I did everything in my power to stop a wave of
hellfire from making its way on the scene. It was the beginning of
the millennia, my mother had been recently covertly brutally
murdered; and it was right around the time my only friend, David, was
murdered also, along with his mother, by a slimy snake from northeast
Philly, named Johnathan Schau. If this crime is ever miraculously
prosecuted, it will indeed appear as if the motive was that he
murdered them for a large life insurance policy. This was not the
motive. The motive was to keep any more huge Masonic secrets from
quietly passing down to me, a non-lodger, from this high degreed
Mason, regarding my very magical family of the Tribe of Judah, right
to the founding American fathers, my seventh grandfather directly,
and signer of the great Declaration Of Independence, Mister Samuel
Huntington. Yes the great Tandy Corporation knows what I mean very
well, or should. They may still have the videotapes from the first
half dozen years since 2000. I did all I could to strongly discourage
this new computer age and social garbage media and all of it, from
taking root and continuing. At that stage, being into QD, I knew it
was still in a potential flux to peter out or to keep on going and
then be locked in. We all know which direction shit went, no matter
how fucking hard I tried fighting against this horrible nightmare. I
write this because someday, a group will form, with or without them
ever knowing that I ever lived on Planet Earth. But they will be
actively fighting this unnatural inhumanity of automation and dead
feelings towards anything good and old from yesteryear, as though
they had been my Morians all along, and Morianity had taken root,
grown, and caused it. I do not care whether I am given the credit,
just as long as someday soon, this counter tech culture does form,
even though it will be totally too late for it to do any real good
whatsoever. For every single good thing about all of this
ultra-high-tech new world, there are a minimum of three bad things it
has done. I know it, and so do a few today, who are as much against
this shit as I am, but are smart enough to go along and keep quiet,
for sake of self and family, and all that stuff. Some things, tech or
no tech, really do never change. Imagine that, folks.
ON BY AND FOR THE
RECORD, DOCUMENT 6
This
entire blog was all hacked out, and my internet is mother fucking
disabled until I get AT&T over here next cunt chewing fucking
week!!!
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A
MONSTER FUCKING EARTHQUAKE IS COMING!
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 FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Since
Atlantic City is striking me hard these days and especially this
year of 2015, that I AM NOLONGER MOVING TOWARDS, BUT AM IN NOW, YO
YO YO YO YO YO; I will have to take some counter measures. Time is
precious to fucking me. I cannot ever tell it all, there is not
ever going to be enough time to tell the whole thing. But I am
going to leave more than a sufficient amount of breadcrumbs for
all the super sleuths that come along eventually, in centuries
that follow, so they can know what was done to me, by whom, and
exactly why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People
can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as
well as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter
that physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right
time to ask a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or
just if a family should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains,
and even who really gave us all THE INTERNET! Right now, Professor
Kaku and his NCC-CLOUD makes the most sense in my life, and if any
religion on this Earth has any validity, based also on my own
personal wild life. But I was drawing cartoon scrolls and passing
them out, years and years before these great cable-TV channels
were beginning to openly discuss such things. They all know this.
They have the drawings I did of Sarah Callio and I standing hand
in hand on Tennessee Avenue, advertising the great video-game
under a 2005 fake copyright, back in 1997, under GATES-GAMES. So
what happened in 2005 with Gates? Gee world, ever wonder where
shadows dwell when it's the wrong time to see them?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG, © 2006-2015
Hay
old friend Bob McDowell, from Hopkins Lane, in January of 1973, in
Danny Mackey's class, YO; where has mother fucking 41
years gone to Delta-Dawn-Marie KING???? They just
fucking cunt crashed my computer or froze it actually, while
trying to paste something in, Bob old pal. Let's try again in
small piecemeal.
POP-PIP-PIP-PIP-PIP-NOT
POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mountainpen’s Blog
Just
another WordPress.com weblog
MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT
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I
WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE
OF FUCKING HORRORS.
I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning
me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning
bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder
than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I
thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this
evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later,
the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if
they had, she would have remained there until her Probation
Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her
prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my
personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this
hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just
run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my
stuff 2 my new place over time. Without
me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and
endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and
wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE
FUCKING chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word.
The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that
I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night
and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later,
disappear in the fucking night forever.
I
was having totally other issues then, with
HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!
This
is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental
balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick
me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN.
FEBRUARY
21,2015,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 12:14,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 44 DEGREES FNHT.
IT
ALL MAKES SUPER SENSE ONCE YOU OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE WHAT NO
ONE IS WILLING TO EVER SEE, THE TRUTH ABOUT ALL FIVE FUCKING
DIMENSIONS.
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
THE
LIFE OF A DAM DECAPITATED
CHICKEN is heaven, next
to my hellish nightmare life. Jesus fucking god almighty!!!!!!!!!!
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Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600
CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM
1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR
THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36
WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY,
IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE,
ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING,
“THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO
THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED
MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE
ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS
SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU
ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:
At the risk of
being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from
New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he
angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be
both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family
will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the
Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also
that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.
(Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections
from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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“The recordings only capture
Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think
any existing recording device on this earth could have captured
the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM |
December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android &
Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid
MacKenzie | December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy is the *real*
New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my
PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real,
I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like
someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people
like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the
Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching
a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is
Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found
two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They
were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature
folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I
found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in
1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on
the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have
never been able to find anything on him except his name and the
names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some
of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you
describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″
tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining
90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link
to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy
to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been
used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory
Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater
keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this
nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight |
September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about
10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the
handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about
10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the
handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about
10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the
handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to
this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’.
I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was
played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or
earlier.
It was a
rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main
melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on
Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung
monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging,
groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy
faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to
“Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding,
very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone
here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the
song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so
long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve
ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU,
they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of
versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of
those.
Thanks, for any help. Please
feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is
MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for
awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and
yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and
that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is
convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey
family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ
Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using
black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space
with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds
and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him
off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL
now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google
“MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted
by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Remember
how mad you got at me that day at the Blue Anchor house? All I did
was tell you that I was being persecuted. But it was as if I told
you I was going to murder everyone you care for or worse. This is
why I totally know that doubles are indeed dreaming inside of
folks, and advanced and trained ones, can actually take control
over their doppelgangers. You fucking explain it all better folks,
IF YOU CAN. I DARE YOU!
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The continuation of “The Epitome of Harassment” The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH, WE HAVE ALL SEEN THIS ONE MORE THAN ENOUGH, SEMINARY SCHOOLS OF THE EARTH!!!!!!!
TIME
TRAVEL IS 100% GOING ON!
LET
ME SHRINK HALF A FOOT OR SO, AND THEN GO WASH UP, CUZZ-DAVID!!!!!
Shades
of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ''alien
abduction experiences shared around the
planet''???WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
FIRST
DAY OF SUMMER IN 2008.
I
come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on
the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying
stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on
the floor.
DOES
ANY OF THIS HAVE A FAMILIAR RING TO IT; PROFESSOR MICHIO KAKU, OF
NYU, AND MORGAN FREEMAN; AND ALL OF YOU ALIEN RESEARCH PEEPS OUT
THERE????????????? I AM JUST CURIOUS!
Well,
my mission in life is certainly not to anger the Almighty Goddess.
Exactly the opposite would be the
goal of any sane mind,
right Aunt Supergirl Geraldine??????????? AHA-AHA. How come everybody
else is allowed to be funny, but let me try and get a laugh, and WOW
Mister fucking MACY. What gives, dogs????????????? Hey Darius, Boo,
David, and Warren, YO, SUP?
Well,
I have angered HER. Things
just exploded
the fuck in here & MY COMPUTER WAS BROKEN!!!
555555555555555555555555
YOU
MISSED ME JANE WHORE WITCH BITCH, BUT MY DAUGHTER HAS HIT ME QUITE
HARD.
It
is time to leave you now, for the day, ladies and gentlemen. BYE-BYE
CALI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO SARAH
MARTIN-O-EZ;
whoever you really are; U wild and crazy girl! Nursing home and bar
fights my ass. This family is on the warpath. I
don't believe a word you say, ANN!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
When
I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is
blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer;
I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical
place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not
contain a lot of hallways. Give me a break, my friend, Pope Benedict
the Sixteenth, SIR!!!!!!! We all know what we've done, as the crack
whore higher than a kite said to Kiefer Sutherland on that marvelous
1990 movie, called 'FLATLINERS'!!!!!!!! ''YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER'';
say what, Silverhands G.J.???
I
am under a very powerful death attack. I think my no good rotten
daughter is going to finish me off very soon, Sheriff Mascara, sir. I
should have moved to fucking South America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
made my entire blog fuck up, and most of it is gone, and needs to be
rewritten. My internet explorer is broken and I will have to have
AT&T come out, and I will tell them I plan to not fucking pay my
bill, unless they get my internet service restored. The lightbulb
won't stop coming on my screen; so I have put a screen blocker over
it. I will be dead soon, Sheriff, and this is the worst fucking
assault on me in years, and years, and years, and years, and years;
kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
won't be able to post any blogs until AT&T helps me, as I tried
every trouble shooting thing available on the computer and nothing
repairs the mother fucking explorer system, so I am not able to
access the cunt chewing net to post blogs. I have not been this
seriously hacked since 2010 when the Dow Jones as a result
DOUBLED!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone out here that thinks the USA is some great
and benevolent fucking nation; you can know you are totally mother
fucking wrong, or being totally deceived. I promise you. They are
murdering fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jane
Whore Fonda got me when they hacked out about 30 pages of this blog.
The beginning of what they did not allow me TWICE to type in, or
paste in, first they froze me up and I had to shut down and manually
come back on, but they have stopped me from putting the Crackpots
from New Jersey up on this blog, and I want it up here.
Mountainpen’s Blog
Just another WordPress.com weblog
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OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT
HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING
WAS MY FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN
YOU ASK THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM
IN PRISON, “LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the
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| “If
You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us,
Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark
from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER
RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER
MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE
BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL
666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE
FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS,
THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”,
SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES,
FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN
THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILY’S FRIENDLY
RESTAURANT,
ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD, BACK IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER
DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU
ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE: DO NOT CLICK HERE, THIS IS ALL DEFUNCT,
GONE, & NO MORE NEW-'GITYA'. http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU
GUESS
WHAT PEEPS? SOMEBODY REMOVED THE PHOTO OF THE 'SUPPOSED
ME',
AS OF 21
APRIL
IN 2014. I BELIEVE THIS WAS DAWN'S BIRTHDAY.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His
family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the
Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that
the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.
(Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with
aluminum foil.
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“The recordings
only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think
any existing recording device on this earth could have captured
the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in
the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for
“Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix
it…
Posted by: King
Daevid MacKenzie | December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy
is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and
christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my
PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real,
I’ve known folks like him.
Posted by: K. |
December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like
someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like
this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast.
How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a
club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby
| December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is
Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found
two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were
both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs
and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his
full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up
material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve
had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find
anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted
material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually
pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side
of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar
none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever
experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the
Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer
listed.
Posted by: maledoro
| August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy
to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used
on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory
Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater
keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this
nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by:
Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10
years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by:
Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10
years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by:
Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been
researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns
away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10
years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by:
Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to this
page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve
been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one
lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition
of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were
accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”)
And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several
voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese
aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to
“Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding,
very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone
here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song
title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so
long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve
ever heard except for this one.
On that same show
on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of
You’
I’ve listened to
hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t
any of those.
Thanks, for any
help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at
earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC
| May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST
DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile
at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled
into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He
believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel,
and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy.
Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction
with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the
Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him,
using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air
space with chem-trails, and sending
Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into
the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being
that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re
out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his
latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 23-B
Me
from 1985, ''I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away''. Come
back to me LIGHTNING!!!
Come
back to me LIGHTNING!!!
©
THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
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PRACTICING SIN? BY STEVE FINNELL
Practicing playing a piano makes for a better piano player. Practicing basketball will lead to becoming a more accomplished player. Practicing most things is a good thing. Practicing sin leads to forfeiting entrance to the kingdom of God.
Galatians 5:19-21 Now the works of the flesh are evident, which are: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, licentiousness, 20 idolatry, sorcery, hatred, contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, dissensions, heresies, 21 envy, murders, drunkenness, revelries, and the like; of which I tell you beforehand, just as I also told you in time past, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God. (NKJV)
1 Corinthians 6:9-11 Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, 10 nor thieves, covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God. 11 And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. )NKJV)
The clear message is that Christians were washed clean from sin and that they need to stop practicing sin.
If you are a Christian or not a Christian you need to stop practicing sin. How much practice is necessary to be a competent sinner?
Non Christians need to have their sins washed away. How? By Faith: John 3:16 Repentance: Acts 2:38 Confession: Romans 10:9 Water Immersion: Acts 2:38. Then, they need to stop practicing sin.
DO CHRISTIANS SIN? YES.
1 John 1:7-10 But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from sin. 8 If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 10 If we say that we have not sinned, we make Him liar, and His word is not in us. (NKJV)
Being a Christian, who on occasion, sins is not the same as continuing to practice sin. God says those who practice sin will not inherit the kingdom of God.
IF YOU CONTINUE TO PRACTICE SIN YOU WILL EXCEL AT SINNING. THAT IS NOT A DESIRED RESULT.
YOU ARE INVITED TO FOLLOW MY BLOG. http://steve-finnell.blogspot.com
Practicing playing a piano makes for a better piano player. Practicing basketball will lead to becoming a more accomplished player. Practicing most things is a good thing. Practicing sin leads to forfeiting entrance to the kingdom of God.
Galatians 5:19-21 Now the works of the flesh are evident, which are: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, licentiousness, 20 idolatry, sorcery, hatred, contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, dissensions, heresies, 21 envy, murders, drunkenness, revelries, and the like; of which I tell you beforehand, just as I also told you in time past, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God. (NKJV)
1 Corinthians 6:9-11 Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, 10 nor thieves, covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God. 11 And such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. )NKJV)
The clear message is that Christians were washed clean from sin and that they need to stop practicing sin.
If you are a Christian or not a Christian you need to stop practicing sin. How much practice is necessary to be a competent sinner?
Non Christians need to have their sins washed away. How? By Faith: John 3:16 Repentance: Acts 2:38 Confession: Romans 10:9 Water Immersion: Acts 2:38. Then, they need to stop practicing sin.
DO CHRISTIANS SIN? YES.
1 John 1:7-10 But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from sin. 8 If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 10 If we say that we have not sinned, we make Him liar, and His word is not in us. (NKJV)
Being a Christian, who on occasion, sins is not the same as continuing to practice sin. God says those who practice sin will not inherit the kingdom of God.
IF YOU CONTINUE TO PRACTICE SIN YOU WILL EXCEL AT SINNING. THAT IS NOT A DESIRED RESULT.
YOU ARE INVITED TO FOLLOW MY BLOG. http://steve-finnell.blogspot.com
You
are too kind, sir. Thank you for your attention and great words of
wisdom. See you in a million years, we can talk more on the same
level then, also.
ON
BY AND FOR THE RECORD, DOCUMENT 5
DOCUMENT 5-6-A AND B ARE ALL PART OF THIS ONE BLOG PASTEIN, DONE SCTION BY SECTION.
I AM UNDER A SEVERE
DEATH ATTACK, AND SOMEONE TRIED TO MURDER ME TODAY. FOR NO REASON AT
ALL, MY BRAND NEW MOTHER FUCKING CLIMATE CONTROL UNIT IN MY
APARTMENT, CAUGHT FIRE AND IS OUT OF SERVICE, DURING THIS FLORIDA
COLD SNAP. WHILE TRYING TO REPORT THIS TO THE HOUSING AUTHORITY
MAINTENANCE PEOPLE, I WAS DISCONNECTED BEFORE I COULD SPEAK TO THEM,
OVER AND OVER; BUT FINALLY EVENTUALLY MANAGED TO GET THROUGH, AND
REPORT THE FUCKING SITUATION. I KNEW I WAS SMELLING SMOKE IN HERE
EARLIER, AS MY NOSE IS QUITE RELIABLE. HOPEFULLY, THEY WILL GET HERE
TODAY, AND BE ABLE TO ADDRESS THE PROBLEM. OBVIOUSLY THIS WAS SOMEHOW
HIT BY THE TAWF-MILITUFORCE. SHIT LIKE THIS DOES NOT
HAPPEN FOR NO REASON, ESPECIALLY SHIT RELATED TO FUCKING GLITTERY
FIRES; MATCH TOSSER DAWN-MARIE. AND
PEOPLE DOUBT MY FUCKING SHIT. BOY OH BOY, MIZZ ATTORNEY FUCKING
GENERAL BONDI, OF FLORIDA. THIS IS A DYING
UTTERANCE. THIS FAMILY IS GOING TO KILL ME, AND WE ARE WAY
OVER-DO FOR ANOTHER MAJOR FUCKING OJAY SIMPSON
TRIAL; AND I SAID THIS ALL ALONG!!!
HEY PAM, THIS MAKES
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
TWO HUGE MAJOR ATTACKS ON THE SAME DAY.
I
NO MORE BUY INTO THIS SHIT TODAY, THAN THE MEN ON THE MOTHER FUCKING
MOON. IT IS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT FIRE; EVER SINCE THE VERY
EARLY NINETEEN EIGHTIES, AND EARLIER FOR DAWN; WHOEVER
SHE REALLY ESS-IS!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
UNIT WAS BRAND NEW A SHORT WHILE AGO AND ANY FOLLOWER OF MY BLOGS
KNOWS IT. IT IS A DUAL CLIMATE CONTROL UNIT, FOR BOTH HEAT AND COOL.
AFTER-EDIT---It was the outlet that they made to catch fire; and not
the unit.
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FORT
PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL
PAM BONDI, AND ANY OTHER AUTHORITIES, FBI, ACLU, AND BOB FCC
MCDOWELL, REGARDING MY BEING CUT OFF OVER AND OVER, WHEN IN TIME OF
EMERGENCY NEED, AND ON MY LANDLINE TELEPHONE;
TOTALLY PAID UP TO DATE, AND AUTOMATICALLY DEBITED FROM MY CHECKING
ACCOUNT MONTHLY. THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR THIS, BUT IT ALL HAPPENED
AFTER WAKING FROM A POWERFUL MOTHER FUCKING
WILD NIGHTMARE. I WAS IN ATLANTIC
CITY, AND THE FAMILY WAS ALL TRYING TO GET THAT SAME
SHOEBOX AWAY FROM ME (TABLET), THAT WAS
ALSO ALL GOING DOWN IN THE HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS IN 1996, IN THAT WILD
NICK CANNON NIGHTMARE DISASTER. HE MAY HAVE ONLY BEEN SIXTEEN; BUT HE
IS A BIGGER FIREBUG THAN HIS WIFE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO NEED
SOME PROTECTION, SHERIFF. THE HOUSE DOWN THE STREET LAST YEAR WAS
JUST A ''WARNING TO ME TO SHUT UP''.
I TOTALLY FUCKING KNOW THAT, SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
20, 2015,
FRIDAY
SUPER BOTBAR AFTERNOON, AT 2:09,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 57 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-57/L-34)
Your 5 Day Forecast
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
FRI
Partly Sunny
62°/48°
SAT
Partly Cloudy
75°/58°
SUN
Partly Sunny
80°/58°
MON
Partly Cloudy
80°/62°
TUE
Mostly Cloudy
75°/55°
Well,
Your Holiness, that explains the super major
DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy
Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION!!!!!!!!! THE
PROBLEM IS THAT TRANSDIMENSIONAL DOUBLES OF MY FAMILY ARE DOING THIS
TO ME; AND YOU CANNOT PROSECUTE THOSE HERE, IN THIS DIMENSION AND
PARALLEL; BUT REALLY, WHAT ARE THE ODDS, SHERIFF, FROM OZ CURTAINS,
TO ABOUT NINETY THOUSAND OTHER COINCIDENCES, SINCE ABOUT THIS TIME;
BACK EIGHT YEARS OR SO AGO? TELL ME THAT, KIND SIR! YOU TOO, KIND ADA
RON WIRTZ, OLD
BUDDY FROM 1989!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM QUITE SURE THE DIRT BAG DOW JONES IS
FLYING WELL PAST ALL PRIOR ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, AFTER THIS ASSAULT
AND DEATH SIEGE ON ME, GOVERNOR SCOTT, AND PRESIDENT BEARHUGS
PIZZASHOPS OBAMA!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
MISERABLE
MOTHER FUCKING JANE WHORE FONDA JUST STRUCK ME, ON TOP OF ALL OF MY
ALREADY EXISTING CUNT CHEWING FUCKING HELL; WITH
HER PAGE ELEVEN OF CUNT SNIFFING FUCKING ELEVEN;
LADS AND LASSIES!!! ALLOW ME TO NOW COMPENSATE.
JUST
LOOK AT THE DAM WAY THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' STOCK MARKET TOOK OFF, RIGHT
AFTER THIS COVERT PROPERTY DAMAGE WAS DONE ON ME, MIZZ GOD DAM BONDI,
YO YO YO YO!!! GO
AHEAD, JUST DAM LOOK!
THE
REPAIRMAN IS HERE, AT 18 PAST TWO. PRAISE
THE GODS FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will be back later on, Governor Arnold Muscle-Boy!
THIS
FEBRUARY OF 2015, HAS BEEN THE MOTHER
FUCKING WORST MONTH
OF MY ENTIRE CUNT CHEWING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DISEASED SCREWED UP COCK
SUCKING MISERABLE BASTARD ASS LIFE, YO YO YO!!!
Here
comes the mother fucking (`~HACK), Bob Johnny Fucker Faster Joker
McDowell, FCC; from my old 1972 Daniel Mackey class, at the Cooley
Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; dogs,
BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
I will cheer up someday Twinbay,
but first, tell your twin to tell her great friends, to PLEASE STOP
MESSING WITH ME ALL MY DAM LIFE. PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE
GIRL!!!!!!!!!
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Every
year is the same, and it all started on August 15, 1986, and before
this; nothing in my life was ever like this; and nobody in this
mother fuckiGN world is ever going to convince me, that
I did not cross literally into mother fucking hell,
on that magical night, in hyperspace, on
8-15-1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
the repairman repaired a fried out electrical outlet.
There was no reason for it, other than to quote him, ''things do age
and wear out''; after-all, we humans sure do. No doubt about fucking
that; Mizz Chillie, and Lenny McWoeveryouare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do I
believe this was not a huge death attack, with a flying racing all
time high stock market? Not on your cunt huffing life, kind people.
Not after that major interaction in hyperspace, in a parallel
universe other Atlantic City. No way Jose Girl, no
way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-----
Computer,
you know what to do and you know when to do it, just as the friend of
21 year old Brenda Moore said back at Misses Meeker's house in the
early fucking cunt nineties, when all of this dam shit WAS ALL
GEARING UP and getting ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
MAJOR MAJOR FUCKING EARTHQUAKE WILL STRIKE, I PROMISE YOU!
SO
GET READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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- This world died somewhere quite a long while ago. I know you don't believe this, and you would be wrong. Compassion, human feelings, all gone, replaced AS PREDICTED by cold computers and icy technology, the absolute death of the human heart, forever, s we evolve into the gods only know what. As sorry as I could ever be for me; I am way sorrier for all of you uncaring assholes out here. What has happened in my family and to me, that was predicted by me in a 1980 song from the realms of dreams; called, "Love Is For Carpenters", has all come perfectly and totally 100% into fruition, I believe the song lyric still sitting in the United States Copyright Office from 1981, can be quoted, "We all have a number, none have a name, and all that we do have, is each other to blame".
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
Binary
and music
is beyond a magical combination. Only
people with enlightenment
can see these things. Goddess bless the ones like most or all of you,
who CANNOT. You're fucking all very dam lucky, and I envy all of you,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
well, IIWII Dawn-Marie Matches King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH 'WOW' JOANNA AND MARIAH.
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Look, I
can go all over the place, but right now, I am going to go some
place, and am planning on taking along with me, anyone who
keeps right on reading this whittle bwog. Whaaaaa!
The
American Medical Association has been around for a very long
time, in human terms of shallow time, as opposed to mountains
and stars, and so forth. The accepted abbreviation for them, is
the AMA. The Private Cosmicoded Number, or (PCN) of AMA, is
363. So is the title to a song that I sent for Copyright, on
August 15, 1986, called, 'REAL GOOD GIRL'. 99.9999% of the
population accepts coincidences, and would never take things
like the great Chinese (I-CHING) or the Morianity GAWNUM
TEACHINGS) in any way seriously. At most, they would enjoy
playing with these things for entertainment purposes, and as
for believing in their deeper value to do incredible stuff and
reveal so much, well, simply put people, forget about it.
Whoever started the New-Age Movement somewhere back in the
nineties, sad to say, has had to bury their attempts to wake
this world up 'spiritually'. I do not believe that this 'just
happened' either, folks. I don't believe that anything ever
just happens. In fact, I know that matter and energy is why we
have a material caporial physical plane for us to exist in
while in bodies or dreaming that we are off of a higher plane,
and then there is the higher plane that needs no material
bodies. In fact, when stuff happens like THE MENTALIST TV SHOW,
that came and went quite magically, coming and springing up as
soon as my late 2007 blogs created the character of Patrick
Jane, only to then proceed to mock the spiritual aspect of
reality, ONLY PROVES TO PEOPLE SUCH AS MYSELF, all the more,
that there is a force working behind some really great powerful
OZ CURTAINS, to intentionally fuck with all of this, and make
the majority see anything spiritual, as fake, fraud, and mental
delusion. If the world goes on as it has for the past 30 years,
in another 30, it will be illegal to openly claim to believe in
any of this religious based stuff, at least in the United
States. And then we wonder why we have enemies who yes, are
trying to wipe us off the map. Only these incredible fucking
truths are never talked about on the world News. They won't be
either!
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Something
has gone out of its way, especially here in the United States,
over the past decade or so, to really make a mockery out of
anything our senses are unable to perceive, you know, whatever
we cannot hear or see, taste, feel, or smell. You could see the
power struggle in that great television show that aired its
very final episode yesterday on the American CBS network.
Throughout th e entire second half of this seven year running
fantastic show, way more than the first half, this power
struggle to go one way verses the other way, was quite evident
to any serious critical viewer, and fan, of this marvelous
show. Maybe I should re-word that and say, it was obvious to
anyone willing to be open minded and perceptive, to things that
are of spiritual reality in cosmos. The real joke is on my last
sentence. Cosmos is indeed all a tangible material plane. The
invisible truth to why it is here, has to do with how it got
from the PLANK, to the expanding cosmos of present perception.
This would require encyclopedia size texts, and neither you or
I want me to even attempt anything absurd like that. But I am
able to make a simple point without going on and on with
lengthy boring words. Polarity is the 'Y' of everything. Rapped
up in this, is the answers to all things. However, there is a
quad-force that is totally not yet understood by the scientific
community, as all things that this group does, insists proving
through many lab-experiments and a lot of other tedious things.
The joke is that they all know every single year, a lot of
stuff is junked by all of them, and they go on with new updated
stuff. You could actually use annual old information as
confetti year in and year out, should this community ever have
annual parades marching down the streets of Manhattan. I
promise you all that THE MENTALIST was the biggest farce ever
done by the entertainment world. I am glad it all ended on a
nice happy note for a change, as Hollywood has the magic power
to make anything be anything, as we all know. I am not
belittling them or this terrific show in the least, but to any
real open minded fan and viewer, we all know what happened
behind some really powerful and outlandish scenes. You could
almost sniff it out, that visually invisible power struggle
that was always there since day one, but as I said, in the
second half of the show, took off like a rocket. There is no
proof or court evidence to what I am saying, but as I said,
many of know these truths. All of us crackpots absolutely know
these truths, only, who is listening to any of us crackpots,
Jason Forrest?
Thought
is energy, and is fifth dimensional. It bounces around in all
five dimensions, with or without any group-oriented or
goal-oriented society, such as my name titled, ''ESS''. The
problem is that matter only moves in 3-D. So as we all slightly
change in MIND, fifth dimensionally, our surrounding material
physical plane that we live and exist on, in countless parallel
universes, alters in only three and four. It alters in three to
our perception of broken instants, about 400 of them each and
every minute, making this movement a sort of endless point of
reference frame to all of us, in 5-D true reality. Because
people are not being healed from blindness or raised from the
dead by the thousands each day, miracles like those done
supposedly, by Jesus, 2000 years back, are basically all
scoffed at. This is because of something that most who do the
loudest scoffing, are clueless about. But because the nature of
the most powerful one percent or the WO (World Owners) is to do
a particular thing in order to make them the one percent WO,
most if not all of them, and they do know me; know exactly what
I am talking about, making reality instant by instant, shaping
its destiny, otherwise, it must shape you. There simply is no
gray area in this permitted by the cosmos. You rule, or you get
ruled over. You eat or you get eaten. You are the one percent,
or you are the other 99. It really honestly is just that
simple, to quote John Henningsen.
All
of these truths, are why I have stated over and over and over
again; that indeed, ''the world is an amazing place''. Say
what, George Silverhands Jeff????????????????????????
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
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People,
in all honesty, I don't give a
if
you believe any of this, or naut, Miss AT&T Blake from
1983. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
But
giving a dog or not, allow me to add in, this little final
thought, mister Brainwasted Springer!
Thoughts
that come from universal mind or the sixth dimension, pass
interdimensional throughout this inconceivable hyperspace,
while simultaneously, the matter down in lower single-universe
worlds, can only move along in lower 3-4 dimensional systems. I
used to think other things were the reasons behind these
magical numbers, nuclear-3 and directional-4, and maybe they
are to some degree, but I am fully convinced now as I've moved
forward in nine years of learning, growing, and blogging; that
it is the interaction of the lower material realm ratio, to
this higher hyperspace dream-down point from this collective
MIND-REALM. The magic in any group of binary neighbor numbers
such as 3-4, is in doing th e two basic arithmetic functions on
them both, adding and multiplying. There are only two
functions. The inverse, even in equations, is all about
polarity and balance, hence the inverse of multiplication an d
addition, is division and subtraction. What I called in 1994,
in my book, ''TPB'', (ETTOS), is an automatic lawtronic process
working downward into the mind realm and then below that, into
the physical hyperspace. Hence, it may not be known about or it
is kept totally secret, but in truth, the quad-force is
electricity-magnetism, gravity, mind. Every single part of this
quadforce, is the other three of them in a wild equation that
are all one reality when combined and observed and realized, by
anyone down in the hyperspace. If it is not recognized and
realized, then it cannot ever be equalized. If the entire
hyperspace was equalized, mind inside of it here, as machine
minds, brains, and whatever else, would be forced to exactly be
the same as the mind-realm energy on th e sixth-dimension.
My
chain being stolen from me so mysteriously late in 1969, and
stuff like
(Lois
Foca 1980)
and
a million other things; is as explainable and easy to see, as a
little butterfly going along in the soft winds on a gentle blue
skied spring day, that most of the country is dreaming about
these days, I'm quite sure.
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'FUCK
THE ESS' CHAPTER 23
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS. Anyone
can join, and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs
and the Morianity-Project:
NOW
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO JOIN???
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/ |
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything. Please forgive all my
negative attitudes, lovely TWINBAY!!!
My blogs
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Last
year we began exploring in a deeper and more 'moaningful
way', Professor Kaku old pal,
and others out here; the varying factions of the ESS, or the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Recently I have discussed the
university where this great professor is tenured in, the NYU.
Accidentally I was MIND HACKED, and a blog or two back, wrote
in NYU instead of NYC while discussing New York City,
sahwee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Mister Crane sir of Thompson Consumer Electronics, my
simple question to you is;
I
INDEED HAVE ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TIMES.
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
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WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
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I
will always hear Mary Gaines asking me why I did this to her
daughter, back in 1981. WOW, why did any of this happen unless
we look at the mind realm and how it endlessly reshuffles and
dreams stuff down into lower material realms, such as this one
right here.
Sometimes
yes, I will openly admit, that the mind can indeed tend to
exaggerate the full impact on a level rising to conspiracy, but
in the majority of cases, when it is all said and done, and
carefully scrutinized and examined after a calming period and
the passing of some time; still and all, most things are quite
real, not imagined, and spoken perfectly as my old pal said it
around 1992, “Mark, you are imagining very little to none of
this stuff that's being done all around you by the NSA”. This
man was MISTER ARTHUR CRANE,
from the TCE security job, once known as the RCA plant of West
Deptford, in New Jersey, along the freeway leading towards the
Atlantic City Expressway or Philadelphia, depending on the
heading, be it basically easterly or westerly.
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So
as to what I told David Roth at the Highpoint War-games
Installation of Warren Grove, New Jersey in th e summer time
back in 1997, in order to understand this ''hyperspace
shuffle'' as well as retrieve lost identification interactions
of parallel universes, you need to create, as did Almighty
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. But he poo-poo'd it all, and I
though the was really open-minded. I was wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
searched and searched and could never ever find the name of
KRASSLE in the human world anywhere, a stupid idea since SHE is
All Mighty Goddess and not a mere human mortal, Hyundai
time; along with Hammonton forest fires and Hanging in there
Huntington's but yes, moving the point along peeps, because I
could not find KRASSLE, I assumed that I remembered this
powerful “DREAM” wrong, when in fact and truth, I did no
such freaking thing. HER NAME IS SARAH KRASSLE, or LORDESS of
the mighty ASTRAL-PLANE KRASSLE FAMILY. The last name of all of
them, is translated into the English language of 1969 times and
still now in 2012, as KRASSLE, and similar names now are in
existence, but I still know of nobody, that spells it as SHE
spelled it for me, in that powerful interaction so long ago.
Lordess or Sarah Krassle is part of a huge Olympian family on
the Astral Plane. All the gods and goddesses we hear about in
myths and on television documentaries, they all have this
secret last name, not secret there, but nobody on this waking
world Earth seems to know this name, their great name, my blogs
can say it from now to eternity, but I am just a nobody; who
listens to me? Still, this IS the last name of all these
cousins of gods. SSJKK is the absolute most powerful and
greatest one of all, under a secret law created by the ever
existing, all mighty ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, or the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL; and this is called the 'SCYLLA INHERITANCE
LAW', SCYLLA MEANS “FIRST DAUGHTER”, all throughout the
great capitol province of Olympia. Other surrounding provinces
may have varying wordage differences in sort of the way we have
folks in the waking world that may be able to speak many
languages, yet have what we define as accents, as they
pronounce things slightly off because it is not always their
native tongue. When I could not find the name of KRASSLE
anywhere, back as a young teenager, after a year or so, I
figured I heard this wonderful lovely giant goddess wrong, and
began calling her Krassee, after shortly upon my awakening from
this wild experience, maybe a few months later in early 1970, I
began seeing a repeated commercial for vision and eye care, and
it showed a family in both an optometrist office, and later on
being fitted in an eyeglass store for glasses. The young girl
in this commercial spoke a sentence, and I only remember to
this day, the part of that sentence where she said, “All of
us Krassee's want to take care of our eyes”, this is either a
perfect or near perfect quote, but the name is smack dab on the
money. So I began for years and years, thinking of this special
girl as Sarah Krassee. In my book from 1994, “TPB”, I
slipped, and instead of saying whatever fake name I should have
said, I said right on the tape, and it should be in the Library
of Congress to this very day, while speaking of Jim Pratt, the
evil character from the great Colony-256 far out into deep
space, in this book, SHE was about to perform a great concert,
just as SHE does do at Monolazarium Square in HER great city,
called, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, owned in majority under the SI
Laws, only I slipped and called HER by name in the book, only
the name I was now calling her as a result of never finding the
name KRASSLE any place in the exact way that she had spelled it
for me in that power house dreaming interaction back in
December of 1969, so I pronounced it Sarah Krassee. Hay, except
for her very fave number of '7', the alphabet value in these
names at the 6th letter out of the total 7, this difference
would not exist. The one E changed to be 7 letters further down
the alphabet would change KRASS-'E'E to KRASS-'L'E. So the
magic of 7 worked on my mind to compensate my being 2 dumb to
realize, gee, I am not going to be able to just look her up in
some phone book or something, all though for many many long
years, I tried so hard to find this magical girl, through many
a long dark stretch of numerous winters, when my mother would
go out on her dates, as my parents were divorced, and of course
my dad was only interested in treasure salvage, but then; if he
had not been doing this he might have been there, and I would
not have been alone trying to pursue finding this mystical
magical goddess of the dream world.
The
further these blogs go, the wilder all of this shit gets, and
yet I have told 100% accurate truths, rarely ever exaggerating
anything. But just from ad libing small extra parts that were
forgotten to my conscious mind from hyperspace interactions on
rare occasion here and there, (DREAMS), I have recalled stuff
that makes the Doctor Mark Wolf hypnotherapy in early 1996,
pale by all and any comparisons. But when you play just a
little bit, and know what you are doing, all of reality begins
to alter around you. Since time and hyperspace are only
byproducts of MIND, you need to first be totally aware that
these truths are indeed just that, real total truths. After
that, the stuff that Jesus said about people's faith making it
all happen and work, comes into play. Why wouldn't an almighty
'god' know about the QUAD-FORCE? SHE obviously IS the
quadforce, and told us what we needed to know just shy of
equalizing the energy of 3-4-D and 5-6-D. Put a bit simpler,
Mother Nature is just Father God, or in bigger truth, there is
Mother/Daughter/Electron/Mind. We were told of the great
Trinidad (trinity) but only MIND can decode the way it all fits
together, becoming a 3 force into a 4 force. 3+4=7, and 3X4=12.
Taking the 7 and the 12, as in 7-12, and it becomes a stage
later, 7+12=19, and 7X12 =84, as in 19-84. Many people love to
play private-eye and king of the prophets and try decoding
bibles and ancient lost texts such as the DS Scrolls. But I
know the real truth, arrogant as this may sound to a lot of
you. I knew it all in a quick bursting flash, the day that MC
made her claim to the world on top of the Observation Tower of
the great Empire State Building, back in 2008. But what if I
also since then, came to learn how two parallel universe
realities fit perfectly together, where Dawn King fits into all
of this in ways, far too amazing for any of you to buy into.
Give me a break. If a close friend poo-poo'd stuff, despite
major shit all around us, what are any of you going to do with
such powerful information. But then, I know that certain other
people know it as well. This is why my Uncle Heinz felt th e
need to make me nearly punch his mother fucking lights out back
in late 1972, with that dam train bullshit.
Making
stuff up as we go along is also known as learning and growing.
We all have to learn to crawl, then walk, then run. Even the
champion athletes began as little babies, totally helpless. I
really don't dig one bit, how people call making it up as you
go along, some kind of fake steak deal. Even my ''YBCO'' song,
was sampled from a real source. I say all of this to remind you
that you, me, all of us, are in a process of growth. We learn,
we grow. Get over it. We weren't born GODDESS, and we won't die
GODDESS. If you prefer the ESS dropped, fine, so do I all the
time, so then GOD, but see how older blogs start out with me
trying hard to get shit, and then pow, the breadcrumbs and
super sleuth movies of Babylon, New York back in 1972, all seem
to be a trillion dots, waiting to be line drawn and connected
up to draw pictures. Yes, I was three digits short on the
nonillion number, sorry, I'M ONLY HUMAN, BRUCE PENNOCK. Cry me
a magic keyboard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It
is all on the blogs that I know led to the great TV show that
001 is connected with. I know I told how I was too old to, but
did it anyway, was laying in bed, creating this wonderful super
girl goddess, SARAH, not that she was not first in Atlantic
City in waking life, and not that SHE did not come to me in a
powerful dream, take a chain out of my apartment closet strong
box, and then in waking life it really was gone the next day,
and not that the giant asterisk chemtrail was not in the skies
all over the county the following day; that is all real life
waking world history. That happened, no question about it. I am
saying that I would roll up some blankets and in the darkness,
pretend I had HER with me, and then drift off to sleep in a
fantasy, and this created a lot of what is now happening. Well,
this may have been spoken as an old confession on old blogs,
but there is a higher truth, and that truth is called PHASE-4.
Let me try and explain this. Phase and Type are not the same
things now so please do not get them at all confused, or do
what Dawn King would tell me not to do in vulgar lingo. I will
now explain the phases.
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But
was it 1-2-3-4, or 1-2-3 Mister Tesla???????
Does
it not always come out to Mister Orwell's great year no matter how
you shake it all up????
Well,
Your Holiness, that explains the super major
DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy
Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your Holiness, that
explains the super major DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right
side, great Holy Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your
Holiness, that explains the super major DEATH
ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy
Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your Holiness, that
explains the super major DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right
side, great Holy Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your
Holiness, that explains the super major DEATH
ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy
Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your Holiness, that
explains the super major DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right
side, great Holy Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your
Holiness, that explains the super major DEATH
ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy
Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Your Holiness, that
explains the super major DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right
side, great Holy Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAVE SOME BEYOND POWERFUL GAWNUM INFORMATION TO SHARE SOON. ALSO, THE
SHERIFF IS LOOKING OUT GOR ME, AND THIS DID NOT COME FROM
TRANSDIMENSIONAL DETECTIVE P4E BOBBY GOREN. OH THE DAM GODS, WE WILL
REALLY BE SOON EXPLORING, THE TOPIC OF P4E AND HOW THEY FIT SO
INCREDIBLY INTO T3E PEEPS ALSO, KIND FOLKS. SO JUST BE PATIENT WITH
ME, WADIES AND GWENTLEMEN, TANKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
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Thank
you for watching me kind Sheriff. If you ever need anything, I am
right here!!!!!!!!! Or am I?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MAYBE
I WILL FLY FAR FAR AWAY FROM THIS HELL.
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