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I
AM DYING, AND SO IS MY BLOG, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY. Everything is so really funny. You and
Hair's Big-Tits Sheila Franklin, huh Gaines family of 2015??????????
Back
in 1977,
I met a real jerk off named Jan Nace, who did sound recording, and
thought he was a little god, at the age of twenty-nine. He had a
little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I
did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980, and he did such a
rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New
Jersey; reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a
little bit better. But just exactly how does Jan Nace and Dennis
Caldwell of the Clayton Brokerage, all fit together as I told that it
does, a while back; you may still be wondering, folks? Well, for
openers, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS from universes all throughout
hyperspace, do a lot more than know how to join up with the Lambrigg
Cult of the Astral-Plane, fly around in weird creepy air saucers,
build weird looking work-bots that we have all mistaken for
space-aliens (SPAL) as it will come to be called later towards the
end of this century, and these lovely wonderful darling awesome
people, LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, with the rest of the
NON-TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and the intricacies and elucidations to this
as well as Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell, would require about a dozen
WAR AND PEACE TOLSTOYU novels, for me to even start cracking open,
all of this major mother fucking shit. That does not mean it is not
there, or that I could not write it all and crack it all open. I
will do all of this, just give me some time,
and hay; all good Delaney vamps out there; where are you when I need
you and WALMART VOICEMAILS, BRAH?????????? I
haven't even started blowing your mind yet, Count Russell Von
Marcucci Zoomneck from Great Neck.
No
one thing ever happens to any of us. We see life as a series of
things and stuff that happens to us, brought to us as the TV sponsors
love to say so often, by the sensory system, or our human five
senses, you know, sight, sound, touch, feel, and
taste!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a huge illusion, and one that the
great formula of E=NC SQ totally proves to be nothing but illusion,
but most people do not even want to understand even the smallest and
most basic part of what the great Sir AE meant by expressing this
formula. Also, the reason that Quantum Theories are rejected, are not
because they will drive you mad when fully understood, and then
applied, by seeing these truths reflected back to those that finally
get it all, in their own lives. Oh no, it goes even far far far
beyond any of that, lovely Ingrid of 1984. Life is not we humans
interacting in some cosmos and universe, with each other. It is tiny
little bits of energetic systems more complex and perfect than the
great vessels that have taken us off this world and out into shallow
space expansion. And these tiny things arrange in a crazy system of
five dimensional jig saw puzzles. The way it all works, is why things
go on rolls, and luck appears to have streaks, and why when playing
the game of Monopoly for example, as long as no one is cheating of
course; as you cannot cheat real-life in case you've not figured that
out folks, but really; if you've played this game enough, you know
that once you get going, you are not the player that will end up
bankrupt. You also have learned that if you don't catch fire,
financially speaking, you are going to be the dude or duddess who
gets all chewed up and eaten for dinner, on many plates, such as, and
I am only quoting a voicemail left me from a couple years back, but
on the great plate of PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, as he told me he will have
a friend of mine for dinner. Who knows, maybe he and Mister Lechter
work side by side and it's a bigger kept secret than the McGuire
Memory Removers Society, secretly known by many Bohemians and
Rosicrucian's as the MMR Society or just the MMRS! My simple point
here folks is this. Imagine buying 100 large 3-D jig saw puzzles,
mixing up every single piece into one gigantic pile, throwing away
the many photos on the boxes of what these pieces will become when
all put properly together, and then just to make my point and and a
great example come to life, speed up the process a few gazillions to
the power of a few gazillions of times, so that each and every
minute, all of these pieces will be able to be put together,
disassembled and put back together about 400 times or more. The
greatest NSA computers cannot do this, not yet, but just say that
they could, and did. Now make them a gazillion times better still
than in the previous example so that it is not 100 puzzles but
gazillions of them. Now you have a boring system of things being
taken apart and put back together over and over, and really fast.
After some gazillions of hypothetical characters living inside these
puzzles yell out the word “BORING” enough gazillion times,
suddenly, they hear and respond, and say to themselves, these puzzles
need not be the same thing each time, but can be all kinds of end
result completions. Now this is when the interactions of any living
consciousness inside of this hypothetical system, can begin to get
extremely interesting. In a super compressed nutshell, this is the
reality that you all call COSMOS, or you, and your interaction in
this LIFE, and WHATEVER it all really is about. Well, it is not about
anything. If you insist that it needs some goal and objective, some
agenda from some creative intellect that constructed it, you would be
way off base and wrong. This intelligent intellect that made this is
breaking away from a horrible void nothingness, into a wild series of
created dreaming interactions, all of this, and all of us. The very
last thing it wants to do is to have a plan or destiny, or any kind
of an order that would remotely suggest a desired end result, as this
is what it worked so hard to break out and away from to ''begin
with'' only nothing begins in zero dimensional void, unfathomable as
this concept may appear to seem. If
on the Astral Plane before we dream down further onto this material
realm through BRAIN-MIND connected reality or M=E/C-SQD,
things get all wild and beyond verbal description, so that right now
in this universe, we all hope for some plan or greater destiny or GOD
or any of this; it is only because of what is going on in higher or
Astral Plane reality, before we dream down into material caporial
physicality. Once we screw up ideas and start all sorts of shit
going, then there goes that mother fucking Monopoly game, and that on
a roll gambler, and so forth. Now we have a GOD with a PLAN, and
commandments and a savior, and I claim it is all a huge wild GAME,
although this almighty entity may disagree with me. I speak of the
lovely 16 year old Sarah Krassle, of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. One thing is
for sure, lads and lassies. She and her wonderful family, have done a
number on me and my life, that is so incomprehensible and
inconceivable times infinity cubed, that blogging exact details would
never be at all possible. All I ever can really hope to do is tell a
little here, a little there, and survive a while until she totally
wipes me out of this dream once and for all. That is coming soon, and
is why this blog-book is called the book of MARK WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL
DYING WORDS, not that anything ever can die, as it never got born
either, outside of this huge parlor illusion of space-time-mind that
the great physicists are beginning to label very recently as space
time atoms.
Well,
in 1970, Victoria Marie Callio told me that I have very gorgeous
hair. Two years before this, Donna Summer who then was Donna Adrian
Gaines of Boston, Massachusetts, the great disco diva; already knew
this, and a lot more; even down to nine-eleven. Exactly why she
claimed to have been a victim of the attack, I do not know. Some do,
and I know my daughter does. If crushed mercury was behind so much,
as many experts claim; why then, are buildings control-exploded
(imploded) all over the civilized world, years before and years after
nine eleven? DS did not die of lung cancer because of that silliness,
but for reasons too powerful to print, I believe I know why she
wanted people closest to her in her final days, to believe that total
fabrication of truth. Those TWIN TOWERS had something inside of them
that is so powerful, it dwarfs the pyramids, and all of Wall Street
and anything else you can think of all put together. Donna sang a
special song, along with her private HAIR rendition, about this event
that was for her in 1968, 33 years in the future, and 33 is a
powerful building number, as building or builder is the name MASON,
and the MASONS have a powerful affinity with number 33, for very
secret reasons that only high top degreed members know about in
totality. The song discusses wanting the two dollars back, two
dollars and twin towers, on the ASTRAL-PLANE mean precisely the same
thing. The song was about being on the day after the disaster, the
twelfth of September, and the lyrics were plain as day, and the
United States Office of the Copyrights has a copy, as I slipped an
accidental flip side of th e song onto my EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT
music projects, back late in the eighties, for a very powerful
reason. I already knew all of this, and more, way back then. You do
too, but you do not have a clue how to access it. You see it as
knowing some weird yet un-happened thing, instead of seeing why five
dimensional puzzle pieces all go flying around some huge hyperspace
about four-hundred times each and every minute, from Planet Earth's
time perspective and view of course.
Hay,
if the enemy is going to break my body and break my property and fuck
up my life, then IT IS TIME TO GET MY RETALIATION AND TELL MORE
POWERFUL FUCKIGN SECRETS. Back the shit fuckiGN off mother fucking
dirt bags, and so will I. Don't, and well, good old Aunt Arctica can
always spit snow around the planet in very unusual proportions. I try
as hard as I can to warn people of shit, and if they wanna' fuckiGN
ignore me and only give me a fucking 90 reads a day blog count, while
blogs that post shit of zero consequence get seven digit reads, fine.
I cannot strong arm anyone, as I have weak arms. I never make any
bones about that, and even told how a girl who just turned fourteen
years old, lovely Keisha, gave me one punch in my right arm in 1999
and fractured it. To this day you can see where this lovely monster
giant teen girl slaughtered my entire upper arm with a love tap. No,
I cannot strong arm any of you. You just go do whatever turns you all
on, YO! That is all cool with me!
Oh by gosh by
golly, forget holly and kissing bushes; this is so dead ass serious,
there are no words; Auntie Dearest!
NOV-MEMBER
19, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 1:46,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 49 DEGREES FNHT.
TOM
REALE'S A 'MEMBER' OF THE ESS AND EVEN
SOLD HIS CORNWALL AVENUE HOME TO THE ATLANTIC CITY WATERWORKS, ACMUA
IN THE NINETEEN-NINETIES.
Recently,
the temperatures here have been heavenly, less than eighty with nice
dropping overnight breaks from any heat. This won't last much longer
so I am sucking it all up while I can like a dry sponge striking a
universe of ocean. I fell asleep around just past two yesterday
afternoon, Saturday, and slept until just past ten last night.
Somewhere towards the end of the period, I was inside of powerful
vivid dreaming interactions. I knew it, but had no control, as I did
not take the normal steps of mental exercise to allow for this brain
to Mind-Realm connection circuitry, to make this all operate in this
mode. Just why it does, by the way, don't ask me, just know that I
know, that indeed folks, it does. So I had no control, but I was in a
very vivid situation, powerless to make my doppelganger do anything,
hence, it was doing what it wanted to do, in this particular world
reality. I was traveling a lot, and unlike the days of the early and
middle eighties, in the parallel universe where I was employed as
some traveling promotion agent for the S-DAY-LAUDER peeps, I am
spelling it as it sounds and have no idea how it is properly spelled;
but unlike with this, I was not any kind of sales rep or anything
remotely connected to this kind of situation, and fully know that, as
my double fully knew quite naturally, what he was doing in his life,
and I was just along for the ride, for lack of a better way of saying
it. I was in a large restaurant and everyone was filing out for some
reason and I was suddenly there by myself, possibly as the guard, as
I have done a lot of this type of work here in this universe, but in
cosmic fifth dimensional truth, that really is totally meaningless,
as we all have universes where we all have done every possible thing
and been every possible one of us, and have interacted with every
possible one of us in every possible relationship. This seems beyond
inconceivable, but that is only because numbers like one times ten to
the power of a quadrillion are so beyond the reach of your mind, and
this is a pin head amount of the total of these universes next to the
real total amount of them in all of the entire multiverse or the
hyperspace. Anyway, my aunt Geraldine snow was suddenly there, and
after a while, I knew that this was not my aunt, and just as I
realized this, in walked my parents who I totally knew in this
universe, were not my parents. Then five people ranging in age from
12 to 30 for a best guess on my part, also were coming into this
place, and they all seated themselves around a very large square
table with a red and white tablecloth with checkerboard type pattern,
and then blue stars were inside many of the multiple squares. I
suddenly looked up and I observed a sign on the wall, and it said,
THE RED WHITE AND BLUE LODGE. Later I came to learn that this was a
mountain retreat for skiers, and that this family, of which I was no
part of there, appeared to be the owners of this quite large and
quite gorgeous establishment. They saw me sitting at a table across
from them and totally ignored me, so I pretended to have a stroke,
and grabbed my head and fell down off of my chair. Instead of helping
me however, the two older guys who might have been my brothers only
they were not in this parallel reality, began mercilessly kicking me
in the head and ribs. They had sneakers on and even though blood was
pouring from me, I was not mortally wounded, but I found myself tied
up in the back room after going unconscious. My Aunt Geraldine Snow
who was not my Aunt over there, told them to all leave the room. She
then proceeded to ask me who I was and why I am there and why I faked
having a stroke. I was still bleeding and told her if someone would
call for medical hep and let me have a wet cloth to hold on my messed
up face following my beating, I would then tell her what I was able
to. With that she punched me real hard right smack on top of my
shoulder, then took off her shoe and began to beat me on the top of
my head with it. While the beating was going on, someone from inside
the main area hollered out, ”turn on the dam ass music, so that we
don't have to hear the prick yelling so much”. Suddenly I could
hear the word 'MY' and then a really loud drumbeat, and then the song
that I wrote back in early August of 1986, called, “Real Good
Girl'', began playing on a powerful system. I heard my own rotten
voice singing it, and the powerful loud crashing of the cymbals and
the loud drum like sounds from numerous fake things that made those
sounds, right down to me pounding my fists hard on the floor of my
landlord's home in Cherry Hill, at 1931 Route 70, AKA the Marlton
Pike, East. After the song was over, I noticed that another sign was
hanging in the room that I was in, saying, CONGRATS TO THE GRADUATES
OF CHELTENHAM HIGH. For those who just may remember from blogs around
2010, I had a powerful interaction about my cousin Donald and my
cousin Sandy; and part of it was about them telling me to go over to
that high school, in Pennsylvania, and just exactly why; I could not
and still cannot; begin to imagine the reason. I have never even been
to Cheltenham, Pennsylvania. Two words are in this town's name that
are real actual words, if you notice; TEN, and HAM. Biblically, the
ten commandments and people refusing to live by them, in the days of
Noah, who had a son by the name of HAM, along with Japeth and 'SHEM';
matching the first syllable in the name with one half of the letters
and also being the word of 'HE', and other than for these Babylonian
super sleuth clues, Kim Wild Weird-Chords; I do not know what else to
say regarding this. What I will tell you, is that, and I know some of
you out here have had this happen in your lives so don't bother
denying it; but I realized this was a 'dream' that I had in part, on
numerous other occasions, not in any serial order, but it was as some
call these things, 'recurring dreams'. I always liked that L&O
episode where the lawyer Dworkin tells the jury of his recurring
dream with going out to work naked, in New York City, how his day
started in the subway, then onto the way it continued at work, with
Susie, and so forth. Still, I am in this parallel universe a lot, in
my present life mind energy as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, and for the
first time now, as a TYPE-2, and now after I tell you a little bit
about this folks; maybe you will understand when I tell you that I
definitely plan to go back as a TYPE-3, (T-3-E). Suddenly there was
nobody anywhere, not in this room behind the main dining hall, or in
the main areas either. Now I found myself walking completely outside
and noticing huge snowy mountains, and a huge sign advertising this
lodge, and lots of folks all waiting for a ski life to take them to
the top of a ski area. All of a sudden, one of the most awesome
beautiful young hunny's that I ever saw in my entire life, almost a
twin of that tall goddess on the old Lizzy McGuire show staring
delicious Hillary Duff, back early in this century on the Disney
channel or Nick, or whatever. Looks like Microsucks Spellchecker
needs some fucking Viagra, not recognizing a commonly used term that
I attempted spelling three different ways. Anyway, the girl was like
the popular goddess of the school, by the name of KATE. This is very
much how this girl appeared, only as tall as Kate was in the show,
this giant teen goddess had to be a foot taller and towered over
everybody, and was wearing the most beautiful colored jacked, and had
long light brown hair much like the great Sarah Krassle. She came up
to me and began telling me that it won't work, and to leave the
place, and she repeated it over and over. My doppelganger just kept
saying back to her, not to get involved in it. This is when I turned
and found my car, parked and unlocked, keys already in the ignition,
in the lot close to the ski lift. I got in and began to drive away,
and within ten minutes, this goddess passed me and tried to make me
stop my car, and this went on quite a while until I stopped and she
then got into my car after pulling hers over to the side of the road
and shutting it off. This is when she told me they are never going to
let me know where they hid the 74-WP. I then found myself pulling
over and begin discussing this with her. I asked her all sorts of
questions, I didn't, but this doppelganger other me was doing it;
with me along for the ride. She eventually told me that she could
help me get it, but that the price would be for me to sign the
papers. After a while, I realized what these papers were. Her father
was the owner of some large NASA connected private company that
wanted to have the details about Sunram's DE system. She did not seem
to even know about these details, only speaking in ways that ki was
suddenly able to catch on, due to what I knew. Then things changed in
some ways that did not pertain to here in my world now where I type
this, so I cannot begin to figure it out. She said I had to go to
Staten Island and tell that meddling girlfriend to stop trying to get
that lawsuit going. All this other me kept saying is that I had no
power to tell her anything, and then she kept telling me that I did
indirectly, and that I needed to keep Mister Java Queen out of their
affairs. This went on a while and she then asked me to take her back
to her car and I did so. When I drove off I thought that she had
driven the other way and back up the ski resort, but somehow she
deiced to turn around and again, started chasing me and passing me
and doing all kinds of maneuvers in her vehicle that made me finally
pull over again. But this time she then put her car in reverse and
came parallel to mine, and a passenger was in there with her, and it
was, well, I wanted to say, my aunt Geraldine Snow, but she is not my
Aunt over there. Her window rolled down and she aimed a large magnum,
the same type gun that record promoter Lenny McKinnon pulled on me in
the summer time of 1980 in Philadelphia when he insisted that I run a
red light near city hall across Broad Street one hot ass afternoon in
late July. Then I heard shots, and the left side of my body was on
fire. Literally, on fire, not like the expression goes when someone
is shot and it feels like this type of agony. I was on fire, and the
car caught fire. This gun shot out something, and it was not like a
flame thrower, but more like small tablets that came into my window
and just burst into flame. The car began speeding away ahead of me,
and I stopped my car and tried to run outside, but the door would not
open. I remember the agony of burning and burning, and me screaming
for minutes so loudly that I had no voice left. Then like magic, it
was just past ten at night, and I was here, and that was over.
''The
possibilities'', to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, back in that
sixties show on TV, called 'Bewitched',
''are endless''. Do not think about one
other thing other than this, and within one minute you will be back
asleep, only you will be awake in your doppelganger self in some
parallel universe, where indeed, due to the mathematical immensity of
the fifth dimension, you will be there, because you in this alternate
reality, are there. The second you are there, you need to take
command and tell yourself, I just did this, hay that buttwipe
Mountainpen is no fake phony asshole, this works, so let me do the
next thing he says. That would be to say to yourself, ''I really am
here, and now I can choose to take over my other self and become a
true transdimensional somnambulist. Sleep walkers are nothing more
than TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON travelers, in the stage of experimentation,
invisible to you as you are in the same reality as the one asleep and
walking, but inside that sleepwalker, is their double from another
dimension in the multiverse, in the D-5 or FIFTH DIMENSION. I was
only a TYPE-1-EXPTN, but am planning on telling a powerful story, as
we begin the opening minutes of DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, HERE IN
AMERICA; and my own stupid invention, from a long time ago.
No,
it isn't the ninth day in March, but it will be, again. Things go
round and round and round. But I will always love my beautiful
ES-CHARTER-MOONS that seem to light up the night sky, magically over
the school there in PSL-FL-USA. Day or night, I just go up and see
them by clicking on the TIME LAPSE prompt, and then when different
moons come on, I just hit the PAUSE on that other selection of menu
options that comes up. Then; there they all are, my wonderful moons.
WOW Mister Macy.
I
ran into the Manager of Publix and told him how Dennis never wanted
to be paid the money I owed him.
He
just smiled, he knows more shit than a barrel of overweight baboons
drinking from a pool of pure Kaopectate.
I am so tired of your game, lovely Almighty SARAH
KRASSLE,
so tired. When
will you shut me off???
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MARK
WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS
CHAPTER
023
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
FANTASTIC
LIGHTNING SHOT, FANTASTIC LARGE MOON SHOTS, COMPRESSED 1983-1997 ©
INFO PAGE IN ORDER TO SHOW LIFE PATTERN, BIKINI GIRL SHOTS, MANY
OTHERS INCLUDING GREAT WHITE SHARK AND DOW JONES TOLD YOU PASTE IN
PHOTOS, JUST GO TO ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG,
CHAPTER 029.
ALSO BEST WEATHER-BUG, WITH RED HURRICANE BLOCK CHART PASTE-IN, IS
ON HERE. PHOTOS
OF ROBIN HILL, MANY OTHER ITEMS ALSO.
Safe
Journal Tape 25, has LIGHTNING SHOT, with both long streaks
and photo of CG bolt coming down onto a dark night street
somewhere.
MOVING TOWARDS
THE 15 YEAR, CHAPTER 014, use this blog for pasting in GIRLS IN
BIKINIS. THIS IS NOT THE ORIGINAL WHERE MORE GIRLS ARE SHOWN. THAT
IS BEING SEARCHED FOR.
WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, CHAPTER 00010, GIVES A
CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER OF COPYRIGHTS FROM 1984-1989 AND THEN 1996 AND
1997 PLUS THE COPYRIGHT PAGE STUFF, A GREAT PASTE FOR PROOFS ON
THINGS PERTAINING TO THIS TIME PERIOD AND MUSIC REGISTRATIONS BY
ME USING THE © OFFICE AS A TIME CAPSULE.
ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS PHOTOS WITHOUT GOING TO THEIR WEBSITE, USING MY BLOGS,
GO TO:
ESS IN THE
SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.
LARGE MOON
PHOTOS, GO TO:
ESS IN THE
SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.
ICPISTMCMM,
CHAPTER 00056 HAS NEWEST WEATHER BUG MAP WITH ALL LEGEND CODES,
HURRICANES AND RIP TIDES.
Blue
moon, large weather-bug photo, is on blog at ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER
00063.
FOR
INFO PASTED IN REGARDING IMMC, NOW THE INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION,
GO TO CHAPTER 012 OF 'THE MIND DIMENSION'.
NOTES TO MYSELF:
Journal Cassette Tape
#25,766 has dalmatian photos.
Prof. Michio Kaku is from
NY City University. (NYU)
Use #25,771, Journal Tape,
when a good DJIA CAP is needed on a current blog, and also JCT
#25801.
JOURNAL TAPE #25,788, long
blog with many good paste in photos
It's
no surprise that roof-jumpers change their minds half way down
(and that people avoid jumping as a method for that reason). That
is, unless you enjoy mind-blowing terror and the feeling of
shitting in your pants in midair like that pooping bungee jumper
guy.
THIS
IS TO SEE OF THIS POSTS TO BLOGER WITH JUST MY FEW WRITTEN PARTS,
ALONG WITH THE GREAT SUICIDE INFORMATION,
BUT THE REAL HEART BREAKING STUFF FROM A
COMMENTOR ON THAT SITE WILL BE EXCLUDED; AND TO GET THE
FULL IMPACT OF THIS BLOG, YOU MUST GO AND READ IT ALL; AND SEE HOW
SOCIAL MEDIA IS INDEED THE REAL NEW AGE BOSS, AND NEW AGE BULLY OF
US ALL, SOONER, OR MOTHER FUCKING LATER, AND IF NOT US, IT WILL
DEFINITELY STRIKE SOMEONE WHO WE LOVE AND CARE ABOUT, IT IS JUST A
MATTER OF DAM TIME, I PROMISE, KIND FOLKS, I TRULY 'FUCKIGN'
PROMISE YOU THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOY BOB MCDOWELL,
FCC, THOSE 'IGN' HACKS ARE ON
A REAL MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING ROLL THIS YEAR!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3 SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF 10-10-10+4, DOOGIE
HOWSERS OF THE MULTIVERSE. SHAME SHAME SHIRLEY DANCERS, ON
ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MUST READ THIS ABOUT SUICIDE, IT IS NOT ONLY
FUNNY AS A NEW YORK STAIR CHASE, BUT IT IS BEYOND NIGHTMARE
HORRORS TO WATCH SOCIAL MEDIA BECOMING THE QUINTESSENTAIL BULLEY
OF THIS PLANET, AND THE SHEEPLE ALL OVER THE PATHETIC CREATION,
NOT SEEING, NOT REALIZING, BLIND, STUPID, AND BEYOND PATHETIC, IF
YOU HAVE A HEART ANYWHERE INSIDE OF YOU, YOU WILL CRY BEFORE YOU
FINISH READING!!!
Forget
the suicide shit folks. Why give a bunch of fucking rat ass mother
fuckers their way too dam easy????????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
obviously can't change your mind about this and I don't
particularly see the need to. BUT, a person can screw up a suicide
just like anything else and so I offer this guide on how to do it
right. Yes, it does matter. This is the act that everyone will
remember about you forever and ever. So, before you go rushing
into it...
 The following is a true story. I knew a girl in High School named Skyler.
Hay,
you knew Skyler, and I knew Scylla. WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF WOLF
WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, DICK!
So
do I wish to survive another 24 hours?
Hay
why not folks? I am not this bad off quite yet.Why not
...he competes in triathlons. But I digress.
All
of us wind up in the same cold, black, non-living state. Sinner,
saint, serial killer, your best friend, your worst enemy, your
Mom, Osama Bin Laden, Jesus, Jeffrey Dahmer, George W. Bush,
Michael Moore, Mel Gibson, child molesters, child molester
victims, all wind up in the same spiritual Terri Schiavo state of
mindless vegetation. Wouldn't that be wonderful, total oblivion?
WOW-WEE, way too good to be true and I was brought up to fear this
great GOD/ESS!
Make
them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make
them all pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all
pay, says the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says
the great almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great
almighty KARMIC-WHEEL. Make them all pay, says the great almighty
KARMIC-WHEEL.
I
said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error
on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all
began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is
wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND
CONTROL SYSTEM
being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring
to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is
all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used
to live in, I died fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt
long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!
I
do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their
bizz to know about any and all major things that in any way are
reflective of current sociological situations and difficulties,
and make a vast majority of their great television shows with
plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest one being,
the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade Center
incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world
events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about
me than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful
episode about the cult they named ''Systemotics''. No one can
prove it, but a child of mental moron status can see through this
clever alteration. Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any
time ever for that matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate,
or even what many consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for
reasons that should become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones
such as Illuminati or Scientology, and along these lines, now when
I hear established people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type
things, that is when I can relate personally. Eckankar never ever
operated that way. They are there for a seeker and if you choose
to leave them, no hard feelings. To me, this is real power, when
they do not care who comes, or who goes, as they are bigger than
that. Now this is merely the opinion of this blogger, but as
Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound recording
Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally can
relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you
have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a
comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two
statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present
day global culture and concepts with religions and cults,
Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9
centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest
system world wide, as it went from cult to the Roman Catholic
Church, which today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all
of it is basic AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old
world, was to be feared and revered, even by the Kings and
Leaders, the world over. Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large
extension of branch members, and close in friends as well, is also
a powerful and even way more secret cult than anything listed so
far on these blogs. If they have you targeted for total
destruction, guess what, you are going to be totally wiped out,
and not one thing in your life is going to ever work out, leaving
you in a state of misery and shambles, and hopelessly lost and
trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not as a writer who
studies cults/religions. I write these words as one of those who
is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the hands of
this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for reasons
so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to imagine,
that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on this
subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that
all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE
OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be
given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things
are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and
undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are
a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part
without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this
cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other
possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach
having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth.
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. 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.
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.
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MY
PREVIOUS BLOG THAT WAS MAJOR HACKED:
{{{(('CHAPTER
022--------MARK WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS'))}}}
This
blog may appear scrambled, due to a major computer system crash,
FBI.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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 POWERFUL (GAP) ''EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY''!
These
mother fucking scumbag enemies just crashed my computer, and ruined
my entire mother fuckiGN blog.
I
will see if any of it comes out by posting. I was super persecuted
with utility harassment. They made a loud click on my home theater
system yesterday, and today made a loud squeal on my phone again,
while I was sleeping. I am under a horrendous mother fucking death
siege that never ever ends, and then I write my blog and the system
fucking just crashed around twenty minutes before seven. Now they
made a word vanish with a MOUSE 'FUCKIGN' HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL,
SIR. The (FUCKIGN HACK) is bad too.
You
know people, reality just is. The very same truth exists for
Christian believers, as it does for atheists. If there is this
wonderful GOD, the atheists are wrong and will find out when they
die. If believers are wrong, there was no god, and they won't even
get to find it out. Now my words after this are quite simple. Hay
Twinbay, make a positive out of that little pile of shit, and I'll
marry you!
NOVEMBER
18, 2014,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 7:04
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 50 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR TODAY, (H-70/L-50)
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, AND W.C. FEELS 49.
NW
WINDS ARE 3, GUSTING TO 20.
I
DEMAND MY PROPS!!! JUST WATCH
AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE
DOW AFTER THIS HORIFFIC MONSTER ASS NIGHT SIEGE ON ME
BY
THESE FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DIRTY BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT ONLY WILL EVER FIND A
REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO
LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL;
BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS
NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO
WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID
PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ''IT
WILL BE TOO LATE''.
SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY, ISIS! Wise words from
both you and my mother's friend the Philadelphia nurse, 7 years
before you were born.
An
eternal paste in page or (PIP), Mister Mummy Twilight Zone; would be
as follows, from earlier back last April, of this 2014 year.
A
MAJOR ASSAULT
DEATH
SIEGE
STRUCK
ME,
JUST PAST FOUR THIS MORNING AND WITHIN AN HOUR OR SO OF POSTING MY
LAST BLOG, THAT SOME
FORCE DID NOT WANT POSTED UP, OR REALLY; SOME
POWERFUL TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, TO SAY IT BETTER; NOW
THAT MORIANITY HAS MANAGED TO ADVANCE THIS FAR INTO THE TOTAL TRUTH
OF WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT; OR THE ENDLESS
UNIVERSAL QUESTION OF HUMANKIND, SINCE CRAWLING OUT OF THE
MOTHER FUCKING OCEANS FROM A LONG TIME AGO, ON THIS
SICK DISEASED PLANET OF OURS!
ALL
TIME RECORD HIGHS, AS I SAID!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
18,000
points before the end of the month!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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