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CHAPTER
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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
TUESDAY,
AUGUST 4,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 1:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
SO
WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN
JEWELLY
ESS WHITE, AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER
GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON OF THE NEW AGE
MARVELOUS INTERNET?
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.
(MOUNTAINPEN)
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.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
{{{((*HH88HH88-HERBERT-HUNTINGTON*))}}}
This
mother fucking total jerk off prick from HELL is totally KILLING ME;
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI), in case you just
may care in the teeny tiny wee whittle goddamn asshole bit, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
I
came home at around half past eight, after being out in the cunt
lapping hot miserable sunny humid sweaty weather for more than five
dick licking hours, and at least it was quiet here. I've learned to
cunt huffing appreciate any tiny whittle goddamn morsel tidbit of
anything in this HUNTINGTON CURSED LIFE of mine, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!
YESSIR peeps, I TOLD YOU this endless persecution on me intentionally
being given to me by my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM MOTHER FUCKIGN TWAT
EATING DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE SHIT-ASS-HELLFIRE, would bring up the DJIA,
but I am talking about SATURDAY'S DEATH SIEGE. I now am at a right
to wrong ratio in my DJIA
stock market predictions, as of Monday's SUPER UP DAY,
with 9:12, or with a baseball batters average of 750, or I am now
holding a 75% correctly predicted record, for all of my carefully
watching and observing BLOGAUDIANS out here on the jit swallowing
internet!!!!!!!! And
for today's horrendous DEATH ATTACK and major mother fucking ELDER
ABUSE, you can all bet your pecker whacking
asses on another HUUUUUUUGE UP TODAY FOR TUESDAY 4 AUGUST, taking my
ratio by 4 PM to a 10:13. I believe Sir
McNulty would say it really great right about now, should
he be in this mother fucking rotten shitty apartment;
“WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!
I've drawn in my mother fucking goddamn Fonda Avoidance Coloring
Lines or (FACL) so she can't hurt me even worse on this SUPER BOTBAR
DAY OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
don't need to know everything that is going on with me, but I will
say a few quick things. I must have some enemies in the Carolina's,
as they are getting mildly hammered from the storm that eased past me
without harm. The dude that stands out in the elements from (TWC) THE
WEATHER CHANNEL, was being practically blown over on the beach by
heavy wind, as of midnight.
Earlier
in these blogs, and shortly after moving to Florida in late 2009; I
began using the YOU-TUBE
system for several years. I no longer have anything to do with
the entire internet's social media system other than for occasionally
Googling up information I need that is no longer available in old
world ways, due to this rotten computerized new world that I find
myself living in. I stumbled onto that asshole Alex Jones, and later
gave him a thumbs up on several of my blogs. That can be chalked up
to my political ignorance, and several other character flaws, that I
openly admit to having; one of which NOT BEING humble and honest
enough to admit when I am totally wrong, and
far off base. So you go, Mister Dirty Dancing Orbach,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
it was dinner time, I went into the local SUBWAY for a FOOTLONG
Hoagie and a cold drink. There is no inside-eating due to the
Coronavirus, so I had to park in a shady area and eat it in my car.
As I typed the next fucking sentence, my
POP-UP-SCREEN
NEW HACK happened again, this time with two fucking goddamn screens
at 12:38 AM. I was starting to type in, that while I
was in the SUBWAY eats place to have them make my hoagie sub, some
MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE ENEMY followed me in,
and I can prove it. I had ordered an Italian Hoagie with no cheese on
a FOOTLONG, and this man, as I was putting my wallet back into my
pants after paying my eight bucks for the drink and the hoagie, said
that he wanted an Italian Hoagie FOOTLONG sub, and then he said,
“With no cheese”, copying every single thing that I just said and
ordered. Nobody, and I mean nobody that I have ever known, EVER, says
NO CHEESE. I am a very rare person who does not like cheese. Men
especially are absolute cheese fans, and my mom told me that a doctor
friend of the family once told her that out of 10,000 men questioned
on a medical form, only one put an “X” in the question mark for a
'NO' answer, when asked if they like or eat cheese. So I don't buy
that for one lousy minute, FBI, and I remember back from a year ago
on last 19 August on my JURY DUTY DAY OF HELL, how one of the
potential jurors, when asked details on his job, told the prosecutor
that he would give more information privately and that he was with
the NSA. So we have at least one fucking NSA AGENT right around here,
and I ain't making any of this up, you sicko nut job ALEX
JONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You and your buddy Mister Wonderful TRUMP!!!!!
I
tried to get a hold of an old pal from my days at the Harvest, and I
drove over to his family's property in West Fort Pierce past the I-95
highway entrances, and when I got there, a huge sign warning that
trespassers would be prosecuted, was bigger than life on the left
side of the road that leads into the place, and since I was going
uninvited, I did not dare go onto the private property in violation
of the law. I did manage to go to a few other places, and I am no
longer going to give enemies ammunition to shoot and mortally wound
me with, by telling about it, at least until I know that something
positive may possibly come out of it, pertaining to my hellish
nightmare nabe problem, as well as this corrupt Public Housing
authority system.
The
man who came to check on me that morning a couple years ago or
whenever, after not seeing me in a while, that I told an dblogged
about; was in the lobby area of this rotten building as I was coming
in from my nightmare 5+ hour TIKER. He told me that several peeps,
including him, have a really bad neighbor, and that all we can do is
bide our time until the virus shit ends and then get the mother
fucking hell out of here, or to quote lovely and illustrious Judge
Judy, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE”!!!!!!!!!!!! If I was wealthy, I
could move now; as many places are available for high income peeps.
But those who can only rent a broken down tiny place or a small
mobile home, are totally fucked right now; and I no more believe that
this was not all planned to totally finish me off during this 2020
election, than I believe that I am mother fucking Santa Claus on
laughing gas. Funny too, those same peeps who laugh at me who are in
legal authority, don't buy coincidences one little bit if they're
connected with some investigation that they are doing pertaining to
some crime. My mom when she was growing up in Philadelphia at 440
South 50th Street, went to church on Sunday's with her
parents and her sister Barbara, and her two brothers, John and
Stuart; and the minister was a dude named Berley Crookshank. He was
good friends wit my grandfather, and had him invest a lot of money on
some stupid Ralph Kramdon harebrained scheme just like in that
marvelous cool 'honeymooners' TV-Show, and he used to say with
repetition, to hear my mom tell it over and over to me as well as I
was growing up, “Do as I say, not as I do”. This has become a
well heard expression in even this now current 21st
century. Maybe because it rings so cunt lapping totally ass true, yo
BRO, and screw your broadCASTED BRO, Mister MicroSUCKS
Corporation!!!!!!!!!!!!! I picked up my new glasses today, and AGAIN,
someone at the optical lab totally fucked them up. I can;t see a
fucking stinking goddamn thing out of them, and I will need to go
back for a redo and be put on the eye-chart with them on me and have
the error corrected. These things are all persecutions and I know it.
There is no excuse for this, when these fucking peeps go to college
and medical school to learn how to successfully do their jobs, and
three out of four times they supposedly screw it all up for me!!!!!!!
Gimme' a break!!!!!!!!!! Or cut me one, lovely Margie Leo, and yo,
not the stinky fucking kind, pweeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARCH
13, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 1:50,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 65 DEGREES FNHT.
I
NEED HELP, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, FCC CHAIRMAN, FROM MY DAYS WITH YOU
IN DAN MACKEY'S CLASS IN 1972, AT COOLEY HALL, MAJOR HACKING ALL DAY
LONG ON MY COMPUTER, SIR AND PAL. REMEMBER THOSE GREAT JOKES YOU TOLD
ME WHEN DAN MACKEY SAID YOU WOULD GROW UP AND BE A MAN SOMEDAY, WITH
JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER, AND LOTS MORE?
THEN
THERE WAS THE OPPOSITE END OF THE COOLEY HALL, OUT THE DOOR AND UP
HOPKINS LANE JUST A LITTLE BIT TO THE WEIRD PLACE CALLED LILLY'S
LILIPUTIAN LIVERY. WELL, I DO NOT THINK IT IS WEIRD ANY MORE, MISTER
GULLIVER. IT ALL FITS LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING GLOVE, RIGHT IRANIAN 1968
SHAH, SIR?????????? RIGHT LATE AUNT GERALDINE SNOW MASON??????
YOU
BETTER ALL LEAVE ME ALONE OR I WILL WIPE OUT THIS ENTIRE FUCKING
PLANET, YOU COCK SUCKERS OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
in getting down to cases here, and continuing along with stuff
opened up on blogs from several posts back; just ask any modern day
advanced Quantum Physicist, and most
will agree with the current scientific community's concept that 5th
dimensional hyperspace has unlimited countless parallel universes,
that only MORIANITY so far as of the date this
blog posts up to BLOGGER-GOOGLE; claims are accessed by all of us
through OUR DREAMS. Due to ultra-complex Towel-Seepage-Effect
(TSE) and (HSM) Hyper-Space-Mechanics of all un-thrilled joyless
{OTHER HSM's}, any major historic 'BENDSPOT' or where powerhouse shit
in human history is teetering on a very thin fence top (in or out of
Eden, Iraq, and all DS-DS-DS IRAN INVADED ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICAL
AUDIO TAPES that were left at magical city boardwalks, (not
underneath them at least); things branch off IN VARIOUS WAYS at these
major points, that my MORIANITY labels as BENDSPOT HYPERSPACE POINTS
OR BSHP'S for a shortened abbreviation.
Now
blogs from earlier this year, told how reality can be absolutely
controlled as well as altered intentionally, by people keeping track
of numbers in their own private dwellings by simulating being at a
casino roulette wheel using ordinary playing cards, and then those
same people would go to a real gaming house (casino) somewhere, stand
within playing range and eyesight of a roulette wheel, and actually
cause 'their personal numbers' to come in more than they would should
they not be standing within that quantum distance range. Using this
analogy, can other realities be effected by doing very similar type
of stuff? The answer is a resounding and major unequivocal
“YES”!!!!!!!! Now the very same “FAWCES” Mister HALL from
1990, SIR; that are making THESE ROULETTE OUTCOME NUMBERS POP UP WHEN
DOING THIS ALSO FORCES REALITY ITSELF, IN THINGS THAT GO BEYOND JUST
WHERE A BALL WILL STOP ON A WHEEL; TO ALTER OR (TRANSFER), on this
quantum energetic level of 'STM' flux. When certain things are done,
using the very magical world of electronics, this same principle is
likewise going into effect as well and in not so different a pattern
of powerful truth. I use the word MAGICAL very literally by the way,
as if you ask the top Electrical Engineers on this planet, just what
electricity and electronics IS, they will respond if choosing to be
honest and true with your query, that we understand how it all works
and what it all does, but we do not know what electricity is, or the
electron. Now we do know that it is a charged particle, but as I said
to Ryan the Recording Engineer from the BonJovi owned Avalon
Recording Studio that used to operate out of Port Saint Lucie,
Florida and moved down to Pompono Beach, after 2013 ended; after he
made that statement to me that the electron is a charged particle, I
then responded back in absolute truth but a bit sarcasticly I'll
admit, “Charged with what”? All the real honest engineers and
electricians will admit that they know how this magical world of
electronics works but we DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT REALLY IS. I of course
DO KNOW. It is PINKM GODDESS, MIDDIE, MDE, Mother-Daughter-Electron.
Those egotistical alpha male world owners have always insisted that
women are underneath men, and as with all things ranging from the
smart money in the global banking system to dozens of other things
just as big but in different ways, the reality of all things is the
exact reverse of the accepted norms. The sun DOES NOT rise and set,
the world IS NOT FLAT, and I could literally bore you all to death
with a hundred other examples just like those two. The largest of all
is that this Father-Son-Holy Ghost thing needs to also be reversed,
into Mother-Daughter-Electron!
I
promise to fully delve into the issues of TRUTH-REVERSALS that are
all backed up in Biblical Scriptures such as the last will be first
and the first last, and much more, and also, I will get way more
specific about how DREAMS and WAKING LIFE connect in a wild
transdimensional 'bigger picture' that is literally a 5th
and 6th dimensional system underneath the 7th
dimensional circuitry of the entire system that my Morianity has
labeled as “Lawtronics”, ever since these blogs began in the year
of 2006. In these present ignorant dark days in true measurable
wisdom, my entire theme and all my concepts would absolutely qualify
as extreme mental illness, delusion, and numerous side psychotic
features the least of which would be delusions of grandeur. It will
not be in my lifetime by any stretch of the mind, that my
Morianity-TRUTHS have even the smallest chance of being recognized by
the organized planetary power structures, but still, it will be out
there for future generations to peruse and explore at their eventual
leisure and levels of comfort as times continue to progress as well
as evolve onward, yo! So to quote the great, incredible, and
near-all-knowing Mister Dennis Snyder, from Elm, New Jersey,
USAESMWG; “That's just reality
son”!!!!!!!!!
Now
KFP (Keyboards From Petahell), was a wild invention that words would
be totally inept to properly describe. Still, this was built because
I wanted to be able to do things that others around me, even in the
great profession of sound recording, were unable to do, making me
therefore in a position where I would stand out head and shoulders
higher than the crowd. I knew from childhood that I was under some
absolutely unexplainable nightmare curse, and that's all I damn knew.
Still I knew it, and thus, I came to the conclusion before even
reaching midway through puberty, that I needed to do special things
just to be recognized at all and keep me out of total obscurity and
invisibility. This is why I seriously debated with myself to admit to
the world that I seemingly have a magical power over motion, and not
in some small way like those famous magicians or psychic, ranging
from Geller to Blaine to Copperfield. I told
Jennifer Washburn that I would literally FLY OVER HER BUILDING IN
ATLANTICV CITY ONE DAY, PHYSICALLY, and
I could have done it. She responded back
tome on that wild day, “Mark, what
would it prove”. Her response was
absurd when you think about it. Still, it was perfectly within all
the norms based on my suffering from a covert and invisible major
horrendous FAMILY CURSE
that Morianity calls
the HUNTINGTON CURSE,
and no, not the one that you hear about should you go online and
GOOGLE UP this thing. It is like what I told you all years
back concerning the word that morianity uses, called 'EXPLORATRON'.
After I began saying my incredible bullshit on the topic for several
months, maybe a full year; poof, somehow someone
or some thing to quote awesome
William Shatner Captain Star Trek Kirk,
went back into time, and magically created this same word, and
then made the GOOGLE-RANKING SO 'BERNIE-HUUUUUUUUUUGE', so that now,
when we GOOGLE
UP the word “EXPLORATRONS”,
we do not get anything whatsoever about what Morianity has told the
world about with this incredible deal. To this day, I still
may go to the beach, or some public place; and
do the unthinkable, with or without any following DEEDEE
birds, or pink non-goddess Salmon-fish, from 1997
and 1998 somewhere, up there in good ol' lovely wonderful
Atlantic City, NO JOYSEY! Yes speaking of two years along that range
in time, I screwed up and reversed the wild spirit-travel experience.
It was in 1996 that I went back to 1968, and told my classmates that
I came from the year 1997, and not the other way around! So maybe the
last are first and the first are last and we all need to endlessly
reverse what our stock brokers insist that we do with our life
savings. Think the shit about it folks, yo!
So
we managed to lay a small foundation concerning the Keyboards From
Petahell or KFP on a blog from a few back. Now, to move this along,
did you ever wonder exactly why the electronic forces copy the human
larynx? The faster that it vibrates, the higher the pitch of sound is
made from the person, and of course concentrically, the slower that
it vibrates, the lower the pitch of sound is made from the person. So
in the olden days when a tape is speeded up, or a turntable is set on
a higher speed, the recording is not only faster but is HIGHER IN
PITCH, doubling into the next higher octave at precisely double the
speed, or if slowed down, this same thing goes into play, make a tape
play at half the speed that it was recorded at, and not only is the
recording playing at half the speed but is also slower and divided
exactly down one octave if the speed is cut in half. This is how the
Melanie key song became my first invention that I told about on early
opening blogs, when I had originally messed around with creating
weird voices, then making recorded sounds go extremely fast, and
later on still, along came my “Quicker-Talker” invention, and I
told about an electrical engineer by the name of Mister Kelchner, who
assisted me in the original designs and basic creation of the device,
and he taught me how in no time at all, the sound is lost because the
recoding device is not built for extreme low or high frequencies,
which is why when normal stereo equipment is purchased, amps,
speakers, tape decks, anything at all along this line of audio hi-fi,
expensive stuff always has the better or WIDER RANGE meaning a better
reproduction of the very high end sounds as well as low end sounds,
but all of it is built for audio recording. In dolphin research and
many other research stuff where extreme out of normal sonic ranges
need to be accurately recorded, an entire different set of electronic
stuff need to be employed into the recording devices and systems.
This was all the foundation and beginnings of the pre-KFP invention.
Then after the Chief Recording engineer at the RPL Studio, Mister
Howard Solomon, made my 4
DELMO
TUNES a lot better with a lot of electronic magic
tricks, I eventually got him to teach me all kinds of stuff, along
with the repair man at the RPL place, Mister Jack Wallace, both
graduates of that great old Philadelphia, Pennsylvania school, known
as Philadelphia Wireless. But the real powerhouse shit lies within
the actual electronic realities behind just why things pitch up when
going faster and pitch down when going slower, and all of it when
fully understood and in light of the junk that I was messing with
after being fortunate enough to find so much electronic stuff out in
a wooded area that had been discarded; I was able to eventually see
that more than just meets the eye, at least in my time period, was
going on behind the scene and the OZ-CURTAINS of the magical world of
the ELECTRON.
Eventually,
I was able to tweak a system that recorded and played into each other
from either end, and with a very nice expensive equalizer in-between
them allowing me to make endless higher and lower boosts or
attenuation's on numerous frequencies, and again, with the additional
doodads that I had in-between the entire system, I was eventually
able to have unlimited sonic interaction back and forth between these
two recording machines, and no part of any sounds were lost, muffled,
or altered. I had to use an oscilloscope to conduct a lot of various
monitoring however, as even my specially built audio monitors had a
limited sonic range that just about matched the audio amp without the
additional resistor to compactor ratio and flux alterations in
conjunction with a wild ratio alteration with input and output
voltages that also allowed additional sonic enhancements where I was
able to have an unfathomable amount of dynamic range without
distortion or saturation of any kind on analogue recoding technology.
Without getting hyper-technical, when all was said and done, I was
able to adjust the full 5 hertz to 80,000 hertz range of the amp
without any connected alterations, into a digitized readout and even
hear a lot of the sound or the inner-octaves of it, since the human
ear at best when young and audibly healthy, barely can hear from 20
hertz to 20,000 hertz. In any event this was only the beginning. One
of the taping machines was reconnected in the motor drive to an
incredibly powerful electric motor that would make the thing run up
to 4,000 times faster than the speed it was originally designed to be
at. The other machine was fixed for the opposite, connected into
numerous step-down transformers and timing devices that made a large
area of the system look like a clock store, until it was later
covered in very attractive 'papermashay', and no, I don't know how
the word is properly spelled, nor can I get any good assistance
from the Spellchecker assholes. Anyway, this other machine was able
to move at a maximum invisible crawl rate of about
one-three-millionths of normal factory setting. If maxed out, this
would approach a total change in signal going from the play machine
to the record machine, in the neighborhood of just under twelve
inches per nanosecond. The speed of light is 11.8 inches, so at the
crossover point, the signal is actually traveling into the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, causing many wild interdimensional effects to
occur when certain secret audio things are done with the two
machines. Basically, at the maximum setting, the tone square wave of
sound, which of course is not sound when outside of the normal sonic
20Hz-20Khz range, but this tone now transfers the electronic reality
into what I would call back in 1980, TRUE REALITY. At certain ranges
just beneath light speed crossover or what I called LSC back then,
the new recorded transferred reality alters or TRANSFERS into
virtually limitless altered or 'parallel' realities. In other words,
at certain ranges, this would actually pick up the dream-world, at
least sonically. Wild and utterly fantastic as this may 'sound' to
anyone, this was all real and happening. Then on top of this, I took
already created taped 'fake phone conversations' and dubbed them
across this reality line, and boom, reality around me suddenly
changed. This was not however as controllable as I had initially
thought that it could be. I learned just how deadly dangerous a lot
of this really was, after numerous unexplainable shit began to happen
around me. Things began around the very same time that Trump began
his career in real estate and had his father, Fred loan him a lot of
money. Trump claims this was a million dollar loan, but media sources
from those times said that he was lying and it was closer to
$47,000,000.00. Still, once I had created the full personality and
complicated structure of this 'being' on this wild KFP machine,
things began to happen around me that precisely fucking matched the
monster whom I had electronically created. He would boast and call me
“hot shot” sarcastically, telling me that he owned Atlantic City
and New York City, and this was back in 1979 and 1980 on original
tapes that later in 1981 went through my KFP system. He would tell me
that he owned boats and planes and buildings and all sorts of shit,
that he was a god and that nothing could stop him. I literally
created this monster, and must share the responsibility of the
Frankenstein that I have set upon this world. It's doubtful that even
quantum researchers would believe this story or even try to make the
leap and connect the countless doubts that would totally prove my
story to be 100 percent correct. The problem is that things don't
happen first on this physical plane of life, but rather, astrally on
the spirit plane or ASTRAL-PLANE. The truth is that Shorty who is
tall by the way, as I created him that way, wanted to come here as a
magical human, and he has done so, using my electronic metaphysics to
get here, and circumvent the lawtronics that would have otherwise
turned Trump into a fictional character inside of someone's fantasy,
some fiction writer. For example, in the parallel world where I own
the great Starburn Outreach Development, Incorporated land management
and real estate investment company, and am happy with a wonderful
family; Trump there does not physically exist, and only is part of
some fictional writer's imagination. This is why in that one
particular parallel reality, I am able to be so happy, as this
horrible cosmic stalker is not there to wipe out every single damn
facet of my entire life, ever since I left Cooley H. H. Hall, and
created this monster on that damn original tape recording machine
from that damn Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, later to be
data-transferred onto my ultimate unfathomably dangerous Keyboards
From Petahell machine in late 1980, and then causing all of my woes
to grow and grow and grow. As I typed all of this out folks, the
MILITUFORCE MIND CONTROLLERS who hated this information being typed
for posting to a public audience, have magically mind control
influenced the maintenance men or someone close to me right here and
now, to do very NOISY DRILLING AND MAKE OTHER LOUD SOUNDS, AND NO,
not liud sounds as this was another GASME-GAMES PBHE TYPO on a recent
prior blog. Then after the drilling and tool noise all terminated,
came loud shouting out in my hallway from these weirdo nabes from
hell and their ILLEGAL GUESTS! As stated, the FAWCES HATE me telling
stuff that is too major, and having anyone listen, even if they only
take it one percent seriously. They still get all bent the fuck out
of shape, otherwise, why does shit always dependable happen like this
around me, EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO ON A DAMN ROLL TO TELL MAJOR DAMN
SHIT, YYYYYYYYYYY??????????????
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The
epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council
and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I
liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler,
but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over,
and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end
4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word
program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little
while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer
crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing
stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop
popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will
B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with
somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog
further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem.
All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and
multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2
me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte
system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I
guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it
is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds,
PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a
couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is
eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night,
back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me
was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8
light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse
house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the
speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I
never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that
I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil
world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever
take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish
nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the
Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan
my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a
pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway,
New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will
understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists,
not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists,
Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity,
what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some
weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any
possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly,
and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a
projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond
our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply
because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self,
time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of
perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the
mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a
down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new
Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the
long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings;
there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not
correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner
self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not
really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it
leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the
summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming
house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between
Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension.
This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and
cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream
out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane;
or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals
call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep
finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come
over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4
right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days
with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna'
contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not
on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked.
It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4
life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW,
AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things
like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY,
back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your
life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing
suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an
illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same
dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and
realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U
jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go
on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy
amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have
existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night
at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is
so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get
icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it
will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by
Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the
heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep
waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then
die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up,
and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally,
that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a
dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional
existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty
truths were once up online on a website called,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money;
nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I
am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me
one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back
up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At
least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is
that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so;
and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until
I click on it.
Long
story short, the
mail
was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9
room place,
with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways;
and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess
that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was
always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend
give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so
in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by,
PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office,
and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a
telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their
Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the
package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not
have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a
very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their
Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS,
looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book
of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I
called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2
death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction
with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank
Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a
coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid
looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these
crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho,
MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and
spoke
my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4
Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail
count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I
have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local
roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then
delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of
since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going
2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of
any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here,
Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail
me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I
played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an
IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit
profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our
usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he
does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently
with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the
upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been
fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China
Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2
keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as
he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2
bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful
blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U
my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day,
when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I
loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that
saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back
then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a
dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not
withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my
bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas,
and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at
the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told
me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but
she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great
Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of
the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so
sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my
poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked
all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom,
at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in
Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just
a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog
shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical
National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the
time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and
that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing
good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I
woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up
1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of
where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a
slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly
three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of
Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood
property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake
there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned
with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’
buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back
when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child
molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I?
Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the
Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise
Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!!
www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a
crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2
deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2
keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her
great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page
of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up,
BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL
Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright
Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official
registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in
this or any other part of HS.
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ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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BUT
THAT AIN'T THE FUCKING ONE I BOUGHT TODAY, OR WAS THAT YESTERDAY, OR
WAS THIS BLOG NEARLY A YEAR AGO, OR IS TIME REAL, OR THE REALLY BIG
ONE TO ASK HERE IS; IS TOM REALE??????????
THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A
neg. & Eye
color--green-hazel
IS
SAYING THIS TO YOU:
BEGINNING
TRAnsdimensional AND BEGINNING 'THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS' TRANSMISSION,
MIZZ ERICA LOVLINESS.
1:16
POST
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON
26
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
2:15
POST
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
AFTERNOON
3
AUGUST,
2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA,
USA,
ESMWG
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR URL 2006-2020
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
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JERSEY BLOGS, On Blogger since January 2006
FLORIDA
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OF EARLY 2019, Profile views – 3046
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
MY
BLOGS:
RIVER
SNAKES,
SHADOW
MONSTERS,
AND ENDLESS
BOOHOOS,
CHAPTER
9
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
AUGUST 3,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
FULL
MOON
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
SO
WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN
JEWELLY
ESS WHITE, AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER
GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON OF THE NEW
AGE MARVELOUS INTERNET?
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.
(MOUNTAINPEN)
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.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
{{{((*HH88HH88-HERBERT-HUNTINGTON*))}}}
The
queen of the Slime-balls Club, Mizz Jane Witchbitch
Crapinherpants Notfondauonebit Sleazeweedsdisease; just
got me when I turned on my mother fucking cum-puke-her, and
so that she does naut get me again with a page eleven of eleven on
my file dock page, I now am drawing in me' FACL. Sop give it a
mother humping rest, willya' Sir Dennis Elm, NJUSAESMWG Snyder, yo?
WEATHER
REPOR FROM TWC
2:00
PM, MOMDAY, 3 AUGUST, 2020
AIR
QUALITY---GOOD
TEMPERATURE---93
HEAT
INDEX---108
HUMIDITY---63%
WINDS---SW
@ 9 MPH, NO GUSTS
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:46
A/8:08 P
SKY
CONDITIONS---SUNNY
VISIBILITY---*********
DEWPOINT---*********
BARAMETRIC
PRESSURE---****-(*)(*)(*)
PREDICTIONS---HIGH
OF 94 AND TURNING PARTLY CLOUDY LATER WITH A 20% CHANCE OF RAIN.
YES
PEOPLE, I DO BELIEVE IN A SORT OF DESTINY, BASED ON THE TRUTH OF OUR
REAL BEINGNESS IN A CONDITION OF SPACE-TIME-MIND OUT HERE IN 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE, BLOWN OUT AND AWAY FROM THE TIMELESS
PURGATORY! I PLAN TO PROVE MY BELIEFS AS TIME GOES ON, SHOULD I BE
ALLOWED TO FUCKING SURVIVE. YES INDEED, HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
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AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
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AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
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AND
FIRE
HELL
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FIXED
IN
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AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
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AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
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AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
Things
got a whole lot better for Fort Pierce and myself, pertaining to the
weird named MAM-STORM that passed by yesterday. The MILITUFORCE is
certainly not the only ones who are able to use ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
as I too did this just by posting up my previous chapter that
doubled as my MAJOR RETALIATORY BLOG! As soon as I posted it up, the
storm that seemed to be targeted directly at me, veered off and the
worst that things got yesterday was just some rain and wind, and
actually, was no different at all from when I had been outside
escaping my HELL-NABE, back on Saturday evening. I am not going to
be specific on how Sir Walgreen Semi-pal views the ICPE-APE deal,
but I know it is for real, and so I can use it when necessary, every
bit as effectively as my enemies can. If they would ever leave me
alone someday, I'd gladly return the mother fuckign favor, but I
know that this is not reality, unless perhaps, I can escape this
EVIL EMPIRE shortly, and that too is not reality with this gods
awful monstrous pandemic shituation of the great Microsucks
Shitsapookna Club! Some asshole is driving me nuts today with the
damn DOORS again!
I
am going to complain to the ESS-COMCAST later on this week
regarding a new annoying harassment that is happening to me, BOB
MCDOWELL SIR, now retired FCC Chairman of the Federal Communications
Commission; where an unwanted top of the TV-screen POP-UP keeps
coming on from some LATIN CHANNEL that is soliciting for VOTES on
some dumb ass show that I think is related to the American version
of that stupid ass music shit show, “VOICE”. I keep hitting the
exit on my remote control, and it goes off but it then comes back
over and over and over. This has happened two weeks in a row now,
FCC, and is very annoying. I am an old man who couldn't care fucking
less about music and singers!!!!!!!!! So BUG OFF ME, yo!
Things
like this get started, and then more and
more annoying advertisers will slowly begin to acquire legal
permission to annoy all television watchers on a continual basis,
making watching television or at least CABLE TV systems, a total
no-no any more, and this is not one bit cunt lapping fair; AMERICAN
GOVERNMENT!!!!!!!! I have very little in this rotten life, and
watching my programs on television is about all that I have, besides
blogging, and going through the hell that my blogs talk about. That
is my entire fucking cunt life, yo! And the enemies know these
things, as they'd be plain ass stupid retarded fools not to know;
and so the M2F attacks me on this front that is available for them
to do so. This is not rocket fucking science, just as ADA Ron Wirtz
Senior used to explain to me back in the early nineteen-nineties for
crying out loud, while I was renting the home owned by Mizz Patricia
Meeker, on Route 561, up in the illustrious Gibbsboro,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!! This cunt eating DOOR
SLAMMER today is very annoying, and it is probably the prick Mexican
slob next door, but I don't know for sure. It is the jerk off
slob and he has now activated his annoying sound system. Another
fuckign party, what else is cunt eating new??????????
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 3 AUGUST, 2020
BOTBAR ASSAULT WITH MISTER MEXICO SPIK NEXT DOOR TO ME AND HALF
POWER AGAINST THE FORT PIERCE HOUSING AUTHORITY FOR CAUSING ME THIS
PROBLEM AND TRYING TO INTENTIONALLY MURDER ME COVERTLY ON ORDERS
FROM PRESIDENT TRUMP,
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
END
TRANSMISSION.
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12:44
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
MORNING
2
AUGUST,
2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA,
USA,
ESMWG
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR URL 2006-2020
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
NEW
JERSEY BLOGS, On Blogger since January 2006
FLORIDA
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AS
OF EARLY 2019, Profile views – 3046
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
MY
BLOGS:
RIVER
SNAKES, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND ENDLESS BOOHOOS,
CHAPTER
8
“Here
we go again”, Mister mother fucking Johnny
Come Lately New Kid In Town, and whether or not everybody
loves you, brah! The 1st of August, Saturday; was brought
in BEYOND FUCKING CUNT SUPER ASS BOTBAR
ON STEROIDS, me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will explain the details to a very horrendous monster-ass wild day
times ten to the dick licking exponential mathematical number of a
million, just as soon as MAGNESONIC counterstrikes for this major
ELDER ABUSE DEATH SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 WITH THIS MONSTER ASS
ELDER ABUSE, BROUGHT TO ME BY THE FORT PIERCE HOUSING AUTHORITY, AS
WELL AS THE DIRT BAG NEXT DOOR TO ME IN UNIT 605, WHO THEY BROUGHT
IN HERE TO PERSECUTE ME, AND FOR THIS BEYOND SUPER ASSAULT DAY OF 1
AUGUST, IN 2020;
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
Saturday
was totally quiet and calm from the goddamn time that I got out of
bed around ten in the morning, until the minute that S**K Mexicadoor
began persecuting me with his gods-awful sub box blaster system, at
about 5:40 in the afternoon. He did not
stop until a quarter past eleven, AGAINST
THE HOUSING AUTHORITY REGS, and yet still, no one will
help me, not the crooked and corrupt county officials in Trump's
pocket, not the Fort Pierce Housing Authority, not the police; NOT
NO ONE, and “NO HOW, NO NOTHING”,
if I may quote the great girl from wonderful yesterday's in the
MOTOR CITY!
As
a result of his attack, and according to the radio weather report
that I tuned into from my car over at the local fishing pier, the
fucking hurricane with the weird MAM name suddenly intensified;
leaving me to fully begin seeing a larger truth concerning
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, that
I have been preaching and soap boxing on for fifteen mother humping
years now, on these BOM-BLOGS! When I am
persecuted intentionally by these MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM
DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE-HELL, anything that is bad for me is WORSENED,
as well as of course, the great inverse, and that being, whatever
may be good for me is wiped out and obliterated! In other words,
this does effect the Dow Jones Stock Market, but
it in no way is LIMITED TO JUST THE STOCK MARKET! I have
always known this simple truth that surrounds me in my endless
fucking Earthly HELL, but today, or now yesterday, THIS WAS SHOWN
AND PROVEN TO ME BEYOND ANY POSSIBLE DOUBT WHATSOEVER. Half an hour
or so after the major assault on me, the hurricane suddenly for no
particular reason simply got a lot worse after it had become a
lesser weather system. So in a small way, even a SUPER MOTHER
FUCKING TOTAL BOTBAR WRECKED DAY AND WEEKEND, can be a HUUUUUUUGE
cock sucking favor for me, as what can ever really beat the
discovery of any great truth, or more accurately stated here I
suppose, THE VERIFICATION OF AN ALREADY
POWERHOUSE TRUTH THAT IS WELL KNOWN BY ME, WITHOUT ONE SPECK OF
DOUBT! How I can hear right now, the Latengrate Sir David
Roth, with his endlessly reiterated saying from decades ago, upon
numerous occasions and after we would be struck by WOMO-M2F ENEMIES
on some matter of life; “Mark, they're
just doing us favors”!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA,
Mister James Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!! Hey no matter how we cut this all up and spit it
back out folks, life for me is one horrendous monstrous endless HELL
on EARTH but this one huge deal did come out of this super hellish
prick ass day!!!!!!!!!!
PREDICTION
ON MONDAY'S DOW
JONES STOCK MARKET, AUGUST 3, 2020, WHICH IS BASED ON NEARLY
FOUR DECADES OF UNSPEAKABLE SUFFERING THROUGH THIS
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, THAT HAS BEEN ILLEGALLY USED AND APPLIED
AGAINST ME:
SUPER
HUUUUUUUGE UP DAY
JUST
AS FRIDAY WAS WAY UP DESPITE EVERY GOOD REASON FOR IT NOT TO BE, AND
AFTER YEARS OF LAUGHING AT MY BLOGS; LOGIC INSISTS THAT LIKE IT OR
NOT, SOME PEEPS OUT HERE ARE STARTING TO TAKE THIS FUCKING SHIT REAL
DAMN SERIOUSLY; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO YO YO.
Before
beginning this blog, I asked my GENIE-WHEEL (#A33) three sets of
CNA-SNA Q&A's in my series of recent
Quantum-Roulette-Experimentation's; and this wheel is so far into
BLACK-MATTER space graphing now, that I am mind blown, despite the
fact that it absolutely should be there, after this much endless
death siege on me now for an entire cunt lapping year, and ever
since this the mind blowing incredible increase in my already
nightmarish persecution that began at the start of summer time of
last year in 2020 and as most of you know only too well. Here are
my results of the NON PATTY HOLLISTER ROULETTE (paper-hypothetical):
5--------WWWWW---($+500)
7------LLWWWWW---($+300)
3----------------LLW---($-100)
TOTAL
SPINS------17
TOTAL
VIG HITS---2---($-100)
P&L----($+800)($-200)
= ($+600.00)
NET
PROFIT ON $100.00 GAMING LEVEL
One
other nice thing that happened was Diana's nearly full moon was out
to greet me at the fishing wall near the library. She was a bit
hazed over but still completely visible and lovely. When I first
left the building it was pouring rain and very windy, and the same
weather came back as I returned shortly shy of ten, but in-between,
the stormy conditions abated quite remarkably, as many tropical
systems due as a result of traveling rain bands that circle all
around those types of storm systems. A very pretty AA lady asked me
if I would take her to a local motel when I was stopped at the light
on 7th Street and Avenue A, waiting to turn left and head
southbound. We had just spoken when I was in the hallway on another
floor that I don't live on, as I take the stairs many times and try
to confuse potential enemies as to my activities. The motel was only
a few blocks further than where I was going anyway, as I wanted to
see if DIANA would play with the
streetlight again on the road that has a tall railroad crossover
bridge. This time she played with several of them, turning them on
and off many times, and I yelled out at her, “Hi Diana”. The
girl who I gave the ride to the motel, asked me if I wanted to stay
with her in the room; and I told her that if this damn virus wasn't
happening, I would take her up on her offer. Enough persecution
brings me lots of pussy, as most of my blogaudians know about quite
well from years of reading these blogs. When I got back, the music
was still on, and it went on for another hour and twenty minutes. I
phoned 911, and spoke to an officer. No one wants to help me in this
crooked place. I know as sure as I knew in 2009, that I will be
forced very shortly, to just get into my car AND RUN AWAY FROM ALL
OF THIS, ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no intentions
whatsoever of allowing this monster group from fucking cunt hell, to
get away with this very obviously planned total blood thirsty
premeditated first degree murder of one MARK MOUNTAINPEN MOHR! But
this will bring me to a wild new point about not only being forced
to run away and escape a non alterable problem, but how this same
fucking shit happens on a very regular and quite precise schedule
and pattern, and this pattern is one and the same in length of time,
as our solar cycle of eleven years.
2020,
the problem that is now around me and killing me every bit as much
as when I was kidnapped by the KING FAMILY back up in NO JERSEY, is
indeed 11 YEARS AFTER I ran away before in 2009. But that is only
the very foot wet beginning of it all. Let us not just trace back
some wild shitsapookna and some wild SHIT, MISTER FUCKING MIKE
SUCKS; but rather let me begin and then lead it up to the entire 66
years as I will be 66 years old in another four months, causing me
to now have gone through SIX OF THESE SUN CYCLES. In 1954, I escaped
the PURGATORY to come here as MOUNTAINPEN the future blogger. Now we
add 11 YEARS to 1954, and we come to the year of 1965. This is the
year I met SARAH on TENNESSEE AVENUE in Atlantic City, and yes,
TRIED DESPARATELY TO ESCAPE HER and never could. So now let us add
another 11 YEARS to 1965. We arrive at 1976. This is when that other
horrible monster nut job nabe from hell, Mizz Roberta Lustig made me
beyond crazy while living at that slumlord-heeb owned dive above the
Laurel Road professional and doctor offices, owned by Mister crooked
Greenberg, and where Sir Mike Gutherman was the Resident-Manager
there. I moved out of there into the great wildly name changing
apartment system in Clementon called the Carriage Lamp back then,
while living with my father who had recently returned from an oil
rig where he was one of the cooks, out in the Gulf Waters somewhere
off of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA. So let us now add another 11
YEARS to 1976 so that we arrive at the year of 1987. This is the
year that I ran away from that monster horrific landlord in Cherry
Hill at the transdimensional dreams house on Marlton Pike, Mister
Jag-off Richard BARF Karpf. Now we move to the next solar cycle of
eleven more years, and taking this into the year of 1998. This is
when I managed to finally sell that nightmare fucking SOMERDALE
DEATH HOUSE, and escape those monster nabes from HELL, the SNOT-C
Stozny's and Mike Stozny, who made every day there a living hell,
when I never did one thing to him to make him do this to me. Now we
add 11 YEARS more and we reach the year of 2009, where I ran away
from DAWN-MARIE KING and her CLAN FROM DOGTOWN CUBED! Now 11 YEARS
later still in 2020, here I am in my current HELLishness AND
QUINTESSENTIAL NIGHTMARE. This HALLS FAWCE won't stop doing this to
me every mother fucking 11 YEARS, and even cops and DA's would have
to be blind not to see the obvious and totally unmistakable cunt
lapping pattern to this!!!!!
When
I told the county dispatchers that it does me
no good to call, the officer said to me, “Then
why do you call”? Hey world; quit blaming Donald fucking
shithead Trump, for this mind blowing 1969
Marcucci insanity; as it goes way damn deeper than this
surface level illusion here. This insanity does not originate or
emanate or whatever, from the human realm, and those same Democrats
who scoff at peeps like me who make those claims, go to church and
say that they love Christ. Jesus said that “We
are not wrestling against flesh and blood, but rather, against
powers from the spirit realm that are totally invisible to our human
sensory systems”. I put that Bible scripture from one of
the great GOSPELS into a slightly altered and more easily readable
paraphrase, but anyone out here who doubts that this is exactly what
our LORD JESUS CHRIST both said, and MEANT, can go to their church
or e-mail their pastor, or whatever; while we all await a
Coronavirus Vaccine, the gods willing; and I
promise you that your minister will totally confirm what I am saying
here, yo BRRRR!
Yes
world, Mister WGSP has me totally convinced that my daughter and her
family have done these last two things to me, in the solar cycle of
2009 and now in 2020. He has given me a lot to think about and also,
extremely great reasons for his believing this, and yet still, I
know that behind all of this, lays Jim Burr's great demonic kingdom!
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
AND
WITH OR WITHOUT ANY HADDON AVENUE MEAN COMMENTS IN 1970 BY FUTURE
BLOGAUDIAN FOLKS, OR PERHAPS FUTURE MECHANIC-KIDS WHO MOST
DEFINITELY DO NAUT WANNA' HEAR ANY OF THIS HORRIBLE JUNK FROM HELL
ITSELF.
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JULY,
2020
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PIERCE, FLORIDA,
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MY
BLOGS:
The
Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
JULY 31, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 4:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
''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!
The
real powerful shit is when I tell you what some of my more pertinent
shit is inside of my MATCH-LIST book for items that correspond to
PCN-761, good peeps out here. Try this on for freaking size,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
THROAT
SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL, ECLIPSE,
NOTHING, SHARKEY,
IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY
BUT
WHO REALLY IS VIQUEEN
JEWELLY
ESS WHITE,
AND COULD SHE ALSO BE INSIDE OF ANOTHER GREAT AND WONDERFUL PERSON
OF THE NEW AGE MARVELOUS INTERNET?
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.
(MOUNTAINPEN)
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.
And
then of course, since no one ever wishes to go up on the GOOGLE PLAY
and download my mother fucking APP, you'll never know what this is
all about, in so far as how these numbers translate into these items
such as IS
VIQUEEN JEWELLY
,
and so many other items as well. Hey, I can't twist any of your
arms, so
stay stupid, & God love all of you!!!
AS
I BLOG LIVE AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BOB MCDOWELL,
FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION,
OLD PAL AND KIND SIR, FROM 1972; JERK OFFS ARE MESSING WITH MY
MACHINE, AND VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Now
there is a lot more you can do than ask the magic cat questions
through the use of 36 ordinary playing cards. I
PROMISE,
and will be telling you. AND
NOW YOU CAN DOWNLOAD MY APP!
I
talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.
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