MAJOR FUCKING
ATTACK DAY AND MAJOR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, ON THIS 25 AUGUST OF
2014.
THIS WAS BAD
ONE, MIZZ BONDI, AND IF I AM KILLED OR DIE IN HERE, I WAS MURDERED,
MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, I SWEAR BY MY CITIZENSHIP IN THE
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
THIS IS A LEGAL
DYING UTTERANCE AND COURT CERTIFIED PUBLISHED DYING DECLARATION,
SIGNED, MARK WAYNE MOHR, 601 AVENUE B, APARTMENT 607, FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA, 34950, (772) 489-8625.
IF NO BLOG
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AND THIS WAS PREMEDITATED FIRST DEGREE COLD BLOODED FUCKING CUNT
MURDER, I SWEAR THIS TO GODDESS ALMIGHTY, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE OF THE ASTRAL PLANK REALM OF TRUER REALITY STRAIGHT OUT OF
THE VOID INFINITY OF RELENTNESS NOTHINGNESS!!!!
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
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IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
034
Yes
PEE, I obey, and boy, I
GOT FUCKING CUNT CLOBBERED, CLOCKED, NAILED, REAMED, AND PUMMELED
FOR IT;
LADS AND FRIKKIN' LASSIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Let me
explain it to you.
THIS
NASTY NIGHTMARE OF MINE, IS DEDICATED TO NONE OTHER THAN THE (GAP)
GREAT
AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!
Sometimes
by day it is the school, but always by night, well???
WELL,
THE SIEGE WAS REAL FUCKING BAD AND THEY TRIED TO FUCKING KILL ME
TODAY, FBI, ACLU, FEDERAL AND STATE AG'S, LOCAL AND STATE POLICE,
AND ANY OTHER INTERESTED AUTHORITIES.
IT
TOOK NEARLY TWO HOURS AND A LOT OF SWET, BUT I MADE 25 DOLLARS ON
MY FATHER'S ''BOURBON WING ROULETTE SYSTEM, AFTER A DAY SO
HORRIBLE, THAT IF I CAN ON THIS DAY, FOLKS, I CAN WIN ANY FUCKING
DAY I WANT TO, OR AT LEAST, 4 OUT OF 5, AND THAT IS ALL I GIVE A
RATS FUCKING CHEWING BALLS ABOUT!
CARLA
JAY JAY, A GREAT FRIEND OF THE ALMIGHTY SARAH KRASSLE, GODDESS OF
THIS MULTIVERSE AND BEYOND; AND MANY OF HER FRIENDS, VIQUEENS,
AND FAMILY, ALL KNOW I AM EXPERIENCING A DIFFICULT HELLISH TIME
HERE IN THIS MORTAL WORLD. STILL THEY KEEP ME HERE. BUT I WILL
SOON MOVE TO THE CASINO AREA OF FLORIDA, AND I WILL PLAY ROULETTE
THERE, THERE IS ONE CASINO THAT OFFERS THIS GAME, AND MORE ARE
SUPPOSEDLY COMING IN TIME. TO WIN 25 DOLLARS ON THE WORST DAY IN
100 FUCKING YEARS, THAT, BILLY HARNER, AND SALLY, ''IS SAYIN'
SOMETHING''. Http://www.billyharner.com/
and fuck that Microsucks lightbulb on its best day.
Nothing
is going to cunt chewing keep me down, Pam Bondi, because I have
rights in this country. I am a citizen,over age 21, and can do
whatever I please, so long as no laws are violated, and it is the
job of those in charge, to see that these rights are not violated
and totally stomped on by wicked monster fuckiGN trash such as
the ESS-MILITUFORCE BRIGGBASE-TAWF!!!!
I
will do all the things I want to do and have every legal right to
do, and if these dirt bag travelers continue persecuting me to
death, then I will have to slowly remove this planet from the
solar system all together and entirely, and many out here know
that I can do this. I can't, but I am in with those who can, in a
New York minute. You better leave me alone mother fuckers. I am
going to live my life tyou rotten fucking bastards. A
little more upbeat positive shit for my fave lady,
WEEEEEEEEEEE!
U-GO-GETTEM' GIRL!!!!
YO!!!!!!!!
My hands, Cousin David, may I please borrow a washcloth? WOW, so
many like you tried to tell me shit, back door style; and
got fucking totally screwed for so much as even doing that little
bit!
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OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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Lordess Marcucci, it's getting heavier and heavier, and I know
how powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.
Exploratron Marcucci, your pal gave you up who was in such a
hurry that day on the beach, you go catch the dude, great
powerful FRANK CALLIO!!!!!!!! HAY YO, HE WENT THATAWAY, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES, © 1969 MARK WAYBNE
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING
REALLY BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME. YOU PLANNED IT ALL AND NOW
YOU'RE JUST A LAUGHIN' WITH GLEE, WHILE SOMETHING REALLY BAD IS
NOW A HAPPNEN' TO ME, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
LONG
AGO I FELT THAT SOMETHING AWFUL WAS WRONG. NEVER DREAMING NOW
THAT I'D BE SINGIN' THIS SONG. I ONLY WISH TO GOD THAT YOU'D JUST
LET ME BE FREE. AND STOP THESE AWFUL THINGS THAT NOW ARE HAPPNEN'
TO ME, BUT THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
(DHORUS)
OH
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
YOU'VE
GOT TO LEARN YOUNG
YOU
GOTTA' BE YOUNG,
YOU
GOTTA' STAY YOUNG,
'CAUSE
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
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So
just why PEE thinks it urgent for me to blog this back here in my
waking world universe, I do not know. But the good news is that
she broke up with that college punk who never appreciated her for
the goddess that she is. No dude is ever going to be good enough
for either one of daughters, but I do grow weary of seeing them
both pick such butt-wipes, just sayin'. It's America, and I can
speak my mind. Of course my other kid has a deadly ass right
cross, and I need to not tick her off, but she knows that I am
right, as I usually am. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
032
Recently
I told two large items on these blogs. I wanted to tell one of
them, but my lovely daughter PEE had other ideas last night while
I was in bed asleep, to quote humanity here a little bit, lads
and lassies. She wanted not only what I said yesterday about
maybe all my dying's were along the lines of Star Trek fictional
television show Telosian Planet resident created illusions over
other entities, but she also wanted me to remind my blogaud or
viewership, that indeed, and anyone can verify, fact check, and
archive this info right here by clicking the archive old blog
section pasted in below and on many of my blogs as well; that I
had spoken all of this while many such as my great bank who I
love and worship, THE TD, were all worried about the end of life
on Earth, when in fact, I already knew it was a new beginning, a
new HELL FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR, could be another way of putting it,
but certainly, NOT THE END of anything, and definitely not the
end of my HELL ON EARTH, BUTT, a changed version of it, starting
with the dreams of my engineer Ryan from Avalon Studio, before
his phone call to me that I would no longer be able to do any
music there, and I have no intention of driving miles and miles
to some alien world for me, like Pompano Beach. Also, many things
were happening,not just this, but all changes require a catalyst
to get going, and that was indeed the catalyst. I promise you
that one WOMO (WORLD OWNERS MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES). If my name
was Gab, WOMIO could stand for WO, MO, before those two major
fights in the OH-9 movie, am I right MC? I am happy my pain
provided you with such great material. Anything for my wonderful
girl! I'll even be willing to suffer through mean Dangerfield
AT&T gopher television commercials at my expensive. Still I
am glad to know you remember my 'moves'. (Major Offensive
Victorious Enemy Strategies) could be what MOVES is short for.
AUGUST
24, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 9:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%. IT FEELS 85
BUT
MY HAMMERING ASSHOLE NABES MAKE ME BOIL!
YESTERDAYS
TEMP RANGE: (H-96/L-76)
TODAY'S
FORECASTED RANGE: (95-75, +/- 2D)
SSSSSSSOOOOOOOSSSSSSSOOOOO
CONDITIONS EXIST, YOU KNOW, SAME OLD SAME OLD, BUT MY QUESTION
NOW IS TO AN OLD BUDDY NAMED SIR ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991? THE
MILITARY HAS DOUBLE TIME MARCHES, BUT I WILL NEED TO EMPLOY A
SLIGHTLY DIFFERING TACTIC HERE FOLKS, ''HALF TIME'', IN ORDER TO
PRINT THE FOLLOWING: SSSSSSSOOOOOOO ARTHUR OLD PAL, I SEE YOU ARE
STAYING BUSY. WOW!!!!
I
wish to the mother fucking gods I knew why that asshole is
continually and endlessly pounding on walls the entire time I
have lived here, every couple weeks for several minutes. They
make other weird and strange sounds also like they are taking out
their windonw and running a hose to clean it, but if that is so,
why is there never one single fucking drop of dripping water for
me to be able to see?
So
who is creating this incredible inability to die illusion for me,
since quite obviously there are no Talosian aliens other than in
the fictional Star Trek show from 1966? Well, that is what this
is about, and it will not be long, as you know me, I open some
doors, and then as life moves onward, I take us all through them,
one by one, normally when life's situations makes it compatible
in current events, for me to do so, if that is something anyone
is willing to wrap around their mind. First, many of these major
experiences differ drastically and dramatically to say the very
least. Let me take a couple of times where I was hungry as hell
and sleepy as hell at the same time, many of you have had this
very annoying thing happen to you too, I am quite sure. The smart
thing t do is to choose sleep, as you will be unaware of your
physical hunger by doing this, and unless you already are thin as
a rail, it is a wonderful way to lose weight. When you already
have a swallowing problem as I have had since June 4, 1983, it is
major exacerbated to try eating when too sleepy, as you can
quickly drift into a small sleep with food in your mouth, and
wake up choking on it. I know that upon three separate occasions,
I not only did this, but I could not come out of it, not alive,
only here I am. I know I choked to death and then I know I woke
up and it was all a dream. But it was not a dream. The chocking
was, but I had been eating, the bowl of cereal would be spilled
all over the bed, or if it was a sandwich, it would be right
there. You just cannot keep dying and keep coming back to life,
or can you? Well, maybe you can't, but seemingly, I not only can,
but do this continually. Remember, who out here knows more about
me in 1984, when this all got going real nasty, than for my
cousin Donald? I was living on HIGHLAND AVENUE, as in the
HIGHLANER, at 1406, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, the same time
this movie came out shortly after my moving into the place in
middle July. Then after this, as with many great action shows,
came a serial television show that grew really big in the late
eighties or early and middle nineties. They seem to know a lot
about me, and why not. It was my dirt bag cousin who actually
used me and my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, to get him alive and into
the body of this man. You would have had to be there to
appreciate the unfathomable shit of my creating this character
on an AVM recorder, bringing him into life inside an already
existing physical shell. The machine does not have a thing to do
with that part, as that was his fucking parents, literally. I
have had a wide range of deaths, or really, events that led up to
causing these deaths each time. Every conceivable thing just
about, even being shot to death in a convenience store up in
Williamstown, New Jersey, a WAWA, is on this list of literally
dozens now, of deaths and resurrections. But never told or at
least never examined in any real heavy scrutiny; aresome things
about me and my earlier life, that may be what is interacting on
this nightmare of horror that humankind calls endless or eternal
hell, that do indeed cause this wild 'Telosion-like' illusion and
mirage. Hollywood loves to fuck with me, and anyone following my
blogs knows two things. It has been going on since they put that
antipollution commercial on American TV, not the one with the
Native American canoe man with a tear in his eye, but the other
one with the pigs on the beach. It all started in the very late
sixties with this, and they have been following my life,
literally, for reasons that elude and defy even my wild claims,
but they sure know why, and then they make hundreds of billions
and maybe trillions of USD by now if it ever could be all toted
up and figured out honestly by professional top Certified Public
Accountants and whistle blowers from within the industries of
Hollywood and the RIAA (Recording Industry association of
America). I would have no reason to say all of this, and have it
be a lie, a delusion, or a sickness. If I was that sick, believe
me, I would go and get help. But to finish this off for right
now, and later on attack it blow by blow with following blogs as
we move towards the 15 year; the interest they have with me, as
with all things, transcends just one realm. They, as do I, exist
first in energy, and then afterwards, in mass or matter, you
know, the material world. What is being said a bit simpler, is
the Astral-Plane has a condition-interaction called the
BRIGGBASE, a deadly horrible place, owned by the real entity who
is now dreaming that he is my cousin Donald J. Trump. He
is the Jameral-1,
this is like a five star army general and a US President all
wrapped up into one, on th e physical tangible material waking
worlds of physicallity. This is why he had me create his essence
and place it into the body of a young businessman, once the
United States Copyright Office informed him that I had some wild
machine, and in 1985, early in the year, they even asked me about
what I had, and I was not shy, and told them, it was one hell of
a cool machine. Again, a small lie is in that statement, since
never up through present point in time, has it been inside one
neatly packaged encased machine system. It is a technology and it
consists of many many parts and connections, and also needs to be
carefully used in precise ways or it is like splitting a diamond,
it is ruined and you are left with garbage. But LSS folks; this
is not a pleasant topic for me, and on top of that, no one
believes very much of what I tell, funny though, the top dogs all
know that I am totally for real, it is the little yelpers who
think I am just nuts. This of course is precisely what the world
owners intentionally make sure is what is relentlessly happening
to me.
Do
I believe this has an end? You bet your ass I do Annie Cornfields
Costner. But they are going to milk this thing with me for a long
while yet. A moron kid could see that. Now some are wondering,
perhaps, why suddenly this Telosion Illusion idea, and my
response back is it is not sudden, merely that over the past few
days, I ironed out some things in my head and then as with
evolution , it eventually cleans up with the bad pieces ejected
and the new pieces forming in with the best existing ones, to
form a new idea worth blogging about. There are yet more than
just these two, but those theories are way back in the early
stages of the lab benches and drawing boards, not close to being
ready for public examination. When I feel comfy about telling
what I believe could be going on around me, take my dam word for
this kind peoople,i ave been toying around with this for months,
if not years, and when I finally talk about it, it is because I
have reached the place where at least it is intelligible enough
to be blogged to a viewing audience without getting total
uncontrolled fits of raucous laughter.
Already
I have tried hard to show that nothing ever just happens, and is
all part of a wild full-even-total-interaction, where each actual
thing that is happening to any and all of us at all times, is
sort of a process of elimination from all total hyperspace
possibilities, and this gets so complex, that I would only have a
chance to speak about theories like this, with colleagues on a
level that unfortunately wound not recogniZe me as their
colleagues since I don't have the many college degrees that would
put me in their classification. So those that are more on my
world accepted levels laugh and don't get any of this, and those
who could get it, refuse to even look at anything I say or do,
since I went only to eighth grade and after that, SP-ED, and you
don't really think they teach you anything there accept how to
get through the time and get the out into the world. These are
just the unpleasant parts of reality, as if reality does not have
more than enough of these things, without me adding any to the
list.
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care.
Well,
I am not the king of optimists as most of you know and especially
lovely TB of EHT, NJUSAESMWG. Also Egghead Terry could chime in
with calling me a 2007 Scatter-Brain. Still, I will never ever
stop fighting and trying to get justice. The news right now is
filled with those who the media allows the rest of us to know
about, and allof their varying injustices.. Still, if you think
for one minute, in a controlled owned environment such as these
complex ages of the 21st
century, that there are not thousands of real other stories all
around us, like mine as well, that are chosen NOT to be ever
brought to light for public scrutiny or action, you merely are
not ever sitting around and thinking. If too busy every second to
think, and all you do is get on social media shit and use those
stupid ass little hand held devices that place all of us in
individual unique realities, then you will never be able to see
what is happening, and this is exactly what the owners and
controllers of this world, want for you all to be doing, and you
all are very very good well behaved sheep people, that many truth
patriots have now labeled SHEEPLE. Truth Patriots by the way are
what Conspiracy Theorists should really be labeled as. I did not
make this up, it was said by a real wonderful entity, using that
medium we call the YOUTUBE. I no longer use anty of this, and all
I do now is keep my blog going,and that too, is going to be
winding down. But for now, here I am, and here is my blog,
Morianity. Love it, hate it, or any gray area in-between it, but
here it stands for your perusal. It is not me being negative, but
me being totally realistic, at least 99% of the time. Remember,
as Bruce Pennock said early in the nineteen-seventies folks,
“We're all human, nobody's perfect”! 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 THAT lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sure Kernan
that all is well with you, my best to Tiff and Jenn!
~~~~~~~~~~~GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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PEE,
my genius
wonderful daughter,
WOW!
Yes
PEE, I told what you said to tell.
I love you sweet PEE! SHE NEVER NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD
PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. MISTER BAP, IF
YOU STILL ARE OUT THERE, I sincerely hope the past two years has
enlightened you to how travel is really done, not with machines
and technology, but with ourselves!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J.
Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey;
the Trump Plaza Hotel. YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say,
Jay-Jay Evans?
AT
ORANGE AND SEVENTH,
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
as
Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole
lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this
present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with
anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more
than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is
absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child.
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SOME
ASSHOLE JUST SET OFF A FIRE ALARM AT 11:25 PM. FUN FUN FUN, BEING
FUCKING ME IN THIS LAND OF ENDLESS PERSECUTION, ALSO KNOWN AS
FUCKING HELL!
GAWKY
GAUKAUK GAVE ME PCN-422 WHEN I ASKED HIM WHY THIS NIGHTMARE
FUCKING CUNT EATING DAY WAS BROGHT TO ME STRAIGHT OUT OF THE
GATES OF DOG SHIT HELL. I WILL GET TO THIS INFORMATION, I
PROMISE, BUT FIRST, I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE HORRENDOUS MOTHER
FUCKING DAY I HAD, A-G-A-I-N!!!!
I
WAS SITTING AT MY COMPUTER AROUND JUST PAST 2 THIS AFTERNOON, AND
POW, THE MILITUFORCE SHOT A MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY EATING DEATH
BEAM AT MY HEART FROM A DEATH RAY SATELLITE SYSTEM.
SYSTEM.
They
can deny all of this rotten shit, from now until dooms comet day!
I'm just telling the truth, and as usual, they hate it, and they
go on hating me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy,
I bet the fire company is tired of responding to these assholes
who don't know how to properly cook and or maintain their ovens
and systems that result in setting off these smoke detection
alarms. I am going to tell Debbie that I am tired of hearing this
constant fucking hammering from either the unit above me or below
me at late hours, this has to stop or ELSE! Enough I am fuckiGN
cunt dealing with the fire alarm, and now this fucking stupid ass
cunt chewing hammering. Finally, the alarm is deactivated, at
11:37 and the fire trucks are all outside my sixth floor window.
So
right after 2 in the cock sucking afternoon, I am hit with a
death ray and my heart begins flip flopping, and doing all sorts
of wild beating arrhythmia's, and tachycardia rhythms as well.
Tonight,
as always when they strike my fuckiGN heart, it up sets my entire
body, and I get the super fuckiGN cunt shits and spend a dam hour
on the toilet. When I came in almost dead from the heat and my
general health down along with a third item MIZZ
BONDI-FLORIDA-AG; I come in my building with my grocery items
from Publix, and a few movie VHS tapes from the Good Will Store,
and as I am half way between the entrance to the building and
where I had exited my car, a super loud zenithing private dirt
bag illegally low flying airplane was buzzing me, and I just
ignored the jerk off ass hole. Still, it causes PUSSY COMMAND TO
HAPPEN, it just won't cunt chewing quit, lads and lassies. I had
an entire summer go by without any girls bothering me, it was
wonderful. But then again, few if any aerial attacks came ny way
over this period. Not 15 seconds after th plane nailed me real
good and I walked into the building and out of the zone of hell,
a lady who is always unfriendly with me, went out of her way to
say hello to me and tried to strike up a conversation. I just
politely said hello an d went on my way, up to my apartment with
my whittle pathetic gwoceries, wabbit! I have no time for these
stupid games of these stupid ass cunt chewing gods. Sorry.
Still, the old never ending parallel event of me taking air
sieges from the enemy, and the pussy-command starting up, seems
to be FOREVER!
Publix
did not have 8 of my ice creams on their BOGO SALE, only 6 were
left and I bought them along with a few small other necessities,
until I get me shabby little pay from my disability come a week
from Wednesday. Two peeps are going to help me get a used good
firm foam mattress as well as a new doctor and some other life
necessities. My pharmacy told me that no one should have to be
degraded with bull shit like I took from my mean jerk off rotten
doctor two weeks ago. It was beyond disrespectful or mean as
shit, it was totally unprofessional, and the way he had been
handling me as his patient is actionable, and I will be
discussing this with injury attorneys. I have not given up yet,
lovely TWINBAY, so be a little bit proud of your old glass half
empty guy from 2008, gorgeous girl, YO
sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
no other system for roulette could have beaten this game when
played all four of th epast most horrible fuckiGN days I have
had. I know this from living in Jersey, and playing on those kind
of beyond fucking monster days, on paper, andlosing my ass off,
on paper.
Yes
my question to the great and powerful cat, AKA Gawky Gaukauk;
was, “Why did this hell get perpetrated by my enemies, all over
me starting at just past 2 this afternoon, worse than I have seen
in years when taken into consideration, hw much damage they
inflicted on my health and heart?
He
answered me PCN-422. Here's my fuckiGN ass list for what I so far
have that matches this PCN, lads and lassies, and I am still
trying to understand a lot of his message. Shit, forget the dogs,
who let my mother out, newscasters of 1994???????????????
SHOE,
JENNY PLAGEMAN, HOSE, OSAMA BINLADEN, HEINZ GOTTWALD, KITE, FIRE,
BOAT, TALL YOUNG GIRL, LUCK, GOLD, CONTAINS TRUTH, LAKE, ABSOLUTE
TRUTH, GERALDINE SNOW, CARMAN FRAZIER, JENNIFER LOPEZ,
…......................
MAGNESONIC,
MMMMMMMMMMM, HEAR MY VOICE PRINT. SCAN ALL ENEMIES FOR A
PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT SEQUENCING SYSTEM UNDER MAX POWER AND ALL
TECHNOLOGIES. ALL ORDERS, GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL. ALL PERSONS
HURTING MY HEALTH, AND MY LIFE AND MAKING ME MISERABLE 24-7-365
FOR AT LEAST 30 YEARS OR MORE, WILL BE CRUSHED AND DESTROYED,
ALONG WITH ALL OF THOSE THEY LOVE AN DHOLKD DEAR TO THEIR DIRT
BAG HEARTS.
HEAR
THE EMPOWERMENT TONES NOW.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE
COMPUTER,
GO TO GENERAL ORDER 189, USE G-13, G-14, G-1133 ANTIHACKING
ORDER, G-901, UNDER CG-18, AND
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
SWEAR TO THE HOLY AND UNHOLY SHIOT ALL OVER THE COSMOS, A LOT OF
FOKS WILL BE SORRIER THAN A LOVE SICK DUMPED SCHOOL GIRL, AFTER
HE JOCK LOVE CRUSH KICKS HER DAM ASS TO THE CURB. YOU SEE IF I'M
LYING HERE AS SEPTEMBER AND MORE TIME COMES IN.
I
AM DEAD TIRED AND NEED TO CRASH NOW, FOLKS.
Mind
is truly gravity, at absolute zero dimension. Scientists call it
many things from dark matter to gray matter, if you can tolerate
a little stair-chase New York humor, folks, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
YEAH
I AM SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”.
I
DON'T GIVE A SHIT THAT IT IS ENDLESSLY YOUT WONDERFUL SIXTEENTH
BIRTHDAY. THAT'S WHAT I WAS REALLY TRYING TO TELL YOU ON THE DAM
TREADMILL THAT DAY, LOVELY GODDESS MIDDIE.
erf
erf erf, erf erf erf; my opening to your
wonderful
Lois
Foca song.
I
TOLD YOU THAT AS LONG AS THESE COCK SUCKING BASTARD FUCKING PRICK
EATING TOTAL TURDS CUBED, HAVE ME TO ENDLESSLY PICK ON, THIS DOW
JONES SHOIT WILL NEVER EVER GO DOWN AND STAY DOWN,YOU CAN MAKE
BILLIONS OFF IT IF YOU DO NOT TRADE IN A FREEDY WAY, AND YOU NEED
TO KNOW ABOUT A HALF DOAEN FUCKING MAJOR SECRETS IN ORDER TO MAKE
MONEY DAY TRADING, AS I WILL SOON BE DOING MUSTELF, AND THEN
GETTING OFF OF THEIR FUCKIGN CUNT DISABILITY, AND MAKE BILLIONS,
AND THEY CANNOT STOP ME, TWINBAY. HOW'S THAT FOR SOME UP BEAT
POSITIVE TALK, AND I TOTALLY MEAN WHAT I SAY, LOVELY GIRL,
YO!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, that cruel devil and those 102 dalmatians. Give me a fuckiGN
break, willya' Margie girl??????
Last
night I was at the onramp on trhe side of Tennessee Avenue across
fr4om dirt bag Robert McGuire's crummy ex Erin bar. Peeps were
askingme about how I was able to speak through a microphone and
it came out anyone I wanted it to sound like. I was using
keyboards from petahell technology of course, and was telling
them that I was going to do an imitation of Captain Bligh from
the Mutiny of the Bounty, with old Fletcher Christian. I did a
pitch peprfect immitation of both Bligh and Christian, and even
the pretty island girl that Christian had fallen for. Suddenly
Captain Bligh materialized in front of me big as life, right
there on the famous street in Atlanitc City, New Jersey; and I
kept him there so long as my AVM recorder was set above the 10.9
PPG recording speed. He said to me, “Hay King Techno-Pop, wait
until you fall asleep, we are going to gibe you a horrible dream.
I simply laughed and walked on.. Then I realized I was indeed in
a parallel universe, and with that, I awoke and it was around one
in th efucking afternoon. Within an hour, he was as good as his
fucking word, as all goddess dam hell began to break loose,
beginning with some death ray satellite striking my heart and
nearly killing me, or maybe it did kill me, as I can never know
that. I just keep right on going and have come to realize I have
a fourth middle name, which is Servepro.
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So
just why PEE thinks it urgent for me to blog this back here in my
waking world universe, I do not know. But the good news is that
she broke up with that college punk who never appreciated her for
the goddess that she is. No dude is ever going to be good enough
for either one of daughters, but I do grow weary of seeing them
both pick such butt-wipes, just sayin'. It's America, and I can
speak my mind. Of course my other kid has a deadly ass right
cross, and I need to not tick her off, but she knows that I am
right, as I usually am. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
032
Recently
I told two large items on these blogs. I wanted to tell one of
them, but my lovely daughter PEE had other ideas last night while
I was in bed asleep, to quote humanity here a little bit, lads
and lassies. She wanted not only what I said yesterday about
maybe all my dying's were along the lines of Star Trek fictional
television show Telosian Planet resident created illusions over
other entities, but she also wanted me to remind my blogaud or
viewership, that indeed, and anyone can verify, fact check, and
archive this info right here by clicking the archive old blog
section pasted in below and on many of my blogs as well; that I
had spoken all of this while many such as my great bank who I
love and worship, THE TD, were all worried about the end of life
on Earth, when in fact, I already knew it was a new beginning, a
new HELL FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR, could be another way of putting it,
but certainly, NOT THE END of anything, and definitely not the
end of my HELL ON EARTH, BUTT, a changed version of it, starting
with the dreams of my engineer Ryan from Avalon Studio, before
his phone call to me that I would no longer be able to do any
music there, and I have no intention of driving miles and miles
to some alien world for me, like Pompano Beach. Also, many things
were happening,not just this, but all changes require a catalyst
to get going, and that was indeed the catalyst. I promise you
that one WOMO (WORLD OWNERS MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES). If my name
was Gab, WOMIO could stand for WO, MO, before those two major
fights in the OH-9 movie, am I right MC? I am happy my pain
provided you with such great material. Anything for my wonderful
girl! I'll even be willing to suffer through mean Dangerfield
AT&T gopher television commercials at my expensive. Still I
am glad to know you remember my 'moves'. (Major Offensive
Victorious Enemy Strategies) could be what MOVES is short for.
AUGUST
24, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 9:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%. IT FEELS 85
BUT
MY HAMMERING ASSHOLE NABES MAKE ME BOIL!
YESTERDAYS
TEMP RANGE: (H-96/L-76)
TODAY'S
FORECASTED RANGE: (95-75, +/- 2D)
SSSSSSSOOOOOOOSSSSSSSOOOOO
CONDITIONS EXIST, YOU KNOW, SAME OLD SAME OLD, BUT MY QUESTION
NOW IS TO AN OLD BUDDY NAMED SIR ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991? THE
MILITARY HAS DOUBLE TIME MARCHES, BUT I WILL NEED TO EMPLOY A
SLIGHTLY DIFFERING TACTIC HERE FOLKS, ''HALF TIME'', IN ORDER TO
PRINT THE FOLLOWING: SSSSSSSOOOOOOO ARTHUR OLD PAL, I SEE YOU ARE
STAYING BUSY. WOW!!!!
I
wish to the mother fucking gods I knew why that asshole is
continually and endlessly pounding on walls the entire time I
have lived here, every couple weeks for several minutes. They
make other weird and strange sounds also like they are taking out
their windonw and running a hose to clean it, but if that is so,
why is there never one single fucking drop of dripping water for
me to be able to see?
So
who is creating this incredible inability to die illusion for me,
since quite obviously there are no Talosian aliens other than in
the fictional Star Trek show from 1966? Well, that is what this
is about, and it will not be long, as you know me, I open some
doors, and then as life moves onward, I take us all through them,
one by one, normally when life's situations makes it compatible
in current events, for me to do so, if that is something anyone
is willing to wrap around their mind. First, many of these major
experiences differ drastically and dramatically to say the very
least. Let me take a couple of times where I was hungry as hell
and sleepy as hell at the same time, many of you have had this
very annoying thing happen to you too, I am quite sure. The smart
thing t do is to choose sleep, as you will be unaware of your
physical hunger by doing this, and unless you already are thin as
a rail, it is a wonderful way to lose weight. When you already
have a swallowing problem as I have had since June 4, 1983, it is
major exacerbated to try eating when too sleepy, as you can
quickly drift into a small sleep with food in your mouth, and
wake up choking on it. I know that upon three separate occasions,
I not only did this, but I could not come out of it, not alive,
only here I am. I know I choked to death and then I know I woke
up and it was all a dream. But it was not a dream. The chocking
was, but I had been eating, the bowl of cereal would be spilled
all over the bed, or if it was a sandwich, it would be right
there. You just cannot keep dying and keep coming back to life,
or can you? Well, maybe you can't, but seemingly, I not only can,
but do this continually. Remember, who out here knows more about
me in 1984, when this all got going real nasty, than for my
cousin Donald? I was living on HIGHLAND AVENUE, as in the
HIGHLANER, at 1406, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, the same time
this movie came out shortly after my moving into the place in
middle July. Then after this, as with many great action shows,
came a serial television show that grew really big in the late
eighties or early and middle nineties. They seem to know a lot
about me, and why not. It was my dirt bag cousin who actually
used me and my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, to get him alive and into
the body of this man. You would have had to be there to
appreciate the unfathomable shit of my creating this character
on an AVM recorder, bringing him into life inside an already
existing physical shell. The machine does not have a thing to do
with that part, as that was his fucking parents, literally. I
have had a wide range of deaths, or really, events that led up to
causing these deaths each time. Every conceivable thing just
about, even being shot to death in a convenience store up in
Williamstown, New Jersey, a WAWA, is on this list of literally
dozens now, of deaths and resurrections. But never told or at
least never examined in any real heavy scrutiny; aresome things
about me and my earlier life, that may be what is interacting on
this nightmare of horror that humankind calls endless or eternal
hell, that do indeed cause this wild 'Telosion-like' illusion and
mirage. Hollywood loves to fuck with me, and anyone following my
blogs knows two things. It has been going on since they put that
antipollution commercial on American TV, not the one with the
Native American canoe man with a tear in his eye, but the other
one with the pigs on the beach. It all started in the very late
sixties with this, and they have been following my life,
literally, for reasons that elude and defy even my wild claims,
but they sure know why, and then they make hundreds of billions
and maybe trillions of USD by now if it ever could be all toted
up and figured out honestly by professional top Certified Public
Accountants and whistle blowers from within the industries of
Hollywood and the RIAA (Recording Industry association of
America). I would have no reason to say all of this, and have it
be a lie, a delusion, or a sickness. If I was that sick, believe
me, I would go and get help. But to finish this off for right
now, and later on attack it blow by blow with following blogs as
we move towards the 15 year; the interest they have with me, as
with all things, transcends just one realm. They, as do I, exist
first in energy, and then afterwards, in mass or matter, you
know, the material world. What is being said a bit simpler, is
the Astral-Plane has a condition-interaction called the
BRIGGBASE, a deadly horrible place, owned by the real entity who
is now dreaming that he is my cousin Donald J. Trump. He
is the Jameral-1,
this is like a five star army general and a US President all
wrapped up into one, on th e physical tangible material waking
worlds of physicallity. This is why he had me create his essence
and place it into the body of a young businessman, once the
United States Copyright Office informed him that I had some wild
machine, and in 1985, early in the year, they even asked me about
what I had, and I was not shy, and told them, it was one hell of
a cool machine. Again, a small lie is in that statement, since
never up through present point in time, has it been inside one
neatly packaged encased machine system. It is a technology and it
consists of many many parts and connections, and also needs to be
carefully used in precise ways or it is like splitting a diamond,
it is ruined and you are left with garbage. But LSS folks; this
is not a pleasant topic for me, and on top of that, no one
believes very much of what I tell, funny though, the top dogs all
know that I am totally for real, it is the little yelpers who
think I am just nuts. This of course is precisely what the world
owners intentionally make sure is what is relentlessly happening
to me.
Do
I believe this has an end? You bet your ass I do Annie Cornfields
Costner. But they are going to milk this thing with me for a long
while yet. A moron kid could see that. Now some are wondering,
perhaps, why suddenly this Telosion Illusion idea, and my
response back is it is not sudden, merely that over the past few
days, I ironed out some things in my head and then as with
evolution , it eventually cleans up with the bad pieces ejected
and the new pieces forming in with the best existing ones, to
form a new idea worth blogging about. There are yet more than
just these two, but those theories are way back in the early
stages of the lab benches and drawing boards, not close to being
ready for public examination. When I feel comfy about telling
what I believe could be going on around me, take my dam word for
this kind peoople,i ave been toying around with this for months,
if not years, and when I finally talk about it, it is because I
have reached the place where at least it is intelligible enough
to be blogged to a viewing audience without getting total
uncontrolled fits of raucous laughter.
Already
I have tried hard to show that nothing ever just happens, and is
all part of a wild full-even-total-interaction, where each actual
thing that is happening to any and all of us at all times, is
sort of a process of elimination from all total hyperspace
possibilities, and this gets so complex, that I would only have a
chance to speak about theories like this, with colleagues on a
level that unfortunately wound not recogniZe me as their
colleagues since I don't have the many college degrees that would
put me in their classification. So those that are more on my
world accepted levels laugh and don't get any of this, and those
who could get it, refuse to even look at anything I say or do,
since I went only to eighth grade and after that, SP-ED, and you
don't really think they teach you anything there accept how to
get through the time and get the out into the world. These are
just the unpleasant parts of reality, as if reality does not have
more than enough of these things, without me adding any to the
list.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care.
Well,
I am not the king of optimists as most of you know and especially
lovely TB of EHT, NJUSAESMWG. Also Egghead Terry could chime in
with calling me a 2007 Scatter-Brain. Still, I will never ever
stop fighting and trying to get justice. The news right now is
filled with those who the media allows the rest of us to know
about, and allof their varying injustices.. Still, if you think
for one minute, in a controlled owned environment such as these
complex ages of the 21st
century, that there are not thousands of real other stories all
around us, like mine as well, that are chosen NOT to be ever
brought to light for public scrutiny or action, you merely are
not ever sitting around and thinking. If too busy every second to
think, and all you do is get on social media shit and use those
stupid ass little hand held devices that place all of us in
individual unique realities, then you will never be able to see
what is happening, and this is exactly what the owners and
controllers of this world, want for you all to be doing, and you
all are very very good well behaved sheep people, that many truth
patriots have now labeled SHEEPLE. Truth Patriots by the way are
what Conspiracy Theorists should really be labeled as. I did not
make this up, it was said by a real wonderful entity, using that
medium we call the YOUTUBE. I no longer use anty of this, and all
I do now is keep my blog going,and that too, is going to be
winding down. But for now, here I am, and here is my blog,
Morianity. Love it, hate it, or any gray area in-between it, but
here it stands for your perusal. It is not me being negative, but
me being totally realistic, at least 99% of the time. Remember,
as Bruce Pennock said early in the nineteen-seventies folks,
“We're all human, nobody's perfect”! 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 THAT lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sure Kernan
that all is well with you, my best to Tiff and Jenn!
~~~~~~~~~~~GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL 12
local South Florida TV.
Note: The
image above may not reflect the current alert state for your
county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the
alert and the map processing.
PEE,
my genius
wonderful daughter,
WOW!
Yes
PEE, I told what you said to tell.
I love you sweet PEE! SHE NEVER NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD
PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. MISTER BAP, IF
YOU STILL ARE OUT THERE, I sincerely hope the past two years has
enlightened you to how travel is really done, not with machines
and technology, but with ourselves!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J.
Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey;
the Trump Plaza Hotel. YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say,
Jay-Jay Evans?
AT
ORANGE AND SEVENTH,
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
as
Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole
lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this
present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with
anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more
than it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is
absolutely organized, ever since I was a tiny child.
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THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES, © 1969 MARK WAYBNE
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME. YOU PLANNED IT ALL AND NOW YOU'RE JUST A
LAUGHIN' WITH GLEE, WHILE SOMETHING REALLY BAD IS NOW A HAPPNEN' TO
ME, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
LONG
AGO I FELT THAT SOMETHING AWFUL WAS WRONG. NEVER DREAMING NOW THAT
I'D BE SINGIN' THIS SONG. I ONLY WISH TO GOD THAT YOU'D JUST LET ME
BE FREE. AND STOP THESE AWFUL THINGS THAT NOW ARE HAPPNEN' TO ME, BUT
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES.
(DHORUS)
OH
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES, AND THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
THAT'S
THE WAY THE EARTH TURNS,
THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES,
THAT'S
THE WAY MY SOULD BURNS,
NOBODY
KNOWS,
YOU'VE
GOT TO LEARN YOUNG
YOU
GOTTA' BE YOUNG,
YOU
GOTTA' STAY YOUNG,
'CAUSE
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES
MIDDLE
JUNE 1969, WRITTEN AT 125-A HADDON HILLS APARTMENTS BY MARK WAYNE
MOHR.
US
COPYRIGHT OFFICE FORMS, PASTED IN TIME ERA WHERE THIS SONG WAS ON AT
LEAST ONE OF THESE MUSIC PROJECTS
Save
me JESUS! SATAN is on the freaking prowl!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL THIS MUSIC SHIT STARTED GETTING RECORDED FROM
THIS PLACE AT 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS OF VOORHEES TOWNSHIP, NEW
JERSEY, USAESMWG!
Photo
1 of 25
Property
Grounds
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2014,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
AUGUST
26, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 12:01
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 81%, IT FEELS 89
DAILY
RANGE WAS 90-H/77-L, WITH MIXED SKIES.
OH
I FUCKED UP. IT WAS NOT 104 THE OTHER DAY. I MEANT TO TYPE 94. Sorry
folks; I am only human!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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