ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, DD

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION DD

9:31 AM, Sunday, June 16, 2019

FATHERS DAY, SOSO-WEIN?

I AM UNDER MAJOR DEATH SIEGE, BUT WHAT ELSE IS MOTHER FUCKING NEW AROUND MY NIGHTMARE HELL; SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, DPA-ESMWG??????????? Another thing I am totally sick and tired of is this constant mother fucking cum-puke-her updating bullshit, and notices telling me that they will be discontinued, and all sorts of shit. I am getting loud sounds outside of my window, as some landscaper picks a mother fucking cunt eating Sunday to cut weeds, and the assault began at shortly after half past seven with the electrical power going out for a second, waking me up, since I run loud box fans and this suddenly makes them stop, plus my brick makes a loud beep also, and poof,there goes the rest of my mother fucking morning sleep. Then my mother fucking phone system cut out, and mind you, this is not the same system as the electric, as that service is provided by the Fort Pierce Utilities, while it is Comcast who provides me with phone, TV, and internet. Now the doors are starting up at 9:40, and this is obviously going to be a real mother fucking nasty-ass horrendous FATHERS DAY ATTACK, as so many of them are for me, and why is anyone's guess, although it seems that for a dozen years now,much including the ho-ho-ho Christmas attacks and helliday-holiday assaults on me in general are all more logically explainable,that is if there is anything whatsoever about the DEMONIC FORCES (MILITUFORCE) that has any real rational logic behind it. And folks, THIS is going to be the main topic of the DD section of my ETERNAL JOURNAL, from good old songwriter MARK MUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW lovely Oprah; this is most definitely gonna' be a REAL MOTHER FUCKING SUPER OFF THE CHARTS BOTBAR DAY FOR THE GODDAMN MOUNTAINPEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Jayjay Evans, what can I say? Life totally sucks bigger pricks than KW's. That is about all that I can say. Whoooaaaaa, I hate this horrible bullshit more than I can say, all oldie but goodie tunes notwithstanding, yo!!!

AS OF THE FIRST WEEK IN THE JUNE MONTH

I THINK NEXT YEAR, I NEED TO TELL THE REAL TRUTHS TO THE UNITED STATES CENSUS PEOPLE, SINCE THIS SHIT WON'T STOP!!!!

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MY RED ALERT FLAG IS FLYING ABOUT AS HIGH AS ANY MOTHER FUCKING UFO EVER DID, AND THAT YO, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enlightenment and transcendence is sort of the same thing, when it comes to a human being's perceptual abilities, to realize who they really are, and what everything else truly is that appears to be surrounding them. Now what I call the MILITUFORCE, the Bible would most likely describe as the DEMONIC FORCES OF DARKNESS. What is truly in a name, Mizz Rose Shakespeare? The great and late Mizz Karen Carpenter told the world how rainy days and Monday's always seemed to get her down. Mountainpen does not mind either of them on the other hand. What gets him down, just on the off remote chance that Cuzz Don, or any other total whack job son of a cunt lapping bitch, could care in the slightest way; is continual never ending persecution and harassment.

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Demonic forces are a very relative concept, and depending on who you would ask, this can range from the delusions of the whack job overly religious who take biblical stuff literally and believe that the god of the bible is basically either dead or never was real in any true sense to begin with, to people like me who absolutely mother fucking know one-hundred percent plus, that this is all real and true, and that shit today is just as active as it ever was back in times when this shit was all originally told and penned. But built further into this range of varying personal ideas and concepts is the theory of the greener grass on the opposite side, only taken to absurd levels. The Republicans think the Democrats are of the devil and DEMONIC. The Democrats think likewise of the Republicans. But all of this not withstanding here, I never would have believed it possible when growing up as a boy from New Jersey, that an entire group of so called Christian people, would consider someone who does not buy into DEMONIC TRUMP and his plans to take over our once wonderful country and rule and control and become the KING, such as me and many others too now, PTL; as DEMONIC PEOPLE. Yea we're real demonic., We care about the poverty conditions of the frail helpless majority while you all want to bless and love successful billionaire bastard trash who only wish to make slaves of us all. We are so horrible and demonic, we rotten democrats, like wow. We are all so rotten to the core and terrible, as we care about making sure these horrible mother fucking pricks don't rip us off, not only in material things, but even in life itself. I learned from the wonderful Senator Bernie Sanders just last night on the BOOK-TV Channel, that approximately 15 years less life is available to the poverty stricken downtrodden folks, because we are too poor to get proper medical care, and the most important part of that care, being preventative shit so we don't get all fucked up to begin with. Yes sir, we rotten non-pubs, we care about social justice, and of course its evil flip side as well, social injustice, huh lovely Disco queen Donna Summer? This country has some weird concepts and ideas, huh Washington sell out PUBS? Our constitution and our Declaration of Independence that my 7^th great grandpop signed back in the sevebnteen-hundreds, it says, “We the wealthy and we the billionaires of the future, oh yeah, sure it mother fucking does, oh wait a minute, no it don't!!!!!!!!!!! It says WE THE GODDAMN FUCKING PEOPLE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, the ordinary mother fucking people, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then there is the bullshit about just who really is the mother fucking evil MILITUFORCE. Well, it is the biblical DEMONIC FORCES OF DARKNESS, who hate the truth, who despise anyone ever learning powerful truths, such as the UFO-Phenomenon. Don't get me started, because I would say shit that would most definitely cross me over all of the dangerous RED LINES that I know would lead to my doom and demise for sure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never thought that I would live to see the total end of AMERICA, the way that it was originally meant to be, a place for the average and ordinary people to live, prosper, and have a chance to use and express their goddess-given talents. No sir, that country has been long taken over and bombed out of existence by powerful FAWCES that are way too dangerous to be stopped, or so it seems. Talk about a total quintessential threat to the national security!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOLKS, I WILL BE TELLING YOU SHIT THAT WILL TOTALLY BLOW YOUR MINDS!!!!!!!!!!

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Hey Jayjay Evans, what can I say? Life totally sucks bigger pricks than KW's. That is about all that I can say. Whoooaaaaa, I hate this horrible bullshit more than I can say, all oldie but goodie tunes notwithstanding, yo!!!

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-CC

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SATURDAY AFTERNOON, 15 JUNE, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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Patterns cannot be ignored. Recently, as soon as one of these mother fucking asshole annoying nabes, either in unit 605 or unit 707, begins making loud and intentionally harassing noise against me, so does the other one. Just past noon, my upstairs mother fucking pricks in 707 started throwing furniture all around again, Sheriff sir. Then a few minutes later, that fat slob ILLEGAL GUEST of the lady in 605 began slamming the door incredibly fucking hard. I knew I would be eating dogshit before this happened, because ninety minutes earlier, give or take, the MILITUFORCE shot me with a MAJOR FUCKING DEATH BEAM ASSAULT, totally fucking up my goddamn heart rhythm, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, what a totally mother fucking screwed up world we live in. I know you agree with me, Sir 99-Bombs-PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh what to do with it all, Mister Mike McNulty, kind sir from autumn of 1971; YO BRRRRRR! Hey PH, YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Me' buckin' ears are under me buckin' hat, Mister DLS of the mighty and quite illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY HH HALLucinogenic HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes another mother fucking DEATH ANGEL ATTACK ON MY RIGHT SIDE, AT 4 MINUTES SHY OF FUCKING CUNT TWO OF THE DAMN ASS CLOCK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LINKS TO MY ORIGINAL 2006 BLOGS:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you. However, the actual random selection of roulette numbers on the six outside bets, being RED-BLACK-ODD-EVEN-LOW-HIGH, followed by a spin of a wheel, is for the most part unaffected, and if a player has been in a certain percentage over a recent time period and play period outcome amounts, that percentage DOES NOT ALTER. Quantum Dynamics is a misunderstood discipline, even by most advanced mathematicians. Before I go on with this, it is now 2:08, Melanie Psychic, and I am getting a super mother fucking major right side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK AGAIN, SHERIFF, YO!!!! The topic is Quantum reality, so allow me to get back now on pernt, Archibald Queens Bunker 'sivo-play', Mizz Antoinette Rabil of 1972 Cooley Hall. The scientific community agrees to never make things personal, or said better still, to never ever experiment on yourself, or make any research personal. Until that myth is debunked, quantum reality will go on being an extremely misunderstood truth on this mother fucking EARTH-PLANET, me' BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity has talked about the whole nasty mess of the ASTRAL-PLANE, the gods, their games, the reasons for them, why we are all here on the Earth, what are ultimate destinies are, the forces and government system of this spiritual plane of existence known by only a handful of folks here and now as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the evil BRIGGBASE, and all of the rest of the endless PURGATORY that we all truly exist in. It is so horrible that it becomes obvious to the mnost retarded mother fucking soul real goddamn quickly, that THIS IS WHY this MILITUFORCE is covering all of it up, and that includes the Ancient Astronaut Theorists' UFO world, which is nothing more than Astral Plane coins and coils that can tape shapes and even human forms, naturally emit brilliant light because they're so mother fucking stock full of energy, and all the rest of it. I have talked about the MIND CONTROL, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, transdimensional hyperspace, and on and on and on and on, yada yada yada, and blee blah blum, and yes, SWIS-GOOGLE, and all other coming true predictions, ranging from good old Mister P-45, to you name it, yo!!!! If people choose to all play the same game that world governing powers all do (the Milituforce), then there isn't a mother fucking blasted thing that I can do about it. One thing I will remind the world of is the visit from the POPE, while I was living with Ann and Dawn King at Judge Raso's magical house of windy doors and elusive daughters! The fucking Vatican knows only too well that Mountainpen, Morianity, and all of the UFO shit also, is all real and true. Still, nobody really understands the great enormous Purgatory and the countless entities that exist in this timeless truth (reality). Super electrons are quite magical, as are regular ones and antimatter world ones for that matter. Anyone who doubts that information can be sent backward through time using positronic mental manipulation coupled by powerfully dangerous heightened human emotions, is a FOOL, and I will be punished for saying that, by the Millionth-Council, so says the LORD JESUS CHRIST. I am not supposed to call my human brothers, fools. It is right there in the Bible for anyone to read, and warns of dangers and judgments passed to me, from this great MC, and their powerful manipulative tools such as MC (Mind-Control), and of course, many many many many more as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW do those 34 digits keep mathematics anything BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTTTTTT IMPERSONAL, MISTER SMITH, YO YO YO YO!

If this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50 contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and went to fuckiGN HELL, a very long fuckiGN cunt ass time ago; you rotten old stinky world!!!!!!!!!!!! They laugh and mock me now, but they won't in the future after I am gone. Of course, it will be too late, with all of your gold fate, Mister Ernie Merker of RPL Sound Studios. Shorty MacInvondi hated me, well, another me in another parallel world. He got me to use my RS1500US to bring him here, and then my own flesh and blood, wanted that machine, and managed to get it. Now if this was just Josie Littlewall, from up the road, and working for Butler and Mayor Insurance Company, for a meager salary of $29,000 annually; that would be one thing. You all know who my damn fucking daughter is, no matter what Google, and Planet Earth think. Now why would she want the dog that Dawn had, and my tape recorder; if there is nothing to all of this; CUZZ?!!!!!!!! Some summer of love, Mister P. Robertson Bitethroat, of Hurricane Talkers. Well, I am guilty of being a Himacane talker, so don't let me open up my big ass fucking fat worthless loser trap! JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, PLEASE!!!

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Monday and Thursday of this week have been VERY BAD, while Tuesday and Wednesday backed off of me a little bit; Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, of Saint Lucie County, here in Florida, USA, ES-MWG.

I will give today's fucking shit and work my way backward to going to sleep Sunday night into Monday. I already knew shit would be bad on Monday after getting a fire alarm around quarter past two in the mother fucking morning, but we'll come back to this fucking bullshit. Today at six this cunt eating dam ass morning, my dirt bag ILLEGALS across from me, AKA JAMES & HIS ROACH-CREW or the 'JRC', slammed in and out. Even with the new hurricane-doors can be slammed, but they are supposed to close by themselves, and eventually; this can damage the property. This is the one thing that can indeed lead to an eviction at Public Housing. However, if you are in tight with those who own it, as are these mother fucking dirt hole roach lifers; even that won't get them out. They would have to do something illegal and very big to me, that I catch them red handed at, such as property damage; and then go to the police, and file criminal charges. Before I would win in the end, I'd be found shanked underneath a bridge, decaying into maggots and centipede worms, with Geico Insurance salesmen, eating away as well, as this Florida fucking shithole is literally over run with these miserable stinking fucking worthless lizards. A blow torch should be taken to all of them, in my rotten fucking opinion. But none of that helps me, after these pricks murder me. After-all, I am sure there is a connection here with Shorty MacInvondi, who you all know under another 'Paula-King-somnambulism' type of identity. Yes, for several days they have been back and more active, and for several days, no matter how hard I try to get rid of roaches with Combat Motel's and expensive poison tablets, WHEN THESE PRICKS ARE HERE, SO ARE THE MOTHER FUCKING ROACHES, YO!!! The one thing that is a bigger truer constant than even the fucking cunt speed of light itself, is the ever present curse and forces that are against the poor Mountainpen. This never goes away, and it has been on me like pigs on fucking shit since I was born. It is very current as well, and I am not living in the past nor am I stuck in some weird fucking cunt eating time loop. Today is the same as yesterday, last year, last decade, last century, all the way back to when I was just a little mother fucking lad. For the past week, I have not felt too good. I am doubling my vitamin dosage this week, until I hopefully spring back a little bit. Yesterday I paid my rent, and mailed my bill into Comcast for my TV service. I also picked up some medications at my local town pharmacy, and bought some Ivory bar soap, as well as a large liquid antibacterial soap refill bottle. I filled all my tires with air, for a dollar of quarters, at the place I buy gasoline at, most of the time. It is the first time I ever saw the regular type of gas that I buy underneath two dollars since I arrived here in Florida. It was a tenth of a penny under, or as the pump says 1.99, but people do not realize they are being played, every time they shop, with intentional deceptive advertising techniques. It really is 1.999, or in other words, say you are paying 1.95, it really is 1.95 and nine tenths of a cent; so always round it up a penny, whatever you see. If it says 2.05, it is 2.06, and if it says it is 1.92, it is 1.93. It is no different at a K-Mart and a Walmart or anywhere we shop. Nothing is ever 15 dollars. It is either 14.95, or 14.99 for the very most part, and your mind just sees that it is only 14 dollars, when it is 15, except for a lousy rotten penny or nickel. Oh well, shy sit here complaining when at least it is 1.999 and not 5.999. I am starting to understand how that girl from egg Harbor Township, up in Jersey, who is the spitting image of the great Beyonce Knowles, tells me, “Mark for crissake, say something positive once a century, willya”? By golly she's dam right!

The attack Monday was on my phone. Somehow they seemed to just know, the way we all get those 'knowings', that I wanted to talk about an important issue with my health insurance people, Welcare. The phone would not allow me to dial through. After I would key in the number, it was just dead space, nothing. Even the great AT&T, my phone carrier service, said something is wrong, but unlike the great olden times before social garbage media and internet, they would automatically place a repair work order on the number, and they don't do that any more. And these are better days, people. Right, sure they are. We all have to look over our shoulder now while outside, so we don't become the newest news-statistic. WOW, what is wrong with you, America? Then all sorts of shit happened on the phone, crazy space sounds when I tried to call another number, and I could go on and on, but it's typical, or as some may say on great Hollywood movies, such as one that springs to my mind, “The 7^th Sign”, “It's typical bullshit”. Well, you all know I already knew, just as I said. We indeed did move into this 15-YEAR and WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, now what? I doubt too many want to know what I have seen in very localized hyperspace. Some things may appear to improve in some pretty nice ways. But always remember the greatest wisdom of the entire bible, next to accepting that Christ died for our sins! That is that we need to be aware as well as extremely wary, of wolves that are wearing sheep's clothing. This takes me to something that Lightning told me back late into the nineties, over and over, and I may have shared this info on earlier blogs, and I may not, as my great memory ain't always 100% accurate, thank the gods. She said that something beyond fucking huge would happen to me shortly, that I couldn't possibly guess it if I had a zillion years to try, and that as huge as it is, it won't make my life better for its occurrence. This is a paraphrase, and lightning doesn't curse and swear like I do. But, WOW, she was right, huh? Well, so was Jim Burr, if you insist on getting hyper fucking technical about it all. I can hear him decades after last seeing him, “Mark, it's got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!!!!!

I went over to my local Publix Grocery Store this morning for a few items, and then came home, and shortly thereafter, shit all began, but while outside, a huge and very thick chemtrail was in the sky, and I know that this poisoned me and caused my mother fucking heart to do a CHINA-STAR, oh wonderful fucking Mister Michael Crichton, and wonderful Walt Disney, and wonderful Divided Parties of America formerly known as USA, © Office of the late nineteen-eighties. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Wonderful Oprah Winfrey times 15, or (WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW)!!!!!!!!

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Hey Jayjay, what can I say, it seems America loves me after all, and even my Canadian friends deserted me. NGADS asked me recently not to discuss his mission here, and that this is why things went beyond nuts for me in this PH Building (not this Patty-57) building mind you, and told me to let the world know that I am incorrect about him being the intelligence agent known as AdeepS. It seems I caused a little trouble in the CIA, and so I am apologizing for that. In any case, who knows, maybe then he is one of the big butter cheeses of the mighty Tellosion Exploratronic Supermind Society. Yessir/mahm, I thought maybe since my First Cuzz Mizz Sandra Mason married the Canadian Citizen Mister Timothy Letterman, that this might have come to light and some offspring family up there in those great lovely north lands, were reading the Mountainpen. Oh well, to quote the illustrious Mizz ann King Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the great washcloth family of Dogtown. Let me now go and wash my hands of this mess, Mister ultimate fighter David of Smithtown, New York, and Mister Highness Emperor Assistant Pontious Pilate. Not all things can be washed away, perhaps not even with the great blood of my sixty-first great grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter of Nazareth. OH BOY, huh Annihilating ANN??????? Yes, because I loved Diana, She said that She would spare the world, for a while anyway. Oh Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, how I love you my endless all powerful TEEN-QUEEN!!!!

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-BB

12:25 ANTE' MERIDIAN

THURSDAY MORNING

13 JUNE, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, my enemy neighbors in UNIT #605, and UNIT #707, who are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME WITH NOISE and BRINGING ME ENDLESS COLONIES OF COCKROACHES, as well as ALL PERSONS BEHIND MY UTILITY HARASSMENT, HEALTH ASSAULTS, AND OTHER DEATH SIEGE PERSECTUTIONS, AND THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME BACK TO BACK, ON 15 AND 16 JUNE OF 2019. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

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GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

To access texts from 2006-2011, use links:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I FELL UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN THERMONUCLEAR TRIAD NABE ATTACK YESTERDAY, WEDNESDAY! FIRST, IT WAS FROM UNIT #605 NEXT DOOR TO ME WITH LOUD AND EVIL SICKO SLAMMING DOORS, THAT BEGAN AROUND A QUARTER PAST NINE IN THE MORNING, & THEN AT A QUARTER PAST FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON, A MAJOR TWO HOUR MONSTER ASS ASSAULT ON ME WAS DONE BY MY DISEASED PUKE EATING NABES ABOVE ME IN UNIT #707, TWO SOLID FUCKING HOURS OF STOMPING AND HAMMERING RIGHT OVER MY HEAD, FOR ABSOLUTELY NO LOGICAL REASON WHATSOEVER. I NEVER EVER HAD IT THIS BAD IN MY EIGHT PLUS FUCKING YEARS NOW LIVING AT THIS NIGHTMARE ADDRESS HERE, AT FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA'S PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY BUILDING, CALLED THE PARK TERRACE, ON AVENUE B AT NUMBER 601, AS IN 601 CITIZENS BAND RADIO HANDLER AND RECORD PROMOTER FROM THE EARLY EIGHTIES, MISTER LENNY MCKINNON! It is because of this horrendous monstrous death siege, that I now tell all that I am going to tell on this mother fucking blog, sir SHERIFF, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO

So let's get down to mother fucking cases, and leave no holds barred, and no punches pulled. This will now take us into the realm of opening up some really wild areas of the REAL LIFE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may call this my quintessential counterstrike for making yesterday an off the fucking scale nightmare SUPER BOTBAR ASSAULT DAY with unfathomable ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First off, Jim Burr and Patricia Hollister were the two tools and instruments used by HALLS FAWCES as well as the MILITUFORCE, to carry out this outlandish shit on me for more than four decades now, but others were also involved such as Zvonko the mysterious inventor friend of Jim Burr, as well as the Atlantic City beach alchemist friend of Patty H. I do not claim that any of these four 'people' or whatever they may truly be in my waking world physical dimension, are the only players, 'BUTTERCHEESE', BUTT, THEY ARE INDEED THE KEY PLAYERS, BRAND NEW ONCE, AND NOW QUITE OLD. Beginning with one of these four, the lovely Patty H, who had the physical strength of a goddamn fully grown bull on steroids, lifting four-hundred pound couches single handed, taking them from my apartment at Dellway Arms in Oaklyn, New Jersey, out to Santa Claus's moving truck, when not being otherwise engaged far up north even beyond lovely Canada, in the service of children everywhere; Alligator Haters Anonymous-Alligator Haters Anonymous-Alligator Haters Anonymous- Alligator Haters Anonymous, or (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA), I plan to tell some very interesting things that I am starting to remember better after blocking so much for so long, huh Mister David Leigh All Hallows Eve School Projects Smith, from the illustrious and powerful non-OZ COOLVOICEARL COOLEY HALLucinogenic HALL HIGH HELL, OH LOVELY MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dave Smith, the great of many mysterious Cooley-Hall educators that I now believe are all a part of a super secretive and stealthy group chapter, known as by Morianity, the Educational Department of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society), sent me on a wild project to the Haddonfield Library a short walk across a wooded park from the school, to do a project on the origins of Halloween. I know that I have blogged this somewhere in the first one or two or three years of my original Morianity blog works, telling a little bit of how he wanted me to go there with another student, and research this, and that student came to work in the nineteen eighties, at the very same licorice plant in Camden, New Jersey, that many of these wild and super powerful fucking things all went down, including the uncontrollable crying fits, outside the Mafco door, near the employee parking area, at the Jefferson Street plant called, Mac Andrews & Forbes!!!! I saw him working there when I went back there working under Sergeant King of Winslow Township, oh lovely long dark haired Mizz Marie Ciancio. Oh yes, he was so right, I should have mother fucking “furthered my education”, and I know that only too well, great wonderful Saint Lucie County Florida DPA Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, good old 'Dream-on Doctor' John Gillerlain! Yes, dream on, Aunt Geraldine I'm Impressed Snow Mason, from 1971, and educator DSL! Yes, you only came to fucking totally prove my point of just how wrong you were about mathematics being so cunt lapping impersonal, oh great wise soul, Mister Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thing fits 100% perfectly into a pure and precise pattern and rhythm of mathematics!

So Patty and Santa came over to my apartment at O-15 Dellway Arms, Oakland Avenue, Oaklyn, New Jersey, DPA, 08107, on the 1^st day of March in the year of our Lord, 1975, and moved my mom and me to the Lindenwold apartment address of 1118 Linden Hill Apartments. But this is only when things began getting 'beyond geuoood', to quote my old ex girlfriend from 1999, Mizz lovely Helen Zebriski, yo!!!!!!!!!! WO, Sheriff. As I told Mizz 2003 Eckert in Berlin, New Jersey, “Don't get me going”. Believe me everybody, you'd be very mother fucking sorry to do that, and the lady at that pharmacy knew that back then, and even said to me, Sheriff sir, “Don't worry Mark, I won't”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY or WOW for short!!!!!! Now the next question that any half witted fucking logical human being is asking as they scratch their heads right about now and reads al of this bullshit on this fucking ass wiping blog, is, “So what does that have to do with the price of Law and Order pickles in Park slope, New York????????? So WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, allow me to further enlighten you all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you Diana for coming over as I started this blog today. IWALU baby blond and you know that!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!! WOW & WEEEE.