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The
dream travelers have always fascinated me beyond words, maybe
ever since Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Krassle threw me up against
that wall in 1976, at my mom's apartment on Jefferson Street, in
Media, Pennsylvania. One minute we are here in a body, and the
next, we are in a foreign scene and world, and this happens to
most of us almost every single night with clockwork regularity.
But mind is a lot more than why we have one so called waking life
and multiple other hyperspace interactions, but it is the key to
it all. Mind is not something inside of your body, but is a real
true realm that is above dimensionality the way we are able to
perceive it. Many times, I read over and over again, an old blog
from another recent year while I was a little newer to Florida so
far as being a resident. How can you read this for example, and
not be in total dam awe of the way the fifth dimensional
hyperspace is working all around all of us, folks?
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0467
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT
DATE-AND-TIME
FILE: (SBT-DATFILE) 070312.012-----(JULY 3,
2012), at just past midnight.
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR----2006-2012
©
MWM/MWM/BOM/MF-2----2006-2012
THIS
IS AN EARLY TUESDAY MORNING, AND ALSO, IS A SWORN
OATH
OF VOLUNTARY TOTAL TRUTH, TAKEN BY ME UNDER FULL
PENALTY
OF PERJURY AND LIBEL, SHOULD ANYONE PROVE
ME
TO BE LYING IN ANY WAY ABOUT ANY CLAIMS MADE HERE ON.
STARTING
BLOG:
There
is a parallel universe where I don't spend a hell of a lot of
time concerning myself with the G-20, not 8, wow am I behind the
times. Or am I? Perhaps I just get many countless parallels mixed
up, it is not easy being me, Dave Roth license plate admirers and
all from a night in the summer time of 1987. This is because
there is no dam G-7, G-8, G-20, or whatever, just a Roundhouse
Manor Estate in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. My level
of personal immaturity is the same there however, and is the
concern of my family. All this is on many previous blogs, and has
no power or weight, as it is all unproven and will be until long
after my current me-life physical death will occur in just less
than twenty years, PTL. In this universe, there is a very good
reason that my younger daughter, PEE, is so interested in those
suicide bomber pilots from WW TWO. This is what won the war for
the axis side, in that other universe. You know, Ida forgotten
totally about the recent interaction with PEE, but for watching
the Fort Pierce CCC television last night, number 110, about the
black holes and the M-Weird theories that grew between the
seventies and basically just around the time before my blogging
and all the hell that followed as a result. Yes, good old Yamoto
was the big war hero over there in that other reality and won the
war with complex naval strategies, before Mister Einstein could
complete his work on the atom bomb. Speak of the DUKE, and the
great movie, and spell checker will not help me to correctly
spell the name of this Japanese naval officer, so yes folks, it
is not spelled accurately. Bruce Pennock was a good friend of
mine in this universe, and doubtfully did I ever know him over
there, but he realized how all of us are indeed only human,
despite that three octave sudden climb before completing his
famous sentence that my older daughter likes so much. Where are
you when I need you, Roy Carl Weiler Senior?
Moving
this along folks, this is why PEE was, and is, over there in that
other part of multiverse reality; so fascinated with these
Komocossi Pilots; and when I visited with her at her college,
where she never went to the detention center down the road from
our manor, she and some dude who she tells me is not her main
squeeze but just a friend, were talking about them and showing me
some photos of some really wild stuff, it looked like the entire
American Fleet, sinking in the Pacific Ocean, and not in 1996 or
other jewels, Jewelly's, or pearls, white or black. Like I said
all along folks, I just report the news, I do not make it,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMag, MMMMMMMMMMMM theories, multiverses or
Mountainpen's. Still, within about a dozen years of winning the
war, both the German and the Japanese had developed a combined
eugenics system, and instead of making them a super race of
humans, turned them into hideous dying souls. It was not until
late in the sixties that things normalized, and in that other
parallel world, Kennedy finished his presidency, and then
suddenly died of an illness that he had kept quiet, most likely
the same one that was plaguing him over in this part of the HS.
There was no Reagan, just Nixon, Carter, and after this, a
totally wild other bunch, Senator Fred Thompson from the Law &
Order show was the one in-between Carter and the one in now,
Senator Hillary Clinton. Many wild things happen throughout HS.
Again, this has nothing to do with grades 9-12, all though, I
always knew deep down inside, that that HSM Disney crap, was
somehow all connected into things, especially with Viqueen
Mariloo in the mix, and Gordo from the Lizzy McGuire Show, who
repeatedly had been with me as well, in HS (hyper-space), once,
giving me a wild system that his father used to trade the stock
market with as a day trader, making him the most successful day
trader in the history of Wall Street. He told me other totally
unbloggable things also, and there is no need to visit that, as
if I do not have enough on my plate. Anyway, it is all most
likely transdimensional, such as PEE, as over here, there is no
PEE. But the Copyright Office knows there is a 'MY', and has the
open reel 1986 RGG tape, to show that stuff did really happen,
and not in some parallel universe. But for those who do not fully
appreciate the dynamics of HSE, (Effect/Equation) I will tell you
that it is not anything to scoff at, and I should mother fucking
know. I've gone through a lot of unfathomable dam hell as a
result of it and if you would rather call it a bleed over or any
other lesser in value description, then be my ever guessing SJK
guest, folks, WHAAA.
Let
me tell you what I am talking about. There are shadows and there
is substance, and all concepts of humanity are backwards. That is
a sentence of true awesome power right there, but there's a lot
more. There is a reason that I had to have a terrible shock one
day in late May, that causes me to this day to require taking
medication for, and has no rational rhyme nor reason for coming
on me suddenly on June the 4th in 1983 at 10:30 PM,
the way that it did. But there are parallel worlds where because
of things working out in powerful ways with my father in the days
right before Einstein completed the atom bomb project, forced 5th
dimensional channels and eddies to all wash into a weird
commingled reality, and I believe to this day with all of my
heart, that my great banker family, knew the secrets, as my mom
told them all to her cousin Ruth Huntington, and she was the wife
of the great banker of those days, who even denied a big loan to
Donald Trump's father, the eminent Heinz Gottwald, Senior VP of
the Manhattan main branch of the world's 2nd largest
bank then in the seventies, CHEMICAL NATIONAL, now I believe,
Gawky; called PNC, a slight hyperspace twist in fate, huh my
friends and distant relatives at TWC? This is also why TD bought
my Commerce Bank, and just after the year 2000 had ended, in my
very early days at Jenny's dirt ball trailer park in Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG; I had an incredible powerful interaction or
(dream), where I was inside my future self as an exploratron,
here in Florida. It was winter, and many things happened;
involving the cold, Paul, and the bank, and my being homeless;
and sure as the Loretta SAR of Mary Hartman Fartman, it all
worked its way, as did the telephone conversation of the great
WOW, into a mixed and merged, or commingled reality. This needed
to happen, and is why powerful global and beyond global forces,
get up set, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO MY DOCTOR, ANY
DOCTOR, ANY STATE; EVER SINCE THIS CONDITION CAME ON ME ON JUNE
4TH, IN '83!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday,
I had a 2:30 afternoon appointment with my Florida Doctor, Doctor
Jay I. Schorr. From the moment I left home, chemtrails were very
bad above me here in Fort Pierce, off to my north, Oliver Fawn
Hall Wildpartys. When I parked at the doctor's parking lot, a
powerful loud awesome crash level small private aerial assault,
struck right over me at a 'perfect daughter Pennock' zenith,
straight over my car, out of millions of possible square feet
over my position. Every time I see a health care professional to
keep me alive and going by writing me another generic Ativan
script, I get killed and annihilated. Just archive old blogs at
my old site, and also I am 'schorr' that this has been mentioned
once or twice, even on this new blog as well,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody
will believe me, even though every single fucking thing I talked
about twenty and ten years ago, is finally just now being
seriously discussed on science documentaries on mainstream
television, in this present time. Now, it will take until after I
am fucking cunt dead and gone, but then, after as MC or “MY”,
put it so fantastically, back in 2008, on her fabulous marvelous
cool website; yes, after it indeed is TOO LATE, for me;
'hyperspace', and what I've suffered through as a result of this
shit all around me, while alive here in waking life; will all
come out, and after it is totally TOO LATE to do me one bit of
mother fucking good, I'LL EVENTUALLY BE FREAKING VINDICATED, WOW,
LUCKY LUCKY WHEETAHD ME, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
WHERE-R-U
WHEN I NEED U, D-----I-----A-----N-----A????????????????????
No,
there is no G-20 to worry about over at the OTHER Harrah Sarah
Roundhouse Museum, huh my old pal Roy Carl Weiler
Senior?????????????
ENDING
BLOG: WOW. 1-2-3-4~~~~~
And
this is only one small writing of my life's experiences in
hyperspace. To most, other interactions that take place while
sleeping are meaningless or maybe at most, something for their
therapist to perhaps aid them with in their waking world life
problems and situations. There is a real connection, and is why
even the great Christian scriptures teach how great prophets such
as Daniel were great at deciphering these nocturnal interactions.
What this bible did not say, to protect people living in times
before 2200 or so, is how to work the key of this
interrelationship of so many worlds. There is a key, and it has
nothing to do with Daniel Mackey, or even Melanie Safka's great
set of roller skates, back in the autumn of 1971!
Now
about an hour or so after posting my previous blog as was just
discussed, whether the plane kept circling or not, I would not
have known as I had headphones on and was watching 'THE WEATHER
CHANNEL', on my Comcast television system. As you know I was
harassed over the weekend with some chemtrails, and suddenly a
report about these trails came on this early morning show that
begins at 4 AM. It was another PPPPPPPPPPPP deal, literally
making me fall onto the floor and the rug in humorous stitches,
holding my mouth until I could find a sock to stick into it, and
roar out loud without disturbing any of my wonderful saintly
angelic nabes from hell. Let me please explain why they had me in
a fit of pure laughter, with the laugh on them, thinking I am
stupid enough to fall for their ridiculous nonsense. It showed a
sky filled with them, and they used the acceptable word for them,
that is short for condensation trails. They even admitted in the
beginning of the short-spot, that the skies turn into clouds and
they do not go away, and yet never came back to even try and
explain whay this change has occurred, only stating it as if we
are supposed to be in the second fuckiGN grade having to say our
ABC'S and 1-2-3'S and please some butt-wipe teacher who is paid
to run game on kids about stuff that has so little to do with
adult reality and truth, it could be distance measured in fuckiGN
cunt parsecs without a small stretch of the imagination. Like all
you dumbed down sheeple, are going to believe their nonsense. On
one hand, they say what all the Youtube posters discuss, and how
they no longer are vanishing away, but give no reason, and
literally gloss right over it. When it ended, and they had not
done this, I reflected back to a time in Special Education Class
in the very early autumn in 1972, in misses Mildred Young's
class. I was to give a report in front of the class, on one of
the planets, don't ask me which, I have put all that shit out of
my mind, praise Scylla-Goddess, SSJKK. You will never believe me,
JANE FUCKING WHORE WITCH BITCH FONDA just got me at 2:11,
remember my computer is set an hour earlier, and I thought for
sure, it was at least twenty minutes fuckiGN past, and went to
remove my sticky page blocker; and boom; the
mother fucking shit slut nailed me but good,
so I need to compensate with a pasted-in FIVES, and then I will
go on with my report to the class on one of the planets, and how
this ties perfectly in with this short-spot on TWC, 42 years in
the fuckiGN ass future!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
here I am, about to give what I thought was a pretty good report,
but I admit, I knew it could have been better, and the previous
night I was planning to make some nice additional finishing
touches that would have sealed the deal for getting an 'A' on the
project, but my good old mom who loved to annoy me and fight with
me over any possible fuckiGN thing she could think of, was her
dependable fuckiGN self, and caused me to be too pissed off to
finish, and I figured, fuck it, go to sleep, it is good enough.
Well, Bruce Pennock finished his report on good old Planet
Jupiter, following Donna Olivetto delivering a fairly nice
report on Mars, if I am at all remembering this rotten fuckiGN
day with any great accuracy that my great memory normally affords
me to be able to do. Now it was my turn, and you all know if you
read my first two years of blogs, in 2006 and 2007, I detest
getting up in front of any crowd of people, I cannot deal with
it, it is beyond what entertainers call 'stage freight', not that
I wasn't frightened, and shook while doing it so violently that
my papers nearly fell out of my hands on two separate occasions.
I could hear the first row of girls giggling at me, for my shitty
presentation and the way I shook like a scared twelve year old,
asking his first crush to be his girl. Between my rotten
presentation because I was so horrible at performing in front of
people in any way at all, definitely not a 'LFLD' thing, but
between this and my sort of less than Pennock-Perfect report, I
finished it, sat down, and the teacher said to me, and i'll never
forget it if I live to be a decillion fucking cunt years of age
in this lifetime, the goddess forbid: “Mark, your report was in
complete”. I got a 'C', Bruce and Donna got an 'A'; and the two
others that participated in this planet report project, got a
'B'. So why was I spinning all around like Surly on the fuckiGN
3-Stooges, laughing my ass off when that little stupid
agenda-creation aired on TWC around middle morning yesterday, you
ask me? Simple folks. I was thinking that the real thing missing
here, was Mildred Young, my once great teacher at Cooley Wormhole
Hall, huh Bob McDowell, Now Chairman of the FCC; as this would
have earned TWC the very same negative but true comment from this
very skilled and great teacher, Misses Young. I was picturing in
my fucking head, the short-spot ending, and then her being right
there in that new lab of theirs, and Donald Cousin Trump standing
there scowling, and then hearing her say to all of them, “Your
report was incomplete”, as folks, you can bet your ass I am not
easily fooled and fucked with, and I am not SHEEPLE, Mister Alex
Jones, sir. This really needed Misses Young to be resurrected and
brought to The Weather Channel (TWC), so she could have chimed
right in with that great sentence of criticism of hers. If any
report was ever the quintessential of incompleteness, THIS WAS
IT, and it is funny, usually shit like this is aired over and
over; and it is almost as if they knew I was a day in the future,
making fun of it; and rightfully so, as much as I love and enjoy
'TWC', despite despising their owners; the
garbage NBC NETWORK,
as they were around before garbage NBC bought them out, just as
DISNEY was around, before ABC plucked them up.
I
DON'T KNOW WHAT IS MORE ANNOYING, THOSE STUPID ASS PEACOCK
TONES,
OR THE MIND
CONROL!!!!
I
know my 9 year blogging project has asked people to stretch their
mind very far beyond the range of any norms. Still, I
always hope for a few quiet real fans to all get together!!!!
ALSO
KIND PEOPLE OUT HERE IN BLOGGER-LAND,
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME
AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING CREDIBILITY.
AFTER-----MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
IS
CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG, LADS & LASSIES.
SO
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN & (MORIANITY)
SATAN
RULES EARTH!
FIRST
OFF, I AM NOT A PSYCHIC,
AND DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT WORD.
I
NEVER LIKED IT AS I FELT I ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD A DEEPER TRUTH THAT
WAS BEHIND THIS PHENOMINON.
I BELIEVE WE ALL HAVE EXACTLY FIVE HUMAN SENSES. SEEING, HEARING,
SMELLING, TASTING, AND FEELING. NOW IT IS THAT FINAL ONE,
FEELING, THAT MAKES ONE, MORE OR LESS SENSITIVE TO 'COSMOS AND
YOU', AS SO FAR AS AN INTERACTION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU;
SPEAKING QUITE EXTEMPORANEOUSLY. SOME FEEL LESS THAN THE NORMAL
RANGING PART OF THE METER, IF SUCH A METER EXISTED. THESE WOULD
BE THE SOCIOPATHS THAT COULD WALK UP TO A LOVELY YOUNF GIRL OR
ANY CHILD, OR ANY OLD GRANNY, AND BASH THEM OVER THE HEAD OR RAPE
THEM OR ROB THEM, AND SLEEP LIKE A BABY THAT NIGHT WITH NO
FEELINGS OR EMPATHY WHATSOEVER FOR THEIR MOST RECENT DEALINGS
WITH THEIR CO-HUMANITY. THEN THERE IS THE NORMAL PARAMETERS OF
THE METER WHERE JUST TO MAKE IT SIMPLE, I AM GOING TO SAY IS 98%,
SO THAT I CAN MAKE THREE METERS, THE 98 METER, AND THE TWO ONE
PERCENT METERS ON EACH SIDE, WHATEVER IT REALLY WOULD BE AS I AM
BUT GUESTIMATING OF COURSE. THE 1% ON THE LOWEST AND NO FEELING
SENSE OR THE SOCIOPATHS ARE ON THEIR SIDE OF THE 98 METER, WHILE
ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF IT, WOULD BE WHAT PEOPLE COMMONLY CALL
FOR THE PAST 50-100 YEARS OR SO, ''PSYCHICS''! NOW MANY TAKE
THEIR GIFT OF ENHANCED FEELING, AND DOUBLE BUBBLE IT UP WITH,
JUST AS THAT FANTASTIC CBS TELEVISION SHOW TAUGHT US ALL, AT
LEAST ME AND I'LL BE FIRST MAN AT THE GATE TO ADMIT IT; SHALL I
SAY, THE CARNEY SHOW. THERE ARE SO MANY TRICKS AND YES, THE
DEFINITION OF A MENTALIST, JUST AS IT SHOWS ON THE SHOW, IS ALL
REAL, AND YES, LEARNING ALL OF THIS MAKES ONE VERY ADEPT AT
HANDLING THE WORLD AND ESPECIALLY IN SOCIAL CIRCLES, BUT TAKE
THAT AWAY, AND THERE IS STILL A ONE PERCENT WHO DO INDEED HAVE A
HIGHER TUNED SENSE OF FEEL, IT IS NOT A SIXTH SENSE, BUT JUST THE
SERNSE OF FEELING, MUCH HIGHER TUNED IN, AND WITH PRACTICE AND
AWARENESS TO THIS BEING THE TRUTH, YOU WOULD BE SHOCKED AND
SURPRISED, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DISCO DIVA DONNA SUMMER ON AN OLD
LATE 70'S RECORD ALBUM; JUST HOW ANYONE, CAN FINE TUNE AND HONE
IN THEIR SENSE OF FEEL, BASICALLY AS TH ESAYING IS GETTING A BIT
FAMOUS FOR RECENTLY, ''TURNING
IT UP TO AN ELEVEN'',
AND WHO KNOWS, POSSIBLY A 12, A 13; AS I SAID, WHO KNOWS? BUT
FORGET ALL THIS 6TH SENSE CRAP. IT IS 4 SENSES, AND THEN THE
FEEL-SENSE, TUNED EITHER LOW, HIGH, OR AS I SAID, TUNED AROUND
THAT AVERAGED-NORM OR MIDDLE 98% SOMEWHERE, GIVE OR TAKE;
WHATEVER IT REALLY IS. HOW CAN I POSSIBLY KNOW THE EXACT NUMBER?
I AM JUST A BIG FAT ASSHOLE NOBODY, BUT, I HAVE IDEAS,
REVELATIONS; AND
I DO KNOW THE GODS;
WHETHER ANY ONE OF YOU OUT HERE, EVER WISH TO TAKE THAT
SERIOUSLY OR NOT. THIS IS NO SKIN OFF OF MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
NOSE; I
PROMISE YOU KIND PEOPLE!
*************''IPYKP''*************
Door
number one says that all my claims are real and true, and that
psychiatry was invented intentionally to label and stop those
such as myself, from being able to tell stuff, you know, another
MIB deal, only without the threats or intimidations connected
with this other nasty activity. Door number two says I am just a
huge nutcase. The shrinks of course insist that DOOR-2 is
correct. Still, I believe that somewhere out here, some few do
understand, that allof this powerful story could ot have just
been made up, and that I would have no Earthly or even cosmic
reason for doing all of this, hence a larger power or HALLS
FAWCES must be at work, such as what I spoke to James T. Burr
back in 1983, regarding getting these forces to transfer
hostilities against me by them, to the human waking world, so
that they can then go off and finish much larger and more
dastardly deeds!
Long
story made very very short, folks; it is my sincere hope and
daydream, with no help from my granny, Mizz Grace Isabelle
Huntington, or her teacher at some school in Mauden,
Massachusetts, USA, that a few select people eventually come to
believe my true story, and eventually secretly form a club to
investigate and even assist me. Yes, I cannot tell a lie, Mister
Cherrytree Washington
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those
who seemingly can do miraculous things, even rarely, or not that
rarely, are misinterpreted all the time. We have the fear of
physical death to thank for this, and of course, along with that
and resulting from it, the many religions of the world. Anyone
with technology 100 years ahead of any previous time, over the
past 200 years and in the following 200 years, can pretend he or
she IS GOD ALMIGHTY, and you all know this, or and I apologize
but I WILL speak the truth, OR, you flat out are a real fuckiGN
dummy. Does all this lead and go somewhere, I know many are
asking, not just now, but so many times in my Morianity, and then
I know they get discouraged when I do not seem to follow up as
promised, on many things, in their time table of desire. But
folks, this is MY BLOF, my timetable, and when it is time, I will
indeed follow all pathways and doorways that I start to lead you
through, and I will most certainly definitely continue the trek
onward, with all these things, but it must be done according to
Morianity's timetable. You don't need to know the exact details
to what I am saying, why this is so, etcetera. You can follow me
or choose to ignore me, and I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I
have reasons for the order this is all in, whether or not the
great Terry Egghead from the Jersey Harbors, finds comfort in
that, or naut, Miss AT&T Blake from 1983, and everybody else
as well. I cannot force you to believe what I am going to tell
you. The greatest pop diva of all time, MC, had someone come to
my health club, identifying themselves as a cousin, later I
learned the relationship was a bit closer in than even that, but
this all gets way too sensitive to go on with. We are speaking of
the 1994-1996 time circa, and the great somewhat locally in New
Jersey, area renown Haddonwood Health and Swim Club of Deptford.
PP told me that the club still is operational, and has a large
tennis club in Haddonfield. I used to pass this a lot on the
Patco Rail System known there locally, as the High Speed Line
Transit System. This man is more mysterious to me, than the great
Mariah Carey herself, as why did he come to me, and want me to
demonstrate some of my unusual abilities in so far as the seeming
manipulation of normal gravitational effects. Well, he was by
occupation an Aeronautical Engineer, and told me he was
fascinated since boyhood with defying or defeating gravity. It
was during this time period, that the club mysteriously shut down
on a dime one day, with no reason, no warning, poof. Maybe these
two events were totally unconnected with each other, but I won't
lie to you ladies and gentlemen, as I find that to be a pretty
big horse pill for me to swallow, but hay, I could be wrong. I
ain't GOD! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
are just new doors that I am opening, and if you think you will
be led down into the long new corridors from here, on this blog,
right now, you can forget it, I do not have all night and all
week long to type, and you know, you would not have the time or
the desire to read a million words in the next week, from the
Mountainpen.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF
FUCKING CREDIBILITY. I CANNOT FORCE THE AUTHORITIES TO EVER GET
THIS SHIT STOPPED AROUND ME, THAT I HAVE HAD TO SUFFER FUCKING
THROUGH, FOR NEARLY THIRTY GOD DAM ASS YEARS. AND I CANNOT THINK
OF GETTING ANY HELP FROM PAM BONDI OR STATE AND FEDERAL
AUTHORITIES IN ANY CAPACITY; NOT WHEN I
HAND THEM DECADES OF INDISPUTABLE EVIDENCE AND ALL
THEY CAN THINK OF IS SENDING MY TO A FUCKING CUNT SUCKING ASS
SIKE WARD!
ISN'T
SHE LOVELY, STEVIE?
Pam
Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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Do
you think that other things were not going on, that were about as
spurious as a happy starving lion; during not only the Haddonwood
times, but ever since my days working at the RPL SOUND STUDIO
LABS OF CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, PEOPLE? There are so many clues to
point to the facts that I will never understand SARAH KRASSLE,
but that like the Q-GIRL, on Star Trek-TNG, the 1992 episode;
where I feel like Riker Rag Doll, in her lovely mouth; instead of
her coming to her senses and ending the little adventure with her
as princess and him as the abducted lover against his will, who
she then made suddenly fall in love with her, real life ain't
fictional television, but ki do believe that I both enemies, AND
FRIENDS, in the EW (Entertainment World), and that covertly, the
only way they dare and stay in power, make shows like this, for
me, and only for me, to draw on, in the future, when it all comes
into my actual STM illusion, and need those extra cylinders to
kick in and get my car up that mountain. I did not need this in
1992, but I did need to come to an understanding of the great
SSJKK, and with this knowledge from the great Roddenberry show,
this was like chugging up the mountain and then the four barrel
part of the engine, kicking in the needed power, RIGHT
ON Q,
pun intended. None of you see what I am up against, or if you do,
you stay silent and smart, if this second part is what is true, I
suppose you all are to be commended, as why should you die for
me, and who made you my personal heroes, just because you
happened to stumble onto my lousy stinking fucking blog? There is
no escaping this wild and beyond marvelous white hot eternal all
powerful TEEN QUEEN. She is exactly 16 years old every second
inside of our universe and all of our universes in what is called
the 5-D multiverse of hyperspace. We could spend a week typing,
or I could, on the QGS or ''Q-GIRL SYNDROME''. I would rather
touch on just, the great fictional STAR TREK TV SHOW character
''Q'' for a seck instead. SATAN is our accuser, and any real fans
knows this is supposed to be SATAN, or Q=SATAN. Now, if this is
true, then why didn't this ever come to light by the makers of
the show, so fans could get more of a heads up about it all?
Simple my peeps. Subliminal is more powerful. Hollywood real
owners or the ESS, and Briggbase Cult powers behind even the ESS,
don't want your conscious mind aware of this, but rather, your
deeper mind. Fans are supposed to never know what I tell you, not
consciously. Reminds me of Dark Shadows the great sixties soap TV
show, where Dock Julia Hoffman hypnotizes gorgeous Victoria
Winters, and shows her vampire Barney Collins in his wooden tub
all stretched out and elegant looking in his business suit. Never
remember Vicki, BUT NEVER FORGET. The epitome of MIND CONTROL,
huh Rigsby and Patty Jane.
DID
SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY'S
GREAT HALLOWEENTOWN??????????????????????????
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
I
have no idea why people think I am so fascinating, and copy so
many parts and pieces of my life, but I am complimented that I
mean so much to you all these years. This brings us to a question
that might make us hungry, who can ever know? Not even the great
copyrighted breath echos, I would suppose. Still, Kate can pig
out on Harner's pizza after he goes next door in Pine Hill, New
Jersey to get some, and still maintain her awesome body. Well,
this is what she told me in 1995 somewhere while I lived at Maria
Shoemakers non-trouble-making Highview apartments, in
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY. Maybe Katie has a big ass
International Business Machines typewriter from back in 1986 too,
as who can ever know, so don't sue me IBM and HAL, please, I
ain't got nothin', YO! How many people love to rip off, RIP OFF
TOWN, is the great powerful Shakespearean question, I would
suppose? I don't have any answers for you, Terrance Mann and
Kevin Costner, ''so sahwee Ambassador, and lovely PEE!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
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MY
NUMBER IS 27, LITTLE BOY!
KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL, 1980 ® MARK WAYNE MOHR.
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