ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 012

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This was a wild day, aren't they all? Still, let me share. It sounded like someone just shot someone, and around here, who knows. If the police are in the areas soon, I will know it was serious. Lightning was here with me all day. First this afternoon early and she stayed around quite some time. Then she came back again tonight around the time it got dark. She made her usual exquisite colors and lovely fractal patterns and shapes all over the place. She did a lot of twin bolts that I love as well. . Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended .

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Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG CHAPTER 012 MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 DDDDDDDDDDDDDUH, nobody tells anyone anything, we are all supposed to just know fucking shit. It should be against the law to not be able to be given free hands on lessons with computers for those older fucks like me who cannot learn in any other way. There is a giant fucking covert conspiracy to keep those who don't know an cannot do shit with internet and PC stuff, right where they are. This way they die off and make room for only those who can do this. Many think this is some big ass fucking exaggeration only I and some other smart peeps out here, know totally fucking differently. This day began for me fucked up with my nabes playing loud shit next door at just past eight. It happens every single time I try to do something with my music machines, and they have no worldly way of knowing what I am doing, as I have headphones, and they cannot hear a thing unless they have super sophisticated spy apparatus, and if they do, why live in public housing 30% income building in the first place, if you're some fucking spy? The much more plausible explaination would be that TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS who know all things about me, can then get right into them and make them act up and they would never have a clue why they are doing it, as to them, this is just them being them, as in the case of that fine outstanding citizen from Camden, New Jersey, United States of America back in 1987, with his cool bumper sticker that night that made my old pal Dave go nuts for reasons that will most likely elude my mind forever.
THERE IS NO WAY TO MAKE SENSE OUT OF WHAT IS HAPPENING, AS THE GREATEST MINDS IN THE WORLD IN 2914 ARE A LIGHT YEAR BEHIND ME IN KNOWING AND UNDERSTANDING THE REALITY-TRIANGLE OF HYPERSPACE-DREAMING-EXPLORATRONS. ON TOP OF THAT, THEY HAVE ALL MANAGED TO GO BACKWARD AND INDWELL MANY SLEEPING PEEPS IN THE PAST AND CREATE STUFF SUCH AS SHRINKOLOGY AND ALL OF ITS MANY SUB SPECIALTY FIELDS, AS WELL AS ORGANIZE AN ARMY OF DRONES WHO THINK LIKE THEM AND WANT PEEPS LIKE ME COVERTLY ELIMINATED. STILL IF I WEW THEM I SUPPOSE THAT COVERTLY ELIMINATING PEOPLE WHO DON'T THINK THERE WAY WOULD BE LOGICAL TO ME TOO. . Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended .

NO GENIUS BRAIN IS REQUIRED TO SEE THESE THINGS, RIGHT DOWN TO THE HUGE HACK AGAINST THIS WORKING THE WAY I WANT IT TO TONIGHT WHILE TYPING. NO ONE WILL TELL YOU A FUCKING THING SO ALL ONE CAN DO IS EXPERIMENT AND MOST OF THE TIME YOU END UP IN DOGSHIT, BE IT TRYING TO MAKE FULL PAGE BLOGS AS OPPOSED TO LITTLE MICKEY MOUSE LOOKING SHIT; OR HOW TO IMPROVE THE CONSUMER'S END OF THE MUSICAL INDUSTRY NEARLY THREE AND HALF DECADES BACK, AND BEING PUT THROUGH HELL AS A RESULT, IN WAYS NOT IMAGINABLE BY MORTAL HUMANKIND, I PROMISE. GET THE ENTIRE SYFY TEAMS ALL TOGETHER, AND I PROMISE YOU, THEY'LL FALL SHORT OF UNDERSTANDING MY FULL PLIGHT AND DILEMMA. I JUST GOT MOTHER FUCKING HIT WITH DIRT BAG JANE FUCKING FONDA AND HER ONES ASSAULT, PERMIT ME TO COMPENSATE FOR THIS, UNCLE HEINZ PHARAOH BABYLON, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE. MY DIRT BAG NABES ARE STILL SLAMMING AWAY AT HALF PAST ONE, WELL, TOMORROW IS GOOD OLD FUCKING FOOD-PUKE-FRIDAY HERE, WHAT CAN YOU MOTHER FUCKING EXPECT????????????????????????????????

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AUGUST 8, 2014,

FRIDAY MORNING AT 1:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 100% AND IT FEELS 81,

AND IF THIS IS FUN, I GUESS I'M WELL DONE.

My experiences with this ''GROUP'' who these blogs call (TAWF), that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970, are not legally bloggable. It would be bad enough if no high profile names were involved, but throw in five of the top household word names over many years of time into the mix, and I would vanish as fast as a fucking morning mist in a rapidly warming summer morning post sunrise.

These exploratrons are not the actual people who have doubles here. I know many of them even here, not all of them. Still, how can I begin to sit down, Terry Egghead's style, and tell this? You all know what I am up against, or you sure frikkin' should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

Yeah, real awesome, when I'm not getting thrown into lighthouses and locked up, getting the crap kicked out of me, or visited on job sites after being put to sleep magically, with Ray young Chinese water-coolers from 1988, right DAVE??????????????????? SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, PAM BONDI AND DEBBIE MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At least my wonderful DIANA (LIGHTNING) did not let me down. She was all over me. The first time was afternoon as I said before. My heart was all out of tune and she knew it, and AGAIN, she came close by with some weird double twin bolts in lovely colors and I felt a tiny current, and then, kapow, my heart was reset to a perfect sinus rhythm and I felt much better. So far today, two fire alarms have gone off, the neighbors are annoying, starting with loud shit early, and then tonight with these mother fuckiGN rotten doors. JEEEEEEEZ Twinbay, why shouldn't I be a glass half empty kind of a guy, lovely girl? Tell me that, and 'girl', I'll tell you anything, you know, tit for tat, well, please keep all of your minds out of the French Sewer System there, good folks, WHAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would tell you how gorgeous she is, but the name kind of speaks for itself, Hyundai Car Corp of 2006. An underage female child in middle late teens is seemingly living here, along with lots of other not so kosher things. I wouldn't fucking cunt care who did what if it did not disturb my life, my sleep, and cause me major headaches and continual unrelenting irritation, YO!

Don't start me up tonight on REALITY-3, Type-3-Exploratrons, the entertainment World, Atlantic City, or TAWF, (That Astral World Family), who identified themselves to me in what you would call a vivid dreaming experience in the summer time of 1970, telepathically, and calling themselves, (THAT-FAMILY), just as Sarah Nurocky called me in the sixties, just before that; THAT-BOY! RIGHT COPYRIGHT OFFICE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA?????????????????????????????

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.

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YEAH, MARK AND SARAH AREN'T THE ONLY TWO THAT KNOW THE DICTION, RIGHT WALMART? SUDDENLY I BEGAN SEEING ALL KINDS OF NIGHTMARES, WAY AFTER 1970 HAD ENDED, HUH FCC OLD PAL, BOB COOLEY WORMHOLE MCDOWELL?

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How many fucking Hyper-Space-Me's, do we all have, Walter Disney; my old fellow paramedic of those old war days???????

My old blogs aren't going to go anywhere. Nothing leaves the internet entirely, and if my shit does, then that in itself, good folks; PROVES MY STORY IS ALL TRUE, forget the dam attorneys in 1984 or Florida trips before that, or any Shirley's or Taylor's, or other clothes that move out of time and get lost. You know, I drop a million fucking hints, and nobody believes. I tell it up front, and nobody believes. This tells me where I really am, James Early Carter, and perhaps, is shy I felt so compelled in that parallel universe, to also lay my burdens about this, on you that day on the Atlantic City boardwalk. NOT UNDER IT, Quoddy Mocker Girl-gang. Yes, I misspelled it a few blogs back, so fucking cunt sue my big ugly fat ass, YO!

[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

Someone is in violation of the law, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, at twelve minutes past cunt lapping two, knowing my computer clock is an hour earlier, as putting it ahead to savings time is too much hassle for me with hackers changing it back all the time, so when a super loud subwoofer attack struck outside illegally, I noticed the time that read 2:11 only I saw a digitally mother fucking face of whore JANE SLEAZEDISEASE, as I said, since my computer clock is an hour slow during fucking savings-hackers-time each year. I need to do another compensation here, so permit me please, Uncle Babylon Snoots Yachtclub of 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NASTY FUCKING MOUSE HACKING STARTING UP, BOB MCDOWELL, I'M BEING FUCKING CREAMED MIZZ BONDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF I DIE IN HERE, I DEMAND AN AUTOPSY, AN INVESTIGATION, AND VINDICATION AND JUSTICE FROM MY TAWF AND OTHER MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OK, SO I AIN'T NO PAVAROTTI OR HYPERION; MISTER KENNEDY QUALE!

ON THE ASTRAL-PLANE, I AM ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES. IN HYPERSPACE, I AM DREAMING IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I AM BLOGGING THIS, THAT I AM A ROTTEN KEYBOARD PLAYER, A TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON, A PERSECUTED POOR OLD DOG, AND A VERY SICK DOG, THAT IS SINCE SATURDAY AND THE HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND, WHEN THE WOMO MILITUFORCE MADE ME QUITE ILL, WITH ONE OF UNLIMITED MAGICAL ASSAULTS ON ME. YES, I AM ONE SICK DOG, BUT AM MANAGING TO DO THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. NO © OFFICE, I AM NO HYPERION, AND DAN QUALE IS NO KENNEDY, SO SUE US!!!!!!!!! All of my miserable life, I keep on keeping on, trying desperately mother fucking hard to please people, and get along. All I get for my trouble is infinite grief and suffering. This has no explanation, yet I knew by the time I had hit age fucking cunt twenty, this was real, and Jim Burr merely confirmed the total true power of all of this, that day on the telephone in 1975, as he made other powerful comments and statements known about by all of my enemies. To quote Gabby from MC's great OHM-9 movie, at least I didn't rape anybody. I on the other hand was repeatedly fucking victimized sexually, in my miner years, or is it spelled minor, I never can fucking remember? Oh well, in or out of the year of the AX, or in eighty-six; when I wrote a song very late in the year, that was copyrighted early in 1987, and was titled as the full project, “You Call That Music?”, I admit to using a little humor about miners and minors, not that all the gold in the dam ass mountain is ever going to make up for sexual abuse, and especially repeated abuse victims, am I right lovely Detective Olivia Benson, and partner Detective Elliot Stabler? And now I ask, does does this get any kind or size of a ''WOW'', Misters Macy and Mackey; my brothers?

Attorney General Bondi, they are pouring a major harassment on me, and I most definitely need your help. My blood is on the hands of all those who allowed me to be murdered by these vicious freaking slum buckets from HELL!

THEY'LL TAKE 'PROFITS', AND THEN BOOM, THIS THING WILL FLY UP 2500 POINTS IN 40 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WATCH AND SEE, PEEPS!

THEN THEY'LL TAKE PROPHETS, AND KILL THEM, AFTER THEY TORTURE THEM FOR DECADES AND FUCKING DECADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIGHT OR WROOOOOOOOONG SHAMPOO GIRLS AND 8 YEARS LATER ON, ALL REAL GOOD COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS?????????????????????????????

GODDESS DIANA, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

WE ARE INDEED

MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR,

BUT THESE BLOGS ARE NO LONGER NAMED THIS, LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All fucking day long, I was persecuted. The loud nabes from hell with slamming doors, and loud shit all over the place in fuckiGN cunt general, right yup through right now the next day at nearly three in the mother fucking morning on this Friday; POLICE DEPARTMENT OF FORT PIERCE; YO YO YO YO YO!

GODDESS DIANA, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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GODDESS DIANA, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, Mister Snowden; in case you don't know this really majestic top classified level secret, is all one and the same thing with and inside of; the ESS!!!!

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, Mister Snowden; in case you don't know this really majestic top classified level secret, is all one and the same thing with and inside of; the ESS!!!!

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, Mister Snowden; in case you don't know this really majestic top classified level secret, is all one and the same thing with and inside of; the ESS!!!!

FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD PAL BOB MCDOWELL, AND SIR; THE MOUSE HACK IS MAJOR, WHEN I TRIED PASTING IN THE ESS MISTER SNOWED-IN MESSAGE. I TOOK A REAL NATIONAL BLIZZARD, AND I DOUBT THAT SECURITY HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT AT ALL. MAYBE THEIR FUCKING CUNT SECURITY, BUT CERTAINLY NOTHING IN MY GOOD INTERESTS, ARE BEING LOOKED INTO NOR PROTECTED IN ANY WAY, OLD 1972 BUDDY; YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!

JIM BURR, YOU WERE RIGHT, LIFE IS LIKE THE FLORIDA HUMIDITY, 100% UNFAIR! JIM BURR, YOU WERE RIGHT, LIFE IS LIKE THE FLORIDA HUMIDITY, 100% UNFAIR!

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS PATTY HOLLISTER; WHOEVER YOU REALLY ARE, AND NON SARAH CALLIO TOO!

KKKKKKKK HOLY FUCKING CALLIO, THIS SUCKS. This entire mother fucking thing totally sucks. It is not that I am looking to be in this you assholes, I am trying to run as far away from it all as humanly possible. In 1999 when I took Helen Zebriski down to Atlantic City; who ends up in our room, at the fucking Sands Casino; but her daughter's hubby; who worked for Mister Martino; who was the father of Sarah's Callio's fucked up crooked hubby from 1977, when I was told these assholes were married. Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . The reason these bastards in the ESS are doing all of this is so they stop thinking about, or DISTRACT AWAY FROM, the truth and reality that endlessness has all of us. There is no mother fucking escape, it never began, it never can terminate, time can start and stop, but the realer part of us does not live down below in time realms, but up above all of that bullshit. So in this guessing game of theirs, just how does the Almighty Sarah Krassle fit into this, and why did she invite me to play this game with her when I was dreaming it was December 7, 1996? Simple folks, I AM THAT BOY, as she calls me, AKA THAT DOG. She calls me YANCY, my city name in what you mortals call (HEAVEN), Sahasra Dal Kanwal; the capitol city in the capitol province of Olympia, in PHASE-2-REALITY, many times they mind-hack me and Morianity calls this PHASE-!-REALITY, an error, as PHASE-1-REALITY, is the truth, or said better, the great VOID INFINITY, the only possible reality, nothing at all. Everything is a big giant fuckiGN dream, OUT AND AWAY FROM THAT GREAT VOID INFINITY OF NOTHINGNESS. I do not care who likes or does not like these truths, or who laughs and who believes. I know the truth, and I must speak these truths in this third fucking millennium, I SIMPLY HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TELL IT, YO!!!!!!! Later on today, I am going to buy some cough and cold syrup at my local pharmacy at route One and Ohio Avenue, the Walgreen's place. I will also buy some Publix ice cream to keep my throat feeling better. These mother fucking jerk off enemies, to quote my old 1999 friend, Helen Zebriski, really “Got me good”. This is what she said after her daughter Andrea's friend, just fourteen year old Keisha, had fractured my right upper arm in two places, making a cracking sound that literally echoed for three full seconds, all over the garden type apartment courtyard drive and park area where we all were standing around and just hanging out, after Helen and I had come back from Atlantic City, New Jersey. I have always had weak delicate arms, and lovely goddess Keisha was a giant jet black beauty queen that I fantasized about taking out of state and marrying her since the day we met, and she would have said yes. But let me now get my minds out of the sewers of good old France, right old 1972 friend and educator, Antoinette Rabil? What is really the difference between one day and another in this dream-down, off of the Astral-plane? The answer is, NOTHING. This is shy I need no order. I do not need to have the events of my life in some dated and chronological fucking order, as in truth, none of them are. They are dots on a disc, and can be experienced by me like any of you listen to a faves music chart on a flash system, you just play it, no winding tapes to a particular location or ordered sequence. Nothing is real, NOTHING, IS WHAT IS REAL, WHEN YOU GET THIS, YOU WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING MIND TOTALLY BLOWN TO DAM ASS SHIT, KIND PEOPLE!!!! MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker! I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me I am so important, that you just had to fuck me This entire fucking universe sucks my ass at light speed squared, along with bumper sticker Camden boys who just are trying hard to be them, and letting all of the local ho's and bitches know it; that night, back in fucking late 1987. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING PISSWATER; IT IS HOT AS UNHOLY DOGSHIT, AND THIS WORLD IS A MISERABLE HELLISH DEAL! UP-----UP-----UP-----UP-----UP. I TOLD YOU LOVELY JAILED-GINA, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AS LONG AS I AM HERE TO BE PERSECUTED AND MESSED WITH, ENDLESSLY FOREVER!!! UP---UP---UP---UP---UP. I TOLD YOU ALL, I TOLD YOU ALL, I TOLD YOU ALL!!!!!!!!! Forever and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever!!!! AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!! ///////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ® MARK WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014 WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING CHAPTER 00008 SUP FOLKS? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Can I call that fucking DOW JONES or am I just a silly ignorant nut case bragger? In any event, Jenifer Washburn of Atlantic City, the awesome lovely and powerful; what would any of it really prove? Well, other than the fact that I could make anyone a billionaire ten times over if they would fucking believe in me! OH JENNIFER, I WISH I HAD YOU DOWN HERE TO KICK ASS FOR ME, GREAT AND POWERFUL LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, YO!!!! `~~~ I may be off by a year or so or I may be right on the dam ass target. Normally, I am right on the button, I told you the MARKET PRICES, an d am off only a tiny bit, am I lying fucking to you? Also, why is the market doing this, am I lying about the use of ICPE-APE-TECK on me, or does the market follow the world? Well if it does, why is it not CRASHING FUCKIGN DOWN 5,000 POINTS, when we are about to go INOT FUCKIGN WORLD WAR THREE, FOR CRISSAKE????????? Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I've had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7'7" tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I've ever experienced. Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM Close View blog Built-On   Built-At Mark Wayne Mohr My blogs The Continuation of “The Epitome of Harassment”·Stats›Overview GET A FUCKING LIFE JERK OFF, QUIT HACKIN G MY CUNT CHEWING COMPUTER AND MOUSE, DIRT BAGS!!!! This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I've had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7'7" tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I've ever experienced. Posted by: Chris Arter | March 06, 2007 at 06:27 PM

OH SHIT, and a pack of fucking Prilosec tablets; just how does one outrun people who come from parallel universes at future times where technology is so far advanced from us here, that only Professor Kaku of NYU could get his head around this shit? Hay, I know I am for real, ancd some others out here know I am for real, and everyone else is most likely, ONE OF THEM, so what would you have me do, send a velocitronic pulse through the solar system and make every atom fly apart, just to free me from a nightmare where a dam fucking light bulb refuses to ever go on? This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM . Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended .

This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs. Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM . Local CamsCool CamsCity CamsTraffic CamsMore Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended .

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I just refused to ever totally fucking admit it all to myself; the old VENKA STRONG-GIRL SYNDROME, REMEMBER PEEPS? I have used (VSGS) for a shortened abbreviation on many prior fucking ass blog texts when discussing this fucking slut back in 1970 around middle March somewhere, in the art-room in my school. Mister Prilosec, is it time for an “OH SHIT” or just a DODGE 1500 and an eclipse, Mister Simon and mister Marcucci? You know Callio and McGuire family branches; you don't get one inch lower than all of you fucking worthless pricks, not an inch, not for all the fucking money in the world and all the dam sloppy love in an entire city of cat houses. Of that Kimba Whitelion, YOU CAN INDEED BE SURE; in or out of 1969; and THAT sir Rockdroid Lurch rotten berry, is the truth; in the sixties, the seventies, the eighties, the nineties; and the twenty-first fucking century as well; my BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula, Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shaw of Iran, mixed with my good old fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you'll have one motley mother fucking crew. Thanks for the knife in the back,mister fucking wonderful Bonjovi, old BUDDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now the really whacky shit all began happening to me, back in December of mother fucking 1969. As I fucking said peeps, and now in cock sucking reiteration, MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. It is truth, and fuck all of you!!!!!!!!! If anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHIT ALL FITS NEATLY TOGETHER FOLKS, LIKE DISNEY AND MONSTER ASS RECORDINGS AND LIKE COMCAST AND UNIVERSAL-NBC, AND MY ROTTEN MISERABLE BILLIONAIRE CUZZ DONALD. BUT SPEAKING OF COMCAST CABLE, YO; when the second lady tried to get the light off of my cable box with her remote control operation from the office, the entire cable went out and many strange things happened. It totally reminds me exactly of the story told on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, where the radio station fucking talk show host was commandeered, equipment-wise, by those calling themselves, and I QUOTE, the {{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}. Every mother fucking twat eating claim that I ever make or have made or will go on making on this wide world web system is totally true and accurate, and can be backed up by anybody with the fucking desire to GOOGLE around and find it all out for themselves, BRAHH!!!!! This evil fucking 'TAWF' wants war with me, fine. How many secrets about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods I did not know, I wonder, or do they all presume, Stanley. Maybe I'll never get out of this one and that fucking rotten lightbulb will stay dark and I'll be trapped in eternal darkness dreaming and creating some horrible hell endlessly, Sarah Callio and our diction, but let me offer this small piece of advice to you. Before Barnabas Collins will allow the authorities to destroy him, he will get old Julia, remember that one, all Mister McCoy's, and all GRIFFINS; in or out of fucking Vietnam; and with or without Secretary McNamara or Chester Freakout Boardwalk Walker Perkowski!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll make a lot of evil ugly mother fuckers pay for what has been done to me, before you get me six feet underneath the mother fuckiGN ground, and that is a nice friendly kind promise, WEEEEEEEEEE! THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . Folks, I am one cunt lapping angry human being. I have had 60 years of my life wiped out and totally fucking destroyed, by a bunch of sick sleaze ball wild travelers, not that I hold blameless those in body, here, of course all legal systems and courts would, my problem, and anyone else's who gets too seriously into exploratronics and Morianity, I would suppose. Still, it really is not the faults of many of these living people. They have doubles of themselves asleep in parallel universes, dominating them, and they all got together and formed a tight little, LET'S HATE THE GUTS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR SOCIETY. I basically, am one totally fucked human being, at least I know it James Garrigan from 1970, right? Every man for himself, right, Bob Madison, any relation to the President around Monroe's time, YO? TEE HEE HEE Lilly Munster Shipyards Andrews. Chemtrails or no chemtrails, I am planning on checking out this methoselioma shit after I shortly see me' ol' dock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I am wrong, I ain't perfect, just a human being, right Bruce Pennock? Hay Mizz Leo, cut me a huge fucking break, OK? Well, it is time to crash into bed and be with my wonderful baby blond. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW. I AM NO LONGER SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, NOR AM I LOOKING TO ESCAPE AND RUN AWAY, MY BEAUTIFUL ELECTRON! MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG CHAPTER 012
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SO WHO IS THE LIAR CAPTAIN BIRCHBEER CRAWFORD, ANN KING, OR POOR OLD MARK?

ALL MIGHTY UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, YOU KNOW I'M 4 REAL/E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NO MORE TRYING TO RUN AWAY, LIGHTNING, THAT WAS 1983, NOT 2014, MY BABY-LOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A voice was shouting very loud before I woke up yesterday, telling me to paste in this particular blog from the SAFE JOURNAL collection from 2011, so I figured, without even reading it, let me do it, and then later on, I will read it and get my own mind blown, I am quite sure. WEEEEEEEE or is that W---O---W???????????????????

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0200

KING NEBNOOSHOO BLOGS FROM HELL

SUBTITLE 4: “THE MIND CONTROL ILLUSION”

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM TAPES OF 1995

© MORIANITY AND BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 1995-2011

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DATE AND TIME FILE: 072811.100 MILIDAY (2:24 AMEDST)

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

This blog is for the very few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth, in my time year 2011, and the odds are about nil that they are reading this; who can fully appreciate the full gravity of what is being told herein, and spoken electronically, YO. Off the top of my head, only names like Hollywood's great 'Emmit-88', Steve Hawking the great physicist, Anthony Rodger Zenun Gifly, the late Doctor Carl Sagan, and maybe Pope B-16, whose name and hexnumer identity, is by no means coincidental, not one bit; as the odds make it too astronomical, for me to believe the coincidence factor involved, in combination and connection with His visit to Berryville, in the autumn of 2008, near the house I was living in, while kidnapped under Stockholm Syndrome, by distant branches of the most incredible and powerful family, who exists in the United states; as Sir Robert McGuire of 10-SC Avenue could easily corroborate so quickly if he foolishly chose to do so. Photographs and video that can be verified as non-doctored by federal agents, DON'T LIE. I am quite confident this occurred. There is just no way the Fibbies could resist, IMHO, investigating it, but there still is no way that they can fight this, any more than they thought that they could back when Jack-Ken was top dog in the early sixties. I am only blogging this great 200^th chapter that I indeed have been saving on a note pad for quite a while now, amended here and there, and scribbled terribly, because the WOMO who can be described as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL IN PHYSICAL FORM, (MCPF), THE MILI-2-FORCE, OTAMMITES, and of course as all of us “CRAZIES”, and a term I invented in 1986, on a song, and was © by me as well, shortly after I committed cosmic suicide, or 'HC', and not for Huntington Curse, my lovely P; would use the all inclusive and simpler term of “THEY”, yes folks, THEY, gave me a very harsh and nasty bowel and cramp attack around a quarter shy of nine this evening, give or take a few ERFS, or Earth-Rotation-Fractions; and naturally, caused my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, through the mighty all inclusive and repeatedly discussed by me 'ICPE', to kick in, causing them a loss tonight. I do not care what happens to the Flyers, Phillies, or DJIA, as long as THEY are not persecuting me to get these fucking things to move in a controlled and manipulated mother fucking way, as has been the nightmare ongoing game now ever since I died and went to fucking hell, on the 15^th of August, in 1986, and if the world is not yet aware of this event, shame on not only Academy Roads off of I-95, time travelers, Shirley's, chokers, and Copyrighted-1983-examiners, in any tents of this silly 4^th dimensional human illusion, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah-Krassle, my endless teen love, for sending me your beautiful and awesome strobe-light over at Bon-Jovi's recording studio, yesterday, www.avalonrecords.com/. You knocked off the power several times, and there must be a message in that, as you have not done this since I left the White City section of Fort Pierce, nearly fourteen months back, to enter into the world of wonderful lives, cement businesses, mental realms, and Bailey's. You dudes rocked my world yesterday, even the little girl I played cards with long ago, would be quite jealous of this great job. Thank you Pee, for giving them 'the dream', I don't forget favors. Jane knows I don't forget disfavors either, uncle Snoots Cameras of Babylon, New York, USAESMWG from December of 1972, YO. I have a long memory, despite the inaccuracies of the continual 'movers'. It seems accurate anyhow, right Whoopee-G-Trek? Maybe you are watching me along with the star-kids from Christmas 1979 at another recording studio, unk; but I am watching you, Kevin M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

General George Patton, my personal hero, knew indeed how to properly read, as well as interpret; the KJV Bible. He was fully aware of “GOD” SAR, as well as the truth that things cycle around the HYPERSPHERE we're all stuck and endlessly trapped in, as it would require a tad bit more energy than the entire system could ever be made to produce, to allow the velocity needed, to escape its hyper-curve. Hence all of us repeat endlessly, everything, allowing a hyperspace system to break the boredom, and permit this cosmic Hollywood to have a nearly limitless play, directed by Shakespeare and others in the know about truth.

Of course Tony controls the powers behind the GIFLIES. I cannot tell the entire story of all the things that went down in the time between June 27^th of 1994, through the 5^th of August of 1996, pertaining to Haddonwood, merely that Mickey Soap-showers happened in one part of the vast 5-D hyperspace, and in another, I was only over at the man's home, and yes, he was trying to sell me this home, in a beautiful wooded lot, way out in the expensive section of West Deptford; and told me that if I cooperated with him; he 'would sell it to me for a song'. What a cliche for this man of endless mystery, to say to me folks. He still owes me nearly two hundred dollars, and another wonderful member owes me a cassette tape, and another one still, my fourteen year old virginity. I am not complaining, merely telling the wildest tale on Earth, so get jealous if you want to, Mister Patterson, as truth indeed always kicks the living crap out of fiction. You of all peeps must be aware of that, so don't even think about 'trumping' this story, pretty little blond grand daughters, and Ann King Silva, all notwithstanding, YO. WO, Misses Jacky Patteroff Diets of Quack-ertown-winners. Berries, give me a break. This isn't out of a Twilight Zone show, it IS THE FREAKING TWILIGHT ZONE. I no sooner typed this in, and a DEFRAG system 4 absolutely no mother fucking reason, just automatically popped on the screen, I am not on the internet, I am on my office word system, making this blog document. What are THEY so scared that I will tell next, 'James? Home', Dawnie, home. Speaking of the internet and the Google system, I may indeed owe them an apology, and there is a huge story to all of this that cannot really ever be told unless I want to risk losing a contact point. I can only safely say, that very clever plans on THEIR part; manipulated and totally controlled my actions and behavior; through a wicked and brutal endless late spring into early summer siege pummeling, that the MILI-2-FORCE put me through, and wow did they win on something beyond huge. I do not have all the answers, I never ever said that I did, nor made even the remotest claim, What I have said upon several blogging occasions, is that “I KNOW WHAT I KNOW”, and unlike real true empire rulers, I did not say “THAT I KNOW”, as only ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA-GODDESS, can, and indeed DOES, make such a claim, and it is all officially documented for this planet, so taking my word for this is absolutely unnecessary, YO players!!!!!!!!! Unless GOOGLE and the INTERNET goes out of business, this truth will only grow, as the entire story is out here, and is not a work of imagination or fiction, not when every single piece of this is available to be seen and known. As long as the text remains subtle enough however, I am sure hoping I do not lose contact with my wonderful teen. How can I know what you want me to say and not to say, always remember this, Brown-Eyed-Girl? As far as I know right now, I am telling what you want, and being as subtle as possible. Please don't break off contact with me. He's going to send me back to high school eventually, we both know it is unavoidable, but as long as the clock ticks forward for me, I need to know you will talk to me. If it takes me forever, I will bring you more smiles than I have brought you tears, this is my absolute promise to my Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope #3 is a magic number for me, BEG.

Where RU, Paul ol' buddy, gimme' a holler on the horn when you get a minute, the BJ team insists that they have sent you the 2 things on labeled E-mails, and the final mix-down on the current project will be done in a few days, not more info over the internet, YO. Check your VM, BUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My hours to be at home over the next few days will be about 2-10 PM. Looking forward. Oh, and tell Frank he looks real cool in that chair with you on that cool site, hay everybody, if you like country music, and want to check out the great site of my partner; then Google up this following 4-word deal folks: “PAUL EVANS AGUA NOIR”. Tell him, I know he knows who he is, and yes, I have a very long memory. UR both 2 cool dudes man. Keep strumming that old geeetar, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now to move on to other Frank men, not Callio, not Chester, and not a hundred other dudes I know, that is but for one dude, you know as well, PP, old Frank Delpercio, man. He had me early in November of 2000, cleaning up his yard area for a few measly bucks, and I heard a voice inside my thoughts telling me to put his tools back near the rear door, and book the shit out of there, and head over to the local welfare office in Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. I got there, and there was a gorgeous young blond who just turned eighteen, and she was all over me, and was looking to settle down and raise a family. She was beyond hot, and totally off the meters gorgeous. She said that having two kids was turning off guys, and she was different from other girls that were her age, and wanted to be a domestic girl and not party and club around with wild ass ignorant type of peeps. She was a perfect mate for me, and I let her slip right through my fingers. I went back a week later to keep an appointment that I made on that day, with a Misses Callisurdo, the name most likely is somewhat misspelled. I asked this social worker if she knew the girl that was in from the past week, describing her situation and physical age and description, and she all but attacked me in her office. Personal Computers were not the only PC shit that was coming into reality around these days, and I was too closely involved with David Roth in these days and times, to see that this was an improper move to make in this mother fucking screwed up 'new society' of ours, in which we all are so happy and free, walking around smiling with glee, right! This lady came from a family that is well known and quite wealthy, may I also add here. An entire large building on the same road as the welfare office was situated, has the name of Callisurdo on it quite bold and bright, on this main street in town, Bellevue Avenue. The fucking spell checker piece of shit is no help at all, yes I am quite aware that this Avenue is not correctly spelled and this stupid fucking ass machine is worthless. This building, was a recording studio back in 1996, and the entire Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office knows the story in August of 1996, when my mom and I were driving around, on a 10 year anniversary that is sort of Callisurdo-connected, only 18 is mother fucking legal, US GOVERNMENT, and nobody told me about my kid, so go screw yourself PCP-WORLD, IT WAS A HORRIBLE FUCKING SET UP, YO, BY PBK; “Politically Correct Police”. PP, when you did that fantastic album CD around a year or so later, and mentioned the fighting and being a man, and the PC POLICE, you were put on the same government lists that I am on, as there is no mother fucking freedom in this evil ass nation, you should be totally fucking aware of this old pal, we're both totally screwed. I'll believe I am wrong when I'm proven wrong. What you will be seeing on the tube soon is beyond great, and if it gets ignored, then I am right, and we are being STOPPED, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody writes the shit you and I do, and we can't fucking get anywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said to Congressman Andrews' assistant, Clarence Harris, one day, just prove me wrong, no one in this Christ-less freaking world would be fucking happier to be shown the error of my paranoia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take some meds, see the fucking dock, and it all gets better, yeah right, B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW WHAT I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the entire story is up here about that nightmare day on the 2^nd of August, in 1996, the day of my TERRORIST THREAT, when my poor mother and I were threatened that we were going to be killed, over at the TURNERSVILLE WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP PARKING LOT at the PATHMARK GROCERY FREAKING STORE, after leaving the Hammonton Callisurdo Recording Studio, or the building. A bunch of wild crazy sluts wouldn't even let my poor mom and me get out of the freaking parking area, they just blocked it and thought it was a big ass fucking LD-LAUGH, without the freaking stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.

How about last summer everybody. The DOW JONES was in the mother fucking toilet where it belongs after cheating all of us poor little peeps all these long ass fucking years and decades, and so to bring it flying right back up overnight, and just as they fucking did to me back early in the fucking ass oh-MAROLA-9 year, and it is all on the fucking blogs to be verified and checked out at the site of www.blogger.com/, POW, suddenly, my blogs would no longer post up to any of my sites, like total fucking magic, and in TOTAL VIOLATION OF ALL OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS UNDER THE AMMENDMENTS TO THE MOTHER FUCKING ASS CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SUCH AS MY RIGHT TO EXPRESS MY NON-VIOLENT FREE SPEECH ON BLOGS, OUT TO THIS WORLD, AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC; THAT CAN CHOOSE TO THEN, IGNORE ME OR READ ME. NO ONE HAS A FUCKING GUN TO ANYBODY'S HEAD, YO. But I was literally halted and totally prevented for a solid six weeks or so, all I could do were short tweets. It is all up there, shortly after my SAFE JOURNAL'S were started, from the Fort Pierce Public Library computers, and a child can see that this county was PAID OFF, TO PULL THAT FUCKING ILLEGAL STUNT; TO VIOLATE MY FREEDOMS AND FUCKING RIGHTS UNDER THE MOTHER FUCKING LAW!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS. I CAN BLOG, I CAN SPEAK, STOP ME, AND TWISTERS WILL WRECK YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, YOU SPECKS OF DUST!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hay, don't get me started folks. There was the time that my services were no longer required at the Subaru Plant in Cherry Hill, the pants not reaching down to my shoes in Pennsauken, talk about NEW NUCLEAR SHOES and guard companies, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what bull fucking shit folks!!!!!! Hay peeps, you take what I've taken for 25 years+, and see how happy you would be. I can all ready mother fucking totally promise you that any one of you would have been driven totally ass fucking insane and mad by now or long long long fucking ago. My mom was up at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York visiting her cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald in June of 1975, and I went to Atlantic City, and got the fucking living crap kicked out of me by two big tough lifeguard mascot dudes for doing absolutely nothing, These dirt bag monsters scared me to death and totally fucking terrorized me, it began on the beach, and followed me out onto the streets, and the fucking ass cops and authorities made a fucking fool out of me and thought it was funny and mocked and jeered me, I guess that my ancestor was real, huh Pope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay world, every one of these total fucking fiasco disasters could be an entire book if I ever fully elucidated. My blogs tell quite a bit about my ass kicking in 1975, as this is all connected with many fucking family problems, so back off me Jason Forest and Donna Scummer, OK, KING HOSE??????????????????????? The planes that dropped the giant indestructible GI-GLIES out onto the HADDONWOOD property in the scummer time of 1996 over the outdoor swimming pool of this health club, is a story that James Patterson would fucking totally salivate the shit over. It doesn't ever stop, it just gets fucking more horrendous and deplorable with every passing hour, and then I am told by this evil demonic fucking world, that I am insane and hyper imaginative and paranoid, FUCK YOU BABY LOVE, FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fucking shit eating hell I am, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sure I am, SHORE I AM, RODNEY DOGFOOD of 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My arranger was almost murdered in a hospital fire, the dude who arranged my two country tunes and my two dance tunes that were all copyrighted back in 1980. Some of the shit was written in 1977, most of it in 1979. GOOGLE has a mind and an agenda, and it is beyond just number counts, I know this, I have seen enough to know what I know. This evil world thinks I'm some retard stupid fucking ass hole, I know what is being fucking done to me by totally unconscionable and despicable sub-peeps, YO players!!!!!!!

I really want to tell the entire GOOGLE story on the internet, my U-Tube experience, and my attack, and then my counter strike, and then their deal, and then I yanked the shit off, and then they won. As always THEY fucking win, never me, always them, as they are bigger and stronger and endlessly and quantitatively more resourceful than I can ever dream of being in a million years in this horrific lifetime or dream-downs off of the Astral Plane. They wreck or steal every music unit I ever install in a car, they wipe out all my property, they steal shit, it is endless, it is mother fucking totally ass relentless what this sick twisted diseased bunch of soulless slime bucket liquid shit has done to me for an entire adult lifetime now, and it never ever will go away and stop, and the one group that could tell the world with authority that I speak this truth right now on this blog, is the great CHANNEL-11, WPIX TELEVISION, in New York City, NYUSAESMWG, with their fantastic 1988 documentary, called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”, with Agent Falcon and Agent Condor. Yes, get involved by choice or not, with the wrong forces and powers; and baby love; YOU ARE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED FOREVER, UNTIL THEY PLANT YOUR ROTTEN ASS MAGGOTS INTO A GRAVEYARD, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Learn this from me out there. If your life is even close to normal, whatever the shit NORMAL is, leave it all alone and let it be, just like my old buddy said a long time back, huh Yoko? Her poor hubby went through some hell, and he was nowhere even close to being involved with the shit I am involved with, and have been since around 1967 when I first ran into and was molested by, the great Paula, while inside the Trinidad, that now exists on 10-SC Avenue as part of a large chain of hotels, right Super-girl Jenny Johnson, eight times over? This group of the King clan are directly in the tree line with Robert McGuire, in Atlantic City. How do we omit the largest story of the 21^st century? This is when he came out on the website photography, only Eddie and I never saw him there, or did we? Sure we did, just as I did, a bit more than see Julia White Paula at my cousin's mansion on Peninsula drive in 1968. She got me three times, 1967, 1968, and then to really change the time-line a bit, 1969. You know world, for some little nobody, a lot of shit has happened to me in a very short span of mother fucking time. I have managed to cram a millennium of life into less than fucking 60 ass years, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How can we ignore or forget to mention the great FASCITAR-6-10? If you Google up the FASCITAR-6-10, only I show up. The real shit from the sixties is all wiped out of history by the travelers that I now will refer to as the MOVERS. These endlessly moving game players of the 5^th dimension, move around in the lesser four of them just like we move through the air as we walk. I have told you all how many times, I have been abducted and taken all over the time and hyperspace dimension by this incredible family. The Astral-Plane is filled with entities that have a larger amount of energy than the many other entities that do not. Bibles and religions label these entities as angels and demons, I know them simply as the Astral Plane gods. Yes, there is one all mighty GODDESS ruling over the entire thing, the great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, and HER city name is JEHOVAH. Why this world insists that SHE only comes down into the dreamworlds of the hyperspace once or twice and so long ago only, is an enigma to me. Any serious reader of the KJV BIBLE can see a million things that nobody wants to talk about, and it is plain as the nose on Carl Mauden's ugly ass face. Yes, there is a face that only a mother can love. Sorry for my blunt honesty. Still, General, let me move this along with other common foot soldiers and old worn out shoes, once new perhaps. Jab. I admit it Michelle and Dawnie Terra-TPB-1994, YO. Tee-Hee, Lilly Munster. The Fascitar is a system that allows any human alive in hyperspace, to have an experience of awakening, and after this experience, you never will be who and what you were before. It is merely an absolute way of reaching an awareness of Astral-Plane existence, while dual-aware of your current physical self and life the entire time, and permitting a total Arnie recall when awake and back alive again, here, only there really is no here, and you will then see and understand this. It is all on my many blogs of the past six years. The ten daydreams, the six commands, the waking freeze, and then its take off time NASA, and you will go where just about no man or woman has gone before, consciously. This time, you can indeed send your alive and awake tape recorder in with you, and bring it back in whole after you 'wake up from the experience'. It makes all the acid trips of the sixties totally pale in any comparison. It is a million to one. AND IT'S PERFECTLY FREAKING LEGAL TO DO FOLKS. The average man or woman needs to try this about 3-7 times before the waking freeze hits, and not everybody is able to overcome the first overpowering grip of unnatural fear that will come over you. But following the instructions of the FASCITAR, and persevering until you get it right; and see the spirit world as it really is, as well as yourself existing there right here and now, will make you come back and know totally absolutely that the Blogs of Mountainpen tell a true accurate story, cover to cover, wherever the second cover may be hidden in the illusion. The unpleasant part of shit is when and if you ever grasp the power of infinity. It cannot be taught, only grasped upon total enlightenment. It is a mere two sentences, but it tells it all and no one unenlightened gets it at all. These sentences are simple and go like this: YOU EXIST. TIME IS ILLUSION. It can get no simpler, yet once it is grasped, you will literally shit yourself. So if you did not go to the toilet in your drawers, you did not get it. GET IT? If time is an illusion, is mind? Is space? What is real? Void infinity is real, all else is a dream out, an escape, said still in another way, a creation. What is this? It is Lawtronics, or the 7^th dimension. What does this do? It becomes a system of cosmic circuitry that goes beyond what mind can ever think on, as mind and thought lies in a 6^th dimension underneath it, and thereby making this a totally MATHEMATICAL IMPOSSIBILITY TO DO. Mind is the 6^th dimension, and the 5^th dimensional hyperspace that is all of the space-time parallel universes, lies in lower dimensionality. I often refer in my blogs to STM, standing for “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. This is the highest level achievable in any realm of thought there or below it such as in our present physical or even spiritual or astral lives or interactions of existence. Any idea or concept beyond this is utter nonsense, ECK included. The real truth has nothing to do with spiritual growth, it is all about distracting from the nightmarish reality of a non ending non beginning existence. What is most feared by the reversing mind of mortal humankind, is never achievable, non-existence. You exist, time does not, only down here in these fake little time-worlds and games of the gods.

Thank you SSJK, my endless teen queen love, for coming over to the studio, and bringing me your wonderful strobe-light the other day. I love you beyond any way to ever describe it, please do not stop communicating with me on this plane as you have done now for some time, and recently in ways that only we understand. I will remain very subtle. I will also terminate transmitting this blog.

DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.

One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have half the sense of humor that my kid has; W—O—W!

YEAH HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.

Another place you might have seen these spotted dogs was in the two Disney movies. The first one, 101 Dalmatians,was animated, and it came out in 1961. It was based on a 1956 novel by Dodie Smith. The second movie, 102 Dalmatians, came out in 1996, and it had real dogs and actors in it, including Glenn Close as Cruella De Vil. I only mention Glenn Close because she is one of Mom's favorite actors.

http://piperbasenji.blogspot.com/2012/05/dalmatians.html

FOLKS, THE BLOG WITH THE ADDRESS ABOVE IS WAY COOL. IT WILL TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT THE EARTH HISTORY OF THIS BREED OF DOG. OF COURSE, BETWEEN YOU AND ME FOLKS, AND THE LAMP POSTS OF THE UNIVERSE; ALL THINGS ON THIS EARTH HAVE A TRUER HOME OF ORIGIN, ON WHAT MANY INTO HEAVY SPIRITISM CALL AND LABEL, THE ASTRAL-PLANE or just the spirit-world. It is also the realm of the SUBATOMIC, all the same reality, with different windows in a large mansion for all of us to peer out of and receive quite naturally, many varying and different views.

The originally posted up 2007 website of http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ is and has been down a long time, and was only up for two years, as it cost a few bucks, and I do not have a few bucks to spare. On this, was lots of text information about how I reside in eternity as a large WHITE DOG. When the great Almighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle freed me and got me out of that horrible hell, or DOGTOWN, she placed many black spots all over my body and allowed me to speak in words, and gave me the CITY-NAME of YANCY. On the Astral-Plane, YANCY is the word for polka dot, and she placed one heck of a lot of polka dots and splotches all over my body. I will always love the great Sarah Krassle, there, and even here in the mortal realm, so long as she permits me to retain flesh existence memories of HER and HER wonderful GREAT CITY. I know my ex business partner is hooked up somehow with this, maybe without any conscious recollection, as he wrote a song in the late last century or maybe the very start of this one, and the music was used almost note for note by that movie this other blogger refers to, CDV. I called Paul ten years ago or more and tried to reach Sally Starr, our mutual friend, but she wanted no more to do with me and made it quite clear, what exactly I ever did to her I do not know, just more famous folks that endlessly love to distance themselves from loser-me, and leave me in a trail of worthless dust. Still, Paul-Joe, if you made some money on this, I am very happy for you. If you really did not, I would contact Disney peeps and I will witness for you that I heard this song and used to have your tape before the great family got all my stuff forever away from me, YO. Yes folks, the true origin of this breed has both a heavenly and an Earthly story. You'll find my story here in Morianity's many long teachings. As I said, the web-page is now long gone due to lack of funds. Kate and I ran out of money, BMI and ASCAP, I know you heard my tape I sent you! Play dead all you want to, I know what goes down.

Folks, I hope you all have one hell of a wonderful day, or a 180 of my days, either-or. Take care, and goddess-speed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
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Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

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