MARCH
11, 2015, NOT AMANDA HARRIS-DS.
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 11:03,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 72%, FEELING 86 DEGREES.
FORECAST
HIGH TODAY IS 88,
RANGE
TODAY IS-----(H-81/L-73)
WIND
IS ESE AT 13, GUSTING TO 14.
MY
ENEMIES AWOKE ME EARLY AGAIN, WITH ANOTHER ILLEGAL TELEPHONE
SQUEALING SOUND; OH GAP FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, MY OLD
FRIEND FROM 1972, MISTER
BOB MCDOWELL, SIR, AT COOLEY-WORMHOLE
HALL, OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!
RIGHT
AT JANE WHORE WITCH BITCH FONDA TIME, A LOUD ILLEGALLY LOW PRIVATE
AIRPLANE ATTACK JUST STRUCK THE BUILDING HERE WHERE I LIVE, SIRS AND
MA'AMS AT THE FEDERAL AVIATION ADMINISTRATION, AND PAM BONDI, STATE
OF FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL'S OFFICE. THANK YOU NORTON SIR, I KNOW I
HAVE HIGH DISC USAGE, THANK YOU FOR THE PROCESS ALERT POP UP WINDOW.
I CLICK ON IT TO SEE WHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT AND YOU NEVER
SHOW ME ANYTHING. LIKE DUH!
I
AM HEARING SOME DOORS STARTING UP, BUT NOT REAL LOUD, ALSO, SHERIFF
KM SIR. THIS HAS BEEN A REAL ASSAULT ON ME NOW WITH ALL OF THIS
CONTINUAL HARASSMENT AND PERSECUTION, THAT ALL BEGAN LATE ON THE
FUCKING ASS AFTERNOON, OF LAST THURSDAY, AN ENTIRE WEEK BACK NOW;
FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT AND ANY AND ALL RELEVANT AUTHORITIES
OUT HERE, YO!
Last
night, I was with my beautiful Atlantic Ocean and she was giving me
the time of my life. Suddenly, those same ten or so gang of early
twenty-somethings from Atlantic City, a giant girl gang all around
six four to six eight in height, and more lovely than most beauty
contestants; all surrounded me again, and they brutally raped me.
Then I remember Detective Stabler and Benson, from the hit NBC-TV
Network show, “L&O-SVU” appearing while I was stumbling up to
some sand dunes. The exact beach that I seemed to be at was
unfamiliar to me. I sat down on one of a small group of very old
decrepit wooden chairs, that were all by the foot of these beach
dunes. Before continuing, the (WD-HACK) just knocked off a word, and
as you know from prior blogs, a lot of fucking (WD-HACKS) are again
being illegally used on my property here, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
DEMAND SOME FUCKING JUSTICE. So moving on and back to the 'dream',
they burst out laughing at me, even though I was all bloody and my
clothes were all torn apart as if I had been caught in a dam tornado.
When I asked why they were acting in this manner, they began grabbing
handfuls of sand and throwing it into my face until my eyes were no
longer able to see, and I was in intense pain. Then Detective Benson
said to me, “Mark you buttwipe you, don't you remember the day you
left Dawn King's psych place at Pacific and Tennessee Avenues, and
you heard her on her cellphone and you were silently thinking even
though you weren't able to hear the conversation on the other end
clearly, that the voice sounded like your old lab technician from
early 1984? I blurted out, yes I now recall that, but back then I
wasn't thinking about my lab teck daut a lot, as things hadn't all
gotten around to happening the way that they eventually did. Then
Detective Stabler said to me, Time to be a man and face up to your
daughter and tell her you're tired of her childish rotten behavior no
matter who the hell she is. I told him I didn't have the balls to do
this. Ann was suddenly there on a chair next to me while Stabler and
Benson were standing over me almost glaring at me, while my eyes
started to tear from the sand attack. Ann said, we have to go now,
Dawn wants you to go to the Rent-A-Center store near your guard
office in the Pleasantville Shopping Plaza, to see about renting some
furniture. This of course did all happen, the part where we went
there to rent furniture, and after that wild other dream where my
daughter said that I would be seeing her the following day, and in a
wild way, I did. So then Detective Benson went over to where Ann was
sitting and flipped her chair over sending Ann onto the beach yelling
at her, while Benson told her to shut up. Then I hollered out, holy
shit, that is when I saw her plastered all over the wall on large
screen television sets that were all set to the VH-1 Channel, and MC
was singing one of her many hit songs. Hay wait a second, Dawn was
talking to her on that phone of hers. Then Stabler blurted out real
loud, making me wipe slobber that was coming out of his mouth, off of
my face, as he did it with such force and veracity; “Put it
together you idiot, you're not a child Mark. She's been screwing'
with you since she was one though” That last sentence that I put in
quotations, I will remember as long as I'll remember President James
Earl Carter telling me “I KNOW” when he responded to me in 1986,
in that other beach interaction (dream) after I yelled over to him in
sort of a questioning manner, “I'm dead Mister President”. I
really did hear, and had blocked from my mind; that cellphone call;
despite DMK being right next to me in the passenger seat, while I was
driving down Pacific Avenue, towards where you turn to the right and
westbound, to enter the Expressway out of Atlantic City, and back
home to our rented home in Hammonton, New Jersey, owned by Federal
Bureau of Investigation (FBI) Agent, Steve Caruso, from Austin Texas,
back in the summer and autumn time in the year of 2009. I swear that
this is all true, right down to the dream interaction from the night
before this trip to take Dawn to her psych appointment, where MC told
me, “Mark, you'll be seeing me tomorrow on your trip to Atlantic
City with my Cuzz-Dawn”. As with the Krassle chain removal back in
December of 1969, I remember sort of chuckling in the interaction
(dream) when hearing that, and thinking, 'yeah, whatever'. These are
powerful incredible things that happened to me, yet what Dawn said to
me in private and in my room in the house before this house and the
one also from a powerful (DREAM-INTERACTION) with the 6-9 rooms
without a lot of hallways that all sort of go into each other and the
wind that was blowing the doors shut real loud and all of that, from
June 21, 2008.
What
no one knows is that I have recently met a person who knew the world
famous psychic who had a shop on the Black Horse Pike in Atlantic
City, by the name of 'world renown Julia',
and maybe still does for all I know. But this person has not been in
Jersey for thirty years.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Just
what is meant by that bit of hocus pocus you may be dam wondering,
kind folks?
Well, whether it be the people at the Copyright Office, or any of my
family, or anyone at all, I learned or should have, years and years
and years ago; not to trust people, and not to depend on people.
Well, the first part of that is able to be used quite negatively. You
can indeed trust people. You can trust them to be HORRIBLE,
CRUEL,
and many times even CRIMINAL.
Just look at how Ann and Dawn made me lose what little I had in this
life. It is all gone forever; right down to a few pictures and photos
of my mom and me as a youth with friends, and so forth. They
took it all away, and as the sociopaths they are,
have no feeling about it at all. In 2011, Ann told me over the phone
right here in this very apartment here in Public Housing, from her
nice home up in Hammonton, “I am enjoying your nice 40 inch
television. I spent five thousand fucking cunt dollars to purchase
that TV set, back in 1995, and not in god dam fucking Rent-A-Center
either. I went to the very same American Appliances that I had gone
to in the summer of 1986, while living at Karpf's shit hole place in
Cherry Hill; to buy a used lousy refrigerator. The
U.S. © Office to this day, has a tape in my files up there; that
talks about this refrigerator, and this store on the Black Horse
Pike, in Mount Ephraim, New Jersey,
the same pike the great world fucking renown Julia Psychic lives and
operates on. Well, Jane fuckiGN miserable rotten whore Fonda just got
at me again, wonderful old dam world, page eleven of eleven, so allow
me to please cunt-phlegm-rape (compensate) to put it more politely
and less angrily! I cannot win for cunt huffing losing, squared,
cubed, and super fuckiGN Cuban!!!!!!!!
I
TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER
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Hay,
it's you and me, and Helen Reddy, against the world; Uncle Jesse
Hair! My best to the GG-BRIDGE. Just don't bother with yellow phones,
or crossovers!!!!
But
now my question is why, because the enemy is killing me at light
speed squared; lovely AG Mizz Bondi? This parallel event has made
perfect sense ever since August of 1986, so I confess to you, great
AG; I do not understand some things going on around me, and the
cosmos as well, ma'am. I'm only human B.A.P.
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
Please
watch over me, Sheriff Mascara sir!
I ONLY WISH THAT JIM
BURRRRR
WAS MY ONLY
WORRY AND HASSLE. CAN
YOU IMAGINE MY KID'S FRIEND, EXPECTING ME TO BAIL HIM OUT OF YOUR
JAIL, BACK IN EARLY AUTUMN OF 2010; SHERIFF KM????????????????????
BOO-YA!!!!
Maybe I should run
away to Lingan
Cape Breton Nova Scotia, or just take a deep dive
into the sea and then a deep breath, and it will all be over for me,
Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!! Oh WOW Macy Bunch.
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
OH MARSHA MY DAM
NOSE
Not all of my blogs
are super long winded WAR AND PEACE works of Tolstoy, and not all of
them are mere little TWEETY-BIRDERS either. Many fall in-between,
after-all, this is a cosmos in perfect ordered balance. Just ask any
dam scientist or physicist, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWEET-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET,
WEEEEEEEEEEEE ALL LOVE THOSE TWEEEETY BIRDS, DON'T WEEE?
Hay
Poolroy, look at me go, back in 1995. Wait up Joan, we can share a
lap lane together, and blow poor old Poolroy's mind again! Without
any short blogs or birds; allow me now to just say,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Yes
Dawn told me something so huge about Julia Roberts and Benjamin Brat,
both characters playing as possible lovers, on an episode of the
greatest law-TV show in the history of the entertainment world (EW),
'LAW & ORDER'. She told me that they were very close for a while
on the fan side of the camera, sort of an older EW expression. She
went onto tell me that they both knew about me, meaning me and not
Dawn, and that she wouldn't ever tell me any more. Then she told me
when I swung the conversation towards MC a little bit, that I better
watch out. ''Her Atlantic City friends, as well as her distant
relations; don't like my blogs, whatever blogs are''. Dawn
was not computer savvy by the way, and did not know a reboot, from an
old smelly shoe. This is what some of you who hinted with me
some stuff, need to know and be told again, as to why I was claiming
dangerous living conditions, life threatening in fact, Stockholm
syndrome, and more; yet was blogging all manner of bad things about
her and her wonderful family from HELL! She told me that if the
Atlantic City Fire Chief who was super tight with her mom, which by
the way I had this totally verified later on while living in the next
house with these great marvelous folks; but that he would ice me, and
that no matter what happens or how I try to get vindication or
justice for my murder, I won't, and also, that the New York City
authorities won't ever ever put MY in jail no matyter what she might
do. This was after I said to her that I believe the two of you
planned that escape from the Seacaucus Rehab, and that my distant
cousin the donald also was in on it, “The Macy Bunch”. This is
when she said MC would come down to the house that evening, and kill
me in my sleep with her bare hands if I ever spoke like that again,
and that no one would ever put her in jail. I believe it all too. I
doubt that my own daughter would ever ice me, but it is well overdo,
and I'll admit it totally, for a real new juicy
O-JAY-TRIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May I pweeeeeeeze say 'WOW'.
If not, may I request a PASS to Shapiro, HTHS of Westmont, New
Jersey, USA-ESMWG?????????????????
Well,
I, unlike so many, and even salt water fishermen can be included in
this; am NOT a greedy person. This was one thing that the Jersey
casinos hated about me. This has all been told before and needs no
reiteration. Still, greed is probably just about the most dangerous
thing on the planet, but not the absolute most. That would be the new
age slow shift towards real honest to god sociopath uncaring
behavior. Ann can watch my 40 inch TV without a flinch of guilt for
what her family did to me. But Ann won't die in any lonely hearts
club. She has plenty of company, from jetty fishermen to Brat and
Roberts. We all know the song real well, even though it never made it
past the music sheets on my fucking keyboard stand, and the ©
Office.
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say,
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day,
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away.
Hay
psychic reader Sherry of Collingswood, New Jersey, United States,
from 1997, YO,
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER to KRASSLEVILLE,
so let
me tell my 'BLOGAUD' something about wonderful and awesome
KRASSLEVILLE
KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE
KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE
KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE KRASSLEVILLE.
Hay
Sherry; that nutcase you worked along with, had the spirit of Mister
Krassle in him, to use old world lingo. We in Morianity and
After-Morianity, use the term, the ESS was taking an interest and
involving themselves with this. Hay, naturally and why not, this
involves the programmer of this entire upline-game-simulation. I knew
him a couple of years before I met you right on the lake near Sally
Starr's place on Beach Street, shortly after lovely Princess Diana
woke up out of this dream. She told me to come and see you, and I
felt like I was back in the Quakertown Park or that other park
further up north when my parents drove to an isolated place with a
merry-go-round, and a few other playground equipment apparatus.
Fawces don't like me talking too much, and suddenly my nabes are
shouting loudly out in the 'common hallway', Lex Luther, Otis, and
Miss Tessmocker. Well, the elevators are down beyond this, so why not
think of the old 1978 movie, for crissake? He really wanted to kick
my ass, and you actually stopped him once from doing that, Sherry.
But if things don't stop getting worse for me and this persecution
doesn't back fucking off; then I will have to run to the local press
to show all the reasons why the club did shut down, right down to
shit that Wright Patterson AFB is not going to like one tiny whittle
bit. BACK OFF ME MOTHER FUCKERS!
Oh
great and powerful lighthouse queen (GAPLQ), I am real tired of you
locking me up all over the place. In public water company properties,
in lighthouses, in warehouses, and RAW. Still, that cool white sports
car you drove after my fatal heart attack, now that was wild. The
flowers, the A&R assholes I was supposed to give them to, the
Callio connections, and when you add it all up and then some, I could
really cry for poor King-Elv. I don't know if mister Patterson
Cheatley will ever tell me whether you put him or put me, through
more total hell. In any event, I suppose who really fucking cares,
you big lovely goddess? Since this hell started around me in 1986,
only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a
break. Things, Big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable
ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no
Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike,
so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as
early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey
season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock
market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the
missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever
rear its ugly head in all of recorded history. In any event, that
harassing illegal airplane is circling my building again, Federal
Aviation Administration. First at ten past fucking eleven and now
again at two past fucking one. Both times right around the Jane
Dirtball witchbitch whore time. Real fuckiGN dirt balls, if I do say
so me'self, maitees!!!!!!!!
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Audience |
Well,
I haven't told 5% of how this wonderful great family, and you have it
all wrong people, sorry to say and no offense, but it might begin
with the hard sound like the word consonant itself, but we are
talking the 'K' letter here. This is where the power of this family
from the stars really lays all hidden in and throughout numerous
super secret parts and factions of the Exploratronic Supermind
Society (ESS)! You know it as sure as you are breathing right now as
you read these words or hear them spoken off of a medium that does
this word document files. There never was or has been a president
like him, and even Mister Dan Quale knows it, and probably cries over
that humiliation that he had to endure on that pitiful late eighties
day. I can relate Danny old buddy, but my point is, we all know I am
telling you the truth. Just as we all know that most of my blogaud as
I call them, are not mere world travelers, but indeed, are hyperspace
travelers. Hay, I don't care if you eat strawberry ice cream or
banana and cherry whip, or rock road or RAW. But we all can agree on
some common ground. Show me another Pres-35, go ahead. Show me
another Mariah Carey for that matter. You can't. This unfortunately,
is why I am, sarcastically of course;
enjoying this wonderful great terrific and marvelous 60+ years so
very much, here on this great planet. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
“GONNA'
CRY BABY-DABY WINNY HICKS FLATLINERS, IF I TELL THE DETAILS OF THE
LAST WEEK OF SUPER SHIT THROWN AT ME?” PLEASE, NOT ON MY ACCOUNT!
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
I
have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother
chucking endured last week at the hands of the
OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
ALL
YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK RIGHT NEXT TO THOSE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS.
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Not
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say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. Fun is replaced with 'intense'.
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Gone
with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from
our future
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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. JEEEEEEEEEZ, sorry about
my bad ada Twinbay!
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
ALSO,
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
Oh
good Lordess and a quarter, William Leonard McKinnon. Let's both
fucking grow up and get the shit out of Peterpanville,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
was 83 and has dropped back to 81, but it feels like 86, at 1:27 this
Wednesday afternoon. Is this entire next part of trying to escape
Atlantic city all about Dawn King some may be wondering. The answer
would be, sigh of relief, NO, but some of it will be, in entirely new
updated light of course. Things change. People change. So we all need
to learn and grow, or adapt, even fucking Mountainpen. Thank you
Microsoft with that pretty light bulb of yours, yes, I have corrected
the double capital error, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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