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, (Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle).
My
life is not a nightmare. It ended in a space-time-mind period known
as NEVER BEGAN. When I told this is 1996 to my hypnotherapist in
Moorestown, New Jersey, his partner got scared and wanted me gone.
But they had done their damage, and the memories were destined to all
return to me of infinity, in this one current mother fucking cunt
eating life time. Maybe I had the highest view of them all, mister
levy, and Mister Shoemaker. Who can ever know that, Copyright
Examiners of 1988, and Twinbay's lovely NYC twin????????? Goddess,
how do you guys maintain that incredible weight, YO?
Me,
I love to mother fucking eat, and you only live once, but hay,
congrats to the both of you.
I
AM FALLING UNDER A DEATH SIEGE AT AROUBND FIVE OF THE CUNT LAPPING
CLOCK, LOUD NABES, AND HEALTH ATTACKS, AND OTHER BULLSHIT, ALL IS
STARTING UP, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL!!!!
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ESS
FROM GENESIS
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
TO
ADVANCED, #13
FANTASTIC
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING, MY BABY BLOND LOVE, I AM ALWAYS RIGHT HERE
SHOULD YOU EVER NEED ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My bed is waiting
for you to come into and burn me out of this eternal hell forever and
ever, my endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
ESS
THE CESS-MESS, YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS, AND A BIG SHOUT OUT TO YOU, MISTER MACKEY,
AND MISTER MACY!
Morty
Mortino is on a fucking cunt roll, with his stinking high buzzing on
both sides of me, it is continuous over and over, for weeks, an dis
extremely mother fucking dick chewing annoying as all fucking ass get
out, cubed and Cuban! Death is all pissed off at me,
and I am all pissed off at it. Take me mother fucker, don't leave me
here in a cunt sniffing ass cesspool, YO BRO!!!! Crissake shit eater,
I want you, you're my only way of escaping this eternal mother
fucking nightmare, BRRRRRRR. HOT
SHINGLE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi. THANK YOU VERY MUCH IN ADVANCE!
WHERE
ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? I REALLY NEED YOU MY ENDLESS LOVE.
PROTECT ME FROM THIS GARBAGE SWALLOWING MILITFORCE, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE
BABY-BLOND; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>>MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
YOU
ARE READING CHAPTER 013 IN THE BLOG BOOK ESS FROM GENESIS TO
ADVANCED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU!!!!!!!
Try
not to make fun of my old 1994 car, gorgeous Stephanie!
(PHOTOS) Human Brain, courtesy of the National Geographic Society. AHA-AHA-AHA MICHAEL MCNULTY FROM 1971!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our dream out and away from void zero
dimension is the resulting big bang of the first lawtron. But why
does all of it work as it does? Simple. There are only so many
possible combinations for anything, even if that number had more
zeros than the universe could allow to be printed after a digit from
one to nine. So whatever is making all of this work to our fixed
present point, it is happening because, now get this folks, of all of
the rest of the possible combinations all happening someplace else,
and you are now one with the one that is remaining or left, and this
is what you call your PRESENT MOMENT. GEE, grasp this truth and you
WILL be in the mother fuckiGN sike ward where DOCK SCHORR wants to
put me, I am quite sure, even at nice days on the beach!!!!!!!!!!!
UH-OH Bobby McDowell; here
comes the mother fucking (`~HACK) YO,
can yo please help fucking me, old pal? TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone
is attacking my heart,
ACLU and Pam
Bondi, State Attorney General!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are powerful PC numbers, as well as powerful other items
all around us. But that old example never dies, a man who lives and
dies in his home with fifty million in gold hidden below his basement
floor, will live like a poor man, even though a higher reality is
there all throughout his life, that makes it potentially so easy to
change the entire course of his life. I find myself thinking of this
upon so many occasions, not the money, but the incredible and
powerful principle behind this fucking wisdom!
MEOW-MEOW---PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660.
MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-660 ARE AS FOLLOWS, DEAR DIARY FROM
1983 ADEG, BUT NOT ET, © OFFICE EXAMINERS!!!!!
FREDERICK
HINGER, DREAMS, POLICE, BERLIN, WEALTH, ESTELLE ANDERSON, MY
ENEMIES WERE SCARED THAT I.
Well before the
Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with the also late
Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David Charles Roth
again, “while
water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and
assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”;
all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us. His
lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story
that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Still, I have come
to learn I write these things down for me, no one else. Only I
understand the power to all of this dam shit. Others will only see a
crackpot fucking nut case for a sike ward. Fine, I know better, and
you can all know whatever makes you happier than dam ass Silly Puddy!
So without any assistance from Thomas J. Reale of Somers point, New
Jersey, or his pals in the Callio/McGuire/King Ranch family of
Crouch's and Hickey's of the non neck type; and all of their BLOODY
SUMMER OF 1970 WASHCLOTHS,
let
me please move this on a little bit farther now; while
the great ECKANKAR HU-CHANT
is going into my ears with nice headphones.
JULIA
WHITE, whom David Roth knows and knew while physically here, as
JEWEL; is known by the Almighty Goddess of this entire multiverse, as
VIQUEEN JEWELLY, MEMBER NUMBER 1. MARILOO IS NUMBER TWO, AND IT GOES
DOWN A LONG LIST TO NUMBER 87. WITH THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE INCLUDED AS LEADER AND HEAD-VIQUEEN; THIS GREAT TEENAGE GIRL
GROUP HAS A MEMBERSHIP OF EIGHTY-EIGHT TEEN GIRLS, ALL GIANTS, ALL
POWERFUL, AND MANY ON THE WAKING EARTH WORLDS CAN MISTAKENLY CALL
THEM ANGELS, AND I AM QUITE SURE, HAVE DONE SO. BUT THERE IS A LOT
MORE TO THIS THAT IF I GET TOO MUCH INTO IT, I WILL GO INSANE AND
TEAR THIS ROOM FUCKING APART.
This
is why I must be careful just how much I talk about, for your sake,
and for mine. Joe Paget is not the only one who will spend the rest
of his life in a padded cell. I have told others, now dead or locked
away somewhere. You cannot mess with this family of washcloths and
soap-bars from the stars of David cousins and Clean Hands, as I have
learned just from the years I have now mother fuckiGN resided in good
old hot sunny Florida. Today was a little better, hot wise, only
going to 92 for an hour, and being much cooler the rest of the day;
praise GODDESS-SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SEPTEMBER
8, 2014,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 5:55, (MY FAVE MINUTE).
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
YESTERDAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE (90-72)
CURRENT
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING 84.
TODAY'S
TEMP. RANGE: (H-92-L-72).
SO
JUST SHOOT ME, GAMER 'HALLFMAN'!
FUCK
THE FAWCES OF 1989, TALL GUY!!!!!!!!!!
BLOGS
OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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life is total hell!
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ESPECIALLY,
GREAT LORDESS. NOT ROBIN HILL, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE PWEEEEEEEEEEZE
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DDDDDDDDEAR
GGGGGGGODDDDDESS TOMMY REALE, WWWWWHHHWWWHHHAT NOW, OR SHOULD THAT
QUESTION GO TO BOTH LOVELY MO, AND NOT SO LOVELY WOMO-MILI2-FORCE?
SO
WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE
FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE;
''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA''!!!!!!!!!
Something
Mister Spock said, on the original show called “Star Trek”a while
back, in the sixties; applies very well here with all of this, my
friends. Actually he said this to his Vulcan Wife 'Tupring' or
however you might spell her character-name; in a reply and response
to her very logical explanation to him, of why she had done what she
had done; and I'll never forget his words from that show, not ever.
“Sometimes
having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Does
anyone give even a tiny little stinky fucking shit, why the grass is
always greener on the other side, to us poor fucking stupid ass human
beings? This is another one of LIFES SUPER REVERSAL MIRAGES OF THE
TALOSIAN REALITY SYNDROME, you know, the world appears flat at sea
level, the sun seems to come up in the east and go down in the west
and waking life has always been what homosapiens believe to be the
realer life they call consciousness, while our great dreaming lives
are subconsciousness and less real? I could go on and on, and most
know that. NO HACKER SCUM BAG, I COULD GO ON AN DON AND DON, BUT WHAT
SENSE DOES THAT MAKE, asshole mother fuckers? Oh I remember, it makes
perfect sense. How can we fuck up his blog and make him “LOOK LIKE
A BRUCE GOLDBERG NUT”. Gee was it that easy to see through that
little water ahead of us that ain't fucking there? W—O—W THAT!!!!
NO
BRAIN,
huh Lois Foca, ANTI
GRAVITY,
ROGER ALL OF THESE WILD YOGI BASEBALL BERRA COINCIDENCES; OH
GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) LOVELY WHITTLE WORL'?????????
Where are you when I fucking goddess dam need you, Professor M. Kaku,
NYU????????????????????
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
TOLD
YOU TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
IT
GOES UP AND DOWN, BUT IT WILL ALWAYS GO UP TWICE AS MUCH AS IT GOES
DOWN, AND EVERY DATE OF EVERY POSSIBLE YEAR, PICK ONE, SEPARATED BY
ONE DECADE, AND BOTH SUZIE ORMAN AND I KNOW THE SECRET, THERE NEVER
EVER EVER EVER NEVER NEVER EVER, IS ANY TIME AHEAD LOWER OR ANY TIME
BACK HIGHER, IT MOVES AS DOES TIME, IN ONE DIRECTION. I WILL NOW
ENDEAVOR TO EXPLAIN THIS SOME MORE TO YOU GOOD FOLKS.
Pick
any date you want in the past 100+ years, and then add ten years, for
example, May 1, 1980 and May 1, 1990, or October 5, 2002 and October
5, 2012. If one falls on a non business day, just move it to the next
day of business trading, like DUH. Now this market has gone up since
my predicament and this ICPE-APE NIGHTMARE SHITUATION, starting on
AUGUST 15, 1986; slightly differently than it did before that. Before
that, from the day the markets opened in the eighteen hundreds, they
only gained some fraction of one trading point per business day, and
a small fraction, when it was all averaged together. If anyone ever
did the mother fucking mathematics of this, with or without Mister
Soolu in or out of his pajamas with his friend Patty Duke, and one of
my very fave actresses when I was a young lad; but yes; do the math,
with or without glarry Crouch/Hickey King Ranch eyes, untarouge
drivers, and great pop diva recording artists, and wild hyperspace
interactions, or LAKEHOUSE
COLORED
LIGHTNING
GODS AND GODDESSES, FROM OUTSIDE OUR GALAXY, ESS'ING INTO PRETTY
BLOND PSYCHIATRISTS, AND STARSHIP ENTERPRISE COMMANDERS NAMED GARY,
FROM 1966; MISTER 'YOGI COINCIDENCES LIKE ALL OF THIS TOTALLY
UNACCEPTABLE BASEBALL BERRA', SIR; yes you do the dam
math!!!!!!!!!!!!! Going from before 08-15-1986 verses going after
08-15-1986. Going from less than one point per day uptick to about
2.39 PPD UPTICK. Probably I would be giving the evil empire something
here by making this 0.39 verses 2.39, but let us go with this, kind
folks. We would then as a result of pounding on 30 cunt chewing ass
years, of major-monstrous fucking unfathomable death-persecution on
me; have a 2-PPDUT. This seems small, but not to a mathematician, I
promise you. A (2 POINTS PER DAY UP-TICK AVERAGE) FOR THIRTY YEARS,
ON MY BACK, IF
I COULD JUST PROVE THIS LEGALLY TO THE WORLD COURT SYSTEM AT THE
FUCKIGN CUNT LAPPING HAGUE, HALF THESE ILLEGAL GOTTEN GAINS WOULD BE
MINE TO SUE FOR. I WOULD, AND SHOULD, be the world's first fuckiGN
trillionaire.
This would match something that is in fact going on in hyperspace
somewhere, and I witnessed it, back in late 1979 or possibly in the
very start of the fucking year of 1980, while residing at 112 East
5th
Avenue, Mantua, New Jersey, in the home I bought with my mother,
while I was new to working at the RPLO Recording Studios, of Camden,
New Jersey, a few miles northwest of that home. This wild (DREAM) as
you all might label it, back then, YO; was me be given a check for
the entire United Statres of America Treasury. This wild vivid lucid
dream made no sense to me yet, as it was not yet, in my
Space-Time-Mind
illusion, 1986
and after,
where all of this hellish beyond Satanic nightmare, all happened to
me, with or without any fuckiGN cunt lapping songs from 1969, written
by a fourteen and a half year old soon to be father young teen boy,
namely me, or MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, LIKE DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH AND
HYUNDAI CAR COMPANY, YO YO YO BRO, (STM)!!!!
IT
IS ALWAYS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, JUST AS THE GREAT KEVIN TRUDEAU SAID
IT WAS. BUT REALLY, ALL THINGS HERE IN WAKING LIFE HAVE A SOURCE IN
THE PLANK REALM, AS THIS IS WHAT BROUGHT IT ALL HERE ALONG WITH US,
AND HAS NOT STOPPED BEING OR EXISTING JUST BECAUSE WE DREAM OUT AND
AWAY AND BEYOND IT. SO REALLY, KEV OLD BUDDY, AND ALL OTHERS, IT
REALLY, IS ALWAYS ALL ABOUT THE:
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I
just took my first fucking (`~HACK), old pal, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION, Bob McDowell, from 1972, back at HOPKINS MEMORY LANE, IN
HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!
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''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''. As I
now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great sorrows;
this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very accurate;
despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was
quite well known in my generation.
HOW
MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL THESE PEOPLE, BEFORE THEY WILL LI---SEN
TO ME. THE ANSWER MY FRIEND IS BLOWING IN THE WIND, THE ANSWER IS
BLOWING IN THE WIND. This part of my blog cannot be copyrighted, it
is lyrics from that wonderful great old song that us old mother
fuckiGN worthless farts all know and sing from time to time, sweet
adorable world out there, WHAAA!
You
are so
BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA
ARTEEMIS,
MY
ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Baby-girl, I NEED YOU CODES TO SHOW,
P. GIRL. I KNOW THAT YOU LOVE AND NEED ME 2, DZA!!!!
**W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
YOU
DIED AND WENT TO FUCKING HELL, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!
DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL:
I
AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN
LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER,
AND
THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR.
NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A
TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United
States freaking constitution
actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides
in great Mother Russia;
to do what he did. It
also instructs the rest of us
pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us
have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how
the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state,
huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker??????????????????
A
week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area,
and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my
own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story,
unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and
raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened
quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some
homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did
not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my
point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who
punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the
ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He
begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much
except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who
am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor
little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl.
No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body.
Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be
it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a
TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking
way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this,
“There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for
you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life,
to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of
many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong,
Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something
there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of
being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the
shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead
of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark,
bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit to this mother
fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?
Sarah
didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land.
Well I tried to drown her in the sea, and burn the water-tops with
glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats
on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her
trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell
must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.
©
1983, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr
This
is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my
life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really
are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't
peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45.
If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like
me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well
into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a
world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get
away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND
NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8
years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and
other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to
nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS
PEEPS LIKE ME ON
CRACKPOT LISTS?
I know for a fact that WFMU-Jason made a ton of money wiping any
chance I ever could have had with my blogs totally out, as some
e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his, ended up on my blog, and
it was about my blog, and it said, and I quote, “This is the blog I
made a lot of money out in CALI with”. Then we wonder why things
like this come out one way on BLOGGER and another way on WORDPRESS,
and so much fucking more:
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