GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 14
Ever
since that god dam PCP doctor stuck his finger up my asshole; it
hurts when I take a god dam shit. And they wonder why I don't want to
go through with that procedure where an entire fuckiGN small body-cam
is stuck all the way up into my god dam colon, crippling me for
fucking life, in a god dam fucking nation where you can't get
anything when you're in excruciating agony????? SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane; I am planning to run away to Canada, or
someplace far the hell out of this very fucking oppressive evil
empire; before they totally tear my little
pathetic fragile body into pieces!!!!!!!!!! I
NEED A LAWYER!!!!!!!!!!
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good old Christmas-Day. WEEEEEEEE!
Jeepers
Creepers Patty and Steve, tell Judge Judy that I have a question for
her, “What NEXT”????????????????????
Not
only does it hurt while shitting, big time, after he did this on that
day he gave me a very rough examination, but for almost a full 24
hours afterward, and then as soon as it feels OK again, kaput Mister
Quay, I need to fucking go all over again. I NEED A DAM
LAWYER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FCC,
my rights are being viciously violated, with one computer hack after
another these past days, weeks, months, years, decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They killed my mother fucking internet-Explorer. Let's see if I can
run it yet: OK, it is working again, following a nasty hack.
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SSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO;
can advanced dream-controller-travelers (ADCT) AKA (T3E) get into
more than just their own doubles of themselves in parallel worlds,
such as maybe electronic machines, other people around them, and any
other remotely possible things that can be imagined? The answer is an
unequivocal YES, and it is based on how advanced and good at what
they do, these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON travelers of
the ESS truly are. When I get my so many hacks, it is hackers
from right here in ordinary normal reality, or from this
nee-nee-nee-nee Ufology-T3E deal? Well;
sometimes it is one thing, and sometimes, it's the other. That
would be my most simple answer to anyone asking this question of
me. But how exactly DOES MIND in its realm, effect all of us? First
off, MIND is not ever making decisions. Individuals in all universes,
make the actual decisions of each instant of time. MIND can cause us
to THINK thoughts, yes, and thus, take us into places while we 'sleep
and dream', as a result. But while we live in our own universe, we
make decisions no matter what stimulus is surrounding us. This has
perhaps the small limit of being subject to levels of physical
torture to the point where we would do anything rather than feel
another second of the inconceivable excruciating agony being given to
us by a capturing tormentor, and this would be the only exception
other than for direct biological interference, someone tricking us
with powerful illusion, or feeding us chemical and or non chemical
hypno-therapy. Other than for any of these almost ridiculous
exceptions, we make the decisions, while in our own universes. When
asleep, we appear to be out of control, but really, the truth is just
the opposite. We DREAM or better said, we observe as if watching a
movie, the parallel us, who over there are awake in their worlds, and
they are in control. However, a T3E can learn how to begin the
'dreaming-experience' on level T1E level of merely being recessant
and observant. Only through the developed art of becoming extremely
aware of your dreaming self however, can you even start to practice
any type of control over your double. If your double happens to be
another traveler, he or she will become onto the situation however,
the minute that they feel themselves feeling, thinking, or doing
anything outside of their normal routine at all. The trick is even
when dealing with regular doubles who are not dream-travelers, to
very slowly begin to indoctrinate them into things that would very
from their otherwise norms, or else, they'll think they're going mad,
and may even throw themselves off a cliff or take poison, or eat a
gun, or whatever, you get the idea. Even if they don't resort to
measures that drastic, they will fight you, should and if they become
at all aware of the situation. Every blog will contain a little more
informative data on exploratronic oriented material, enough not to
bore anyone or place them into mental overload. Still, I'll insert
just enough to whet appetites and keep you wanting to know more. I
hope my old pal SEABOTTOM is still doing his thing, and I do
value his service, and yes, I know; and yes, I have great respect for
all of the systems in place, to protect the citizenry from senseless
violence. We never had to contend with this
kind of monstrous shit when I was a boy, a young adult, or well into
my life and middle years. For that, I'll
thank my lucky stars. I don't envy my grandchildren one bit,
or anyone their tender age who has to grow up in this horrible wicked
world of endless woe.
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
WELL
GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, I TOLD YOU!!!
Don't
ever believe a dam thing I say!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 13
HHHHHHHOOOOLY
HELL-WATER, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO; your retirement party is coming up
soon, and you need not concern yourself about inviting poor old
Mountainpen.
Your
big day is coming up too, other 'S. C.' initialed person, so
HO-HO-HO! MY BEST TO MERRY'S MOM!
DECEMBER
22, 2015,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-70).
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
I'm
back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!
AND MISTER MCDONALD SIR; with any and all great POKER-HANDS, “I'M
LOVIN' IT”!!!!!
WE
CAN PUT OR SHOUT, BUT ALL THIS IS GOING TO GET US IS LOTS OF DARK
SMELLY COAL IN OUR X-MAS STOCKING. HALLOWEEN 1974 WAS BAD ENOUGH FOR
YOU AND HALLOWEEN OF 1975 WAS BAD ENOUGH FOR ME, SO WHO NEEDS THAT
ADDED BASKET OF BAD KARMA?
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
Doe,
a queer, a Ventnor queer
Ray,
the weapons used by scum
Me,
a name when used two times
Let's
me know that I'm all done
Fa,
this follows doe-ray-me
So,
the cool thing said by Crane
La-La-La-La-La
Then
comes tea which brings us dough.
And
that is all without any help from two musical and playwright greats;
Mister Rogers and Mister Hammerstein. Still, sing it to their cool
song and get a laugh on mother fuckiGN me, YO!!!
Oh
now quit play-acting to be Joe clueless, as one Kim Wild is enough,
with all of our weird chords back in the days of all Sleepy punished
Hollows; speaking of all Crane's, huh ARTHUR SIR? You were with me in
hyperspace, sir. WOW what a fucking ass adventure; forget Mister
Cannon. This defies even the imagination of most type three
exploratron travelers.
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING
LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
So
why do I go on so about hyperspace towel seepage, hyperspace
knowledge curvature ratios, and dreams/exploratrons/Fascitar tools,
and along this line, some ask me? Well then I will answer you.
Because in the future, of all worlds that survive the
humanity-struggle of absolute power corrupting absolutely, and yes,
that too is in a major curving reality in the fifth dimensional
hyperspace; all of this is a major part of all of that, and it also
most definitely rears its very ugly dam head in the personal life, of
one mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, and has since the day that he popped
out of his Moomy-deaest's joy-box, on 4 December of 1954.You all know
that some of the dreams that we have collectively had, you, me, and
those who we know of or know personally; have come true, like my
Lottery-Pick and the magic-cat, back in 1980, and other things, yet
more times than not, these dreams never come to pass in waking life.
This happens because of precise movements between worlds that
directly result from what Morianity refers to as the effects from
transdimensional towel-seepage. If we don't know how to make things
happen, we cannot use the tool, and effect any kind of even small
reliable control over the hyperspace-situation, for lack of any
better way for me to describe this reality. In other words, let us
say that I need to get back to Jersey and begin my life, and the
forces of Mister Hall and his pal fictional Darth Vader relentlessly
hack my life and stop me at every turn and move that I make towards
that goal and objective; then if I as a member of the ESS need to
overcome this power (force), Mister Darth Hall Vader; I must be able
to go to a parallel universe that is extremely localized to the one
where my body is powering me to be awake in, watch the TV news and
get a lottery number, and then go back to my own body that is laying
in bed and asleep. I need to then awaken and remember the experience
where I took over one of my hyperspace doubles and dominated him to
get a number, and remember it clearly. When I wake up with that
memory, I need to take this seriously, and go over to the store, and
play it. If the universe visited and dream-controlled, was close
enough in localization to the one where the actual lottery play is
done, I would win the lottery. It isn't cheating to play a number
from a dream. Still, many dream lottery numbers, and some few have
won as a result, and so a lot of folks still do not get how
hyperspace really works. Why some times, and not other times, in
other words? Well, many times you only think you were controlling a
dream, or you know already that you were not, and were just the
recessant dreamer of the experience that your double was actually
living through in his waking world parallel in hyperspace. Unless you
know that it is a very close in parallel (extremely localized), there
is only a chance you may have a duplicated effect back in your waking
world where the lottery ticket is later purchased by you. When you
lose a loved one, your mind is in pain. You try to be wit that loved
one after death therefore, in parallel universes, hence we dream
about those who die, quite often, especially during the very intense
period that follows immediately after their death. Sometimes we move
onto very localized parallels, while other times, not so much. I
remember many of the times with my own mother. Sometimes the city of
Philadelphia was very similar, other times it had major differences,
but she is still my mother, or my mind would not have taken me into
that interaction at that universe. After a bad automobile accident,
you may find yourself exploring around parallels where you are having
that same accident only with various similar but not exact items,
that happened in your waking world accident. Sometimes you may
experience the accident that your double had in a parallel universe,
before you have your accident in the waking world, and you would see
that as ''dreaming the future''. Once hyperspace, dreaming, and
exploratron truths are known about and understood, all of life's
paranormal mysterious clear up, including the Ufological related
items as well.
As
for my note under the door, recently and ever since then, my nabes
around me, have been going in and out quite fuckiGN spuriously after
midnight, and until four in the dam morning; Sheriff Mascara. Just
so you know.
This
is causing the stock market to climb illegally, on my back as well,
kind Sheriff sir!!!!!
Well, now this has all been said, for now, YO!
Well
Molly Ringworm Scratches, and others;
there are many things that need
a bit more discussing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The coverup of the New Jersey Board of Education of what was done to
me that destroyed my life, in conjunction with child molester Tom
Reale, and how it was all plotted and planned quite meticulously in a
horrendous monstrous fuckiGN collusion of despicable evil devilish
people from hell, and how my mom knew a lot of this, and had me sent
away, not just to the private school where I met Mike McNulty, but a
whole bunch of other things all happened, between her, her coworker,
and yes, the great United States Military, or one of their
departments, known as the Merchant Marines. I had a card from them,
and had joined them as an ordinary seaman, and was all set to go to
sea and have a whole different life, and I have no memories at all of
how my dad and his pal Mister Einstein, and that dam fucking rotten
invisibility experiment, all acted in with all of this, but I know
that both my dad and I, had our entire paperwork changed around. One
day I woke up and was told that the president of the United States
did something, and that I was no longer in the service. They all know
what is happening, and they all know that PINK GODDESS RULES SUPREME,
and that SHE indeed is hovering out there all around our galaxy, and
whether SHE is with me or not with me, Mister HALL; something sure
the fuck is!!! Part of this has to do with a very strange girl named
Roseann Delaney from a home in Haddonfield, New Jersey, who would
visit and walk past me and try and talk to me, every evening at
exactly twilight evening as it was darkening and after the sun had
set, while I was out with my cat, Ziggy, at the apartment I lived at
in Westmont, New Jersey, 125-A Haddon Hills, on Pyle Avenue. Is it
only fitting now for me to say, “Well my-my-my”, or just “Hello
Vietnam and sergeant Carter”???????? In any event, mom's shipping
company coworker was instrumental in my going to get my Mariners Sea
Card, in the seventies, and this is a very complicated story, and is
why to this very day, I have strange hyperspace travels about being
near the Independence Mall in Philly, and all sorts of wild shit is
happening all around me. This went onto lead me to a house owned by
this coworker of my mom, who indirectly made sure that I learned
about the secret Astral-Plane travel tool, called, 'FASCITAR'!!!!!!!
It also led me to a house on a highway, years later in early 1984, a
full seven years in the future, where somehow, my life was BLUCRAN
altered, so that I never was a seaman. It has something to do with my
dying in the South American early eighties conflict, a traveler who
visited me at the river job with incredible UFO-TYPE powers like
Mister 1974 Beachman, and making sure that enough thickness of 5-D
STM exists in localized hyperspace, so that I would be around in
1995, to remember about SARAH KRASSLE, and to do Morianity. I know
this sounds like some super far out fucked up SYFY fiction story, and
something to maybe even make the creators of both Star Trek and Star
Wars totally fucking salivate over, but the trouble is people, it is
not fiction. This is god dam fuckiGN all totally real. I
will be saying some things about
my time in Florida
and how in my opinion, this BAD-25-TRIP,
was planned from decades ago, when I was here before at the tail end
of 1983, in Orlando, with my Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard
Solomon, from the RPL SOUND STUDIOS, of Camden, New Jersey!
Several mysterious things happened while I was staying at his Orlando
home for about three or four days. One is a memory fuck up, as I have
almost a perfect photographic memory of my entire life back to the
very day I came out of my mom's dam loins and saw the snow coming
down outside of the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania hospital window! Yet, I
do not have much clear recall to that trip, other than when I spoke
to three individuals. One was a strange man who 'popped up' at
Howard's little roadside restaurant. Another was a Publix Employee in
town, when Howard and I went shopping and I purchased a one pound bag
of plain M&M Candies. The third was an awesome gorgeous young
chick at an office, who fell for me like a ton of bricks, yet Howard
insisted she did not like me at all and that I had imagined it, and
told me with some decent amount of fervor. When I feel like telling
this, you will know more about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. But, as with heaven, this can all wait, to quote
most mortals. No one is ever one bit to anxious to go to heaven. I
never met a dam soul who was. They believe, but they are not in any
hurry to get to this dam awesome place. This reminds me of a lawyer
who was one of the clients of my RPL job while I was employed there
between late July of 1979 and middle March of 1981. He said and I
quote, “Pain is a window into hell. Suffering is the work of the
devil”. Why does this make me think of that, you wonder? In a very
brief and condensed way, just allow me to say this much for right
now, please. Faith in a Supreme Entity is sort of that window, only
we substitute hell with heaven. Life for the vast majority, here on
this Earth, entails a great deal of suffering. Only a hand picked few
on this planet have magical lives like Donald Trump. He knows it, and
we all know it. So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I
wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to
HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL” forever and ever and ever? Hey,
don't ask me, and I won't ask any of you for dam crissake. Another
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
When
I feel like telling this, you will know more about a connection to
the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north.
Don't
beat me up too badly, Katy and Adele.
Where
are you when I need you; Sir Clarence Harris?
END
TRANSMISSION.
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
Without
my god dam FIREFOX-BROWSER, the blogs look all fucked up and
stupid-ugly. Oh well, I can pay the Staples Guru and eat crackers and
warm tea for two to six fucking weeks, or I can eat better, and look
fucking dumber. STUPID-UGLY, a great way to express how a non-FF
browser, seems to interact with the Blogger software. OH
SHEEEEEEEEIT!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
- THE GREAT AWESOME 'TWB'; YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
Poolroy-95;
and the
mayor,
but not the Mayor
of France;
and poor
old screwed up Mountainpen;
we're all just so dam endlessly CLUELESS, along with maybe the kids
of America and that lovely teen queen Kim Wild. Holy Disney Punches.
The
reason my blog won't grow, is because I have only ESS-dream-travelers
reading it and maybe a few family-enemies and a couple Fort Pierce
locals from time to time as well. Until I can afford to get the guru
to help me as told before, this will keep growing at approximately
one fortieth of one million page-views annually, (25,000). IE, I am
just pissing into the wind as well as totally wasting my time. Only
by telling a group of ever growing ''real open minded listeners'' of
topics that this blog discusses on a regular basis, can I even have a
glimmer of hope of any life changes for me; as originally promised to
me, by co-worker Christopher Bennett, and local library consumer and
country music laptop computer down-loader, Edward (Himacane) Lynch.
Oh well, I suppose to survive, I will have to half starve. This sort
of reminds me of some mother fucking television commercials, about
overly expensive medical costs and drug prescription costs; where
people my age and older, are discussing the negative ramifications of
poverty, as it relates to their personally needing to choose between
buying food, or their very necessary medications. Oh well, my
wonderful lovely politicians up there on the Washington Hill, I guess
my only apropos words here would be, SAY-LEVY, in or out of great
FRANCE!!! And yes, I'm being totally ''dead-ass-serious about keeping
my dam mind out of their sewer pipes, both when my blogs all began in
2006, as well as up here a decade later, just a week or so away from
god dam twenty-sixteen. Funny too, folks; I will be age 61,
for just over eleven of the twelve months of the year 2016,
as in the 16 and 61 inverts again, with or without great pink goddess
star-dates, baseball team victories with Harry Callas, and great
musical artists and their numbers and their birth-dates. You know
folks, and not just those up there in the © Office; if you can buy
into all of that perfect symbolic connectiveness not being some
stupid random happenstance series of events, then as I said and now
will reiterate; without seeing your brains on an operating table,
this permits me to know and realize, that you're all totally dam
lobotomized! It isn't just being 61 in 2016, but I was also 14 in 69
and 41 in 96, that's nineteen-sixty-nine, and nineteen-ninety-six,
great folks and ESS-Travelers, and whoever?
So
as for hyperspace awareness curving ratios from any given fixed point
universe, in relationship to the others surrounding them; one must
first realize that localized hyperspace can be examined as the very
first number category as per the previously explained system used by
World Labs late in the twenty-two hundreds, this being, 1-001. This
one seemingly tiny little digitation, is all that ever gets examined.
Even one percent of this extremely localized hyperspace, can seem
quite distant on its outer fringes towards that full one percent of
of the first potential one three thousandths of all of the entire
fifth dimensional multiverse system. Taking things to
0.000000000000000000000000000001232321% of that area, barely alters
the probability of more than a few millions of atoms being arranged
in slightly different order, in the full expansion universes. In
easier words and terms, the odds that maybe a couple of pieces of
dust on one piece of furniture on each country on planet Earth
somewhere, may be one inch from where they would be on that same
piece of furniture, on a neighboring parallel multiversal reality, or
NPMR. Measuring NPMR, takes somewhat of a large technology, as well
as something that would make today's best cubit computer technology
seem as antiquated by comparison, as those old bead manual adding
machines from China, that led to the very concepts and ideas of
creating better calculators and adding machines,and eventually the
most mickey mouse computers imaginable, in the basements, and secret
workshops, of Mister Jobs and Mister
Wozniak.
If
you like being brought back down to Earth for a while now, great
people; you can click onto that great COMCAST web-site. Here is one
quick tiny part of it. I love their cool site, and you will too, most
likely!
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OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY; MOM!
WHAT
NEXT, HONORABLE JUDY S???
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
Mister Michael McNulty, from 1971 Church Farm School, of Exton,
Pennsylvania, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!
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FOLKS, I JUST LOVE THE GREAT COMCAST AND XFINITY. I REMEMBER STARING
AT MY FOUR DAM WALLS WHEN I FIRST BEGANLIVING UP ON 26TH AND AVENUE
E, IN THE END OF TH ESPRING TIME IN THE YEAR 2010, LIVING IN APRIL
LEE'S PLACE, AND THAT WILD WEIRD STEP-DAD OF HERS, AND THAT BEYOND
WEIRD NUTCASE, WENDY. NOW THOSE WERE SOME TIMES. NO TV, NO RADIO, NO
NOTHING, JUST FOUR WALLS, A FURNACE HOT HOME, AND A HORRIBLE JOB AT
HARVEST OUTREACH, WHERE I WAS VICIMIZED SEXUALLY, AS IF I WAS BAQCK
LIVING WITH TOM FUCKING REALE AGAIN IN LATE JUNE AND INTO JULY, BACK
IN 1970. IT IS ALL ACCESSABLE ON MY BLOGS, BUT YOU NEED TO ARCHIVE
THE OLDER ONES AS SHOWN BELOW, AS AFTER LATE IN 2011, THEY HACKED ME
OUT, AND I HAD TO BEGIN THIS FINAL NEW SIXTH BLOG.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
How
many secrets about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods
I did not know, right down to why I went through that hell and lost
everything that I had worked hard to get in my miserable life? How
many secrets about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods
I did not know, right down to why I had to be in this horrible heat
of endless sunshine Florida? Yes, thank you for saving my life,
COMCAST, you got me through some really mother fuckiGN rough patches!
I really do appreciate it. And tell Nick; no more trips, and
'pull-ins' for me, YO! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
General
Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice for
the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including
intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as
much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he
slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called,
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny
papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and
multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL
OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP''
that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New
Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July,
back in 1970.
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
HELLO
BEAUTIFUL KATHARINE!
WHERE
IS MY AUNT RUTH HUNTINGTON GOTTWALD???
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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Most
readers will probably remember the way that the opening
paragraph paste-in went, on the previous book of Milituforce blog
audience folks, along with those two persons
responsible directly, for this blog being created in the first place,
as well as continuing past its opening year of 2006, to now.
Was
the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe,
or
did his advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to me
at the great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in early
November of 1985?
Julia
White
has
told me many times that this is true,
only you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I had
parted ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still
renting the home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother of
a New Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting, almost two
years if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18 months, but it
was not quite a ways after I had moved into the Highview Apartments
of Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented home that Misses Meeker
was going to sell and I could not buy it at the time, so my mom and I
left and moved into the Highview place, and this was our second stay
at this place. I had started my book, The Permission Barrier, while
still at the Meeker home, and completed it at the Highview
Apartments, in 1994. I sent it down to the Copyright Office on
Halloween Day of 1994, as some of you already know all about this
entire mess. In my book, a character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was
put into the book. Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in
Washington, DC, knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But
Dave was still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after
we were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells her
name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was altered
to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly White
Krassle. Her City-Name in the HOLY CITY or capitol city of Sahasra
Dal Kanwal, is JEWELLY-Natalazatahh, and various astral-plank
translations to waking English Language world suffix-names that
follow any name of JEWELLY, exist. Actually Julia White told me,
millions of years ago, that there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to the city-name of JEWELLY. This name is registered in the great
Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as
names written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the same
with this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome KANWAL-PALACE. Now
in this book, I will bring some of these topics along quite a bit
further, so you can all be the judge of the Copper-Kessle fudge so to
speak, or maybe better and plainer said, so you can be my judge, but
more adequately and honestly, for me and my favor, for a dam change;
kind people.
In
this book, before and if it closes out ever; my current audience of
just whoever you all are and have been, will be added to a new one.
This will happen as soon as I can afford to pay the necessary people
to assist me with a managed and hosted website, that I will call
Morianity-Foundation-2, or if the old
one is still available for me to take it back over, then I will, so
there won't be a number two at the end. I will pay by allowing the
host to place ads just as they did on my other non-public site as
shown above in red colored font, and most likely, still pay a nominal
fee on top of that, probably if hosted, more than the just under
$4.00 per month that it cost me before, but even if tripled, along
with all the ads they wish to place on it, I can afford up to this
amount, and by the gods, I will have this site, with all my links to
those public ones such as BLOGGER and WORDPRESS, as long as they
allow my blogs, which I do not think will be all that much longer, in
this rapidly altering new age, where people like me, not loved by
these owners of our American society because we don't just accept
without griping and belly-aching, all the shit that they feel is just
fine to do to us day and night, you know; remove our dam ass
freedoms, steal our fucking music by changing one note, paying off
officials everywhere from the Senate and the House, to the dam
Copyright Office, and on and On you all know that I can keep spouting
off lists. As I said, THIS is exactly why, I feel that my fucking
public blogging days are very numbered now, as both ISIS grows, and
folks like me are perceived as enemies of the land; and our rights
rapidly fuckiGN removed without trials or anything. Funny too, my dad
predicted as if he already knew and saw all of this go down; and way
mother fuckign back in early 1974, nearly forty-two fuckign years
ago. He as many of you know, was a BATTLESHIP-ELDRIDGE EXPERIMENT
SURVIVOER, and the legends tell us that this ship went out of normal
space and out of normal time, so please don't accept this blog's word
for any of this, before you form your own conclusions and opinions
regarding it all. First, GOOGLE IT ALL UP
for yourselves, under PHILADELPHIA
EXPERIMENT, and other similar such items, as you search
out the topic for yourselves. One thing those who have power over us
know, at least until eventual fucking martial law will come and
destroy America for all of us, and that is , even my nasty sounding
threats against my enemies, never ever will be carried out in ILLEGAL
WAYS. They may however wish that those other ways were what I chose,
after I do exact my revenge soon, as my way leaves zero traces in any
legal judicial court system for any possible prosecution, as
electronic metaphysics is legal, and even when freedom of speech is
removed sooner or later, I can make adjustments so that none of my
words could possibly imply any form of threats that could lead to my
punishment. Now with full on martial law, they can just come and take
you and kill you and torture you, but long before then, I promise you
all one mother fuckiGN thing. One way or the other, I'LL BE OFF THIS
GOD DAM FUCKING PLANET!
My
mother fuckiGN dirt bag enemies think that I need thousands of
dollars for expensive electronic equipment. As that great wonderful
hair shampoo commercial would say, or that gorgeous babe in it, back
in 1980,
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
Cheapo
junk works just as well, as hyperspace and messing with it, isn't one
bit prejudiced against lousy sound quality and other low-budget
related absurdities. Sorry to burst your safe-bubble, you bastard
fuckiGN rotten super wealthies out there. And I do promise you, as I
have all along, “Before you get to me, I'll get to you”!
GUESSING
THE NAMES OR THE (IDENTITIES) OF THE VISITING TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
(GUESTS) may sound a bit 'weedikalass',
Mister Elmer Fwudd, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
I promise you this, WOMO, MO, and all others
concerned. So many things would sound absolutely mother
fuckiGN absurd, impossible, and totally ridiculous, just 100, 200,
300 years ago, and believe me people; those amounts of time are an
eyelash fucking blink, to the great mountains, and the stars of the
sky, and yes; if you were to just go back into time, one or two or
three lousy little centuries; and begin speaking to those folks
around you, about all of the incredible things that exist in our
time, and in our society; from jet airplanes, to moon landings, to
global communications and satellites, and internet and social media,
and electricity, and electric lights, and machines, and recording
live sounds and images and retrieving them at will; and
I could go on for an hour and won't, but
if you did that; they would fuckiGN
hang you as a dam witch, and no
one would believe a dam fuckiGN word that you said!!!
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Well,
perhaps my mom and Carla-Jay-jay, out in
the great city of SDK,
are finally all finished, taking lamps and other furnishings, up to
what here in my waking world, is called, the Atlantic
Palace,
and fittingly named, up in Atlantic City; as it is indeed HER, or the
Atlantic's
palace,
as well as HER
CITY
as well on the waking worlds of hyperspace. Do I believe that outside
our Milky Way Galaxy, there really is this FORCE, that I call PIN
GODDESS? You can bet your dam British Petroleum that I do, great kind
folks! The same indwelt by T3E's that were inside and controlling the
Roddenberry Star Trek crew, all know these truths, and my proofs to
all these seemingly beyond bizarre and wild claims, is the wormhole
at the very center of our MWG (Milky Way Galaxy). Back in these days
and times of these original sixties STAR TREK TV SHOWS, they
would have no humanly possible way of knowing about the
center-galactic wormhole.
But
those fictional Vulcan resident mystics all knew of it, in the show,
and now if you're all dumb enough to buy into that 1312.4 Star-date
episode, 'WNMHGB' for initialed-title, then so be it; but
I do not!
Interesting star-date too; and we don't need to touch on anything
here, Mister Munster, and mister Callas! Hey, look at it all this
way, people, YO, to quote one of these two, “I'm
oudda here”,
and to quote the other of these two, “I'll
keep my whittle mouth shut”.
Well, for now, but still, Detective Lenny Briscoe, sir! Raymundo
Restaurant visitors and all, and many a bumpy road with both
supernatural and natural dice rolls. Who the Christmas trees out here
remembers that African-American lady who came to Cifaloglio forcing
me to do all kinds of paperwork and tests, shortly before the
Snyder-Takeover of my once nice small security guard outfit called
Initial Security, up in Pleasantville Katyqueen, New Jersey?
Dave
Roth put me onto the reality, that I am not allowed to anything with
music;
and this not being allowed, is a real
BRICK-WALL and a real HALLS FORCE,
and with his wild 1980 and 1990 accent, a real HALLS
FAWCE!
Being in with these forces can be a wonderful experience, and not be
one bit SYFY, with all the half billion dollar famous price tags
involved, from morning lights, to symbolism, to fixed powers that
make little people like me whom they target for death and
destruction, sometimes slowly over a tortured fucking lifetime,
something that goes beyond any way of expressing this in words, as
there just are no god dam words. But concentrically folks, having
these HALLS FAWCES wiping you out on a consistent continual
unrelenting basis, THAT is an entirely other fucking ballgame; ladies
and gentlemen. THAT is my story, and has been since I was physically
born as the human-me. I did not begin on that date and time, only
Mark Wayne Mohr did, and I can promise you, I am not Mark Wayne
Mountainpen Mohr. You would not believe a thing I would and could
tell, so why dam bother? I know it is all true, and so does dam ass
GOD!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2015
I
AM GETTING A LOT OF FREEZES AND CRASHES THAT ALMOST HAPPEN, FCC, BOB
MCDOWELL, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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