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THIS
IS BOTH A PROMISE, AND A JOE PAGET CAVEAT EMPTOR, ladies and
gentlemen. I am not responsible if someone or many, go nuts after
reading this blog. I did tell you exactly what the stock market
would do so take this very seriously, it will mess on your mind,
and I have no Earthly reason to lie, so take this as a warning
before you read onward. At least be sitting down comfortably, and
have a full stomach and give yourself a nice digestion time as
well, please. Now be happy, and read on, but expect me to keep my
promise that major ass shit will be on this not all that long
blog!
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3,4, & 5
WE
ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR DESPITE THESE BLOGS NO LONGER
BEING TITLED WITH THIS GROUPING OF WORDS. IS THERE SOMETHING THAT
I KNOW ABOUT TH E15 YEAR THAT NONE OF YOU DO? GOD ALMOGHTY, ARE
YOU SERIOUS, OR JUST A SKY GAZER UNTIL LOVELY ISIS DROPS THOSE
DREAWERS OF HERS, TURNING HELL INTO HEAVEN, IN ONE FELL SWOOP?
WELL ENOUGH SMALL TALK, WE WILL NOT PROCEED TO GET RIGHT DOWN TO
A LOT MORE THAN JUST ELECTRIC AVENUE, 1983, AND LOIS FOCA
GODDESSES NAMED ISISCYLLA. HAY, PEOPLE'S COURT VIEWERS, MAYBE SHE
IS ONE OF JENNA BUSH'S FRIENDS OUT IN TH EPLANK REALM, WITH THAT
CELLPHONE THING ALWAYS GOING ON. IS THIS WOW-MATERIAL
MACY-MACKEY? I THINK IT IS!
I
was in a completely controlled sleep today while theor dirt bag
stock market continues racing up to the most serious stars out
there, my lovely JUPITER, my brown eyed endless goddess from SDK.
In very secret circles, men who love her so much they are insane
eternally from loving this beyond white hot teen goddess; call
her by her truer feminine name of Jupiternia, and on the Astral
World, adding the letters of English pronunciation of is to alter
a GOD NAME to a GODDESS name. Things change as they say here in
waking world reality, “in name only”. But indeed, adding the
English waking world letter pronunciation of NIA, changes Jupiter
Male into Jupiter Female, and in the Plank Realm, straight out of
the void before anything in cosmos went bang, there is nothing
larger than zero, so it is a huge deal to arrive at one
successfully escaping lawtron, and this lawtron has no gender
value whatsoever. This all comes long after things begin chugging
along for an interminable amount of time, people. ROCKFORD
MAVERICK SAID IT BEST, WE CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS! And
we will.
I
went to sleep as almost a full fledged T3E around daybreak or
shortly past. The reason that my schedule is a bit wackey
recently, is the doctor problem really fucked me up, and when I
get really fucked up, my sleep cycle is major ass effected, and
sometimes I cannot sleep at all for days and nights, and when I
do get to sleep, it always seems to land me on a vampire's
schedule of sleeping away most of the daylight hours. Bright
sunlight only further depresses me, I always love black and
darkness, always have and will I suppose. Also with some strange
ESS-BOT moving around invading my living quarters, I would rather
take my chances falling out of this illusion and losing control
over my surroundings here, by day, than by night. I do not know
why I feel that way, as most people in th eoccult to use Jim
Burr's favorite word, tell me that SATAN has absolutely no
different modus operandi whether it be day or night, and that
applies to his foot soldiers, fallen soldiers, demons, call them
whatever the hell you may like, fantacy, fictional, all of that,
only I know it is not so, and I did not say it is a faith thing
with me, I believe my words were, “I KNOW”!!!!
You'll
need to have the proper response here, Goren Chopper SVU, make
this sadness mixed with bewilderment, and even perhaps a small
bit of sense of horrible loss .
ALL
NIGHT LONG, I WAS IN CONTROL OF A SELF-DOUBLE. HE LIVES IN AN
INTERMEDIATE PARALLEL UNIVERSE, OR NOT TOO LOCALIZED, YET NOT TOO
DISTANCED, BUT ENOUGH TO MAKE SOME WILD INCREDIBLE THINGS PART OF
THAT YOU ALL MIGHT REFER TO AS A DREAM FILLED WITH TOO MUCH ICE
CREAM AND PIZZAS BEFORE RETIRING OFF TO BEDDIE BYE.
YOUR
PROPER RESPONCE NOW WOULD BE THAT OF ANTICIPATION AND EXCITEMENT,
CHOPPER AND BOBBY GOREN, YO.
SOMEHOW
I LIVED THROUGH MORE THAN 400 YEARS IN ONE NIGHT, AND FEEL LIKE I
WENT THROUGH THE BUZZ SAW WHEN SUPERMAN DIDN'T ARRIVE IN TIME TO
SAVE ME. Throughout the entire experience, a 1975 song that I
sort of co-wrote with my mother, Grace Mason Mohr; and is
copyrighted but not in any of the forms yet pasted into this blog
because it was copyrighted in 1975 and written in 1974. The only
two other songs written earlier than this by me and copyrighted
were called, “That's The Way It Goes” in 1969 in early June,
and then in late July, I wrote “Burn With Fire”. It is all
copyrighted, but th eforms only go back to 1978 that I post up,
and I have yet to post up a new fresh form showing my newest 2013
song, “You'll Be Crossing Over'', but that caused more problems
for me than a three legged pig race would cause at any county
fair in this nation. I PROMISE!
EVEN
GREATER ANTICIPATION FOR MOUNTAINPEN TO SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET
TO THE MEAT OF THE STORY, THAT WOULD BE THE PROPER RESPONCE NOW,
DECTECTIVE BOBBY GOREN AND CHOPPER!!!
PROPER
'RESPONSE'
EACH FUCKING TIME I TYPE THIS, THE SYSTEM IS HACKED AND CHANGES
THE WORD “RESPONCE” BACK TO SMALL CASE LETTERING, PAM BONDI.
HA-HA-HA-HA, NO LIFE, PATHETIC, POOR POOR PITIFUL FUCKIGN
THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WILL JUST TELL THE STORY WITHOUT ADDING IN THE JOKES. MAJOR
HACKING MIZZ BONDI. THE COMPUTER GETS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO MOTHE
RFUCKING WORK WHEN THESE DIRTY BASTARD FUCKING WALL STREET
CRIMINALS ARE GETTING THEIR SUPER BULLISH UPTICK RALLEY WAY AS
THEY ARE THIS WEEK, JUST AS I TOLD YOU ALL. THEY ALL SELL OFF AND
AGREE AS TO WHEN ATR SECRET MEETINGS ONLY THEY CAN GO TO SUCH AS
THAT DIRT BAG CLUB OFF THAT RIVER, OUT WEST, AND THEN ALL LITTLE
INVESTORS JUST KEEP GETTING ENDLESSLY SCREWED WHILE THE WEALTHIES
STEAL OUR HARD EARNED MOTHER FUCKINGMONEY, THE FILTHY DIRTY
BASTARDS. THE ONLY WAY TO STOP IT IS TO MAKE WALL STREET ILLEGAL,
THERE IS SIMPLY NO OTHER WAY. MY LIFE IS CUNT CHEWING TOAST UNTIL
THAT EVER HAPPENS, AS WELL, WITH THIS ILLEGAL WEVIL ROTTEN
FUCKING ICPE-APE SHIT. YES
CHOPPER AND GOREN, A VERY ANGRY REPONCE RIGHT NOW WOULD BE
TOTALLY APROPOS AND PERFECT, GUYS.
I was inside of my double in this quite distant universe, and was
aware of it and then took some control over him as well. It was
the equivalent of my high school days, the way schools would
look, the overall general shit, students clothes and hairdo's and
lack of powerful modern make up, it was like around my days of
entering high school in this universe. Girls were not looking
like the Disney Starlit club of America back then. But a powerful
weird thing was happening. Sarah and I were in the same class but
only at first. The other me that I was indwelling was some kind
of a Harry Potter character, yet with all his magic, was totally
aware that I was both dreaming in and through him, and dominating
him, as I was very carefully doing stuff, so he would not get
suspicious. If done correctly,it is very very fucking hard to
detect that you are being indwell'd and used to make decisions
and do or not do things that you otherwise would not be in that
exact mode of behavior.
The
proper response now, Chopper and Goren, growing excitement, major
anticipation, desiring to pull the words out of my brain faster
than I can type out this message.
So
here I am in the same class in a school with Sarah, and only to
quickly learn two huge things. Somehow the memories of my double,
unless he was indeed aware that a T3E was inside of him awake and
attempting an override domination and just thinking wild crazy
thoughts to confuse me and knock me off of my game which is
possible, as all ESS peeps know how to operate in both modes,
while indwelling, and while being indwell'd. He was thinking that
he had been traveling back and forth in time 400 or more years,
and needed to make something Sarah was doing in school on this
particular day, fail, some weird type of a chemistry project,
involving little white almost pill looking things, and also some
liquids that were partially clear and yet a little bit murky
appearing at the same time. His love for Sarah was so powerful
that the emotion almost threw me off my horse and back into my
world, in fact a few times, it did, and I forced myself to go
right back into the experience with this transdimensional double
or doppelganger to use the old German term for this; and it was
painful as hell as I never was able to get any where near this
close to Sarah in a physical hyperspace material universe, that I
am able to recall anyway. Then I realoized that Sarah was the
real Sarah from the heavens and was here as herself, a second
time, only in a female form this time, not as Jesus, the first
time, in male form. My love inside of this double began to be
felt by my other self and his got stronger also, and we seemed to
be feeding off of each others emotions and making it snowball
into something almost dangerously strong. But I knew that he for
reasons I could not seem to know since I only knew him for so
short of a time and he had not thought enough thoughts for me to
get the complete picture yet. Still, I know it was of dire need
in his mind, that he screw up her chemistry experiment, and I
tried hard to stop him and he felt his ambivalent emotions and
transferred them to me, and we both were sort of going ape shit
in that weird back in time class room of the late sixties.
Suddenly, I remember being caught by the teacher, a guy about 35
or in that range, no younger, tall and thin and well clothed and
well spoken, and strict. He said, “Mark, get up off your seat
and bring me what you have in your hand in that small bottle”
Indeed, I looked down at my hand, and I was holding a small
bottle that had a lot of pills in it, small white pills that
looked just like ATIVAN tablets, the pills I have been on since
my choking condition came on me in June of 1983 as you all should
know very well about by now. I was seated at the far rear of the
class room on the far right desk, and the teacher was standing up
staring at me from the front far left corner of this class room,
as far away as possible in room dimensions as could be. Without
any resistence, I got up with this bottle in my hand, and ?I
handed it to this teacher. As I walked away back towards my seat
again, he had removed his shoe and he struck me with it very
hard, on my ass cheeks. I let out a holler and this seemed to
cause him to hit me again and he did. When I made no sound with
the nasty painful second blow, he did not hit me again, but when
I tried to sit down, the hard seat and my super sore ass made it
totally impossible. After a minute, a bell rang and class was
over an di was glad to be out of there, but got no further than
the area near to the exit door of th eclass room, when Sarah and
three of her friends who I never saw from here in my waking world
universe, were all talking about me. The most incredible
conversation was going on, and they were not leaving the
classroom even though this bell had rung, and I was not about to
leave andmiss what was being said by them about me, so I made
myself as elusive as possible and found a little place to hide on
the side of a large cubboard on the wall containing school class
apparatus that was somehow part of the many ongoings in that
class, and I got the idea that more than just chemistry classes
were taught there, and even saw some very weird computers, and
before they should have existed based on all other shit I was
witnessing. So there I sort of stood hiding, and heard them
talking about how I had intentionally messed up Sarah's project,
and why I did. They asked Sarah if she believed them yet that Im
was from 400 years or it could have been 48o but it was along
these numbers, one or the other; in the future. Sarah said she
still had not made up her mind and that no one must know that
this is her entire program, no one, she said that about four
times, no one, no one. She was doing her version of an Empire
State Building Claim to multiversal ownership, as she did in her
waking world form here in this universe in 2008 shortly after her
20 year high school reunion, not at the other Hurrah's but the
other HFHS, well, one is a high school and one is a detention
center, keeping this real. Still, these things are known by the
ESS CLUB as “Hyper-Space-Effect or (HSE). Then through my
doppelganger who I was in domination over; I began learning
through enough of his thoughts, that he had been with Sarah in
this very distant future time, at some huge party where countless
people were all there, like twenty million. I at first figured he
was thinking some nutty thought but later on I learned he was
right on the money. Somehow this entire thing was all about me
yet they did not even seem to know that I was there in there
world, watching them with extreme scrutiny. I was him, me, this
whole time, but slowly, I began doing what I wanted to do, and he
must have started growing more suspicious of his own behavior as
it suddenly grew so incredibly bizarre by his obvious
perspective. One of the fathers of the oldest friend of Sarah's
suddenly was on the scene and his name Joseph Ankis. He had a
name tab and there was a scene at a school party where I saw him
wearing this on his lapel and then I heard this friend of Sarah's
call him DAD. So 1+1, you know. Anyway, in all of this, I learned
that this man had caused me a severe injury, only he and I were
in the future when this incident occurred. When there, this wound
would bleed and nothing would stop it, an dif I remained up there
in the future, I would die of this wound that was a large
circular wound that somehow had made a bright purple color ugly
sore all around the skin on my right side of my chest, not that
far from my heart, and it was large. Sarah came up to me at the
end of this interaction that went on all throughout the day and I
forced it to last until I was ready to learn a lot more about
what was happening in this other world, to this other me, as the
wet towels thing is one thing, but I had become totally
emotionally involved in this incredible paranormal fifth
dimensional experience by now, and no way was I going to wake up
and let it all be lost to the higher dimensions forever, until; I
could at least learn a lot more of what was happening.
SO
HERE I AM NOW, AND SEEING THIS WOUND THAT IS OK FOR NOW BUT
REALIZING THAT WHERE I NEEDED TO GET BACK TO, I WOULD DIE IN
MINUTES AND NOTHING COULD STOP IT, ALL BECAUSE OF THIS WOUND THAT
I DID NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT WAS CAUSED BY OR BY WHOM. IMPATIENT
RESPONSE
IS APPROPRIATE HERE CHOPPER AND GOREN, AS I KNOW I TELL THINGS
SLOWLY. AND FUCKING AGAIN, THE WORD (RESPONSE ) IS TURNED INTO
SMALLS, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, SIR.
SO
LET ME GET TO THE POWERFUL PART OF THIS. SUDDENLY SARAH AND HER
FRIENDS AND I WERE ALL IN THIS PARTY, AND I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE
NAME TAG ON THE FATHER OF ONE OF HER FRIENDS. FOR NO REASON I
SCREAMED OUT OVER TH ELOUD MUSIC FROM SOMETHING I NEVER EVER
HEARD BEOFRE AND IN A BEAT LIKE NOTHING IN THIS UNIVERSE; “YOUR
FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. With that, it was as though a power
failure struck only without one. The old style record player was
unplugged from the wall, and the music slowed down and got less
loud through the PA system, and then it stopped all together.
Then the man took off a face mask like those great masks us old
fucks all remember, the rubber masks that were so good that you
could impersonate people, from that old late sixties telelvision
show called, “Mission Impossible”, the original show. The
man standing there was my distant cousin Donald j. Trump. Over
there, he was a spy for an enemy nation, and was about to try and
follow me back to the future where I lived, and insisted I take
him there and stay with him there until he gets oriented and
adjusted to those times. I told him that we both know if I go
back there, this wound will burst and I will bleed out and die in
seconds. He then pulled a gun and said to me, “You will take me
right now or I will open up your wound here. With that Sarah
tried to fight with him and was very big and strong besides being
so voluptuous and gorgeous. However he surprised her with a small
sword under his jacket and cut her real bad and she fell down
onto the dance floor which sent everybody running out of the
place, leaving only all of us. Then Sarah got up and punched him
in the gut doubling him over in agony, retching. While he did
that, she punched him in the back of his head, and he fell over
dead. But before this happened while Sarah was on the floor a few
seconds, he took the same sword and struck my right side where my
injury had been inflicted in a different time. The second this
happened, the record player began playing, and I looked over, and
while the violence with Sarah and this man were going on, someone
had put a recording of my 1975 copyrighted song, called, ''NEVER
NEVER CRY AGAIN'';
onto the DJ turntable system,and it was playing. Some of the
lyrics matched those that my mom and I had co-written together
here in this universe back in the year 1975, and yet, others did
not.
The
appropriate response now would be major shock, Chopper and GOREN,
guys.
THE
WOUND WAS BLEEDING FAST, BUT NOW AS FAST AS IT DID WHEN I WAS UP
IN THEFUTURE, FOR WHATEVER REASON, STILL, I KNEW I HAD BUT 5
MINUTES TO LIVE, AND I WAS SO CAUGHT UP IN THIS NOW AS A FULL
T3E, IT WAS ME DYING, NOT A MAJOR DREAM THAT WOULD BE OVER SOON.
I NEEDED TO KNOW THE LYRICS OF THE SONG, THIS IS WHAT SARAH TOLD
ME. I TOLD HER THAT I WROTE THOSE LYRICS BUT IN A PLACE FAR AWAY
AND NOT JUST IN A DIFFERENT TIME. SHE SAID SHE KNOWS AND THAT SHE
IS ALWAYS MY SARAH JKRASSLE. I WAS WEAK, BUT MANAGED TO GET A
DESK AND SIT IT NEXT TO A BLACKBOARD, BUT NOBODY COULD LOCATE ANY
CHALK ANY PLACE. SO I USED MY FINGER, THE LEFT HAND INDEX FINGER,
AND MY ONW OOZING OUT BLOOD, TO WRITE THE LYRICS DOWN AS THIS
SONG PLAYED, AS SARAH SAID IT MUST BE DONE, AND I DID WANT TO
KNOW HOW THESE LYRICS DIFFERED FROM THE ONES I HAD WRITTEN OVER
HERE WHEN IT WAS 1975, THE GODS ONLY KNOW WHY I CARED SO DAM
MUCH. The two songs that I had written in 1975 were NEVER
NEVER CRY AGAIN
and RED
LEAVES. THE TWO IN
1969 WERE BURN
WITH FIRE AND
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES.
Now this song “Never Never Cry Again” was playing, and it
seemed to be the same, and as it was playing, someone yelled, hay
that dumb ass song on the PA system is on the fuckiGN radio, and
the DJ who was late, and supposed to be working the party there;
flipped off the turn-table system and patched it in on the radio.
It was some vocalist I never ever heard from any of my travels
into hyperspace and time, or here presently; but he was a lot
like the style of late twentieth century BUSH the rockNroll dude
who gained quick popularity and then fizzled as all the junk
music killed the big rock movement for the most part. These
lyrics that were a little bit changed I cannot pull up one tiny
bit. But I do know th e original lyrics to my 1975 tune I wrote
while residing at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New
Jersey and FCC MCDOWELL SIR, the fucking dirt bag hackers are
tyying to make parts of my blogs vanish and are fuckiGN cunt
messing with my god dam ass mouse, sir and buddy!!!!!!!! The
CHORUS LINES are simply a repeating of I will never ever cry
again, and so forth several times. The original 1975 verses went
as follow:
The
snow is falling down, it's warm inside. But you're no longer
here, oh how I tried. This cold and stormy night is like your
heart. It doesn't bother you that I'm torn apart.
Should
you come back to me, I'd let you in. You're all th eworld could
be, that's ever been. You're all I'll ever love, but I should've
known. You're nice to those you like, but to me you're stone.
There
may be one or two more verses, these two always stayed with me
since 1975, and when I sang them on a karaoke machine several
times, never needed to look at a cheat sheet for those two
verses, only for the complete song.
Well
you know the wild dream, or some of it, to me I felt like I spent
a few years in this, and all in 6 hours time, OH SHIT Mister
Prilosec Ringboat!
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.
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY
BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little
me! WOW, I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or
even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I
knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once
professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the
trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!
I
WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU GODDESS DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
I
HAVE TWO FANTASTIC DAUGHTERS WHO HATE ME!
ACTUALLY
MY SAID THIS:
SHARKEY
SAYS, HE IS THE GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY!
IS
LETICIA TILLEY STILL MAKING YOU HER BITCH, MARCUS
MULDANADO,
YO. She is legal now, & beyond red hot!
You're
always in control of who sees what - you can turn it off or
remove posts at any time.
THANK
YOU BLOGGER.
On
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