MAY
ALL THE SSSSSSSSNAKES OF THE WORLD, 4-7 FOOT TALL ONES
ESPECIALLY, KNOW HOW VERY PLEASED I WAS THAT MY WONDERFUL GODDESS
MIDDIE SENT ME HER STROBE LIGHT, SAID IN ANOTHER WAY, LIGHTNING CAME
OVER TO SEE ME, BOTH LAST NIGHT AS WELL AS ON THIS FRIDAY AFTERNOON.
AS USUAL, HER BEAUTY AND SPLENDOR BLOWS MY PATHETIC TINY WORTHLESS
MIND!!!!!!!!! SATAN SNAKE tried
to fuck up the blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>>>ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED,
>>>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER
03
“It
is always all about the money”; says the great powerful one
and only once infomercial king, Mister Kevin Trudeau! He has many
fans I am sure, and he can count me as one of them, any old time he
likes, lovely old world!
BUTTT,
big ass BUTTT folks; there are some powerfully close runner
ups to it all, in the grand scheme of everything in this parlor
illusion we appear to all be sharing. This came out and went over
99.99999%+ of the heads of any viewing audience of this great show,
for all Superman fans from the fifties on up to now, it was called
“SUPERMAN 3”. The dude, Ross the Boss, was neither Diana Ross or
the King of Jersey, Mister Bruce Rock-N-Roller Springsteen. This is
how Microsucks Corporation respelled your name, sir, after my attempt
to do so, so if it is misspelled, please scream at them, and not poor
little me. Aniwho, moving right along here, ladies and gentlemen; the
dude who plays the great grampa Anderton, on the great wonderful “Law
& Order” television show; plays this villain dude, (Ross The
Boss), with sidekick comic and coolest dude on Planet Earth, whose
name got knocked out of my MIND CONNECTION to the D-6, as it always
seems to be hacked whenever I try writing anything about him for
reasons again that elude me totally 100%, but this cool comic was in
the Eddie Murphy days, you all know who I mean, there it goes,
Richard Pryor, they released the block-hack ETTOS attack on me. In
this show, Ross The Boss Anderton makes a statement well into the
movie, that is every bit as awesome as that one made by Mister Kevin
Trudeau. He said, “It is not enough that I succeed, but everyone
else must fail”. This hit me bweyond forcefully the first time that
I viewed this great and cool movie in the early eighties. All
powerful people have this secret shared Bohemian desire, because if
they have a lot and we have some, and this goes on and on and on; a
time must eventually arrive by the very in-transmutable laws of
capitalism in its rawest form, that indeed, the have not's must
eventually have nothing at all, and they of course end up with 100%
of the pie. Just shy the entire world of capitalism-loving folks,
cannot see how this sinking ship is a destiny of horrors for the
majority that even my angriest blogs could never hope to fully
address; also, goes far beyond my stupid, moronic, ignorant tiny
mind! It is also however, one of those powerful proofs, at least to
those like me who still do individual thinking and do not live
24-7-365, on stupid ass social media; that indeed, the great
BRIGGBASE OF THE PLANK REALM, (Astral Plane) (Spirit World), has a
small faction within it, of traitors, that are on the side of
righteousness and hate evil and sinfulness, just as much as
Morianity, and Mark Wayne Mohr; ever could. If these doppelganger
waking world people of the EW (Entertainment
World) that create our movies and our music, and any and all
other forms of so-called 'entertainment'; can slip in these kind of
messages from time to time, despite the tiny tiny tiny tiny few folks
like me who catch the real meanings that this is done for a lot
bigger reason than to make a TV movie in the waking world Physical
plane of existence; and my even larger point therefore; is that we
need to look for many of these well hidden messages given to us by
the OTHER EW faction of goodness, not total evil. Let me move on with
this. Many of the worst of all of them, think they are pretty fine
fellas and gals. They are not mugging you and me at ATM machines, and
burning down our homes, and raping our little children, and so forth.
However, their art, no matter who says what, and who ever decides to
believe what; does in fact, cause major evil things to happen, in
various ways, all around the globe. The EW is out there first. They
decide the culture, the way kids will be in each generation, the
fashions, and you name it, it is their world, however; before you
think this is some power trip to own our minds and control us like we
are drone slaves; I remind you all, if you believe any of my
Morianity, then please listen very carefully right now, to the
following information. IT IS ALWAYS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY. They could
give three painful shits, whether any of us actually do or say
things, or copy their created world and culture, that merely happens
as the side effect of their wicked medicines. All meds have a main
effect, and then they have their side effects. To treat a patient
with a medication, the so-called all knowing and wise medical
industry, must research how to make formulas that cause the most
powerful interaction on the main effects while simultaneously causing
the least amounts of interactions with those side effects. You'll
always have them, because we are all a bunch of chemistry, and if
this was not so, then their medicines would be totally ineffective,
as they are there to be a chemical interaction WITH our body
chemistry's. Well, just as with this little example with medicine and
our bodies, so too, the great powerful ENTERTAINMENT WORLD works in
similar ways with all of our MINDS. They are not out there, I assure
you, to control us, but this same side effect does come into play all
the same. They just want to get waelthy as hell making and selling
their wares, in the very same way as would a donut maker, a brick
maker, a watch maker, or a car make. They make music and movies, for
the most part, and it is ALLABOUT THE MONEY for them. However, for
us, we not only go broke paying our life sweat for all of their
rotten junk for the most part; but WE DO have our MINDS major hyper
time effected, by all their sick demented twisted fuckiGN
disease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, of course there are some exceptions.
Gone With The Wind, Moby Dick, Christmas Carol and Scrooge, and a few
scattered works throughout a lot of time, are indeed total
exceptions. There is fine work out there, even in music. Comcast has
a Channel 848 Music Choice for lovely classical music that I can lay
back abnd listen to all day long. Most folks today are so brain
washed and so decayed, it is pointless for me to even go on with any
of this, not when so many other points need addressing, and time will
never permit it all. For example, My so called first initiation into
the great powerful Exploratronic Supermind Society, (ESS). I had to
take some package to a weird COMCAST CABLE TELEVISION OFFICE, up a
windy dangerous road filled with monster huge animals right out of
Jurassic Park, speaking of movies and entertainment! Well, my
powerful family has a branch, as you all know, in with these lovely
people, so there is my connection to road trips, and ball games, and
nocturnal visitations, especially in the last two years of the first
decade of Century-21. WOW, I am a bit slow to figure things out, but
give me some time, and believe me folks; I will figure them all
out!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOT
NIGHTY-NIGHT, SANTA CLAUS, AND PATTY HOLISTER FROM THE YEAR OF 1975.
STILL, THANK YOU FOR HELPING MY MOTHER AND I MOVE FROM OAKLYN, NEW
JERSEY, TO LINDENWOLD, NEW JERSEY! SHALL WE MOVE THIS ALONG NOW?
PLEASE
KNOW FOLKS, THAT I HAVE A DOZEN HUGE THINGS TO TELL YOU, SOME I HAVE
BEEN HOLDING BACK MONTHS, OTHERS YEARS NOW, AND I AM BLOWING UP LIKE
A BALLOON, AND AM ABOUT TO MOTHER FUCKING POP, THAT IS IF I DON'T
REALLY BEGIN TO POP-OFF, ABOUT SOME OF THIS REALLY MAJOR ASS
SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, the mother fucking scum sucking
bastard WOMO-MILITUFORCE just hit me, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, with their
god dam mother fucking (`~HACK), just now at 8:54 Post Meridian.
GREAT
AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM
ALL
AS OF 2014 IN THIS UNIVERSE, EXCEPT FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
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Yes,
that powerful “DREAM” began with unbloggable shit. I will tell
you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was handed to me by the owner of
Haddonwood Health Club or the dude who was there in early AUGUST
of 1996 right before it closed mysteriously down on a dime without
any reason. After grabbing it, Mickey the lifeguard who I only
know from this one particular universe out there in hyperspace;
shouted to me, “Hay King David, wash up you fat slob”! Then as
I stared at him, he charged over to me, and pushed me into the
pool. As I fell in, I realized I was in the deep end part of it,
and that no water was in it. I hit the bottom very hard and heard
my head crack completely open. I then got up and climbed out and
everyone was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's
a zombie, he can't fucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp
counselor, NON RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed
me, shook me hard and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he
threw me in the pool, and this time, it had a normal amount of
water in it. I then found myself scrubbing up with this huge
triple normal full sized soap bar, an dit was a ZEST bar, and I
will not forget this wild shit in seventeen million years. That's
a dam promise!
,
that endless ageless two word sentence not the shortest in
Christianity, “Jesus wept”, but the shortest one perhaps in
Morianity, “Too late”. Well, maybe Paula Weston and I need to
just go ahead and die, Mister McCoy.
AUGUST
29, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 9:00
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 91%, FEELING 95 DEGREES.
DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGE: H-93/L-74
First,
this is a friendly message to anyone that it may concern, and if
it does not concern anyone, it can just be ignored, as with most
things in my Morianity. I never have authorized any of my musical
material to be in any way made public other than what I
temporarily posted onto the SM site known as YOUTUBE, now all
removed, and no one in any way is authorized to do anything with
it in violation of copyright law, nor am I in any way interested
in doing anything with my music, as it is private, and not for
sale, and is copyrighted. Anyone from McKinnon to Pedersen, to
anyone they contract, to any other possibility, is totally 100%
not authorized to send, or use to promote in any way, anything
that is my music, after the date of January 1, 2010. This takes
care of anything that may float around between 2000 and 2009. I
enjoy music in an amateur only way. It is private and personal to
me in many lyrical contents, and this is as far as it will ever
go, despite having some of my music in the late 20th
and early 21st century, legally published, and played
on several mediums throughout the world. That was then and this is
now. Also, I do not sing like the music copy in the Copyright
Office or on the Youtube at one time, the song called, “Spend
Your Time”. This is a technical computerized voice. If I could
really sing that well, I would be doing it at least in some small
capacity locally for pin money. I also have no public samples of
any beats, or voices, used to make tunes and harmonies. What was
used in the past, was my own property, from the past, namely the
year 1984. I have no interest now, nor will I ever, in pursuing
anything connected with the musical industry, and if anyone has
given anyone else any ideas recently to the contrary, it is
without my knowledge and without my permission, as owner and
writer and copyright holder, of said tunes, ranging from 1969
through 2013. This is an official legal statement written now at
twnty-two minutes past nine this evening, 29 August, 2014, signed,
MARK WAYNE MOHR; BLOGGER HANDLE AND NAME, MOUNTAINPEN.
Let
me tell you all something that happened to me somewhere if memory
is serving me correctly folks, that took place while I resided
in a town called Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, from July 15, 1984
through March 31, 1985. This was a rental home owned by a Mister
Lowell Patterson, on Highland Avenue.
I
was working as a security officer on a place called Petty's
Island. It was an island between Camden in Jersey, and
Philadelphia in Pennsylvania. Many powerful things happened while
I worked here from when I still was living at Robin Hill
Apartments at Unit Number 506, my middle stint there totally three
total; and a huge mess all connects into a thousand nightmares.
Even with no hyper space equation, (HSE), it is complicated beyond
what I can blog. Adding a tiny bit of HSE, and we get shjit folks,
that I will get into, as I m ust get into, but when I do; it may
be the beginning of the end of life here on Earth as we all know
it. If you think I'm exaggerating, that is your privilege to
indeed do so, lads and lassies!
First
off, only a handful of Professor M. Kaku types around this globe,
whether at NYU or anywhere else; can grasp the smallest part of
why this is so powerful and so dangerous, and may be why I am
going through so much incredible persecution and siege. First off,
I dared to use a military radio to talk to lightning while working
there as a guard. No human is allowed to talk to a goddess.
Ancient Astronaut Theorists would use an even more dangerous name
for why I got myself into such horrendous trouble back in these
middle eighties times, am I right Agents Condor, and Falcon? In
any case, nobody can tell me or I can love and dictate to me or my
heart; who and what I can fall madly in love with. They think they
can, and they can kill me, or torment me and harass me, and they
do, just that. But no one has the power and ability to stop love,
right Tracy Ullman and Chris 501 Blumblues?
Nobody
I ever met in five million years of my memories in time and
hyperspace now, give or take a few thousand; has ever had a huge
national or global military force just swarm suddenly all around
them, out of nowhere, one day, and keep it up decade after decade
after decade. I am that one person, it did happen to me, and it is
still ongoing. Your belief in my story or in my credibility or
even in my level of personal sanity, is worthless and meaningless,
as if I am nuts, I am nuts. If I am not and this is all true as I
claim, then it is all true. What I think and believe, and what you
think and believe, no offense, is totally 100% irrelevant to the
reality of whatever this situation is. That is just the long and
short of things, folks.
Last
night, I had incredible, what you would call, nightmares. I was
working with some people I know from this universe, and with some
folks I do not know at all from here, Mizz Carolyn Stoddard Nancy
Barrett. In any event, the post was next to a bank building, and
the building doors were wide open late on this night that I was
guarding there, and I walked in for the gods only know what
reason, and began moving stuff around, and an alarm began to sound
and photos were snapped of me from up in the ceiling all over the
place. I knew I was going to go to jail, and was scared out of my
mind, as I would never ever enter private property or a closed
bank in my right mind, yet I had done just this. The nightmare
cannot be fully blogged right now, it would be too dangerous, it
involves my daughter's step father.
Well,
the market had a small up tick today, almost a no change market,
based on its volume size. Still, as I told you all, here it is, oh
yes, what else is new, same old same old?
People,
things all fit together, and in ways beyond what any writer could
even hope to ever get across. For now, please, merely know that is
a true statement. Also, my exact words to the great Sarah-Stacey
Krassle very early in th e nineteen-nineties, with a little Romper
Room type of tune behind it, went, “Wont you stay with me little
girl, won't you stay with me little girl? Won't you stay with me,
won't you stay with me, won't you stay with me, stay with me
Stacey. I will stay with my big boy. I will stay with my big boy.
I will stay with you, I will stay with you, just as freaking long
as you want me to.
I
know the place I worked and sang that tune to myself out loud was
bugged, otherwise, this listening device has to me as McVeigh said
in 2008, some tiny inserted micro-chip planted inside of me
somehow, by this wild and wild and incredible twisted up evil
MILITUFORCE. !
But
back to the Cinnaminson story in the spring of 1985 before moving
to the great Highview Apartments of Williamstown, New Jersey. I
came home from Petty's Island and as I closed the door to the
house, the front door next to the driveway where I had just left
my automobile; a loud crashing broken glass sound happened and I
was scared shitless. Eventually; I began walking around the house,
and in my mom's bedroom, a large and heavy permanently attacjhed
chandelier had just fallen down and smashed to bits on the
hardwood fuckiGN floor.
Please
be sure that you have read the three chapters that preceded this
one, in this new blog-book, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 01-B, and CHAPTER
01-A. Without it, you will be foggy soon on some issues that I am
about to address. That's a major promise.
Sheriff
Claptonshot killed every one of poor Eric's seeds before they
could ever have a chance to grow, and all the old rock and roll
music fans know it. But they cannot tell me, not a one of them,
why you want to kill all my seeds, ever since I left fucking
Haddonfield, New Jersey, and met the great Jim Burr Pratt of 'THE
PERMISSION BARRIER', so is it Copyright 1973 or 21 years later in
1994, when I sent the dozen C-90 cassette tapes down to
Washington-13, DC, YO???????????? So Cardboard ears cousin, what
really is hidden there in Carlisle, PAUSAESMWG? I'll find out
eventually, so the roving towel lady of wealth and her letters
will someday be just another truth in the FBI files, right E.Z
Junior of Ziggy, Dangerfield, and Roseann Neckbites, without the
name!!!!!!!!!!!
All
the clues lie in doing the basic arithmetic functions with the
favorite number groupings of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Still,
what purpose was served by the push off of the Steel Pier? The
nightmares of the family began the day you drowned, so where are
the endless teens and toys and kites of James Patterson, when we
all really need them, BRO??????? Next time you go back to July and
screw with shit, please come down to the FP, South Beach, and just
lay in the hot sun and burn up to a crisp. Thank you. Wow, I never
fathomed that what you told me on the telephone could be real, and
now I am remembering more and more of the wild shit you fed me, if
only I had been fucking taping you instead of you taping me, and
why would you want to tape me anyway, 'Calendars
McDowell'???????????? Everyone in Quakertown as well as Altoona
and Carlisle know fully well about the fall out effect from
knowing me, but then I guess who knows the best, other than MI?
Glad you got out of the city before those lovely trails totally
wrecked you, they do a lot of wild stuff to many people, and I am
no longer the only one that talks about it, so this must tell the
world something about my incomprehensible story of woe. I never
forgot you Ann Reese, glad you and Cody hooked up, he was a cool
little dude, and my friend. Fallout, where do I begin, and what is
it really about, and where does it really come from, and why,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
YOU
ARE CONTINUING TO READ IN THIS BLOG:
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
03
Why
is a busted shandaleer all tied up with hyperspace and music and
where I worked and so much more, you may be wondering. Well, it
is, who would write nearly nine years of wild blogs that make no
sense, and be able to live in society and pass for normal enough
to keep from being g tossed in the fucking booby hatch? Think
about that one for a minute or so, kind
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
GREAT
AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
CONGRATULATIONS;
YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM ALL,
AS OF 2014, IN THIS UNIVERSE, EXCEPT FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
WHY,
SO I'LL BE ZESTFULLY FUCKING CLEAN, OR MAYBE TOO CLEAN FOR FRANK
JANIK IN 1972????
Holy
CALL TEN, right Warren Beaumont of AT&T, and Mister
Rambo, and Miss Blake, and all of you from the middle ass
eighties, OH SHIT; I see a ring-boat coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW I LOVE THAT MOTHER FUCKING DUDE, YO BRO.
Everyone
was screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's a zombie,
he can't fucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp counselor, NON
RED-X MACK KAITER grabbed me, shook me hard and chanted loud
prayers at me, and then he threw me in the pool, and this time, it
had a normal amount of water in it. I then found myself scrubbing
up with this huge triple normal full sized soap bar, and it was a
ZEST bar, and I will not forget this wild shit in seventeen
million mother fucking years, I promise!
Hay,
thank the gods everyone didn't consider me to be th e coward of
the county, right Kenny Rogers? You know I have your number on
Lucille and her pine barrens fudge shop, YO! We won't touch this
dam shit with a country ass whooping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
LIGHTNING is back with me a third time in 30 hours, not a bad
average, visiting me every ten hours, I could live with that, WOW!
I am going to post up and watch my beautiful
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her colors and fractal designs are
driving me literally wild and beyond nuts, folks. No one has a
clue how much I love her!
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AUGUST, 2014.
TTTTTTTTOLD-U-TTTTTTTOMMY!
HAY,
IT CAN'T BE UP EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THE WHOLE MOTHER FUCKING UNIVERSE.
GIMME' A BREAK MARGIE 1985 LEO, FROM CALDOR 113 STORE OF WOODBURY
HEIGHTS, NEW JERSEY!!!!
IT
MAY DROP FOR A DAY AND THEN GO RIGHT BACK UP AGAIN. YEAH, IT DID JUST
AS I SAID IT WOULD, LOVELY GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will tell you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was handed to me by the owner
of Haddonwood Health Club or the dude who was there in early AUGUST
of 1996
right before it closed mysteriously down on a dime without any
reason. Without any reason, huh? No reason that Project BLUBOOK of
the great USA AIRFORCE will tell you about, but I will, unless shit
changes for me, lightning fucking quick, YO!
THIS
TRANSMISSION TERMINATES NOW.
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