“HUMAN
LIFE = ENDLESS CONUNDRUMS”; M.W.M.
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HARRY
POTTER WAS NOT
CREATED
BY A HUMAN FICTION
WRITER.
HARRY POTTER
CREATED
THAT WRITER AND
MADE
HER FORGET THAT.
Well
Kevin Moore, great Youtube sensation, you want to know more about
the Christ Android, since you obviously did what you did some
years ago, regarding my discussing this with Mister Shorty
MacInvondi. Oh Captain, gimme' a break, along with 1985's great
and awesome, Woodbury Heights, Marge Leo. “The Christ Android”.
One big bang, huh Elcapitan Picard Dulegender Planetstrand???
Then
when I was on the fucking telephone talking with the mighty
mega-giant, COMCAST, one lady transferred me just to get fucking
rid of me, and then the second one would not help me fix a simple
problem with my cable television box. Now I have a small fucking
cut out piece of thick cardboard, masking taped to the fucking
cable box so that their bright yellow message light does not keep
me awake all mother fucking cunt eating ass night. It seems it is
my fault that they send me a message, and there is no way to
fucking delete it. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my
congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest where you can all
see my ugly fucking puss on the website, just click into fucking
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and fucking see me and pray for me. Pray that that evil mother
fucking LUCIFER stops fucking up my entire life, HIM and that
entire fucking family that he recently married into,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew this was bigger than putrid pig piss
in the nineteen sixties when this all started, but I just refused
to ever totally fucking admit it all to myself, the old VENKA
STRONG-GIRL SYNDROME, REMEMBER PEEPS? I have used (VSGS) for a
shortened abbreviation on many prior fucking ass blog texts when
discussing this fucking slut back in 1970 around middle March
somewhere, in the art-room in my school in Haddonfield, New
Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!
Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shaw of Iran, mixed with my good old
fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother
fucking crew.
APOLLO-LUCIFER,
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING, ETCETERA, (all the
same difference), is out to fucking wipe me the shit out with a
total vengeance. Him and his fucking powerful oblitron box, and
his twin sister and HER chain that SHE took from me in a powerful
dream interaction back in December of mother fucking 1969. As I
fucking said peeps, and now in cock sucking reiteration, MY STORY
TELLS ITSELF, so suppress it all you fucking want to world. It is
truth, and fuck all of you!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify
my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES
FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT
OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
the second lady tried to get the light off of my cable box with
her remote control operation from the office, the entire cable
went out and many strange things happened. It totally reminds me
exactly of the story told on the internet as well as on many
BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, where the radio station fucking
talk show host was commandeered, equipment-wise, by those calling
themselves, and I QUOTE, the {{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}.
Every mother fucking twat eating claim that I ever make or have
made or will go on making on this wide world web system is totally
true and accurate, and can be backed up by anybody with the
fucking desire to GOOGLE around and find it all out for
themselves, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
evil fucking family wants war with me, fine. How many secrets
about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods I did not
know, and making that vulgar show is no more than non-military
equivalents of disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets
that I could tell, and prove.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
+++++++++++++ICPISTMCMM
++++++++++++++CHAPTER
00028
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, my life really is, next to anyone else's anywhere ever. I
wish this was not true, but it is true, and the head shrinks want
me to deny this reality. They know better because they read books
and stayed in college until they stood in a crowd wearing stupid
looking hats and graduating from something, making them believe
that they know something, just what, is anybody's mother fucking
total guess, I for one am totally and absolutely clueless, and
admit to it openly.
Yes
the start of my second decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE
MOHR, or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever,
bringing me the very first of the soon to follow, endless
unrelenting games containing playfield after playfield of nothing
short of my mother fucking life in total unfathomable torrid
horrid HELL, with or without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora
Lora Lora Lies and other birds singing that the springtime is
here.
You
missed me dirt bag fucking JANE ONESATTACK, you rotten water witch
bitch from 1993. HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
2, 2014,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:11,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 65% AND IT FEELS 99 TO THE SKIN.
OH
YES GREAT PEOPLE, HMMM, THAT ELECTRONIC THROAT OF MINE, ANIWHO;
LEX LOO THOR KNOWS HOW GREAT WE ALL ARE IN THE ORIGINAL SUPERMAN
MOVIE UPON ADVICE GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS WONDERFUL AND MARVELOUS DAD
WHEN HE WAS BUT A CHILD, STILL; IT WAS ON THE 27 ELECTRICAL DAY
THAT MY MEDICINES WERE STOLEN BY MISS NICE-PERSON, BACK LAST
SATURDAY. MY LAST BLOG WAS CHAPTER NUMBER 27 IN THE CURRENT
BLOG-BOOK. HOW LONG WAS IT SINCE THREE OR MORE BLOGS WERE DONE THE
ON THE VERY SAME DAY, FOLKS? TELLS YOU SOMETHING, IN OR OUT OF
ATLANTIC CITY AND ITS ONCE GOLDEN NUGGET STEVE WINN CASINO, BUT
THEN CUZZ; “LIKE A GIVE A SHIT”/
I
GOT THE CRAP KNOCKED OUT OF ME AFTER FALLING ASLEEP THE NIGHT
BEFORE, AFTER TELLING HOW NO ONE WOULD WISH TO THINK ABOUT SOME
THINGS TWO AND AN EIGHTH BILLION TIMES ANNUALLY. I KIND OF KNEW
SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE WOULD WHOOP MY ASS, TO QUOTE ME' OL' BB BUB,
MISTER CHARLES BARKLEY.
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
Arthur Crane; let me crash off to sleep now; and I'll BE BACHHK
Governor Muscles. “I'm back”, Freddy Elmstreet! Yes Slow Mark
and Slow Robbie, meet another traveler, as they say, things come
in threes, hello, Fast-Jesse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man you dudes need
to get your act together up there in 13-600sville, YO. I could
provide the fucking White House with better security than all you
buttwipes.
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch
of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the
hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have
no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all
of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David.
If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just
allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to
fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the
one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these
paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it in
the making sense department, and I'll be the fucking first dude at
the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!
Did
I make up Paula Uwich? Did I make up CALL-TEN and CALLIO in the
nineties? Did I make up Rodney Brindamoor and hay Mohr, you don't
know Brenda Moore, she's like 21? I did I make up Jim Burr or Dave
Roth? Tell me something, promise breaker twice over, Mizz Voorhees
Magazine, who paid or threatened you off to blow me out or else?
You know my book in 1994 was real dam good, and told me so, and
you are a hot shot in the literary bizz. No sir, don't let me
over turn any fucking apple carts, in or out of the Great
Depression years.
I
am not claiming to be one of the greatest fiction
writers of the past 90 years or more, because I do not write
fiction. I write a true life story.
You
can take what I listed above, and add on about ten thousand other
things all part of my nightmare life, and still folks, This
defies any Yogi Berra coincidence possibilities for me, yet I
haven't started to talk. Maybe however, it's a dam good time to
stop talking, and throw a sandwich at somebody. WEEEEEE! No soap
in my fucking mouth, Lester Kaiter's Cousin Mack!
Gary
McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles Well,
I suppose neither can Record Promoter Lenny McKinnon back in 1980,
but remember the 1-8-0 in my life, as all things are a wild
magical reverse, and this symbolizes the truth that indeed this is
really so, as in doing a 180, for half of the degrees of a full
arc or circle, 360, so an opposite directional move is doing a
180, you know as Robin Hill 1802, Cousin Lookout Trinidad Sandy at
1208, and the year of 1980, an unforgettable Mister Nat King Cole
item, of course.
No
inspectors came today for final inspection, so this means they
will disturb me early on Saturday morning. Why these butt-wipes
enjoy doing this fucking shit on Saturday, totally eludes my tiny
little fucking Kaiter Soap-mouth mind at
C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Want
a little GAWNUM to chew on, ladies and gentlemen? I'll be more
than glad to supply you with it, WHAAAAAAA-BITS, and SHARK BITES!
THE
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) FOR “MUSIC WORLD ENEMIES”, IS
(891).
THE
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) FOR “WERE BEHIND MY PILLS BEING
STOLEN”, IS (165).
SO
WE NOW ADD THEM UP TO CHECK FOR A COMPATIBILITY. 165+891=1056.
NOT ONLY IS THERE A ONE IN BOTH NUMBERS THAT IS IN THE TOTAL
NUMBER, BUT EVEN STRONGER, ONE OF THE TWO HAVE BOTH THE '5' AND
THE '6', THAT IS IN THE TOTAL. REMEMBER, THE PCNT OR PCN-TOTAL,
HAS TO CONTAIN AT LEAST ONE DIGIT OF ITSELF IN BOTH THE NUMBERS
BEING COMPARED. IF IT DOES NOT, THE ITEMS BEING LOOKED AT FOR
COMPATIBILITY, ARE NOT. BUT THERE IS STILL MORE, FAST JESSE AND
ALL ESS TRAVELERS, MISTER BAPTISTE SIR, WHO KNOWS, MAJBE
HEADLESS-JOHN A LONG WHILE BACK? LET'S PRESS ON, LEE-88!!!
HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK MAGIC KITTY, THE LADY WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN
SO NICE TO ME AND LIKED ME AND CLEANED FOR ME IN THE PAST FOR A
NOMINAL CHARGE, STOLE MY MEDS, AND I NEED TO UNDERSTAND WHY THIS
WOULD HAPPEN LAST SATURDAY.
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW,
NO MUSICM NO CHOPSTICKS, JUST AN ANSWER, M.W.M. THAT ANSWER IS
PCN-880.
HERE
ARE THE PCN-880 MATCH LIST ITEMS:
MILITARY,
BLACK CAT, VOORHEES, DREAMING, WHITE BOY, FOUR ACES AND ONE FIVE
OF HEARTS, JOHN JUDY, SUE ANN KING IN COURT, WOW TRUCK, FREAKING,
(AND THERE ARE OTHERS).
And
shall we not forget NASA had the employee Donna Hair, and the
hacker that broke into NASA had the name McKINNON, as in Lenny the
record promoter from 1980. When I drove down to Florida in the
middle of mother fucking December, back in 2009, and got near at
all, on I-95, to the NASA-headquarters; the
air harassment grew all around me, as if I was the son of Bin
Laden. What did I ever fucking do to any of these mother
fuckiGN sick bastards, YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????
General
Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice
for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle,
including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any
means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch
soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983
remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and
multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL
OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP''
that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New
Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of
July, back in 1970.
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
All
I can think about night and day is taking a huge explosive into a
small brick enclosed area, placing it on top of my head, and
letting it go off. The problem is that people only think they live
and die, when it all is energy moving all around, and the real
sick joke is there are only so many possible ways for it to go,
and then given forever, it reaches the Rubik Maximum amount of
ways for anything to happen in any order, unfathomable as this may
appear to be, even to highly educated persons and scientists,
other than Quantum Physicists. This is all just going around and
around, all our experiences and all of our lives, and all of
everything. Nothing ever begins or ends, only in time, not in
eternity. The Bible, whoever wrote it has to be GOD to know and
understand this, as I cannot get one soul to GET THIS powerful
fucking bullsbit, huh old 1979 pal Mister Gary Stone. I could
turn to stone waiting for someone, but my aunt Geraldine Snow
Mason already did that, up in Narberth, Pennsylvania, at 1208
Greentree Lane, back in the early nineteen-eighties.
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MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to
die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have
quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the
uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away
from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll Bet
you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then,
I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once professional
gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the trillions, it is
just totally absurd to do this!
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
IWALU
SO, AND I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW!
HAY
THERE MARCUS MULDANADO AND LETICIA TILLEY!
The
best from the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, YO!!!!
You're
always in control of who sees what - you can turn it off or remove
posts at any time.
THANK
YOU BLOGGER.
THANK
YOU SO VERY MUCH, FROM THE BOTTOM OF ME' OL' HEART, MAITEE.
On
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If
anyone could find me PEE,
it was my genius daughter, WOW!
SHE
NEVER NEEDED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, AND SHE
REMEMBERED ALL OF THIS. I KNOW THIS WAS A DIFFICULT PILL TO SWALLOW,
MISTER BAPTISTE, BUT THINK OF HOW MUCH MORE POOR DOOGIE AND I MIGHT
HAVE WITH THAT PILL.
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. Then came Papa John and his marvelous pizzas also. Then
came his 30th
birthday, this very year, folks, and for all I know he celebrates it
with Billy up in Pine hill, as his backyard and billy's back yard,
meet and join. But me' ol' pernt Mister Bunker of Queens is this: Now
it's 2014. Clarence Harris knew what I am about to say, only too
fucking ass well. Different negative energies endlessly follow people
along, whose paths have been somehow crossed by this mysterious
fabric from hell. That's my quote people, of what the congressman's
Assistant said to me back in 1998, sort of like a football-halftime,
one way back to the Plaza and Cuzz Trump, and the other way ahead to
today where I sit broken hearted, only able to do a lot of heavy
puffing and farting, and seeing flashbacks of great public bathroom
stall writings in 1969. 'Givem'hell-NASA'; one small step, one giant
leap; and lots of I-95 persecution, unrelentingly for the poor old
fucking miserable pathetic loser, Mountainpen. WEEEEEEEEEE, and
W—O—W!!!
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PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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