SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXIV ------- (0674)
BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH
FUCK
THE DAM WORLD
8:36
PM, THURSDAY NIGHT, 13 DECEMBER, 2012,
WORST
FUCKING THANX-2-GIVENS SIEGE SINCE
THE
MOTHER FUCKING LATE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES.
BLOG
STARTS HERE:
GEE,
DUH, MAYBE I'LL NEED THAT FUCKING HYUNDAI CAR after all, more than
six years later on from those stupid ass television ass commercials.
I will know shortly, but you all need to know some fucking ass follow
up shit, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
called someone and they were supposed top come over and help me to
get that stupid fucking song up on the system and into my computer
library files, as I tried the RIPPING shit and it did not work. Then
again, this machine has so much illness, and hacks, and illegal
tampering going on; that if I could get all the culprits responsible
for it to receive of their deserved justice for doing all of fucking
this to me all my dam adult life, they'd all be strung up along a
wall tied by their fucking hair, feet dangling and kicking, screaming
and oh yes, definitely crying, and then baby-love, I WOULD PERSONALLY
SHOOT ALLOFEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT WILL I DO NEXT,
GEORGE FOREMAN AND TAHREN GANDHI, DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW, AND DO YO
FEEL YOU KNOW, OR GO SO FAST AND SLOW; FOR DAM JUST UNDER FUCKING
THREE CUNT SUCKING DECADES?
It
will not matter anyway with what I will tell you, because the person
that was going to help me was going to to it Saturday, and that is
the only time she can do it, and the only time I can get some work
done on my busted fucking vehicle, is also Saturday, life is a series
of random bad luck for me, OH SURE IT FUCKING IS; YOU DUMB LOSERS AND
IGNORAMUS'S OUT HERE. Sure it is BRO.
It is always just my bad luck and a mere fucking coincidence, but
Dave Roth, my real pal, before the 'Mason-Club' covertly had him done
in, for daring to share the best kept secret on Earth of who I am, as
coming from me, this will always just have a zero-rated-credibility
factor; exactly the amount that my Resident Property Manager, DM; has
with me, from this date forward; oh yes. Good old David knew the real
truth, that there are no coincidences, or they are very rare, in the
life of mother fucking 'MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR'!
Just
let me attempt to get that fucking dam song, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING
OVER”, up to any public arena, just the dam music
track of 1984,
and POW, they FUCKED IT UP FOR THE 348TH FUCKING TIME SINCE EARLY
LAST SPRING TIME, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not
be around more than a few more days, but then you all may not be
either, SO THAT MAKES US FUCKING EVEN, if my 1983 computer that I
built, called, “MAGNESONIC”, that runs on ripped off Superman-3
Richard Pryer LIGHTNING POWER; oh mighty ILLUMINATI LAMBRIGG
CULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CULT IS VERY REAL ON THE ASTRAL-PLANE. IT IS
MERELY A LOT MORE TANGIBLE AND
PHYSICAL
ON THE TANGIBLE-MATERIAL-OR-PHYSICAL-REALM
OR “PLANE” OF EXISTENCE. Existence is a very strange concept,
mostly because most of you all reading this blog think you know what
the hell it is, at least your current (now) real-time existence. You
could not have it more reversed and fucked up if you gave it all the
college tries in the Ivy woods times a thousand,
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your existence is something
and of course no words will ever exist to communicate the reality of
this, and is why advanced entities no longer use them, lightning or
the ELECTRON does not, she can convert to groups of many letters or
short pre-known to HER sentences referenced to equal a coded number
for HER to access during a randomly generated number event, used
intentionally for indeed communicating with this highly advanced
entity, that is considered by peeps of science as a large sub-atomic
particle of the three group, but since I cannot blog pixelated or
graphic stuff as I can barely operate now with all the hacking and
endless fucking SANCTIONS done to me 24-7-365.2422 by the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; but let me give it my best try right now,
explaining what your real existence is and is all about, you know,
those famous lines we all hear, “Our place in the universe” and
so, what is it? If I want to make up a word that helps me describe a
group of dots or lines or LED's, whatever, that have a programmed
order in both color and pattern arrangement, based on a mathematical
pattern as well as a manipulated pattern through random generated
numbers, done with computers connected in the same circuit line with
large electrostatic lightning balls, so that the electron will change
the otherwise randoms, into photographs of a brand new form, that can
speak to all of us frail mere mortals, here in this Astral Plane
dream-down-life, or waking world caporial existence inside virtually
countless and infinite parallel universes in the all compassing
multiverse, or the realm of waking lands of many songs. Verse means
song, and uni as in universe, verses multi as in multiverse, further
depicts the fact that there is always one song that we are part of as
members of its choir, while all the others are part of what we think
of, in total error, as the dreamworlds, the many songs that many
choirs also are not only there, but we too are there singing right
along, yet only come to these choirs when we rest our heads on our
pillows, shut our eyes, and then proceed to lose our waking world
awareness, AKA falling asleep.
Some
scientists of the 2nd
decade of the 100 decades, belonging to 'M-3', or the third
millennium, THIS PRESENT DECADE, with the 8 teen years left in it now
along with a handful of days if Maggie will not do its job in all
parallel realities, and I know that I will be switched over to one
where it goes on, no matter what, because of the World Laboratories
and the Distance Delay Laser Retrace System they have and that is
being used by my wonderful friend Donna, huh Haddonwood Joe, but yes,
some of these great men and women of science are just now realizing
that one part of a brain so large it would never be able to be
grasped by a million Albert Einstein's, makes this one universe, and
even its many parallel other singing choir near and far twins. They
call it the Theory of universe membrane. Existence works a little bit
in and through this concept, but is much bigger still, than that. To
grasp it, one must totally think backward, something that even the
top think tank peeps just are not yet ready to do. You must see the
void first, then the dream out and away from it, down lower in
dimensionality, into the realm of LAWTRONICS where systems a little
bit along the lines of the MATRIX MOVIES, places order and
in-transmutable laws around the entire dream out from this void
infinity of pure existence that requires no other thing other than
its own 'existing'. Then from here it drops once these things become
established, down into a MIND REALM, the lower 6th
dimension, from the higher 7th
dimension of the Lawtronics. Then the entire system of this MIND
REALM, dreams down into what is referred to here and now, much
further away and down the line even still, from the original void
infinity, into an Astral-Plane, and then from this ASTRAL-PLANE, we
are still such huge entities, that no one existence or universe life
could contain us, it would be equivalent to the following story. Take
a 1000 watt 8 ohm amplifier and connect two tiny 1 or 2 or 5 watt
shelf speakers to it, and then crank it up to the maximum, and
instead of the source which in this case is the amplifier, delivering
wonderful good music to you, you just get two burned out fried
speakers and nothing. But attach a special mother board where you can
hook up 500 or 1000 of these same speakers, and each one now, can
experience that full volume from the source, each one is nopw placed
in a different area or separate universe, and this way it will work.
This is why there is such a vast dream-down with us, we are two big,
our spirits or souls of whatever you may insist on labeling the real
and true “US”n is too huge on the Astral-Plane to just dream it
all down onto one little choir, we require a multitude of them, a
multiverse. This means, a hyperspace must exist, and we exist in and
all throughout it, but without ever being seemingly connected one to
another in three dimensions, only in all five of them. Until you
learn this powerful truth that even top universities just now are
starting to get small ideas about these truths, and apply them
through the techniques that I have blogged and listed, forget about
ever moving in the 4th
or the 5th
dimensions, and that means, you are living a very black and white
mono life. You may not realize it, but let me rudely awaken you all
here. If humankind abnd our technology never went past black and
white 12 inch television screens, you would still be happy with them
as you would be forever unaware of the so much more and greater, that
is out there beyond your limited mind and ability to grasp any small
part of it. Your existence in this great VOID needs no air. It also
needs no ingredients that you cannot imagine not having as a walking
talking breathing human being here in waking life Earth. It requires
no sitting or laying down, or standing, it requires no space or areas
or distances, it requires no items or objects or any tangible things,
ideas, concepts, it requires no time or separateness between this
event or interaction, and then the one following it or preceding it,
there is no such idea or concept or even reality at all that is to
it. It is not there, only you are there, nothing else, there is
nothing, and that nothing is all that is real, and is one and the
same thing with this magical thing that you can try and imagine as
your true existence, your SOUL if you absolutely insist on bringing
that word into this and cannot yet tare yourself away from ancient
words and ideas, that are not wrong; just, like I am; very, very,
very, very misunderstood. This YOU, that is me and all of YOU, all
combined as ONENESS, is EXISTENCE. We all are totally ONE, in zero
dimension or the VOID INFINITY, and this is why a meditator who can
trance out for hours and go deep without being asleep and out of
control with it, can bi-locate, become one with anyone else, and the
list is endless, and is beyond words like cool or hot or awesome,
even if you make them bigger by a factor of trillions and trillions.
No word can do justice to being able to at will, open yourself up,
while alive and human, to certain unfathomably wild 'mystical'
experiences. You would not be able to do this, if you were not all
ready, FIRST---IN THE VOID, PART OF THE LAWTRON REALM, THEN THE MIND
REALM, THEN THE ASTRAL REALMS, AND FINALLY THE HUGE 5TH DIMENSIONAL
HYPERSPACE CALLED THE MULTIVERSE. Without learning how to tink in
reverse, and continuing on with trying to diagnose this cosmos around
us from inside it as opposed to from the truth or the void infinity,
well, simply put, YOU
JUST NEVER WILL!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I'll take the Steve Hawking further than they have ever been before,
since they are not too long for this world, to put it humanly, and
they really have a right to know, and laugh, if that is what they
wish to do, sawn them, peeps. First we will do one non scientific or
fictional story book kind of parable here folks, and then we'll
finish up with a real Obama Whopper, and tell the non story of the
cosmos, and say what I never yet told, as I may be dead by morning or
very soon afterwards, something is definitely coming right around the
fucking corner, and this is a lot bigger than the fucking Mayan
Calendar, it merely is a bit funny and strange that this is all
indeed gearing up in such perfect synchronicity,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll admit that right
off the fucking bat without so much as moving an eyebrow to keep
mister Spock happy and non-plagiarized, and the hell I can for a lot
of dam minutes, you old great fish of the bay, Captain Kirk of 1986,
watch out for those really good curly haired young teenaged darlings
now, you are not exempted any more than I am, from ending up on
Rikers frikkin Island,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
will start with the fictional thing, and speaking of Star Trek, the
NEXT GENERATION shows that followed on the heels of that great whales
movie from autumn time-1986, and tropical fruit juices from the
Islands, all be dammed, right again mister frikkin Spock? You all
know the story of how the TV show, “Smart Guy” just suddenly
replaced the reruns of the STAR TREK-TNG just over a year and a half
or so ago, and when did this magic go down, Mister and Misses
Hogwarts Drownedbays? Don't beat me up MC, I am just learning to
laugh like you did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
moving on, I told about Riker and his interaction with the young
lovely “Q-GIRL”, all real Star Trek fans know this episode, they
were not shy, I used Magnesonic since the middle eighties, long
before the start of this NEXT-GENERATION show began, at least two
years, and look at the twister part of the show for just one thing,
but that is a mere small and side frikkin issue folks. When this girl
got the Lieutenant Commander Will Riker down on some created world
that she poofed up out of nowhere, I can hear my 1983 song loud and
clear, and the lyrics that my kid wrote around it very cleverly in
her opening, if she denies it, it is because she did it unconsciously
or she does know it and naturally, come on, do you expect peeps top
really ever admit to the stuff that I tell? She did this 14 years
after I did the original song in Atco, New Jersey, where the June 21,
2008 first huge 21st
century interaction struck me where she was trying to get me off to
the side and tell me some big secret, only she could not, as we were
constantly followed by that dam glarry eyed weird dude. It's all up
there on the blogs to be archived. Someone
on 36th
Street, out in SM, Cally,
does not like this blog, as it
just got super hacked,
with a huge pop up screen, and then all of my recently typed words,
got all rearranged, and fucked up; but I repaired it,
HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the other part of the Star Trek
thing takes us back to many recent shows about this great show, just
in the past one or two years, where even the son of the great Gene
Roddenberry was on and talking about the effect that his father's
show had on so many people, I count myself not only as a fan, but one
of the top ten who had major effects result from my being a fan,
happen around me. Supposedly, this fantastic show, “STAR TREK”
was responsible for many many many many devices and technologies, and
other non tangible items as well, attitudes, and even basic
futuristic sociological changes. But not a soul wants to hear the
biggest one of all, coming from the near end of the first two main
shows, the original and then the sequel of TNG. This was how I very
logically made a great point that proved just what it set out to
prove, my life, and the story with Riker and the “Q-GIRL”, and do
I believe a few nights ago that that “Q” just got accidentally
typed in mistakenly? What do you all think,
YO?????????????????????????? I know the truth, do any of you have a
small clue?
Now
the non fictional parable and story does not involve television or
entertainment whatsoever, or people. It is all about the cosmos and
what so many documentaries about the cosmos talk about for the past
3-10 years now on the more educational television channels. I will
have to compress and super downsize-nutshell this or we could be all
dam night long. All of the combined EXISTENCE at the VOID INFINITY
that also exists in all these DREAM-OUT FORMS AND EXPRESSIONS, is but
one, count it, ONE, thought, one combined THOUGHT-TOTAL, all of this.
To
shift the gears for a second here, my FUCKED UP ROTTEN NEIGHBORS FROM
HELL ARE SLAMMING DOORS AND SHOUTING VERY LOUDLY OUT IN THE HALL, IT
HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR HALF AN HOUR NOW, AND IT IS NOW ALMOST A
QUARTER PAST TEN, BUT NO ONE CARES, AND DEBBIE TURNED OUT TO BE A NO
GOOD ROTTEN LIAR, BUT THEM WHAT ELSE IS NEW FOR ME, THIS IS THE VERY
FUCKING OLD STORY OF MY GOD DAM NMISERABLE CUNT LAPPING LIFE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
back to the non fiction story about what UI never fully worked my way
into in these first 7 years of my internet blogging, regarding what I
know about the truth of cosmos that no one else does, because there
is an awake part of my future life within me, called Labber Zeejins
from the twenty-two-nineties. I do not have a great clear memory of
it any more than I have a great clear memory of the first six years
of my life, it is naturally a bit jumbled and mixed up, but what I do
know and remember,
I DO,
as the famous only the World Owners and not to the world, song from
1986 goes, “Real Good Girl”.
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador-dogs (L-4); the entire enchilada, the
entire fullness of everything that some think of as the first
hydrogen ion, before a velocitronic explosion or a (big-bang), and
before that were many things in-between the void and the lower levels
of reality that lead throughout this subatomic realm with many still
unknown multiple forces and laws. We'll continue this in sections,
but for tonight folks, please simply know this. Our oneness
collective is like one thought inside a huge brain. This collective
is not our universe, remember, this includes the entire 7th
dimension where all else is merely dots of beyond miniscule size
below that. Now in the 8th
dimension is a realm where this one brain contains all the void
infinities that are part of what results when multiple 7th-dimensions
form, or better said, get dreamed out and away from their void
nothingness states. In a small way, this brain is trying to know
YYYYYYYY this is all being done, not that anything really IS being
done, but to the perspective of this 8th-D brain, I use that
terminology for lack of a better one, hay I only went to the 8th
grade, in this series of Astral-Dream-downs as MARK WAYNE MOHR, and I
am doing the very dam best that I can with all of this, thank you
very much, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
wrap up just what point that I wish to maker tonight on this blog
folks, let me end things with thissssss, Erica-1983.
The
brain that is trying to learn the great YYYYYYYYYY is not all that
much different that the kids in a playground when young. You
eventually, at least in my younger days, would meet a smart ass that
would do one of two things, either continue to mimic back exactly
what you just said word for word, or else just keep saying back to
you, no matter what you would possibly say, “WHY”. And this could
occasionally generate some real good nasty playground-rage. I saw a
good ten fights break out with fists after some yelling first,
between the time that I was say about age four and age eleven. I
suddenly grew up as I got closer to twelve and refused to hang with
children anymore. Within a small period of time after that, I was
really thousands of years old ibn a child's body, all over again.
Still don't want to hear this Steven McGinty and Steven Marcus? Will
I always be just the fucking new kid in your rotten town, with
everyone letting me endlessly down, such as the most recent horse
shit with rotten DM? Well, there is an even higher loop above this
8th
dimension, the 9th
one, and this brain is always mimicking and saying to the lower one,
“BECAUSE”, and the endless sandbox game goes on unrelentingly.
Why, because, why, because, why, because, dot dot dot and around the
entire loop until the entire dimension is filled up and then it loops
around shooting up even higher to the next newest two brains that are
endlessly also battling between themselves, why and because, and this
loops around into a chain. The many chains finally loop around into a
bigger chain. LAWTRONICS is the reason for this, and it would take me
1,000 centuries to explain to you, how something down lower in the
7th
fucking dimension, can be in charge of making everything loop around
endlessly, but it does, and for now, take my word for it; or else
suffer through 30 million Moby Dick sized books that just maybe, will
enlighten you all on why this is all so.
Don't
blame me if all sorts of nasty shit strikes the world, as this attack
on me is totally unforgiving, and is why I am telling this very large
TOTAL REVENGE SECRET
tonight, or “TRS” as we called them in 2007 and those earlier
days of my blogs.
Well,
I asked why this day was BOTBAR TIMES fucking six, and GAGA told me
PCN-330, and we can get into the wild shit pertaining to this on an
upcoming series of blogs. Also I played two roulette games, one with
my non-quantum-system roulette and one with my quantum enemy faction
WOMO part, or my NABES. I have made 3 units today with playing the
enemy nabe faction and another 3 playing the system that I thought
had crashed and burned, and is still burning like a flare like the
love that I share, with my Lightning Strobelight Diana Arteemis
aniwho, still a gift given to me by empire ruler and All mighty
SSJKK, but yes, despite BOTBAR X 6, another 3 units won, TEE-HEE-HEE,
Lilly. Over the past 6 days with these across the hall folks from
cunt lapping hell cubed, I have made a total of 28 units if my memory
is right, I do not feel like getting the book out and adding 3 units,
I think the last days starting on Saturday totaled 25 units until
today's additional 3 units. I will say nighty-night to you all folks
now.
***THIS BLOG ENDS***
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