasion, middle build and height from my
best view and guess; and he looked mean, and he also looked at me and
I knew that he was part of that same MILITUFORCE shit that just as
with that last time when I went out to escape the death siege of my
bastard rotten nabe from hell, he was there to fuck with me and stalk
me, and illegally harass me; and this has been going fucking on since
the middle mother fucking nineteen-eighties, and perhaps even longer
for all I really truly know, yo!!!!!!!!!! And indeed, the stockmarket
went up another 60 points today, and it flew yesterday too after this
horrendous and monstrous fucking 2-DAY DEATH SIEGE started on me
AGAIN!!!!! Also, the market had gone way down recently, so this was
most definitely AGAIN, another brand new ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY
ASSAULT ON THE MOUNTAINPEN to get it going in the BULLISH DIRECTION
AGAIN, and stop dropping; and it WORKS
EVERY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN TIME, AND HAS DONE SO EVER
SINCE THIS ALL STARTED IN AUGUST OF 1986,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BR, AND YO YO YO YO YO YO YO FBI, ACLU, AND
WORLD COURT IN THE CUNT LAPPING HAGUE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Another
major thing that is totally pissing me mother fucking off to no cunt
lapping end great folks, is thissssssssssssssssssssss: You'll find
what I am about to reiterate and discuss here, all through the first
third or so of me' earlier NEW JERSEY BLOGS from 2006 through the end
of the first decade of this 21st century, and that is how
LIGHTNING DOES NAUT COME AROUND TO VISIT WITH ME WHEN I AM UNDER
REALLY HEAVY HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER GREAT DEATH ATTACKS, such
as this 2020 HELLISHNESS ON STEROIDS AND CUBED!!!!!! Dave Roth and I
had many many many discussions on this topic as well. He
used to call Lightning “Bearish” because he saw it as HER
bringing me the problems, and maybe in some way and to some fucking
cunt degree, there were some powerhouse truths in his ideas. But
still, it is the MILITUFORCE that
is somehow causing HER not to come
around me during these times, and I KNOW THAT
AS SURE AS I KNOW THAT I LIVE IN THE USA, and
that my life totally fucking SUCKS!!!!!!!!!! Diana (Lightning)
was definitely supposed to come around my town either yesterday
Thursday or today Friday, and NO MOTHER FUCKING DICE. Yessir it
really poured down fucking cunt rain all right but not even a dim
flicker of lightning was anywhere at all. This happened all
throughout me' vely worst times back in the 80's and the 90's, when
all of this was in its most powerful fucking goddamn hellish worst
against me. Dave was the one who actually noticed it first, and he
was the one who SAID IT TO ME ONE NIGHT IN THE JERSEY PINE BARRENS,
where we'd go many times to try and map out our strategies against
our MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE!!!!!! And now it is
time for a little bit of really powerful mother fucking OTAMMIC
REVENGE for bringing me these horrendous and horrific last two days
of beyond SUPER CUNT CHEWING BOTBAR, yo:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
us carefully examine something, and quit playing any kind of games
with it. I won't, and so please, don't any of you now. No
GASME-GODS-GAMES, no prevaricated rhyming, no daughter teases or
teasing's, as she has done that to me a lot more than I have ever
done it back to her, and we all know it if we study these fucking
cunt blogs really carefully, back when they first Sabrina Collins
began, in January of 2006; so let us move this onward now! Just for
the sake of the argument, stop telling yourself that the Mountainpen
is making all of this shit up for only the gods would know what
possible fucking reason here, and that it is all totally accurate and
true. If indeed, I cannot die, as these recent blogs have presented
some wild proofs to this seemingly incredible reality surrounding my
nightmare hell in its true and quintessentially descriptive verbiage
of all the properties that exist in HELL, such as one being that it
NEVER EVER EVER NEVER NEVER EVER ENDS, FOR CRYING MOTHER FUCKING OUT
LOUDER THAN ANY AND ALL POSSIBLE COMBINED LOUDSPEAKERS OF THE WORLD;
and then come to see that should indeed I not be an insane madman, in
contrary viewpoint to most peeps, and of course the Almighty Mizz
Greatness and Highness HERSELF, the WFMU INTERNET RADIO'S Mizz Beware
of the Blog “Listener Therese”, who writes back in to comment
pages at 1:28 in the morning on December 12 of the year 2006; At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to be both a time
traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about
the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android,
currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest
families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course.
Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the
disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections
from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
Posted
by Listener
Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
New Jersey,
Religion |
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but
yes, if they are wrong and I am totally rational and sane and this is
all true and not made up because I am some nutcase who loves to just
make up wacky shit for no reason at all and screw with the
reputations of otherwise good folksingers and FOLKS all over the
world; well then, if indeed I am part of a group where life and death
technology is all just par and parcel for everyday shit that they do
to me for kicks and just for the sake of nothing else; well, then
religion and all shit connected to it and with it all over the entire
EARTH-PLANET is all one huge gigantic BALLOON-HOAX and absolute crock
of shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now many people would kill to keep THAT
SECRET OFF THE NEWSTANDS, am I wrong, yo??????????
So
you now have just awakened into a life out of nowhere, where you
seemingly have nothing go right, day after day, year after year, no
matter what you do, or how hard you try; and it makes Murphy and his
law of everything going wrong, look tame in fucking comparison. Then
you suddenly come to meet some people who have the ability to do this
and cause you agony forever, and are enjoying it. If you prefer, you
can imagine an example here where
you suddenly remember people in your past,
and come to see as clearly as daylight on a fucking mountain top,
that the only thing that explains what is happening to your entire
life, is
them doing this to you.
Now you in this example, and for the sake of taking this little
journey with me here; fully
know this influence & domination ability is absolutely real,
and that some people seemingly have this horrible gift, and
are indeed using it!!!!!!!!
You now are convinced without the smallest shadow of a mother fucking
doubt, that
they can do these things to you and most likely have done things such
as this to you in the past, and that they and pals of theirs are even
still at it,
and yet you have no way of ever getting to them, or at them, as they
now are totally fucking able to remain in the protected shadows of
some quintessential closets! You literally know that indeed,
surrounding
your life are real living flesh and blood Star
Trek type of TELLOSIANS,
with this total
mind control power,
and that they are absolutely without a doubt responsible for messing
up your entire life, and are enjoying if you will, THE
SHOW of seeing you react like a caged tortured fucking pathetic
animal, with no way out except possibly an eventual suicide;
and
then you even come to the epitome of hellishness, when after numerous
unexplainable incidents, you realize that EVEN SUICIDE IS IMPOSSIBLE,
and you, for whatever reason, CANNOT
DIE AND REMAIN DEAD,
as other mortals seemingly are able to do, in this simulationogram,
or COSMOS!!! This will lead now to my final diatribe and soapbox
complaining nightmare, on unimaginable
tons of mega steroids.
I have DIED
NINE TIMES
BETWEEN 1976
AND 2007.
Here is a list of remembered situations that go beyond any way of
really ever discussing them seriously in a public forum, for fear of
being literally taken to the Wright Patterson AFB, and becoming
dissected! Of course, that won't end my nightmare hellishness either,
but I don't need the additional horrific shit that would be entailed.
I am not going to be specific right now, and merely am going to do a
very quick outline for the record, but I swear under citizenship of
the USA, and my Almighty
Goddess SSJKK (God Almighty),
and so if I am trying to deceive anyone here, or am intentionally
lying; I hope to go to hell for all eternity, and I hope to go to
prison for the rest of my miserable rotten stinking life as Mark
Wayne Mohr as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
INCIDENT
#1----YEAR----1976
At
my apartment in Clementon, NJ-USA
Plugged
a walkie-talkie antenna into a 220 volt air conditioner electrical
receptical. Saw blinding flash. Heard deafening snap sound. Met
Professor Gaukauk for the first time, and he told me I was dead, and
that I would not remain dead.
INCIDENT
#2----YEAR----1982
Driving
on Route 30 in Audubon, NJ-USA.
Truck
in opposing lane blocked my view and I thought no one was coming
after the truck, and I stupidly made a left turn near Station Avenue
one morning, going to the home of mom's gal pal, Mizz Audrey Heller.
A horrendous fatal collision happened and then suddenly, I felt
dizzy, and then found myself one minute later driving down the side
street to Mizz Heller's home; myself and the vehicle totally in tact,
yet I absolutely remember wrecking out and dying.
INCIDENT
#3----YEAR----1983
Driving
on Route 30 in Ancora, NJ-USA.
Was
newly on a prescribed medication by my Westmont Doctor, Frank
Addiego-MD, called 'Ativan' with the current era generic name of
'Lorazepam', an anti-anxiety medication high dosage of 4 Mg daily,
that made me get very sleepy when driving many times. While heading
west on the road late at night with no one around, I crashed into a
large structure beyond the road's shoulder that is a concrete
simulation of a wine bottle advertising a local winery. Right after I
was smashed to bits, I was again driving and just as it was about to
happen in a weird echo type of repeating reality; a voice yelled out
my name, some religious folks told me it is a guardian angel. I heard
a super loud shout as plain as day, “MARK”, giving me half a
second to wake up, and steer back onto the road, where I nearly
wrecked out, but miraculously managed to recover control of me'
vehicle.
INCIDENT
#4----YEAR----1984
Driving
on Route 130 in West Collingswood, NJ-USA.
While
driving back from Atlantic City, and living in Cinnaminson, NJ-USA; I
again fell asleep while driving me' vehicle, due to the high dosage
of ATIVAN I was taking daily for a mysterious and unexplainable
medical condition, that is still with me to this very day, up here in
the 2020 Year of our Lord (AD-Ano Dominae). At that time, this
highway had a non concrete barrier between directional lanes in that
area, and it was all just a wide area of grass. Suddenly I fell
asleep and found myself at a high rate of speed, roaring across the
grass median right into oncoming traffic. I crashed and died. Then I
suddenly found myself instantly repeating the crash, and then again
was sent back several seconds while on the grass median, and I
instantly turned the steering wheel, and I managed to regain control,
and got back on the normal lane that I needed to be on and
fortunately no other vehicles were nearby going in the direction that
I was heading home on, northwesterly.
INCIDENT
#5----YEAR----1985
Living
at Highview in Williamstown, and while driving on a side road going
to work at Bechtel Power, as a Security Guard; I was approaching the
main intersection at a traffic light, Route 45. I had my car stereo
up loud, and did not hear the police car zooming down Route 45
heading westerly. We collided, and I remember seeing this officer's
EYEBALLS, and for whatever reason, that stayed with me in a huge
way. His eyeballs literally went right through my face, and both of
our vehicles were mangled and wiped out, and we of course were cut to
pieces and were dead. Then, suddenly I saw his eyeballs again in
front of mine, closer than any two people ever could be in a real
waking situation. Then I was dizzy for a few seconds, and then I
found myself on the other end of the intersection. I made it through
and neither he nor I were any worse for wear. The entire incident is
somehow being uncreated in my opinion, with some beyond unfathomable
ultra-high-tech.
INCIDENT
#6----YEAR----1995
Dave
Roth and I went to a WAWA Convenience Store late one night while I
resided at Highview in Williamstown, NJ-USA and the weather was hot
and oppressive, without a cloud in the moonlit sky. Suddenly while I
was in the store, I was looking at something that I was not sure
whether to buy it or not, and Dave had only been in the store with me
for maybe two minutes, and now was waiting for me in his car. A man
and a woman came in, and only myself and the store clerk, and them,
were now in this WAWA. I heard one of them use the word 'GUN' and I
knew they were going to rob the place. I started to walk out of the
store after replacing a bag of chips and a soda back onto any old
shelf as I wanted out of there. I have a very faint recollection of
feeling a terrible burning inside of my body, and then I was getting
into Dave's car in the front passenger seat, and it was drizzling
outside. It also was now cool, and in the short five minutes or less
that I was in the WAWA Store, the temperature went from about 85 to
60 degrees. Dave told me that I was in there for fifteen minutes
however, only I simply was not, nor have any memory of it. When I
asked him if he got a bad vibe when that African-American (AA) couple
walked in, he said to me, “What AA couple?, you were the only one
in the whole damn store”! Then after we had driven a few miles to
some place that he wanted to go to, I absolutely remember the man
saying, “Give me all the money mother fucker” to the store clerk.
I knew that he had shot both him and me at that point, and that I had
died.
INCIDENT
#7----ALSO THE YEAR----1995
I
was living at Highview in Williamstown, and drove one early afternoon
down to Atlantic City, on the Black Horse Pike. I parked, and I
walked two blocks or so to the ocean, and a storm was on its way, and
the beaches were open, but no one was allowed to even put their feet
into the ocean, due to some incredible rip tide according to the
local area lifeguard. I sat down in a gully to cool off, and a
gorgeous young girl began talking to me, and I was just beginning to
have thoughts about Sarah from Atlantic City and had not yet written
the songs about her. This magical girl just suddenly was there with
me in this gully, and she then apparently must have hypnotized me, as
I then found myself there, but on a day where it was sunny and
bright, and the water was a little bit rough, but no storms were
causing dangerous rip tides, and so lifeguards were allowing swimmers
to be in the drink. So I forgot about where I thought that I was, and
began to walk over to the ocean, and went in and started to body-surf
with a whole lot of young kids on floats and buggy boards. All of a
sudden, I just found myself way out in the drink, and no matter how
hard I swam, the rip tide was somehow back, and I could not get in.
The lifeguards were laughing at me, and some came out and did not
even think that I was in trouble. Finally, I went under the water and
died, and then suddenly, I am near the beach by about fifteen feet or
so, and a lifeguard had me by the hand, pulling me in; and when I
got in, I realized that I was never there earlier a few hours back,
and that what I thought happened was really what occurred about a
week or more ago, and was two days after I was shot and killed at
that WAWA store that night, with me' pal David Charles Roth. I walked
to where the car was originally parked in the first part of this wild
two-part experience, and sure enough, it was gone; so I walked to
where I had a new memory of it, and it was there. But when I got
there, the window was open, and a lot of shit that I had on my front
seat had been rifled through. Talk about the Ancient
Astronaut
Theorists;
as all this shit would literally bring those dudes to a total
conniption fucking fit. All of reality had been changed around me,
but somehow this time, this strange young girl was a part of it; and
I never have talked much about her on these blogs. In any event, I
totally remember drowning, and then I remember reality around me
altering with my car, and even my clothes were slightly altered, as I
know I was wearing a red jersey the first time, and after the
drowning, I appeared to be wearing a brown one.
INCIDENT
#8----YEAR----2005
At
my jobsite at Cifaloglio, NJ-USA, on the day after Christmas
12-26-2005
I
died of a fatal heart attack. I'd been feeling poorly for a week or
more, and I had not been able to sleep much, and was under lots of
stress and pressure from many personal woes and problems. I drifted
off into a light sleep for a few minutes right shy of 5 AM, and at
5:02 or so, a noisy air filtering machine always goes on without fail
at that place. On that particular day, it shocked me awake, and I
remember getting a terrible agonizing heart attack, and I totally
died and I absolutely was dead; and I found myself suddenly standing
outside of my car, and looking in at my body all slumped over the
steering wheel. I realized that a white sports car had driven into
the Transfer Station behind me and I didn't realize that I was not in
the human realm, and I walked over to it and
had that wild experience with whatever or whoever
PINK
GODDESS TRULY IS,
as I now refer to her, and have ever since approximately the year of
2013 AD now. This is when I first had that experience in the Transfer
Station, and was sent to the other side of it, and ended up in the
future May of 2006; and later ended up at the McDonald's of Atlantic
City, near the Bader Airfield and Ballpark, on the Black Horse Pike.
I also was told by then deceased Frank Callio who I had yet to learn
had indeed died, to “go to NYC and see some A&R lady, about me'
song, 'Atlantic Queen'”. Then I willed myself to the Capitol City
of Purgatory's Capitol Province, SDK, and was later on, sent back to
my body, and my body had been completely healed and repaired.
INCIDENT
#9----YEAR----2007
At
my trailer at Jenny's Park (Mullica Mobile Manor), NJ-USA
I
was talking to LIGHTNING
on my telephone during a huge thunderstorm, and I told her something
that does indeed get HER extremely excited when SHE hears HER Ricky,
or really (me asleep in my Mark Mohr human persona dream in 5th
dimensional hyperspace), and that is whenever I call HER by HER
pet-name, “BABY-BLOND”, and she came right in as I had my trailer
door open, and she struck the porch, and fried it to where half of it
had to be later removed; and then she came in and went through my
entire telephone, and connected apparatus. I know this because my
telephone, as well as my Caller-ID Box, and my speed dialer device,
all separate mechanical systems in those times; were ALL TOTALLY
FRIED OUT AND BUSTED. I remember a short interaction where I was in
Ricktown Manor in Ricktown in Olympia Province, in our favorite
bedroom where Diana (LIGHTNING) has a beyond gigantic closet, where
SHE keeps tens of thousands of HER favorite bows and arrows, as SHE
is a wonderful and talented archer on the Astral-Plane. We were
standing right in the front of the closet where SHE was telling me
that several entities were using astral-projection to visit us here,
and how she does not mind that, unless they venture into HER closets,
where SHE keeps all of HER favorite bows and arrows. Suddenly, I was
holding my telephone and was back on the Physical-Plane again,
completely unharmed; but the remnants of what had happened were
there. The burned out porch, and the broken and fried phone
equipment.
Hey
people, I don't make these things up, why the fuckign hell would I do
this in a million quadrillion nonillion years for heaven's sake? Give
that some serious thought before you just scream out, “Oh yeah, you
fucking dirt bag little phony, you”!
“THE
END”, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BRDG.
Jesus
fucking Christ Almighty for crying out goddamn asshole loud, yo!!!!!
Is this WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD
MOTHER FUCKING BLIND???
''MEOW-MEOW,
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-761''.
Ain't life wonderful James Stuart, old Building and Loan Elevator
Room Hyperspace PAL?????? HEE
HAW, LOVELY DONNA REED, YO!
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I
HAD THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING COCK KNOCKING DAY IN MY LIFE YESTERDAY,
THURSDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YEEGADS!!!!!!! FIRST I WAS TOTALLY ASSAULTED
WITH MY NABE NEXT TO ME, MISTER MEXICO IN #605 AND HAS ANYONE EVER
CUNT LAPPING NOTICED HOW IT IS ALWAYS THAT APARTMENT NOW THAT IS
TOTALLY KILLING ME? EXAMINING THE NUMBER WITHOUT THE ZERO DIGIT SINCE
REALLY DIGITS ARE ONLY ONE THROUGH NINE, WE ARE LEFT WITH 65 AS IN 65
MIDDLE ROAD IN BLUEBERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, AND MANY OTHER UNMISSABLE
MOTHER FUCKING THINGS SUCH AS SO MANY PEEPS WITH FIVE AND SIX LETTERS
IN CHRISTIAN AND SURNAMES IN EITHER DIRECTION, AND THERE ARE MANY,
THAT ALL HAVE A MAJOR PART IN MY HELLISH FUCKING LIFE!!!!!!!! THEN
AFTER THE NABE FROM HELLISHNESS-HELL-DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA; I WAS THEN
IMMEDIATELY SET UPON WITH MAJOR FUCKING CUNT BLACK HAT
CUM-PUKE-HER-HACKERS WHEN I TRIED T POST UP THE BLOG CHAPTER #92,
WITH ALL WITHOUT ANY AND ALL MORNING LIGHTED YEARS OF DISCO DANCERS
FROM 1980, AND OTHER CIFALOGLIO
GREAT VOCAL MYSTERIES,
ALSO TAKING PLACE WITH MEXICANS, OR AS WONDERFUL DONNIE-BOY TRUMP
WOULD ADD IN HERE I AM QUITE SURE SHOULD HE BE HERE;
“MEXICAN-ILLEGALS”, OR TO BE EVEN MORE TRUMP-ACCURATE WHICH IS A
TOTAL LAUGH OF COURSE, BUT WE'LL SAY IT ANYWAY, YO; “MEXICAN
ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALS”, YO!!! WHEN I TRIED TO HIT THE
PUBLISH-POST TO PUT MY BLOG UP ON THE GOOGLE-BLOGGER WEBSITE, THE
ENTIRE COMPUTER WAS HACKED AND I LOST ALL CONTROL OF THE INTERNET,
AND IT HAD NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH MY COMCAST SERVICE AS THE
SYSTEMS WERE ALL ONAND OPERATING PROPERLY. IT WAS SOME ILLEGAL MOTHER
FUCKING COMPUTER HACKER FROM THE ONE AND ONLY DIRT BAG FART HUFFING
MILITUFORCE, YO BRO!!!!!!!
I
suppose you all have also noticed what happened back yesterday,
Thursday the fourteenth of mother fucking MAY, without any Andy
Griffith's or Mayberry's either. Yeppir
world, the HACKERS
also HACKED OUT MY photo
of the seashore town traffic camera. It now shows a
blanked out 'X', like the Jupiter Lighthouse, the stock market Dow
Jones charts, the lovely Great White Katharine Shark, lovely
Lightning photos, lovely lunar photos; and many other great photos
that once made me' blogs a lot nicer to view. Oh
no, we can't allow the Goddamn pitiful Mountainpen to ever have
anything whatsoever nice in his miserable rotten HUNTINGTON CURSED
LIFE OF ENDLESS FUCKING MISERY AND OPPRESSION, now can we, yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????
So
why did this death assault strike me today? GEE, do we really have to
play GUESSING
GAMES HERE, LOVELY
PINK GODDESS SSJKK??????????? The Dow Jones Stock Market had
been going down for several days, and now it was time to get it
FLYING UP AGAIN, and so it did, after all of this MAJOR DEATH
PERSECUTION ON POOR OLD PITIFUL PICKED ON MOUNTAINPEN!!!! They
managed to gain nearly three and a half hundred points yesterday out
of making me go through MAJOR FUCKING DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey yo Sheriff and world, so WEIN, SOSO
and SSDD (same shit on either a different DAY or a different fucking
DECADE, as it never ever stops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I have talked about other wild and weird mother fucking parallel
events besides the outside three betting
parameters on a Roulette Game, or the stock
market, or the Philadelphia Phillies
or Flyers Sports Teams. I speak now and
without holding my spousal peace, but rather of something closely
related in topic, and that being, “PUSSY-COMMAND
and MY DEATH SIEGES”, normally only aerial death sieges
that last for days and days, but NAUT ALWAYS, MIZZ
AT&T LOVELY 1983 BLAKE, MAH'M!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was at
the Dollar Store, purchasing a few grocery staples yesterday, and
well before the assault to come, in roughly an hour or so when I
drove back home to my nightmare non Patty-Hollister
PHB Building; I had an incredibly ravishing
gorgeous young AA female really staring at me, and flirting with me,
in a check out line just next to me to me' left, while facing the
windows and the cash register. WOW-WOW-WOW and LIKE FUCKING DICK
LICKING ULTRA W-O-W folksingers, and fuck the folksingers and
Microsoft Corporation. I know that some of this fucking shit going on
around me is indeed coming from a supernatural invisible realm to our
physical senses as human beings of the Physical and caporial Plane of
human life. I KNOW THIS, and I will fight anyone out here for ten
thousand mother fucking years, because I KNOW THIS, and how do I?
Well, quite simple actually. I am forced to live this life. Living as
Mark Wayne Mohr eventually will do one of two things to anyone
anywhere having to go through it. One is lose their mind or take
their life, and two is become totally aware of some major powerful,
and quite fucking cunt inconceivable truths of utter sheer
horror!!!!! Well peeps, leave it to a day this mother fucking cunt
huffing terrible and monstrous. Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants
Slutfacemiserymonger just NAILED ME, even after using me' new
compensation methodology. I was positive that I was well past the
needed pages to avoid seeing this fuckign witch-bitch, only I was
wrong and had major mother fucking cunt miscalculated, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!! I will now need to mother fucking cunt compensate
(CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE) with a whole goddamn lot of groupations of
FIVE-NUMBERS, YO YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
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Well
peeps, when I did that blog, and maybe this was one of the reasons
that the mother fucking goddamn cunt sniffing M2F hacked me, and
fucked with me, while I was attempting to post it up early yesterday
evening; I as you know, took at TOTAL RANDOM, one of me' old blogs
from a previous year, 2013, the book of GO WASH YOUR HANDS; and I
randomly scrolled through a section of it to CAP it into the blog
CHAPTER 92. Anyone who keeps doubting me' fucking Morianity after all
of these total proofs, is simply a goddamn fucking asshole fool, and
yet, I'd gladly and surely die any time and anywhere on any fucking
battlefield the world over, for your right to call me an idiot and
scoff at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEATH
ANGEL ATTACKS are off the scale and beyond the fucking
pale. I have never ever suffered this bad with Mortimer Mortino
passing by both me' left and me' right sides, over and over and over,
all day and night long, 'day after day after day', Mister Dennis
Electrichair Weaver Twilight Zone Serling!!!!! The year of 2020 is
worse than all the other thirty years or so before that with this
death mother fucking angel-android, whatever, Sir Bob Andrews-1975,
yo yo yo yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
12:40
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
15
MAY,
2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA,
USA,
ESMWG
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MORIANITY-FOUNDATION
PROJECT OF 1995,
BEGUN ON THE WIDE
WORLD WEB IN 2006:
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 6
4:19
post meridian on Wednesday afternoon,
6
November, twenty-thirteen
Ladies
and gentlemen, lots of messy ugly chemtrails and noisy aerial stuff
was around Fort Pierce, Florida, today. Why some days and not other
days, this is the question that all the agents and all the folks that
love to leave posters of these things such as my buddy Prince and
myself and so many others, hundreds of thousands if not millions by
now, world wide. Why some days, not other days, and no possible
pattern or schedule or connections to types of weather; or any of the
Situation-Room White House Cover-Story Offices, that they can ever
dream up in their wildest master plan; will or could; ever adequately
be able to explain this new event since the middle eighties; nor can
all of their rude and occasional berating and spankings for all of
us, can ever even hope to do any real thing; to dispel the great
mysterious, of all of these assaults, on all of us, from the skies,
for going on thirty years now; at least THAT I HAVE BEEN AWARE OF,
AND VICTIM OF.
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