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ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-A4
10:26
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
LATE
THURSDAY NIGHT
22
AUGUST, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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THE
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THE
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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WANING
GIBBOUS 7:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6
F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
NM=NEW
MOON
FQ=FIRST
FOURTH PHASE
FM=2nd
QUARTER PHASE-FULL MOON
LQ=LAST
FOURTH PHASE
WX=WAXING
MOON (GROWING LARGER)
WN=WANING
MOON (GROWING SMALLER)
G=GIBBOUS
OR LARGER PHASE MOONS
C=CRESCENT
OR SMALLER PHASE MOONS
FQ,
FM, LQ, NM HAVE ONE DAY PHASE
ALL
GIBBOUS AND CRESCENT MOONS HAVE EITHER 6 OR 7 DAY PHASES OF SIZE
ALTERATIONS.
RED
PRINTED PHASE IS THE CURRENT ONE.
WAXING
GIBBOUS 1:7
#25---3-4-7-4---(-160)---0680---$27.20
#26---6-8-6-4---(+150)---0830---$31.92
#27---5-2-6-5---(+030)---0860---$31.85
#28---4-5-5-5---(+030)---0890---$31.79
#29---6-4-5-5---(+050)---0940---$32.41
#30---5-6-3-5---(+050)---0990---$33.00
#31---3-7-6-4---(+090)---1080---$34.84
#32---4-3-5-5---(-020)---1060---$33.13
#33---3-7-5-3---(+050)---1110---$33.64
#34---5-6-4-3---(-030)---1080---$31.76
#35---2-3-4-3---(-390)---0690---$19.71
No
folks, I didn't care, and I always
knew it would happen.
There was simply zero shock or surprise factor
here. “I already knew it”,
oh wonderful, marvelous,great, terrific, 1983
United States Copyright © Office. I had no 'L.C. pliens'
whatsoever, of mother fucking returning to
any GAMBLING CASINOS. I was merely proving
to this ignorant and quite blind EARTH-PLANET that indeed people;
'NEGAMAGGING'
IS VERY REAL, and is
absolutely true, and happening to me,
in my life; ever since 1986, where the practice
of PARALLEL EVENT has been illegally
misused and abused by powerful HALLS
FAWCES,
to obtain an objective.
'HURT POOR ME WITH ENDLESS SIEGE AND PERSECUTION, AND IT BLESSES
THEIR WICKED CAPITALISTIG EVIL EMPIRE'. This is why the
most wonderful man in the US GOVERNMENT, Senator Bernie Sanders,
HATES WALL STREET,
AND THEIR EVIL DEMONIC GREED, every bit as much as the Mountainpen
does, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo. YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I
FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL
THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES
PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO
BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE
BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN,
I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
BIG LOVELY OPRAH
Now
in 2015, the STATS section for
bloggers at this website, enabled for a blogger to cut
and paste in those two charts as shown below. Now, they
cannot be CAPPED in.
GEE
I VERILY WONDER JUST WHY THIS IS?
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HADDONFIELD LEARNING HALLS OF NON ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY WONDER UP
THERE IN JERSEY!!!
KEEP
FLYING, LOVELY OLD GLORY, AND THE BEST TO MISTER SIR SAMUEL
HUNTINGTON, WHO HAPPENS TO BE ME' OL' GREAT GRANDPAPPY NUMBER 7,
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For
the past three days, I have had very serious diareah assaults, given
to me obviously from the mighty and demonic evil MILITUFORCE. I will
make an appointment with my PCP if it does not get better by the
weekend, yo. I am taking double doses of Metamucil, and no I won't
wet my pants Lenny, OR PATTY, or any great book authors either in or
out of the great L&O-TV show!
Just
shy of five this evening, I took a brown-out attack, and it was one
of the strange ones that only lasted a second, and only
turned off some of the electric circuits in my apartment and
not the entire place. It did kill my Comcast system and it takes
forever to reboot as any Comcast customer knows only too well, and
the system needs to be rebooted every single day, a real pain in the
mother fucking asshole, squared.
EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF---EMF
ELECTROMAGNETIC
FIELDS
VERSES ELECTROMOTIVE
FORCE,
IN ALL FIVE DIMENSIONS OF THE HYPERSPACE!!!!!!!!!!
The
news today showed the Titanic
Ship underneath the great
Atlantic Ocean; further proving to me,
that I am not living in one universe, and am
continually switching around the fifth dimensional hyperspace
of the multi-meta verse system. I say that because the ship is under
the damn ocean. I know FOR A FUCKING CUNT HUFFING FACT that in a
different world, some years back; this ship was raised. Either I am
going completely and totally off of my mother fucking nut here,
Mister Jimmy Wonderfulife Stuart, sir; or else I am having your
Angel-Bridge experience over and over. Like WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY
ON STEROIDS, or a huge Stacey Bank Truck from Canada with the great
super words printed on it,
“WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!! TEE HEE HEE Lilly
Munster and Jane Weeds Sleaze Disease Fonda; YOU MISSED ME, YO,
55555555555555555555555555555555555!
I
was at my Aunt Gerry's home again LAST NIGHT or really, somewhere in
middle morning today, Thursday, in a parallel reality where there is
no fireplace in their living room and again, my mom or her sister in
law was there as well. She kept telling me to go to bed over and
over, and I was in the master bedroom and their was a Privecode
Machine in there, and it was going off. The little red line at the
left of the screen was flashing, and then on
came the three digit number code of 7-2-9.
Chronologically this would be the twenty-ninth
of July the seventh month. Whether this has a meaning of any
real significance, is not known by me right now. But
AGAIN, lightning was coming to me, and communicating with me,
first by flashing lovely colorful
lightning outside of the dining room
window, in that previous interaction, and then now, by calling into
the Privecode Machine, with what I used to call, HER
transdimensional-lightning. This also happened to be Halloween Day.
There was no calendar on the wall that I could see, however, large
groups of 'trick-or-treaters' were coming towards the front door to
the home. I even heard someone say, “We know you're in there, we
can see the lights on”. A strange thing to say, as many peeps leave
lights on, home or not, but I'm just here reporting this news, not
trying to make any of it up out of whole cloth, yo! After Diana
called through and left the code #729;
I for whatever reason, or actually 'my double' (doppelganger), began
screaming at the top of my-his lungs, while gazing outside a
window that faced the patio and rear yard, visible from one of the
master bedroom windows. I cannot remember what I was screaming, but
it was at the top of my lungs.
Hey
folks, I don't have all the answers by any stretch, and I am no
lovely Patricia Hollister. BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT and but, I
do know that there are things going on all around me that if any of
us had a tiny grasp on in absolute totality, we all would be as
insane and loony as a million fucking coo coo birds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am getting A MAJOR
OUTSIDE
ASSAULT
ON ME, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR
WITH SOME EVIL SATANIC FUCKING GANG FROM DOGTOWN, REVVING ENGINES,
AND MAKING ALL SORTS OF UNHOLY ILLEGAL LOUD
SOUNDS AT HALF PAST ELEVEN AT NIGHT!!!!
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 shit 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
left to ponder and wonder and query on the concept here of 'GAS
ME',
since someone
may have done just that on June the 4th
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!!!!
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For The Roses
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TRANSMISSION.
MY
STORY TELLS ITSELF, so the world can suppress it all they
want to, but just who really is the world? I
know the answer, and I am going to tell you the answer, it is the
National Broadcasting Company of America, better known as the NBC
television network. I despise these crumbs, and everyone connected to
them, without exception. They literally want to rule the
world, not by armies, but by a much more influential and easy to
operate weapon with virtually no fall out or consequences to them in
any way, even if it should fail eventually, which is highly doubtful.
Literally, if this was Rome 2000 years ago, in the empire, I would
call NBC, Ceasers Megaphone. They want to dictate to us 24-7-365,
what to think, what to wear, what to say, what is popular, what to
listen to and watch, and on and on and on and on. My hugest
disappointment in all of this, was the computer world invention. The
reason this never allowed me a chance to tell my hell and all about
these wicked mother fuckers, is because before internet ever opened
its doors, NBC and the others as well that shortly followed, totally
had their powerful bicep muscles in a major fucking ethereal choke
hold, on the necks of all of us. If they like you, you stand a chance
to at least be heard. If they hate you, this new tool can only serve,
to make things far worse than the days before all of this fucking
garbage was invented by them and their henchmen. You cannot win by
trying to watch lots of other channels besides the main network
number in a local area, such as Channel-5 here in mine. The NBC is a
network, and they have swallowed up the entire system for the most
part, they have the weather-channel and most of everything else that
I watch from time to time. I am about to start watching ONLY the TBN
NETWORK, where they cannot get their grubby fucking Satanic hands on
everything, and influence it all under their 'Hitleristic' power and
domination! These mother fuckers make me literally sick to my mother
fucking stomach.
On
this day, back in mother fucking 1997, my mom was struck with a
mystery illness that took her life very brutally, twenty-six months
afterwards, as she lingered in mental and physical agony during those
months of terror and nightmare fucking hot hell. So happy unholy
anniversary, 12-26-97/12-26-14, or 17 year anniversary. I fucked up
on a recent blog and said that biblical generations were either 20,
30, 70, or 100 years, the 30 was my error, as the '3' and the '4' are
next to each other on the keyboard as you all know, and
I meant 40, not 30, 'just saying'. When the time is right, I
will show you more things about how being off in a mathematical
equation by a few numbers, all ties together in very wild ways, but I
do not know how simple I can relate the story, but I'll try. Just not
right now on this blog.
Thank
you very much for getting this death siege to break off for me on
this 26th day of Microsucks Lightbulb Hack December, in
this nightmare year of 2014. Very quiet and serene, thank you so very
much. I'll take what little bit I am ever able to get, and I'll love
it, Pam, mahm!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
HERE
IS THE GENERAL INFORMATION PIP. NO CANDY BARS FOR MISTER BILLY MUMMY.
Hey,
I know the score, Angel-Guides of
FOREVER-NESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YUK!!!!
HOW
I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL COLORFUL MOONS OF THE ES CHARTER SCHOOL OF PORT
SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USA, WOW!!!!!!!
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
CHAPTER
NAME----
'THE
STOCK MARKET CROSSES OVER 18000'
I
give them glory when all they ever did to me for decades was make
fuckiGN fun of me here and there, and fucking cunt laugh?
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
You
see, if anyone real is out here, somewhere in the world, ld, maybe
in Mother Russia or the gods only know where, this is why no one
is willing to help me. They know all about all of us, and have the
goods on all of us, and if anyone steps out of fucking line in
this evil empire-USA, BOOM, there simply put is just no way to
mother fucking ever win, Misses Chiffon.
You
see, tonight I put this together in a hearts knowledge, where
before this, it was sort of there in me, but in an head-knowledge
only kind of a way. Up-beat attitudes Twinbay, yeah right, you try
it if you knew what I knew, no puns there.
The
great and powerful StOZck Market.
''COME FORWARD””. Hear ye hear ye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY DECEMBER,
IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015,
IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. IT WILL CRACK OVER
THE 18,000 LATER TODAY, THIS FRIDAY, BANK FUCKING ON
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER
THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS
MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW
WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND
HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
Hay,
the majority of mother fucking people are never going in the true
direction. If any of you think that the majority of people or
power in the days of 30 AD, were on the side of Jesus, you are
vastly in error. They freed a fucking murderer and sent him to be
agonizingly tortured to death. Forget that this was all planned in
this videogame simulation millions of years ago or more, I mean,
just take the facts at face value, like most of you out here love
to do anyway. People think the majority of people are gun owners,
wrong again. I checked this out for myself.
Sir
James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what
really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be
inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don't give a shit.
Folks, why in the name of hell would I have weird dreams about
people I don't know at all, such as the miscarriage of P at 1802
Robin Hill??????????????? Still just think I am haunted, to quote
Muscleman-RPL-Studio-1980-guy???????????? The odds that this is
all from pigging out on Kate's pizza over and over, and nothing
else, are quintillions to one against being so, IPYT peeps!
I
have temporary nerve damage and cannot make my normal signature,
and I have cunt chewing fucking bills to pay in a couple weeks.
Also, this is a very fucking cunt painful problem. I believe it
connects to my being cut off medication that I was on since 1983,
and fully plan to engage the services of an
injury attorney soon, and if I can't get them to take my case;
I will file myself against the AMA, I have
fucking cunt rights in this cunt chewing evil land, and before you
monster bastards kill me, I PLAN TO GO
DOWN SWINGING REAL CUNT CHEWING FUCKIGN ASS HARD; AND
IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
all this hell, my apartment being robbed at least once and
probably twice, since I know I had my most recent forms from the
medicaid office and they vanished along with the copyright
certificate. There's no way this is all not totally connected with
problems that go not only back to 1967 and the Shah of Iran and
Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, but thousands of years before this. I
KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND WOOOOOOOOOOLF TO YOU ALL! If you mother
fuckers had to live through this nightmare hell without end, you
would act and talk like you were stuck in a fucking endless cunt
chewing time warp too. I Tahren-tee-it, George and Reika Gandhi.
!!!!!!!! Oh you had better bet, Mister fucking Ward Cleaver sir,
that this is why their DOW JONES flew up nearly a thousand fucking
points yesterday, people. So don't give me props, I know I'm a
mother fucking prophet, and so do the McDonald Dancers of
Southeastern Moorestown, NJ-USA!
Lovely
Pam Bondi, They are not going to let me ever
live again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is
over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know
fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not
going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life
as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live
again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is
over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know
fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not
going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life
as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not going to let me ever live
again, and I know fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is
over. They are not going to let me ever live again, and I know
fucking this. My life as Mark Wayne Mohr is over. They are not
going to let me ever live again, and I know fucking this. My life
as Mark Wayne Mohr is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes,
just what does code number 7-2-9 really mean I wonder. That isn't
a calendar date with any significance for the Mountainpen. At
least I do not think that it is, kind folks!
Boy
oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy, what a lousy rotten life I am having
here in fifth dimensional hyperspace, yo!
When
I figure out what DIANA wants me to
know about '729', believe me world, I WILL IMPART THAT INFORMATION
TO ALL OF YOU AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!
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DECEMBER
26, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 11:55,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-75/L-56),
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, FEELING 76 DEGREES.
I
GOT BAD MEDICAL NEWS FROM THE MEDICAL LABS, AND PLAN ON GETTING MY
FUCKING CUNT AFFAIRS INTO ORDER SO
I CAN DIE THIS COMING YEAR,
AS
FORETOLD!
I
look very forward to my death.
It is the most beautiful possible thing that could happen to me after
60 years of horrendous mother fucking hell.
Atheists say, WOW, time for your reward, HEAVEN,
eternal
sleep.
BOY, I
fucking cunt hope so.
Of course I know there is no such things as eternal sleep, but it
makes a great fucking fairy tale, YO!
Personally,
I have been struck since 1986 with this death beam from the CIA and
military cove-ops. This is why my insides are bleeding, Pam Bondi,
and World Court at the Hague. This was cold blooded covert murder
against an innocent citizen, and it will go completely unpunished.
But probably, this ornery old mother fucker will go on and last years
yet, who fucking knows? Well, until the mother fucking medical
community gets their hands on me and kills me on the op table. I
already have it fixed so lots of foreign press will get a lot of shit
from me if I am killed by this operation next year. Hay
God, get a life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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