BLOG BIO DATA, AT 4:35 PM, ON 10/27/2014.
THE
MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 004
THIS IS ONE WAY THAT NOBODY MINDS PUSHING SEVENTY;
PONCE DILEON, RCW-SR.
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I WISH I HAD ONE OR TWO MORE ZEROS TO THE RIGHT, BUT THAT'S
LIFE
SPEAKING OF LIFEGUARDS, MICROSOFT OF FRANCE, LET ME SAY-LEVY!
OCTOBER
27, 2014,
LATE
MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 53%, AND IT FEELS 82.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE SO FAR TODAY IS (H-83/L-54).
Yes
my pal, Seabottom; I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did,
or maybe I hope it was just as crappy. Who can ever know, along with
all great copyrighted breath echos, right eighties examiners up there
in WASH-DOCK-13-600???????????
No, it was not only the
Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, that made ALL HELL CUBED BREAK
LOOSE ON ME. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON SINCE 9:30 AM, ON SATURDAY,
DECEMBER 4, 1954 WHEN THE DOCTOR STARTED SMACKING ME ON MY ASS. I
DIDN'T DO A DAM THING TO THAT SON OF A BITCH. AND THEN IT JUST KEPT
RIGHT ON GOING FROM THERE, AND MANY SAY, SEE HITLER, YOU NEVER
ESCAPED A THING, YOU MANIAC. WELL, NEITHER DID MISTER JACKSON, HUH
HOPE KERNAN????????????????????????????
''SSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOO'',
TO QUOTE YOU, SIR ARTHUR CRANE, OLD TCE PAL FROM 1992; IS BRENDA
MOORE REALLY, ''LIKE TWENTY-ONE'', AND WHY WOULD A MAN ALMOST
FORTY, CARE ABOUT SOME TEENAGED SLUT ANIWHO???????? FRIENDS ALL SAY,
I AM MEAN; BUT THAT 42,000 NUMBER, IS WAY COLDER THAN ALL OF THE
HOTEL ICE MACHINES ALL COMBINED, IN ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY,
USA-ESMWG. I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE
PERMIT THIS LITTLE PASTE-IN-PAGE
CUZZ
HEINZ CAMERAS GOZZWALD FROM DECEMBER OF 1972!!!!
*JOURNAL
TAPE 25,752*
WOW,
the world sucks. I had to pay $42,000.00 for something that made no
sense whatsoever in my exploratron travels last night. Does this fit
somehow, into how I recently had, by pure random chance, of me
purchasing a blank VHS video tape, at the local Good-Will Store, here
in town; and learning through an unbelievable set of wild
happenstances, that I am David's fifth cousin four times removed, off
of the MYERS line, despite his not knowing who they sprang off from
in one of several lines, the Gottwald's, who I jokingly refer to as
the Gozzwald's or Ozzwalds, on these blogs; you might be wondering.
Well before getting into this topic of today's blog. There are a lot
of doors in the hallway that are freaking banging away today; and my
noisy nabes are a real pain in my twat! Still, as winter rapidly
turns to summer here in the oven state of sunshine and phony
lightning capitols; folks are folks, and they tend to get noisier in
hotter weather. Me, I turn my air conditioning unit down as low as I
can without my Chemtrailitis making me cough my lungs out, normally
75-79 by day and about 80 by night, if I go lower, the coughing
attacks get nasty. Aniwho, screw these unpleasant asshole neighbors,
let me get on with the story of Cousin David Clean Hands and his
coming in 2010 with his pal Darius Evans, to the Harvest Food
Outreach place where I worked, and both became my bosses. At this
place, young peeps are liked, and us old mother fuckers are not so
much liked. This is the way of the world for the most of it
everywhere, but it was especially noticeable up there at that shit
hole toilet, and you can look them up at this website:
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
so click and enjoy, then hit your backspace button and count to five,
and you will be right back at this exact spot where you clicked.
DUH-HYUNDAI CARS.
Luckily
for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this
incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all
together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing
42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle,
and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off
lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my
struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS
INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ''whatever'', Congressman,
before you were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in
where else but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of
the constant, and yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word
like, not light, but my deeper mind that was speaking about the
constant, spoke through me and left me to robotically type in the
incorrect word on my previous blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey.
Warren,
Boo, Darius, and David; Jeese-Louise, what a
MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho folks, his mother, my C-4-R-4, (fourth
cousin four times removed) all stemming from my mom's first cousin
Ruth Huntington who married Heinz Gottwald, who gave birth to five
children, three boys and two girls, the oldest girl and not the
oldest child, being Christine, the girl Jimmy Dean fell for and was
making out with in 1975, on Uncle Heinz's ketch, during a sailing
boat trip that my mom went on, while I was getting the crap beat out
of me in Atlantic City that day with two monster freaking lifeguard
mascots, twice my pathetic puny wimpy flabby little 20 year old size.
Enough to make you grow up and not be a boy any more, on the advice
of Dan Mackey, my old FCC wormhole pal, Bobby MCD????????????????????
See how things all prove my story comes out true, folks, are you
blinder than a cane itself??????????????? La-Da-Da-Da, my attorneys
won't even bother contacting a soul. I am way too old and tired to
give one rotten pale of stinky shit on the local jetty, Governor
Fruit. Wow, the hollering and doors is pretty intense today, but last
night, even thought they were quiet, I tried getting up yo my site at
Blogger to view my own blog as I do upon occasion, and was major
hacked, BOB-FCC, old Fort Wayne, Indiana friend, YO! I was hacked out
of my Comcast E-MAIL page, then I could not get up on the net at all,
and then, wild screens popped up all over the place, and it was like
I was mother flowering back in the 1997 Somerdale death house, with
Fred and Craig, the two RADIO SHACK EMPLOYEES who came over to help
me with my computer that evening one summer day. I doubt this was the
famous summer's night of the fifties that caused that lovely ballad
song to spring forth, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this would
all be enough to make James Redfield, the great father of the NEW
AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts without even looking at
some photo of a lovely naked model. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Now
obviously, my 4-4 cuzz, David's mom, who I met several times AT THE
HARVEST, a gorgeous woman may I add; must have somehow learned
locally by having someone, after following me and learning of my
errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I look for blank VHS video
tapes there, and placed the blank video herself, into the pile; after
seeing I was already on the way over. Remember, this is the age of
cellphones, and everybody can play James Bond. The local novelty
shops can legally sell all sorts of spy equipment to any unlicensed,
and non-private investigator; and all sorts of things can be done; as
ADA Ron Wirtz Senior taught me; and this was all around 2 solid ass
freaking decades back into time; so think by now what folks can do,
that have the know how!!!!!??????????????????? This was all a wild
super PARLOR TRICK, as was the Cifaloglio magazine with MY at the
Empire State Building around the time of her twentieth high school
reunion in OHM-8, and the auto-reverse cassette deck in my car
playing that karaoke flip side version with the 'MY' on it before the
start of my 1986 song, ''REAL GOOD GIRL''.
I'll highlight it now in light pink.
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WELL,
MEMORIES FROM 1986 COME TO MIND!
I
feel a lot of fucking “evil all around me, surrounding me, and I am
in a lot of fucking danger, and Diana is unable to protect me”,
both now, just as she was that day in 1986, when she told me this;
in our special electron to human coded
communications!!!! WO-BILLY.
Now
study this chart with the DOW, between this Sunday afternoon, and up
through half past nine tomorrow morning, Monday. Look at where around
a quarter shy of eleven is, and see how they tried to keep pushing it
up. However, I was already in the process of figuring out the truth
about Hands Washing Cousin David. They say one hand washes the other,
and I suppose 'if we get real'; those that have this spoken to them,
could easily argue freaking back, that ''How
else can we keep our hands clean and germs from killing off the human
race''? Well, this proves that all stories and coins have two
sides, and I hope that some few out here will bear that truth in mind
when negatively judging my wild and seemingly fantastic claims in
this MORIANITY BIBLE FOR THE THIRD MILLENNIUM, good people. So
why is my daughter so sure that all of ''my stuff is nonsense''?
Well, that is on her, BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No
honey, no sweetie, no baby blond lightning goddesses, and no how no
nothing AT&T calls. “HI MARK”. Hi
yourself, kiddo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone
is entitled to their opinions, Mashell Daniels from 1980 at the RPL
Sound Recording Studios of Camden, New Jersey, boy are you hard to
forget. Not because of your wild fucking incredible beauty, but
because, as with Dawn-Marie King, certain peeps have those Nat-King
Cole “UNFORGETTABLE” personalities. No puns here good folks; I
don't watch network television, I just see shit advertised, while
attempting to watch news broadcasts from time to time.
SO
FOLKS, PLEASE; BE CAREFUL, AND WASH YOUR HANDS, AND ALWAYS TRY TO
LIVE BY SOME CODE OF SYMBOLOGY. You'll be glad that you did, or you
will wake up from dreams that YOU ARE HERE, right US © Office of
1988 of the McDonald's Dancers Club??????????????
W—O—W
---------- W—O—W ---------- W—O—W!!!
RING
RING---RING RING, PERMISSION BARRIER!
The
mind realm (6th-Dimension), is not an easy concept, and I realize it.
But for 99.99999999% of humanity that will be destined to live and to
die without ever getting it at all, you are merely going through the
motions of being just as Shakespeare described, one of the players in
a huge reality show and video game computerized simulation of some
kind, that has infinite upline and downline potentiality. Worlds
without end, AMEN. Forget the old country songs, open up a mother
fucking bible for crissake. I never ever said one thing that is not
biblical. Those are love to argue that you know you are in hell with
that taking a drop of water from fingertip to lip and Lazerus, or the
living but once and then a judgment, you just misinterpret this great
holy information, or complete information, so terribly, it truly is
such a fucking dam shame, Shirley and Dancers Company, so point me to
the great sisters, YO Steve and Patty. The present you lives as the
present you, one time, and in time-illusion, along a line on the
fourth dimension that becomes a raised circle or disc of a sort; and
all of it is in a state of perfect karmic balance not only in each
individual single song (universe), but throughout the entire fifth
dimensional hyperspatial many multiple songs (multiverse), verse
means song, uni and multi speaks for itself as well. Don't believe
me, ask any great language expert all degreed and tenured at some big
ass ivy league university!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
look down at the time squares, breaking the daily stock trading day
in two hour block periods. A dim wit nerd half brain alive,
Optimist-Twinbay; can see that this is when they had to
POUR IT ON WITH THE FREAKING ASS
ICPE, my pal Mister J. Seabottom, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
for the fucking love of Jupiter, crissake YO!!!!
BLOGS
OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
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KIND
FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL
FUCKING TOUCH IT, IT IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE, AND NOT TO BE
CONFUSED WITH THE INTENTIONAL DISINFORMATION OUT ON THE NET, AND THE
OTHER HUNTINGTON CURSE. OH LIBRARY LINDA, I AM SO HAPPOY YOU AND YOUR
FRIENDS MADE IT BIG WITH YOUR ANCESTRY DOT COM WEBSITE. KEEP UP THE
GOOD WORK, GLAD TO BE OF SOME SMALL SERVICE BACK IN 2010; TALL LOVELY
GODDESS. W—O—W!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE OF THIS CURSE, ONE PERSON IN
THIS FAMILY FOR 2000 YEARS, BEARS THE BURDON OF THIS, RIGHT MORGAN
COLLINS OF DARK SHADOWS???????????????????????????????
QUIT
HACKING THIS MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE
AND GET A FUCKING TURD CHEWING LIFE; YOU STUPID ASS IGNORANT JACK
OFFS! JESUS
CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
got tongue tied after reading a blog back in the first couple of
years of these blogs, and said Duma Argon, instead of Dukra Agron,
during the event where the military base was attacked by some local
nutcase, near Lakewood Lightning bus towns. Only David Roth and I
appreciate that little pun, and he is not here any more, right John
E. Davis and Lou Sauce, and all you Philly music industry crumbs,
Lenny, Sigma garbage, and those two butt-wipes who think they're god
almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING TOLEDO TECHNO POP, FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER AND JUPITER
INLET!
555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
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A
HUGE FUCKING MOUSE HACK, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, KIND SIR. I NEED HELP,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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