Dock WONG-WRONG!!!

I KNOW THAT I AM NOT WONG-WRONG, DOCTOR Huang, sir.

I know that these dots all connect, especially the casinos, Atlantic City, the evil stock market, parallel event, and how this monstrous tool is being used and has been, against me for more than three and a half mother fucking decades now, with unrelenting horror and vicious nightmare tenacity, completely wiping my life out and destroying it beyond any hope of repair. These diseased mother fucking TRIAD NABES FROM HELL FROM UNIT #605 BEGAN SLAMMING THEIR DOOR AND SCREAMING LOUDLY AT ABOUT 9:54 THIS MONDAY CUNT CHEWING MORNING, AND THESE CLIT LAPPING SWINE ARE KILLING ME TODAY, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, AS IF YOU COULD CARE IN THE LEAST WHEN I BLEED OUT IN HERE AND LEAVE YOUR COUNTY FOREVER!!!! BLACK HAT FUCKING DIRT BAG HACKERS HAVE STOPPED MY CUM PUKE HER FROM BEING ABLE TO DRAW DOUBLE LINES THIS SUPER BOTBAR MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING, SO I'LL DRAW THE SINGLE LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quite fucking cunt obviously the stock market is in a major motion today after the opening bell when it began for the week, and these diseased fuckign prick sucking shits are taking absolutely NO PRISONERS, YO!!!!!

The hackers broke off their (DOUBLE LINE STOPPER HACK), SHERIFF, AS IF YOU COULD CARE IN THE LEAST ABOUT MY ENDLESS ELDER ABUSE FROM THIS DISEASED FUCKING TWAT HUFFING MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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LATE MONDAY MORNING

9 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-

These monsters over at UNIT #605 are totally murdering me, SHERIFF MASCARA!!!

Sep 2, 2019 6:00 AM – Sep 9, 2019 5:00 AM

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MAGGIE is going to counterstrike really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, wonderful great Senator Bernie Sanders. YOU GO BUDDY!!!!!

Run For The Roses

JUST DON'T RUN FOR THE DELANEY'S! Not unless you want to get the biggest hickey on your neck in the history of the Earth Planet. How I remember watching that great original FBI television show staring Ephraim Zimbalist Junior, back in June of 1969. WOW WOW WOW; I wonder how much fucking weight I would have lost after five pints of my A-Neg-Helios would have been sucked from my puny whittle young teen body?????

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THESE ILLEGAL GUESTS are the problem, SHERIFF SIR. The regular tenants in these three units that I refer to as my mother fucking TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN, have these ILLEGAL MISBEHAVING COCK SUCKING GUESTS. They are the ones who these things to me, and I fully know that they have been TOLD TO COME HERE AND MAKE ME NUTS with their ILLEGAL SHIT!!!!!!!

Folks, since this never ending damn horrific dogshit is being done to me without mercy or let up, I will tell you a little story now, that is based one hundred percent on BIBLE TEACHING that anyone of you out here reading these goddamn words, can quite easily dig into your own BIBLES, and check it out and verify all of this shit for yourselves, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ultimate power and energy source that can and perhaps WILL be used by NASA, and hopefully never the war machines, and perhaps other groupations if I'm allowed to use an Astral-Plane term here, is called unidirectional harnessing technology or UHT. UHT is BIBLICAL, and is why 'GOD' is supposedly UNABLE to look upon SIN. If we keep the fucking religious hocus pocus out of this same deal however, and stay only on a scientific level; this has to do with being able to take away one of the polarities and forces of the entire universe-system, from the other one. When this is done, one of the two forces begins to grow an endlessly increasing spin. This is on the level of the tiniest particles that all make up the atoms or even the normal sub particles that make them up. With these spinning energies, there is absolutely nothing that cannot be done. I will get more into this when not under this gigantic death siege that I am under today. This is very important because hidden somewhere in this 'UH' TECH, is a lot more than its symbolic grown. All the secrets of the MILITUFORCE are hidden very well inside of that magical box as well. While on the topic of magic, a powerful human world explanation was discovered last night with my RODENT-ASSAULT again. It seems that I have a bad wire plug and need to purchase a new three RCA audio video plug to connect my TV with my Cable box. If this is not disturbed and kept in place perfectly, the video signal won't cut out, but when jostled even the smallest bit, it makes the signal cut out. Late last night, or really around two or so this morning, I witnessed the cut out, and saw the wire moving. IT IS MY MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE RUNNING UNDERNEATH MY TV-SET, AND DOWN ON THE FLOOR, WHERE THIS WIRE COMES ACROSS MY THROW RUG! One less mystery. Boy do I love less mysteries and more mother fucking answers to endless queries. Still, 'who the fucking shit is kidding who' here, Mizz Lillian Erby of late 1965? IT'S ONE HACK AFTER ANOTHER TODAY ON THIS CLIT HUFFING CUM PUKE HER, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! Anyway yes Mizz lovely Erby; we all know that many many things around me HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO EARTHLY EXPLANATION WHATSOEVER, and that fucking cunt DEATH ANGEL, Mister Mortimer Mortino is annoying the shit out me again lately. Right now at 11:41 this MOUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, he is on my right side with his diseased whining sound that drives me out of my mother fucking tree nut at light velocity cubed and CUBAN, Mister fucking Castro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE permits them to fully air it. This Fascitar Astral Projection information was to get me primed for 'CONTACT', and then the IMMC made sure to start a company and create the contact-machine, my 'Privecode'. Then in-between those two events was my 1980 Love Is For Carpenters interaction”. It not only fits, but it is symbolic as in the lightning code of 1-2-3. So, to quote Superman, as he said to Inspector Henderson, regarding the mobster crook, Louigee; (1) Patty made sure I would get the info from that school, and order the Fascitar info. (2) I was primed for contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula King 1980 LOIS FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983 came, I left 1802 Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged in Privecode, and to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of L&O, “I was cleared for takeoff”!!!!! Now shall we examine some more horrendous fucking bullshit in greater detail with additional alacrity and succinctness; me kind and wonderful Blogaudians? Just as the day that I opened up me wee whittle blog, kind lads and lassies out here, in early January of 2006, and Blogger dot com asked me the great question, to wit I retorted with me somewhat world famous whittle answer, as copied below. I will now respond to a few ideas recently posed to me by me new group of interested cove-club members, that I believe just may have been secretly organized by me old pal from half a duzz years back, 'AD-6'!!!! Don't die on me, or get all snowed in there, Ed. I hear the Soviet Union gets its share of fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester Frank! You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? To start with, I could make a VERY ANGRY MOTHER.

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TRIAD NABES continually now, along with other fucking bullshit, such as being awakened with HORRIBLE LOUD NOISES on this goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, somewhere shy of ten of the damn clock!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC

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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 of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me this THIS ENTIRE MONTH OF MOTHER FUCKING SEPTEMBER of the year of 2019, AND ESPECIALLY ON THIS SUPER BOTBAY DAY OF 9 SEPTEMBER, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. 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

Yes baby-mama Patty and her tennis pal. WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT folks, and the real deal here is 'TWINALITY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why I believe that I am being carefully watched over now, after the recent 'contact' made by the great and wonderful SHERIFFS OFFICE, directly following me ol' blog that discussed this topic of my blog turning into a double blog from nothing that I did, but that some clever Lamist-Black Hat Hacker did, quite fucking obviously. But shall we get back on pernt now, Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens, and go on with the topic that I must now further explore with my Blogaudians!!!!! And there is a whole fucking lot to this, huh, Donna Lalassas Patterson, and Phyllis Mashell Lover-boy?????????????????? TEE-HEE-HEE-WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE! Oh these wonderful illustrious 'Cooper coworkers'!!!!!!

I'M JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

Here comes a vicious fucking SHIT ASSAULT ON ME, kind Sheriff. Another powerful SONIC DEATH BEAM WEAPON FROM THE CUBAN EMBASSY HUH? So does EM=BASSY?

So in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were those other two shows, “The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1 Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric Avenue or getting higher”, BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. The first two songs that I wrote not counting preteen childish tunes and stupid lyrics, were both in the year 1969, and they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year, the first one in early June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle of July, called “Burn With Fire”. They both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are teenager shit, and at first glance may appear mundane, insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales that measure any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. The FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB' is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part of ourselves. This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970, that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School. But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think. After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order part that Patricia Hollister seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days, as well as the physical structures, are all merely a mortal world counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means. OOB by the way stands for OUT OF BODY, and I nor Morianity made up this term or abbreviated system. This has been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB, for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body. Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who, unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life and beyond it so backward and in reverse, that they insist on calling OOB stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this. Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'. We don't. It is a realization, just is what happened to me in Atco in 1983 when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me despite my being trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will, allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there. Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming as they are in HEAVEN, equal to them, this is all in there. Equal in awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So folks, simply put, the FASCITAR simply is a bridge, to both the worlds of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, as well as to the Plank Time (Astral Plane-Purgatory), and can also be thought of as dimensions of the spiritual realities and truths of existence!!!! With this bridge, contact and communication can and is being done between THEM and US. There are NO SPACE ALIENS OR UFO'S, not in the way you all think of and believe in, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT and BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTS; I suppose that there may as well be, because this illusion can be created and quite easily sustained, as can so many illusions, and so much spiritual MAYA; to quote that same great group, known as the ECKISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most communications are done when our human brains are not all focused by the events that connect into our five sensory systems, and we call this altered and dream states of awareness or consciousness AKA the brain realms of the unconsciousness. This is when a natural connective process takes place, between us there, and us here. Yes Microsoft Spellchecker, and HEREdahelda!!!!! Any contact made in this way is within acceptable norms. There is a powerful authority known Astrally as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL. This on the human world translates into the so-called global universal authority militarily that appears to be covertly governing and controlling just how much we are PERMITTED to know, or do, or even believe for that matter, on this topic. Morianity has given them the label of MILITUFORCE (MILI-2-FORCE). When we do stuff that they consider to be outside of this permission-barrier if you will; then this is when life becomes total torment due to their PERSECUTION AND ENDLESS HARASSMENT, to the point in some cases, such as mine, where life literally is turned into an intolerable horrific fucking nightmare forever and ever, without relief or remedy or hope of any kind, other than the grave and death itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would in all honestly proclaim here that based on my decades of being under this horrendous fucking nightmare with the MILI-2-FORCE or (ASTRAL WORLD MILLIONTH COUNCIL OPERATING THROUGH HUMANS, ON THE EARTH-PLANET; that about a third of the law enforcement officers in the United States, absolutely know that Morianity tells a true and extremely fucking sad hellish story and tale of unfathomable and inconceivable woe!!!!!!!!!!!! They are all powerless to do anything about my troubles and hellishness of course, as was the Prosecutor ADA Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, up in Camden County, New Jersey, USAESMWG, back in the fucking cunt eating nineteen-nineties, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hillary Clinton wanted to get to the bottom of all of this, and it was during her run for the presidency against Mister dirt bag future USA-King-Dictator, that I definitely heard my name being shouted out, right after her gal-pal finished singing her wonderful fight song. Of wow am I going to treat myself to a hot fudge sundae later today, and think about 1997 and lovely Kate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Sheriff sir, pull the tapes from the campaign, and you wil see that I do not make up stories or ever tell lies on these blogs!!!!!!!!!!

I did make an error however, and when an error is discovered, I correct and amend previous texts just as soon as time permits. I told how me bwogs were started up again in August of 2018, as a result of an enemy MILITUFORCE ASSAULT one night, and my speaking to a neighbor in the common hallway of the building heredahelda and HERE; and this led me to blogging again after stopping for a quarter of a decade. I said that the MILITUFORCE had punished her by giving her terminal cancer, because all her hair is shaved off, and naturally when we see this happen to a woman, we all assume the BIG-C. Well, I spoke to her fiance' a few days ago, and he told me that this is due to a very bad automobile accident. Hey, whatever, and also, same diff. A bad car crash led to the soon to follow demise of my old Haddon Township High School Social Studies Teacher by the name of Misses Moldoff. People get injured and killed every day in serious car crashes, as all the shyster lawyers out there know only too damn ass well. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Yes me ol' school chum in Mildred Young's class as well as Dan Mackey's class, back in 1972 at the great and illustrious and now mysteriously and quite suddenly defunct, COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, Mister retired FCC Chairman, Robert McDowell, of Fort Wayne, Indiana, previously from Gibbstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG. WOW, speak about Calendar-CONTACT, and the great TIMELESS SATELLITE, perhaps not that far out into space with the Milituforce 'aliens and flying saucers', BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT STILL, Detective Lenny Briscoe of 'L&O' sir; space is space, and contact is contact, and Bob McDowell did indeed engage me in a conversation over the telephone one day before leaving for Fort Wayne with his parents back in 1973, and I told him about the calendars, and he was taping me, and he played it back to me, and my mom hit the roof! She was all worried that I would be in trouble for saying things so outlandish and totally far out there, or to quote my old pal also from the great COOLEY HALL H.H., Mister Russ Thaxton, I was blowing everybody's mind, especially Sir Count Von-Richard Lennon Marcucci Vamcucci's mind, back in the autumn months of that great and awesome fucking year of 1969!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! CONTACT, FCC, as in communications, you all know it stands for the mother fucking not Johnny fucker Jokester Faster FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and NO NO NO NO Nuclatron Offspring Nuclatron Offspring, NO NO NO NO, I absolutely do not believe in these wild ass never ending fucking 'coinkedeenks', me BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! “SO SAHWEE”, Mister Pearl 'CONTACT' 1996 Harbor SARAH MARYDRESS KRASSLEGREEN TRINITYBALCONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My message to the great and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA FOR THIS MONTH OF SEPTEMBER AS WELL AS THIS ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT YEAR OF 2019 IS THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, MIZZ LOVELY WONDERFUL SUSAN LUCCI ERIKA KANE OF ALL MY CHILDREN TELEVISION SHOW OF THE GREAT HORROR YEAR OF NON-BEATLEJUICE 1983, MIRROR JUMPED BY PERHAPS FIVE STINKING MONTHS, YO!!!!

THIS IS NOT A SUNRAM RED ALERT, KIND SHERIFF KJM, SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUT THIS IS A MARK W.M.H. MOHR FLORIDA

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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4:35 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAYMORNING

9 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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LUNAR PHASE----WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7

The ACE HARDWARE as many of you most likely know and remember, told me several weeks ago in the middle summer time somewhere, that there product would rid me of my rodent problem. IT HAS NOT!!!!!!!!!!! I do not blame the ACE people however, as this is merely more proof that what is going on around me, and endlessly mother fucking surrounding my hellish nightmare life here on this EARTH-PLANET; is not in any way ever going to conform with normal rules and regulations that have meaning for the rest of the populations that are around me. This is because I have DIED AND GONE TO HELL ON AUGUST 15, 1986 IN THAT CHERRY HILL HOUSE BEDROOM THAT DAY, AND THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now looking at this rodent problem as normally as possible for me to do, it has become obvious that this thing in here may look like a mouse or whatever it is, but in fact, IT IS SOME TYPE OF A RODENT-DROID!

Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, I have placed a letter in the mail system to the Florida Board of Health, to complain about this horrendous building, where many illegal authorities I believe, are all co-conspirators in just another of so many public housing finance schemes to cheat all of us who are indeed paying our fair share rent, and they get the rest of their money and MORE, through the federal subsidiaries that we all know about, unless we were born last night, or have 'IQ' numbers that are well below seventy. When I complained to management, as well as the maintenance-repair peeps here; they refused to help, and even came in to the apartment where I showed them where these horrible fucking things are coming from in my bathroom, and they totally refused to do one thing about it. IF THIS IS NOT AGAINST THE LAW, I DON'T MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHAT IS, SHERIFF KJM, KIND 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When it is not nabes illegally persecuting and annoying me with screams and bangs, and all their drug whack related dogshit, it is fire alarms that never quit, and when it is not those fucking cunt things, Sheriff sir; then it is rodents and roaches all over the place, WITH ABSOLUTELY NO WAY TO EVER BE RID OF THEM; and this is INHUMAN, and if it is not, it should be totally ILLEGAL!!! I've mother fucking lived with horrendous shit before I came here to this nightmare hellhole building, BUTT absolutely NOTHING WHATSOEVER LIKE 'THISssssssssss'; NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, Mizz AMC-SLEK!!!! This is mother fucking beyond REEEEEEDEEEKAWUS on steroids!!!

To allow a pathetic special education person to be tormented and tortured from the day he was born until the day he mother fucking dies is nothing short of a major CRIME, SHERIFF KJM, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will also say thissssssssssssssssssssssssss to anyone willing to listen. A truly advanced society always judges other societies by the way it treats or 'mistreats' its weak, frail, defenseless people, especially in their elderly years, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir, BRO! Someday if these blogs survive future Trumpism/destruction with his takeover as the future King of t his nation and his total rule over what once was free and wonderful, that enlightened future is then already out there and indeed, fucking judging how I am being absolutely mistreated by this current so-called wonderful free and fair nation!!!!!!!

It is so pitiful how mike Patterson still believes all we need to do is pray and have faith and read our bibles. It brings me to tears how this world has somehow been completely misinformed and betrayed by this advanced future society, somewhere out there, most likely in fifth dimensional hyperspace. He will go to his grave as did Dave Roth, in his ignorance and pathetic naïve hopes. May goddess bless him, Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No one is going to convince me that I am not being intentionally tortured. ACE assured me that these poisons would kill these fucking things, and NOTHING, Sheriff sir, nothing at all. Also, I never should have had to lose everything I had up there in Jersey and need to run down here to Florida with just the cock sucking clothes on my back, BUTT I did, because the CJS sir, REFUSED TO DO ITS JOB. It's so mother fuckign laughable how the authorities preach to us, such as on my day of Jury Duty back on Monday the 19^th. Things work “their way”, not ours. That is simply NAUT REALITY, son, Dennis Snyder. I too know a lot about mother fucking reality kind sir. I am not the bad guy here, yet everyone is totally Tellosian-influenced to just keep right on mother fuckign hating my miserable stinking rotten guts, and just jkeep right on stealing from me, ripping me off, raping my life, raping me as a youth literally, and on and on and on and on and on and on and on I can go here, and everyone deep in their cunt chewing soul knows that I am speaking the total absolute truth in all these things that I am saying on this fucking ass blog right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, when I verify that I am able to legally talk, I plan to tell a lot of things pertaining to that day of jury duty that I did. Still it takes no fucking Einstein brain to see the incredible HALLS FAWCES AT WORK HERE LATE THIS SUMMER, interfering in every possible way with my attempts to get somewhere with my ideas that involve the professor and the FIU down in Miami. This includes the jury duty, the goddamn fucking Hurricane Gray Everyoung, AKA Dorian, Mikes car blowing up, and on and on and on and on and on and on I can go here, Sheriff sir, and wonderful “NG-ADS” as well, and any and all other “Antimatter space” AAT folks tuning in from out there in 'photon-projection' (the future)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oprah Winfrey may be wonderful, so WOW, and

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, Dock WONG-WRONG.

NUMDWATATES NOTE N1

5:21 Post Meridian

Sunday afternoon, 8 September, 2019

Lunar Phase: Waxing Gibbous 3:7

Fire alarms are continuous this weekend, and sleeping is virtually impossible. Ever since that horrendous mother fucking two day death siege on me last week, things have really become another major period of relentless goddamn hell for me here in this shithole Florida and this shithole public housing place, where those forced and oppressed into endless poverty, have no other cherce Mister Archie Bunker, to live in, other than perhaps underneath a cock sucking bridge somewhere out in the elements and exposed to many continuous dangers even more monstrous than here in this sub human hellhole. No one will ever tell me that an entire lifetime of perpetual and absolute inescapable HELL ON EARTH for me, is just some randomly occurring nightmare situation that surrounds me in nothing other than endless happenstance and coincidences of quintessential ugliness. NO ONE! I know better because I am trapped here IN ENDLESS MERCILESS FUCKING CUNT CHEWING HELL ON STEROIDS, and no matter what I ever have tried to do to improve my station and my circumstances, it is blocked and thwarted by some organized real life honest to badness force out there that a 1990 coworker of mine at a Camden, New Jersey licorice plant called, “THE FAWCES”. Naturally he got the idea from the seventies movie, “STAR WARS”. But that is not my pernt, Mister Archie, other than for saying that this entire mess in a royal pain in the twat would be the epitome of understatement for crissake!

I do not believe, as the AAT folks do, that these nightmare problems and situations manifesting around me forever and ever, come from “out there somewhere”. I personally totally believe, and with very excellent reasons for doing this; that my problems come from some real gargantuan hyperspace equation. So what is a hyperspace equation? Well lovely Joann/a, let's explore this shall we! I believe that all the worlds that our minds tune into while we DREAM OFF OF THE GREAT TIMELESS ASTRAL-PLANE or (Purgatory), are totally connected as one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fifth dimensional fabric called SPACE-TIME-MIND, and our giant souls or spirits, the real true us's, dream off of the Astral Plane and out into this hyperspace of virtually limitless parallel universes. As I type this out at 5:36 and for absolutely no rational or logical reason whatsoever folks, a screen just popped up that pertains to my files only not a screen used by OPEN-OFFICE program but the files used when I want to burn a disc or copy some music. I 'exed out' of it, but this happened for no logical reason, and I report things that continue to do this, and will go on fucking doing just that until the die that I physically leave this body that I'm stuck in or as you may say, until the day that I 'die'.

All night while trying to sleep, or day I suppose would be more accurate to say here folks, I had wild nightmares about this building where I am living, something that happens not all the time, but when it does happen, it is always during times where here in the WAKING WORLD, the shit in this place is major, and we always seem to get back to something that I fully misunderstood back in the year of 1980, and the incident that I blogged about over and over on numerous blogs throughout my entire blog-project called (THE BOM), and I speak of the RPL coworker muscleman who said to me on afternoon during shift-change time, “Dude, you're haunted”. This followed him hearing me ask some peeps standing near to him by the employee time clock, “Okay peeps, just what is going on around here because I know something is as I dreamed into here and saw it go down”. Haunted? No, not haunted. BUTTTTT, this is HYPERSPACE-EQUATION. And all of my waking world woe-wiz-me's are indeed coming and stemming from these parallel universe locales that I appear to be visiting while you mortal folks out here call “my sleeping”. I know that this literally IS the entire mess in a fully fucking compressed nutshell. THAT'S THAT, Mister Esolph, in other words, but still Lenny Briscoe sir, shall we attempt now to explore this a bit, yo?

I knew when I posted the previous blog, “NUMDWATATES NOTE M”, that the MILITUFORCE or HALLS FAWCES, would retaliate for some of the statements made by me, as well as lots of pot shot innuendos and clever digs on so many topics that pertain to me and my Morianity and my hellish eternal nightmare life here on the EARTH-PLANET!!!! I was absolutely correct, and sure enough, wild nightmares followed me across the barrier of fifth dimensional hyperspace, and waking me over and over to endless fire alarms. I am imagining, to quote another coworker and pal of mine from the early nineteen-nineties, over at the Thompson Consumer Electronics plant, where we were both security officers, Mister Arthur Crane, and I quote him totally verbatim here peeps, yo; “Mark, you're imagining VERY LITTLE if any of this shit around you”. His reasoning was that it was being done and again I quote him with 100% accuracy, “By the National Security Agency”. BUTTTTTT, what would the NSA have to gain by fucking up somebody's entire life who is not a spy, and never did a damn thing to anybody. “Be real” here folks, as Bob Schleigh would say back in 1980 at the Mac-Andrews & Forbes Licorice Plant. I have broken no laws. I am a law abiding United States citizen, legally born in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania on 12-04-1954 at 9:30 on that Saturday morning. If I had done something worthy of their persecution and endless fucking harassment and death siege that is being pummeled upon me for four plus decades now, then why Sheriff Mascara sir, oh great wonderful LEO (Law Enforcement Officer), would I not have been prosecuted a long-ling-lang time ago by the legal authorities known as the American CJS (Criminal Justice System)?????????? Gimme' a mother fucking bwake here, willya' Mizz 1985 Margie Leo, yo yo yo yo SIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now in this nightmare, my across the hallway nabes and one third of my major NUKE-TRIAD NABES FROM HELL here in this public housing nightmare fucking building from total DOGTOWN (HELL), they were throwing some huge major Christmas party. Things began to happen that are for the most part unbloggable if I wish to not have things get suddenly far worse for me. I do not know just who my audience is and just who is reading these blogs that I do. I know that not everyone is madly in love with me, nor do they wish great wonderful marvelous things to happen for me, not one tiny whittle mother fucking cunt lapping bit, me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S THAT, and to quote Mister Dennis Snyder here, “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SEPTEMBER 18, 2018,

TUESDAY AFTERNOON, AT 3:16,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 89 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 59%, AND THE

HEAT INDEX IS 97 DEGREES.

WIND IS ESE AT 8, AND RAINFALL IS 0.

“Now a little bit more on 'dreaming', verses having dreams, as well as where exactly all of these interactions are truly taking place”. I did not have the time to further explore these things the other day, because I need to tie in other things along with it, so that it all makes better sense to you, my Blogaud. I worked indirectly in the very start of the nineteen-eighties, in the entertainment bizz. I speak of the RPL Sound Studios of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG. To open up the subject, we will need to get back to the great plays of Sir William Shakespeare, and of course, his great world famous quotation of the world being a mere stage and all of us the actors or players in the game of life. Did you ever hear of a worldly play or show or movie where the characters were able and allowed to go off and just fully ad-lib and do their own thing all throughout it? Absolutely not. The great 'HALLS-FAWCES' knew from a very early stage in all of this with me, that I was unwilling to cooperate with them and 'play their game' on their 'movie set', called the Astral Plane Late Show, staring Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. I was given plenty of chances to correct the errors of my ways, but I am a very obstinate and stubborn person, and when my mind is made up, I am the epitome of rigidity and totally incorrigible. Naturally, I am just making up the name of the show here, for purposes of effect, and getting my point across as best as is humanly possible, to my Blogaud! To reiterate a bit here, DREAMS here in physical waking life on a planet we all call the Earth, is but a lower darker reality that results when our true spirit self or our ENERGY, is divided lawtronically by the square of the speed of light, or the constant, to quote the great Einstein, 'C'. Again, he said that E=MC SQ. So inverting the formula means that M=E/C-SQ. Even Holy Scriptures say that life here (physically) in contrast with truer spiritual existence, as like seeing through a glass darkly or dimly. It's right in the Bible for any of you to read, or just Google up the scripture about this, and you will have your proff to my facts. Remember people, we all are forever entitled to our opinions. But none of us are ever entitled to our facts. Reality is reality, and Einstein's great formula not only won WWll for us here is America, but it proves many truths about eternity and 'survival after death', looking at it humanly. But my point after all of this ranting on, is that we dream off of the Astral Plane or 'plankatory' as Morianity has coined this term. We have the center of this dream where we are inside of a clay structure that is biologically living as well as us. But other dreams are also taking place, both throughout the continuum of time in this universe, as well as in all of the varying times in all of the virtually countless parallel universes in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. It is not one dream, as we are not an electron. If we were, we would perceive all of time and all of the hyperspace as one truth that exists without separation. This is why subatomic particles such as electrons APPEAR to come in and go out quite mysteriously, of our reality. They don't really come from nowhere or vanish back into nothing, but rather they move along the fifth dimensional plane, hence this is why Morianity calls them fifth dimensional particles. Our minds and brains and bodies also of course, our made up of these many subatomic particles, and this is why our spirit or physical energetic counterpart, is able to do what ordinary folks call, HAVE DREAMS. So really, when we run out of energy after virtually limitless interactions in the Plankatory, we DREAM. It is one dream. However, our soul or true energy counterpart, is simply way too large to fit into one human type dream persona. This is why we all dream together and create the expanding nuclear hyperspace of so many parallel universes, where we can have our mega-dreams, all being US in truth, yet living parallel and different lives, in different times as well as in different universes. But there is a connection to our 'TOTAL DREAM' in each of our individual dreams. In every single dream, we are real and have a physical tangible and caporial body and life. Psychics have varying other concepts and do not believe this. To them, this 'dream world' is what they are deceived into seeing and perceiving through the monstrous sized illusion that is experienced. Hey, they're entitled to their opinions. I know better because I went past all of these illusions when I came to suddenly realize one day that such a thing as the 'TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECT', is the proof that Morianity is the best explanation at least so far, to explain all of the mysteries behind these endlessly unknown things. Towel Seepage Effect is the way that events and situations in one universe, and even in one time; can absolutely effect the way that things are, in the world where we live, and conduct our business, and our life. Soon, Morianity will tell huge stories where this TSE is part of the entire matter. Again, this is my total proof that things work at least to some degree, as Morianity and its teachings, say it does.

About Me

MARK WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)

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(GRANDSON OF GRACE ISABELE HUNTINGTON)

THE GREAT MIGHTY HUNTINGTON family. WOW Joanna, where will it ever 'endocrinologists', or END for that matter!

PROBABLY THE GREATEST UNKNOWN OF ALL!

Random is really just a disguised pattern!!!!!

Oh yes, President's Day of 2016, and good old GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 109

HERE WE MOTHER FUCKING GO AGAIN, AND I THOUGHT PRESIDENT'S DAY WAS A HOLIDAY FOR THE MARKET, BUT IT MUST BE TRADING, AS DOORS STARTED TO SLAM AT JUST SHY OF HALF PAST NINE AT OPENING BELL, AND THEN LESS THAN AN HOUR AFTER THAT, MY CABLE FROZE UP AND DIED, AGAIN. THAT IS TWICE NOW IN LESS THAN A WEEK, PUBLIC UTILITIES COMMISSION.

Well, I appear to be mistaken, no trading today. I am mother fucking man enough to admit when I am wrong, peeps.

Me and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe!

I wouldn't dare put Baby in the corner!!!!!!!!

I had a horrible mother fucking nocturnal experience early on Sunday morning. I was with Trump, and we were driving in one of his Mercedes automobiles, and he was speeding quite recklessly, and saying some wild shit to me that is not bloggable. Then he did something that activated one of those 'smart-car' devices that we all see on TV, where you command the music to play or the phone to dial someone up or whatever, from directions and GPS to where to find a place to take a fucking piss. It was night time, and I was in the passenger front seat, and all I will tell for now is that things are going on all over the localized hyperspace, and it has also done something to my Resident Manager of the building here where I reside, as ever since last week's fucking rectification appointment one week back today on the fucking cunt eighth, SHE HAS TOTALLY VANSISHED. I tried all the rest of the week to get to see her, regarding a note at my door late Monday afternoon or early Tuesday morning, regarding getting a parking permit as too many nabes here have more than one clunker parked overnight and one car is the limit by regulation, and rental agreement lease. I try and try every day, and no one will help me, and I am worrying about being towed, and will contact Sheriff Mascara soon, as I know I am being fucking cunt set up with this, along with my electrical and utility non ending assault. When you live in public housing, it is much easier for my Milituforce fucking dirt bag enemies to fuck with my utilities, than it is in a private dwelling. This is the major drawback, besides rotten nabes all over, and a zillion other fucking non pleasantries. These bastard enemies are all political, and it has been my no good jerk off distant fucking cousin all along. This began when he announced running for president last fucking cunt eating June, and it hasn't looked back, just as back in the late mother fucking eighties, when he used ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY on me, after I dared to use it and even admit to using it, down in Atlantic city's Trump Castle Casino, that later became the Marina Hotel Casino, go figure, Princess, and all other fucking Mary-Queen royalty!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me give THAT a fucking cunt ass wide turn, without any school buses catching god dam fucking fire, YO!!!!!!!! These horrible monster bastard clit lickers, cut off my anti-anxiety medication, and then enjoy throwing my anxiety through the roof just about every single day. I have a question to any and all religious mother fucking people on the planet. IF THIS IS NOT fucking cunt HELL, PLEASE INFORM THIS POOR OLD DIRT BAG SHIT EATING LOSER LIGHTWEIGHT, JUST WHAT HELL IS THEN????!!!!

Oh Sheriff, try not to hate me so much. I have tried so hard all of my life to be an honest, hard working, law abiding citizen of this country. But all I get is persecution and death siege. My life has been totally destroyed and wiped out.

These invisible HALLS FAWCES endlessly shielded so stealthfully behind those mighty and famous OZ-CURTAINS!!!!!!!!!!

I have stated that people don't have answers to many things, one such thing is why do we have to have such wild and bad weather from time to time? I think I said it on my very last prior blogging text as a matter of fact. Well, maybe the answer is indeed a biblical one. An eye for an eye, and a Magnesonic for a Magnesonic. Who can ever really know a damn thing, as the great philosopher, Mister Sigmund Malyeska would put it, back in the summer time of 1969?

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

NUMDWATATES NOTE N1

6:19 POST MERIDIAN

SUNDAY EVENING

8 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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When you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”? Yes, what can I say”? Yes folks, the great 1969 song that I wrote at age fourteen and a half years of age, shortly after that wild Atlantic City encounter with [[[[{{{((*LOVELY PATTY HHH*))}}}]]]], things like this simply put, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, JUST CANNOT BE MADE UP. This is too fucking ass fantastic for any great mind, or even collaborations of great talented minds, such as the (OTHER NON-HARRAH CASINO SJK HOLLYWOOD GROUPation), 'SJK', as in Spielberg, Geffen, and King. The Geffen character pronounces his surname as JEFF-EN. WOW-THIS; O.W. Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSS; the great song, “BURN WITH FIRE”, and the super great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, who went onto do numerous other fantastic musical type of projects, with really important peeps such as the wonderful National Football League (NFL), and many more also; told me in 1981, and I quote this fantastic human being, who is and was convinced of my homosexuality, A TOTALLY UNTRUE DEAL, BUT PEEPS ALL SEEM TO HAVE THEIR OWN OPINIONS, AND THEY ARE QUITE DAMN ASS ENTITLED TO THEM, YO; as Mashell Daniels would say back in 1980, at the wonderful RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS at 1100 State Street, and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; yes this great dude Mister Tom Glenn said to me over the phone shortly after he had helped me do my LOIS-FOCA song with his guitar arrangement, that the Copyright Office has to this very day, and I quote his words here quite absolutely verbatim, “It's overdue time for another FIRE song”. Yes my “BURN WITH FIRE” song from 1969 was of course after the great band had THEIR FIRE SONG, 'come on baby, light my fire', and so forth, but nobody has a copyright on the idea of fire in a song, yo. I learned through the years that it is not that difficult to make ever so slight alterations in any song, and that small change allows a writer to fully copyright a new song. If it is legally challenged, as with all things pertaining to the law at least here in good old great America, Cuzz Don; the almighty fucking dollar determines how great anyone has a chance to win a case. Money and nothing else, BUYS GREAT LAWERING, and the lack of money buys not so good lawering, and that's that, Mister Esolph. So if I am even close to another song that has powerful people who own the rights to it, I would be in deep trouble. But other powerful peeps can make the smallest alterations and have done so, in many of my songs throughout the past four plus decades now, and get totally scott free away with it, without ever having to pay me a single dime out of the many many millions of fucking bucks that they make in royalties. Hey, as Ziggy Malyeska said in 1969, and speaking of good old fucking 1969, “That's the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE and WOW!!!!

(VERSE-1)

I'm saying this to you boy

You bring me thrill and joy

When you just touch me What can I say

I want you real bad

You make me so glad

Just you and me boy

Please baby stay

The things you do to me

Beyond my fantasy

The way you hold me tight

Let's keep it hot tonight

Don't let it ever end

Oh baby let's pretend

Just say you love me

Make me feel all right

(CHORUS)

You make me burn with fire like a soul in hell

You bring me more desire than I could ever tell (No Microsoft, NAUT TELLOSIANS)

I'm gonna' love you baby 'till the end of time

Come on little baby, gonna' make you mine

You make me burn with fire, burn with fire, burn with fire, burn with fire

Bring me such desire such desire, make me burn make me burn make me burn with fire

WRITTEN BY MARK WAYNE M. H. MOHR

The second verse after the chorus was not written in 1969 but in 1981, right shy of the time that I had that talk with that great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn, while I was residing at where else, but good old freaking 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, with absolutely NO TOBYCOUCHES anywhere. So I will not type out the second verse of the song, since 1969 is what I am talking about right now. This was written for a female vocalist to sing, but good old Mister Glenn was just convinced for absolutely no reason whatsoever that pertained to logic, that my writing those words made me a stone cold fucking fagot, and in those times and days, that was a big black spot against anyone, as if I would have needed another one on top of the already zillion plus of them that surrounded me already for crissake, yo! It wasn't enough that Patty had me so fucked up in 1969, that I ended up getting evicted out of the apartment at 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont (Haddon Township), New Jersey,USA, ESMWG. No sympathy at all ever, for good old pathetic fucking diseased shithead MountAINPEN, huh world, huh Dorian, huh wonderful awesome Jehovah Goddess (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE)???????????????? And you say to me, I don't have the right to say the following two mother fucking things, yo? 1) LIFE SUCKS AND STINKS, and 2) I AM IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, YO! Hey man, I think the expression here that would be totally adequate as well as completely apropos, is “KMA”!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS!!!!!!!!

Dawn and the entire magical KING CLAN FROM HELL, sir Russell Thaxton who knows that I am totally 4-REALE, or at least for real; knows how major ass powerful that all of this mother fucking shit really is, as well as its total 'cosmic-value'. Maybe it is in hindsight, but I know that he knows it now, only yes folks, “it's way too damn late” now, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!

This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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« MORIANITY-2 OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, JWC2, DAY 00007, BLOG-C

MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO; OH YEAH, RIGHT.

THIS CAN ALL BE GOOGLED UP UNDER “CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY”. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even Lightning tried to warn me, as well as my dead mother did, once in a dollar store with my mom in a powerful 'dream', and then later on the FBI'AGENT'S porch right outside of the kitchen, when Dawn was in the local Hammonton town jail, and I came a whisker close to getting out of their diseased hell. BUT NO, this had been planned from before I ever even came into this world as the current-ME. But alas, I ENDED UP SCREWED, AND I LOST EVERYTHING AND MY LIFE HERE IN FLORIDA IS WORSE THAN IT WAS UP IN GODFDAMN FUCKING NEW JERSEY, NOT THAT A SINGLE SOLITARY SOUL CARES IN THE LEAST LITTLE FUCKING BIT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All they care about is Mark can get too many powerful name recognized peeps into shit that they don't need to be in, so SCREW FUCKING HIM!!!!!!!!!!! And that is why I love Senator Bernie Sanders, and I hate the fortune 500 capitalist PIGS! THAT is the long and the short of the whole damn thing. THAT is the entire deal all compressed and cunt lapping nut-shelled into one little ass ball!!!! That's the entire story, SHERIFF MASCARA, oh wonderful great and very kind sir, yo!!!! HA-HA-HA JANE Sleazeweedsdisease, YOU MISSED ME, YO ROTTEN BITCH WITCH!!!!

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

Live Camera from a random camera within the United States

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 of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me ON THIS ENTIRE SEPTEMBER ASSAULT ON ME, IN 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND this hell against me, CAUSING ME A MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS, AS WELL AS A NOISE PERSECUTION WITH MY TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES AND ANY OTHERS IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, & WHOEVER IS BRINGING ME RODENTS AND ROACHES, AND HACKING MY COMPUTER AND TELEVISION SYSTEM, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. 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

NUMDWATATES NOTE M1

5:15 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SUNDAY MORNING

8 SEPTEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

STATS ON THE 'BOM' BLOG:

Aug 24, 2019 5:00 AM – Aug 31, 2019 4:00 AM

Mountainpen's LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

Sunday, September 8, 2019

CURRENT PHASIE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 F.Q.

WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6

WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5

WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4

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Two points are going to be made on this blog which will NAUT, Mizz Blake and all other AAT-BLOGAUDIANS out here, be a long winded numerous boring pages blog, IPYT!

First point is about how many people that it takes to either incredibly bless or ruin any of our lives. Being quite damn blunt about it; we all know it only takes one person to do either one. If you get capped by a nutcase gang shooter who needs to make his or her bones to join, and you are DOA at your local hospital, it only took one person to do absolute and quintessential harm to you. If somebody who needs to get an item in a store who is behind you in line, asks you to trade places because they are in a terrible hurry and are late for a doctors appointment, and they offer you a five dollar bill and a fistful of Power-Ball lottery tickets, and one of these tickets wins you 700,000,000 dollars the following day, again, it took only one person to make your life totally giddy ass wonderful and marvelous, financially anyway. With me, I never had anyone on my positive end of the 'human' electromagnetic spectrum', and I had a dozen or two who most definitely were on my negative end of the 'human' electromagnetic spectrum', and to reiterate my point, it really only takes one really good one or one really bad one to utterly wreck, devastate, ruin, and totally decimate and destroy anybody's life. This is a fact every bit as real as the fawces we all call 'LUCK'. Now most of the time, in excess of 99% I am quite positive, no one person causes another, the epitome of a life change, either positively or negatively; but then most people do not get fatally struck by lightning either. Still, it does happen, both with Diana, as well as one person doing absolute good or bad to anyone of us at any given time. So let us take this fact that any rational mind must agree with, and then deal it down just a little bit. Let us say that one or two dozen people are the average amount of these folks around anyone of us during our lives as human beings here on the Earth-Planet, and move on with this discussion based on this more average and conservative numbers game. With me, I can honestly say that I never ever had one single person who at this present time second in my mind, that I can say would score one single point on my life's ledger on the positive right-black side of the bookkeepers notes. On the other hand, on the negative side, I had as I said, about one to two dozen lovely folks who have scored major left-red numbers on my bookkeepers notes. 'That is just reality son', and I do not have time to be funny on this blog and post a CAP in here of funny-face lookalike to Mister Dennis Snyder from up in Jersey. Now out of the people who took large sums of money from me, I admit openly that they are not on the top of the list for those who marked up by ledger notebook in huge large left sided red numeration, proving again, MONEY ISN'T EVERYTHING, despite the words of wisdom from other great wisdom-men, one in particular being the great illustrious Mister Leon Mitryk of Burlington, New Jersey, back in the sixties and seventies. He and I had that powerful conversation one late morning in his car where he told me as a sixteen year old youth, about, “The almighty DOLLAR”. This has been blogged numerous times on previous and non precious blogs!

The two people on the very top of the negative ledger book, who in my best guess and opinion that is based on numerous powerful things, many touched on in many prior blogs, and many not yet talked about; are a man and a womabn who believe it or not, in real estate terms, are quite connected, and I know for a fact shared their enjoyment of alcoholic beverages in several bars as younger peeps, in Gloucester City, New Jersey. I doubt that they ever met or knew each other, but who can know anything for sure if it is not known? Still, I have a great respect for synchronicity, and I do not believe as most shrinks do, that putting associations of things together, is not a rational form of thinking. It does not mean that things are indeed always connected, but I do promise that they certainly can be, and to just dismiss things of synchronized values because the mental health society encourages it, is nothing short of allowing ourselves to literally be blackmailed through threat of sociological ostracization. I refuse to be intimidated or threatened by the American Psychiatric Association (APA) or anyone else attempting to legislate how I think abnd feel about my own personal things and my life. Screw them all is my damn attitude, now that I have managed to get off of their meds and not be under their control and legislative power. I do not have disdain for proper authority and or proper legislative processes, BUT folks, I have great anger and animosity towards those bullies out here or most definitely are abusing their power and authority over us and literally attempting to remove all of our freedoms, one by one, and hidden in the clever forces of gradualism. Yes two people are responsible for the total destruction of my life by OTHER-WORLDLY FAWCES, who in my opinion, began hounding me and wiping me out, as am immediate direct result of my interactions with these two lovely peeps. These peeps are Patricia Hollister and James T. Burr. The joke on the entire cosmos with all of this, with the biggest laugh on me I would suppose, is that these peeps did not have anything against me. I honestly don't fucking think that either one of them woke up on any morning whatsoever, thinking to themselves, “Gee willagars, how can I really fuck Mark up”. Again, I said, I don't think.

Still folks, remember that it only takes interactions from one single person, in any big way, normally invisible at the time it is happening, and poof, lights out, or for the lucky amongst us out there, lights bright and full of lovely colors.

Folks, Mister Smith of Cooley Hall, told me that when real evidence shows me that something is not imagined in my head, such as the message on the blackboard that could only have been written because of what Mizz Zenkiss said to him while I was off at that other magical school at the Ellisberg Circle; that even if it seems hard to swallow and is very unbelievable, then it should be taken quite seriously. I always had weird things around me since I was knee high to a small Chi-dog and so adults around me when I was still growing up, often thought of me as very imaginative. I wish that I had that much imagination and talent for making things up. Actually, I stink at it. I tried to write some totally fictional books back at Jenny's #10 trailer after the turn of this millennium and believe me, they totally stunk. I am no fiction writer. I do not imagine shit, nor do I make shit up. But still, this was what the folks around me believed and they still do, and this is why I blogged so many times about that day with Mister David Leigh Smith at the Cooley HH Hall. Even Mister Smith who thought that I had some wild delusions and fantasies, let me know quite openly, that I did not imagine that lovely student teacher Mizz Zenkiss had spoken to him concerning me, and that caused what he wrote on the blackboard in an English Lecture that showed the difference between sentence prepositions and all that English hocus pocus. The message said, “He runs away every time that I come near”. Hey, I did, because she was chasing me, and I knew it. I do not imagine shit!

Jane Sleazeweedsdisease is trying to get at me with her mouse prompt of four ones being displayed, and I am doing all that I can to mother fucking ignore it. Still it is really fucking pissing me off, so I am going to write in some rows of five numbers.

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I am past the page of ugliness, and ha-ha to Mizz Witchbitch. Now I am getting a fucking fire alarm going off at nine minutes past six on this rotten Sunday morning. It is as if HALLS FAWCES just had to 'get me', to quote lovely Debbie BLONDIE Harry, “One way or another”, or put in coded but not digicode form, “Girl I'll Tell You Anything”. Hey gimme' a fucking bwake willya' Mizz Margie Leo from 1985 @ Caldor Department Store? I mean I just ran away from her best friend back at 1801 underneath me in that apartment, that Playboy Bunny, and moved into the rental home at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey, where I then went onto do that song along with a dozen others on a musical project that is numbered Pau-Non Paula King, with some quite interesting other numbers, may I also add in here without being thought of as too crazy by Dock Huang or however that SVU dude spells his name, pronounced as WONG. I say, Mizz Olivia Benson Arliss Hollister, add a 'R' letter to WONG, as he most definitely is wrong in my books. Nobody will ever convince me that denying synchronicity is a mentally healthy piece of psych advice!!!!!!! So a big fat WEEEEEEEEEEE for Sir Chester-Frank, yo! Gee whiz, it is 6:17 and the fire ladder has arrived here and has deactivated the fire alarm. To quote a lovely waitress from the great Sugar Hill Eats in Harlem, NYC, guys; “THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”. Please don't puke it up now pretty Gab. TANKS!

“Okay the name of this song is don't 'EF' around with magnetics”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

What's wrong?

PAu000724407

1984

Where are the real three stooges here folks, as in Chris Blum, Doctor Nothisproblem, and James Redfield, when you need them; Mister Randy Vanwarmer, sir? Great song dude!!!!!!

'WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW', I LOST 75 POUNDS, Mizz O.W.

When I arrived in Florida, I weighed 285 pounds, lovely Oprah Winfrey, if you must know; and I weighed in last night at 210 pounds. Thank you for your postcard in '88. Your gal pal doesn't remember squat about Purgatory next to what I do, just in case you may be remotely interested, lovely lady!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

I am losing an average of just over eight pounds per year and my advice to people looking to loose weight, from lovely Sarah Ferguson to the Queen of the Denile Dock WONG-WRONG APA CLUB, is just let it happen as with all great things done with the HALLS FAWCES, through never ending and relentless continuous gradualism, yo! Hey, this is my opinion, oh lovely 'AMC' MIZZ SLEK, BUTT, thisssssssssssssss still is my opinion, and the lovely Mizz Mashell Daniels of RPL SOUND STUDIOS has entitled me to it back in the summer time of the year 1980, & my Cooper Hospital “COWORKER”. The curse of looking younger than my years never ceases to amaze me, 'EVEN NOW' in these cold gray days of NON-DORIAN and non DECEMBER, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, at this rate, by the time I am seventy, I will be weighing in at approximately 165 pounds, where I was after leaving the illustrious fucking COOLEY HH HALL! Imagine thisssssssssssssss, Bob McDowell, retired Chairman of the FCC, and me' ol' school chum pal from Dan Mackey's and Mildred young's great classes of special education for us wonderful exceptional kids, not clueless weird-chord HAHA Icabod Crane kids of lovely 1981 Mizz Kim Wilde!!!!!!!!!! No folks, don't try losing weight real fast, in true and real life, that works for about five percent or less who try braving through that nuclear bombshell, yo. IPYT. Everything done in moderation and with gradualism, me' wonderful BROS out here, and SIS's too!

As for the second of me' ol' two pointed blog for today, it is about the YYYYYYYYYYYYY's of my endless and unrelenting persecution by these diseased sicko MILITUFAWCES. Let us explore this with all lovely Joann's and Rhonda's all over the place. When I stopped blogging for two and a half years, some were amazed that the persecution kept right on going. Hey numb skulls, it was there long before Christopher Bennett ever put me onto bogging back at the end of 2005 leading to my January of 2006 Morianity 'EOH' blogs beginning. Some thought that gee whiz BRAHHHHHH, it seems the forces want me to get up here and say all sorts of wild shit to maybe give them ideas for making their billions, such as that example comment I shared back at the start of this blog, when that person said on a comment, that my blog was the blog that was making them a whole lot of fucking money out in Cali, quote end of quote. Some think the forces want to learn stuff, and so they pound me so I will get up and do real doozie blogs. Some think that and some think it is about the money, and some think other things and on and on we can go, while we explore this with all lovely Rhonda's, evening the fantastic wrestling ones. Well rather than bore anyone or waste time, the simple truth is that none of this is true. Only these sicko gods playing their sicko games explains this shit around me, and nothing else in the world does, NOT EVEN MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTIANITY, and that is just reality son, Mister Dennis Snyder yo. The shit going on around me does not change and it endlessly mother fucking continues. Even on deaths door, it stays exactly the same, and yes, I HAVE DIED OVER AND OVER AGAIN, and I doubt seriously that dying soon again, is going to allow my escape. I said this before and I reiterate again now, for everyone else, it appears that DEATH swallows up their HELL eventually. For me however, HELL seems to have somehow magically swallowed up my DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Study scripture, as it talks about some powerful shit just like this, and yes lovely Erica of All My Kids, just like 'thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss' too, sweetie pie, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

No folks, the fawces have no particular or discernable rhyme nor reason for many things that they do, especially around me and my life. I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE YOU MORE ANSWERS. I WOULD FUCKING LOVE TO GIVE ME MORE ANSWERS. IF I EVEN CAN, BELIEVE ME PEEPS, I GODDAMN WILL, YO!!!!

***ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES***

This blog is to tell you that I live in a hellhole of rodents, roaches, blaring fire alarms, drug whacked nabes, and zillions of unpleasant and extremely unsanitary conditions that are absolutely sub human and sub standard, and only in this messed up Trump Wealthy Wall Street Nation would these things ever be allowed to go on like this, totally unchallenged, decade after decade and miserable mother fucking decade!!!!!!!!!!!!! This and the two points about how lives are changed by those around us and many times by a very small few, and also about the fact that no one will ever be able to get to the bottom of what is being done around me by this diseased filthy subskummite MILITUFORCE. If the country doesn't wake up out of this totally fucking wesley Crusher TNG STAR TREK SICKO GASME GAME, and damn soon, and come to their senses and elect Senator Sanders as President #46, then here is my promise to you within ten years, three fucking things, watch them all come true, in mother fucking spaces folks!!!!

First, the planet will become unlivable without aides for our grandchildren for these climate denying assholes. Second, anyone with a net worth of under a hundred thousand bucks will have lives as bad as mine or almost, and within fifteen years. Third, your chances of being the victim of a GUN CRIME unless you stay a total shut in, will be approximately one in one hundred, every single quarter century. That is every single man, woman, and child in good old “HAHAHA ICABOD WHO CRANE DONNIE BOY GUN LOVER, the U.S.A. AND AS I SAID, MARK THIS DOWN, AND SEE IF YOU CAN PROVE THE MOUNTAINPEN FUCKING WRONG. YOU JUST GO RIGHT AHEAD; IGNORANT DAMN FOOLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now for a very interesting CAP job folks:

READ THE AFTER CAP JOB TOO, YO!!!!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 19

It is a very strange feeling to know that you died and went to hell. No one on Earth will believe you, so if it should ever happen to anyone else, may the gods take pity, although that is doubtful. They sure as shit sugar take none on me. I was just in a parallel world with my father, who was acting strangely even for him. It involved some DVD movies, an area in Philadelphia that does not exist here in this world, and I don't think those particular movies exist in that one either, and I'll come to that in a minute, as it is major. It also involved a couple of very strange extremely overweight women that my dad seemed to know from the area there, and it involved my telephone, as well as the video store where I was trying to purchase those movies. First off, here in this waking world, I have a list printed up, or had one, on my word program documents. It appears to have mysteriously vanished, as I know that it can be in one of two places, the most recent NOTES PAGE, or the PERSONAL PHONEBOOK PAGE. However, after carefully checking those two pages, it is not there. I remembered wanting to get these movies from being me here, and although I was inside my double over there who was making the purchase, I decided to take over my double and become a T3E. I wanted to try and make him purchase these half dozen movies on my list. He had already begun to strike up a conversation with some dude who was employed at this local area video store, that was not a large chain. As I was about to tell him what I was looking to buy, only one movie came to mind, and my mind was totally blanked out concerning the others. I have come to realize that these movies don't exist over there, so when you lose memory of something that over here you would have a clear memory to, a gap-out or block-out, as has happened to me here as you all know; then this is when it could very well be being caused by a T3E indwelling inside of you and trying to take you over to have you do or not do something. It seems this is how it works. If you try and make your doppelganger buy a movie that never was made there in a parallel universe, he or she by merely being physically attached to their own universe, will try desperately to reason out what they are doing, and this causes you to have your own memories of it while there, blocked and gapped out as well. As I speak at 56 minutes past 11 on Saturday morning, 26 December of 2015, I am getting a fucking right side death angel attack. As for the telephone, my father was trying to do something questionable with my landline telephone, at the behest of these two huge lady friends, who he seemed to know from where we all were living, in some very high hilly area of Philadelphia; and it was not in the Roxboro section. The phone was the old square desk landline phone, with button tone dialing, and was white. Somehow in this parallel world, I had some weird cellphone with me at the video-store, that was just two blocks away from our place; and I was being given the warning signal, or my double was. I noticed that when I could not tell what I wanted, the employee had gone back into a store room area; so I just left and rushed up a hill, and back to my residence. when I saw what was going on, my double freaked out, and I was not in control, and just continued in the experience, observing the events there, as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON (T-1-E). This annoying mother fucking SPACING-HACK is cunt lapping murder; FCC Bob McDowell, FBI, and ACLU, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, moving on, I watched my double take the white telephone and do something to some connecting bunch of wires, that caused whatever my father had done, to become totally deactivated. Then I flipped and yelled, and sat down, and began staring up at the ceiling. This is when the two ladies walked in and just stood there near to where my father was still standing, also real pissed off. I began cursing out GOD, really badly. You know, the old spiel of all of the shit that is happening and wrong is GOD'S fault, and I was using horrible and disgusting swear words. When I had finished, I got up and began walking out onto my porch, and the ladies followed me out and began under their breath, saying all sorts of rebuking crap to me, and I got mad, and called them, ''fat old meddling fools'', and told them to get away from me. Then the black one, as one was white and one was black, and they had to weigh at least 350 pounds each; grabbed me and threw me about eight feet and I tumbled and rolled off of my porch, and onto the sidewalks of the Philadelphia streets. My head banged into a telephone poll and when I stood up, I was dizzy and fell back down. This is when the white lady grabbed me and lifted me up in front of her by my arms, with such force, that I thought my poor flabby arms were going to literally implode. Then she walked me up the street to her house about three down from mine, took me inside, and smacked me around, knocking me into all kinds of lamps, and just like in the dam movies, I heard glass shattering real loud as I kept continually flying into furniture objects, over and over. After about two minutes, she grabbed one of my arms super tight again and pushed me right into a thin wall that seemed to separate the house from a tiny one car garage, and I went went through the partition and struck an automobile that was parked inside of this garage, so hard; that I remember feeling my entire hip breaking. I tried to limp towards the open garage door that led out to the street, but I fell down, and then she began kicking me in the head, and in my ribs, breaking my ribs, and making me cough up blood. I tried to escape the horrible fate of my doppelganger at this point, and kept telling myself that I am in a parallel universe, and need to completely leave there. Instead however; I found myself eight blocks away, down this long city hill of small row type homes that Philadelphia is so known for, and I seemed to be totally OK and 'uninjured', to quote Mister Star Trek Spock. A beautiful young girl of twenty give or take a year or so was right there, and she seemed to know me from that parallel. We talked as we began walking back up the hill, and she told me that my father would end up wiping out my life if I don't find a way to either move far away or else have him arrested, as over there, he had a serious criminal record, and I later learned from her, that this towel-seepage was somehow connected to why the FBI wanted to talk to him back in the days when my mom was told to come into their Philadelphia offices, for some questioning upon several occasions, as told about on several previous blogging texts. Further details to all of this can wait for still other future blogs, but I did come to learn that this was the same girl who I used to like a lot back in the City Center School, on 20^th And Chestnut Streets, when I there, back in the days of the Kennedy assassination. Her name was Esther Pinkston. She was a white hot jet black lovely goddess, even at age nine, and I remember even back then, wanting to hold her and kiss her, and if I had been a couple of years older, I know I would have been out of my skull wanting to hit that, as they say! Time in parallel worlds does not need to make sense and be in some equally running continuum. In this world, Esther Pinkston would be my age, around age 61, yet over there, I was about fifteen years younger, mid fortyish, yet she was less than half my dam age at maybe 20. My mom was totally out of the picture in this parallel world, also. More about this wild 25-TRIP, Mister Marcucci, Beatles, and others; can wait for later on, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 26, 2015,

EARLY ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:28,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-81/L-72).

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY IS 82,

ALONG WITH CONSIDERABLE CLOUDINESS.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 79%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 85.

WIND IS ESE AT 17, GUSTING TO 27.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES-0.

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment pt. 2.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

The U. S. Copyright Office has the copy of this, on a cassette tape, from 1988 and 1989.

Peeps; I only report the news, I don't make it.

Having the Exploratronic Supermind Society personally working against you and your life since birth, and connected into your entire family as well, as James T. Burr seemed to totally know about way back in the middle nineteen-seventies; is, to quote the Amazon giants of all types, totally soul crushing. I wish the mighty fucking MUFON people would try and assist me, and render some aid to a dying pathetic and pitiful dam dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!