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{(MARK
WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS)}
************CHAPTER
002
There
are maybe three people out here that know as sure as they breathe,
that I really and truly did die and go to HELL, on the night of
August 15, 1986. Everyone else has another something here or there to
say about all this, very little of it good. Too bad I cannot force
these assholes to trade places with me, as I would you know; IN A NEW
YORK HEARTBEAT SECOND, MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
feel some are pissed because I did prove myself with lots of paste
ups and documents from official places; and they simply hate me
because I was actually into things that they only can dream about. My
ex-part for examples I am quite sure, has wondered to himself by now,
“If Mark isn't a totally crazy fucking bastard, why did he never
tell me when we were running the SPR operation, about so much of it.
Well, sir, I did tell you all that I knew, THEN. I told you I was a
tape duplicator for nearly two years, at the RPL Sound Studios of
Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I never hid my CALLIO problems with you, or what
my ex-girlfriend, nothing that super about her, Jenny Johnson, but
what Helen Zebriski called, my BAGGAGE, I told you about her and said
that name, until you literally told me to shut up and ordered me not
to discuss the Callio problem with you at all. I tried hard to obey
you, slipping occasionally, as I'm only human. I did not know I was
raped, not once, but twice, by a girl with wild abilities, she
learned from my son in law, in my opinion. He is who he is here, but
there are virtually unlimited number amounts of parallel realities
all around us, or co-existing universes. One of his doubles, due to
what three nightmare mischievous teens did in a parallel universe
Cheltenham High School in Pennsylvania, caused me all this grief. I
have only recently put this much together. I never kept anything back
from you,abnd did not know I had a 38 year old wonderful lovely
daughter back until the middle late part of 2008. I was talked into
giving up my nice mobile home and my own life, to move into a large
home with members of this family, distant cousins, but still in
bloodline that goes beyond where normal people care to check, being
more interested in parents of parents and their parents and maybe
first and second cousins and that is that. But sir, I was fortunate.
My mom and I in 1998, met a man, shortly after we moved into Guthrie
Short's mansion in Blue Anchor,New Jersey, from the Mormon Church of
Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints, a wonderful man an d his wife,
Elder Hair. He researched this entire family for me, and even came to
me in a powerful spiritual vision or wild hyperspace dreaming
interaction; and told me many powerful things, such as Julia White
from my so-called fictional book from late 1994, sent to the U.S. ©
Office, called, “The Permission Barrier”, as filled with truths,
and I had robotically for the most part in a near altered state
trance state, dictated this book on 24 (C-90) cassette tapes. Julia
White and Jim Pratt were the two main characters along with me, and
Dave Roth who had a fictional name, and others as well. Years later
in later 2010 and 1440 miles away from where this book had been
originally dictated onto a small portable cassette tape recorder,
down here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA; I met and worked with a dude
by the name of Sat Nurine. This man knew Julia White, and they both
would visit me in more wild dreaming interactions late in 2010 and
early into 2011. This was all during the time I was visited often by
my daughter, who insisted that I write an apology song and put it up
on Youtube, for my actions in 1986 in NYC. Fore now, I have not only
said enough, but way too much.
The
only other things I may never have mentioned such as some of my
inventions like KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL and others, I knew you would
not be interested in anything that I ever did, as it was always all
about you, and so I kept my big stupid ass mouth shut, sir. Don't try
handing me a lot of crap, as we both know that this is the way it
was. When you sent that stupid half country half disco garbage thing
you cut on that songshop Project, to someone who wanted to hear my
real dance tunes, instead of sending THE MORNING LIGHT, I knew then,
you were nothing byt someone who wanted to make me fail, as David
Roth had you totallt fuckign pegged from the first time he met you.
He said, “Markm Paul cannot stand to have anyone's light shine
brighter than his”. Well, you were a fucking jerk off totall fool,
because we could have made millions by not worrying about who got a
hit first, but no, big ego you, you just couldn't see things that
way, so hay, enjoy dying broke, I know I won't enjoy it!!!!!!!!!! I
also know that you will never ever hand me the full true lowdown
story on the David Mahon deal, as I should have been able to sue, and
I'll tell you something, if you ever come down here and make any
trouble for me, don't leave me standing bud. You'll never see the
outside world again, I promise. I won't lie, the last straw with you,
was when you cut me off, after all I did was tell the truth how you
always went around making predictions that simply put, were right at
best, one out of a hundred; from music, to weather; to anything you
can dream up. I don't forget shit. That's part of my mother fuckiGN
curse, old 'pal'!
No
I want to be proven wrong, just as badly as you wanted to indeed
PROVE ME WRONG, CLARENCE OLD BUDDY. Here is a BRO who paid this poor
old honky the biggest complement that any bro could give to a pale
face. He said to me if I was just a little younger, he would want me
to marry his daughter Mindy, who was then in 1998, age seventeen; and
I was in my early middle forties. I cannot be proven wrong,
SEABOTTOM, because ICPE-APE is real, just as October 5, 2008 blogs
are real. Just as all persons and entities who know higher truths,
connect themselves always, in some way, with those two buildings that
are no more, in Manhattan, Donna before did it in her strange 1968
song as a teenager, and on and on I could go, without glitter or any
1986 booming sounds, and other unpleasant things; spoken of in my
copyrighted songs. I want to be proven wrong, but I simply CANNOT BE,
this KARGE SIMULATION IS REAL, and totally TRUE, folks. Believe it,
or not, Mister Ripley; in or out of wonderful awesome mega-great
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY,
USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
are what they are, and
IT
IS
WHAT IT IS.
I
NEVER SAID DAWN WAS STUPID. What
is left, but ALMIGHTY ISISCYLLA, who sang 'LOIS
FOCA' to me, in early June, of 1980;
in an unforgettable wild 'DREAM'!
I
have not a god dam thing to prove to anybody. I could not go on if I
did not truly believe, that a hell so horrendous is waiting fo rall
these monster bastards who love to hurt innocent pathetic fragile
blood, like mine. You will all die one day, and face some kin d of a
karmic wheel, call it whatever your religion or lack thereof, makes
you fucking comfy cozy with, my BRAHHH!
If
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE knows so very much; why would she want
Dawn's dog Midge, and my RS1500US open reel recorder; Mister
Thaxton, oh mighty wisdom guru book burner of the NON-BOB???? If you
are so all knowing, why not talk to me? Crissake I am not Roseann
Delaney, and have never bitten a single dam soul. Yes James Early
1986 Carter, you know I'm dead, you told me so in that nightmare, and
I woke up in hell. So my question is where the fuck is Rod Serling?
Hay
folks, howz-it-goen? As for me, I am doing just about as monstrously
horrendous as it gets, but as all of us good
Huntington clan, ''STILL HANGIN' IN THERE'', right Atlantic
City Disc Jockeys of fire reporting, about a decade back into time???
In all absolute honesty, ladies and gentlemen out here; YOU'LL
NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY ENDLESS PROPHET
OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO, “just
what can I say” you ol' mustache twirler you????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
want to be wrong so badly, but I never ever never ever never ever am.
Here is just a tiny teeny little bit more proof of this reality,
peeps!
I
BELIEVE I SAID, QUOTE, “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”!!!!!!
“Sometimes
you only get one chance in this world”.
This
was an exact quotation to me, from the son of a woman, back in 1963,
at 2041 Chestnut Street. My mom and her were both nabes and pals, and
around the same age, mid forties. She was a nurse in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania in some center city hospital. One day the four of us
were in her apartment and I had said or done something, that then
went onto prompt her son of about age 22 give or take, to say this
unforgettable
advice-statement to me, and I will not ever forget his name either,
John McDowell,
same last name as my soon to come in another decade or just shy,
friend from the Cooley Wormhole Lobby-Angel-Dream, where I attended a
special education school on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, New Jersey,
known then as the Bancroft Neural Health system. Two McDowell's in my
life in nine years, to say the least, Mister Yogi Berra, is a pretty
wild little 'coeenkeedink'. But while we are on this topic, do you
really want me, anybody out here, to go on with this? Hay Margie Leo
from 1985, cut me one Sweetie and not the smelly kind,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try to show how real this all is and show all
kinds of proofs, and even dared to do a little YOU-TUBE stuff, and
then began to figure to myself, well, if peeps want to do things
their way, FRANKIE, then enjoy having one blue and one brown eye, and
give my best to all female country vocalists that are not discussing
dogs or skies in their lyrics, oh that's right PP, our thing went,
“When the BLUE skies turn to gray, wrong colors, sorry about that,
I am only a person, old 1973 buddy and tape
recorder 'voice alterer',
Sir Bruce Allan Pennock! Is a peta-juata WOW in order here, you know,
a WOW times ten to the power of minus thirty-three. That would take
up some nice big telescopic chunk of sky area, right amateur
astronomers and pros as well??????? Yes, no do overs in this life,
many times, and without L&O “SARAH-DAUGHTERS”, right
HARNER??????????? These boys in Hellyweird don't miss a trick, and
they seem to know 100 times or more things about me, that I know
about me. Well, we all know by now, hopefully Mister Islander-Joel,
SIR, that only T3E entities can explain this otherwise unexplainable
mystery, along with pyramids, and zillions of other wild
shit!!!!!!!!!! So this makes the next question obvious to a moron who
diligently follows the teachings of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was the
great son of the Philly-Nurse, a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON? Who knows. His
advice was a major listen-up for me, only at the time, what does a
punky little kid like me care? We all need to be living backwards,
born with the wisdom of our future selves at age 90, only reality
kills that cool little fucking plan, eh? Still, I repeat the truth
that those were extremely Wise
words from the son of my mother's friend, the Philadelphia nurse,
John McDowell. Let me go back into time with STM, and be sure all of
this is covered in blogs. Folks this is no joke, this is what happens
with all of us, you know, why did I do that or what is this bullshit?
Well, many times it is T3E active and controlling us without our
being remotely aware of it, and many times it is our own STM selves,
being sure bases are getting covered. Did I ever ever wonder where
the shadows dwelt by day in 1983, before the 21st
century came around first? Ask
the mighty Manhattan Quantum Physicist, Professor Kaku, as you all
ready have my opinion which does not count since I have no walls
filled up with degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAA.
NOVEMBER
7, 2014,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 2:47,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,61 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 93%, AND IT FEELS 61.
IN
56 WEEKS, I WILL BE 61.I FEEL 361.
I
SUPPOSE THIS MAKES JERK OFFS THAT
PERSECUTE
ME, FEEL LIKE REAL SUPER HEROES.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
YES
YOU ALL KNOW I TOLD YOU THE MARKETS WOULD SHOOT WAY UP ON MY BROKEN
BACK OF DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION. NOT
ONE OF YOU ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL ME A DAM LIAR. IF YOU DO,
GUESS
WHO THE LIAR IS?
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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