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WE
ALL LOVE GOOGLE, ASK IT ANYTHING, IT KNOWS,
DAD!
So
long now to ALL HYPERSPACE ALTERNATE JIMMY STUARTS OF THE
EARTH-PLANET, YO. ANOTHER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MAY BE IN ORDER
HERE, YO!
What
we don't love however, or at least I know I don't love by any
stretch, is NOISY HORRIBLE INCONSIDERATE DIRT BAG and most definitely
MIND
CONTROLLED EVIL
DEMONIC NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)!
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
SECTION-N3
11:48
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
9 AUGUST,
2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
The
death siege on me today began with an early mother frikkin' morning
FIRE ALARM. Then for the rest of this morning, it has been constant
enemy TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN and their incessant SATANIC NOISES.
Hammering on my walls and furniture moving. It is truly impossible to
know which neighbor is doing exactly what, but I absolutely know that
both the trash bag subskummites are involved, UNIT NUMBER 605 NEXT
DOOR TO ME, AS WELL AS UNIT NUMBER 707 UPSTAIRS FROM ME.
What
I said to my Camp Counselor back in the late nineteen-sixties applies
perfectly and completely here, folks. “This is ridiculous”!
Totally, absolutely, completely, and most definitely and
unadulterated absurdity and ridiculousness, yo. Or is it? The
MILITUFORCE has used nabes from hell to screw with
me and destroy my peace of mind no matter where I ever go and live,
ever since I was still a mother freaking young boy, and not one thing
has altered or changed with time. No
human group by itself could possibly ever be behind such a lengthy
and unrelenting plan or goal, and that leaves some
magical and or unknown force, and hence, Morianity's M2F, or the
MILITUFORCE for cryin' out freggin' loud, yo. How long are you going
to allow this ELDER
ABUSE to go on around me; oh great and wonderful
SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR?
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 AND RODENTS,
AND DAMAGING MY BATHROOM PLUMBING WITH WHATEVER IT IS THAT THEY ARE
DOING.
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.
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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access texts from 2006-2011, use links:
Sheriff
Kenneth
J.
Mascara,
kind sir; I FELL UNDER A BEYOND
INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN THERMONUCLEAR
TRIAD
NABE
ATTACK,
and for the past week or more, the dirt bag privileged nabes directly
across from me that are allowed to have two apartments here, are also
in and out continuously, and quite annoying with 24 hour doors going
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES SHERIFF, THIS IS A FULL BLOWN TRIAD
ASSAULT!!!!!
So
let's get down to 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 this day
another off the freaking scale nightmare SUPER
BOTBAR ASSAULT DAY,
with unfathomable ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Call it whatever you like or do whatever you wish. Sawn all of you,
yo! 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 Dogtownism 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.H.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',
and BIG ASS BUTT,
and but, THEY
ARE INDEED THE KEY
PLAYERS,
BRAND NEW
ONCE, AND NOW QUITE OLD.
Beginning with one of these four, the lovely Patty H.h.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!!!!!!! Let's freaking discuss Jim Burr and
the alchemist from the Atlantic City beaches, as well as what
happened when I went on a real 1986 crusade, to pass out religious
tracts in the great almighty city of Gloucester, in Camden County,
New Jersey, right down Broadway from the great, soon to be interacted
with by me quite frequently, Camden County Prosecutor's Office; and
the great and illustrious Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA. All of these
things fit into a perfect pattern, and all things everywhere are in a
perfect and complete pattern. We may not always see the patterns, but
it is funny how hindsight indeed is so wonderfully clear, and shows
us all so many powerful realities all the time, after of course, it
is always way too damn ass late, Mister Ernie © Merker, of the RPL
Studios of Camden, New Jersey.
First
off, reiterating what was said earlier this year in my Morianity,
back on June 13th, and then moving on from there; Dave
Smith, the greatest 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, John
Gillerlain, 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 freaking
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 “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 DLS! Yes, you only came to
freaking totally prove my point of just how wrong you were about
mathematics being so impersonal; oh great wise soul, Mister
Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thing fits 100% perfectly into a
pure and precise pattern and rhythm of mathematics! What can I say
here, Mister JAYJAY EVANS, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????????????
But
now let us further delve into the great beach-man of mystery from
1974 who performed other fantastic David Copperfield feats of
unexplainable and unfathomable dog stenches that day, and then as
soon as I walked back to my rooming-house on Stenton Avenue in
Atlantic City, POW, I had become totally
enlightened quite magically, WITH 'THE
LAW OF 1', AND YES SPELLCHECKER, YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT
THERE, AS I TYPED IN THE WORD 'THE',
THEY SHOWED ME THE WORD OF THERMONUCLEAR!!!!!!!!!!
All things sure fit together, just as I said a short while ago.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
NOW THE DOORS ARE GOING OFF LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW, SHERIFF SIR. I
LIVE IN A TOTAL HELLHOLE!!!!!!!! THINGS ARE BEYOND MOTHER FREAKING
THERMONUCLEAR FOR ME TODAY, AND FOR SOME TIME, WITH MY NABES FROM
HELL IN HERE; SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!
YESSIR, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY A MAJOR OFF
THE SCALE:
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---
THE
MILITUFORCE HAS STRUCK ME WITH ANOTHER MAJOR MOTHER FRIKKIN' HEALTH
DESTRUCT ASSAULT ON MY BODY AS WELL AS ALL OF THIS OTHER DOG
STENCH!!!!!!
I
am going to report these pigs to the office staff again, since that
seems to be al that I am able to do without ending up in jail myself.
Gee willagars, what a horrible land I must live in, and this is of
course totally the reason why this MILITUFORCE endlessly keeps me
down and oppressed and poverty stricken no matter what I have ever
attempted to do in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr for nearly 65 years
now. It has a plan and an objective, it has a goal. Insanity does
have a goal. The MILITUFORCE or these Astral-Plane gods are totally
insane. Endlessness has a way of doing this to us!!!!
Exactly
how does Halloween, Cooley Hall, Patty H.H. Hollister, and Atlantic
City all tie together with Jim Burr, Zvonko the great inventor, and
the David Copperfield mind transmitting BEACH ALCHEMIST, you ask me
folks? Well, do you have about a year or so right now to learn all of
thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Kane, or would you rather learn this in
small sections? I think I know that answer. The following blogs will
be dedicated to thisSSSSSSSSS because thisSSSSSSSSS is indeed the
heart and soul of the entire Morianity Project. DIE-DIE-DIE, you're
cat is telling me to die, lady. I often wonder if she isn't PHHH in
the future of that parallel world where I was given the lottery
number of the pick-3 Pennsylvania Lottery back in 1980. It may not
be, or then, it could be. Hey for all I know, me buccaneers are
underneath me' buckin' hat too, lady! 'Tricky teet-teet', as they say
in Halloweentown, where many strange things do in fact go on there,
Mister Crichton me' kind sir. Some peeps have the wild notion that
the entire Astral-Plane has a foul odor. This is not the case.
DOGTOWN is literally filled with sulfur mines and sulfur stench that
would blow anybody away. This is why when we are given a DOGTOWN
sentence and turned into creatures with tails that we humans now call
'dogs', Almighty Goddess SSJKK increases our sensory smell system by
thousands of times, to even heighten the punishment. The stench of
Dogtown is most definitely effecting outer regions all the way into
certain distant outer parts of Halloweentown and the incredible dense
forests in-between those areas. Sheriff, the door slamming is off the
scale, sir, and I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911 IN A FEW MINUTES because
IO CANNOT TAKE THIS ANY LONGER, SIR!!!!!!!
I
will call 911 very soon, and it is my next door cow slut from unit
#605, sir. She has a shopping cart outside of her door and is going
in and out and slamming the door as hard as she can, the damn
witch!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is no point trying to blog right now during this absolute DEATH SIEGE
ON ME, SHERIFF 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!
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