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PLEASE TAKE THIS AS THE WARNING IT IS MEANT TO BE, PEEPS!

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

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Yes folks,I really wish that someone, somewhere, would somehow, some day, grow a human conscience, and damn-ass

MEEEEEEEE.

BUTTERFIELDS and BUT, I know this won't happen for one fantastic powerhouse reason which is none other than the HUNTINGTON GODDAMN CURSE on me; a curse that has gone on for more than two millennia now. As Uncle Billy would say, on that wonderful and great old movie called, “It's A Wonderful Life”, “Boy oh boy oh boy Georgie”! How about, Marky? Jeeeeeeeeeze-Louise for crissake, LITERALLY, from his half human 62^nd grand-kid from this mortal world here in the blown out fifth dimensional hyperspace. WOW these road construction mother fuckers are gonna' be working here making unholy sounds for months, I suppose. What a bunch of mother fucking dogshit on steroids, with those rotten ass stenches from goddamn DOGTOWN to match, yo!

Yes great people, and even great folks of the AATS, unless there is a way of bringing about more and better relatability, THEN I AM FOREVER ENDLESSLY WASTING BOTH YOUR TIME AND MY TIME. To quote New Jersey's great dude from Elm, Sir D. Snyder near the great Mullica Police Station and Post Office, “That's just reality son”! The man was indeed telling it like it was, and still is, and always will be; and to quote another person from DOGTOWN, or hopefully there right now although there, there is no now or any other time reality, Mizz Dawn-Marie King who wiped out my life completely and entirely in 2008 and 2009; “It is what it is”, and yes, she too, is and was, and will always be correct there, with those Marcucci words of wisdom from THIS SIDE OF THE GREAT QUEEN'S POND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey 'be real' here for a minute willya', Mister Camden, New Jersey, Jefferson Street, 1980, Bob Schleigh sir; I am not saying that anyone knows whether the great magnetic train tracks of Voorhees, New Jersey near the Robin Hill Apartments, or the great Liverpool, England's underground tunnel system either, is how Mister Count Von Marcucci was able to come to COOLEY H.H. Hall, but I do know that I can always wonder just what indeed is happening all around me for the past fifty plus mother fucking turd chewing years, me' kind folks out here. SOMEONE HACKED OUT ME' OL' SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM AGAIN, AT SIXTEEN MINUTES PAST EIGHT THIS MOUUUURNING, YO, and I had to go off and boot up and come back, and now it is working again, yo. WOW THAT, spoon dancer Oprah land owner and all other beach sweeping barnacle cleaners of all of transdimensional hyperspace out here, wherever you may be reading this from yo!!!!!!!! And the SPACEBAR-HACK is back in full force now, FCC, FBI, ACLU, Sheriff KJM, and local and state of Florida LEO systems. WEEEEEE!!!!!!! 'BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP'; backhoe's are so fucking cunt annoying when we have to endure them all day long, day after day after day, SHERIFF, SIR, ButTERFIELDS and big ass BUTT but, I suppose we do need to keep our road systems in constant damn repair!!!! You fucking cunt missed me there, Mizz Uglydirtsadoodle Jane Notfondauonebit, so TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE, you rotten witch!!!!!!!!! BUTTERFIELDS BUTT BUT, I'll still put up a small ASTRAL-GROUPATION OF 5 #'S, YO!!!!!

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Hey Jayjay Evans, what can I say? Life totally sucks bigger pricks than KW's. That is about all that I can say. Whoooaaaaa, I hate this horrible bullshit more than I can say, all oldie but goodie tunes notwithstanding, yo!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Yes the two good things that happened while I was out before all of DOGTOWN then broke losses after coming back home, were not things I care to tell you, because I would also be telling enemies who mean me absolutely no good whatsoever, yo peeps, so for now, just trust me that two great things happened,and we can always do a James Files Rockford here, and “Get back to this” later on. Hopefully, no one will end up with broken noses or loosened teeth, Mister Maverick, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA!!!!!!!

Yes as late June closed out this year, THE MILITUFORCE MOST DEFINITELY stepped up an already nasty assault on me by them, and things have not looked back since. WOW!!!

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But now it is the final week in Hollistertober, and that is a full third of a year later on, and so let me try and keep things more current while making sure I lay all necessary foundations as well as repeat any needed items so that we all might otherwise forget important shit that all ties endlessly fucking together with an ENDLESS NOW PRESENT HELLISHNESS AKA Mountainpen's Perceptual Earth-Planet Dogtownism. Jeepers creepers all mighty landowners and barnacle cleaning beach sweeping maintenance personnel of magnetic train tunnels and time-slips, huh Professor Kaku, of the mighty and wonderful NEW YORK UNIVERSITY (NYU)???????

Patterns cannot be ignored. Recently, as soon as one of these mother fucking asshole annoying nabes, either in unit 605 or unit 707, begins making loud and intentionally harassing noise against me, so does the other one. Just past noon, my upstairs mother fucking pricks in 707 started throwing furniture all around again, Sheriff sir. Then a few minutes later, that fat slob ILLEGAL GUEST of the lady in 605 began slamming the door incredibly fucking hard. I knew I would be eating dogshit before this happened, because ninety minutes earlier, give or take, the MILITUFORCE shot me with a MAJOR FUCKING DEATH BEAM ASSAULT, totally fucking up my goddamn heart rhythm, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, what a totally mother fucking screwed up world we live in. I know you agree with me, Sir 99-Bombs-PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh what to do with it all, Mister Mike McNulty, kind sir from autumn of 1971; YO BRRRRRR! Hey PH, YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Me' buckin' ears are under me buckin' hat, Mister DLS of the mighty and quite illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY HH HALLucinogenic HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes another mother fucking DEATH ANGEL ATTACK ON MY RIGHT SIDE, AT 4 MINUTES SHY OF FUCKING CUNT TWO OF THE DAMN ASS CLOCK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you. However, the actual random selection of roulette numbers on the six outside bets, being RED-BLACK-ODD-EVEN-LOW-HIGH, followed by a spin of a wheel, is for the most part unaffected, and if a player has been in a certain percentage over a recent time period and play period outcome amounts, that percentage DOES NOT ALTER. Quantum Dynamics is a misunderstood discipline, even by most advanced mathematicians. Before I go on with this, it is now 2:08, Melanie Psychic, and I am getting a super mother fucking major right side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK AGAIN, SHERIFF, YO!!!! The topic is Quantum reality, so allow me to get back now on pernt, Archibald Queens Bunker 'sivo-play', Mizz Antoinette Rabil of 1972 Cooley Hall. The scientific community agrees to never make things personal, or said better still, to never ever experiment on yourself, or make any research personal. Until that myth is debunked, quantum reality will go on being an extremely misunderstood truth on this mother fucking EARTH-PLANET, me' BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity has talked about the whole nasty mess of the ASTRAL-PLANE, the gods, their games, the reasons for them, why we are all here on the Earth, what are ultimate destinies are, the forces and government system of this spiritual plane of existence known by only a handful of folks here and now as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the evil BRIGGBASE, and all of the rest of the endless PURGATORY that we all truly exist in. It is so horrible that it becomes obvious to the most retarded mother fucking soul real goddamn quickly, that THIS IS WHY this MILITUFORCE is covering all of it up, and that includes the Ancient Astronaut Theorists' UFO world, which is nothing more than Astral Plane coins and coils that can tape shapes and even human forms, naturally emit brilliant light because they're so mother fucking stock full of energy, and all the rest of it. I have talked about the MIND CONTROL, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, transdimensional hyperspace, and on and on and on and on, yada yada yada, and blee blah blum, and yes, SWIS-GOOGLE, and all other coming true predictions, ranging from good old Mister P-45, to you name it, yo!!!! If people choose to all play the same game that world governing powers all do (the Milituforce), then there isn't a mother fucking blasted thing that I can do about it. One thing I will remind the world of is the visit from the POPE, while I was living with Ann and Dawn King at Judge Raso's magical house of windy doors and elusive daughters! The fucking Vatican knows only too well that Mountainpen, Morianity, and all of the UFO shit also, is all real and true. Still, nobody really understands the great enormous Purgatory and the countless entities that exist in this timeless truth (reality). Super electrons are quite magical, as are regular ones and antimatter world ones for that matter. Anyone who doubts that information can be sent backward through time using positronic mental manipulation coupled by powerfully dangerous heightened human emotions, is a FOOL, and I will be punished for saying that, by the Millionth-Council, so says the LORD JESUS CHRIST. I am not supposed to call my human brothers, fools. It is right there in the Bible for anyone to read, and warns of dangers and judgments passed to me, from this great MC, and their powerful manipulative tools such as MC (Mind-Control), and of course, many many many many more as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW do those 34 digits keep mathematics anything BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTTTTTT IMPERSONAL, MISTER SMITH, YO YO YO YO!

If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you. If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you. If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you. If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you. If you make up any system at all, let's say to play against the game of 'ROULETTE' for example, and play it during really bad times of this DEATH SIEGE; this is when they will dependably crash and burn on you.

AATS PEEPS; unless I use an OPPOSITE-SHOOTER when playing the casino game of Roulette, yo, I can either keep losing money forever under this post August 1986 DEATH SIEGE that WILL NAUT EVER GO AWAY OR STOP, and that's fucking cunt obvious to a major damn ass retard; OR I CAN use PARALLEL EVENT applied to outside betting Roulette, OR, I can play ONE LONG GAME. I always considered one-long-game playing methodology as CHEATING, but AREN'T THESE DISEASED FUCKING PRICKS CHEATING ME AND CHEATING MY ENTIRE LIFE???????????? Think the fucking dogshit about it that way, and maybe I need to do something that the great disco queen DONNA SUMMER taught me to do, “REEVALUATE my preconceived notions” about all of these conscience-related items of so-called gentleman-ness, decency, and morality, yo! Think on this seriously for a damn ass seck, YO folks. If they stopped my ability to make some doe playing professional-roulette after 08-15-1986, by cheating me through the same thing I was doing with roulette only they did illegally, as it is ILLEGAL to harm people, and that is what was done to me, the lowering of my 'personal-magnetics' by endlessly damn persecuting me and destroying everything in my damn ass life; then why not turn around and CHEAT THEM RIGHT BACK????????? Forget backslidden Christians here Mister fucking ass Microsoft Spellchecker system, as this is way more important!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No one can stop a person who understands absolute inner workings of the world of the sub-atomic and AKA “Quantum Dynamics” applied TO LIFE! Playing one long game is in fact, applying just that type of special knowledge to real life, in this case in particular, the game of ROULETTE. Gee fucking cunt willagars, folks!!!!!!!!!!! If you record every number that ever comes out for you while playing any roulette or watching any game at any wheel, and never missing any numbers ever, eventually a baseline will be realized in no different a way than if you went to only one wheel forever and ever, and did this same exact thing. All of these numbers, in the world of subatomic truth in the quanta foam of possibility, in ratio to you personally, as a player or observer of any situation and in this case that situation is the game of roulette, and the number outcomes that happen anywhere around you; are going to be your baseline, and no one can take this away from you, or in my case, FROM ME. Not any law, or any person, or even any damn persecution that lowers a person's personal magnetics or said in easy parochial terms, a person's endless interaction with the world around them, as in theory, everything that we do must agree or not agree with the cosmos around us. When it agrees, we get a positive score, and when it disagrees, we get a negative score. These scores do not get erased, forgotten about, nor do they ever just go away in some magical poofed-out way. They stay with us until we are dead and gone from this mortal fucking drudgery of existence, kind peeps out here, yo!!!!! You make a bet at a casino. It loses, and you lost some money. This was in quantum dynamics terms, a disagreement between YOU and the COSMOS around you, at that exact instant where the little white ball dropped into the roulette wheel and made you lose. Doing anything no matter what it is, will always have connections that cannot be broken nor ignored in any way ever, for all of us, and there is absolutely no escaping this powerful truth. When enough negatives or positives all happen in a long enough string, gamblers know and understand the domino effect power that is truly behind these awesome events, that normal folks just laugh off as 'streaks of luck'. They are, but there is way more fucking shit going on behind the mighty DOROTHY AND TOTO OZ-CURTAINS here, me' wonderful kind Blogaudians!!!!!!!

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THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Yesterday was a real bad MILITUFORCE assault, yes, BUTTERFIELDS and a great big HUUUUUUUUUUUGE big ass butt folks, I was able to call this a WEIRD, or a BI-POLAR DAY ON STEROIDS, and due to the fact that it was one of those few days in my life, maybe I get five a year tops; where despite major rotten and horrific shit being done to me, I also had two great things happen while out on my early morning errands. In fact, THAT is most likely WHAT FUCKING CAUSED the enemy, TO STRIKE ME SO HARD, as every good thing for me, has a MAJOR PRICE TO BE PAID, SIR ICABOD HA-HA-WHO CRANE, OF THE LANDS OF 'TRICKY-TEET-TEET', from those regions surrounding distant Astral-nestern areas that lay far out beyond the territories of DOGTOWN, and that the Disney peeps seemed to know all about, around the turn of the previous darn millennium, called, 'HALLOWEENTOWN'. They even seemed to know about BOTBAR and CALLIO, mixing it into the kids-famous Halloweentown Mayor Calibar. Come on Margie from '85, willya gimme' a fucking bwake here for crissake???

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Between the [BEEGEE's] and me; there is a little joke that we understand so 'perfectly' well and 'together', and perhaps two others may as well, the ex-Jersey-Guv, and my kid! MEEEEEEEE.

MEEEEEEEE.

But I could tell you things that go far beyond anything told thus far on these nearly fucking fourteen years of blogging my story. It won't do one bit of good however, unless there is a way of bringing about more and better relatability. If you the reader cannot take shit from your own lives, and then transplant things told by Mountainpen on these blogs, and make you see it all through junk that happened in your own personal lives; THEN I AM FOREVER ENDLESSLY WASTING BOTH YOUR TIME AND MY TIME, other than for maybe entertaining a few diseased fucking minds out here who love to laugh at people who suffer, such as those types who most definitely tortured animals as kids, when they thought that nobody was looking or watching. FAWCES are ALWAYS watching all of us, ALL THE TIME, and I can tell all of you that powerhouse truth “right here and right now”, lovely Loo VanBuren!!!! Guess who just jumped out and NAILED ME FUCKING CUNT AGAIN FOLKS. GOOD OLD DEPENDABLE WITCHBITCH JANE SHITPARKS BASEBALLNIGHTS FONDASLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU KNOW I HAD TO FUCKING COMPENSATE WITH MY WONDERFUL FIVE NUMBERS, and for those who forgot what all this shit is truly about, the enemies knew very well that I used to rate my days according to several parameters of life, back during my approximate fifteen years of keeping my mathematical LIFE-CHARTS, and when so doing, these rated numbers went from lowest and worst ONES to highest and best FIVES, so when Jane makes me see those strings of mother fucking ONES, I then must immediately 'CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE' or 'compensate' with my 555555555 NUMBERS! One night in the spring of 1993, Jane was sitting at the Atlanta, Georgia Ballpark, and rooting on her BRAVES BASEBALL TEAM, and there was nothing wrong with that, until she told the camera crew boys to then zoom in on the HUUUUUUUGE DIGITAL CLOCK at the ballpark, and make my entire mother fucking television screen light up with gigantic rotten ONE NUMBERS, as a major HA-HA-WHO Icabod Halloween Crane for pitiful me, who that night was being literally tormented and tortured to death, constantly and continuously, by the MILITUFORCE. For reasons involving ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY and PARALLEL EVENT with the damn Phillies, Flyers, and DOW JONES Stock Market, as this was A MOST DEFINITE MUST-WIN GAME for whoever was playing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES that night, which happened to be the ATLANTA BRAVES. Folks, I won't ever FORGET THAT NIGHT OF QUINTESSENTIAL MISERY IN DOGTOWN CUBAN-CUBED, if I live as Mark Mohr, for seven hundred mother fucking more putrid diseased years!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Lads and Lassies, Labbers and Lab Dogs, and any and all potential Blogaudians, including the wonderful Ancient Astronaut Theorists or the AAT's, without the ability to relate, this blog is as meaningless as the mist you all drive through to get to work in the early morning from time to time. It is there, and maybe even it's occasionally annoying, but then it is forever forgotten. If it did have some purpose, that purpose was lost, and is now gone forever; and to quote Dennis Snyder from Elm, New Jersey, USAESMWG; “That's just reality son”! So let me get back to the discussion before Dirtweeds Jane messed shit all up for me, AS USUAL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

There are “points of power” in my life, and yes, there are points of power in all of your lives as well, WHOEVER IS READING THESE WORDS; and I don't care if it is you, distant Cuzz Don, or if it is the Pope at the Vatican, or Patty-Paula, or the idiot down the block or in some unit in this apartment building; or the other baseball dude who seems to have an interest in the Mountainpen, and unlike dozens of other people, he has the damn-ass balls to come out and admit to it. Everyone, everywhere HAS SIMILAR POINTS OF POWER, as I label them, and allow me now to explain this further, if ye all pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. What I call a 'POP' is merely a place in our lives, where to quote wonderful awesome Senator Sanders on two great points, a “HUUUUUUUUUUUGE” event occurs around us, that for a lengthy time, alters the way our life had been stringing along before that event went down. This could be having a newborn baby, getting into a very bad car crash, winning a lottery, losing a home due to illness and financial woes that get coupled together in this rotten “age of WALL STREET GREED”, or getting a fantastic new romance going, or breaking up with a lover who does not feel towards you the way that you do towards them, or tens and tens of other similar but large potential events, that will go onto alter the way your life had been going. All of you know exactly what I mean here, and all of you have had at least a few of these experiences or POWER-POINTS. Mine, as you all know, or some of the major ones listed on my blogs, are the leaving of school and seemingly finding an organized groupation of extremely evil peeps all around me, who do everything in their power to stop me from ever having anything outside of a totally CURSED LIFE, beginning my life charts, suddenly choking to death without any medical reason for it, waking up from an incredible nocturnal interaction to find my life altered beyond recognition without any explanation at all, and the interaction with the LOIS-FOCA deal at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, with the 'goddess of Atlantic City' singing to me, her special weird song. There are other POINTS OF POWER that altered my life forever, but we can stop right here, and just stick with those listed herein for right now, kind folks, and AAT Blogaudians! What I feel compelled to do on this blog right now lads and lassies out here, is to produce a more chronologically acceptable outline of one of these POWER-POINTS in my life, and then from there, I believe that light will be shed on a lot of shit like never before, in my so-far-failed attempts to merely lay down lots of foundations for this entire mess that I find myself in. This will all connect up and yes, although not mentioned in my list as printed up above, part of this deal I will discuss now begins in the late nineteen-sixties, with my attending special-education school and being in the class of SIR 'Count VonVam-Marcucci'. This is where in perfect chronology, things then go onto lead into topics that are unmistakably connected up together, such as Lenny McKinnon the Musical Promoter, who somehow sold me out, and gave my “LOST LOVE” arrangement, that was created by Musical Arranger, Mister TOM GLENN, to the BEEGEE MUSIC BAND, in the summer of 1980; and all throughout this entire mess was the 'DAMN' United States Copyrights © Office, L.O.C., as well as the incredible, and inconceivable LOIS FOCA song, from the 'Goddess of ATLANTIC CITY', AND ALSO great people out here, shall we also see the bigger picture here with SIR TOM GLENN, his seeming connections to both the MAXFIELD STUDIO PEEPS, as well as MY FAMILY, or to say it more legally accurate, since as of right now, nothing has been proven or established by the law, the one and only lovely PATTY HOLLISTER, and of course the song that I fantasized she might sing for me someday, called, “BURN WITH FIRE”, that when I copyrighted it, was on my 1981 copyrighted music project as shown here from cutting and pasting in the legal copyrighted form:

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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My point to all of this is POWER-POINTS in life, and these particular ones in MY OWN LIFE, YO GREAT 'AAT', folks out here!!!! The Death Angel is very annoying again, buzzing on both my left and right sides day after day. Let us continue marching this army of truths right along now; Lad, lassies, Lab-dogs, and Laboratory Technicians, both in or out of marvelous and never exposed books such as “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” (TPB), thanks of course to another letdown person, 'Mizz Jones', well actually, her real name is Jean Ruba Smith, if I am spelling it correctly, as well as just how it sounds to the ear!!!! Her actual newspaper was called the “Trend of Voorhees”, and why I even bothered to alter those names is beyond me, sort of like being somehow Hollister-Magically Influenced or 'HMI', to send three of my © COPYRIGHTED PROJECTS, and one being my 'TPB' book, on HALLOWEEN DAY, in 1994 with the book, and then in 2005 and 2007 with “Same Title” and “Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guardhouse”. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Speaking of let downs, I did manage to hook up with my professor friend, and I learned some very interesting stuff about how my incredible idea, would interconnect the available technology, and how I will most likely have to wait another fifteen years for the Q-BIT computer system to become a recognized technology, before it can be implemented in any real or meaningful way. So basically, I am going to be leaving Florida soon, and heading to South America; to live out the remainder of my fucking nightmare subvampiric existence down there, at least away from this evil empire and their Wall Street MILITUFORCE terrorism on me!!! FCC, ACLU, Sheriff KJM, and anyone else possibly interested at all, in my many woe-whiz-me's; my SPACE-BAR-HACK is back, and is real bad again, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine THAT yo!!!!!

So now we are looking in chronological order how many things have lined up, even if on a conscious mental level, I was completely unaware of how and why so much of this dogshit was all happening around me, in so-called +regular+ or real-time. Every time I try and use a fucking star or asterisk on each side of a word, such as where I put plus (+) signs on the word 'regular', I get that fucking stupid ass LIGHTBULB HACK popping onto my screen. What a pain in my fucking nuts at light speed squared, yo BRAHHHH!!!!

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No, I had absolutely no idea, just why I was influenced and strong armed on some mental level; to send three projects to the Copyright © Office, in 1994, 2005, and 2007, BUT IT REALLY DID HAPPEN. I was, and I did. That is pure and simple, a historical fact. So let us now get back to the POINTS OF POWER in chronological order, and beginning with Central Pier, and great rock and roll songs to follow that seemed to know about this in ways that go into BLUEBOOK, and WRIGHT PATTERSON mysteries. I also don't know why I told Music-Promoter Mister McKinnon, the original 'L&O' Andre Blair the 1980 magnum gun carrier; that 'I could get him the Beatles', but I did. I said if he would stop threatening me with all sorts of his nasty intimidations, I would “get him the Beatles”. I know that I blogged and told this story upon several occasions, on my earlier first two or three years of my blogs, too!!!!

Now folks, when did I tell good old Lenny McKinnon that I would do this, but several months after moving into where, yes; the farm outside of Haddonfield, where as I told Mister Mathematician David Leigh Cooley HH Hall Smith, that had mysterious people everywhere in an organized conspiracy, to utterly and totally destroy me, and wipe me out; and Robin Hill was indeed 'THAT FARM', and it really was a farm back then in the late autumn of 1970, around when?, yessir, the last week in Mayor Calibar's October. Now peeps, before I had Dave Smith, I was in the incredible awesome illustrious class of Count VonVam Marcucci of Liverpool. But this is not even beginning to open up these complete worm cans, NAUT even close yet; oh lovely AT&T Corporation, MIZZ BLAKE from the ACB of “the phone company”, as we all from back then, and before the baby bells and the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE famous break up of the phone company monopoly, just called the whole thing, “THE PHONE COMPANY”. How many of you out here are old enough to remember that wild and cool movie about 'the phone company', and then did you ever equate all that up to my WOE-WHIZ-ME's; as believe me, someone out there is vely vely vely major ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE TIME interested in my unfathomable and awesome genetic 'THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD' (HUNTINGTON * FAMILY); Mister fucking Microsoft, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!

So we have laid down the days of Cooley Hall, and first there was awesome 'future knowing' Madame Marola, followed by the awesome Liverpool Count, huh there 'Russ Thaxton'? Then comes the next year, with impersonal mathematical Mister D. L. Smith, and my telling him about a decade in the future, that I knew fully well that it would all happen, and then, poof, I am really there, and it is really real this time, lovely disco girl 'white-boy loving' Mizz Donna Gaines Summer!!!!!!!! I am in there at 1802 a decade after I said this would all go down, sort of exactly like what happened to a very special little girl whose life was all caught up in her POWER-POINT of her life, in those terrible tornadoes, that I was watching just the other night on the great 'TWC'. She told people for months that she would lose her parents soon to Mister Mortimer Mortino, and poof, along came the twisters, and she survived it by the skin of her nose; but her parents went back to Purgatory. YES FCC, this SPACE-BAR-HACK IS GETTING OFF THE SCALE BAD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flashback memories from days earlier here in good old Florida, and even back on Eddie Himacane's laptop in the library days of New Jersey AKA by the Mountainpen as, 'NO JOYSEY'!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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1981

YES BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO BURN WITH FIRE, LOVELY QUEEN OF THE WICCAN LANDS, AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE MEMORIES' of so many wild 'BULLISH DJIA ICPE-APE-TECH' other great and unfathomable skating rinks!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments on May 1, 1980, and drove from my job at the RPL Sound Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, arriving home around 1:35 in the morning. The next morning was when I got up and ate and showered, and then drove over to the Maxfield Studio, to do my two dance tunes there, “Lost Love” and “The Morning Light”. Within a week, I had sent down to the © Copyright Office, all four of my demo tunes done at Maxfield, as the two country tunes were done the night before on my dinner break, at the RPL Studio; where my night boss allowed me to drive over to Maxfield, from Camden just a couple of miles east to Cherry Hill, and down Route 70, and do these tunes that future Congressman Rob Andrews sang for me that night. It is really difficult to ever forget so much mind blowing shit, huh Russ Thaxton, and Beetlejuice Zuudlow Marcucci? Still, Lenny, both of them I suppose, this is only the start of this wild chronological line of quintessential weirdness on buckets of steroids, yo. Tom Glenn was there during my time at the Maxfield Studio, and he played the guitar track on the mix of all four of my tunes. Back in these times, my mom did nothing but talk about Patty her magical coworker who I was trying to put out of my mind from several years earlier; but my mom never shut the hell up about her. When Lois Foca was done on Tom's guitar, early in the following year; Patty's daughter was coming up on age eleven as spring time was approaching soon. Was all of this why I said what I said in my 'TPB' book, speaking so damn impersonally about all those lovely things relating and pertaining to the worlds of mathematics???? Then there was my copyrighting the four demos after a week or two at the apartment, followed by a couple weeks earlier on one of the first few nights in June, when I fell asleep, and landed in some alternate world Atlantic City, and this lovely girl who I knew that I knew from times gone by, but was unable to pull up who she was, was there, singing that magical song to me, that stayed with me, AND FOREVER ALTERED MY LIFE IN ABSOLUTELY BEYOND FUCKING MAJOR HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WAYS; Senator Sanders kind sir!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the great LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS SONG, I have shortened to 'LOIS FOCA', as it is a damn great ABBREVIATION, don't you all think, yo????????????????? We merely fucking take the FIRST-TWO-LETTERS of the four words in that title, and POOF, like MAGICAL-H.H. HOLLISTER on quintessential steroids; we get the LOIS FOCA abbreviation. PATTY AND MERRY JUST CRASHED THIS ENTIRE COMPUTER. They don't like this fucking major RED STAR ZONE BLOG, I am quite sure, yo SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, sir!!!!

Without even thinking about the soon to follow wild interaction with the LOTTERY CAT professor who used to enjoy cutting me all up like lunch-meat on the Astral Plane when I would dream there back in 1977 at Carey's Lamp Apartments NAUT YET changed to the NY Apartments, it is obvious to the biggest retard on the planet that indeed, after I copyrighted MY 'FOUR DEMO SONGS' that were then messed with, and the arrangement on one of them stolen by a TOP NAME MUSICAL ACT, with the Copyright © Office complicit and in on it, right after this project was mailed to them in middle May some time, POOF, the GODDESS OF ATLANTIC CITY came to me in that wild dreaming interaction, and she gave me the POWER-POINT of my entire life, the great unforgettable non Nathaniel King Cole, but rather, LOIS FOCA, and I for one absolutely DO NAUT BELIEVE this chronological order was some happenstance coincidence, NAUT for a NEW YORK STROBING LAMP MINUTE, Mister John James (JACK) Executive ADA McCoy of fictional New York County, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

If Atlantic Shitty City was not all connected into this, I could then possibly see this as not connected up beyond any possibility of coinkeedink. But as 1980 eventually did indeed turn into 1997, after a vely vely vely magical number of biblical years (17), and anyone out here can Google around, or ask their own fucking pastor's if they don't understand what I just told you all here, that indeed this is powerful biblical truth; BUT IT IS CONNECTED UP TOTALLY, and I did come to learn how dirty the politics all truly was in all of these things as those 17 years did tick by, and came to be SUCKED INTO THE WORLD OF DEMONIC KING-CALLIO-MCGUIRE, who all along were there, on that mysterious NIGHTMARE FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD, just waiting for time to creep along, and catch up with the Mountainpen, huh wonderful bathroom punishing David Sleaze Speas of HTHS in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, (Haddon Township High School). Then we have the real magic, with the school a mile away in Collingswood, WCHS, that when turned into their initials, has the unmistakable phonetics of “WITCHES”, connoting magical-Patricia H.H. Hollister, and her WICCAN Fascitar's, and her NEO-HO CHANTS, in or not in New York cemeteries, all owned a very long time ago by people in the one and only wonderful H. family. Still none of Patty's three great 'H's stand for marvelous and wonderful HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!! WOW to THAT one, huh lovely spoon-dancing Oprah, who went onto own a lot more than just the beach sweeping lands of barnacle cleaning future Mayors, Congressmen, Communications Agency Chairmen, or fantastic musically talented artists of numerous types all over the place, the biggest and HUUUUUUUGEST being of course, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!!!! I'll always hear Sergeant Frank Callio up in my damn head yo, who I knew as an early twenties lifeguard, at the Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG beaches, from 1970, while living at CHILLMO Tom Reale's Cornwall Avenue property that went onto become part of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority (ACMUA), “It's all politics, here in Atlantic City”. He would have been way more truthful, if he had not omitted 'CROOKED' in-between the words 'ALL' and 'HERE'. Still, me' ol' mother fucking pernt folks is simply thissssssssssssssssssssss. If Frank Callio had NAUT said that particular thing to me that day in May of 1997, after telling me how 'his sister Sarah works for the WATER-WORKS', quote end of quote, then I would not believe 100% in these perfectly synchronized time lines and POWER-POINTS of these incidents in my life that pertained to that wild and beyond inconceivable LOIS FOCA song, that was sung to me in my dreams, from some alternate reality 'other ATLANTIC CITY'. But it is obvious that the Copyright Office, Atlantic City politics or really the politicians there, Tom Glenn, the entire musical and entertainment world, as well as Cooley H.H. Hall, LOIS FOCA, Marcucci and his wisdom-words of my being able to be a 'chronological-father' in the autumn of 1969, Patty and her magical junk, and my mom, and that damn shipping company office, ALL OF IT; is all ONE GIGANTIC AND ROTTEN ASS HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MESS, straight out of DOGTOWN. Still, the POWER-POINT of the life changing event of that LOIS FOCA SONG, does not just come over, tap me on my shoulder, and explain things to me. This much shit was revealed to my mind after decades of pondering on just what REALLY IS HAPPENING AROUND ME, and just why the PROJECT BLUEBOOK thing is so real around me, right down to the fucking CHAIN that SSJKK stole from me in that December DREAMING-INTERACTION, then it was GONE like Hollister POOF magic, and then the six sided chemtrail sky message an hour later, that anyone in East Camden County, NJUSAESMWG could see, unless they were Stevie Wonder, or Helen Keller. It all fits so incredibly; and this still is only telling some tiny bits of fucking cunt peach shaving slivers off of the true and total ICEBERG that sank the great mother fucking HMS TITANIC in 1912. Would a gigantic JEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE be in order right about now, Detective Fontana, sir? I think it would!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So power-points that alter a person's life forever, do not always, if ever; reveal the entire story all around it, both ahead as well as behind it on some chronological fucking time line, as with me here in all of thissssssssssssssss dogshit! This to quote Dennis Snyder again, “is just reality, son”! But I do know that things such as this are also what connects this incredible amount of goddamn bi-polarized dogshit, such as with me, one day is quiet, then POOF like ten thousand fucking Adam West Batman's all rolled up into one nightmare on steroids, ZONK, BAM, DING, WHAM, POW, and much more, I get days such as yesterday, where suddenly all of DOGTOWN just is released on me out of absolutely nowhere. What exactly are the mechanics and or reasons to and behind this, you ask me? Well please fucking don't ask me, as I do NAUT have any of those wild answers, and most likely, I NEVER EVER MOTHER FUCKING WILL HAVE THEM. If Patty is still living, all knowing lovely Patricia Hollister; maybe someone somewhere can ask her!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

I do know that 'the gods are bored to tears' with ENDLESSNESS. I know also that they have developed a marvelous way to distract themselves from thinking about this, ever, and that is by playing powerful endless games. Me, I would rather spend it having great sex with all of the most beautiful women I could ever get my goddamn mother fucking hands on, but that is me; and I am not one of the gods. I know that these ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS, or entities of extremely high energy values, in relation to the rest of us Purgatites; play their games by becoming US IN THEIR DREAMS OUT HERE, IN THIS LOUSY-ASS BLOWN OUT 5-D HYPERSPACE. This much I know, and I know that there is absolutely nothing that can be done to ever alter this nightmare reality that is surrounding all of us. Again Mister Snyder sir, and to quote what you said to me over and over again while I was employed at that security guard job, and stationed on my part time site called “CIFALOGLIO”, “And that's just reality, son”! Talk about telling it as it is, huh lovely demonic King family, and DAWN-MARIE, who I truly hope IS IN DOGTOWN for what she did to my life, and yes, SHE was the most recent POWER-POINT in my miserable Huntington fucking cursed Mountainpen LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that most if not all of the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are indeed the ASTRAL-PLANE gods, and goddesses. Do I believe that there is one all mighty god? No I do NAUT. I think that there is a being who believes this however, just as I believe all the things I say on these blogs. If I am right I am right, and if this GOD is right, then it is right as well. If either of us are NAUT correct, well, so be it; only who can ever prove in any fucking laboratory, EVER, which of these questions are answered properly and correctly with YES'S, or with NO'S????????????? Answer me that one in all good conscience, any one of you out here, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Any person who thinks for a second that I won't be opening up dogshit far beyond these little laid foundations, is just fucking deceiving and kidding themselves. When I say it all, this will be time to go straight into the biblically predicted, great World War 3!!!!!!!

SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IS GONNA' BE REAL MOTHER FUCKING SORRY, REAL DAMN SOON!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have had a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fire alarm go off this morning, and that ILLEGAL FAT SLOB SLUT IS HERE BANGING DOORS AS HARD AS SHE CAN, and she has a drug dealer in here on this floor, Sheriff, who followed me upstairs on the elevator, and gained entrance to this building ILLEGALLY, when I hit the magnetic key to come in, and he then rode up the elevator with me. When he heard the construction noise outside, he thought it was the maintenance peeps cleaning the floor up here on level-6, and he immediately got back onto the elevator and left, but he came back, and these two trash have been slamming and doing ILLEGAL DRUGS in their apartment ALL MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING LONG, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!! I'd be the happiest mother fucker on this planet if the damn cops would set up an apartment here themselves, and the arrests would be on a daily basis. As I type and speak, this whore slut slob just slammed the door again so hard that even with earplugs in my ears, it makes me jump out of my skin, and sir, THIS IS COCK SUCKING FUCKING ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, and they are doing this to me INTENTIONALLY, AND I KNOW IT, SIR, AND I ALSO KNOW THAT MOTHER FUCKING CRIMINAL ROTTEN WALL STREET IS BEHIND IT, ALONG WITH PRESIDENT TRUMP SCUM AND HIS CRONIES AND FIXERS IN THE WORLD OF BIG-BIZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

I am going to be CALLING 911, if this shit doesn't mother fucking BACKM THE SHIT OFF OF ME, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, AND HERE COMES MY MAGNESONIC, TO THE FUCKING CUNT DISEASED RESCUE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and yes, good old rotten Miss Janewhoreshit Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda just fucking nailed me with her cunt huffing ONE ONE ONE ONE ASSAULT on top of all this other quintessential fucking cunt misery and DOGTOWNISM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I knew this was gonna' be a real bad ass miserable wo-whiz-me day the second I got up, as already at a quarter past seven, these diseased illegal scum from next door in UNIT #605, and this pig slob who visits from across the hallway from her at UNIT #606, muscular large Caucasian female, early thirties, shoulder length black hair, and about 5-5 in height, WHO SLAMS DOORS ALL DAY LONG WHEN HERE AND THINKS SHE OWNS THE BUILDING, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; were already fucking with me, and they WOKE ME UP after only five hours of sleep!!!! I also knew this was gonna' be a bad because in those short hours out of my body, I was in a horrible place in the fifth dimensional hyperspace with my parents who were both treating me like total fucking pig-shit at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL OF MY ENEMIES, HERE IN THE MORTAL WORLD, AS WELL AS IN THE PURGATORY.

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

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SHERIFF MASCARA, I AM UNDER A VERY BAD ASS MAJOR DEATH SIEGE FROM THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, KIND SIR. PLEASE HELP ME, AND LOOK FOR ME ON MIDWAY ROAD @ YOUR OFFICE, VERY SHORTLY, SIR!!!!

I have learned major shit from that wonderful PROJECT BLUEBOOK television show, and one of the items learned I must confess to already having figured out a very long mother fucking cunt huffing time ago, me lads and me lassies out here in Blogaudianland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is that THE MILITUFORCE WILL NEVER EVER STOP, AND THIS HELL WILL INDEED GO ON FOR THE GODDAMN FUCKING REST OF MY PATHETIC DESEASED CURSED LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! These totally sicko pricks will ruin my entire life, as they have done so ever since I MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING EXIUTED HIGH SCHOOL at my special-ed school called the Cooley-Hall Bancroft school, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I won't be joining the largest UFO Club in the United States as a chess or a poker move in some strategic counterstrike. BUTTERFIELDS AND BIG ASS BUTTTTTT, I WILL BE JOINING UP because I MUST DO THIS. These diseased cock sucking whack job pricks on steroids, simply are leaving me absolutely no mother fucking other cherce; Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 FOR THE PAST TEN SOLID WEEKS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER 23, OF 2019; THE BOTBAR FUCKING NUMBER FROM DOGTOWN, CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ENEMIES IN UNIT #605 AND UNIT #606, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THE BOM!!!!!!!!!

(BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I mother fucking knew when I was twenty, and heard that inaudible yet absolutely distinct voice, telling me to spare myself an unfathomable HELL, and just end it all, that I should have mother fucking listened to it, and NOT WUSSED THE CUNT EATING SHIT OUT!!! If I hadn't been such a cunt sucking goddamn coward, I could have exited away from this inconceivable hellishness, and spared myself more agony and demonic grief that even I can possibly imagine. BUT NOW THAT I HAVE SUFFERED THIS LONG, AND HAVE WAY TOO MUCH NECESSARY INFORMATION TO SHARE WITH THOSE OTHER FEW CURSED FOLKS OUT HERE ON THE CE-6ers list or (M2F-CLASSIFICATION), I realize that I must now remain here, join the biggest 'UFO' club out there in this country, and shout out my life's-experiences to the ENTIRE WORLD, and if they don't believe me, well, then they all deserve to be tormented and tortured as badly as I have been, as they will indeed be, as have I, IF they are in REAL CONTACT, as I obviously AM, and have been all along, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My nightmares were beyond fucking wicked and putrid, and there is a lot more happening than just my spirit randomly traveling through hyperspace, at least during these times of horrendous fucking WALL STREET DEATH PERSECTION-SIEGE!!!! Last night my father stole my ID, my car, and some other shit out of my wallet, and my mother tried to have me committed to a psych ward. It was about the most horrendous fucking experience that I had since Paula told me that if I did not build a tachyon radio for her, she would slice me into more pieces than a butcher slices lunch-meat. Yes Sheriff, I knew that this was going to be a really bad day, and I am going to drive over to your office on Midway Road to cry on your shoulders, starting with a month ago when that horrible bitch in the black Ford Expedition vehicle intentionally rammed my car and caused me a thousand dollars of property damage, kind sir!!!!!!!!!

NO PEOPLE, IT IS MOST CERTAINLY NAUT:

FEBRUARY 17, 2014,

MONDAY NIGHT AT 11:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.WOULDN'T THIS BE BEAUTIFUL???????

Well they fucked me good, Bob McDowell. Unless this is some temporary hack, whatever that goddamn fucking Wordpress hack was this afternoon, really fucked up these blogs, sir!!!!! WOW did we have fun in 1972 chucking roof shingles, at Cooley HIGH HELL HALL. You and those Johnny-fucker-faster jokes, like WOW!!!!!!!! Lightning might just think they were a bit lame, but then, she is a great goddess, calendars or no calendars, huh good ol' pal? Poor Bruce A. Pennock. You wouldn't stop riding him about being, “your little dick in the mouth”, and that one to me, was a lot funnier than the Johnny 100 mile per hour joke. WEEEEEEE!!!!

Yes, with or without the great now retired Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, this is still all a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO!!!! SO WOW to that, Mizz O. Winfrey, let's do some beach sweeping and land owning, huh lovely spoon-dancin' girl???????????

Every document has been fucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!

Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother fucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio, I'll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July fucking garbage truck, tomorrow fucking cunt eating turd chewing morning! There is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. If one is able to not get caught, Frank Callio on Bacharach Boulevard, one can drive down either side, of course, don't get fucking killed while making the attempt, either, BRO! But I think my pernt is being made, Archie fucking ass Bunker, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay,shake it up and toss it out any way that you like, Sargent fuckiGN Friday on 1967 Dragnet, this is all just one huge simulationogram, sir, and you too, Professor Kaku. Maybe both of us would do better to keep our big mother fucking mouths shut, 'to quote lovely ass Monique'! Give me a break Misses Rabil, I'm so stupid and wetahded, I can't see all the shit has gone on for fifty mother fucking years for crissake, Jesus Christ Almighty, Mike Bustarm Sotas, with almost the strength of lovely Keisha!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA, M. MCNY.

'CRUNCH', huh Mister W. D. Mike Crichton?

I know for a fact that the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE (Milituforce) uses a tactic in their super hyper covert stealthy black operations program, that I call Dream-Interrogation OPS! They can literally interrogate someone, (in their fucking dreams). Someone in this covert-black-ops black file agency (BFA) is trying to get me to talk about my so-called psychic abilities, and this has been going on now for a week or more. I am NAUT imaging any of this fucking shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is going to be some mother fucking cunt lapping very sorry people real soon, FOR PULLING ALL THIS SHIT OFF ALL OVER ME AND KILLING THIS PATHETIC SPECIAL ED TOTALLY INNOCENT, LEGALLY BORN, PITIFUL GUY, AND THAT, IPY, YO BRO!!!!!!!! Screw your fucking BROadcasters, Mksft!!!!

“Okay”, Mister John 'Happy-J' King, and everybody else out here; now you have been warned, LEGALLY, morally, and 'spiritually'. I am going to tell some powerful fucking shit on this cunt lapping goddamn blog, yo, and THAT, IPY peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF, THIS WAS ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR ME TODAY, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE B4I AM GONNA' LASH OUTlandish AND LASH OUT, SIR MICRObiology MICROSUCKS HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Whenever the weather becomes demonic, as I refer to unusual weather patterns that make the stinking weather unpleasant and oppressive, due to major blizzard conditions, or in the summer time when too hot, or in the winter time, too cold; this is ALSO WHEN OTHER NASTY FUCKING ASS SHIT BEGINS TO HAPPEN ALL AROUND ME, MAKING MY MISERABLE SATANIC EXISTENCE A LIVING BREATHING NIGHTMARE HELL ON FUCKING STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, as well as yesterday, has been extremely hot for the last ten days of October, even for this part of ENDLESS-OVEN-FLORIDA; feeling OVER 100 TODAY AND YESTERDAY, reaching ninety degrees + today, and nearly hitting it yesterday, with the humidity back on FULL FUCKING FORCE. Still, this is NAUT the real problem, and I will now tell you all just what mother fucking is the (real-'E') problem! It won't shock me if my pal Mike is DEAD. He was back in the hospital and in bad shape several days ago, and I do not want to disturb him during this time, but I have a very powerful feeling that he is NAUT going to survive this time, Miss Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this, nightmares are REALLY BAD for me again lately, and beyond all of that, my upstairs pig lapping noisy asshole neighbors are back to endless moving of heavy furniture, making god awful noises all day, and they still are at it now, SHERIFF, at 11 of the fucking clock tonight. They were hammering also last night, and it this is from UPSTAIRS, and NAUT from next door. If it is NAUT the illegal cousin scum from across from me, it is my very loud annoying bastard swine nabes from above me, or next to me. Thisssssssss is why, Mizz Erica Kane, I call this nightmare fucking shituation from DOGTOWN, my TRIAD-NABES FROM HELL!!!!

Also my cable service was frozen up again!!!!

The nightmares are horrible, but last night, I was actually dreaming that I was on the Astral-Plane, near Dogtown. There is a very HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bridge in the vicinity that you cannot miss. It is fifteen miles high, and it goes about three hundred miles in length, and is colored some gods-awful shade of a mixed rusty copper, and dark greyish blue; and has a frightening appearance in its architecture. The highways or Astral-Landlines leading to it are complicated, and basicly, they extend in numerous lengthy circular patterns that lead to an area that seems to endlessly widen, to where there are more than five hundred lanes on both sides, and gargantuan signs all over the place reading, “DOGTOWN” for anyone to see, and a blind man couldn't miss seeing them, not that there are any blind people there. I remember how these ridiculously big wide roads just keep getting bigger, and how only one small exit sign leads into a very narrow linelane that proceeds to the area shoreline and then over into and across the Teck Bay, into the Capitol City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. I also remember being with some very weird and unpleasant entities. One was a lady who was a passenger in my vehicle, and she told me that when I get back to the human world, and play my new roulette system, I will be slaughtered, and then she wouldn't stop laughing about it until I yelled at her to stop her absurd raucous laughter. She then punched me hard in the mouth and threw me out of the vehicle, and I rolled all around until finally stopping at the side of the linelane, and I was instantly swooped up by a passing mattableeum (police officer in Purgatory), and I settled into the third rear seat of his patrol-vehicle. He then took me about two hundred thousand miles to a small area that would be thought of humanly, as a very dangerous ghetto slum part of a larger town or village that I knew the name of then but cannot pull it up now. I walked into a small summerhouse area along a sidewalk and I sat down. Suddenly out walked three very nasty looking dudes; caulks, late twenties, and redneck types; and they came from a house that was way back behind this public summerhouse, where I had sat down on a bench. They told me they wanted to talk to me, and to follow them, which I did. We got back to an area behind their house, and they had about three human world acres of cornfield, and the crop looked like someone had sprayed a million tons of poison all over it. Then one of them said to me, “I will give you fifteen seconds to tell me why you are psychic”. I then replied with, I don't need that long, and also, that there is no time in Purgatory, and that I am a sensitive person and I despise that word 'psychic'. As I said this, a wind came up, and it blew hard from across the cornfield, and suddenly my nose ran, and I began puking. The stench from nearby Dogtown was somehow being amplified in a bad wind current, and then one of the other dudes said that to me as I began puking, and snot was coming out of my nose. I was reaching in my pockets for a handkerchief only none was to be found. I was getting frustrated and agitated, and quite angry at this point!!!!!!! I remembered suddenly what Diana's grandfather had taught me to do if I need help from a horrendous shituation, as was told to me by him from another wild dreaming interaction from the Beetlejuices days of 1988, and so I shouted out three times, “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. Then I instantly woke up and I was in my bed, and back in Fort Pierce, Florida, on the mortal world, and back into my physical body. I cleaned up in the shower, shaved, and the whole twenty-seven feet, and then I played roulette, and yes, I GOT MOTHER FUCKING CREAMATED, AND MY NEW SYSTEM GOT BLOWN AWAY AND CRASHED! But this will bring me to some powerful fucking points, or pernts, if Mister Archie Bunker from queens, New York was here with me! If I had had an 'opposite-shooter', I would have made over twenty-two thousand dollars, instead of losing my mother fucking shirt. I know now, that I MUST HAVE AN OPPOSITE SHOOTER PARTNER, if I am ever able to RETURN TO THE FUCKING GAMING CASINOS AGAIN, and that's that, AS MISTER FUCKING CUNT ESOLPH WOULD SAY IT SO DAMN ASS PERFECTLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big HA-HA-HA JANE SLUTSO FONDA, YOU MISSED ME, YA' WITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes people, I would have made about $25,013,000.00 total, using ten dollar bets and an opposite shooter using 500 buck bets, if ever since March of 1983, I had done this in real life at real casinos in real time, or if we slide over a mile into Ventnor, from Atlantic City, IN REALE TIME, which I would of course, would want absolutely nothing to do with at all whatsoever, yo BROadcasting BRO's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those backslidden Christians; funny how this is an acceptable word, but you cannot be grammatically correct, and say the second and third syllable of that word, when it is so necessary in usage, such as above while discussing going from a Jersey shore town, from another one, just a mile to the south. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT!!!! Just who came up with this wild and weird English language system, aniwho, yo????

Yes, I need to find an OPPOSITE ROULETTE SHOOTER somewhere, and I know there is a way of doing this somehow, but I WILL LITERALLY BE FIGHTING THE FAWCES OF MOTHER FUCKING DOGTOWN, WHILE MAKING THIS ATTEMPT; AATS PEEPS, SO KNOW THAT RIGHT NOW, AND WISH ME WELL. I WON'T SAY 'PRAY FOR ME', AS THIS IS A STUPID ASS FUCKING THING TO DO, AND I WILL NOT BE WASTING MY TIME EVER AGAIN ON THIS UTTER ASS NONSENSICAL DOGSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O-H----G-R-E-A-T----F-O-L-K-S::::::::

You are NAUT imagining these connections to Robin Hill Apartments, my musical DEMO tunes, the goddess of Atlantic City, whoever she truly is, and all of this; even in the most absolute remotest fantastic ways that this can all connect up. There is literally no lack of quintessential weirdness on steroids, to this entire thing. For right now, I will say that the 2007 Librarian of the Congress, before the present AA lady, who I have had the pleasure of viewing on BOOK-TV, and her incredible aversion to a 'little piece of yellow paper'; all is fully dot connected, just as was the fact that there were two articles in that wild magazine, at the Cifaloglio car-kicking garage that afternoon, that someone or some thing, Captain Shatner, WANTED TO BE TOTALLY SURE THAT I WOULD SEE, AND READ; one being about my daughter, and the other about the other great female vocalist, and Queen of Disco, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer. I thought I was in a dream when one day at that guard job, I began doing something, and I don't mean comparing flip sides of cassette tapes of songs about really good curly haired young girls. There is a lot more to this entire horrible mess, and I know that Patty H.H.H. Knows the details. If she is alive, she knows, and is not willing to tell me. If she is not alive, this even further complicates this issue. This is not an issue that goes away if I agree to stop thinking about it. This is not some turn the page deal, and we all know it! This MILITUFORCE is NAUT going to let go of whatever this entire mess truly verily is, that lays behind these inconceivable OZZ curtains from DOGTOWN CUBED AND CUBAN, AND RESQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saying one more thing, tells that I know more than I should and am not just sitting here making guesswork clues. All dots connect, and all things happen for reasons, and Jim Burr's famous Deptford Mall statement from 1979, made to me one dark cold night in his car; is biblical suicide, even for the great SATANIC FAWCES OF DOGTOWN, because JESUS told and taught all of us, that a house divided against itself cannot stand, & using this very powerful same technology, is Trump, and his RUSSIAN cohort pals, forever endlessly trying to wipe out and destroy, the (D) Democratic Party. And the $500,000,000.00 secret, is more dangerous than anyone has a clue about, because this technology in the hands of monsters like Don John Dirthole Trump, will send this nation straight to its fucking grave, That is a promise, and all of BonJovi's peeps are as clueless to this, as they are about what those charged particles are truly charged with. Remember that day in April of eleven, if you're still reading me' bwogs? You know that this storm did not just spring up out of nowhere? You know it deep down in your most inner-spirit, and I KNOW THAT YOU DO, YO!!!!!!!!! Many ignorant assholes all over this planet, think that I am the one behind all of thisssssss, Mizz lovely AMC Erica, only I AM NAUT, Miss AT&T Blake. That much I solemnly swear, attest, and affirm, upon this legally, and voluntarily sworn oath, as a citizen of the United States of America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am making any of this up, then feel free once you prove that, TO PROSECUTE ME FOR FUCKING TREASON. That I say, without one bead of sweat upon my fucking brow, YO!!!! Only stupid peeps are wondering why this takes me now to the position RED-STAR #4, on tomorrow's STS (Secrets Thermometer Scale)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Misuse of these techs can literally end the USA forever, and guess who truly wants to do thisssssssssss? DJT! If you fucking Dem's don't get onboard and believe me, you are in for witnessing the end of this wonderful land in less than five years time!!!

YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

ENDLESSNESS, AND END TRANSMISSION.

Morty Death-Angel Mortino is starting up!!!!!

For a while it was better after that five day super fucking botbar death siege broke off for a day, and then slowly, it is edging back to lots of fucking death angel passes again for the Mountainpen, yo yo yo yo yo yo BROadcasters and yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

YES I DID SAY AND CLAIM THAT THE TERRORIST GIRL FROM THAT WILD NIGHTMARE SOME TIME AGO IN 2013, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! BUT NO, I WAS ALL WRONG! It is obviously the young bitch who drives the black Ford Expedition truck; ME' KIND SHERIFF KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!

Not 506 Robin Hill mid-stay, folks; but yes, it is now 5:06 Post Meridian (after-noon). So fucking cunt eating WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Let's stop all this fucking goddamn killing each other over silliness; people of Planet Earth. Can't you see that in a few years, this whole world will be worse than fucking Rikers Island, unless this horrible fucking tide is turned?????? Well, here goes me' poor whittle fucking SPELL-CHECK pwogwam, Mister Elmer Fwudd. Let me boot off and back on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, all real New Yorkers know that there is a lot more on that island, than just the famous jail, that became three times more famous, after the greatest law show of this world, graced our television presence, called, “L & O”!!!!!

You only think I have told 'forbidden shit'!!!!!

Peeps and Milituforce enemies, you ain't fucking heard diddly shit nuttin' yet, Mister Albert Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MCNY (MCNULTY)!!!!!!!!!! Think of this as Mountainpen's stairway to DOGTOWN, where the light can never be switched on, and teasing Donna can always make fun of my messed up fucking mind, as well as how 'THIS TIME' it really is for real, for REALE, and verily truly accurate, while all the other shit was all just delusions and dreams!!!!!!!!!

Another HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WOW is in order here, and just for lovely sweet you, Miss Winfrey, “ WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW”!!!!!!!!!

HALL----'OH' TEEN, HUH MISTER HALL FROM YOUNGER DAYS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA???? Between Lenny McKinnon, Patty, and mind-blown Liverpool's Count VON Marcucci, we have the REALE MAGICAL TRIO, do we NAUT AT&T Corporation, and lovely Miss Blake of the Annoyance Caller Bureau????????

This pussy chewing nightmare HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE on me since I came into this cock knocking damn world is horrendous, and it is also vely vely vely non McDowell, HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE

The past couple of weeks have been hot and humid again, like late summer time. But my hellishness puts the heat of Florida on an endless back burner, right along with all of my other woe-wiz-me's from the days of Beetlejuices and non Marcucci-Beatles, of non-1969, but rather two decades out into the photon-projected negative space of 1988 where the great and ever mighty FBI placed my problems and complaints on an endless BACK BURNER as well. So WOW-WOW and another HUUUUUUUUUUGE WOW, for two great peeps out here; wonderful and awesome Senator Sanders, as well as lovely and hero worshiped Mizz Winfrey. WO to that one, huh Billy H?

So Mister Governor Kean from 1983 and 1984; if we all are ''perfect together'', maybe my wonderful daughter would like to know if we are fallen angels as well. Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Mom!!! Hey Dad, don't steal my car and my fucking ID, and don't try and commit me to a psychiatric hospital, MOM. Jesus fucking Christ in DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO. From here to the fucking Dogtown Bridge, Mister Mack Kaiter, yo, “This is totally damn weedeekawuss!!

To this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S. Copyright Office, and some others, all pulled off; after I went to that music attorney by the name of Malcolm Rosenberg, early in the autumn of 1980, or somewhere around there. I sent the four songs on one open reel tape, at a speed of 7 and one half IPS, on a full track recording, copied onto my RS-1500-US, open reel semi-pro mastering machine, that I bought from the Martin Audio/Video store, in Manhattan, in May of 1980, and was delivered to my apartment by UPS, early in the first week in June, right before my powerful and unfathomable bizarre Lois Foca dream-HIE-RAW! Suddenly Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, from the famous BEEGEE assholes, had made a song, that was rapidly going into lower numbers, on the Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help Me”, speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. After I saw the attorney recommended by my arranger, Mister Glenn, the song magically seemed to get pulled off of the air, and was killed cold; but no one ever spoke a word to me about shit, not Howard Solomon, not Lenny McKinnon, not Malcolm Rosenberg. Then came the real kicker of all kickers; Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, of Florida-USA-ESMWG. You can see it for yourselves with the above pasted in U.S. Copyright Office PAU forms, that show a history of my musical copyrights. My 1994 book, The Permission Barrier, is not included since this was not a song; and only goddess knows why the roulette system, from two years before that, in 1992; was included, as that was not a song, but rather, a system for playing 'inside numbers' roulette. Still, I never was given a copyright on the song, and its arrangement, back in 1980. They made sure it was the following year, after the BEEGEE incident, and did not include the name of my arranger on the copyright form. The joke is that in 1977, before this particular internet song-list was used; I had copyrighted the LOST LOVE song. But it was the arrangement that was stolen, and even without the copyright, Tom Glenn, my arranger, was paid in full by me, as work for hire, or whatever they call it. This music and arrangement is all legally owned by me, and is legally my property, whether copyrighted or not; as long as Tom Glenn is available to go to court, and witness this for me someday. Should that ever miraculously happen; then the fucking press will no longer be able to call me a mother fuckiGN crackpot; oh GAP Sheriff, and GAP Mizz Bondi-AG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY:

I TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100% TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980; AND THAT THIS ROTTEN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE; AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Donna, it will most definitely be all right in the morning lightHOUSE, and in the morning light as well, Mister Wonderful Microsoft Corporation Smartwords!!!!!!!!!!!

When the great United States Copyright Office, put the order of my musical projects together, on their web-page; that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!! And in 1969's great summer of love, I was in-between year age numbers 14 and 15, precisely. Clues in the cosmos couldn't get more loud, more visible, more clear, and more in my face, if they literally had picked me up and shaken me until I died of brain fucking ass concussion. There is no denying this Sarah Krassle mess, from the tomb of a risen Jack In Jesus, to the Coral Reefs of great sunny-paradise Florida in 2016!

[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996

I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother fuckign else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously fuckiGN horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.

Just discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother fucking act up; my kind lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Public Catalog

Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)

Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W

Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.

SO WHERE IS PROJECT NUMBER 29, NONSENSICAL AS MY QUESTS FOR TRUTH, UINDER THIS GREAT HUNTINGTON CURSE, ALWAYS PERPETUALLY ARE!

[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Same Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie fucking Leo from 1985, yo!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a big ass super hyper BOOM!!!!

Global Audience from 12-09-2015, in a Shade Ratio:

Boy oh boy, my people really do get around, and I am happy to see them all doing whatever it is they do. You know life's a real real funny old dog when you sit down to ponder on stuff, peeps. You're doing your thing and Mountainpen sits here in South Central Eastern Florida, USA, wondering what it all could be about, well, not totally wondering perhaps, but the details will elude me of course, and then I must wonder if these same great travelers, read my words from what may sometimes seem to be further out than they'll ever travel, understanding and comprehending it on levels that they indeed are getting it on, but yet, its totally remaining always a bit like the great butterfly song from decades now long gone by, you know; ELUSIVE. Yeah, just a passing thought, but thought that I'd share it my kind folks. Life really is a silly old dog, and again, three cheers for Mister John Jack McCoy, the Phase-4 District Attorney of New York County, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. You go, Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, YO!

Oh well, wonderful kind lads and lassies all over the place, most 'Earthers' will always insist and proclaim, that Mountainpen is just a total crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense, and garbage. Fine, and I'll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of posted evidence, that all proves that there has to be something to my Morianity story, from 1995 through almost 2016. After all of these powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten times over, only someone who would buck and defy odds that stagger the dam imagination, could possibly say that Mountainpen/Morianity, is all a hoax, a lie, and or the product of total quintessential madness and insanity. And yet, alas, just as those same, or some of them, claim to believe is flying ships from beyond our planet, and little alien beings too, and they cleave unto their ideas with clenched fists, ready to take on Washington, DC, or the world; believing some gigantic conspiracy of some powerful group, all know some deep dark truths, and are keeping it from them. Oh well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL treatment, huh Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must be in with the fawces, to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey; that is, should you still be amongst us breathers, here in the land of the living. Am I right, gorgeous J. L. Hewett Ghost-buster? So now I hope to hear from any scientifically minded soul who can show me the most miniscule lab-tested evidence for NOT BELIEVING one thing at least, and that would be, that LIFE IS A SILLY OLD DOG!

Just discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother fuckiGN act up; my kind lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HACK-HACK-HACK, MIZZ LOVELY LATTISAW, OR JUST WHAT??????????????????

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SO WHERE IS PROJECT #29, AS I CANNOT ACCESS IT FROM MY COMPUTER?

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, FBI, & ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Gender	MALE
Industry	Security
Occupation	persecution study statistic
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown??????? Nope-mope-nope-nope, Jimmy Stewart, yo!

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze 'stop' reading this blog right now, great folks!

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My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

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Tell the truth about it all; oh great Library Of Congress!

High school musicals, and James Stoy Leslie Tinsdale, can lookout for me as I blow on down the line; trucker Bob Bad Back Levy 187, and all other fantastic Atlantic County addresses; huh record company giant JOYCE-PAULA-1978?

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No matter how hard I fight TO BREAK THE FUCK OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE ENDLESS HUNTINGTON CURSE, they simply won't cunt chewing let me, and I don't think that this is one bit fair, SENATOR SANDERS, ME' OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote old Fonty (Detective Fontanna) on the greatest law show ever to be televised ON EARTH, yo, “JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE”!!!!!!!!

DEAR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR:

Yes I suffered through major car damage from some AA female about middle to late twenties in age, driving a black Ford Expedition SUV or Truck, causing a thousand bucks of damage to my vehicle, INTENTIONALLY, and getting completely away with it, as well as two straight weeks of persecution and death harassment that was off EVERY FUCKING CUNT SCALE AND DIAL ON THE LAB, Mike also had his car destroyed as well, and now is BACK IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL, because of some “SO-CALLED” medical stupidity, where they were not correctly monitoring his medication, that keeps his blood at the correct thickness and consistency, just as what happened to another close person to me, my MOTHER, who went onto suffer an agonizing slow death and eventually died on the fourth afternoon in March in the year of 2000!!!!!!! Can you imagine, when I run away soon, from this nightmare ass county; just what I will BE TELLING PEOPLE, of my FLORIDIAN WONDERFUL DAMN ASS EXPERIENCES, SIR?

My creditors won't stop harassing me, either and I got more harassing phone fucking calls yesterday, Wednesday. They just won't quit, Senator Sanders, because TRUMP won't allow them to stop persecuting me. He knows that I know too much about HIM, and too much about how to fucking defeat his damn ass casinos, and so does his associate casino thug owners all around this Earth-Planet, Bernie sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If only you can get into that Oval 'damn' Office sir, and throw this maniac monster out of there, AND THEN DIRECTLY INTO JAIL, for all non passers of 'go' Monopoly fans out here!!!!!!! WOW would that be ultimate HEAVEN to see that wicked criminal behind bars for life!!!!

Even great celebrities and powerful politicians cannot seem to accomplish the two things that the Mountainpen in fact has done or can do. One has to do with lovely Mizz Jennifer Washburn and how it wouldn't prove anything, Permission Barriers or NAUT, and the other has to do with pre-employment, at least in the high majority of cases, and this being EDUCATION. Even my own daughter will tell you that nobody else has ever done such a thing, and the real joke here is that I didn't do anything. It just happened all around me back in 1972. A wild magical deal was made with the County of Camden, in Jersey, with their Board of Education, and despite my never attending a real high school anywhere after I went to the HTHS in Westmont, No Joysey for the 7^th and the 8^th grade, I never attended any type of regular schooling system after that. Still a deal was made where I would be given a DIPLOMA from the local area town high school, and for my mailing address at Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, that was the same school that the great illustrious Michael Landon had recently graduated from before his part in that great western show, Bonanza, as “Little Joe”, and moving on from there to numerous other great shows,my all time fave being, and many others as well, “Highway To Heaven”. The school was across from the Knights Park on West Collings Avenue, and was called West Collingswood High School, WCHS! I never went there, yet to this day, I have my diploma from there. There is not a rock star who was ever offered such a deal, and the great show of the nineties that started at the tail end of the 'Beetlejuice' eighties, called, “FULL HOUSE”, has an actress who will TELL ANY OF YOU OUT HERE, that I am speaking only absolute major powerhouse truths here on this blog. I don't mother fucking care who you are out here, from the President to the POPE, to the Queen of England whose cousin-ancestor chopped off my 22^nd granny's head on the axman's block, Sir DRAKE; no one is allowed to get such a deal, SO WHY WAS THIS THING OFFERED UP TO MY MOTHER, FOR ME, IN 1972????? Well, without getting into magical Christmas angels, or not so perfect Bruce Pennock, or great FCC future Chairmen, or magical characters from the SELANA DADA's South Atlantic City Rooming-house CLUB of 1974; let me add just one little tiny morsel bit of additional non-weirdo-flash-lamps here for anyone out here to ponder on, up in AD 2267 or so, and in or out of the mighty non-CHINESE I-CHING World Laboratories; and that would be thisssssssssss:!!!!!!!!!! Both the special-ed school on Hopkins Lane that I actually was attending at the time that this wild deal was struck between my mother and the C.C.B.E. (County Board of Ed), and the Princeton, New Jersey nightmare place that I was forced to go to without any proper cause or reason as I was not court ordered to be punished, or any other litigation or adjudication or legal procedure was ever a part of my suddenly going to that horrible place for my 6^th grade year of school, after James non-Tinsdale Stoy Grammar School wanted me to go there after I attended the 5^th grade there; but both of these places, the Princeton's New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute or (NJNPI), as well as the Cooley Hall's Bancroft School of Haddonfield, vanished suddenly; about ONE YEAR OR SO AFTER MOUNTAINPEN BEGAN TO BLOG OUT TO THE WORLD, and someone somewhere knew that all odds were that I WOULD INDEED BE TELLING MY STORY TO ANYONE WILLING TO READ AND LISTEN THE FUCK TO IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!

Also Sheriff KJM kind sir; I am most certainly and definitely NAUT buying into my seemingly suddenly becoming thrust into a world and a society that is so polarized to its very epitome. I speak of political items, yes, but also, I speak of the entire world around me as well. Everything may in fact be political, but not every issue is 'R' and 'D' or at least to the point where it cannot be separated and isolated in some rational way if for nothing other that recognizing that we all are human beings and living on this fragile little world that could be blown to smithereens in a flash should we suddenly be caught in the way of a magnatar that went off in deep space a million years ago. On top of that, my entire family has bipolar issues. I may or may not have told the story to these blogs about my days right shy of the Kennedy assassination, while residing in Philadelphia and attending the City Center Grammar School at 20^th and Chestnut Streets. My mom and her sister who was my Aunt Barbara, were all going to go the Rittenhouse Square Park nearby on the following day and make a real happy day out of it. My Aunt had major psych issues and today would be considered to be diagnosed as extremely bi-polar with numerous side psych features. Anyway she was so happy, and so was I, as I wanted the family happy and together, as what did I know about fucking life as a nine year old rug rat for crissake. We were planning to go there and make a day of it, and I used to enjoy getting the 'lemon-sticks' as they called them, basically a candy-cane sort of thing that had a hollowed out area that was then stuck into a lemon, tasting like lemonade only much better. When my mom and I got to my grandmother's apartment the following day however, and for absolutely no rational rhyme or reason; her other daughter who was my opera-singer Aunt Nutcase Barbara, was underneath the bed, rolling around, and crying and screaming out things like, “The world is against me, everybody hates me”, and all sorts of jazz along those lines, and needless to say, the family excursion over to the park WAS CANCELLED. Please don't get me started, but me' ol' damn ass pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens yo, is that everything seems to have gone absolutely and totally BI-POLAR. It seems that what began to take off after Ron Reagan came to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, has risen to levels of unmeasurable and beyond dangerous bi-polar end-times sociological absurdity, flying down a one-way boulevard at the speed of warp-drive. I do not know what is truly behind all of these things, but I am not buying that this is all just randomly fucking occurring around me and for that matter, around ALL OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So since it is happening, who then is behind this shit? Well, who for that matter is behind what happened to me on August 15, 1986, when I went to bed and woke up the next day INTO SOME UNRECOGNIZALBE BRAND NEW WORLD OF ENDLESSLY CURSED HELLFIRE? Of course there is an answer, and this answer is that the source to what is behind these wild fucking OZ-CURTAINS, comes from the COINS AND COILS of the Astral Plane of existence, AKA the PURGATORY!!!!!!

LIGHTNING HAS COME AROUND TO VISIT WITH HER LITTLE BOY, GOOD OLD RICKI, ASLEEP IN THIS NIGHTMARE HUNTINGTON FAMILY DREAM. I LUV-U-SO VELY MUCH DIANA, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE WENT AWAY AND LEFT ME, OH BOY!!!!!

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