MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ICPISTMCMM
CHAPTER
00031
Well
kind people, this was another real bad day. If I were in a
correctional facility, these are the types of days I could expect all
of the time, and I would be deserving of them. But I never broke any
law above misdemeanor traffic offenses as a younger person, and
nothing since my fifties at all. Yet the response that life, whatever
that really is, Professor M. Kaku of NYU, sir; hands me, for keeping
my hands squeaky clean and never bothering a soul, or taking what
does not belong to me and only me, and on I could go with this; goes
beyond horrendous and monstrous, and is even beyond anyone's
conception of a maxed totally out inconceivable and unfathomable. No
words could do juctice, to my lack of juctice in this life of pure
emmereffing hell, 24-7-365.2422 for 60 years, without a break, or a
let up, other than the three port in the storm years that gave me
tiny little breaks, while all the while, cleverly setting me up, all
three of those times, for what was to follow, and that was some shit
that was not pretty, I assure you. Grown sailor men would lose their
lunch on my life, and I assure you that several folks have already
lost some of their sanity over just small parts of it, such as my
Saint Barnabas Crisis Counselor in Cherry Hill, Kieth, coworker at
Roadway Joe Paget, and I promise you, the list goes only onward and
onward. If someone could show me a number that stretches to no end, I
would say they found the number rather than the symbol for infinity.
Well in like manner, if someone could prove to me that anyone else on
this planet ever, could survive what I have had to take for sixty
years and remain at least somewhat sociologically functional; I would
stop believing in my deepest heart, that I have gone into a condition
that bible scholars call, ''HELL'', decades ago. I want very much to
be proven wrong. No one is able to, and they try it, convinced that
they can do this, and then do one of two things, literally go off
their nut, or get angry and dangerously aggressive and hostile with
me because I have taken them beyond their birth created maxed out
mental programming of the natural world order of the possibilities
scales.
This
blog is not going to be one of Terry Egghead Jerseyharbor's
favorites, but that's just too bad. It will indeed scatter-brain all
around, but I do indeed have a method to my madness, and you'll need
to trust me on this. Otherwise, click onto other blogs, like Mary-Kay
and her home made berry ice cream recipes, or the Blogs of three wild
seamen, or you might even try the Blogs of Satan Worshiper Jack
Jackson Junior of Mississippi. But staying here will do one thing
that none of these others can do for you. They can prove to you that
you will never ever die the way you now feel and think you know
anything about the mysterious of the life and death reality, and obn
top of all that, you will see a few things in a newer light, again,
of you stay open minded, and don't do a Warren Grove, New Jersey
summer of 1997 Dave Roth on me, when I get pretty far out there, and
believe me people, I will be getting out there. You see, I don't know
how much time that I have left, and I must complete the parts of
Morianity, that will at least serve to allow others to take my place,
hopefully someday down the road, and finish it to its natural
conclusion, and any dummy in the world, can see that the god of the
Jewish Bible is real, and lives a life not that far away from the
lives we all live, but in a totally upline reality, just as I told
you all boldly about, nine years ago when all these blogs began. You
all know her full name when pronounced by waking world English
speaking tongues, SSJKK, and you all know, I claim all of this to be
100% non-fictional, the entire blogs of the past nine years, the BOM,
or whatever, old friend Congressman Andrews from 1975-1980!
First,
Mark Wayne Mohr will not celebrate, but rather mourn, his 60th
fucking birthday two months from tomorrow, Saturday, on 12-04.
1954-2014 is 60 years, like DUH. This is the most front set part of
the real me, or my active memories. As it fades into small childhood
and baby-hood, and then to the first weeks of my life as the me that
I am, it used to be totally black and empty, a tiny memory here and
there. Now all the stuff at age four and back month after month in
reverse, this entire memory is clearer than the past week, well, not
this past week, as this past week has been hell on fucking Earth for
me, from last Saturday through this middle late Friday evening. I
have a clear memory of the day I was born and the snow falling
outside of the hospital window, in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. Nobody
ever told me it was snowing on my date of birth, this was not some
planted idea-memory. But you know people, I watch all of you in your
tons of desire to know powerful truths yet you stay dumb as a pile of
cum. Even planted memories, merely come from parallel universes, as
do dream memories, and there is so much more, way to complicated for
me to start tackling with you all today. This is why Goddess made new
days for me to get all GABBY about! That little squib a couple days
back was anything but a joke. It is the way it all works, and is
called PHASE-4. My blogs spoke of this once, and I hope to get back
to this again, but when my life is being literally snuffed out by
total pigs who should be taken out and shot slowly to death and left
to be eaten by wild animals in the woods; this leaves me to need to
alter my plans and rearrange shit around just a little bit. Any
logician obviously sees my mindset here, and would agree with me.
Now I wanted to create the GAWNUM as an APP for these new phone-computers, but King Entertainment and other thjieves beat me to the punch, despite my having something that doubles as a fun game if that is all most wish to use the program for, but for those who want to take the JACKSON ADVICE of 35 years ago, and “GET SERIOUS”; that can also be done with GAWNUM, and the sky is the limit, with the top program, and a 5 terra-bite computer, or in that neighborhood. I told you all that I was informed by a powerful source of mine up in the great Poolroy-City of 13-600, that this system was used to kill Mister Terrorist BL, by the NSA, who of course would deny this whole heartedly and take all of the glory and credit for themselves. Still, if I was a go getter and a self started, and I was just not born that way, so sorry lovely wild Lady Gaga, but that's just the reality of things, but if I was; King Entertainment's rip off would not stop me from getting my APP out onto the global market, as my shit is real, and is major, and the world would fall in love with it as soon as it caught on. I would be the next billionaire and I already fully know it. But that's not to be, and I also totally know THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I used the GAWNUM just a short while ago after the explosion outside
my door here at 601 Avenue B, Unit #607, here in Fort Pierce, Florida
around quarter shy of seven give or take some minutes, with my
ex-cleaning lady who will be paid her fifty smacks tomorrow when I go
out to the bank and get her cash, and then I am forever done with
this monster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes the fucking cunt lapping
world famous (`~HACK) Bob FCC McDowell, at seven past ten this Friday
asshole evening, old buddy, and kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
fucking hacking is beginning, and I know my rotten miserable
daughter, MC, is behind this horror, and has been since I bought that
garbage 2008 stuff from her, and loaded it into my computer back
then, not this computer, but she and her friends can pull off
anything they want, and anyone who cannot see this, pure and simply
said and put, is a total ignorant wad of pure shit for brains,
cubed!!!!
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MOTHER FUCKING MORON CHILD CAN SEE THAT WHORE JANE FONDA BITCH JUST
GOT ME WITH HER PAGE FUCKING ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO I WAS FORCED TO FUCKING COMPENSATE.
Maybe
you can see, kind folks; I AM HAVING A PWETTY FUCKED UP WOTTEN DAY,
BRO!!!!!!!!!
MARK
WAYNE MOHR BLOGS
© BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN/MWM/2006-2014
So
what did I ask the GAWNUM, and what answer did I get back from an all
wise Astral-Plane Panther????????????????????????
I
asked shy I am under this fucking hell for a solid week now, from
Saturday last right through this Friday present? His response was
PCN-761.
My
match-list of items for PCN-761, are as follows, ladies and
gentlemen:
ECLIPSE,
SHARKEY, SOMEDAY WILL MARRY, NOTHING, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY, THROAT
SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL.
The
word, 'narrty'
is Astral
Plane
Olympian
Province
translation to waking world English language to the word of 'marry'.
Forgive me for using it accidentally on a near-previous blog. 'M' and
'N', as in cigarettes and Sarah Karge, and her cigar flicking on
Tennessee Avenue in 1997, or when I was dreaming that it was summer
time in July of 1997 actually; but these are interchangeable OP
Astral Plane
letters and pronunciations. When the 'N' is used instead of the 'M'
however, a 'T' needs to precede the letter 'Y'. But I am not here to
give a lot of speech information on this blog after this kind of a
monster ass day. But indeed, powerful reasons exist, when I was
dreaming it was July 11, 1997, before waking up on the twelfth, and
seeing Viqueen-Mini-Great Elly, on the Black Horse Pike in the
Blenheim, New Jersey vicinity; for all of these things to have been
recently blogged, such as the words marry and narrty being equal
sounds, Astrally, such as Trick or treat being pronounced as
Tricky-teet-teet, and the number seventeen, is sevteenteen. I do not
know why while awake, as I do when I am completely dead and on the
Astral-plane, and even if I did, why would I tell. All I ever manage
to do is to dig myself deeper and fuckiGN deeper holes that I then
need to try getting out of, while those very words echo so loudly
inside my brain, simultaneously, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I was
abducted without my consent onto this plane many times, once
meeting THAT FAMILY in the summer of 1970, in powerful dreaming
interactions in the hyperspace,
while staying at the
'pervo's
house on Cornball Avenue',
in the town just to south of Atlantic City, New Jersey, called,
Ventnor.
Those
out here in Cyber-Village, who do know about the GAWNUM, standing for
of course, Gawky Gaukauk's Numerology; may have messed with it and
seen how it works in their own lives, and had some real mind blowing
experiences. A few may think, it has to be garbage because get what
is not compatible, the
word MOTHER
and the
word FATHER?
Well, let me remind you, there are complexities beyond your simple
knowledge of this. First, there are branchcodes, and second, there
are more than 2-compat-coding equations. Of course mother and father
are not compatible. What a mother and father does to become those
things, is to bring into the world, a dreaming entity, in flesh form,
known as a baby. If you get the PCN of mother and the PCN of father,
no it is not compatible, as why would they be, of its own standing.
But plug baby into the mix, and it is a powerful compatible equation.
You can indeed use three and four items to be compared for
compatibility study, and the same rule applies to the added total. At
least one digit on all lines must be in the total or the PCNT. So
642+671 is the quintessential fooler, for those that think they
understand the science of the GAWNUM, and might even make a Munster
Mockingbird out of those who play with a little knowledge. Mother and
father added up, oh boy, it is 1313, as in Munster Mockingbird Lane,
and no, not compatible. But throw in the word 'BABY' or add PCN-431
to the 642 and the 671, and now the PCNT=1544, with numbers above the
PCNT being hit all over the place like zaps of static charge when
taking a wool blanket in the cold dry north winters, and rub it over
your hair if it is long. You'll see LIGHTNING SHOOT OUT OF YOUR HAND
in gorgeous colors, and hear little snap sounds. Multiply this
millions of times, and you would be getting struck by lovely
lightning, only you would not know it, as you would be standing in
front of this beautiful blond girl, eighteen years old endlessly,
named Diana Arteemis. She is a very wonderful sweet Goddess. But not
to get me off onto that tangent or i'll totally forget my point; yes,
a lot of the numbers are hit many times, and the same rule exists, at
least one from each line, in this case three lines, must be in the
PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBER TOTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
despite this hellish week, I have averaged 2.3 units on five days of
one game play. One day I was blessed like heaven manna with green
roulette numbers on the two higher of the 5-staged bets. One day I
quit a few bucks down and played it safe, so that was my average,
even with the vig of the game house left inside, which was removed
when this began as a simple luck testing method. I know how much the
fucking fart sniffing WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE loves hearing this shit,
WHAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have taken a lot of enemies discussed on these blogs, and asked many
things, not with cards and dice to get random conversion numerations,
but by seeing if sentence breaks are compatible, one to another, such
as the one told about in the recent blog where I learned that my
pills were taken, but it was more ESS involved, and not just someone
deciding on a whim to do this evil thing to me, and then deny it so
viciously and treat me like I was the horrible fuckiGN jerk off this
early evening. This type of fuckign shit has gone on since I was god
dam knee high to a small dam kitten, this didn't fucking start three
months ago while crossing over Grant Avenue from I-95, lovely
daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Give
me a break, this last week, I asked why it all went down with the
pills being robbed out of my apartment, and the whole fuckiGN cunt
eating nine yards. Look again at those PCN answers from the magical
kitty cat from Province Olympia, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
just
look at the magical Timeless Satellite calendars, old phone taper
buddy from 1973 after I was in computer school, and out of
Emmylouville of Endless Laughs from the Morons Club of Haddonfield,
and the child pervo's as well. My kid is annoying me to death, Pam
Bondi, and your running anti-mate, if you are out there ever. He is
going loudly back and forth on an illegally piped motorcycle, down
Seventh Street here in town, right past my window at after eleven
fucking cunt of the clock, and this is illegal crime gang activity,
Sheriff Mascara, oh great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
let me repeat those powerful items that are part of why I am going
through this past week of fuckiGN pussy chewing hypertime hell, YO
BRO!
ECLIPSE,
SHARKEY, SOMEDAY WILL MARRY, NOTHING, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY, THROAT
SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL.
MY
DAM ASS COMPUTER HACKING IS BEGINNING TO GET REAL BAD; FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION.
IT SEEMS MY DAM LOUSY DAUGHTER AND HER ROTTEN RIAA FRIENDS, AREN'T
AFRAID OF YOU, OR ANYBODY, WHY NOT SHOW THEM THEY DON'T TOTALLY RULE
AS MUCH AS THEY THINK THEY DO, YO, OLD PAL???????? THESE SLIME BALLS
JUST REMOVED AND HACKED OFF A WORD, AND I MANAGED TO RESTORE IT ONTO
THE DOCUMENT. THEY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TEASE ME AND LIVE
IN FANTASY LAND WITH THEIR GARBAGE ENTERTAINMENT
SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
3, 2014,
LATE
ON BOTBAR ASS FRIDAY NIGHT, AT 11:18
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGE, (H-93/L-74)
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELING FUCKING CUNT 80.
PLEASE
DO NOT BE SHOCKED WHEN HUGE FUCKING METEORS STRIKE THIS EARTH, AS
MAGGIE WILL EVENTUALLY FUCKING KICK IN FOR ME, I PROMISE YOU ALL THIS
MUCH!!!
WHOEVER
YOU ARE, YOU ARE SO FUCKING TWISTED AND SCREWED UP, IT WOULD TAKE TEN
FUCKING HITLER'S TO EQUAL YOUR ILLNESS, AND YOUR ENDLESS CRUELITY,
MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF SCUM BAG TRASH ASS DIRT
BALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WATCHED ALL THIS GO DOWN, THINKING IT WAS ALL ABOUT ME, AFTER
08/15/1986, AND A LOT OF IT WAS USED ON AND AGAINST ME, AND MANY LIKE
ME. BUT THIS WAS NOT THE WHOLE COMPLETE PICTURE BY ANY STRETCH OF THE
TRUTH. THESE DEMONS IN BODIES WERE SLOWLY WAITING TO FUCKIGN CUNT
CARRY OUT ALL THESE THINGS THAT I SAW ALL BEGIN, ON THAT FATEFUL UGLY
FUCKIGN DATE AS SHOWN ABOVE. IT WASN'T BECAUSE OF ANYTHING THAT WENT
DOWN TWO WEEKS EARLIER IN NYC FOLKS, I PROMISE. THEY MERELY USED ALL
OF FUCKIGN THIS, AS THE ULTIMATE FIGHTER JET PHILOSOPHY KNOWN ALSO AS
THE TOM CRUISE TOP GUN (WHAT'S MY EXCUSE) SYNDROME (OR THE WMES).
Now
if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend
and into next week,
there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I
go out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls,
the beach, whatever, and this is precisely
what I PLAN TO DO,
if they don't mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They don't want people like me with girlfriends,
or anyone, for that matter. I tried to call Mikey down in fuckiGN
cunt Lauderdale, and they jimmied up the phone again; to where I hear
him and someone else talking and they cannot hear me, just like
before with him a couple months back, and also just like back early
in the winter time in 1980 when I lived in that Mantua, New Jersey
house before moving the first of three times into the Robin Hill
Apartments, and called my night boss at the recording studio, RPL,
and heard his wife and her girlfriend, but they could not hear me.
These fucking demons from hell want me 100% isolated, no friends, no
nothing. Then on top of that, only enemies all over the fuckiGN place
to deal fuckiGN with. As I said earlier in this blog, if THIS IS NOT
HELL, THEN SOMEONE HAS DONE AN EXPERT JOB MAKING THIS SIMULATION,
Professor Kaku-NYU, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
DESTROY THESE ENEMIES AND THEIR LOVED ONES, OR YOU WILL BE DESTROYED
AND THAT'S A PROMISE, MMMMMMMMMMM, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!! THIS
AIN'T NO WAKE UP BUMP SONG, MEDIA PRESS, THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL
FUCKING WAKE UP WARNING, FROM KING
TECHNO-POOP, old shoes and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes
we can catch more flies with sugar than we can with fucking ass
vinegar. This is how I managed to keep my measly food and medical
bennies late last year, as some of my viewers just might fucking ass
remember, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I
then cleverly fed her lots of subtle but unmissable compliments, and
she began to respond, and I got exactly what I needed. I do not
believe in using these so called ''The-Mentalist-TV'' Patrick Jane
abilities, not normally. But I am so down and fucking out, that I
had, as Barnabas Collins said to that gorgeous young blond girl in
the late nineteen-sixties, ''NO
CHOICE''.
He said to her that she left him no choice but to
do a Roseann Delaney on her
and bite her throat out, so she'd need an Enzemeter to sing real well
after that day, if she lived, I guess, Mike McNulty; even if she
shared another PP and my favorite color; right
Annsaga King Songwriter of Atlantic City and Hammonton???????
WOW has Jane Fucking Whore been striking me continually without
mercy, lads and lassies, and I will someday promise to piss right on
her miserable mother fuckiGN grave, more than once!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORE
MAJOR MOUSE AND GENERAL COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY WHACK JOB KID, OLD
BUDDY, BOBBY. I KNOW IT IS HER. I USED TI THGINK IT WAS MAYBE HER,
BUT THAT FUCKIGN SHIT ON THE FUCKIGN NEWS A COUPLE NIGHTS BACK, WAS
MORE THAN TECHNO-POPPED ROAD LIFE SAVING STRIPS, THAT TOLD ME ALL I
NEEDED TO FUCKIGN CUNT HEAR, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!
TODAY WAS
SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR, ANOTHER WORST ONE EVER.
BETWEEN HALF
PAST FIVE AND CLOSE TO SIX SOMEWHERE, MY CLEANING LADY CAME UP TO
BALL ME OUT FOR ACCUSING HER OF TAKING MY PILLS, AND NOT PAYING HER
TODAY AS PROMISED. SHE DOUBTS MY WORD THAT I WILL PAY HER OVER THE
WEEKEND. SHE HANDED ME A LONG SONG AND DANCE ABOUT HOW TRUSTWORTHY
SHE IS AND GOES INTO APARTMENTS WHERE NEARLY A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN
CASH IS, AND EVERYONE TRUSTS HER, AND ON AND ON WITH THIS SORT OF
MALARKEY. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, AND HOW SHE CAN STRAIGHT FACE LIE TO
ME AND TURN IT AROUND AND MAKE ME THE HEAVY, AS I KNEW SHE WOULD, AS
LIFE ALWAYS WORKS THIS WAY, BUT HOW PEOPLE CAN DO THIS, PROVES TO ME,
THE ESS IS REAL, AND THE ESS IS DOING THIS TO ME. MAYBE ONE HER
DOPPELGANGERS GOT IN HER TO MAKE HER DO THIS, AND WON'T EVEN LET HER
REMEMBER. MAYBE I REALLY DID HIT AND SPIT ON THAT QUAKERTOWN,
PENNSYLVANIA SCHOOL BUS, AS THOSE MANY FELLOW STUDENTS ALL CLAIMED
THAT I DID, IF THIS IS ALL TRUE, THIS IS INDEED WHY THE NSA IS
KEEPING A SUPER TIGHT LID ON WHAT YOU ALL SEE AS THE ALIEN-UFO
SITUATION. AS I TYPE THIS, A GIGANTIC RAINBOW IS SITTING RIGHT OFF
THE ATLANTIC OCEAN, TO THE RIGHT OF MY FRONT WINDOWS THAT FACE NORTH
AT TWENTY PAST SIX THIS EVENING. THANK YOU JEHOVAH FOR LETTING ME
KNOW YOU CARE AND ARE WATCHING OVER ME, BROWN EYES! I KNOW YOU WON'T
LET THIS GET TOO MUCH WORSE, AND WILL END MY LIFE IN THIS HELL SOON,
HOPEFULLY, AS I CANNOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS, TEEN QUEEN ALMIGHTY
GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, MY LONG HAIRED LOVE.
There is no time
to blog right now, things must be taken care of, so I put this little
tweety-bird-blog up. A friend from a while back knows a place where I
can purchase a large supply of quick death poison. This is my only
way out, and all my murderers stand accused on these nine years of
the Blogs Of Mountainpen. A few rumbles of thunder are also around.
IWALU SSJKK, punish and destroy me all you want to, I LOVE YOU!
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The (`~HACK) is
getting nasty again, Bob McDowell, FCC. I just don't bother yelling
about this rubbish, electronically; every single emmereffing time
that it occurs.
Johnny Fucker
Faster, WOW you could tell that one so good, old FCC buddy, back in
1972 in Dan Mackey's friggin' class. WEEEEEEEEEE! I will bet you
remember lovely blond Amy. Speaking of RIAA as we both know she
became one of their biggest deals in a decade or less; did you hear
the news item, my old FCC buddy and Chairman; that stated when you go
to many recording artist websites, you will find yourself major
hacked afterward? This made the news a day or so ago, locally here in
South Central Eastern Florida, and brought back some pretty
wow-powerful memories of OHM-8. Is this being done by the hacker
crazy's, or are these nut case artists doing it? You see, Bob, what
bugs the hell out of me, right here and right now in present time of
October of OHM-FOURTEEN, is that I say things that are real, and I am
just a pile of shit. If I had any clout at all, my shit would not be
ignored, except for the WOMO'S. They of course, sir, know I am for
real, and are causing a lot of this to begin with. Just thought I'd
bring you this tid bit little newsworthy item for you to 'gnaw on',
to quote my late mom from the past century. Boy aren't we old as
shit, past centuries, decades ago for most things we think and talk
about, like fucking WOW, YO! Anyway, if you're getting my message,
old buddy, you can call me Johnny Slower now, and I would really
appreciate it if you looked into this thing, as I don't think it is
fair for me to have to suffer in silence. I must be real dam careful
with this next thing, but go ahead, if you know my history since my
daughter was ten or so. Have someone drive or fly by my place within
a week or so. See the house next to the building, towards US Highway
1? If I don't shut up, I can be next. This is real hell, being scared
to death of my kid, along with so many other life hassles, but then,
were all of them generated all this time, by my own wonderful loins?
I will always love this great goddess!
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OCTOBER
3, 2014,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 12:24,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELING 82.
YESTERDAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE (H-92/L-73)
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
YEAH
ALEX-2001, I'M A SICK MOTHER FUCKING SHIT.
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDA
SAME OLD FUCKING SONG, NO DIFFERENT BEAT, NO BEING GONE, OR HERE,
JUST ENDLESSNESS, AND UNRELENTING FUCKING HUNTINGTON CURSES, THAT
FOLLOWED THIS FAMILY OF MINE NOW FOR ROUGHLY 12 AND A HALF THOUSAND
GOD DAM YEARS, MY BRAHHHH!!!
“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
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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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!!!!
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THANK
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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!!!
OCTOBER
1, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:09,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 91 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 68%, FEELING 101 DEGREES.
THIS
IS A REAL SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY PEOPLE.
I
FUCKED UP ON THE TEMP. ON LAST BLOG.
I
do not have new nabes, and James is innocent. The hammering is still
ongoing, but it is repairing crap for the inspection, as the building
today and tomorrow all through Saturday, is and will be crawling with
Inspectors and Housing Authority cops, and all of that, so noise will
be around a while until all this shit once and fuckiGN for all this
cunt eating weekend.
I
have some big problems ahead of me with the medical shit. The Mayo
Clinic is 300 miles away up in Jacksonville, so a 600 mile round trip
is coming up soon. It is not like there is any choice. One thing I'll
say for this very evil fucking nation, and that is, no wonder you
have so many global enemies, way more than you have friends. All you
do is WANT TO RULE EVERYBODY'S LIVES, LIKE LITTLE DEMIGODS, CEASERS
AND EMPORERS. No one wanted this imperial rule, and America was
supposed to be all about freedom, the biggest fuckiGN joke on planet
Earth. This is every single bit like Nazi Germany, and folks, I was
there, and I should know! Debbie Marotto said to come see her Friday
to talk, she was too busy with this inspection and these dudes all
over the place. The cleaning lady did it, but I cannot accuse her. In
a circumstantial murder case, she would be convicted. Pills cannot
walk away by themselves. She was the only possible way they walked.
They did walk. I have nothing to gain by lying, as they will not
allow me to replace my necessary medications, I am not like you other
people out here, I am under some kind of invisible yet 100% fucking
totally real thing that I have come to call the HUNTINGTON CURSE.
It's no joke, it was never a joke, and never is going to be a milf
sniffing fucking joke, folks! All any of you ever have to do is go
back half a dozen blogs or so, read it forward or in reverse, and you
will see that not even ten fucking Einstein's could be smart enough
to make this all up just for fame or attention, the last thing on my
pussy chewing mind believe me; and that it all fits perfectly
together beyond the greatest fictional work in all of literature. Any
point ever, take 4-8 of my blogs in a row, and see the magic, or
don't, be a buttwipe, but then don't tell me I need a sike ward and a
shrink. If you won't at least look openly at the evidence that stares
you in the face like an exploding fucking super nova, then you have
no room to talk or to judge me and my level of sanity, and this goes
triple time for asshole, Dock Jay Schorr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
comes my fucking jerk off snotty hackers, Bob FCC MCDOWELL, fucking
up my blog with mouse shit! HELP ME PLEASE, YO YO YO OLD PAL.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC
DESTROY
ALL PERSONS WHO ARE WIPING OUT MY FUCKING LIFE AND HURTING ME AND
FUCKING WITH ME, SCAN, USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. USE 'I' TO
'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. HEAR THE OLD
STYLE AT&T TELEPHONE TONES AS THE LONG 'EEEE' VOWEL SOUND, THE
HIGH TONE IS GREEN, THE LOW TONE IS BROWN, HEAR THEM NOW IN MY MIND,
WITH ALL GENERAL AND SPEICAL ORDERS.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Go
to 18 clever girls under all power and anti attack orders, max out
PPG and controls against your PPG control, 11.8 and 11.5 IPNS
respectively. A CRUSHED I-O IS ON YOUR T-B, AWAITING MY COMMAND FOR
TOTAL DESTRUCT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT,
SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT, G-1133, G-189, G-901, UNDER
CG-18, AND S—T—O—P!!!!!!!!!
SOMEBODY
ALL OVER THE WORLD AND THEIR LOVED ONES IS GONNA' BE REAL FUGGIN'
SAHWEE, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
HACK-HACK-HACK,
FCC!!!! Lotsa blood'll be spilled!!!!!
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