I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME; CHAPTER 00004
THIS
IS CHAPTER 00004, KIND FOLKS.
MY
NABES ARE ANNOYING TODAY, AND SO ARE MANY FIRE ALARMS EVERY DAY. THIS
IS VERY FUCKING ANNOYING. MAYBE AS ANNOYING AS I WAS TO THAT BITCHY
GRANDMA AT THE TROPICANA HOTEL AND CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW
JERSEY, THAT DAY EARLY IN 1984 OR LATE IN 1983 SOMEWHERE, WHILE SHE
WAS SEATED AT A ROULETTE TABLE, AND I WAS MAKING PERFECTLY LEGAL SIDE
BETS FROM BEHIND HER. LET ME DO ANYTHING AND I AM JUST AN ANNOYANCE
AND A PRICK AND A SCUM BAG. LET ANYONE ELSE DO ANYTHING AND WORSE,
AND IF I COMPLAIN AT ALL, THOSE WORDS AGAIN ARE REAPPLYED TO FUCKING
ME. HOW DOW DO I FUCKING CUNT WIN, LADS AND LASSIES, JUST TELL ME,
AND I WILL QUITE GLADLY KISS YOUR ASSES!!!!
LIGHTNING
CAME OVER TO SEE ME AROUND 3-4 THIS MORNING, WITH LOVELY COLORS
AGAIN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DIANA ARTEEMIS, AND ALWAYS HAVE, AND ALWAYS
WILL, LOVELY BABY-BLOND (BB).
I
THINK IT WAS MORE MY UPSTAIRS DIRT BAG NABES EARLIER ON, THEY SEEM TO
HAVE SATURDAY GUESTS ON A REGULAR FUCKING BASIS THAT ANNOY ME WITH
STRANGE NASTY SOUNDS.
YOU
DO NOT HAVE TO READ IT, BUT IT WILL DIFFER SLIGHTLY, AS I HOPE TO
RE-POST THE BLOG FROM BEFORE THIS TO SEE IF I WAS ABLE TO GET THE
HACK WORMS OUT OF IT AND GET IT TO POST AS ONE TOTAL UNEDITED BLOG. I
HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THEY ARE DOING TO ME, FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, BUT
NEITHER THE WORDPRESS OR THE BLOGGER SITE WOULD ACCEPT THE ORIGINAL
SCRIPT, AND I WAS FORCED TO EDIT OUT SHIT. THAT SAME SHIT THAT WAS
TAKEN OUT, ALL WAS UP BEFORE ON OTHER BLOGS, SO I TRIED TAKING OTHER
ITEMS FOR PASTING IN THAT CAME FROM OTHER PARTS OF MY OPEN OFFICE
DOCUMENT PAGES. HAY BOB, SOMETIMES I AM ABLE TO DO BLOGS WITHOUT
FLOGS, SOMETIMES THE FLOGS COME, OTHER TIMES, THE PLAGUES OF EGYPT
COME, AS IN FROGS. THEN, MANY TIMES, ALL WORKS OUT JUST FINE.
WOULDN'T THIS BE NICE TO HAVE THIS BE HEAVEN AND NOT EARTH, MOMMY
DEAREST? ANYWAY, WHEN I AM DONE ON THIS BLOG, YOU WILL SEE THAT IT IS
FOLLOWED BY CHAPTER 0003-B.
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!
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Yesterday
I had less shit happen, today is sort of holding in-between
yesterday and the six days before that, thal began with the last
Saturday one week back; and my marching assholes outside. For
those who say, gee, he talks about time trips with world renown
people on one hand, and then worries about a few peeps walking
around his place chanting, like big deal. Hay, it is a big deal.
Around here, you get woke up a lot, and not on my schedule, but on
anyone';s schedule. You can sleep by night or by day or in any
cycle you wish to try, but between fucking cunt endless fire
alarms going off, other stupid fucking noises, and on and on; it
is a big fucking deal, so excuse me for breathing.
I
have some major plans, but as you all know, that is as
meaningless, moaningless, and whateveringless, as it can get.
Nothing is ever ever ever mother fucking permitted to go into any
worthwhile fruition. I used to call this the “Telling Misses
Pennock Syndrome”, until long after my last encounter with this
wild wise soul, doubling as the mom of Bruce Allen Pennock; in
early 1978, and then years kept on passing by, and still, it was
the endless and fuckiGN cunt eating relentless syndrome of TELLING
MISSES PENNOCK. This all started at age 18. I would take a bus
over a few towns away, to visit my school chum, Bruce. I was
always into trying to do shit, all sorts of fucking big ass shit,
but nothing ever worked. I would always tell Misses Pennock my
plans, and began becoming fucking paranoid seeing the strange
unending fucking parallel of every time I try doing something, and
then telling her, it never ever worked. Well, I came later on to
realize, lads and lassies, that it simply had nothing whatsoever
to do with my telling this nice lady ant of these things. Nothing
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever will work for me, and
she has absolutely nothing to cunt chewing fucking do with any of
it, YO!
You
missed me JANE WHORE FONDA,
you rotten ass water witch-bitch, YO!!!!!!!!!! TEE HEE HEE, Lilly
Munster!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME
CHAPTER
00004
LOCKED
UP INSIDE MY HEAD, IS SHIT SO FUCKING POWERFUL, THAT YOU WOULD
NEVER, AND YOU COULD NEVER BELIEVE IT. IF SPOCK ON THAT FICTIONAL
STAR TREK SHIT COULD DO A REAL LIFE MIND-MELD WITH ME, HE WOULD
THINK THAT SHIT WITH VOYAGER OR THE EARLIER PROBE HE ENCOUNTERED
WHO CALLED JAMES KIRK, CREATOR-KIRK; WAS AN EMPTY AIR HEAD, BY
COMPARISON. I KNOW WHY EVERY SINGLE THING HAS BEEN DONE TO ME, AND
THE PRECISE PLAN. THE PROBLEM IS THAT I HAVE WHAT FEW HAVE, AND
MOST BELIEVE FALSELY THAT THEY HAVE, AND THAT WOULD BE 20-20
HINDSIGHT. YOU CAN GO RIGHT AHEAD THINKING YOU DO, AND I AM HERE
TO SAY BULLSHIT TIMES NINETY SEVEN MILLION. YOU HAVE A FAR GREATER
CLARITY INDEED, LOOKING BACK, THAN AHEAD, IN THESE STM ILLUSIONS,
BUT I CAN TELL YOU WITH A KNOWING; THAT I FULLY REALIZE AFTER IT
HAPPENS OF COURSE, MOST AND MANY, OF THE ''DETAILED-Y'S' OF IT
ALL''. I for example figured out every single thing about why all
these horrible things were said and done to me, over the course of
half a century almost, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Now take this
and multiply it by a dozen or more, as ACNJ is not the only area
pertaining to my life as current-me.
Gawky
Gaukauk gave me a wild system in 1980 for using basic
alpha-numeric coding to figure out the dots floating around the
reality, and just how they come together and connect or don, in
many cases. If all things are really connected, that means that in
some huge way, the local tavern somewhere in a small town in the
state of Arizona is all connected up with this Morianity. Call th
place Hanky and Janette's Hangout for all I care. They do not
connect up to anything in these nearly nine years of blogs, and to
quote John from Colorado, “It's just that simple”. So this
magic cat comes along in a powerful dream in 1980 and shows me
some shit. And with it, I can know what is connected together,
good or bad, but definitely connected, verses what is not
connected. I have given out these instructions for working this
thing I have come to call the GAWNUM, after this powerful
Astral-Plane entity, Gawky Gaukauk, the huge panther cat, and
also, a professor, at a school of mystery, one of the larger and
well known ones within a dozen or more provinces, Olympia
included, called the Teck-Bay Mystery School. Teck Bay is right on
the shores of the place, and it is a beyond describable location
for learning wild things. Still, I also knew him from 1977
nightmares, and then there were hyperspace nightmares five years
before that, up in New York State. How much I can tell and how
much is known as absolute truth, depends as it always does, when
hyperspace becomes involved and changes three-D into five-D, and
this is HSE or Hyper Space Equation.
Now
I am not going to open any doors, other than to say that I will
indeed be giving the instructions again for using and working out
GAWNUM equations, and I will also be telling a lot of things that
I have found out personally by using this technology; just within
the last year or so, especially about stuff like my inventions and
the one and only KFP (Keyboards From Petahell), as well as how my
two daughters connect together, and why I was destined to be fired
by Jimmy Stone at Griffin Pipe, and come to work where Chriss
Bennett worked, at an entirely different security outfit, and
totally different area location, called Cifaloglio, where we met,
and as a result, all these blogs now exist. I have seen other
oparallel worlds in the vast hyperspace, some where I never worked
there and knew this man. In these other worlds, I never blog, I
never get one bit computer savvy, I mean, I would not know how to
buy a PC, hook it up, turn it on, and do basic things, which I can
do now, no sweat. But, and I mean it here, BIG AS FUCKING BUTT,
folks; the entire world goes on a totally different type of path
in one main way, in all these parallels where I never came to blog
in. This must be saved for a time, to quote my latengrate pal,
Mister David Charles Roth, where I am safer and stronger, as right
now, my WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES have me so down, so out, and so
isolated, that I know where the lines in the sand are, and I found
myself crossing some of them recently, and why I am still here and
alive, is quite a mystery, or am I still here and alive, James
Earl Carter, sir, old buddy??????????????? If I told you what
happens to me when these hacks on the computer start, and what is
behind these OZ CURTAINS, you would laugh and never believe it.
This is because you don't carefully go back on archives, and see
that patterns repeat, and that things all have reasons for
happening. I cannot threaten to expose powerful people for who and
what they are, and not expect to receive, as the mighty ADA RON
WIRTZ SENIOR of the Camden County New Jersey Prosecutor's Office
told me, back on 10-31-1994; “A REACTION”. This man was no
dummy,he was like Jack McCoy, only real and not an actor named Sam
waterston, on a great television law show, called L&O. This
show has its own name, called William Shakespeare's Real Life. He
always went around back in the middle age Renaissance period
saying that life is a stage and we are all the players
(actors/actresses), abnd he was way way way ahead of his time, am
I correct lovely Ingrid of 1984?
So
here is the other school of mystery, with its building by day, and
strange moons by night, rarely does the second moon shine, but it
does when you least expect it, so check it out every so dam often,
kind folks. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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Now,
as I said, this is the blog from over a day back that would not work,
and I am now hoping with new paste ins, that it will come out a
little better, but if not, then my letter to the FCC about all this
hacking, WILL INDEED need to be mailed when I mail in my Comcast
Cable bill on Monday, two weeks late. Sorry, I totally forgot about
it if you are out there, and this was ready three weeks ago, and I
had the bill ready to go but buried beneath some papers that I came
across just last night. Vely Vely sahwee folks.
SEPTEMBER
13, 2014,
EARLY
FRIDAY EVENING AT 5:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 74%, FEELING 93 DEGREES
DAILY
RANGE TODAY SO FAR: (H-87/L-72)
GETTING
COOLER, I LOVE IT FOLKS,COOLER FOR FLORIDA PEEPS, YOU KNOW THAT.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME
CHAPTER
00003-B
DEAR
LIFE JOURNAL DIARY, BEGINNING LAST SATURDAY WITH THE CHANTING
MARCHERS OUTSIDE MY BUILDING WHO WALK ENDLESSLY AROUND AND AROUND FOR
A LONG TIME, FOR REASONS TOTALLY UNKNOWN AND FOREIGN TO ME OR ANYONE
I EVER ASK ABOUT IT; BEGAN A BAD NEW SET OF WHAT I CALL IN MY LIFE,
''MAGNETICS'', YOU KNOW; AS IN DON'T 'EF' AROUND WITH SUCH THINGS.
Now I am not saying this will be another August 28, 2013, July 16,
1996, or goddess help me, another August 15, 1986, but I do not count
it out as being potentially bad for me, and so far, it has indeed
stretches into six straight days, where major shit happens, beyond
normal bad shit, even for fucking me. First off, I still have a major
virus in this program of my Open Office system. The Norton Anti-virus
got rid of the SMALLS-SPEECH problem, but now, I notice numerous
things happening while typing. When this all got fucking bad for me
in 1986 and 1987 and so on, with this evil dirt bag WOMO-MILITUFORCE;
there was one big difference then from where things stand now with
them, and myself. This is none other than, no matter what, they don't
back down. When I would have my MAGGIE cause a rash of air crashes or
Earth disturbances such as volcano action, earthquakes, bad storms,
fires and floods, and all of the entire bucket list of natural type
disasters; they used to back off from 4-8 days somewhere. Now, they
are like General mother fucking Patton They won't mother fuckiGN
relent, not for a dam ass day. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying
days are all horrendous. I am saying, that for someone who does
practically nothing but sit in his mother fucking apartment and doing
nothing that should get him into any problems, I still get them, be
it wild nabe noises, machines fucking up, video shit, computer shit,
remote control devices messed with, and the list goes onward, I
assure you, folks. Not one day is spared, and the faucet of these
pricks from fucking hell continues endlessly dripping. For my life
and the little I do, it would be at least a day or two of quiet with
nothing happening to machines or utilities or whatever. In the old
days, after my counter strikes, THIS WAS THE MOTHER FUCKING CASE, but
since around early in this century somewhere I have definitely
observed these rules to have completely altered. Allow me to tell you
today's fucking bullshit, good kind peeps, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AWOKE AROUND THIS NEW MAGIC TIME IT SEEMS OF ALWAYS BEING 'FUCKIGN'
CUNT HIT WITH SOMETHING, BETWEEN ONE AND TWO IN THE AFTERNOON, OR
SOMEWHERE THERE ABOUT; TO SOME LOUD MOUTH FUCKING DUDE RIGHT OUTSIDE
OF MY DOOR YELLING AND MESSING WITH THE DOOR ACROSS FROM ME, I AM IN
UNIT 607, AND THIS IS UNIT 608. I COULD HEAR HIM SAYING TO ANOTHER
PERSON, SOMETHING ABOUT THIS BEING NUMBER 608, ALSO. THEN THE DOOR
SEEMS TO BE BUSTED AND AS MINE WAS DOING ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, IT
WOULD NOT CLOSE, AND HE KEPT BANGING IT AND BANGING IT. IT
WAS VERY FUCKING ANNOYING, AND IT WAS NO ONE WHO LIVES IN THERE,
AND WHEN IT STOPPED, ALL WAS QUIET THERE EVER SINCE. IT WAS ALSO
STRANGE AS I PRESSED MY EAR TO THE DOOR OF MY APARTMENT, AS RESIDENT
MANAGER DEBBIE TOLD ME TO DO, TO QUOTE HER, “BE NOSY SO YOU CAN
TELL ME EXAXCTLY WHAT IS GOING ON”, SO I WAS DOING THIS AFTER SOME
TIME, AND THEN I FINALLY WALKED AWAY, AND LIKE IT WAS A MAGIC DOORMAT
SUPERMARKET SENSOR SYSTEM; the split second I
walked away from my door, as my ear was aching from the slams just
three feet away, it stopped totally, and I mean as though whoever was
there was beamed magically right out of the mother fuckiGN hallway,
poof, and I am not cunt lapping exaggerating, people, YO! Now the
paragraph does not change even though seemingly the subject will, as
the real subject here is the way the day went, for someone who should
basically not have every single day filled with all of these major
and minor fucking annoyances and screw ups. I go to use my video
system, and the entire thing shut down. I was able to work it again,
but this was two things now in fifteen minutes, after being awakened
out of deep fucking sleep to start with, making it three things. I am
not going to tell who is repairing what, or what I am planning on
doing, or just what is hooked up to what right now, so that I can
have my normal video life that has been cock sucking interfered with
now for half a fucking year give or take, unlike ever before in my
history in early 1988 when I bought my first fuckiGN cunt lapping
video cassette recorder, (VCR) from a Bradlees Department Store,
while residing in Moorestown, New Jersey. The real story is the
fourth event. Nothing. I was all set to react, and jump on my
computer, and put up a fucking heavy blog, OH Pam , they're fucking
with me again big time, help me, oh shit, oh shit, help me, the
entire cry-baby scene. Instead, I held back and said to myself,
“You're always preaching to others
about hyperspace and alternate realities based on human brain
decisions, and so forth, why not practice what you preach, fucking
asshole”? So
I then made a conscious effort of will, NOT TO REACT to the enemy's
fucking attack, and instead, to rewire another machine that works
great for wathcing movies, and I did, and enjoyed a movie and a nice
brunch, and before I knew it, the day was quiet and still and I felt
no oppression, the way normally, I would, especially if I had reacted
to all of this shit in normal ways, setting the same tone for the
same fuckiGN cunt outcome to develop. Long
story made short, to quote a Christian saying,
for once; “I GOT THE VICTORY” over the enemy”. Now
as for my video machines, I have five of them and none work properly,
but each one will operate perfectly for doing one thing, and all
together, I have one working system, and I have a master mixing board
that allows me to channel up to eight machines from the television
system into this, and then from there, I hook up the machines so that
all I need to do depending on what I want to do, is st the mixer to
one of the five plugged in channels that corresponds to the video
device I need to use. This is a very temporary fix, and I plan to
purchase another machine and this time, get a three year warranty. I
lied to you all about the warranty six months or so ago. I knew if I
did not get one, I would have major shit, and I was right. Even with
it, it would have been a hassle as Radio Shack does not sell this
unit any longer, but it is a popular model of VHS and CD-DVD and the
digital shit is writable, it records, and this unit is for those who
still have lots of old VHS stuff they need to convert over to the
newer mediums of ever changing technology, put impolitely, geniuses
in 2000 give or take, figured out a way to con the poor out of their
hard earned money, giving us no choice if we want to keep our stuff,
as it endlessly needs to be reconverted to new types of machines, and
thus, money leaves our pockets to feed the cunt lapping multi billion
dollar electronics and entertainment industries from fucking
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now when I lie on my blogs, it is always a
temporary lie, as discussed before, to get reactions, and to prove
stuff, that cannot be proven in other more down to Earth methods. I
will not ever let a lie stand and keep my viewers hanging on any
untruth, but I needed to as ADA Ron Wirtz said to me on the telephone
that day when I called him from National Park in Redbank, New Jersey,
that 1994 day on October 31, the same day I mailed my project, the
book called, “THE PERMISSION
BARRIER” to the United States
Copyright Office; and he and I were talking and I told him how I said
or did something to see what the enemies would do and that they
really injured me, I forget now the exact shit, but I will not ever
forget his words to me on that payphone on Halloween fuckiGN cunt day
in 1994, “Mark if you test them, they'll give you a reaction”. I
swear to all law enforcement on this planet right
here and now, that this conversation took place, on that date,
between Ronald Wirtz Senior, ADA of the Camden County Prosecutor's
Office in New Jersey. This is all real, Mizz Bondi, FBI, and al of
you, so don't fuckiGN believe me, but my death is on you, and my
blood is on your consciences.
Shortly
before it was totally dark this evening, Thursday night, DIANA
ARTEEMIS, Goddess of Lightning, came to me. She was awesome. Her
colors, her beauty, she was a spectacle to behold to say the least. I
nearly came in my pajamas. I never saw such lovely color
combinations, and lovely patterns and shapes of various types of
bolts. She kept telling e to be a good boy and that she is watching
me, I could hear that in my head, over and over and over. IWALU
DIANA, AND I WANNA' BE A REAL GOOD BOY 4U LOVELY BB!!!!
My
friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you, that this man
was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we
once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. What
friend? Friends don't break off contact without any
reason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
OH
SHIT
FOLKS,
AS
I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE
IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD
MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE.
How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM
not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never
will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in
town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that
the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I
believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of
Congress, Copyright Office,
in
Washington, District of Columbia;
a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of
sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers,
is good for everyone else; and if that is not true; just exactly how
have I misspelled America?
XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts
must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our
great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told
me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread
around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAA!
Mountainpen’s Blog
Just another WordPress.com
weblog
MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT, AHA-AHA-AHA THAT, MISTER MCNULTY!
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog
OH
YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT
A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE.
GUESS
WHAT,
SOMEBODY
ENLARGED THE PHOTO OF THIS 'SUPPOSED ME'. Maybe that was me!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His
family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the
Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that
the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.
(Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with
aluminum foil.
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“The
recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I
don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have
captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted
by: Goyim in the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 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.
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.
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
/ W—O—W
DANIEL
MACKEY
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>R.H.MACY
HAVE YOU SEEN LISTENER THERESE
SINCE 12-12-2006 ARTHUR CRANE, MY OLD FRIEND?
SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane, I'll bet a monkey's cupacum, that you think I am a
total moron. You see, if you are looking for street wise; my older
daughter did not get any of that talent from me. That is all her,
just as in and with music. My ability to pick up on 'shit' is just
about perfect; if indeed, I wasn't swearing back there. But
unfortunately, sir, I was swearing; and I am just a mother fucking
stupid ass moron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't be that dumb again if you
happen to ever pop up here in town. Yeah, I'm good enough to play
computer nonsense games with, but not good enough to forgive, and
call ever, huh PP? OK. This just tells me that it always was what I
thought it was all along, you just end up proving me correct, as so
many dam people must love doing, as they sure as shit do it all the
dam time, sir! OK, Bob McDowell, here fucking cunt comes the first
(`~HACK) of the night, old buddy from the wormhole halls of
Haddonfield, New WashCLOTHS!
About Me
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THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS
The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
Saturday, May 31, 2008
short blog number 4
I am under fucking death
siege. I came home and a giant fucking chemical trail was above me
over my residence courtesy of the evil Briggbase/World Air Force
System. All night starting last night, major shit attack; my evil
diseased MO-Mc-MO, is not gonna' fucking stop until I am dead, and I
will destroy everyone of these demonic wicked fucking bastards. They
started a huge fire right after I left 4 work right down the road
from my residence, and it is till being watered down now. The entire
Atlantic County responded to it, I smelled it from my job all night,
and just had a psychic feeling it was at or nearby my trailer park.
These fucking jerk offs are not gonna' stop this until my fucking
pathetic whittle blood is spilled. Melanie said it best, cock
suckers, "Stacey Krassle Will get U4
this".
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Friday, May 30, 2008
just joined ACLU over internet
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OH
YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT
A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and whacked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin!!!!
FRIDAY,
SEPTEMBER 12, CHAINS OF GOLDHAIR DONNA GAINES SUMMER SUDANO, 1984.
R.I.P.
Roseann,
I should have shot you in the woods and left both you and all
those electronics just rotting away forever. This all cost me more
than a throat bite out, and lots of Marcucci stare downs, or daughter
stair ups!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU,
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU WHAT????????????
WELL,
I DID ALL I COULD TO TELL THE WORLD A LOT OF THINGS. I WILL GO ON
TELLING A WHOLE LOT MORE THINGS, ALSO.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
NO,
I DON'T KNOW BRENDA MOORE OR KEL-74, AND I DON'T PLAY AROUND WITH 21
YEAR OLD CHILDREN. BUT I DO LOVE MY TEEN QUEEN GODDESS, SSJKK, AND
SHE NEVER PUTS ME ON A LEASH, EXCEPT ON EARTH, WHERE SHE DOES TREAT
ME LIKE A DOG. OH WELL, FAITH TESTING I SUPPOSE, WHO CAN EVER KNOW,
HAIR RIBBONS, WEIGHT WATCHERS, AND COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS FROM 1988? YES
I KNOW I MESSED UP AND SAID 1988 WHEN I MEANT 1984, FOR WHEN I DID
THAT MUSIC PROJECT AND © IT ASLO, CALLED, “WHAT'S WRONG, SORRY
BRUCE PENNOCK, MORE PROOF TO YOUR POWERFUL TEEN PHILOSOPHY. WHERE DO
ALL THESE FUCKIGN TEENS GET THIS WIDOM FROM, I AM LEFT TO PONDER, OLD
PAL MISTER PLATO? WOLF WOLF WOLF WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF!
RINGWORM,
RINGBOATS, & RINGWALD MOLLY-16;
O—H
*** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY
OBLITERATE EVERYTHING.
If
you have read or even skimmed over the past one hundred plus months
of these MORIANITY BLOGS; MAY THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF THE
ASTRAL-PLANE HELP YOU, BRAHHHH!!!!
An
excerpt from Safe Journal Chapter 0300!
This
was the worst attack that I ever had in Florida. You need not know
every sick gruesome ugly mother fucking detail. I asked a special
large black cat with white paws, why it happened. He told me,
PCN-981. Wow, the powerful I'm sure have all my listings, and most
likely with the assistance of some great software program, lots more
that I've yet to mother fucking work out as of New Years Eve late
day, brahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
They wanna' use
music against me as they always have in many many many many mother
fucking ways over the past 36 years since the days of giant man Louis
Sauce the ass-wipe, well OK, let me tell something huge about music
and the mighty IBM Corporation, and remind peeps that this is one
isolated large incident. I have a fucking swimming pool filled with
other shit, take me at my cunt lapping words, folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In 1986, when I
did the song I will regret doing for the next four hundred and
sixty-nine years, signal, signal; I recorded other songs, and the
song “REAL GOOD GIRL” was merely the title of the album project.
It was all just meant to be funny, after-all, I only was about 5
years out from being with the mighty Michele at RPL, no rhymes or
fabrications intended or meant cuzz's. One of the other songs was
“PLANES”, another one was “RIP OFF TOWN”. Let us talk about
the three little magic 'My Sweet Lord/He's So Fine', notes of this
song, George Harrison Beegee. Yes RIP OFF TOWN was not a wonderfully
nice song either, just as wasn't RGG, but the two songs talked about
totally different subjects, my peeps. There was a fantastic movie
that most likely all readers know of, and was called, “2001, A
Space Odyssey”. The music was wonderful, but the one major
masterpiece that the movie music track is remembered mostly for to
this very day, had cool drumming, and ended with three great
ascending notes in the matter worlds, relative to the antimatter
universes scattered all over the great and totally unfathomably vast
5th dimensional hyperspace. My song used these same notes
in reverse descending order in the theme of the entire song, that the
great IBM Corporation stole and ripped off. They told me they would
sue me if I made trouble for them, as they had written their
promotion for an IBM typewriter, and many years ago. Well, I'll say
one powerful thing for these very powerful ransom or non ransom
folks, and that is; that minds far greater than my little feeble
6th-D connectiveness signals above my dead from the neck up neck,
Archie Meat-heat; came up with what I will tell you all right now. In
this movie, we all know about the famous computer, HAL. Well, IBM and
HAL have a Gawky Gaukauk connection here with Jane Disease-Weeds
Fonda and her one-one-one-one display, that dreadful night in 1993,
at the Atlanta Braves Baseball fucking Park. If we add one letter to
the H in HAL, we get I. If we add one letter to the A in HAL, we get
B. If we add one letter to the L in HAL, we get M, or HAL turning
into an IBM, as they not only had the first computer, but I received
my programming training and degree from the Professional Careers
Institute of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, at the Cherry Hill Mall, in
late 1973, and this degree certified my training on their IBM SYSTEM
360, or root number 36; the same one out of 81 possible ones; that
exists in the three words of “REAL GOOD GIRL”. It gets better,
but we can stop for now with this little powerhouse of cool mind
teasing dog fucking shit, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I will tell is that things connect up in the subatomic. Why I
yelled out the word MY is anyone's Earthly guess, on MY master tape
in August of 1986 on the song, REAL GOOD GIRL, from 'MainE' to
'VermonT'. I do know that right around the same time of the
TRINITRAIL or Asterisk Chemtrail in 1969, and the powerful Goddess
Scylla taking MY chain away in a 'dream', and then in 'real life',
and on and on; was right about the same point in time, of the new
postal abbreviation system, as well as the Marola Memorial Day school
play that was the final time that this holiday had to fall on the
30th of May. It does not matter why HAL and IBM and MY,
not standing for Maria Kelly of course as I once thought was the case
until I awakened from a long Rip Van Winkle Beard Growing Contest, US
Copyright freaking Office; all came to be. Things in the world of the
subatomic need to have a created causation in their larger realm
counterpart, but not in the same way that CAUSE would do it if it
were to begin in the PAS world, (Post Atomic Sized). Oh yes, there is
the password, and then there is the PAS-WORLD, and we, lads and
lassies, and GWPOS Son of Sam from Williamstown, New Jersey,
USAESMWG; are living in the latter of the two,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The parlor trick is
knowing this simple truth. All sorts of shit makes its way into PAS-W
CAUSATION from the sub-realms, but understanding some simple shit
that remains totally invisible to 7 or 8 terrafolks, and THAT, as the
great Star Trek ROCK, “IS THE EQUATION”, and my blogs screamed
this out over and over again throughout the year of 2007, right MY;
then along came you, and yes, I never had a cloooooo, did
I???????????????????????
Folks,
there is a powerful point in all of this, so if you end the reading
of this blog and do not try at least to get this to some degree, you
are indeed your own worst enemy, as the old saying goes. You have
nothing to fear in death, and this is the only problem that I have
with the great established 2000 year religion of Christianity. It
calls death an enemy, our enemy, and the final enemy. Now either
someone is holding back powerful fuckiGN shit, or else, they
sincerely don't know what I know, despite supposedly claiming to be
god almighty, or whatever. I have a very good memory. I am not
perfect, Bruce, but it is good, at least after about a month ago all
the time. Short term, don't even ask me what happened ten minutes
ago. Now as we change in life, measure it any way you wish to, but
you become the present you by having nothing more happen than a
series of mind realm waves producing an illusion that you have
another minute of past history, and another, and another. You are not
the same person you were 5 and 10 and 15 and 20 years ago, not a one
of you, not me, nobody. You remember back to early childhood and as
you start to dwell on it, you have less and less to remember, or so
you think. Then there is that blank that you would swear is there
because you were not. As you move from life to life, or as you move
within each life; you always are no more than one present flash of
space-time-mind, (STM), and it never ever started, nor will it ever
stop. The real you, of energy moving endlessly forward forever and
ever, is the reality. You don't lose anything, and recently, science
has learned that subconsciousness is not a blocked out from normal
conscious memory system, but a store house for larger truth, that
activates by various triggers. Playing with hypnotherapy is not a
good idea, in case you had a major thing in your life as a youngster,
that you were blocking out for self preservation, or worse, some
larger entity than you, may have blocked it down into your
subconscious, just as in that great story on DARK SHADOWS, when Dock
Julia Hoffman showed Vicky winters the coffin of Barnabas Collins
with him dead inside of it by day; and told her she will not remember
or forget this, deep down. If she remembered, it would be dangerous.
If she forgot, she would have been drawn to him romantically when the
dock liked him and wanted him for herself. Same principle applies
here. With me, I know in 1970, from the dreamworlds of hyperspace, I
was screwed with, by powerful entities, that the Project Bluebook is
either clueless about, or knows better than to ever tell a one of us
what they do know, trust me. Still, whether we block something or
someone blocks it for us, it is many times way better left alone.
After my early 1996 hypnotherapy by Doctor Mark Wolf; I only thought
that my life was down the fuckiGN toilet, Mister Systemotics Cutter
Heartshot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Atlantic City, New Jersey; is just one part
of the heart, of this powerful cult, that is thousands of years old;
and is known by many people now, just as Christianity. By the meaning
and definitions of words such as cult or religion, there is not one
single accepted religion that did not begin as a cult, and as with
many things if not all things, only the greatest pull off the real
miracle, and that would be, surviving and prospering, to cross over
that magic line in the sand from CULT, to RELIGION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still my point is that you are always you, and it never started or
will it ever stop. Waking memory is there to keep us intentionally
living in separate and individual lives, as well as parts of our
lives. What if teens all acted like old folks tomorrow morning, and
we all acted like teens? Breaking our lifetimes up into thirds,
early, middle, and late, just imagine if this moved suddenly all
around the place. It also is no dam different when we go from the end
of one of these lives into the start of another one. It is always us,
and the full memory of it all, is always there on the MIND REALM, and
is totally accessible on the Astral-Plane as well. It is however like
seeing it all backwards. Would you waste a month of your time now,
trying to remember and make a huge deal out of a lot of your dreams?
When you are fully aware of the entire large picture astrally; you
don't even give it a thought other than a passing one, as we might do
our dreams, here when awake. Now a perfect example of all this shit,
is my life. My life is not like most. Theoretically, if one survives
enough shit, the switch is broken, and they see as though they would
see, on the Astral, which is how I see my reality. This is why great
depression and a sense of ultra deep time, is all throughout my
beingness, when it should not be. The real fun in future times with
computer technology, is not jacking into a virtually created
simulation with memories of the other side of the screen back here,
but WITHOUT MEMORIES. Enough torture, will kill that memory-erase
switch. I know, as I have seen future universe video games such as
these, and I know what I know, and this is why I have to live in
eternal hell. But does a whole lot of other shit all kick in with all
this? You bet your ass it does, Annie cornfields
Costner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
I am going to get into soon folks, is a comparison chart of how
things were going from New Years Day just over a year ago in 2013, up
through the 27 day in August, and then from 28 August of 2013, right
up to the present day in 2014. This is when I added some techno-pop
vocal talent into the harmony track on the 1983 re-written tune owned
legally by me and 100% legally copyrighted in all of its forms,
''YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that I
did was take the last word ''OVER'' in its two syllables, and square
wave it to a greater match to the sourced intro sampling itself, and
then re-pitch it to go to six harmonic notes, and layer the entire
thing four times with slightly lower and higher volumes mixed in as
well as slightly more distance perceptions, and then layer the entire
harmony 4 word part, and then brighten it with extreme bias, so when
it is mixed into the normal sonic blend again, it is not mechanical
sounding, nor is it excessively bright, but perfectly blended for
realism, and done just the way my daughter used to love to do her
great stuff in the nineties. I know they hear through the headphone
somehow, whoever THEY are, because ever since I did this, back on the
28 August day last fucking summer, my magnetic attack of botbar days
went from mildly annoying as hell, to off the fucking scale
monstrously inconceivable, just as it all began back in late 1986 and
into 1987.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
LET
ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, DISTANT KUZ
DAVIDRUGS.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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Last
year we began exploring in a deeper and more 'moaningful
way', Professor Kaku old pal and others out here; the
varying factions of the ESS, or the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had totally planned by this time in early
twenty-fourteen to have taken this way further, and the
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES knew this quite well. To avoid me doing this and
lots of things that they knew I was planning on doing such as that
law suit and other shit all discussed back in the second half of last
fucking cunt year good peeps; THEY POURED ON A MONSTER HYPERTIME
DEATH SIEGE ON ME, as a major successful fucking distraction, and
whopper plumber JOE, it worked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BIO
STATS ON GOOGLE COUNT 'BOM', NOON, 01-13-2014, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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KEEP
READING FOLKS, THE BEST IS YET 2B!
If
anyone out here thinks you have figured out anything here,
don't god dam fool yourself, YO. Even I am light mother fucking years
from figuring out the great SARAH-STACEY JUPITER ISIS KRASSLE
(SSJKK-PIMC)!!!!!!!! Relax Aunt
Geraldine and Cuzz Donald!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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