ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, V3

THE M2F SCREWED UP ME' LINK J-PEG, MAITEES.

So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee

This hasn't been a particularly great sixty and a quarter years for me, in present form in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. If good stuff equaled leaves, my life could quite easily be reflected in the trees that the picture below depicts.

WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY, UNCLE WONDERFULIFE BILLY AND FRANK CAPRA!!! AGAIN WITH THE GODDESSDAMN LOUSYASS (`~HACK) YO? BBBB original 4 crissake, BR!

OR JUST BBBBBBBB PWITTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-U3

3:45 POST MERIDIAN

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

ON 17 AUGUST, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

SATURDAY, AUGUST 17, 2019

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WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

Every single day this week, the enemy neighbors next to me have banged doors and hammered on the walls early in the morning, waking me up. That is until Saturday, today, when the mother friggin' STOCK MARKET wasn't open. It was extremely volatile this week, and THAT is when the MILITUFORCE loves to pick on me and use their number one freaking weapon against me, good ol' ICPE-APE TECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That stands for Intentionally Created Parallel Event & Applied Parallel Event TECHNOLOGY! This started in 1986, and has not stopped for one single day, Mister freaking 'L&O' Anderton!!!!

How large roaches can gain mother sucking access to my sealed refrigerator is unexplainable by rational logic and any science that is understood and accepted by the people of the year 2019. I know that for sure and 4 SHORE, all shores, EVERYWHERE Mizz Paula King Pau000501582!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW TO U2, Sir Spellchecker of the mighty awesome marvelous wonderful terrific MICROSOFT CORPORATION! Aniwho great folks, all I can do is continue to empty one goddessdamn can of RAID after another, all over this entire apartment. I can get sick and go broke, while the roaches and ENEMY NABES CAUSING THEM IN HERE, continue to endlessly prosper. What a wonderful lovely god we have in this metaverse, peeps, and Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, huh kind sir, and yes Microsoft Spellchecker, kindergarten?!!!! Why do I agree with Sir Mike Soft you may wonder and query over, me' peeps? Simple, simple, simple, simple, Mister L&O Henry Semple, and Ron Wirtz Senior “coming over here with the bracelets if I don't watch what I say”, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

A few nights back, I had an extremely scary and horrible 'nightmare' to use a word that those in 2019 would use. My doppelganger in fifth dimensional hyperspace was with a parallel world Paul Pedersen, my EX business partner at Studio Park Records, in Pine Hill, New Jersey from 1998. This entire thing only existed, here anyway, as part of my hellish feverish passion to locate the girl of ultimate quintessential mystery, the lovely “SARAH” with her long brown hair, to quote my song lyrics from 1996, when I wrote the damn thing on the 12^th day in May.

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“JOJO-JOJO-JOJO-JOJO”, LIKE SUPERnatural AND LIKE SUPER WOW, HUH LOVELY MIZZ WINFREY????????????????????? Gee and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! What a wild dream that was. In it, my double was trying to get someone there with us to do a musical session, and it involved, to quote that 1983 CHOKE-MOVIE in Atco that night, a really “monster tune”. I don't remember it right now,but if I place myself into a FASCITAR-TRANCE, I can always go back there and retrieve the damn song, just as I retrieved the original LOIS FOCA LYRICS from 1980, that night at Cifaloglio in early 2007, and later sent this to the United States Copyright Office as my second to the last project so far as of current time and date. My last project was called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”, as so many of my wonderful and awesome Blogaudians know only too well!!!! Yes folks, that wild dream was something, and at the end of it, after I had tried, or my doppelganger had tried, quite unsuccessfully may I add, to get a session going over at the residence of Sir Paul Pedersen, suddenly Paul told me to get out of his house, and as I walked out, I said something nasty under my breath. Paul grabbed me before I reached his front door and picked me up and started slamming me over and over again against the walls in his house. I saw myself get bloodier and bloodier, and then saw myself fall down on his floor, dead. The banging sound then became my nabes next door making horrible hammering sounds on my goddessdamn wall, here in this world, at my miserable public housing building, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, DPA, ESMWG. HA-HA-HA Jane Sleazeweedsdisease; you missed me ya rotten witch-bitch. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Then just last night, I was over at my Aunt Gerry's home in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, now become DPAESMWG, or my double was, and it was a really bad scene, if I can quote the LSD taking hippies of my sixties generation. WOW THAT, big lovely O! A really bad trip, YO. No ski lodges, no morning light songs, just me at the house with her and a bunch of other weirdo's, huh Carrie Shadows? How the centuries keep changing, yo. WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA!!!!! Some weird dude was pumping me for information, asking annoying and unrelenting questions of every facet of my life, in her living room, right there where the Shah of Iran back in the disco times, was sitting one day, and Morianity has indeed discussed all of this other nightmarish junk many times before on many earlier blogs!!!!!! It seems that this alternate me was still in high school, and kept telling him that I was in the twelfth grade and that I was not into sports or any other activities that he continued to pump me about. Finally, a mouse had jumped in front of me and I had killed it with a book on the coffee table right next to me. I was cutting this mouse into small pieces to place it into several tiny separate boxes, and there were other somewhat larger cardboard boxes all around where I appeared to be sitting on the rug on the living room floor, facing what was the fire place over here, but in that alternate reality, there was no fire place there. I then excused myself to go into the kitchen to get some paper towels as there was blood on my hands. When I got to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of paper towels off the towel rack, several large ugly colorful lizards began crawling around in front of me right near the door on the right side that led up into the attic. I almost puked in the nightmare at the sight of these very ugly slimy large gecko's (heliomonster-snakes) or whatever they're freaking called. One of them started to chase me back into the living room, and I took the very same heavy book that I had just killed the mouse with, and squashed the rotten ugly thing. Right after this, Diana came over to see me, beautiful colored lightning bolts suddenly began to flash right outside my aunt Gerry's dining room window, and I said real loudly to my mom who I saw sitting in a chair and was not there before in the nightmare, “Mom, Diana is outside”. My Aunt Gerry came right over to me and said something so incredible and so monstrously horrendous, that I am debating telling or not telling the details of this on a soon to follow blog, but not right now, definitely NAUT RIGHT NOW, peeps!!!!

{WEATHER REPORT}

(AS OF 3:18 P.M. FROM TWC)

TEMPERATURE-------------------------------89

SKIES------------------------MOSTLY CLOUDY

PERCENT HUMIDITY-------------------------64

HEAT INDEX---------------------------------101

WINDS------out of the E at 10, WTH NO GST

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE-------30.05 INCHS

DEWPOINT-----------------------------------76

PREDICTION FOR AREA: PARTLY TO MOSTLY CLOUDY SKIES TONIGHT WITH A CHANCE OF SCATTERED THUNDERSTORMS, LOW 73 WITH WINDS FROM THE SSW FROM 5-10 MPH AND A 40% CHANCE OF PRECIPITATION

Run For The Roses, Mizz Shakespeare!

we were saying how the very same things, and very bad things, just endlessly appeared to CONTINUE around me, and this word 'CONTINUE' back then to a young lad in his early twenties, meant an entirely different thing than it would mean to me now at nearly age sixty-five years, which I will be on 4 December, later on this miserable hellish nightmare year of 2019!!!! I was almost shouting the word 'CONTINUE' over and over,m and it was as if I was losing my sanity because no matter what I ever did or tried to do, things just endlessly persisted in one hellish non-stop direction, and nothing whatsoever could seemingly ever stop this, whatever it was, you know, these forces, these HALLS FAWCES that somehow and for some invisible reason, were all around me, and totally against me. CONTINUE, CONTINUE, CONTINUE, CONTINUE, THE REAL MAGIC WORD FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN, GOOD OL' MOTHER LOVING CONTINUE, YO!!! Let's explore this a while shall we lovely Rhonda, and NAUT my gorgeous classmate in Misses Young's Cooley Hall class, Rhonda!!!!! Before going on, the dirt bag ILLEGAL COUSINS across from my hallway door are banging away today, SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, very mother loving sucking annoying, me' kind wonderful SHERIFF K.J.M., sir!!!!!!!!!!!!

Without making something good or bad,keep on going, then the same net effect and end result cannot endlessly be achieved. This at least in my humble opinion, doesn't freaking take an Einstein Intelligence Quotient to grasp, nor should it be limited and restricted to by any means, the strategic classrooms for cadets the at those two world famous military academies in America, huh Salvador Ventura and Mizz Wescott???? Yes, hopefully Annapolis and Westpoint Academies are not the only place where that concept and bright idea, Mizz Patty Parsons, would be discussed intelligently, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Microsoft, BRO and BROtherhood, and a great big unadulterated WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Soooooooo Mister Arthur Crane of TCE, shall we now explore this even further, kind sir?

The mighty Albert Einstein who is most renown and loved for his energy equals mass times the speed of light squared formula, allowing the so-called 'good-guys' to eventually go on and win the great Second World War; believed wholeheartedly that the true and absolute definition of insanity is to believe that things will change if we continue doing the exact same thing over and over and over again, you know, CONTINUE TO DO THE SAME, CONTINUE, CONTINUE, CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!! Obviously the mighty evil demonic MILITUFORCE knows just how true and powerful THESE TRUTHS REALLY ARE, as they use this in my life, and always have, and obviously ALWAYS GODDESSDAMN WILL. They know what works, and they endlessly CONTINUE using those tools and techniques applied against me, the ETTOS, the ICPE-APE-TECH, the keep him down and oppressed and poor, the MIND CONTROLLING TELLOSIAN powers to make those around me hate me and just want to wipe me out forever, and so on. Why fix it if it ain't mother sucking broke? This is the whole damn thing wrapped up in a total nutshell, the entire 27 feet and 324 inches, or as most would say, the whole damn nine yards, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHH!!!! Here we go, speaking of mother loving sucking continuing to endlessly harass and persecute poor old elderly sicko stench pitiful MOUNTAINPEN, with the endless and back again, (`~HACK), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great man of wisdom and perhaps one of the top dogs of any time in hyperspace, in the mighty dirt bag EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'S EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT, MISTER COUNT VON-MARCUCCI, would say it best, “If it ain't broke, don't fix it”, or no, wait a minute yo, he said the same thing but used a different groupation of wordage, did he not? He said, “LET IT BE”. So tell me, or SOOOOOOOOOO tell me Mister Crane sir, what's the damn ass diff, yo?????????????????????????????

VV

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FROM WFMU'S BEWARE OF THE BLOG:

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-U3

2:00 POST MERIDIAN

EARLY FRIDAY AFTERNOON

ON 16 AUGUST, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

FRIDAY, AUGUST 16, 2019

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Every single day this week, the enemy neighbors next to me have banged doors and hammered on the walls early in the morning, waking me up. All three TRIADS have been a royal pain in my 'bloobadee butTERCHEESE butt' also, for several weeks. Sometimes they actually seem to vanish, or their ILLEGAL GUESTS DO ANYWAY. But that is getting to be a rare freaking occasion these days at least since the 2019 summer started. Now here is the 'TWC' weather report as of 1:02 Post Meridian (PM) today, from the wonderful marvelous “THE WEATHER CHANNEL” Cable-TV system:

TEMPERATURE-------------------89

SKIES-----------------------------------SUNNY

PERCENT HUMIDITY-------------60

HEAT INDEX----------------------98

WINDS-------------out of the SW at 10, no-GS

AIR QUALITY IN TOWN: GOOD

PREDICTION FOR AREA: HIGH OF 90 WITH 50% CHANCE OF TH STORMS & RAIN

Diana came over to visit me within minutes of posting up yesterday's blog, AGAIN. SHE has taken really great care of her little boy this summer, here in my town. I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH MY WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL COIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE COMES THE TRUSTWORTHY (`~HACK) AGAIN TOO, YO!!!

Within the past hour I have received several death angel passes, some on my left side and others on my right side. Mortimer Mortino the ANGEL OF DEATH has been really major bad recently, especially all throughout this year and this summer, big hyper ultra super time, yo yo yo yo yo yo, Sheriff KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Albert Einstein the great thinking mind is always going to be known most for his great formula that states that mass times the square of the constant equals energy. No one thinks about the mathematical inverse to that wonderful formula, even though it totally answers the questions and fears that have plagued humankind for thousands of years. Other things that this mighty mental giant man was known for saying are that god doesn't throw dice with the cosmos, and also that the true definition of insanity is when we expect things to be different while we keep on doing the very same thing. This last thing is what I wish to harp on for a few minutes right now, peeps, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was on my telephone talking to Jim Burr back in the autumn of the year 1976, from my apartment at the Carriage Lamp Apartment Complex, in Clementon, New Jersey, that later on for reasons that are quite cosmic I AM SURE, became the NEW YORK APARTMENTS. There was no rational reason for naming an apartment garden type complex that was 80 or more miles away from NEW YORK, by that name. Now as for Carriage Lamp, that too was a fairly wild and interesting name. Later still after NYA, it was renamed other names. You never could miss these signs, posted at the entrance to their property, while driving down Route 30, AKA in No Joysey (NJ), the White Horse Pike. So one day while on the phone with Jim from the computer school at the 1 Cherry Hill Mall Building, who I met in June of 1973 while going for my degree in the field of Computer Programming, there at the Professional Careers Institute; we were saying how the very same things, and very bad things, just endlessly appeared to CONTINUE around me, and this word 'CONTINUE' back then to a young lad in his early twenties, meant an entirely different thing than it would mean to me now at nearly age sixty-five years, which I will be on 4 December, later on this miserable hellish nightmare year of 2019!!!! I was almost shouting the word 'CONTINUE' over and over,m and it was as if I was losing my sanity because no matter what I ever did or tried to do, things just endlessly persisted in one hellish non-stop direction, and that nothing whatsoever could seemingly ever stop this, whatever it was, you know, these forces, these HALLS FAWCES that somehow and for some invisible reason, were all around me, and totally against me. Before taking this onward, in my great 1994 book called, “The Permission Barrier”, I fictionally renamed that computer school at the Cherry Hill Mall Office Building, the ACI, and pronounced the AKKI, shortened for the American Careers Institute of Cherry Hill. To say that this nightmare of running endlessly for a light that never would go on, in a pitch black Devils Cave, Allentown, Pennsylvania Dorney Amusement Park room, does not do one small bit of justice to this unfathomable and absolutely inconceivable nightmare on triple steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This hellishness HAS CONTINUED ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON, with no let up or mercy,despite thousands of Christians praying for my endless awareness (soul), and numerous and countless other things where others have indeed attempted to intervene in this. Unless I can get some Senator Sanders totally 'HUUUUUUUUGE' UFO CLUB interested in my TRUE HELLISH STORY someday, I am FOREVER AND ENDLESSLY SCREWED WITH A CAPITOL 'S'!

Last night while watching my fave law show and many many other's fave too I'm quite sure, the one and only great and powerful NON-OZ (LAW & ORDER), the MILITUFORCE kept striking my mother frikkin' television's audio and cutting off the right channel. I will contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, and complain and scream, if this does not stop. This happened to me back a lot in 2016 when dirt bag distant-CUZZ DJT had thrown his hat into the ring, for the United States Presidency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara, if he floods my damn apartment again with his ILLEGAL ICPE-APE-TECH; him and his rotten evil criminal henchmen, Sheriff SIR; I will be forced to really do some amazing things to this entire planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am totally sick and tired of this goddessdamn lousy rotten endless damn ass persecution and harassment, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE. I need not go as far as introduce CUZZ LT to her fourth CUZZ MC, as I know other huge things that can be done on a tiny little tape recorder, such as record OTHER DREAM MATERIAL and just watch the weather go nuts and the people all die-die-die, SVU HOLE DRILLER LBI HYPERSPACE ELLIOT STABLER. Some might say, oh well, at least it's not LBJ. As for me, I liked all those old guys up there in Crapitol Kill. The new ones, that is kind of another matter. Only a very few great men and women now sit up there in the capitol. WOW, huh BIG-O???????????

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 113-116---D

HOW 'BOUT H-A-L-L-S----F-A-W-C-E-S????

Holey Moley, this grumpy old man wants to die a nice quick death, boom. I'll take a drive by, a bomb through the window, a ten point seven quake under my building, or anything that will let me out of this horrible prison within seconds. GET THAT, in or out of 1982?

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

People, my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!

Hay I was just following Ziggy's advice from two weeks earlier, you know, “Go home, go home”. I even told my mom that this is the last time I was ever going up to that time place, no more dog walks, no more fence encounters, and no more constant relatives, Mister Al Stein. My best to your Princeton Park pal, Dad, owner of the Island-Universe Diners of Akoslem City, Inc. Yes, in the purgatory, there are corporations, and markets traded as well. Just not in either Dogtown, or the great Holy City; the capitol city of Province Olympia; known as Sahasra Dal Kanwal, that mortals call on waking world Earthly existence, “HEAVEN”. Province Olympia is the capitol, yes; but even a capitol needs to have a capitol. The Astral Plane is so large when you appear to exist there, that no words can even give it mental form, and no numbers could arrange to make sense of it. Yet when we are awake in the hyperspace, we see this plank, visualized as a dot so tiny; that it would make the point from a sharp needle compare to be as infinitely greater in size, than a universe. These great overseas particle accelerators or Collider's for short are always there, ever attempting to peer into the plank domain. Our dreams here, out and away from there, are why we have our yet unknown forces of dark energy bursting out from the plank, our dreams or gateways into the virtually limitless hyperspace. Then concentrically, we have those forces of dark matter, where all of our hyperspace dreams end and we awaken back as we truly are in the realm of plank, or spirit-energy. This is why things appear to both be blowing out as well as falling back, endlessly, in a cycle so inconceivable to the greatest scientific minds of the world as of 2015, that further attempts by me to talk about it just proves me out, as the quintessential dam fool of the cosmos. My father's diners are beyond any words. The booths and stools are a bright pea green with colors mixed into that color that could not be fathomed by waking world mortals in a trillion dam eons. He wants me to work with him on expanding these diners out beyond Ricktown and deeper into Province Olympia. Maybe I will do this eventually. The Plank Realm is unlimited interaction. If you want to do something, doing it is the same point to the precise reflection, as thinking it. I know it is a wee much to ask you to grasp some of my memories in my Astral-Life. But hay, I am just dreaming right now in physicality that I am Mark Wayne mountainpen Mohr, and I want to get out of this shit so dam badly. Maya is so powerful and makes us totally believe while in hyperspace, that this is all that is real, and anything else is a delusion or a mind fixation resulting from fear of extinction. Those few however who have died and been brought back, or some of them anyway, do indeed know that I am right and that this is all true. Illusion seems to be the weapon used by many evil Astral-Plane gods, that Bible Believers call DEMONS. Words are words, and the truth is the truth. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

MAY 5, 2015, AKA SINK-OH-DUH-MY-AH, HUH CHICKY?

TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:13, JANE SKANKFACE,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.

TEMPERATURE RANGE------------(H-73/L-78).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING 78 DEGREES.

WIND IS E AT 10, WITH A SMALL GUST TO 27.

Run For The Roses

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

We all know that in my head, are enough secrets, to make more trouble than Carter has peanuts on his rotten old farm. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT; Daddy and Dawnie, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-T3

12:02 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

15 AUGUST, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

Hey I happen to really enjoy that wonderful television show called, “Judge Judy”, and this is not a put down, but I do know that people who have a lot of doe, are very unsympathetic towards those who would absolutely qualify as 'have-not' folks. They believe that money can just be gotten, we all heard it before; get a job, work you lazy prick; and other such terms of endearment. How about the multitudes who cannot work or do anything else for that matter, because INVISIBLE FAWCES FROM MISTER HALL ARE ALWAYS THERE, and relentlessly destroying our lives, NO MATTER HOW FRIGGIN' HARD WE EVER TRY, FOR DAMNASS CRISSAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR BRO??????!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS MY TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN AKA (HELL), who are bringing me these endless RODENTS and ROACHES, and I fully and totally know this to be true, sir, and it is NOT FAIR, SIR!!!!!!!!!! Judge Judy on the TV, would shout out, “MOVE”. Well lovely Judy, mahm; your honor; I wish I could!!!!!!!! We all don't have money and it takes money. We all don't have opportunity in this horrible NEW POST REAGAN AMERICA nation that I am forced to exist in, and on top of that, be plagued with relentless persecution from invisible powerful enemies, called the MILITUFORCE by Mountainpen's Morianity! Every single friggin' day, 'HAMMERING HARRIET' FROM NEXT DOOR IN UNIT NUMBER 605, WAKES ME UP EARLY, WITH HER INCESSANT DOOR BANGING, AND LATER ON, HAMMERING, HAMMERING, AND MORE GODDESSDAMN HAMMERING ON MY FREAKING WALLS!!!!!!!!! What a mother freaking nut case, or is she?????? I don't happen to believe that for a single ass seck, Sheriff, sir. I believe that she is in there doing everything that she can TO MAKE MY POOR ELDERLY LIFE JUST AS TOTALLY MISERABLE AS SHE CAN, SHERIFF, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just because I did not come up here to blog yesterday, does not mean that this wicked bitch over there wasn't doing it yesterday too, because she was, YO. It is every single friggin' day without let up or mercy, kind SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“IT IS WHAT IT IS”, SO IF IT AIN'T BROKE, I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF FIXING IT!!!!!!!!!

THURSDAY, AUGUST 15, 2019

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BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG, IT NEVER EVER STOPS IN THIS TOTAL ROACH INFESTED SHITHOLE, COUSIN TRUMP SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Thanx to the shadows.

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Many freaking secrets are out there, some perhaps on the DARK WEB, who can ever know? Poor peeps like me cannot buy the necessary software to learn about that. There are many things that extremely poor peeps are priced out of ever being able to accomplish or do. That's just reality son, huh Dennis Snyder, of the original 'Donna Fargo Facebook Club', long before Mister freggin' Zuckerberg was in kindergarten for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a big shout out to Sir Chester-Frank, along with a gigantic and Senator Bernie Sanders 'HUUUUUUGE' WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL DEATH PERSECUTERS, that are viciously persecuting me, on this death siege of 13-14-15 AUGUST, IN 2019. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN FOR WHOEVER ASSAULTED MY BODY WITH DEATH BEAMS LAST NIGHT, AND SCAN MY ENEMY NABES IN UNIT #605 WHO PERSECUTE ME EVERY SINGLE DAY WITH NON-STOP LOUD NOISES! 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

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Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN UNFATHOMABLE THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK FROM THIS DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN MILITUFORCE on this cunt lapping mother fucking diseased July 1, 2019!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 did to me on this monstrous fucking horrible July 1, 2019 DAY FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!! Yes there was no missing time today, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT YO, there was shit so horrible that THIS WAS THE CUNT CHEWING ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING WORST HORRENDOUS DAY IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what was done to me today, SHERIFF MASCARA, me' kind awesome wonderful sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ONLY MOTHER FUCKING GAMES can explain this whole ugly rotten diseased mess straight out of the gates, quite literally, and yes Spellchecker, thermonuclear gates of, DOGTOWN, so let's discuss this dog stench for a while, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember back when my blogs were new in 2006 and 2007, while blogging using the laptop belonging to Mister Eddie 'Himacane' Lynch, and I would type things such as two and it would come out 'tow', or use and it would come out 'sue' or games of the gods, and it would come out as 'gasme' which is merely games scrambled up alphabetically, yo? Still we're lerft to ponder and wonder and query on the concept here of 'GAS ME', since someone may have done just that on June the 4^th in the year of 1983, while I resided in that house of quintessential mystery. Owned by real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris (kicker garages) Avenue, in Atco, NO JOYSEY, DPAESMWG! As I typed that out, the old 'space-bar-hack' was given to me making the words all weird and in need of repair. Still, this is a large wild crazy ass world, and quite an amazing place too. Still, in all the online cyber village called INTERNET, I am just about positive that there is no other writing anywhere that tells the truth about the gods and their games, and the reasons for them, which is of course, a distraction for them, away from the HELLISHNESS of ENDLESSNESS. This is a very major deal, because it is a GIGANTIC FRICKIN' SECRET, and has been covered up a long time, until my MORIANITY has come along TO EXPOSE IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

A moron who is stoned to dog stench on loco-weed knows that the stuff that happened to me at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, was nothing more than all a HUUUUUUUUUUGE non Senator B.S. integral part of the GASME (GAME OF THE GODS). Let's play their own game here, and call their games, the 'GASME', as I've done now for quite some freggin' time, yo. My four demo tapes, the phono-records found at the studio attic, the way the near car crash somehow rearranged the pile of vinyl-33's so that I would most definitely listen to several of them out of fifteen or more dozen total of them, and so on. All the stunts pulled on me by John King and his daughter Paula, in Atlantic City, and all the other nightmarish crap that seems to somehow tie in together from Atlantic City; is really just a great big HUUUUUUUUGE GASME, and it only makes sense to the COINS and the COILS of the ASTRAL PLANE (PURGATORY), who are involved in this. Coins and coils or Astral-Plane gods and goddesses, are nothing more than higher energy entities (beings) that our Earthly Bibles label and call, ANGELS or DEMONS or SPIRITS (evil or non evil). Every single thing or term, is merely a problem of mistranslation and ignorance, or said more politely, “less enlightened”, yo!!! 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 maybe 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!!!! Lawn Mower Man ll, the movie, rent it at the RED BOX, or buy it on the big Amz and make that rotten multibillionaire playboy jerk even richer. In any event, you will see that we are all basicly living inside a gigantic video game of a sort, and that the gods from Purgatory can simply 'jack into the game' whenever they choose to do it, and have a big blast messing with humanity, all in good clean fun mind you. We also know the reason for it all, to divert and distract their attention away from the inconceivable nightmarish truth about existing in endlessness. The mind of we human beings is another matter all aside from anything yet harped on to much in my nearly fourteen year old MORIANITY-BLOG! What do I mean, maybe you're wondering? Well, in case anyone is, then let me try and be a bit more damn specific about this. We all wish that we could know more than we do, and the Mountainpen is absolutely no exception at all. When I was nearly totally nuts as dog stench back late in 1996, with my SARAH NIGHTMARE on full steroidal rage and passion, leading to my I-Ching Trance, and the Hexagram of Deliverance being thrown, and then leading to my 'trip' with SARAH where she told me, “Let's play a game boy, called GUESS the name of the GUESTS”. Shortly after this happened on 'PH' (not Patty-Hollister) Day of 1996, AKA December the 7^th of the year; I came to write the song in the following year of 1997, called, “THANX TO THE SHADOWS”, and most definitely affirmative sir SPELLCHECKER, THANX TO THERMONUCLEAR would be absolutely and completely apropos, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had completely put the great T3E Hollister and family, out of my mind, it was 1997 after-all, a long time after all of the past crap went down. It was Patty who introduced me to what the Christians would call the “dangerous demonic occult world” shortened now by me and my Morianity, to the non THERMONUCLEAR but yessir, the “DDOW”. Not just did she teach me the great NEO-HO-CHANT, but she was directly and quite mysteriously responsible for my shortly following that, ordering a set of cassette tapes that taught me how to use the incredible and unfathomable secret ancient wisdom of “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Burr whom I had met in the early summer of 1973 at the Cherry Hall Mall's great office building, at the computer school that we attended, by the name of Professional Careers Institute, suddenly very shortly after our meeting there, became a Christian. So the magnetic FAWCES of good and evil, in sort of a quintessential operation were now at work around me. Jim Burr was pulling me one way, while Patty Hollister was pulling me the other way. Then came the beach alchemist shortly after I began to use the Fascitar. After this all got going, things multiplexed into unthinkable stuff that no words could ever hope to discuss intelligently. Still, this was the HALLS FAWCES at work with me as the pawn, in an epitome of power and motivation leading to whatever truly is the reason for the 'GASME' to begin with, or the great ASTRAL PLANE GAME OF THE GODS. Something has to be used to distract and divert their attention away from the hellishness of ENDLESSNESS and so this ultimate game, with two ultimate non Smithtown-David-Hand-washing FAWCES and powers of unfathomable and inconceivable proportions was now in play, PUN INTENDED! Now without my being consciously aware at all about my past in Atlantic City or my past up beyond sir ultimate fighting hand-washing dude's place of hail, I was a sitting duck, and a target the size of a solar damn system, for crissake, yo! When I went onto write that 1997 song that was part of the musical copyrighted project called, 'THANX TO THE SHADOWS', I used without even consciously realizing it at all, the same melody from my old 1969 song, called “Burn With Fire”, written for Patty Hollister to sing to me, or at least I was hoping that she might, and even told the musical arranger, after forgetting all of this with my conscious up front thoughts, to Mister Tom Glenn, who had come over to my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill early in the year 1981, to help me do my song, “Love Is For Carpenters” (LOIS-FOCA). You all know this story and I won't bore anyone with any rehashing or reiterations on that topic. Yes, the music from the BWF 1969 song, was used without my up front mental awareness ever even being tuned to that truth, back in the year of 1997. Some peeps might say that reality can never be escaped from. I wholeheartedly freaking concur, YO, and this was all just one small example here of how not only all things are endlessly tied together and connected cosmicly, but how higher parts of ourselves, OUR SOUL IF YOU WILL; are what really controls a great deal of our human lives as we live here on the Earth-Planet, yo BRO!!!!!!!! And yes Microsoft Spellchecker, you're totally right again, YO BRO and YO BROtherhood!!!! Still beyond all of that, the entire mess is merely inside the great wrap of the GASME. THAT is just reality SON, so says both Mountainpen, as well as the great and illustrious engineer and security guard by weekend, Mister Dennis Snyder, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, SHERIFF SIR!!!

One of the worst nightmare parts to this post 1985 GASME for me, is PARALLEL EVENT and the ICPE-APE-TECH used on me by totally blind and stupid Earthers who are clueless to the real crap around us all. Trump is of course sitting right ther eon top of that mountain. He does know a lot of magical ways to make things always work out for him, and he should as the leader of the Purgatory's BRIGGBASE. Still, I told how this entire thing is part of an ASTRAL WORLD POLITICAL SYSTEM, on earlier blogs, YEARS BEFORE TRTUMP EVER THREW HIS DAMN SS HAT INTO THE RING FOR THE PRESIDENCY here on the Earth-Planet. BUTTERCHEESE and a big ass BUTT, but, you all know that I told these details LONG BEFORE ALL THIS CRAP EVER STARTED TO PLAY OUT, and you can all just sit there innocently denying it all you want to, because I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW, and unlike my wonderful kid who is well known for saying “I know that I know”, I would never be quite that ALL-KNOWING, but I know where she gets it, and so does the mighty ASTRAL COIN-GODDESS 'FASCITAR'. Another WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE can out now, for both Sir Chester-Frank, and all of MORIANITY as well, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!

Laugh at me all you want to world, and you too BATMAN-JOKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I speak the total absolute mother friggin' truth in all of my MORIANITY, me' BRO!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE MIZZ LILLY MUNSTER, and Alligator Haters Anonymous TIMES NINE, or (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW STACEY TRUCKER AND ALL GREAT WONDERFUL CANADIAN BANKS, 'EVERYWHERE'. (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!! (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!! (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!! (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I managed to survive through the great twenty thirteen's ''eleven-eleven''. I did not however have any desire to do a CHAPER #13, on that horrific numerical date of super botbar symbolism.

Folks, there are things happening, to all of you, to me, to this world, and you don't need to go onto social media junk like the new age ''youtube'' or other garbage similar stuff, in order to realize or recognize this. You merely need to get out of bed and for once, open your eyes. Not your physical eyes, your other ones, the ones that were discussed in the red font printing in the Holy Words of Christianity, by a direct ancestor of mine, my 61^st grand father's uncle. Keep swimming, 'Joanie girl'.

This tweet-blog is just to say that there are a couple dozen peeps out here who think I am unable to truly add up the one and the one and successfully arrive not at 1.999 or at 2.0001, or whatever, as Bob Andrews said so well in Pileggi's basement in 1975, to me, following band practice that summer's night that he was too busy to give me a lift from Westmont over to Lindenwold. Oh well, you stayed busy, and quite successful, may the gods bless all those who have brushed magical paths with me throughout the interactions of all of our lives, and some sort of powerful Harry Potter positive magic seemed to rub off onto them. Hip Hip Hurray, I mean this sincerely.

The only sad part is that I did every single thing that all the jerk offs in the fucking world who thought they were King Knowitall, told me to do, and all I ever got was axed and shafted. If a future dictionary describes unfairness someday, this needs to be there! ET. Yes, and some other things need to BE THERE too; am I correct, great sir NG-ADS? (New-Group Alpha-Deep-Six).

I know why my blog is dying. It is the same reason the sun appears to go around the Earth and until well past the eleven o'clock and the world will always be flat while on it, and so many other great powerful illusion of reversal-reality. The very thing I have done thinking it would grow my blog, has made it die. WOW, and I don't look on TV, STEVE!!!!!!!!!!! Brains over brawn; hopefully, Mister H.

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Is any of this mother freaking dog stench real, and not merely a Millie-Vinnilli-Amelia-Bedellia double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW there, BIG-O, yo!!!!

They just want us to respect them, CUZZ DONNIE BOY, and I know that you know this so I won't even bore you any longer with it!!!

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THE M2F SCREWED UP ME' LINK J-PEG, MAITEES.

So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee

This hasn't been a particularly great sixty and a quarter years for me, in present form in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. If good stuff equaled leaves, my life could quite easily be reflected in the trees that the picture below depicts.

WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!