THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
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Oh
yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT
YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
what truly is the story of all of all of our damn Schuylkill
Expressway
lives; Donald, sir????????????????
Well,
without concerning ourselves too much with mundane or trivial matters
of what my latengrate pop might very well refer to in 1976 as the
“DEAD-PAST”;
allow me to sum a few things up, just
'as if' Morianity were a fourteen year long course at some future
time,
and now it is time for a major condensed thesis to be done to earn a
high grade, and in this particular case, the grade is the
enlightenment of humanity, at least in one tiny percentage of about
one seven and a half billionth of the grand total. Before I do this
somewhat small feat, I will say the following little thing, for the
record:
I
took some nasty roach attacks yesterday after it was better for a
while, and lots of strange things are going on. Also, the dirt bag
loud car music blaster (if you want to call this 'no-talented noise'
'MUSIC', came back yesterday at 3:22 in the afternoon. The real heavy
assault came shortly before that and lasted all day long, that being
a MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE ON MY FRAIL BODY, whatever the MILITUFAWCES do
to me that cause horrendous unpleasant feelings inside my body and
leaving me with wild and monstrous damn diareah. This all began in
the year 1986, and actually, BEFORE the rest of the attack did, and
that includes the other half of the HEALTH ASSAULTS ON ME, that
totally fuck up the heart rhythm and leave you feeling extremely weak
and poor. This all started at the ending part of the previous year of
1985, and it seemed to be somehow connected with a power company near
Paulsboro, NJUSAESMWG, connected with the entire wild MUFON situation
of AREA 51 and New Mexico. Something that this place was storing in
their basement where the guards needed to walk through on an hourly
basis to hit the security clock keys that prove to an insurance
company that certain areas are being routinely patrolled, was most
definitely causing this health problem that came upon me during this
time, and then seemed to slowly lead me into many other wild and very
weird crap to follow. I had a fourth straight NAUT-SO-GREAT yet naut
totally BOTBAR DAY yesterday. This all led me to say certain things
now, today. The main thing being that it is high time to make an
“ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT” in this now fourteen plus year Morianity
project. Unlike up there in the swamplands of WASH-YOUR-HANDS
WASHINGTON, DC; my
articles cannot
be voted down
by a body of totally crooked
politicians,
calling themselves a POLITICAL
PARTY,
and daring to
pretend
that they are actually
a legitimate part
of America,
and its marvelous mother fucking CONSTITUTION!
ARTICLE
1:
These
blogs have most definitely tied together sufficient dots and items
that prove that Morianity and its tale of woe from the deepest bowels
of Dogtown (HELL), are real and true in all claims, with stuff told
regarding magical things done to me, magical places such as the RPL
Sound Studio, Cooley Hall, and Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New
Jersey.
ARTICLE
2:
Things
done and said by my mother after the nineteen-eighties ended,
regarding not caring if she ever was a grandmother, hypothetical
daughter diatribes every time she wanted to make major points in
arguments with me, as well as things in general along those line all
throughout the nineteen-nineties, as well as her actual office
coworker Mizz Patty Hollister, all leading to the inescapable reality
of my 'secret-daughter', an agreement made between these two women a
long time ago.
ARTICLE
3:
The
absolute logic defying verification on a scientific level, that even
the cosmos itself is responding to, as well as seemingly is
inter-connected all throughout this entire mess, with the greatest
example of any of them, being the levy-Shoemaker Comet that struck
the Planet Jupiter in the summer of 1994 and shortly after my leaving
the rental home of Misses Patricia Meeker in Gibbsboro, New Jersey,
to move into the somewhat now globally famous thanx to Morianity,
“HIGHVIES APARTMENTS” of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, owned by
Misses Maria Shoemaker, and following this and directly after leaving
this place for the Somerdale Death-House, all of my Atlantic City,
New Jersey excursions, on the beaches of Atlantic city in 1997; when
the Honorable Sir & 'naut yet Mayor, Lifeguard Chief Mister
Robert Levy Senior' came into the interactions of my life or my
“MIDLIFE CRISES” life,
during that unfathomable period of time in that life, that I have
referred to then as well as ever since, as my “Search
for Sarah”.
ARTICLE
4:
The
complete and perfect tieing in and agreement, with the mighty New Age
Author's concepts and belief systems, concerning what my Morianity
has named and labeled with his name and in his honor, the James
Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome, with items far too countless to name
in this Articles section now, but such as the Misses Marola of Cooley
Hall and her beyond surreal insistence and tenacity of forcing me to
come to school on a holiday, against my will, to perform a silly
little school play, on 30 May, 1969; and how this action then led me
to be in Atlantic City that same day, but at a completely different
and slightly later time than I would have otherwise been, and thus
allowing me to witness a great event on Tennessee Avenue, and that
being one of the two things spoken by the Almighty
Goddess
on this street of great wonder, that I will be proving beyond any
doubt whatsoever very shortly; has
cosmic significance,
and cannot be ignored, or
even intelligently argued by the most scientific minds on this
planet.
ARTICLE
5:
No
matter who in the world, including the great almighty American
Psychiatric Association (APA), attempts to claim that all of this is
the work and delusions of a mentally ill mind, must concede that I
have had literally dozens of people now, from Edward (Himacane)
Lynch, telling me that indeed there are some things in my life that
even he couldn't explain, and he thought he had a rational answer to
anything, to Steve Petersen the Assistant to New Jersey Federal
Congressman Andrews, in 1995 or 1996 who wrote a letter to Admiral
Perry, whom I had known from earlier times when I resided in
Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at sir Jim Wilson's dollhouse on Central
Avenue, regarding my aerial persecution and unfathomable stalking by
some unexplainable group and force who endlessly flew planes and jets
all around me morning and night, for decades of time without letup.
No one was more down to Earth, and to quote his letter to some
Republican Colleague who he had written to concerning his pal, Mark
Wayne Mohr, and I of course am speaking about my pal Sir David
Charles Roth, telling him that he was a Republican and a Churchman,
and a respectable tax paying member of the Philadelphia community,
and that these things were absolutely real and happening to me, and
that he would legally testify and witness to all of it, anywhere and
any time. Included in my list of normal and not mentally ill people
who once were alive and could vouch for me and witness for me in all
of my Morianity claims and stories, would be name recognized folks,
people within the structure of political power and law enforcement,
even though the vast majority would say otherwise, I still had a
large grouping of people who did not agree with the great
'Marola-Lottery' of going with the majority in life, in order to be
right, and her mighty words of wisdom to me that were proven totally
off base just a couple of years later down the road, when state
lotteries all began; and it was the one person of great minority who
won each day, or week, or whatever, disproving her concept of being
right by always going with the larger numbers on the arguments of
life.
ARTICLE
5:
The
incredible reality of female recording artists seemingly somehow and
for reasons totally unknown at this time still, being inter-connected
with my life, either as younger people or in present time life
situations, or in most cases, BOTH. On top of that, my pal Dave Roth
was in actual letter correspondence in the nineteen-eighties and
nineties, with a large group of them, and showed me their letters to
him, and these were top musical artists of the times,and those
letters were absolutely legitimate and real. The hugest part of
course with all of this was all happening in the very days and times
of my meeting this man at the #113 Caldor Department Store of
Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG; in early November of 1985. I speak of
shortly after becoming his pal, our trip to see his musical group
peeps called, “New Shoes” in Manhattan, early in August of 1986,
and actually meeting up with a girl who was my daughter, and neither
of us had the smallest clue then. Maybe some wild stories such as
this happen to other folks from time to time, but the odds
mathematically for even a small combination of all of it, actually
happening to any one person, literally stretches into numbers that
contain forty and fifty zeros. Any top university mathematical
professor can easily verify all of this and all of these things
someday, if of course “HALLS FAWCES” as my Morianity calls them,
would allow this to ever be done, and they won't!
I
will prepare to go through ETERNITY IN HELL of course, while the
rest of you are seemingly permitted the great luxury of powering
through IT ALL. Still, these are my 5 ARTICLES OF MORIANITY AND ITS
AGREEMENTS IN REALITY that if anyone out there could and can ever
dispute successfully, PROVING ME WRONG IN ALL OF ME' CLAIMS; well
great, as nothing in this damn world, SENATOR SIR, would make me
happier than to have this done. The mighty Sir Clarence Harris, the
1997 and 1998 Assistant to Federal-Congressman
Robert
Andrews,
said it all. He told me that HE
WAS MOST DEFINITELY GOING TO PROVE ME WRONG ON SOME THINGS.
He could not, and this made him literally get so damn-ass
frustrated, that
he nearly lost his mind.
This is the same great United
States Marine
who told me, shortly after Dairy
Queen Katy
messed up some things for me with him as well as me'
old singer pal Bob Andrews
whom he worked for; that if he could do it and if it were only legal,
he “would like to somehow fake my death, and THEN QUIETLY HANG
AROUND TO SEE WHO COMES AROUND TO PICK AT MY BONES”! These things
are all totally real people out here, THEY INDEED HAPPENED, and the
only folks who've tried to make it appear as if it is a lie or a hoax
or simply me' mental illness; ALL HAVE GODDAMN MAJOR PERSONAL
AGENDAS, as well as huge personal vested interests; in this 14+
year Mountainpen's Morianity,
never becoming a known and accepted part of global history, which in
my vely humble opinion Mister FCC McDowell, old pal from Cooley Hall,
most definitely needs to become a part of. I literally believe that
two things of equal importance needs to be done to keep humanity as
we know it fro shortly going the way of the dinosaurs of long ago.
One is a space program project that is far better than anything we
have yet for asteroid deflection, and two is the Global unveiling of
Mountainpen's MORIANITY. If you insist that this is mental illness
coupled with major fucking delusions of grandeur; then please always
remember that I firmly and most vehemently disagree with you, and
yet simultaneously; I
would fight and die on any battlefield on this Earth-Planet, for your
right to indeed disagree with me,
and to call me all the names of 'Listener-Therese', and any others
anywhere, either on or not on the mighty WFMU-INTERNET
RADIO and their Crackpots From New Jersey.
To quote a great literary god, at least IMHO people; Mister Esolph,
and his mighty wonderful and awesome fables, “And
that's THAT”!!!!!
So to quote one other great man who is perfectly capable of knocking
just about anyone right out of their Blue Swede Shoes, Sir Atlantic
City State Police 1984 Marina Dispatcher; one really gargantuan and
HUUUUUUUUUGE “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!
Hey Chester-Frank, gimme' a 'DAMN' buzz someday if you're reading
these words, for crying out loud, yo!
THE
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
Feb
6,
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I'M
LYIN', I'M DYIN'.
WELL, I sure seem to be dying aniwho! The
answer is never to keep doing the same thing forever when it is
getting a person absolutely no place at all. So I may have to invest
a little money to attempt to expand the viewership of this damn blog.
WOW SHERIFF, are me' damn MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES/Black-Hat HACKERS using
that rotten ass SPACE-BAR-HACK
on me today. But then kind sir, SOSO-WEIN???
A
major COMPUTER HACK is happening to me SHERIFF KEN MASCARA. I am
having problems trying to post up me' mother fucking whittle bwog, oh
boy, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD????????? Let's 'DAMN' try again, yo!
END
TRANSMISSION.
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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TITLES
TO BLOGS AFTER END OF MORIANITY
I
just GOOGLED up this info, yo BRAH!
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Hey
so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!
I
AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I
AM JUDGMENT PROOF,
KATY!
AUGUST
6, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:20,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!
It
hit 87 or so with a heat index well into the nineties, but then got
cloudy and cooled down real nicely. That is NAUT on AUGUST
6, 2014, but up here in February of 2020. But
what is really the difference when everything is all in our head, via
SPACE-TIME-MIND
for crissake?
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
12
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
FEBRUARY 13,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 4:5
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
[{02-13-2020}]
12:53
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
13
FEBRUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
DEAR
GODDAMN SHERIFF MASCARA SIR:
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING BRAND NEW DEATH SIEGE THAT BEGAN
THREE DAYS BACK NOW, ON THE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING ELEVENTH
OF THIS MONTH, AFTER A SHORT BACK OFF PERIOD; OH SHERIFF KENNETH J.
MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Mark W., 1954-
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WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
OH
THE GODS, MISSES
MAROLA AND MISSES MARCUCCI;
WHY WON'T THE ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS TAKE PITY ON MOTHER
FUCKING POOR ELDERLY CUNT LAPPING LITTLE PITIFUL ASS ME????????????
Oh
yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT
YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
|
There
also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in
Atlantic City, and a Santa Claus; as he helped me move one day from
one apartment into another, along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but
still, Briscoe, I
wish you were my personal fucking detective,
Lenny old “L&O” pal, YO!
JOHN
J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979,
WOW, where did it all really begin, Mizz Sabrina Dark Shadows
Collins???
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano
»
And
a bigger offender to me personally, Mister
Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey,
and I was the dam minor child. Of course, the year before that, Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
But the powers they have is a subject for a brand new expanded level,
that I can only hope to touch on about a millionth of a percent
tonight, YO!
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After
viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about
the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite
my absolutely not believing in this,
or shall I say, on
its face value
of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya),
as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient,
along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings,
covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so
far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and
labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Before going on, yes I
believe in what they all do, but only to that extent. I am not even
sure at all if those who think they know what is happening, do, and
if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe me people, they know
that you would not be able to handle this truth, and so they do what
they do to insist this is not real, and so on, and will continue to
do so; JUST
AS ALL OF YOU DO,
when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote
only what I have named this, ESS.
All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the Death Angel is going past me
on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks,
agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my
family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way
every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me,
Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and
they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not
unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows.
It's
fucking disgusting, just how accurate all of this information,
depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life,
and yet when this new
shit is added into the mix of enlightenment;
things
fucking clear up for me at warp fucking speed,
my fiends and my friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I
do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education,
and they threw you into special education way back in the end of
1968, and even before that in the school year of September 1965
through June 1966, they
threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey
Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey!
Well,
you would be right.
I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild
and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up
around 1972 and into 1973, as
I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL.
I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do
know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have
the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just
what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of
the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly?
Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just
shut up like none of this mother fucking unfathomable shit ever went
down around me, YO?
Yes
lads and lassies; this
was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally
entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL
Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU;
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
So
did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in
the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that
videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along
with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one
being the one called, “Where
No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?
FEBRUARY
13, 2020
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:13 P.M.
JANE
WHORE SLEAZE BITCH WITCH FONDA TIME,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG.
WEATHER
CONDITIONS AS OF 12:14 P.M. AS FOLLOWS:
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 54%.
HEAT
INDEX-------88 DEGREES FAHNHT.
WIND
IS S AT 11, AND GUSTING TO 21.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
RAIN
CHANCES ARE 20% TODAY IN TOWN.
AIR
QUALITY----GOOD, POLLEN COUNT----MIDDLE-HIGH
SUNRISE
IN TOWN: 7:00 A.M.----SUNSET IN TOWN: 6:11 P.M.
I
plan to let out some HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-ASS
gaming and casino secrets NEVER
EVER TOLD BEFORE,
as well as some just as Senator
Sanders Huge
bullshit about this truly WONDERFUL
LOVELY FAMILY,
who have put me literally
in hell,
and without any help whatsoever from anyone else on the
Earth-Planet!!!
There
will indeed be some sorry folks before all is said and done and
before Donald
Trump successfully murders me,
and gets his total way, huh Mick Jag? Maybe then he'll quit playing
your song so damn often!
LADS,
LASSIES, LABBERS, & LAB-TECHS, as I said in 2015, in the month of
good old mother fucking goddamn August:
Yes
I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!
I
said to myself, “Mark
you
fuckiGN asshole;
you're just wasting your time, with
your dam ass magnetics this bad!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Sir Arthur:
AHA-AHA-AHA,
and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!
Yes
the temps went even higher thanpredicted and the heat index was in
the mid nineties to the southern part of my county, in Port Saint
Lucie, Florida, USA. But then, it cooled down and clouded over,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I know that a whole fucking goddamn lot of
folks are saying: “Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
Now
the dude that night late in 1984 while I resided in Cinnaminson,
NJUSAESMWG, who called me an asshole because I made a turn that he
did not like in Fairview one early evening, but that I had every
goddamn legal right to make, can go STRAIGHT TO MOTHER FUCKING
DOGTOWN and I hope that he does, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!
LET
ME ENDETH TRANSMISSION NOW, SINCE I REMOVED SOME SHIT THAT MIGHT HAVE
CAUSED THE BLOGGER-GOOGLE PEEPS AND THEIR SOFTWARE NOT TO LET ME POST
UP!!!!!!!
ET,
ET, ET, ET, ET, END TRANSMISSION.
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