COUNTERSTRIKE OF 4 A.M., ON 12 FEBRUARY, 2020:

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 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THESE MOST RECENT TWO DAYS, FEBRUARY 11^th AND 12^th, WITH A MAJOR TRIAD NABE HAMMERING SIEGE, AN OUTDOOR CAR STEREO ASSAULT SIEGE OF THE PAST TWO DAYS, AND MORE CONTINUING COMCAST CABLE SERVICE FREEZES AND INTERRUPTIONS; and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; 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 TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 10

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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Boy oh boy Uncle Billy, and 'GOOOOLLEEEY' 'Sarg Carter', and to all the things we all see and read in the newspaper, oh wonderful Admiral Perry, of the Pomona, New Jersey, USA, FAA-Technical Center; why am I not one tiny wee bit fucking ass shocked by the endless CONTINUAL behavior of the great ALMIGHTY DIRTBAG MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?

As soon as the mother fucking DEMOCRATIC CRAP GOT GOING AND FINISHED UP THERE IN GODDESSDAMN NEW ENGLAND, POW, I AM GEWTTING FUCKING HAMMERED AGAIN BY HALLS GODDESSDAM FAWCES, and exactly according to the way that this endlessly appears to progress against me, and especially ever since the WORSENING of it all, after the morning of AUGUST 15^th in 1986 came to be, while I resided at the rental home that was owned by Richard Barf Karpf and his pop, the great illustrious Cherry Hill, New Jersey Attorneys; and every bit as crooked and rotten as the President of the UNITED STATES, and all of his attorneys, henchmen, and goons; who've all managed to covertly carry out the greatest assault in pure and unadorned stealth against me, and getting absolutely and totally away with all of it; without so much as one drop of blood on their shoes; Misses Firebug Bassler and Company, of Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG. Jane miserable fucking witch shit Whoreface just got me really 'GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD', lovely ex-girlfriend (glorified prostitute) from 1999; so allow me a brief compensation here with me' five number groupations!!!!!!!

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Yeppir folks, I have another jerk off enemy controlled one way or the other, with a real blasting ass car booming system, who is really pouring on a daily attack outside me' ol' pathetic window. This is nothing less than mother fucking ELDER ABUSE, me' wonderful SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Monday it was around six in the evening, and on Tuesday it was earlier in the day. You can hear it all for yourself, QUANTICO-FBI-LAB as I left a message for the SHERIFF on me' own phone voice-mail system!!!!!!!!!!! I know you guys can tune in and retrieve anything.

Then after two fucking Tuesday's ago, the very same thing was done to me this Tuesday, only this time it would be early Wednesday. I was watching the HISTORY CABLE CHANNEL, and the fucking cable service fucks up for no good reason and prevents me from watching me' “PROJECT-BLUEBOOK” TV-SHOW, YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Tell me Sheriff sir; just what are goddamn odds that both times it happens while I am watching me' show about a subject that BLUEBOOK deals with and that the mother fucking goddamn MILITUFORCE hates me to watch, quite obviously!!!!!!!!! It just might trigger too many memories, huh Misses Maria Stoemeyer of the Haddon Hills Apartments, of the Opera Fan-club of Musical Arrangers and Fire Dangers peeps, such as the illustrious Sir Tom Glenn? Right before the part where the psychic girl was drawing the pictures while 'opera music' was being played in that MILITUFORCE room, the CABLE was freezing up and breaking up, and then it totally died out. Now two weeks ago on Tuesday night, I was watching this show at 10 at night, and today, I actually was watching the early morning rerun of the show. This comes on at 2 AM. So don't even try and say it happens due to some mechanical screw up lame reasons at the same time, because IT WAS NAUT the same time, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE, of the 1983 ACB of the 'phone company'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So another mighty howling fucking WEEEEEEEEEEEEE from both ME as well as Chester-Frank, who most definitely knows exactly who he is, Sir Pedersen of the ILLUSTRIOUS STUDIO PARK RECORD COMPANY, OF PINE HILL, NJUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO BROADCASTED BRO, AND YO YO YO to Sir Mike Soft Corp.

Yessir Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA of Camden County New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties; “THEY HAVE BUDDIES”, not just in the military, but in banking and financial circles that stretch way out past Wall Street and Manhattan in general, but with tentacles that go for thousands of miles, yo BRRRR!!!!!!!! Some 'DAMN' things we never forget BRAH, and that for me is absolutely one of them. I first met this dude the day after me' birthday while living at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments. His sidekick who you could relate to as either Jamie Ross, Serena Sutherland, Abbey Carmichael, Claire Kincaid, Connie Rubarosa, and other such “Law & Order” television characters, in real life; was a young gal named ADA Donna Spinosi, who treated Dave Roth and me like total crap. But unlike her, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior did work with us for some time, and he did manage to fit us into his very busy schedule of numerous law enforcement duties, relating to the Office of the District Attorney of Camden County, New Jersey. Don't ever think that there aren't zillions of other things to this story, and that I won't be telling it all as time keeps going by.

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

'YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,

MY VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

and VIVA MORIANITY!

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WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

But hey beautiful tall girl, let's not fight over it, or songs, or anything, as me' pop used to say, “Life's too damn short”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then came Cooley 'HallOWEENTOWN' HALL, oh mighty goddamn Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker, sir. If lovely misses Marola hadn't absolutely insisted that year of 1969, that I be in that stupid ass school play, then I would have arrived on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at a completely different time, and most likely would NEVER HAVE HEARD LOVELY SARAH NEECY KRASSLE say to those friends of her people, who came zooming down the street in their car and parked outside of her shop there, “Your friends are in the shop”. Why is this so damn important, you wonder? Just know for right now peeps, that it is very damn important; just as when she said that other thing on that same street, to either Paula King, or one of her gal-pals there, “I'm darker than you are”. As for misses Marcucci, I only had her as my 'educator' for a few days that week in very early January of 1970, when her hubby was feeling a bit under the weather, or maybe it was just under the tunnels of great Liverpool, England; huh there Lizzy-queen?

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Oh great Billy Swan and Robin Gibb, and Marcy Levy, yo!

LIKE GODDESSDAMN SUPER-WOW; LOVELY OPRAH. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! Yes I sure would love to START OVER. To:

But whether or not I do, and we all know I will soon, when I find me'self back on that February of 1969 PATCO-HIGH SPEED LINE-TRAIN OF NEW JERSEY, in-between the Westmont and the Haddonfield stations, but without enough mind and will and memory to do much good about it, but still, regarding those two vely vely vely incredible women in this new-age internet photo download, “The resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Some cool links to early MORIANITY that really connects some damn dots:

SOME PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER in 2006

Think of the fifth dimensional hyperspace as a cone whose point begins at the center of you, wherever that truly is in the next higher dimension (the 6^th), and at every instant of motion, at the speed of consciousness processing, about one four-hundredth of one minute, varying maybe up to a quarter of one percent with each unique individual; and as we move out and up into the cone, we move out into the hyperspace of virtually limitless and countless parallel universe (dimensions, each containing four). As the cone remains smaller and nearer to our true WAKING-SELF here in so-called physical tangible life, the possible variances to the center point of here and now in this universe, are at their minimum. They do however continue to endlessly spread out into the cone, and the further into the cone that we would move from our true self here, we can see this as moving farther out into the more distant-hyperspace parallel worlds or realities. When we DREAM, for those who remember these things or NAUT; we move into the hyperspace, and normally, we enter this cone at our-POINT-self, and as we move out into its ever-widening dimensionality, we leave our waking 'real life' made up of totally perfectly divided by light speed squared energy-self isness of being, and we slowly venture out into the wilder and wilder, (by our here and now life perspective anyway), relatability. When we dream the crazy shit where suddenly the road becomes our mother's face, or the chairs in the room suddenly become the monkeys of a zoo, this is such a distant hyperspace locale that to us and our ability to interpret; we just basicly enter a MIND-STATIC-FIELD made up of these things, and we normally can go no farther out into the cone. But when things do not go this way, and the only difference in a dream, is maybe our home is laid out a tad bit differently, or we are married to a whole other spouse even, this is still fairly localized hyperspace in reference to us here and now. Now last night before coming awake again on Tuesday afternoon somewhere, I again, as I am frequently these days; back at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor, just a couple miles east on the White Horse Pike, of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG! This was even more major than the time several DREAMS BACK when I was with Stone's daughter Jennifer, and she was some psychic and a character quite similar to the fictional television part that she plays on her “Ghost Whisperer” show. This time, Ed Lynch (Himacane) had somehow won a lottery, or some similar thing, that allowed him to purchase a small part of Jenny's Park and construct a nice home there for himself. I am not going into any more details about this interaction experience, folks, other than to just say this much. When people either here in waking life, or nearby in extremely localized hyperspace in the cone, are thinking about me and thinking about a place or an incident or some such thing, then the lawtronics of the system above the MIND REALM (7^th dimension) automatically transfers the simulationogram-data so to speak of that, into “my dreams”. Think of all of this a sa very controlled perfectly ordered LSD traveling system, all legal, all safe, and absolutely organized to function in very determinable ways every time. Now when I told that hulk-built coworker in late 1979 at my job at the Camden RPL Sound Studio about my dream of what was happening in the Shipping Department where he worked, his response due to a complete ignorance to these facts, was “Mark, you're haunted”! It is always this way. Three centuries ago if any of you were suddenly knocked back to those times holding a cellphone in your hand and got caught speaking into it, you may very well be hanged as a fucking witch. All things need to be in a proper prioritized order before they'll ever even hope to have any sense made of them by humanity in general, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

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ANYONE CAN CHECK ME OUT THROUGH DOZENS OF VARIOUS OFFICIAL SOURCES. I MAY APPEAR TOTALLY FUCKING CRAZY, AND ANGRY, AND WITH VERY GOOD REASONS; BUT I AM FOR REAL, AND SO ARE ALL OF MY COCK SUCKING CLAIMS, GOOD PEEPS! This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Toronto Dominion Bank, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

UNTRUE UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????

YEAH, SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL, OF THE GREAT TV SHOW, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!

These ILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL scum-ball TRIAD NABES across from me unit #608 just slammed in or out of here, at 5:37 on this Wednesday MOUUUUUUUUURNING, YO!!!!

Talk about the DAMN ass mother fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE thing that criminal Trump said, many years back while still a private citizen, quoting what Dawn-Marie King used to tell me about me' kid, should she ever go too nuts, and freak out, and do a volley-ball stunt on somebody; and how she would never be put in jail, and then four to six years later somewhere, he said what he said about shooting somebody on 42^nd Street in Manhattan, and how he would get totally away with it. CUT ME ONE FUCKING BIG BREAK, willya' Mizz Margie Leo? Why do so many of you out here think this blog is made up or the product of a deranged sick whack job with delusions and mental illness. It proves itself, just does our great BIBLE does, folks, and you all know it if you ever studied it carefully: Read and remember some shit, folks, yo yo yo yo yo!!!

READ THIS AND OTHER SHIT 4 YOURSELF!

DECEMBER 16, 2013,

MONDAY MORNING AT 10:40

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.

Just because these are private journals, does not mean that they have to look ugly and gray and ignorant. Still, they will not be speaking to anyone, and are only for me, and if anyone reads them, that is fine and dandy. But I will not be played any longer, 'it is just that simple', to quote John Henningsen, the BBO replacement for Frederick Hinger, who moved to New York to drum for the Metropolitan Opera after being with the Philharmonic in Philadelphia, and residing in Cherry Hill, Mew Jersey back in the middle nineteen-sixties, BBO standing for the Big Brothers Organization. Gee is anyone else's life so weird, complicated, and totally fucked up at the speed of light squared, I wonder?

The mother fucking jerk off MILITUFORCE destroyed my entire fucking life, they are total fucking pigs. I no longer can listen to tapes in my car, they took that away from me, they took mike up on the fucking island away from me, and I could post a laundry list a mile long, but a more important item is of issue than just how many things I can list, and that would be the way these things all happen in a perfect timing, not once or a few times, but ALL OF THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME! At a later time, I will explain this so perfectly, that anyone with a fucking heart who may read these private journals, will be fucking reduced to tears for the day, if there are any human beings left around, huh Billyeyes Crouch Kaku? I could easily list 50 things from my four fucking years in Florida and 500 items over the past decade of time which merely brings us back around the end of two thousand three. Just when Mike Patterson and I were ready to begin starting something that pertained to my Gawnum App, bing, the entire properties along Ocean Boulevard were bank short sold and everyone, every tenant, even Mike's brother, all had just a couple of days to pack up and leave. Mike was going to stay with a man he trusted, George rings, who forgot all about him and a talk they had a short while back, and just left the area for an extended trip pertaining to his school training, and without so much as notifying his so-called friend Mike, and when he got down there, he was stranded and totally fucked. When I was going to begin things with Larry and the Tall girl club, as well as the two fellows who were going to work with me on some projects with the computer, all people from Hammonton, New Jersey where I was residing then, suddenly and I cannot ever prove it, my cuzz and my daughter joined forces to slip Dawn King a bottle of magic GET OUT OF JAIL POTION, and it worked. By her getting out of jail, or rehab really, but it was mandatory rehab that if she walked out, she would have an arrest warrant automatically forcing her to complete a long prison sentence. I doubt Einstein could have planned it this well. With her gone, I was able to do two great life changing things with these two computer geeks who had befriended me, as well as with Larry, to help me in the social circle of life. Only Dawn coming back at this absolutely wrong time could throw a monkey wrench into these great plans, and how could she possibly do this against mandatory sentencing? Well she did. They gave her some potion to rub all over her skin that made it look like she had a seriously infectious skin disease. They forced her to leave the Seacaucus Rehab Clinic, and then her attorney filed motions that this was not her fault, that medical doctors were stymied and could not seem to cure the condition so why should their client be forced to suffer the consequences of a few years in prison, and when all was said and done, in middle July of 2008, boom, she was released and placed on probation, giving her a ticked to totally ruin and forever destroy what was left of my life after an already nightmare and unspeakable life that I was forced to fucking endure, with this last thing being my final hope of escaping what I now call, the HUNTINGTON CURSE. I also now now, that this curse is not something that I can ever fucking escape, and that I am mother fucking cunt eating doomed.

Folks, as soon as that dirt bag 'other Stone' got sentenced, his pal TRUMP the crook, is bending over backward to excuse his criminal behavior, two birds of a feather scratching each others dirty filthy fucking endless itches. And this lying bastard dared to claim that HE WAS GONNA' DRAIN THE FUCKING SWAMP in Washington? Talk about WASHING your fucking WASHington hands, yo? Dawn-Marie King said countless times and I blogged it throughout the late first decade of this century and anyone can go and archive the mother fucking shit eating words that I wrote that are legally time and date officially GOOGLE-BLOGGER stamped by THEM, and there is no cheating here, yo, just pure fucking honesty, proving how real MY CLAIMS OF THE MACY CLUB TRULY ARE, and all of Dawn and Ann's great family and distant cousins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FULL MOON ACTUALLY MEANS THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON THE MOON.

But just what does JRSS mean, at noon or for that matter, at any other time of the day or the night, yo?????????????? Well we know what it stands for, but do we understand the power behind what truly causes endless synchronization in the human world we all are seemingly sharing? Before it can come even remotely clear to anyone, you need to unlearn some shit that is quite uneasy and scary to say the least. It is not something you would want to tell your frightened little kids after they wake up from a nightmare screaming at two in the damn morning. But we are not little kids, so here goes folks, and yes Mike Soft sir, folks and folksingers too!!!

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 10

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Some cool links to early MORIANITY that really connects some damn dots:

SOME PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER in 2006

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