ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-GG

10:13 POST MERIDIAN

TUESDAY EVENING

18 JUNE, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

This is the worst mother fucking assault that I have been forced to endure for at least two years now, SHERIFF MASCARA KIND SIR, and it is definitely without question, ONE OF THE TOP TEN WORST WEEKS I HAVE HAD SINCE MY LIFE IN FLORIDA STARTED NEARLY TEN YEARS AGO, BACK IN MIDDLE DECEMBER OF OHM-NINE, YO!!!!!!!!!!

This blog will discuss the FAWCES that humanity calls “LUCK”, the study of it, or rather the LACK OF STUDY BY ANY SERIOUS SCIENTIFFIIC RESEARCHERS, and its MIND BENDING MOTHER FUCKING EFFECTS on the entire human race, from womb to cunt lapping tomb! IMHO this is perhaps the most ignored and under-valued item anywhere, and is talked about only in joke and jest, and those who seem to believe in its real and true powers over all of us, are called to this very day in this so-called enlightened technological age, “superstitious” folks from the dark aged past, roaming the Earth with the now extinct dinosaurs. YOU ARE ALL SO WRONG, THAT IT BITES HARDER THAN ANY of those animals, and I speak of course of the carnivorous ones. Let us explore all of this on this mother fucking disastrous MAJOR BOTBAR TIME FOUR DAY AND BLOG STRAIGHT FROM AND OUT OF THE GATES OF ABSOLUTE D-O-G-T-O-W-N, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

I promise that I will get deeply into this, and I also promise to be specific, not writing in a bunch of scatterbrained clatter that will take a year, and dozens of future blogs to clarify, but first I must tell my County Sheriff, the events of this day, the four day assault in general, and perhaps the reason for some of it at least, that is if you insist on believing that SATANIC FAWCES and SATAN ITSELF must have any logic or reasoning behind these 'GASME GAMES' OF THE GODS, as Morianity has so labored to address for thirteen and a half mother fucking years of time now, yo!!!!

Yes Sheriff sir, this is just about the absolute mother fucking WORST DEMONIC DEATH SIEGE that I have had to contend with, since moving down here to this lovely Saint Lucie County, Florida, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is by no means even a tiny prick eating exaggeration. SATAN or the (South Magnetic Polarity), to quote the mighty-great, and illustrious Mister Hal Lindsey, is most definitely “Alive and well, and living on Planet Earth”. Without going into any specific details whatsoever and merely listing the events as more like a heading system that is later to be described in full elucidation, here goes, Sheriff sir!!!!!!! First, I am dealing with a FULL NABE TRIAD NIGHTMARE. This means that those three enemy neighbors that persecute me with systematized regularity, who I am totally positive are being either paid off to do it, or somehow being mind control Tellosian Manipulated/controlled, using Permission-Barrier ETTOS Technology, as discussed in my marvelous yet totally obscure book from the year of 1994, and yes, all copyrighted in the hands of the mighty WASHINGTON, DC 13-600 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, HUH POOLROY YO, are in FULL BLAST MODE, slamming doors, moving furniture, making endless noises, and being present and annoying me round the clock 24-7, all night long, which of course druggies and thuggies all share those sicko fucking hours????????? On top of that, somehow there is a further existing mystery of that asshole mother fucking enemy that I also used to have two doors down from me, where pay-up notices in pink envelopes continue piling up on their outer door, yet no one evicts them, and no one ever goes inside that unit #603, and THIS IS MOST LIKELY TOTALLY FILLING UP WITH MOTHER FUCKING ROACHES BY NOW, AFTER FOUR STRAIGHT MONTHS OF THIS TOTAL ABSURDITY, SHERIFF SIR, AND FLORIDA BOARD OF CUNT CHEWING HEALTH AND FL ATTORNEY GENERAL WHO REPLACED BUTT-WIPE PILLMILL HATER PB!!!!!!!!!!

So yes Sheriff, I have a MAJOR BRAND NEW ROACH COLONY TO CONTEND WITH ALL OVER AGAIN, AFTER SPENDING FIFTY DOLLARS ON A DOZEN CANS OF RAID A WEEK AGO TO RID MYSELF OF THEIR LAST MOTHER FUCKIGN DIRTBAG ROACH COLONY, MISTER ASSHOLE CHIP WACKO WACO GAINES ROACH-EATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff, I am also getting CONSTANT VIDEO CUT-OUTS AGAIN, after this almost was stopped for a while, AND I TOTALLY BELIEVE THAT IT STOPPED BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR LEO PALS were indeed monitoring my apartment for mother fucking illegal RF signals that the MILIUTUFORCE (DCFM) TOTAL SUBSKUMMITES were sending into here, just like a mother fucking remote control system on steroids, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that, the mother fucking DEATH ANGEL has been on me like black on midnight, green on mint, white on rice, red on blood, and blue on sky, in almost a continual mother fucking pass-by on either my left or my right side, and the last four days are beyond countless, literally hundreds of mother fucking passes by Mister Astral Plane Mister Mortimer Mortino. Of course Sheriff sir, this is because right now sir, in 'your wovwee county', I HAVE NEVER EVER BEEN THIS CLOSE TO TOTAL DOOM AND DEATH, IN MY ENTIRE WORTHLESS CURSED HUNTINGTON FUCKED UP MISERABLE LIFE; IF YOU CAN CALL WHAT I CUNT CHEWING HAVE KIND SIR, A LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

NOW FOR MY KITCHEN SINK BACK-UP ASSAULT. As I have told you, I now, before this day 18 in June, of 2019; have had a total of three back ups, once about every two months give or take, over about the past half year or so, give or take. BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT YO, TODAY SIR, yes today on SUPER FUCKING CUNT EATING BOTBAR TIMES 4, YO, I HAD TWO (2) fucking sink backups, one this MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING, AND ONE TONIGHT AFTER I GOT UP AROUND TWENTY PAST EIGHT THIS EVENING, AND WENT INTO MY CUNT LAPPING KITCHEN; OH KIND WONDERFUL AWESOME SIR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And yes, before going to sleep around noon today, sir, I played another game of paper-roulette, AKA Hypothetical Roulette where no gambling for any real money is involved, or as I told the great © OFFICE in 1988 and 1989, “LET'S KEEP IT LEGAL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know that my CUZZ DON got a real mother fucking kick out of that one back in those days, and he still does get off on it, and says it with that really fucking cool accent of his, you know, LEEEEEGALLY, come in here LEEEEEGALLY, you goddamn ass illegals, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! How about the mother fucking ILLEGALS that I must deal with however, here in Patty Hockeysticks-57 BUILDING, yo yo yo yo???? YARRRRRRRRRRRRR, me' buccaneers, yo!!!! ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS

ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS

(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA), HUH MISTER MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971, UP THERE IN EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA, AT THE CHURCH FARM NON DISCO QUEEN SCHOOL??????? How about those mother fucking berry fields of forest fire hanging in there lovely goddess PaulaKing2011Hammonton, New Jersey, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG now that we're on the mother fucking cunt lapping topic, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????????????????????????

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, WONDERFUL BIG-O, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A couple days back Sheriff while walking into my local Publix Grocery Store at the Palm Plaza on Virginia Avenue and Federal Highway DP-1, AKA US-1, AHA; my mother fucking right shoe decided to break. I have duct tape holding the goddamn fucking heals on now, sir, ain't mother fucking life just so wonderful and awesome and totally grand, to quote my old late ex-pal, Mister David Charles Roth, yo??????????? WOW big-O! Your friend Mister Stern was looking for me or s it seems, but HALLS FAWCES stopped me from getting past all the great postcards and invitations, huh lovely lady??????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Now this didn't stop at my shoe, SHERIFF KJM, kind wonderful sir. Here is what else happened to me all during this horrendous and mother fucking totally monstrous 4-DAY DEATH ATTACK SIEGE, that's causing the DEATH ANGEL to buzz around me continually, DAY AND NIGHT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! These dirt balls across from me have been on a roll for the entire time of this death siege Sheriff, by the fucking way, doors slamming and all hours in and outs, drugs, drugs, drugs, this entire building is punch drunk fucking loaded with every illegal street drug and thug activity from here to here and back again to there, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This horrendous fucking death assault on me sir, CAUSED A REALLY DOOZIE WHOPPER OF A ROULETTE SYSTEM TO CRASH AND BURN THIS MORNING, JUST AS I KNEW IT WOULD, BECAUSE IT ABSOLUTELY HAD TO HAPPEN, AND I KNOW THINGS THAT OTHER MOTHER FUCKING PEOPLE ON THIS CUNT LAPPING EARTH-PLANET SIMPLY DON'T, because nobody HAS EVER STUDIED THE FAWCES AND WHAT MAKES WHAT WE ALL CALL LUCK TO TRULY EXIST ALL AROUND US. It is just as real and true now in the space age of computer technology and world wide internet and all of it, as it ever was back when great biblical prophets seemingly warned about getting into this, calling it similar names to witchcraft and the occult, forbidding people to pass through fire and do chants, just as the one that the lovely great wonderful and awesome Patty H taught me back in late 1973, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! You need to give little Merry a bigger sword, yo, that's totally unfair, 'Mizz-Maitee', so YARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks out here, and Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, this is without a goddessdamn doubt, THE WORST DEATH SIEGE IN FIVE MOTHER FUCKING YEARS FOR THIS POOR OLD ABUSED PATHETIC FRAIL WHITTLE MISTER CUNT EATING MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!! Obviously, SOMETHING HUGE IS UP SUCH AS THE REELECTION OF DIRT BAG DEMON TRUMP, AND I KNEW SHIT WAS GONNA' MOTHER FUCKING GET REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING HORRIBLE FOR ME, AND SURE AS SHIT EATING PUKE ON RHYE BREAD, HERE WE GO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would this bastard subskummite do if he did not have PARALLEL-EVENT to use against me, and torture me endlessly ever since 1984, JUST TO ENDLESSLY AND MAGICALLY MOTHER FUCKING GET HIS ETERNAL WAY HERE ON THIS DISEASED SIN-CURSED EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff, stress sores or cankers in the mother fucking mouth, are a telltale absolute indicator that someone is being put through enormous mother fucking amounts of monstrous ILLEGAL STRESS VIA ENDLESS COVERT STEALTHY ATTACKS. Sure enough kind sir, I have a very major painful large canker on my lower lip between the middle and the right side of my goddessdamn twat chewing mouth. If you cannot get this shit that's being done to me lessened just a wee bit, you and the police department and any other watcher and helper, THEN I AM TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED as this mush ELDER ABUSE is going to mother fucking kill me sir, and this is intentional first degree premeditated murder on an ELDER CITIZEN OF THIS USA COUNTRY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! When shit is this off the wall and off the dials nightmarish horrific sir, all things good begin to fall away and all things bad begin to fall into my path, like a magical fucking orbit as if I am in deep space under the laws of basic attraction. These laws and forces or HALLS-FAWCES, are very real sir, and you can all laugh and scoff at me all that you wish to, but I KNOW I AM TELLING THE DAMN ASS TRUTH, AND SO DOES ALMIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, OR GOD, AS HUMANS SEEM TO PREFER SAYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For example, the cloudy weather has totally ripped off my seeing the beautiful full moon this month, as every night that She is full, She is also totally fucking clouded over from my vantage pint here at this nightmare PHB in Fort Pierce, FLDPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also kind Sheriff sir, yo, last night while trying to go and look for Her and not finding Her due to the overcast fucking dogshit, my pants zipper got stuck and would not work. Later today while getting crushed in that mother fucking Roulette-Game, my pajama jumpsuit that I wear when not fully dressed to go out, that has two tie strings, for no reason at all, suddenly got mother fuckign stuck in the metal coiling of my paper notebook that I use while playing the hypothetical games. I had to cut it loose, and now the fucking goddessdamn pajama jumpsuit strings are all fucked up. My shoelace also broke. NOSIR SHERIFF MASCARA, SATAN hasn't MISSED A MOTHER FUCKING TRICK ON THIS DEATH 'MONSTER ASS' SIEGE, TO QUOTE MISTER FIREBUG CANNON FROM 2008, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!

Also, those mother fuckers at the 'WE' Cable Channel removed my Tuesday “L&O” TV SHOW, YO! I am not asking right about now Sheriff sir, “What else can happen”? I am more like saying to my miserable pathetic mother fucking loser boozer self, “WHAT WON'T HAPPEN TO ME RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING NOW”, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO????????????? How many mother fucking times, Windblow Satan?????????????????????????????? The great surfer from the transdimensional hyperspace said it all about a dozen years back now or so, SURFER FONTY, “JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE”. The French could rhyme it even better with their wonderful sivo-play or PLEAZZZZZZZZZZZW!

Then after losing my Roulette game to a crash and burn NEGGAMAGGING 4-DAY DEATH ASSAULT, and my L&O Show being off the air again, I switch over to the HGTV to try and enjoy a few minutes of mother fucking TV B4 going off to sleep, and POW, it happens to be that goddessdamn m other fucking totally horrible moron episode of FIXXER-UPPER where asshole wacko from Waco, Texas Mister Chip Gaines, EATS A COCKROACH. I of course switched it off the second that he put it into his mouth. My wonderful daughter when not playing pirates with lovely Patty, would say it perfectly right about now, “That's disGUSTing”, in only a way that she can say it. BARK BARK, this doggie is going to shut up about that one B4 he ends up living in the DOGTOWNHOUSE with NICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I not see the whole fucking thing with Trinidad SAT-SAM, and the wide angle turning school bus, driven by the mighty PaulaKing2011, Mizz Jewelly White from that devastating other great city known as ATLANTIC CITY???????? Oh it is not over yet Sheriff, as last night shortly before losing to the crash and burn system failure, I spilled half a mother fucking can of Ginger Ale Publix Brand Soda, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, again, ain't this a mother fucking doozie-whopper of an attack on me, President Obama sir. BOY OH BOY do I miss you, my wonderful great pal. If you come back to town, I will give you a bear hug every bit as good as the one that dude in the pizza shop here gave you, yo, IPYT sir!!!!

Yes Sheriff KJM sir, the very same thing that is doing all of this shit to me, and is behind the powerful OZ-CURTAINS to all of it, this magnetic nuclear reality SOUTH polarity interaction with carbon intelligence or human-life, IS ALSO MAKING RANDOMS AND LUCK SYSTEMS AND ORGANIZED IMPERSONAL MATHEMATICAL SYSTEMS LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND EVENTUALLY ALL CRASH AND BURN, but they NEVER EVER lose and crash and burn during times where this mother fucking NEGAMAGGING IS NOT BEING DONE TO ME, and this very same thing in smaller doses is in fact being carried out and done to everyone, in various smaller degrees in one way or another, and it will never ever stop, as this is the mechanics of the mother fucking cosmos and its many covert stealthy FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am on to this, and no one else on this entire mother fucking EARTH-PLANET is onto this, yo, SHERIFF SIR, and THAT sir, MAKES ME EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TO THIS CDFM (MILITUFORCE), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! I plan to join the largest fucking cunt UFO CLUB in the United States, and eventually, get them all reading my mother fucking MORIANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, B4 IT IS TOO CUNT CHEWING LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff, let me explain this, as I feel that you're an intelligent man who can grasp this simple yet oh so fucking totally powerful awesome truth here, sir! I am playing in groupation a series of nine roulette spins of the wheel, and I use ordinary playing cards to create the random number outcomes. Each day, I play a 36 non-green wheel-spin outcome, or I shuffle and pick a card at random for each spin. If I use 40 cards, I remove the royal cards leaving ace-1 through ten cards, and there are an equal amount of red and black, odd and even, and low and high, with low being cards ace through 5 and high being cards 6 through 10 that I am drawing. I am not concerning myself with the house-vig green cards, or I would add in the two joker cards to give a fairly accurately simulated percentage of a real roulette game with the green-vig. Now I am playing 36 spins or four groupings of nine each, on the Astral Plane, the coins and coils use the word of GROUPATION, so I tend to follow suit, all puns not intended there, but hey, what can I say here, Jayjay Evans? Now on the past thirteen days for an example, my selections on these rows of nine groupations will show as the number of wins in the group, where my preselected choices of either R-B-O-E-L-H outside bets, either come to agree or disagree with cosmos or the following shuffle and picked card in the deck, so that if I chose H (HIGH) and it came out the 3-card or under a 6, then I lose, but if it came out an 8-card or anything over a 5, I win. So the numbers that I will now post here, are the actual amounts of wins on these 9-GROUPATIONS. Anything 4 or less is a losing groupation, and anything 5 or more is a winning groupation. I will show the four win-lose outcomes now, followed by the number of the day wince I began, starting at day 1, so this will be in parenthesis. 3-4-4-7-(1), 4-6-4-3-(2), 6-2-6-6-(3), 5-5-4-5-(4), 5-5-5-4-(5), 4-4-6-4-(6), 6-5-2-8-(7), 3-6-3-7-(8), 5-4-4-4-(9), 6-4-4-5-(10), 4-5-4-3-(11), 5-4-4-4-(12), 5-6-3-5-(13).

Now it was on DAY-11 interestingly enough, SYMBOLIC DAY OF BOTBAR AND DOOM, that this 4-day DEATH ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN, Mizz Sabrina Collins, yo! TODAY, DAY-14, and the fourth day of this TOTAL FUCKING BOTBAR STRING OF MONSTER-ASS BAD DAYS, YO; I played TWICE, or 72 rather than 36 spins or draw of the cards. This was a wipe out and a systems crash and burn. Here are the two outcomes:

3-2-4-3-(14-A), 6-7-7-5-(14-B).

Now as you can see Sheriff, the crash and burn clobber was immediately followed by the cum-back-kid DIE-NO-MIGHT Jayjay, after a whopping random selection tiny number of only 12 from 3+2+4+3 on the (14-A). Then comes (14-B) with 6+7+7+5 which gives us a huge 25. BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT, SHERIFF KJM SIR; THE ACTUAL SYSTEM BEING USED WAS AS FOLLOWS, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was playing a base bet up to stage 4 system, so in other words sir if I lose more than four groupations, or any win-lose string that is greater than a four, is a CRASH AND BURN!!!! Using the 1-2-4-8 betting units, or in Atlantic City casinos, this would mostly come out to betting 10, 20, 40, 80 dollars each spin of the wheel, and averaged over time would come out, since many times a win might come on better win:lose ratios in a groupation (grouping, in other words if you had the number 3 come out twice, and then got the number 5, you would not win back all of the losses, and concentrically, if a 4 and a 4 came out, and then you had a 7 or 7 out of nine wins in the 3^rd betting group, you would make a great deal of profit, and it all averages out as all things in mathematics do over time. But the thing that crashes and burns this system is getting four straight losses, and so ?I am not really betting just four groups on a day where it stops in-between, so technically, I am just starting at the very first group and then betting a base bet amount, and if it wins, this step is repeated, but if it loses, I step up the the next stage, up to stage 4, so the initial bet is number one, and then there is stage-2, stage-3, and the final stage-4. Should stage-4 crap out, it is major. As you can see, with that horrible assault this morning, abnd four straight days of total fucking death hell against me; IT DID. I had that horrible (14-A) that wiped me out, and then as if throwing a lit candle with oozing fucking wax all over my wounds, in comes the next groupation and WOW THAT, it kicks ass, only it does it at BASE-BETTING-LEVEL, or $10, which doesn't come close to the wipe out fucking losses that I sustained in the past four groupation of (14-A). In fact, making it a quick and easy read, and remembering that anything more than number-4 in a groupation string = WIPE OUT, here are the strings of groupations, from start to end, just so you can see where I got cremated, and I will show it highlighted in RED PRINT for all to mother fucking see, yo yo yo yo yo!

4-2-3-2-1-1-1-2-1-1-1-4-2-1-2-2-2-1-4-3-2-3-4-1-2-5-1-1-1----------

BUTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTT FOLKS, the come back kid happens right away in the (14-B) groupation, and the averages of the WIN:LOSE RATIO don't change hardly at all, EVEN DURING THE MOST HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKIGN SIEGES OF DEATH SUCKING BOTBAR DAYS!!! Now do you see the power of this entire nightmare mess that this planet is in, and how at any time, should these rotten fucking HALLS-FAWCES ever decide to step up the game with a lot of peeps here on the EARTH-PLANET, how monstrous shit would become for all of us overnight??????????????? If you do not see it, well, then I am sorry that your intelligence quotient is just insufficient to do that, it cannot become my problem at that point, as LORDESS KNOWS, I have sure tried as hard as I can to make this world see this shit B4 it is all absolutely too mother fucking late, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I was finishing up that paragraph from DOGTOWN ITSELF, a small cockroach crawled onto my cum-puke-her work station, and HA HA HA HA HA, I managed to kill the fucking ugly little bastard thing, yo, so WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-FF

4:17 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

18 JUNE, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

SHERIFF SIR, MY ACROSS THE HALLWAY FUCKING TURD NABES AND THEIR ILLEGALS, ARE ANNOYING THE SHIT OUT OF ME EVER SINCE I WOKE UP YESTERDAY, AND FIRST EXPERIENCED ANOTHER ELECTRICAL MOTHER FUCKING CUT OUT. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, AND WHAT ELSE, YEAH YOU GUESSED IT, A BRAND NEW COLONY OF MOTHER FUCKING DIRTBAG COCKROACHES MAYSTERIOUSLY HAS APPEARWED IN MY CUNT LAPPING NICE CLEAN AND TIDY WHITTLE PATHETIC APARTMENT. THIS IS SO NOT MOTHER FUCKING FAIR, AND IT ALSO IS TOTAL UNEQUIVOCAL ELDER ABUSE, YO!!!

I intentionally posted some shit that PROVES TO YOU SHERIFF, that these bastard NUKE TRIAD ENEMY NABES FROM DOGTOWN-HELL are indeed without a small chance of any coincidences involved, harassing and persecuting me to total death, on orders of PRESIDENT DONALD JOHN TRUMP, and his henchmen from DOGTOWN-HELL that have been on my case ever since that goddamn mother fucking song was written, called, non-BLONDIE, “GITYA”, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL UTILITY HARASSERS that are viciously persecuting me, on this three day death siege of JUNE 17 (WATERGATE DAY), 2019, AS WELL AS MY TRIAD-NUKE ENEMY NABES AT MY PH BUILDING, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPA, BRINGING ME COLONIES OF ROACHES AND ENDLESS NOISE AND HARASSMENT. 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

I am going to be telling some gargantuan mother fucking secrets, and next year, it all comes out to the government, of who I truly am and who this cursed HUNTINGTON FAMILY all truly is, sparing no secrets at all!

For right now, I am just going to tell this huge thing. Ever since this century began, after I had been residing two months at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, in Mullica Manor, situated in the New Jersey town of Mullica in the County of Atlantic, I have played endless roulette games on paper. Some would call this, playing hypothetical roulette, as opposed to real roulette, or even Russian Roulette, and other numerous possible Elizabeth Montgomery witchcraft things that only Mommy Endura Moorehead could come up, with for poor old Mister Darren Stevens to suffer through!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But just in the past few months, have I tried a really fascinating experiment, that recent blogs have just touched on and glossed over quite quickly recently. I have played systems that incorporate a DOUBLE-BLIND STUDY OF A SORT, and I will explain it, but only a few intelligent folks will be able to get this, unfortunately. All of my many systems that are for “outside roulette betting”, means that one of six possible outside 50-50 minus vig bets are selected, and these are: RED-BLACK-ODD-EVEN-1 TO 18-19 TO 36. You will hear me refer to those last two upon many occasions as just LOW or HIGH. The reason for that is obvious to the most mentally challenged peeps in the groupation. My double-Blind study simply means that before I apply a system to be tested on days that are extra horrible for me verses days that are a bit less horrible for me, I choose in advance, in a row of nine, at total random, one of those six outside possible bet selections, R-B-O-E-L-H. So for example, a row may be selected before any of the nine spins, R-E-H-L-E-B-H-O-L, or any other possible scrambling of nine fifty-fifty chance possibilities, not endless Mizz Moorehead, but still, a fairly large potential combination of randomly selected bet-rows. Whether I get 0 wins on a row, 9 wins on a row, or any amount in-between, I merely write it down next to the row at the end. When I blogged lately, how during times of not only death sieges, but times of RESULTING SYSTEM CRASHES AND BURNS, I have observed that there is basically NO CHANGE WHATSOEVER in the five game averaged out RATIO PERCENTAGE of wins per row, (WPR). Actual systems used will indeed fuck up, or crash and burn from what MORIANITY labels and terms, intentional NEGGAMAGGING by the MILITUFORCE against me, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT folks yo; this proves a major force exists on this EARTH-PLANET, and for the vast majority who cannot understand or grasp this powerful and frightening truth that surrounds all of you and not just me, maybe you're mother fucking far better off, you know, as in ignorance is bliss. We've all heard that one a million times by the age of thirty, am I right Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, me' kind wonderful and awesome sir????????????? I will get into a whole lot more deadly dangerous shit regarding a whole lot more that is happening, with this information as the foundation, but not yet, not on this particular blog, as time will not permit, since I have seemingly somehow and quite mysteriously, LOST HALF A DAY OF TIME!!!!

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8:21 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY EVENING

17 JUNE, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

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MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL UTILITY HARASSERS that are viciously persecuting me, on this three day death siege of JUNE 17 (WATERGATE DAY), 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!!!!!!!!

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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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:

Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN THREE DAY LONG THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK FROM THIS DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONLY MOTHER FUCKING GAMES can explain why an innocent fucking person such as myself IS CHOSEN by these FAWCES, for absolutely no apparent reason, and made to suffer through an entire LIFETIME of endless horrendous dogshit on goddamn steroids!!!! A major mother fucking event happened to me today, MISSING TIME. This is a major part of the UFO phenomenon, as well as all of the studies into the supernatural, paranormal, occult (HIDDEN) topics of the EARTH-PLANET ever since humankind has managed to crawl out of the oceans!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let us just take a few things, despite Almighty Knowitall Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG, Mizz Terry Scatterbrain Egghead, and examine them in light and in lieu of what I have said so far on this blog from total fucking cunt eating DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!! The very same FAWCES that got those RPL fucking OVERAGE FILE RECORD ALBUMS to end up at the end of October in the year 1980, in my living room apartment, at 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, NJDPAESMWG, ARE THE VERY EXACT SAME FAWCES, Mister Hall sir, that are causing my NABES FROM HELL to this very day and hour, forty years fucking cunt later up here in the future from back there, to persecute and harass me to death, as they JUST DID A FEW HOURS AGO, back on Wednesday, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and so no peeps, I AM MOST DEFINITELY NAUT STUCK IN A TIME WARP OF MY OWN MAKING, BUTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTT YO, I AM STUCK IN ONE, BUT IT IS THIS FUCKING MILITUFORCE SHITUATION THAT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS NIGHTMARE THAT SURROUNDS ME; OH KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any mother fucking moron out here who can honestly believe that the story I have told regarding that large pile of albums that I was given from an overage file, by the RPL Studio Printer, Mister Mike Walters, is all some silly groupation of coincidences, is so absolutely stupid, that I am not going to fucking raise my blood pressure one point, attempting to make them see the light, BRO! A tiny child knows that my MORIANITY is all totally fucking real and true, me' BRAHHHH!!

Now the new age Christipublicans see things in their own way, and even the older yesterday bunch refuse to ever even try and crawl into my nightmare, or help me in any way with my 'spiritual-problems', as to them, I am some hopeless reprobate slob backslidden phony Christian, headed for hell, and is all totally and completely messed up with the occult. If things were only that mother fucking simple, boy oh boy oh boy, and thrill and joy; Mister High School Musical Crichton, YO. Their concept of Satan is a real physical being with a tail and horns and carrying a mother fucking pitchfork, who is after the souls of people on this Earth-Planet. What a total fucking laugh. The basic truths are not wavering here of course, and yes, the south polarities can never ever join with the north ones, and if 'God' and 'Satan' were to ever touch, the entire metaverse would completely cease to exist. Translation, God cannot look at evil. Ok, so WEIN, yo? This is all last year's fucking newspaper, hot off the press from a million years ago. None of these fucking pricks can ever answer any of my unique and bizarre problems, and they never could. The reason is because they are all so full of fucking shit, they stink like a cunt eating aging Christmas goose. Their stuff just doesn't reflect any rational answer for me and for the shit in my life, and only MORIANITY will. Only MORIANITY will and does, as it talks about the Exploratronic Supermind Society, it talks about the Astral Plane and their powerful dangerous Millionth Council, that even the Lord Jesus Christ discussed with his disciples, calling it simply, “the council”, but that is what was being discussed between them and him, when he told them to never call your brother a fool. If you don't want to believe me, well fucking fine, but read it for yourselves any time you may wish, in the four gospels, as it is in one of them somewhere, and I would recommend using the King James Version KJV of the Bible, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, Morianity also talks about other things from the Bible, interestingly enough, as the Apostle Paul rants on and on in the following books and letters that he wrote to the churches all around his area, regarding the “Great Goddess Diana”. I don't fucking make this shit up peeps, it is all in there just read it for yourselves before you call me a mother fucking lunatic lying whackadoodle, yo!!!!!!!!! Only Morianity discusses the great Patricia Hollister, and her wild and inconceivable tool from the other side of the 'world of death' itself (ASTRAL-PLANE), the 'FASCITAR'!!!!!!!! Need I really trudge on and on any further with all of this, folks????????????????

Burning with fire or NAUT, Mizz AT&T BLAKE from 1983, “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. But after I apologize, I am now about to embark on a real major journey into something that runs in a serial pattern and movement, many call it serial dreaming, but whatever anyone may wish to label and call it, I AM EXPERIENCING this in PHILADELPHIA, and it has been going on now about two years, or at least one year before I began to resume my blogs after stopping them for at least a year and a half during the TRUMP RUN FOR 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, and into his getting elected!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir/mahm folks, I am missing quite a few hours, as I went to bed around 3 or 4 last night or really this morning, and all of a sudden it just became 7:25 tonight, fourteen plus hours later, and I just do not sleep that longTHERMONUCLEAR or long, Sir Microsoft SpellCHECKER PROGRAMMING Program!!!!!!! I found myself in Philadelphia, AGAIN, and leaving the area that I was in several months ago when I last (was dreaming that I was right there), somewhere not all that far away from the great old lovely Bellevue Stratford Hotel near Broad Street, several blocks south of the great CITY HALL TOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now before I get into this mother fucking hellishness a little more, let me show you all something quite fucking powerful. 901-1802-2703. Then there is this one. 1600-1701-1802. Following these progressions, we get both 3604 and 1903. All of this is extremely powerful shit although just about every soul on this EARTH-PLANET remains absolutely totally mother fucking unaware of any of it, at least for RIGHT GODDAMN NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME KIND FOLKS!

As soon as I got up today at just shy of half past seven this mother fucking turd swallowing evening, POOF at 7:41, just a trickle of minutes later, ANOTHER UTILITY ASSAULT or another brown-out, where the power shut off for just a wink, but enough to make me sit in here seven minutes while my COMCAST SYSTEM NEEDED TO REBOOT, and allow my services to come back online!!!!!!!! Yessir, Sheriff Mascara, 3 DAYS OF THIS SIEGE NOW, WITHOUT ANY LET UP, 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 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 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 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 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I was in Philadelphia for fourteen hours, and I was with some very wild people, along with the Assistant Professor of the great ASTRAL PLANE MYSTERY SCHOOL OF THE CAPITOL PROVINCE OF OLYMPIA, called the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL OF PURGATORY, and his name is eight syllables long, and quite difficult to pronounce on the Earth Planet, by any of the numerous language systems, except for Greek. The main part of this experience seems to connect a part of where I was and what I appeared to be involved in, the time that I died from a massive fatal heart attack at my CIFALOGLIO security officer's job on the day following Christmas in 2005. That song that I wrote and copyrighted as a part of my 2000 Summer of Love album with Billy Harner the human peculator, that can all be verified with the great Divided Parties of America Copyright © Office to this very day, called, “Atlantic Queen”, is all a part of this, as my numerous songs and music projects all do appear to be connected up somehow and in some way with many other things, not only here but in many LOCALIZED MOTHER FUCKING PARALLEL UNIVERSES. I will get into all of this as we move into the double F through double K blogs of this mother fucking nightmare horrendous Mountainpen's ETERNAL JOURNAL, but for right now, the missing time, and then the MILITUFORCE assaults when I come back to the awake world of here, is the topic and issue needed to be addressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is not the first time that I have been assaulted after coming back from major (dreaming experiences), such as just a day or two ago in a similar situation, as well as back on the 5^th day in October in the year of 2008. We all know about that one, or we sure as dogshit should by now, huh fellow islander Billy, NOT HARNER, but yes, fellow rock musician and starBURNODI and STAR, Sir SpellCHECKER of the mighty and illustrious Micro-sucks Microsoft Corporation. Like goddessdamn triple ass WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, WEEEEEEEEEEE, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So why do these Christipublican Demonic Force MILITUFORCES or (CDFM) as Morianity may now incorporate a new term following this blogAUDIANS BLOG, yes why does this CDF-FORCE hate my traveling around, & then feel the compulsive need to fucking punish me major hypertime every time this happens to me??????????????? Well, that is just another topic that will need major further exploration; am I correct here great folks??????????????? My asshole nabes across from me just slammed their door real hard, gee, I wonder why!!!!!? Or do I really, me BRO????????????????? How many times, my friend, or for that matter, how did the damn Mayans know about the year of 2012 and Morianity??????? JUST HOW DID THE MAYAN'S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG AGO? This will be explored later on, or at least goddamn HOPEFULLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

CHEMTRAIL ATTACKS have been very bad for a while now, causing lots of illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free away with it.

It is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a 25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the mysterious glandular condition that I'll suffer with for the rest of my life, and I know well, that I'm not the only one in America, who is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but wait folks, oh no, there's a whole lot more stuff that is every bit as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let's talk about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took; in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the Youtube, called; “You'll Be Crossing Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to accomplish, something ten to twelve year old's think of as no more difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as follows:

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU "You'll Be Crossing Over"

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 1983-2012

So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness.

My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time' paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do, absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.

Here are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them, intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior, or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this one example I've just listed, and the most recent struggle I've had, with the evil WOMO or (WORLD OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR), AS THE 'M' STANDS FOR THE 'MILITUFORCE', AND THE 'O' STANDS FOR OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying to do; it won't matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean, when I now compare this with the episode of the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike, the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4^th dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack. In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not have posted this song, as 'THEY' just now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs. Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey bandit, wouldn't have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort, out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into the middle of that sentence. Oh W-----O-----W does this all impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.

The Crime Stoppers people need to be informed, that James' son, is illegally back here again. He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and they all will be jailed when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it to the Crime Stoppers.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS; my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.

There are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down further south into Florida, around the Okeechobee Lake, where to this day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new respect for these MAYANS, as they seemed to know about me and MORIANITY, and they very accurately predicted stuff about ME, not the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS. It was not the WORLD that ended back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But it was MORIANITY that ENDED on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF, DIRT BALLS, and wow your Mons were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight, a MILFER'S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all ten years old again, why would you then send another group of bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don't be standing, please, sit, and now read this. I don't need you to tell me you fell down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn't it, Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it, without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone's precious, and non-previous time; since altering the 'C' and the 'V' here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E's. So without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or 1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, the point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do; and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER' song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago, still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it, and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life, and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of you, and I don't wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day, along life's many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle? Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow jam that was.

My mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken back in MORIANITY. Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2. This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V, blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane, and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother's story will also be up there, but it will also be posted early into the opening blogs of MORIANITY-2. The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2. If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told, and it will be, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ET-ET-ET-ET-ET-ET-ET, END TRANSMISSION.

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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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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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

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RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

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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
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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
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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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RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

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

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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:

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!!!

***RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT***

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)!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

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

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!!!!!!!!

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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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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.

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989