THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
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Every
mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL.
Weirdness surrounds me everywhere.
Mold is growing in places where no water leaks or dampness is
anywhere around. The nut-job next to me has been acting up again,
last night with loud TV, and this morning with hammering; just
like whoever was in that place before he came. The
computer and the TV in my apartment is also acting completely fucking
crazy. The dude at me' old fucking job from 1979-1981, RPL
Sound Labs in Camden, NJUSAESMWG said it best I suppose, “Dude,
you're haunted”. Well, speaking of being mother
fuckign damn haunted, the asshole dirtbag network that comes on my
Fort Pierce
Cable Channel Line-up on number 23, took that great show off
the air again this fucking week, “Ghost Whisperer”, leaving only
their usual garbage that I do not watch, so screw them. This entire
mother fucking world can GO STRAIGHT TO
GODDESSDAMN DOGTOWN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, SIR FONTY, and any
coworkers of his until they get themselves killed off perhaps in that
magical land that I refer to as “Hollywood-Hyperspace”!
So tell lovely Sharon to quit shoving so much damn coke up her nose,
DRIVER JOHNNY!!!!!!!! I believe Sir
Chester-Frank would now say, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
Folks;
I will be designing a new computer application eventually, so that
anyone can input most recent items, and the program will
mathematically recreate and alter the normal ratio of odds of things
to be predicted and happen, by a minimum of a ten percent advantage.
Now in casino roulette for example, let us say we begin at any place
and any time, and we jot down the numbers that pop up at any roulette
table that we go to. No other numbers count, even those happening at
other tables close by to where our table may be. In cards, you cannot
write anything down because this is the same reason that card
counters can alter their odds in their favor consistently a small
bit, and this is of course known in the gaming world as CARD
COUNTING. With roulette, the difference is unlike the gaming
shoe in a blackjack system, every spin of the wheel is independent of
all spins happening before it, and every spin gives a precise 1:38
chance for the outcome to be any of the 38 numbers on the wheel. Even
if the casinos did alter this, what would stop players from having a
tiny micro-digital wristwatch that works just like in the old days
when we had tiny little micro-cassette tape recorders that would fit
into a small pocket and had tiny condenser built in mics, and then
simply and innocently repeat a number out loud into their watch,
quite inconspicuously? The point is that playing one-long-game in
roulette, and using a proper mathematical formula for endlessly
cataloging a players own personal number outcomes; will indeed alter
these otherwise 1:38 chances for any number to randomly come out for
you. Why? Because you are not truly changing the reality of the odds
being 1:38 for any outcome each and every spin of the wheel. But
you are altering the quantum reality of
interactive-personal-hot-numbers in shorter run plays, that
are always built into anything all the time, no
matter if we are playing a game of roulette, or counting
various color automobiles that are passing us by on a random group of
streets. You may on the face of this think that we can alter
the reality of things, but in larger quantum truth; all players go to
many wheels all the time, and it all circulates, just as if no player
ever existed, and these wheels just were spun by dealers with no
customers ever entering the casinos. These exact same principles in
quantum truth is exactly WHY on subatomic levels where truths are
actually constructed and engineered, each individual's focused
attention on any item, actually DOES alter an outcome, and actually
is also WHY space-time or its quantum fabric so to speak, truly is
not simply that, but rather is what I have called in my Enlightened
Morianity, “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. To
quote Sir Dennis Snyder here folks, and
yes Microsoft
Corporation
as well, “FOLKSINGERS” too,
“And that's just reality son”!!! So
all a player needs to do is simply record the new data, go home and
use the app that will take the new data and the old data, and spit
out the most hot numbers in shorter-run-play that are in a magnetic
percentage for the player, and then remember four or five numbers
that will be played on the following game, while not forgetting of
course to always record the new data (numbers that come out on the
game that they are playing currently). The mathematical program in
the app will do the actual work, and a player can look at it as doing
their HOMEWORK after returning from a gaming house, only the computer
is doing the work, and simply tells you your next numbers to play,
similarly as a Chinese fortune cookie tells us what lottery numbers
we should buy, only that idea next to a purely quantum-mathematical
system is not even apples and toothpicks in a comparison for
producing consistent and long term results of profiting as a
professional roulette playing 'gambler'. I place the word in italics
because it is not gambling when we have the HOT NUMBERS that apply to
our own personal quantum reality each and every time we go to play at
a casino somewhere, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! I plan to do this
and do the 2020 Census thing because my MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES just refuse to ever stop persecuting me to mother
fucking death; SHERIFF MASCARA, OH KIND AWESOME SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for actually using the technology of creating what Morianity has
referenced in many blogs over the past year or so now, to cause real
events in out localized short-term STM to alter in favor of our will;
since quite obviously several players using the ONE-LONG-GAME System
of Roulette, could indeed alter what would otherwise happen at any
roulette wheel, if they organized their efforts together at any one
time and wheel; that is most definitely a separate topic of
conversion here; me' great folksingers and folks out here. This is
when peeps such as the mighty non-Joe Young or Sir Ray Young, from
1988 of the Chinese Water-Cooler Company, got all hot and wet about
taking over the world in about ten moves, to quote him, regarding the
potential of using such mind bending operations, especially for those
with great wealth and power, and so my question is posed right here
and now to the world: Who is to say that these technologies are not
known of and used, told to these 'billionaire/world owner' peeps by
the same out of this world 'alien entities' such as Mizz Lightning
Bathtub, or any other Mike MCNY-HA-HA-HA, AHA's of the world? Shit
like fucking parallel event technology and using the short term
quanta reality of applying one long anything in group effort
functions; I mean just who is to say that this is not all a part of
the secrets of the WORLD OWNER/CONTROLLER PEEPS all along, and then
when a totally uninvited little fucking scumbag like Mountainpen just
seemed to stumble onto their secrets of the Bohemian Grove Society or
'WHATEVER' to quote me' ol' Westmont, New Jersey country-vocalist
turned Federal Congressman from 1975-1980; this indeed could have
caused all of me' problems with this horrendous and monstrous mother
fucking MILITUFORCE. Who can know such things for crying out fucking
loud, Surfer Fonty? I mean yo yo yo, JEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE for Sahasra
Dal Kanwal's sake, me' BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2020, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
Now
to follow up on something spoken in me' Blogs Of Mountainpen
(BOM) back at
11:52
POST MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
NIGHT
6
JUNE, 2019
Looking
back now on many things with so much horrible fucking shit that I
endure living here in this public housing nightmare building from
total DOGTOWN, I know that I made a huge error in not moving from
this monster ass putrid place years ago!!!!!!!!! Oh well, Sheriff KJM
and Ann King Annihilating Silva and Microsoft Spellchecker, and
daughter DAWN-MARIE, Ann's daughter, not mine, PRAISE BE TO THE
FUCKING ASTRAL PLANE GODS!!!!!!!!! Many wild
things are in the wind all around me, but things started to take a
shape all their own on Sarah Jacobson
Cooley Hall HH Watergate Day, shortly
after I decided to redo an old 1983 song called, “Girl,
I'll
Tell
You
Anything”,
and make a few changes to it, very minor ones, Mister American
Express Goldsmith Mountainpen Miners, and yes again, “OH
WELL”. Well, minus two proverbial
rivers, let me discuss some really heavy fucking shit, lads and
lassies and great awesome lab-techs and lab-dogs, and I guess lap
dogs too. First off, the death angel is passing by me major, again
now as I speak at a minute shy of fucking midnight, and all day for
days and days, right now on my left side. I've had some real
Obama-”Whopper-Doozies”
recently, and all on my right side, like Wonderful
Oprah
Winfrey or
abbreviated into WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! But let us forget about owning
the land, or owning television networks, or carrying out threats made
from more than a decade earlier, or songs from any 1983 musical
projects, while residing at Atco, NJUSAESMWG, in rental homes owned
by real estate investor Sir Jerry Pliner, owner of the L&S
Nursing Home on Jackson Road; and simply start to concentrate on more
urgent fucking ass matters for crying out loud, if we don't get shot
to death that is before the year of me' birth, or have girls all cut
up in our bathrooms while other strange witches try and frame us for
the murder. We can always get back to great Hollywood peeps such as
Maverick Tricycle Riders in Levittown homes later to become great Jim
Rockford files with lots of loose teeth, as well as lovely
BIG-O. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUIZE
for crying out loud! Right now, let
me tell a little bit more shit about COOLEY HALL, SARAH
JACOBSON, DAN MACKEY, BOB MCDOWELL, and
GREAT LOBBY AREA CHRISTMAS TREES, WILD DREAMS, AND FANTASTIC
ANGELS WHO SING WITH A VOICE SO LOVELY THAT WE ALL PRACTICALLY LOSE
OUR SANITY UPON HEARING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most peeps who are goddamn reading these things have read major shit
from back in the first quarter and maybe up to the first half of the
fourteen plus years of this blog, concerning these matters. I will
not be reiterating already told junk, so anyone not familiar can
perhaps download some type of a word-find APP and then find these
topics on earlier Morianity, and read for themselves all about
thissssssss incredible dogshit on rye bread. I am absolutely
convinced that PATTY HOLLISTER was in with that wild mystical mail
order school that had cassette tape educational learning, and tghat
she absolutely planned it so that my mom would take the information
from either her desk or a trash can they both shared at that shipping
company office that back then in 1972 was located at the 3-Penn
Center plaza on Market Street, in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, just a
block to the west of the world famous Philadelphia City Hall, and the
Billy Penn Tower. Onlt this greatr knowledge would allow Merry to use
so many of these tricks on me throughout the years, and the entire
world knows that there has always been some weird type of magic
between them, throughout Merry's entire growing up life. Last night's
great Project Bluebook TV episode on the Cable-History-Channel was
super awesome, with that ESS-implant that is caused by other names on
the great “Ghost Whisperer” show, where the dude who helped the
project last past the commission trial days, suddenly became
indwell'd by the 'alien'. Only a fool refuses to believe that
SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN in this world from time to time, totally
unexplainable of course, and unless we use Morianity's Exploratronic
Supermind Society and HYPERSPACE-DREAMING as the explanation, we are
forever lost. But how does anyone ever become a TYPE-3-EXP? Well, I
know of only one way, lovely Patty, and that is your wonderful and
awesome FASCITAR for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!! These mother fucking
doors are beyond annoying, and every time I try getting into heavy
shit with most topics in Morianity, the biggest one being that GREAT
MAGICAL COOLEY HALL SCHOOL, POP, all of DOGTOWN always dependably
breaks loose around me, does it naut?????? SO YARRRRR!!! But as
stated on many of me' blog-writings
of MORIANITY,
there are several items of major consequence that have acted as
incredible triggers for me, and causing me to then experience life
altering bullshit directly following these. A couple of days back was
June the fourth, or CHOKE DAY,
where 1983 on that date was worse for me than anything than ever
happened in Normandy, France, ESMWG. I say this because most people
have been afforded the great luxury of relating to a whole different
set of facts than I have been, namely that death is the absolutely
worst thing that mortal man can ever experience. So I am not in any
way belittling D-DAY, but what happened
to me on June 4, 1983
makes D-DAY look like a roach invasion next to a tank invasion. I am
sorry, but that's just the way it is or to quote the mighty CIA-AGENT
from the late sixties, impersonating a Campbell's Soup Employee in
Camden, New Jersey, DPA, “It's just
that simple”, yo! But a really
powerful deal happened a few years before this, although it most
definitely is all fucking completely tied together in some deep dyed
plot from the quintessential depths of DOGTOWN, and that is the farm
outside of Haddonfield that was prophesied by me a decade earlier,
where my total destruction would take place and sure enough, IT MOST
DEFINITELY DID take place! This farm outside of Haddonfield, was
indeed a farm in those days that I made that prophesy to my educator
at the illustrious COOLEY HALL, Mister DLS (David Leigh Smith).
BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT,
it became the incredible ROBIN
HILL
APARTMENTS,
OF VOORHEES,
NEW JERSEY,
DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, (Voorhees,
NJDPAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!! Wonderful
Oprah
Winfrey
times about 20! Yes folks, my goddamn nightmare life from ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS and Debbie Blondie Harry's gal-pal and NABE
BELOW ME in UNIT # 1801, while I was
residing at Unit #1802, really got me,
got me, got me, HUH, ADA RON WIRTZ
SENIOR, ME KIND SIR? So allow and 'permit me',
Mister Heinz 175
Gozzwald Gottwald Camera-Man, to further illustrate some shit here,
for my wonderful BLOGAUDIANS, yo yo yo yo yo yo, and
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!
JULY
23, 2015
THURSDAY
MORNING, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH,
SOL, MW-GAL
THE
TIME IS 6:00 A.M.
THE
TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 80 DEGREES.
WIND
IS WSW AT 0, WITH A TINY GUST TO 4.
YESTERDAY,
MY TOWN HIT 94 DEGREES, BUT IT COOLED OFF AND GOT STORMY.
LIGHTNING
CAME AROUND AND WAS SO LOVELY.
Everything
happens near the old Glassboro State College, huh Mister 500 million
secret dollar Inductotherm? Guess ten grand bets look perdy dern lame
next to figures like that, sort of like comparing fat ass zit face
ugly Moly-Ann with top fashion model NYNY! SHEEEEEEEEEEIT.
COULD
I GOD DAM USE YOUR HELP, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI; UNLESS THE
BILLIONATRIES ARE ORDERING YOU NOT TO OF COURSE, HUH C-SPAN?
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
SO
JUST WHERE IS MY PROJECT NUMBER 29, OH MARVELOUS GREAT POWERFUL
COPYRIGHT OFFICE EXAMINERS, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL LOVELY
BONDI?????????
And why did the Crime Stoppers cleaning lady have to steal my
copyright form that day when she robbed my apartment. Sheriff
Mascara, sir??????? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
JUPITER
INLET CAM
WELCOME
TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA
YES,
SHE PAID A PRICE FOR HER THEFT AND IS NO LONGER WITH US. I WIONDER
HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE FOR OTHERS TO BE STRUCK DOWNBY LOVELY MAGGIE,
THOSE NAUT MAGICALLY PROTECTED WITH BRIGGBASE ASTRALPOWER THAT IS,
BREAKING THE GREAT LINCOLN P-5-CURSE OF THE PERMISSION BARRIER, SO
FAR ANIWHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These are simple facts and
nothing more, so don't send over the SS, yo. I do everything all
totally LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY, yo!
Yessir
Sheriff; I
will be telling the 2020 Census all about what was done to me
underneath Atlantic City's CENTRAL
PIER
on the 5th
damn day in July,
and let the damn chips fall wherever they do, all over their
numerous roulette tables in town, and perhaps some city parking lots
back nearly thirty-eight years ago as well. They just won't stop
harassing and endlessly persecuting poor little mother fuckign me,
so fine, and fine',
Sir Tom Glenn
lead-sheet writer-copier. I NEVER EVER FORGET ANYTHING, unless the
Exploratronic Supermind Society goes back into the photon-memories,
and cause things simply to either NAUT be there, or alter what was
there before, with their world and perhaps even intergalactic
spirit-dream-travel, huh Gene Roddenberry TRAVELER LATENGRATE?
DOORS,
DOORS, DOORS,
& here we go again; or as I said in one of me' music projects
quite a while ago; “HERE
WE GOOOOOOOO”!
Long story short, why not let the officials and DNA experts sort it
all out? In any case, the M2F doesn't want for this to all come
rushing over Niagara's great waterfalls, and IT WILL, IPYT, so why
not make them as upset as they have been and always are, MAKING ME
ALL THE MOTHER FUCKIGN GODDAMN TIME, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEE?
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane sir, just what is this all about on Tennessee
Avenue, with that lovely magical teenager
SARAH, in the year of 1969?
Just
what really is behind three magical statements that SHE made on this
wild and surreal street in this globally famous resort vacation
city, AKA America's Playground, East Coast's SIN CITY, or just plain
ol' Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG?
“Your
friends are in the shop”. (1)
“I'm
darker than you are”. (2)
“Let's
play a game called Guess the Name of the Guests” (3)
Well,
first off, two of these three things said by HER,
were said right here in the waking world reality of the so-called
“here and now” of everything. But one of them was said by HER
from a parallel reality, or what Morianity refers to as “inside of
a dreaming experience”, a (hyperspace-interaction). I fully
believe this GIRL is truly, PINK
GODDESS,
the energy that surrounds our entire galaxy, that caused life to
spring forth in it from the Purgatory in an organized and programmed
way, and is totally behind, and in full charge over, all of the
resulting items that are all comprised from HER
creation. When I was a boy, I was just as poor as I am now in adult
life, and was lucky if I even had a mother fucking television. I
never ever had color
television.
That was
simply way out of me' league while growing up, financially. HERE
COMES THAT OTHER FAVE BLACK HAT HACKER HAT, THE (SPACE-BAR-HACK),
causing words to all string together, and the usual space bar to not
work as it should, similarly to the SHIFT smaller bar that if
hacked, causes me to appear stupid and uneducated, with many non
capitalized words that should have been capped and were capped, or
so I thought, until the hackers fucked up me' blog work. I simply do
not have enough time or energy to check every single word that I
write, and you cannot always depend on the Mike Soft Spellchecker
Program to work either, as many things interferer there as well,
such as many words are legitimate words only they are not what the
blogger wanted to use, and on and on I can go with their silly
stupid tricks and nonsensical dogshit that they endlessly do to me
as well as other bloggers I have been told. Hackers most fave thing
to hack on peeps computers are their mother fucking WORD
and OFFICE
Programs.
This was told to me by the dude that I used to refer to as the NEW
GROUP LEADER
or AD6,
and also, Sir
Ed
Himacane Lynch
confirmed that as well, telling me that this was indeed so, way back
in 2007, when I would use his laptop computer to do me' blogs. Let's
get back to why I call PINK
GODDESS by
this name, and how TV, my being endlessly kept down and poor and
financially oppressed by powerful entities with absolute agendas,
and the King of Syfy, Sir Gene Latengrate Roddenberry all fit into
the story, yo!!!!!!!! Here comes another mother fucking
(WORD-DISAPPEARING-FUCKING-HACK),
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND VIOLATION OF ME' CIVIL RIGHTS, HUMAN
RIGHTS, CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, AND IT IS CRIMINAL FUCKING ELDER
ABUSE ON A CITIZEN OF THIS LAND THAT IS OVER 65 YEARS OF FUCKING
AGE, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!! So getting back to this, there was an old
and original STAR TREK TV SHOW that was called, “Where No Man Has
Gone Before”, back in the middle late part of 1966, thirty years
before I was watching both my TV set as well as occasionally, me'
venetian
blinds,
and having my weird thoughts of SARAH
KESSEL,
over and over, and without any troubles, tribbles, or high frequency
hi-fi sounds involved in the mix. On this episode with Gary
Mitchell, the great PINK GODDESS went into him and he then became a
GOD himself over a short span of time, and almost wiped out the
Starship Enterprise, that is if naut for the quick thinking of
Captain Kirk and of course that awesome very endlessly logical
Vulcan, Mister Spock! By the way,talent like this exists in
extremely rare circumstances any more. There are a few great talents
out there, one being Dick WOOOOOOOOOOLF of course. Still, it is vely
vely rare, huh old pal Bob McDowell from Cooley Hall, who went onto
do many things, become a man as Dan Mackey predicted, fulfill many
father-daughter prophecies of his old buddies, and even become the
Chairman of the great Federal Communications Commission. But me'
pernt here Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens with all of Thisssssssss, is
as follows: When the great Starship made its way to the so-called
galactic barrier where PINK
GODDESS
surrounds HERSELF,
watching over all of HER
great marvelous creation; SHE of course was colored PINK in the
TV-show, but I being too mother fucking poverty stricken to know
that as a boy and a great STAR
TREK FAN,
was unable to be privy to that part of the reality behind all of
this. In fact, it was naut until I lived right here in Florida and
bought an old 'STAR
TREK' VHS VIDEOTAPE
from the local Fort
Pierce Goodwill Store,
that I was able to view this great show IN COLOR, for the first
time, and then come to fucking cunt totally realize THESE
BEYOND POWERFUL AND AWESOME TRUTHS.
I often wonder why I didn't realize many things earlier in fact,
since my
daughter's favorite color
in fact, IS
HANDS DOWN,
WITHOUT ANY DOUBT FROM MISS
601 CHILLIE
OR LENNY
ANDREA BLAIR MCKINNON,
“PINK”!!!
“Oh
I'm the great Stacey (NEECY), I'm in my great city”.
WHICH
ONE????????
I will never forget that wild experience just days after the great
PROJECT BLUEBOOK
was canceled, or supposedly canceled (taken underground) in real
truth of course; when I was given that powerful unforgettable DREAM,
where SHE took my chain and said that SHE
needed it for HER
GREAT CITY.
I'll promise anyone out here one incredible thing. If this had all
happened to anyone of you, and you then somehow miraculously had
managed to remain somewhat sane; you would be the last person to
read these things here and then laugh at me! I'll bet you all thirty
billion bucks on that, double or nothing, ANY TIME! Something about
lots of beautiful colored brilliant lights, both in the human realm
such as NYNY or even Atlantic City, and then the Astrally-Connected
Capitol City of the Capitol Province, SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL;
I mean really, please cut me a break here Mizz lovely 1985 Margie
Leo from 113 Caldor Store! TANKS. BOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do
any of you know what the great ECKANKAR
realized locale of Purgatory is named in true English conversion to
speak-language here on this Physical Plane of life? City is always
in the middle on the Astral plane should an odd number of words be
in the full name of it such as Sahasra (1) Dal (2) Kanwal (3). DAL
in Province Olympia of the ASTRAL PLANE, is the same as CITY
or INTERACTIVE
GATHERING IN LARGE NUMERATION.
SAHASRA in Province Olympia means SARAH or really it means LORDESS,
LORD, and ESS
is the feminine
conversion
to the AH,
as in SARAH.
KANWAL in Province Olympia means KRASSLE, and KRASSLE
is the Astral
Plane definition
of Omnipotent
and absolute
quintessential
total,
in all provinces. As I typed this, more hacking with that stupid
dialogue box popping up when all I did was hit my button to make the
color go from black to red as I always do, and it should naut have
happened, BUT IT DID!!!!!!!! But then,
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So how can I put this powerful truth together when all I ever saw on
my TV-set back when I would see that great STAR TREK episode
throughout me' boyhood years, in the limited BLACK AND WHITE ONLY
version? When you seriously begin to entertain many such thoughts,
we realize without having to be anywhere near a fucking cunt
Einsteinian genius, that my being kept extremely down and poor
throughout me' entire life, is also to
keep me from being able to realize MANY SUCH AWESOME THINGS.
The
possibilities,
to quote Elizabeth
Montgomery,
on her fabulous Bewitched
TV SHOW,
are
“ENDLESS”,
just as she told her hubby, Mister
Darren Stevens,
when he said to her, “What could your mother do to me”, you
know, Endura the lovely red headed powerful witch, was who Darren
was referring to. Funny
is it naut, Mizz Blake,
just how
endlessly the great cosmic dots
insist on making their wild and surreal connections to every whittle
damn ass thing, yo??????
SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE
and yes Mike Soft and lovely Mizz Kitchen Patrol of Abseacon back in
1997, it also can indeed be quite damn
WEEDEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
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©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
FEBRUARY 24, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
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CRESCENT 1:7
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I
am inches away from a BOTBAR DAY today, following
Sunday's 'NON-BOT', and I used to call these type of fucking days,
“BOTBUR”,
meaning BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. How Dave
Roth and I had some bellowing loud ass laughs back in the late
nineteen-eighties, and throughout the nineteen-nineties as well;
over those terms of BOTBAR and also BOTBUR.
It was about as funny of course as Ziggy's trip and fall at his
Central Pier Jetty in Atlantic City, the Long Island scary staircase
where the family had their GREAT CHASES in the early
nineteen-seventies, and my nearly 34 year interactive experience of
quintessential negative activity with the MILITUFORCE,
all rapped up into one HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fat ass
incredible nightmare on super ass
steroids, for crying out mother fucking
loud!
So
far, I've had weird shit on the computer as soon as I opened up the
OPEN-OFFICE 3-1 program,
with a weird uninvited file suddenly just
appearing out of nowhere, an inability to reach a medical
office and when I drove over to the place to discuss something with
them, they told me that their phones are just fine and all the
patients are calling through without any problems whatsoever, and no
luck at my local bank on getting a financial decision on something
that I was told would absolutely be available on this Monday, and
now will take another one to two weeks. Also, another letter and
bill from the crooked Trump-Connected Portfolio Recovery Debt
Collection Agency was in me' mailbox, on a debt that is now ten
years and two months old, and is ILLEGAL TO
ATTEMPT TO COLLECT by any laws that I am familiar with. I
forgot to mention also, that on that day that I was at the Walmart
of Fort Pierce last week, I also went to the blood lab in town,
Quest, and some patient just as I arrived, passed out before
anything was even done to them, and this held shit up for an hour,
and I had to endure a super long wait there for some simple damn ass
blood work that normally takes at most, a quarter hour in and out.
Here comes some heavy damn (SPACE-BAR-HACKING) on top of all these
other damn things; oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Tony
Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said
in 1973, to
tie a yellow
ribbon
around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming
home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one
centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE
CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come
home; Misses Marola, and Misses
Marcucci????????????????????????
The
harassing and health wrecking mother fucking CHEMTRAILS are very bad
here in town today, as well, SHERIFF
SIR, so look up and see what I must
suffer through, and endlessly endure, on top of all of their
ever-unrelenting GROUND ASSAULTS AND ELDER
ABUSE, PERPETRATED ON ME CONTINUALLY AND ENDLESSLY,
SIR; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have
been coughing and wheezing WITH THESE POISONS ALL AROUND ME ALL
'DAMN' DAY TODAY, SENATOR SIR. Uncle Billy on that great old movie,
“It's A Wonderful Life” said it all, with his great line of “Boy
oh boy oh boy Georgie”!!!!!!!!!! What I don't have to mother
fucking eternally suffer through, great Blogaudians, AKA Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Labbers (Lab-Technicians)!
Guess
who just mother fucking totally nailed me with her ONES-GROUPATION
AGAIN?
You guessed the guests heredahelda and HERE, sweet adorable
folksingers and FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss
Rottenjane Shitpants Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit!!!!!!!!
SO
HERE IS ME' COMPENSATION:
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Feb
13, 2020
12:00
PM
– Feb
20, 2020
11:00
AM
|
Krystal's Ball
Guarantee
and disclaimer information:
Anyone
using this and is not satisfied,
can have $5.00 back!
Publisher: Krystal's Ball
Rating:
Price: 0.99 USD
(ninety-nine pennies) Just
how cheap are folks?
The
joke is that this is worth 100,000 bucks, and I would say this to
any damn district attorney in this nation, as I know how powerful
this thing really truly is.
You
will have to prove to me that this does not work for you, I am no
fool!
DOWNLOAD
@ GOOGLE
PLAY STORE
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF NOON, ON 24 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 THIS
CURRENT DAY OF 24 FEBRUARY OF 2020,
WITH
A
MAJOR SKY AND HEALTH SIEGE, PHONE INTERRUPTION SIEGE, AND FINANCIAL
OPPRESSION SIEGE, 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.
SO
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, BIG OPRAH W.
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. Now the first character who assisted
ADA Ben Stone, under the authority of D.A. Adam Schiff, in this
fictional television show that even superseded Perry Mason in
greatness; was Mister Paul Robinnette.
I may be misspelling the name, or naut, who knows, Mizz
Blake; BUTTERCHEESE and a BIG ASS BUTT and but people; when
this show began, I had moved into my third and final time at the
great and world established by now, ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS. I find Sir
James Redfield and his Morianity created JRSS deal, just way
too damn incredible to pass up as insane nonsense, nor the delusions
of so-called magical-schizophrenic thinking. Now
I can be wrong, but then people yo, I COULD JUST AS WELL BE TOTALLY RIGHT; and you all goddamn know it too, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Sir Mike Soft, Sir BROADCASTED-BRO too, yo!!!!! So to quote Sir Chester-Frank here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!
I can be wrong, but then people yo, I COULD JUST AS WELL BE TOTALLY RIGHT; and you all goddamn know it too, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes Sir Mike Soft, Sir BROADCASTED-BRO too, yo!!!!! So to quote Sir Chester-Frank here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!
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!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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