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MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR

8:21 POST MERIDIAN

SATURDAY EVENING

16 MAY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 96

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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Well Mizz Hollister and your friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger “look-alike” aniwho, who helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975; it most definitely appears that I AM NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO ESCAPE THIS MOTHER FUCKING MONSTER MISTER MEXICO NEXT DOOR TO ME IN MOTHER FUCKING UNIT #605 FROM BLARING HIS 'HORRIBLE' ROTTEN NON-BORGIA MUSIC AT ME EVERY SINGLE DAY, AS NOW IT IS THREE STRAIGHT DAYS OF IT, ONLY THIS TIME IT FOLLOWS SOME BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY WEIRD ASS PATTERN WITH THE TIMING OF HIS ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME. He turns it on at shortly after three in the afternoon now without fail EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, and then it ends somewhere between half past four and a quarter shy of five, FOR THE PAST THREE STRAIGHT DAYS! This is totally mother fucking cunt eating 'WEEDEEKAWUSS', lovely Katy, great lovely Queen of 1997 and Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG.

It also appears quite apparent here that no amount of secret telling on a blog with only several dozen consistent readers is going to worry the MILITUFORCE into holding back their endless unrelenting mother fucking dick licking death persecution that they have newly given me, as of this 2020 NEW YEAR HELLISHNESS DAY. But I do not plan to stop coming up here when they keep ruining each and every one of my mother fucking days, and telling telling telling rat tat tattle tailing on everybody who just might in some way or another be partially at least behind what is happening to me in all of this nightmare fucking dogshit since August 15 of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here goes:

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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SATURDAY, MAY 16, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 2:7

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Yes, in reiteration from yesterday, Friday yo, the last three goddamn days now have been totally mother fucking putrid and awful, or as lovely Mizz Borgia would say on the great “L&O” TV-SHOW, quite fucking “HORRIBLE”. Only gorgeous Mizz Borgia doesn't use lots of fowl language!!!!!!!!!! BUT I DO when my entire life has been completely totally mother fuckign wiped out by this UNHOLY BASTARD TRASH ASS MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Screw you Mizz Crapinherpants Janewitch Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit, I don't plan on letting you mother fucking screw me again today with your lousy stinking rotten ONES-ASSAULT as you did from that mother fucking worthless Baseball Park that spring night in 1993 in Atlanta, Georgia, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have drawn my ten pages of ENTER-COLOR-LINES now, so as to avoidthis horrible problem, lovely Mizz Borgia. So to quote Sir Chester-Frank here from the summer of 2000 at some bar near the Delaware River, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!

'SOOOOOOOOOOOOO', Sir Arthur Crane of Thompson Consumer Electronics of Deptford, NJUSAESMWG in 1991; I am all beat to fucking hell and I feel really lousy and horrendous after another week of TOTAL DEATH HARASSMENT AND ELDER ABUSE, OH LAW ENFORCING FBI, LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe they just don't wish to believe that their country could possibly be engaged in doing stunts so horrible as what is being done to me, oh lovely Mizz Borgia. I know that Mister Officer Comey sure refused to believe me, if indeed he is the same person; and I truly believe that he is, who told me that middle-late spring day, in my Williamstown apartment called the HIGHVIEW, that my uncle and aunt down in fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG, had both just died of heart attacks, in the city hospital there. Yessir, this entire mother fucking world CAN BURN IN DOGTOWN PERPETUALLY FOR ALL I GIVE A BLASTED CUNT LAPPING TRIPLE SHIT, YO! I will tell some more HUUUUUUUUUUUGE things here on this blog, Senator Sanders Sir, but WOW am I not believing the coincidence here of the 2020 wildfire spreading CORONAVIRUS and the 2020 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS with the Democratic Party totally fucked up from having their usual shot at being aired on the news as any opposing the incumbent parties always routinely are on every single leap year in the recorded history of this nation. Senator Sir, I am not buying into any of this shit for one wee whittle teeny tiny iota bit and bite-throat of the Microbursts and the Microsoft Corporation, BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Tony Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said in 1973, to tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home; Misses Marola, and Misses Marcucci????????????????????????

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 MAY 16, 2020 SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY C AUSED BY ME ENEMY NEIGHBOR NEXT TO ME IN UNIT #605, 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

'YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,

MY VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

and VIVA MORIANITY!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

And then came Cooley 'HallOWEENTOWN' HALL, oh mighty goddamn Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker, sir. If lovely misses Marola hadn't absolutely insisted that year of 1969, that I be in that stupid ass school play, then I would have arrived on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at a completely different time, and most likely would NEVER HAVE HEARD LOVELY SARAH NEECY KRASSLE say to those friends of her people, who came zooming down the street in their car and parked outside of her shop there, “Your friends are in the shop”. Why is this so damn important, you wonder? Just know for right now peeps, that it is very damn important; just as when she said that other thing on that same street, to either Paula King, or one of her gal-pals there, “I'm darker than you are”. As for misses Marcucci, I only had her as my 'educator' for a few days that week in very early January of 1970, when her hubby was feeling a bit under the weather, or maybe it was just under the tunnels of great Liverpool, England; huh there Lizzy-queen? So just who is the MILITUFORCE, and just why do they hate me so much, and just what about me are they so goddamn mother fucking afraid of, that they had to dedicate THIS MUCH ENERGY AND TIME in attempting and succeeding may I add, in wiping out my entire fucking life for CRISSAKE? So let's weelwee fucking cunt examine this one thing that just never gets harped on too much, since I am normally way too busy complaining about all sorts of very specific items actually being done to me on a daily basis, by this extremely diseased scumbag MILITUFORCE for crying out fucking Fontana louder than dogshit squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Providing I am not just fuckign nuts, and I know that I am not but you don't of course, so I'll just have to do a 'L&O Jack McCoy' here and 'Live with that', but folks; if indeed I'm as sane as the judge as the old saying goes, then somebody SURE IS SPENDING A WHOLE LOT OF FUCKING CUNT TIME, EFFORT, AND ENERGY IN WIPING OUT THE LIFE OF ONE POOR PITIFUL SO-CALLED TOTALLT INSIGNIFICANT SPECIAL-ED KID FROM THE SIXTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO, and did any of you out there EVER mother fucking cogitate on THAT ONE??????????

First allow me to assure me' readers that when it may appear from time to time that Mountainpen has run out of things to say or NEW STUFF to put it more accurately; that would be one gargantuan error to ever assume. When I appear to slow down in-between new wild topics and mind-blows yo, it is because I am trying to slowly figure out JUST HOW TO OPEN UP SOMETHING SO DAMN HUGE, THAT IT WOULD REQUIRE THE ENTIRE 'ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANICA', TO INCORPORATE JUST A SMALL PART OF ITS WHOLE MAJOR FUCKING TRUTHS. I right now, just from watching news items on the great Cable Network CNN News, since the end of February, with this fucking cunt Global Pandemic nightmare; want to open up some beyond unfathomable bizarre shit that would take thousands of blogged pages to just lay the first onion thin layers down about it all, and so, I still haven't even begun the task, BUT I WILL, AND DAMN MOTHER FUCKING SOON, YO YO YO YO YO!!! Because of what I have personally suffered through with family problems, one thing I just have to say and not to in any way be disresectful about it to anyone, but WOW would I love to have been a fly on the wall at certain times, in the great Quomo household. The dynamics to it must be off the wall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine the great fucking Microsoft Spellchecker naut having the word QUOMO? Oh well, it sure has the word “WOMO” because I've discussed it for fifteen years now, standing for World Owner Milituforce Otammites. MILITUFORCE stands for MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, and OTAMM stands for Organized trash Against Mark Mohr. Still, now I have seen for myself that incredible family dynamics is naut just in the movies. WOW!

No sir people, just from hearing the past 80-90 days of CNN current event news items discussed by intelligent beings, I have concluded about 63,947,105,492,355 new items to talk about, so who out here has the time to really listen? There is no trick to how everything endlessly spins off into newer and newer shit and then on top of that it remixes with already existing old shit. If this was not the case, music would have about 100 possible good tunes, and we all know that millions of songs exist, well, they may naut always be good, but that is in the ear of the beholder of course. But hopefully I've made me' whittle fucking pernt here, Sir Archibald!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now those who simply never seemingly are really truly able to take new things, and see how they can be incorporated into the older things; will never ever be able to fully, or for that matter, in any small way either I would suppose, be able to appreciate the incredible power or wisdom's that are laying hidden behind MORIANITY, and the inconceivable BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN. When I discussed the MILLIONTH COUNCIL back when the blogs were brand new in 2006 while residing up there in Blueberryville-Hammonton, a commenter made the observation that in their opinion, I was “making it up as I go along”. Hey peeps, LIFE IS NOTHING B-U-T MAKING IT ALL UP AS WE TRUDGE EVER ONWARD. If we stop, WE DIE, to quote me' weelwee cool and wise pop from 1976!!!!!!!

As for me' horrendous dirt bag nabe from hell, we all know what the score is here, even the doubters and enemies alike know what is being done to me, as the very same pattern is always perfectly followed and never strayed far from this quite obvious established pattern of endless persecution and harassment. Way back in the eighties when this all began getting really mother fucking bad, I sent a powerhouse musical project to the Copyright Office, with lots of music and lyrics, that contained great lengths of me describing for the record what this MILITUFORCE was putting me through. I had figured out that there were only two relatively safe time capsules so my shit would not be destroyed and to quote those great sixties 'DARK SHADOWS' show writers of 1969, “that would survive time”, oh lovely little Amy whose character was played by Denise Nickerson and Dock Julia Hoffman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One safe way was to roll up papers written with dark pen ink that tell things and burying them 40 inches underground all over three different states, and the other was to send © Copyrighted works to the mighty HAND-WASHING WASHINGTON, 13-600 District of DC Columbia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I did both of these things, yo. You can see evidence to the music projects, and as for the buried bottle time capsules, I know that eventually, they will surface, maybe not for centuries, as who can ever really know such mother fucking powerhouse stuff for sure, yo BRO!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane sir, just what is this all about on Tennessee Avenue, with that lovely magical teenager SARAH, in the year of 1969?

“Your friends are in the shop”.

“I'm darker than you are”.

Yes, those two great sentences, and then in the coming future inverse year of 1996, where the last two digits of those twentieth century years are reversed; most definitely appear to have a magical quality to them for many powerful and awesome reasons that will all be explored in future Morianity, because the third sentence spoken from HER, PINK GODDESS, within my earshot; was spoken to me in another location, despite it being on Tennessee Avenue. This third time, in the inverse year of 1996; SHE said to me, “Let's play a game called Guess The Name Of The Guests”. Rapped up in all three of these things, is all the truth in cosmos. Why do I say that? Well, I will tell you the truth people. Because, ---------------------------------------------. I simply don't fucking know why, but I absolutely do know that it is the TRUTH.

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

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Yessir, the established patterns of persecution that have been done to me for an entire mother fucking lifetime, is beyond unfathomable. But it is the truth and it is reality, nonetheless. Also what is true and real and beyond any real meaningful opposing arguments is that there indeed, as so many law enforcement connected peeps have told me, is no reason at all in the world for what is happening to me, and also, if I had peeps this 'Scott Ransom disgruntled' with me as was told to me by that great realtor dude in those days and times of the Epitome of Harassment musical project copyrights; then WHY HAVEN'T THEY JUST KILLED ME??????????? Well, this blog has recently gone out of its way to offer up a possible reason for the why didn't they just kill me part, as it seems that I am even ahead of Morris the Cat as far as infinite lives that seemingly cannot be lost, or in other words, how do I know that THE MILITUFORCE HASN'T FUCKING TRIED TO KILL ME MANY MANY TIMES. How can I ever know for sure whether I am switching from one part of 5^th dimensional hyperspace to another, such as back on August 2, 1996 at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center Parking Lot with that horrible man from India in his lime green colored van, how do I know which reality that my spirit or energy essence is attaching itself to, at any given point in 4-D/5-D reality of higher-truth?
Maybe he killed both my mom and me on that day, SOMEWHERE, as quantum dynamic equations of the great scientific community would proclaim that somewhere in the 5^th dimension,he did, and maybe I always reattach to locales where I escape my death as let's face it, having a talent or a 'GIFT' like that, although others would indeed envy it and call it a great gift, we all know in pure truth the label of such a nightmare, and that is DOGTOWN, or you would call it, HELL!!!!!!!!

“THE END”, ALL GREAT AND CUTE SAVANTS.

SO DOES SOMETHING SMELL GOUUUUUUD?

OR ARE WE ON BUSSES TO DOGTOWN??????

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This blog will be ending very very very soon, beautiful Ingrid. But before it does and speaking of Ingrid, I WILL show some stuff to all of you that will forever change you, about the power of seeing reality in all five dimensions, and the magical triangle of dreams, hyperspace, and exploratrons, coming into general knowledge and awareness of humanity and altering its dark age views of everything, forever, so if you don't want in on the this major happening, ahead of the rest of the planet, I strongly urge you as this final freaking part of Morianity is winding down, to begin growing an affinity for that top of the blog page, ''NEXT-BLOG'' button, as many already have. As you can see from the view counts, in the middle of this year, this blog topped out at just over a hundred and a quarter VPD, and if that pace had been maintained, this would annually average out to the range of 45-50 thousand, only it did not keep pace and has lost 40-70 percent of its best viewership days. This is why I must conclude a powerful truth for myself. This world is a long long time away, from being ready to accept the ultimate truths that Morianity preaches about. It is not all just my bitching and moaning, folks. Still; this is why this project is winding down, and I will go on recording from my own computer, and take the internet entirely out, and save myself some money, something I do not mind doing in the least, and distant cuzz Donnie can relate a hundred percent. Here's a dude that would shinny up as telephone pole if he knew a shiny quarter was sitting up on top. That is shy he is worth ten Gig. The rich are not rich for no reason, they take it all away from everybody else and then call us suckers or jealous. What's to be jealous of YO, I'd rather be a broke honest man and even a sucker along with that to boot, my friend, than a pig with some gig. To me cuzz, you could tell me you are replacing the letter 'G' with the letter 'P', and all I'd say is, oh yes, for 'pig', and then we can work on a song that really takes the old original GITYA into a newer higher dimension. But you have to admit something cuzz. Your really do, YO. What Sarah said to me on Tennessee Avenue back in the summer of 1969, or not to me really but to others within my earshot, and she made good and sure it WAS within my earshot and that much I remember very distinctly; those two things I'll remember endlessly, 'Your Friends Are In The Shop', and 'I'm Darker Than You Are'. Now for the original song in 1983, written by me I suppose somewhat unconsciously via Space-Time-Mind or STM, called, 'Girl, I'll Tell You Anything'. Now here is what is so mind blowing, Count Vonrussell Marcucci Thaxton, old friend, YO. The song title initials are GITYA, as in when force-pronounced, is GET YOU, and then the two sentences spoken at two different times in 1969, have initials of YFAITS-IDTYA, as in when also force-pronounced, WHY FAITS, I DID YOU. Only 100 fiction writers on the top of their dam game folks, could all collude together to create anything remotely similar to the powerful things of MORIANITY, and one great soul knew this in 2007, and whoever that wonderful entity is, I am as pleased with you as Master Jesus was with his great pal Peter, that day when he suddenly was revealed a great truth about 1981 years ago, while walking down a dusty road, in a place a long distance from Fort Pierce, some may refer to this as the Holy Land. The Holy Land is everywhere. Holiness is also. It is you and I that are either too dumb to connect ourselves up to it, or in some rare cases, some of us make that giant leap forward, one small step at a time, and it doesn't take a strong arm, or a lot of kneel time in a church pew, or even an Apollo-11 lunar mission either, if you want to make Mike McNulty's day here. Good Lord and a quarter, Lenny; why would I want to do that? Ignorant Microsoft Spellchecker, does not know about kneeling in a church, oh I am wrong, my bad lovely Lizzy; I forgot the letter 'k', but did I forget to add the talent to the song? Well, doing that has caused me grief beyond anyone of your wildest imaginations. This is to be totally honest, what started my hellishness of the 28 August day this year. This is when I began taking the tape apart and redoing it with more of my kids real talent. Techno-pop and women, right guys out here. You can't live with them, you sure cannot live without them. 100 years from today, we would all be gone forever. Hay 'ADA' Ron Wirtz, might not be such a bad 'deal' after-all, huh, old friend from 1990?????????????????????

Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ''look-alike'' aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????

This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother fucking spine, down in fucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PHA!!!!!

Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new fucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something' and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty fucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ''mom, I never fucking told you that'', yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all shit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total fucking rage; she said, ''Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don't you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day''. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ''what did you tape on the phone''? I came back with something along the lines of, ''I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ''shut fucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day''. Then my mom screamed back that, ''Shirley said you couldn't of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father's and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together''. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ''she and Shirley are nuts and to go to fucking hell''. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another fucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total fucking whore is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these fucking ass ones everywhere, dam ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late fucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major fucking jerk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY CUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what fucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's fucking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world shit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of fucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not fucking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ''the dream''. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the fucking crap out of me personally, and that we don't need, so I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic City knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally fucking nuts after all the shit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!!!

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WHAT A WILD STORY THIS IS AS WELL!!!!!

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I think they called Her ASHTAR!

So why should my father have never exited that Jitney bus that day in the early nineteen-sixties in South Atlantic City, just a couple blocks away from the mighty home of Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler, you may wonder, or maybe you don't give two fucking shits at all, to quote me' ol' buddy from HTHS, Sir Dave Speas, who had to wait decades to read the blogs to see just “What happened to me at the shore” because customers suddenly came to the gasoline station where he was working before I could tell him that day about so many wild things, right down to maybe why I have been stuck in this looping nightmare for more than eight mother fucking millennia of time now!

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

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The last two goddamn days have been totally mother fucking putrid and awful, or as lovely Mizz Borgia would say on the great “L&O” TV-SHOW, and yes, I know I cannot spell worth a fucking shit; but yes, “HORRIBLE”. Hey, maybe I'm indeed spelling it correctly since the goddamn Microsoft Spellchecker System has not given me the red squiggly correction error lines underneath it. Yes, horrible to the power exponent of approximately three billion, and then we may come close to what I'm indeed going the fucking shit through, yo peeps, yo!!!!!!! Not that anybody gives a fucking rats ass if I live or die. My Blogaudians don't even try and expand me' blog by sharing or doing any promotions for it, so what can either the mighty JAY-JAY EVANS or I say here, you ol' mother fucking mustache twirler you??????

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Hey don't get me wrong, I appreciate me viewers a whole lot, but gee, if they ever had any pity on me at all, you'd think the least a few of them would do is try and get this blog shared, and a teeny wee bit promoted, but alas; I have given up trying to fucking figure anything in this goddamn world out, yo yo yo yo yo me' goddamn BROADCASTED BRO, and 'U2', sir cock knocking Mike Soft Corporation. WEEEEEEEE! Yessir peeps, I do indeed know lots and lots and lots of major fucking incredible things, but don't ask me the reasons for even the very basic things that go on here on this diseased Earth-Planet, as you'd be wasting your time completely, and IPYT folksingers and FOLKS. Screw the fucking folksingers!!!!! But remember this, yo. Once Mountainpen is gone, he's gone for good. And nobody but fuckign nobody could take this endless hellishness and bull-shit, so don't think that I am some totally magical creature, because peeps, I mother fucking ain't, yo yo yo yo!!!!

I know for a fact that Purgatory is inside of the BIG BANG as you would all see and label that event out here inside of it, and I know that it expanded in two opposing ways, from the largest possible large growing smaller on one side of it, and then from the smallest possible small growing larger on the other side of it, and where these two realities meet supposedly would break your brains, all you geniuses in the Scientific Quantum Community. It meets inside of the Purgatory itself, and not as some strange centered half-point out beyond it in the great hyperspace where we all live out our human lives. Just since beginning this blog, the fucking cunt DEATH ANGEL has passed by me three times, and the total for the day is now 104 passes. Yesterday it was 96, Thursday was 127, and Wednesday was 100 even. It has never been under 84 since NEW YEARS MOTHER FUCKING DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! The approximate daily average in 2019 was only 52. So we're talking a major fucking DOUBLING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now back to the topic at hand, and something quite wild that was spoken by the Ancient Astronaut Theorists or AAT's for a shortened abbreviation here. Another thing I will promise any and all of the peeps of this diseased world, QUITE LITERALLY NOW; is that TIME and HYPERSPACE or the 4^th and 5^th dimensions operate totally and completely alien to any of your preconceived notions and ideas. Gee Donna, imagine that? Every single possible thing based on a limited or FINITE SIZED ENCLOSURE to cosmos, already exists in a 5^th dimensional fabric called the HYPERSPACE. Contained inside of that fabric is all of these lower dimensional realities, cosmos systems, us, all of it! Any and all possible future is already there, fifth dimensionally. There is no graph in the universe that could contain such a mind bending pictorial and mathematical display of absolute reality. Within just a few micro ticks of any clock, the pencil point would become a line the size of the world, and within ten more seconds, it would grow to the size of our entire galaxy, and from there the hyper-quantum expansion would be absolutely beyond inconceivable and unfathomable ON STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no trick to KNOWING THE FUTURE, other than for being able to master controlling the entire 5^th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE ITSELF!!!!!!!!! Only a sixth dimensional system above that or what Morianity calls the MIND DIMENSION, can approach such grandiose and glorious feats, MAYBE, and then beyond this is the absolute 7^th DIMENSION OF 'LAWTRONICS' that I have spoken of many times in these BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and in my MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3. Jane Whoremaster Sleazeweedsdisease just did me a GIGANTIC FAVOR, actually for once PLAYING PERFECTLY INTO MY HANDS, by screwing me up here with her globally fucking cunt famous by now, ONES-ASSAULT ON THE POOR FRAIL ANDFRAGILE ENDLESSLY PICKED ON MISTER MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!! Please allow me to further explain after I throw in a nice whittle GROUPATION OF FIVE DIGITS, to mother fuckign compensate for her diseased wickedness, yo yo yo me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

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You would think that by now, and after coming up with such an easy fucking cunt solution to my problem of blocking JANE'S ASSAULT ON ME, that no matter what, I would naut forget to use it, and always throw in five or more pages of coloring lines, so as to bring the page count well past page eleven of mother fucking eleven; but this fits ever so goddamn perfectly into the point that I was planning to make on this very blog, so thank you, miserable witch-bitch MIZZ JANE BASEBALLPARKS!!!!!!!!! On one of those many marvelous AAT TV-SHOWS aired on educational channels, such as History-CH or Science-CH and others; I happen to catch a show where a TOTALLY 'MARCUCCI-1969' MIND BLOWING COMMENT HAD BEEN MADE by one of the narrators or some expert in the AAT related field. It was telling how aliens or some weird unexplained android-entities, or something that the MEN IN BLACK had been chasing around for whatever sicko reasons, and something got said that was beyond a mind bend cubed, at least for me due to my precisely matching situation so many times. I as you all know, have my own weird learning disability, and I have freely admitted to this on many of these blogs over the past nearly fifteen fucking years now, as the topic became relevant each time. The reason that I LEARNNEW THINGS AT A SOMEWHAT SLOWER THAN AVERAGE PACE, is because unlike others who are slow learners and don't have my particular feature of mental operations or as some say 'GIFT', what I do is after I fully learn something, I begin immediately to take it apart in zillions of ways that other peeps never think to do and thus can reevaluate and make all kinds of clever new things out of what otherwise is same old same old (SOSO) stuff, huh lovely Latengrate Mizz Donna Gaines Summer? But in order to be able to do this little trick that may appear as huge miracles in many cases, this 'GIFT' allows me to do this amazing thing at the cost of appearing almost retarded at times, to those around me, and Ed Lynch used to bust me' fucking cunt balls so many times on how slow I was in learning how to use these computers and other digital age related apparatuses. In order to be able to do more, I need to see more and know more, so when for example at age twelve, me' Algebra Teacher at the Haddon Township HTHS High School, Mister Smolsky, taught us about Pi; I was unable to grasp the most simple and rudimentary part of applying it to geometric and algebraic formulas, UNTIL FINALLY, HE EXPLAINED TO ME JUST WHAT PI WAS, where as all the other fucking kids could have cared less, other than it was the approximate mathematical numeration of 3.14 for sake of working out the solutions to the problems in our eighth grade math class. I am unable to process like others do. I was given as you were all told a few days back, simple face masks by a local charitable ministry, and I was totally unable to work it until while mentioning it to Debra Marotto and the new Resident Manager back on Thursday afternoon, they explained tome that the two ends of it are stretchy and all that I need to do is put it over me' nose and mouth and grab the two ends and put it over me' mother fucking ears, lovely Patty Pirate Jokester Bitethroat Howard Hollister!!!!!! The simplest things are difficult to impossible for me without a lot of ROTE TEACHING,OVER AND OVER IN MANY CASES. That is the way I process information because later on, that same mind then goes onto do huge things with that very same information, because I have a much greater and expanded full awareness to all of the shit that is laying behind what otherwise would be static or noise to most other fucking cunt folks around me, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! Now in that AAT TV-SHOW documentary about a decade ago give or take, it mentioned how these 'alien'; or whatever entities that were involved and engaged somehow with the dude who was telling the wild story in the show, could do major hi-tech things far above and beyond anything that even made any rational sense to us mere mortals. BUT then, when it came to following the simplest directions to something, or even TYING A SHOELACE, they were completely mother fucking LOST!!!!!!! And THAT is indeed how MY BRAIN ALSO OPERATES TO A HIGH DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!! If you want an explanation to it, forget it. I am no fuckign cunt Albert Einstein, despite my dad being a good friend of the man shortly before I was born as Mark Wayne Mohr in this current human persona. Then we go back to goddamn Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Crapinherpants Notfondauonebit JANE! Now a child can see how important it is to me TO BLOCK THESE ONES-ATTACKS, and yet, I am somehow totally either manipulated and mind controlled, or else just absent mindedly I fuck up, not once, not four times, BUT ENDLESSLY OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So tell me since I have GREEN-HAZEL COLOR EYES AND A NEGATIVE RH BLOOD FACTOR (TYPE A-NEG), oh mighty all knowing Ancient Astronaut AAT Theorists out there 'somewhere', AM I ONE OF THEM TOO, AND HAVE BEEN BLOCKED OUT OF 'KNOWING AND OR REMEMBERING IT', BY LOVELY MIZZ JULIA JEWELLY VIQUEEN WHITE PATTY-PAULA HOLLISTER KING/MELANIE FOLKSINGER BRAND NEW TAPE SPEED ACCELERATED KEY SAFKA???????????? Oh yes, most folks reading this will say what they always say, “Wow is that mother fucking crazy old shithead Mister Mountainpen the KING OF THE LOONY-KUKE'S OR WHAT???????????? Hey, believe that if you want to, but obviously somebody else out here believes otherwise and has for a very very mother fucking long time now, or else why go to all of this goddamn wild trouble to screw up an entire lifetime of a person who seemingly is no threat to them or anyone else, ever since he walked out of high school at the now globally famous I'll bet, 'COOLEY HALL' of non Microsoft Halloweentown, Mister Crichton of W. Disney Company, yo yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! Look people, I don't mother fuckign know anything for sure and all I can ever do is take this unbelievable life that I have lived for nearly sixty-six mother fucking years now, and then attempt to extrapolate and evaluate, and formulate, and experiment, and keep right on playing with all of the combinations of wild facts that have amazingly and relentlessly presented themselves to me, ever since that day when the fucking doctor smacked me on my ass real hard several times, back on Saturday morning, the 4^th of December, in 1954. My dream began there since my spirit remembers it. Most peeps dreams DO NOT BEGIN AT BIRTH, but rather about two to four months afterwards in some small ways. Peeps in the PRO-LIFE movement may decide to shoot me, or stone me or whatever, but truth is truth; and these blogs will go right on telling it true and real, based on all that I know from the great PURGATRORY of ENDLESSNESS! That doesn't mean I am okay with killing babies, so don't confuse my words as so many peeps always love to do. They shoot first, ask later, and without the knowledge and ultra tech of retrace, that is a real no-no, to quote many of those lovely Astral Viqueens at SSJKK's great Sweet-16 Party in Sahasra Dal Kanwal (City of the great Sarah Krassle)! So yessir, Mister Crichton of W. Disney Company, yo!!!!

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
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[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
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[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997

'HEY JOJO, JOJO, JOJO', IS IT REALLY FUCKING YOU MIZZ AT&T CALL TEN CALLIO?

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GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5

10:24 POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013

I just took a huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in the hallway of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began right now around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local Fort Pierce PEEDEE! It's 7 years later now Mark and they don't fucking care if you live or die, yo!!!!!!!!

First off, the audio signal was off on the computer, yet I could play the media player system inside of it just fine, but a red signal showed up in the little icon at the right bottom screen section that told me it was turned off. Eventually it no longer displayed this, but when I went up to check something on a previous blog, the entire opening paragraph showing the date and time were all HACKED OFF, and a purple line extended to the end of the margin and then way past it, almost to the end of the computer screen. I tried and tried to repair and un-fucking-hack it, but to no avail, so I made a new copy by using the post at Blogger dot com, and from there merely reconstructed it all onto a new page document and then pasted in the entire rest of the 124 pages past the hacked up page one; and deleted out the entire hacked old fucking cunt document; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION HEAD, and my 1972 pal from school; Bob McDowell, YO!

This UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place; LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available; thank you very much, BRR.

Here is what got fucked with, and hacked; and your guess is as good as mine, as to why this exact fucking shit was hacked.

GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.

1:39 AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester!!!!

Yes peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID, SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say the fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????

WELL IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I'll tell you why the car stereo was screwed with, as if you need to know; only a powerful as usual, unnatural pile of fucking shit, is all a part of this story. You see peeps, I fell into a light nap type of sleep before actually going to sleep last night, and ''dreamed'' that I was quizzing GAGA KITTY, and drew an 8 card, followed by a 3 card, for a ROOT GAWNUM #83. Half an hour later, after being awake again, I did ask why this was done to me after I had just driven out of Mikey's driveway, and then made that right turn northbound, heading for home back last early Sunday evening. You guessed it good people out here, I drew an 8 card, and then I drew a 3 card, for a PCN-835.

Well, are you ready to hear some of my MATCH-BOOK LIST ITEMS for PCN-835, because if you are not in a good healthy strong constitution; I suggest sitting down if you are not, and if you are not at the top of your game when reading this, and just might faint too easily; then come back to this later, when you feel up to it. Folks these things would include:

QUESTION, PARTICLE, ALAN WOLF, LOST LOVE, DAUGHTER, COMPUTER, TRASH CAN, MUNSTERS, MURDERER, THOUSAND, AUGUST TWO NINETEEN NINETY SIX, MY DAUGHTER IS GETTING HER REVENGE WITH ME.

I have no rights, fellow fucking citizens. I am literally not allowed to breathe, and will be major ass fucking punished for doing so, until I stop doing it all together. That is a total fucking no-brainer, for me, for you; for anyone with an intelligence of a third of a dam ass dog!!!

WELCOME TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone can join, and the price is ABSOLUTELY FREAKING FREE.

Here is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and the Morianity-Project: MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:

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Boy oh boy oh boy UNCLE BILLY, Popeye said it all and I used to love watching him at the age of nine and ten years on Popeye Theater hosted by FUTURE FRIEND Mizz Sally Starr, but yes, Popeye said, “Ugh ugh ugh ugh, I can't 'standigh' no 'moreigh'”, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Sir Chester-Frank would add in, I am quite sure, even as the toddler he would have been back then, diapers and all, 'yick-yuk', so yes he would have gurgled out his now globally known, well, perhaps folks; “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes there really was, Mizz Virginia Avenue, a Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don't give a shit. Well, don't let him or any other rotten prick in this twisted screwy world try fooling you about their connections with me. They DO give a shit. If they didn't, they wouldn't hack me day and night, and hack out my account with numerous things, such as the County Medicaid Office of Florida.

B-U-T, kind folks, it is time for me now to add something in for you about all this.

My fathers razor was talked about in very early blogs, and how while visiting my mother and I back in the middle sixties in Westmont, New Jersey, his electric shaver in this world, became something entirely different in a dream world that I was in. All I am able to tell, is Shakespeare himself knew about not only Atlantic City and 1965, but he also knew about Sarah's shop on Tennessee Avenue. But without reading his great plays or caring at all about the great classical literature, no one will ever see these powerful and awesome fucking truths. I wonder why this dumbed down world and generation all happened, just like I wonder why all kinds of fuckiGN wacky laws were passed since 1988 regarding PC and I do not mean computers or any other thing, Mister Bill Mawr. Yes Detective Curtis, we're losing people, but the king of the morning light seemed to be onto all of you. The day at the other KING, AKA Burger King, you crooked fuckiGN stupid phone app rip off people; Ann told me some things that are unbloggable. Well, most of my shit is unbloggable, and just because I dared to blog a lot of it doesn't change that whittle fact, Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE END, AND STINKING TO DGTN. BRDG.

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

MARK 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!!!

6:50 POST MERIDIAN

FRIDAY EVENING

15 MAY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 94

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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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 AND ACLU, AND WORLD COURT IN 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 25^th 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 2^nd in 1996, 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 stock market 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 21^st 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:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

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 | Permalink

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 5^th 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 fucking 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”!

MY NEXT BLOG WILL BLOW YOU ALL AWAY!

IPYT---IPYT---IPYT---IPYT---IPYT---IPYT.

END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HELP ME PEE, YOU'VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is NOVEMBER 6.

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GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.

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