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7 FEBRUARY, 2020

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 7

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FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 2020

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“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

It's pouring rain now at half past three on this morning, peeps, here in fort Pierce, FL-USA. This was predicted, and there are storm watches up and down the entire east coast of this country right now and throughout the rest of the pre-dawn morning. But that is nothing next to the storm that I tried quite hard to warn this world about, NAUT ONCE, BUT TWICE, YO. First in the second half of 1980, or more accurately, in early after 1981 after I had copyrighted my song, only was it really my song, “Love Is For Carpenters”? In any case, the second time was during these blogs of the Mountainpen, warning the entire world what a total deranged dangerous monster and criminal that the mighty Sir Donald Trump truly is. Both times, oh Hugo; I WAS IGNORED. Way more hurt than I can ever be as a result of this, is that all of you are as well, first with all of us having a number and none of us having a name, and then with this beyond monster from hell in control over the free world. Jay-Jay Evans said it better than anyone else I know of, even though both myself as well as the musical artist from the early nineteen-seventies Mister Hurricane Smith, also have echoed these words, and those being, “WHAT CAN I SAY”? Oh yes Mizz Blake, I may NAUT be the greatest known prophet on the planet in my time period, but I am still claiming to be same and merely with the world 'known' removed! SAD, vely vely sad! The phone company thought that nineties joke of CALL-TEN and the CALLIO FAMILY was real real REALE funny perhaps, but as with many of the greatest jokes on this Earth-Planet, me' folksingers and me' folks out heredahelda and OUT HERE, along with Sir Mike Soft; THE JOKE IS ON ALL OF THEM!

“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

Today, 7 February, in case anyone may just remember; is MCGUIRE DAY, and the 23^rd anniversary of the day that I met him in adult-life, on Tennessee Avenue, HIS STREET since he appears to think that he OWNS IT, LOVELY SPOON DANCING OPRAH, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG.

Ever since the stock market began operating in the eighteen-hundreds, heredahelda and HERE in America, it never ever traded its industrial averages in points greater than THREE-DIGITS, that is until early in the 1983 year, and just a couple of months AFTER MY DEPARTURE FROM 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, in Voorhees Township New Jersey, USAESMWG. Discussing this in its fullness would require a book more intricate and more lengthy than the United States TAX CODE. ButTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT BUT, it can indeed be summed up by saying a few things, beginning with Thursday being another big UP DAY for it, and all as a result of TRUMP'S ACQUITTAL in the UNITED STATES SENATE from charges brought against him in the HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES for his IMPEACHMENT. Rather than be happy for this event, he has become more of a total fucking sicko monster, and has railed against all of those whom he perceives as those frustrating his presidency since he took office in January of 2017. I of course DID WARN THE WORLD of his behavior long before he even threw his mother fuckign hat into the ring in 2015, and EVERYBODY OUT HERE KNOWS THIS, AND KNOWS THESE BLOGS SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES AS WELL, PROVING WHAT I AM NOW CLAIMING TO BE THE ABSOLUTE AND TOTAL TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU ALL that the market would be at 30,000 points which it is, and I told you all what a brutal monster and criminal TRUMP is, was, and ALWAYS WILL BE. I had absolutely nothing to gain at all by doing any of thissssssss, oh lovely Erica of AMC SNAKES in 1983, and everybody else too, yo!!!!!!!!!!! I remind you all how he continues to say that the markets will crash drastically should anything happen to him or his position of great and lofty global power. If the Democrats can't kick this monster out of office this year with the upcoming national election vote, then this entire world is TOTALLY DOOMED, oh not the wealthy fuckign dirt bags, but all OF THE REST OF US POOR SHMUCKS OUT HERE WHO ARE POOR AS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Endlessly kept down endlessly oppressed, and covertly made the endless SLAVES of this new world order's wealthy class known as the billionaires. THEY are the new world nobles, and the rest of us are the new world serfs and SLAVES!

What nobody understands unless they are really seriously into mathematics, is something called the absolute rule of quick-percentage, named by Mountainpen, but the experts in the math departments simply have other similar names for the very same truths. Once anything starts and then gets going, it is under a powerful physical natural law known as MOMENTUM. My Morianity has called the combination of these two concepts, “Magnetic Percentages” and again, this most likely is also in the high-math books somewhere, but under different titles and names. When the stock market in America broke out of the three digit maximum, exceeding a greater than 999.99 points on the Dow Jones Industrial Average, it entered one of two phases that I have attempted to discuss intelligently to a less than genius world around me. I promise you all that most WALL STREET TRADERS are not fully cognizant of the awesome power behind these words. But if we take the year 1983 when it hit 1000 points for the first time, and shortly before my omnidirectional UNEXPLAINABLE WEIRD CHOKING CONDITION CAME ON ME OUT OF NOWHERE; we can see that the basic all time CONSTANT in the market of an averaged annual ten percent gain, suddenly took off in the laws of 'larger-numbers'. Taking a ten percent increase in value from the year of 1930 when the markets were an extremely tiny number is one thing. But once it eventually grew to a more sizable number in points, the rate of expansion and mathematical delta, became more and more intense. It works like time works on human beings. When we're fuckign children in grammar school, we sit and look at the slow moving clock from half past one until somewhere around three, taking forever and ever. But as we grow much older, time literally appears to pass us all in a much faster movement. Ask any older person and they will tell you that years go by so much faster than they did for them as much younger people. There is no weird magic going on here, and the reason is quite obvious. It is all happening within a built in mathematical process, and not too many things operate more mathematically than the human brain does, when all is said and done. But if we multiply 110% times the DJIA-POINTS on the final week of every year on the final day of business or the last Friday of each year; ON AVERAGE for a very long time, the DJIA follows this TEN PERCENT ANNUAL UP-TICK. Because of this, and I speak here in every bit of a fucking omnidirectional way as I speak of all parallel event reality where EVENT-A AND EVENT-B seem to be attracted to each other in either a positive or a negative way, as I was just recently discussing on a recent past blog; but yes, because of this, my entire life that for whatever reasons lay magically behind this parallel event where I am EVENT-B and the DOW JONES is EVENT-A, or reversing the two if you wish since either direction works in parallel event and unlike with KARMA'S cause and effect where only EVENT-B is a result of EVENT-A, but this explains why my life from time to time gets better and gets worse, because not only are very short term boosting effects connected into this parallel event, but also corrections from the normal ten percent annual profits where in a longer term, the percentage goes off a little bit from 10%, and taking sometimes as long as years to return again to this constant equation, and these two elements combined are why my life takes such major dips, since most of the time, the stock market is BULLISH, and anyone who knows anything at all about it, KNOWS THIS IS TRUE. In a total nutshell, as anything progresses, a momentum begins to be born and as many or most born things, they also GROW, and this is what is behind those otherwise totally invisible OZ-CURTAINS. So first, the markets got much bigger as enough time passed so that the ten percent annual growth would start having much larger dollar effects on the economy. Then, my life since it's on this stupid ass fucking parallel event with the market, has bigger and bigger effects and the really bad times and really bad shit around me has grown only worse and worse and worse, as this market continues its seemingly endless exponential expansion. This and ONLY THISSSSSSSSS, me' lovely Erica Snakes, from 1983-AMC; is the explanation that would otherwise remain an endless rotten fucking mystery for me, naut that this is naut endless misery; huh lovely Mizz Blake from AT&T??????????

The James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome is nothing to ignore or scoff at, and why this man has naut been on every single national television show with his concept, only mother fucking totally proves to me, that HALLS FAWCES are doing all that they are able to, in order to thwart this incredible knowledge and wisdom to spread and create the beginning roots of this supposedly new age movement, that in my humble opinion (IMHO) never really came at all. Anyone out here who can disbelieve Morianity Lawtronics, same thing as synchronicity, only it is one part of Lawtronics and there are other parts, but anyone who can doubt this, merely has no argument to do it and they are just being complete douche wads and ignoring the facts surrounding this powerful surreal phenomenon. I of course can type out a thousand of these things in my life without even trying or batting what's left of me' damn eyelashes. The one that comes to mind right now is the United States Copyright Office and its choices for labeling my 29 musical projects in a chronological file order that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the actual chronology of the projects sent to them. There are many wild JRSS items, but we all know, and I FULLY BELIEVE THAT THE MIGHTY COMCAST CABLE COMPANY IS AWARE OF IT, since their ad-spot a few years backnow with one of several telephone numbers that they list for calling them to receive their services. I speak of this one now in retaliation for the fuckign freeze-out just shy of midnight, causing me to have to reboot the system to restore my service, A-G-A-I-N!!!!!!!!!! Yes, that number shows the very same truth that my SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD does, as far as my daughter's age at particular years.

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Then look at the next one that has nothing to do with COMCAST or MC's matching ages and dates, but rather when I was between the ages of 14 and 15 YEARS, and they placed my two 1996 “SARAH” SONGS, right there in that very matching spot. Take a look, yo!

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

Now folks, I don't think that I am such a damn important person, that a government agency such as the great LIBRARY OF CONGRESS © OFFICE would intentionally do this, and yes, I am not saying that even COMCAST did it intentionally. So then if they are NAUT doing this intentionally to try and drive me mad, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE MAHM; then it must be this unfathomably wild JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME (JRSS). Now if there is another possibility, tell me, yo; but don't go leaving some stupid moronic comment like Mizz Know-It-All WFMU LISTENER-TERESA, and say, I am merely completely and violently insane. Saying that when there is so much never ending proof to display, only tells me that peeps like her are just too stupid and or too close minded to see anything not one hundred percent ordinary every day shit.

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

Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March 16, 2012 at 09:00 AM

At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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Sometimes a school is reality inside of the MAYA of the waking world hyperspace. By the dark cover of night time however, things are always drastically different. There is an entire world that materializes here. Sometimes one moon is up in the skies over this world, and sometimes there are two moons. THEY NEVER ARE SUPER MOONS, and also, they never appear to orbit. Mortal logic says this is not so. In fact, the simple reality is that some kind of light system goes on at night. But why only one or two strange circular lights up high, and never ever, do any lights come on at the place where they should, at the level of the ground. By day, the scene alters, with help from the electronic elf's and leprechaun's, but again, this is the mortal world explanation. Moving this one step further towards finality of my point right now; look at it this way if you will, kind people. You know what should be, and you know what appears to be, in many of life's situations. You may even know what definitely should not be. But, and I mean BIG-ASS-BUTT but; that does not always produce a great personal area where we can all agree to come to terms with the unknown. This is what fascinated Steve, Shirley, Patty, Stephanie, Ziggy, Russ, and of course, myself; all the way back as far as the nineteen-sixties.

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Now I will not tell who it was who put me into a mild trance, against perhaps my better judgment, and made me remember that wild night a little bit clearer, the night that altered my history, FOREVER. Still, as Gene Blucran Rotten-Berry and his pals all knew quite well, my non-probe induced trip that lasted 153 days and not to the Russican Planet, was one thing, merely adding the letter-C to the country known as Russia in the non fiction world; and it was an entirely different thing how my 1980 traveler song that was my best recollection when the event was brand new to me, of a much more gargantuan truth, the song sung to me by the GREAT SCYLLA GODDESS JEHOVAH, owner of the multiverse; called what else other than, “Love Is For Carpenters”, and sometimes shortened by me this author, to LOIS FOCA. The illustration sentence above makes an obvious conclusive reason for my doing this, no rocket science involved at least not that I was yet to be consciously aware of. Still, Gene Roddenberry sir, I was also the New Jersey inventor from World Laboratories, with my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL invention. The odds of all of this coincidental activity would be perdy dern close to a million to one against being just that, and not a connection directly to my life, in the 'non-fictional' world, and what a laugh many think those words to be, only I am not laughing, lads and lassies, not even in a whisper tone.

Now the real problem in analyzing my entire ligfe that eventually created all by itself, a religion for this third AD millennium, is that it is complex, and also by the minds and attitudes of the masses who let the media asshole world owners control their every thoughts and actions at least 95-99 percent of the time; all of it is totally crazy and nuts and not worth wasting five seconds even learning about any of it. Well I assure you, this is not the attitude of the WORLD OWNERS who make these masses think and believe this about me. They know it is all 100% for real, and then they act like an old foe of Almighty Jehovah, ''SATAN'' as church and religious folks call this entity; go onto deceive and lie about what they already know to be true. This SATAN bastard, knows that we all are totally eternal, and that there is a Sahasra Dal Kanwal, a great almighty Goddess who he has managed to cleverly currently get very close to, and she allows this; but then he lies to the rest of humanity and makes us all believe after life there is basically nothing ever again and get it while the 'gettin's-good' as they say; as after you die, bye-bye, it's all over forever. He knows this is nonsense, and yet tells the world continuously, a direct bold face lie of the complete opposite. This is how this agent of evil and hell works his magic to steal all the light out and away from our world, slowly but surely, it is more and more rotten and miserable, no matter how great and wonderful any thing at all, begins as. Now I am not going to go into a ninety thousand word diatribe here on this blog about the details that concern all this, as it is not important right now. But I have literally a four digit collection of facts that are far different than those known about by any scientific community, religious community, or even, occult and paranormal community. This places MORIANITY into a zone all of its own, and just because it stands quietly alone for right now, other than for 60,100 page views by maybe 15-50 steady readers and a few stragglers and curiosity seekers, of whom the gods only know the percentage of non-agents; still, maybe it is my job to show AGENTS how real this all is, as after-all, it is they who literally contain the power to make huge changes around all of us little powerless folks that definitely effect all of our lives at multiple countless levels, continually.

Now, if what happened to me in August of 1986, is ever to be fully grasped by any of you, let alone by me; an entire group of events, to quote the great Terry from Egg Harbor, New Jersey, not the detention center or the island high school, there Microsoft, but thanks for the memories; all needs to be properly categorized, if not in a perfectly organized time order to get Terry salivating, so much as, a complete order or a list of the ''everything involved'' in the August 1986 life altering experience. It involves using Magnesonic and the crush-destruct punishment sequencing programming of another NEW JERSEY INVENTION, only it ended up becoming one single invention, and never was housed in one single unit or machine, remaining to this day, a collection of technologies never encased into one fixed and grabbable brief case or even large electronic box. The only word that fits what I need to say is GRABBABLE, so screw it if I need to make up this new word and use it. I need to tell what I need to tell, case closed, Archibald queens Bunker! That too could be thought of I suppose, as ''ALL IN THAT FAMILY'', if I am allowed a small bit of humor here, folks.

You missed me Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Waterwitchbitch! Close, but still, ha ha, no dam cigar. The things that were all going on at the time of this life altering deal, was crushing the great Sarah Krassle on Magnesonic and then taking the broken image-object or (IO) for a short abbreviation; to the dark shores of Long Beach Island in New Jersey, and digging a whole an d burying this likeness of her into the sand near the breakwater. The entire weather altered within seconds after doing this, and stars winked out and clouds rolled in, and a chilly almost winter wind came zipping along that night in late July of 1986 somewhere, if my memories are at all accurate, it had tobe within the three official months of summer time, that much I remember clearly. Memories only fuzz out when this great TAWF family is involved in things, one way or the other. The only time my memories have appeared to be MESSED-WITH, or whatever; is when THEY ARE INVOLVED IN SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE, and never at any other time. The trip to see the group called, NEW SHOES, in NYC, USA, friends of my pal Dave; was also made on Saturday evening, the second of August, 13 days before I had sent the song I came to write the following week, about my experience while Dave was in the night club and I had chosen to remain in the vehicle, for copyright, called, “Real Good Girl”, and then the wild experience with the major earache that hurt as bad as a mastoid infection or whatever they used to call extreme infections in ears. Why this happened is unknown, and is all around the very same time that my musical arranger, Mister Tom Glenn almost burned to death in a fire. He had just been operated on in a nearby local hospital, and was recuperating when a major hospital fire started, always always, FIRES, as I said many times, the recording studio fire next door at th etoy factory, right Emmit Smokes? The apartment fire just down from my apartment in 1984, while I was at my second of three total stays at the Robin hill Apartments, photos have been previously posted and doing it every time I reference it is kind of blogger-babyish, at least to me. This is all way too serious to play, “Wow look at a fancy blog”. Urgent important stuff needs to be spoken of here folks, no time right now exists for childish games.

Now the same wild forces that were all starting to interact on me so incredibly negatively in August of 1986, were the very same ones that were there a decade later when I suddenly was struck like a magician's spell aimed my way, to locate the mystery-girl of my past, Sarah Nurockey, if this is her name and proper spelling, as I cannot ever be humanly sure. I only know that on the Astral Plane, the land of the dead, her name is Sarah Krassle, and is indeed spelled exactly like this, not the way Razzy McThaxton spelled it on his nice comment on that now closed off chat page on me, from the WFMU radio station, I do not know if it is an internet-only station, nor could I care in the least little bit.

So without even beginning to touch the fifteenth day in that 1986 August, kind folks, you can see that already, many things were all going down all around me and my circle of associates, from friends such as Dave, to musical arrangers I had do some work for me six years earlier, and so on and so forth. Still and all, along came the night that I fell into my bed and asleep, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, on Route 70 or the Marlton Pike, same thing; in New Jersey, and things altered forever for me right then and there. Interesting, you know, those first three letters in the name of the highway that is also numbered another wild coincidental numeration, MC was born in 1970 of course, and this is, you must realize, another high odds coincidence here, (MARlton Pike). Still, it goes deeper. Despite being in extreme agony, I chose to use my I-CHING-WANDS to travel to no specific place, I believe my mind set was along the lines of, let the spirit guide me, literally. I do not remember the hexagram that I had thrown, unlike that time nearly a decade later around shortly past midnight early into the morning of 1996's Pearl Harbor Day, December the seventh. The ear infection was no where near as bad when I went to sleep on the night as it was on the morning of my next day awakening. Before doing anything I went to the then called, Garden State Hospital to get antibiotics and ear drops, and have it looked at. I came home, and within an hour, I had scalded myself with some super hot tea that I had spilled onto myself, and even had a few second degree burns as a result. Twice in one day, I was at the same hospital, for two separate incidents. This is usually not even experienced by spousal abuse victims, and is practically an unheard of record breaking event for Guinness himself.

Now, let us say that a lot of things all fused together in ways that by some wild crazy chance, just happened to be that one chance in a trillion or so to happen, and I drew the shittiest straw in the history of the cosmos. Fine, I can live with that, or can I, but my pernt, sir Archie Bunker is as follows, sir: Some huge collection of total ''weirdness'' struck me at this one exact point in time, senator Watergate, and without any connections to the great Washington building Break-in, by Mister Nixon's men on 17 June of 1972, mister Jockamini, or however that Haddon Township high School guidance Counselor spelled his dam name back in 1967 and 1968. I had told him all about this date, and even how in a symbolic way, something would be involved in holding back some great flood waters. Well, I do not know a better Webster definition for a WATER-GATE. But in any event, all of these things, led me to a wild powerful reality where it was now middle August, and I had been keeping a sort of chart-diary, where my life was measured mathematically day by day in numbers ranging from 1-5, and is where I today get my 55555555 compensations for Jane Fonda and her evil ones attack, as rating anything a one, normally was very bad, and all ones, was the number version for the word to be soon invented and used a lot by my pal Dave and myself, and you hear decades later repeated on these blogs, “BOTBAR”!

All throughout the rest of 1986, I made nothing of what happened on the second, thirteen nights ago, on Dave and my excursion into Manhattan. This is because of one powerful reason. Another MEMORY HACK OUT. I am sure that my daughter has had the very same McGuire experience, as he has persecuted her branch of the family right along with me, ever since the sixties and seventies. It took unti 2008 to even start putting so very much together. Then when I attempted to do the unthinkable, and blog the details of all of the connecting dots, my life was nearly snuffed out by another branch of these washcloth cutter-outers, and this nearly cost me my life by way of being brutally and horrendous murdered. Dawn would have buried me in the berry fields of Hammonton out beyond the FBI guy's house, and to this day, Mark Wayne Mohr would be on missing milk bottles and weekly grocery store missing news ad circulars. I PROMISE YOU ALL THIS, kind peeps.

Well my Morians, Lessians, and Inbetweenians; lwet me please take this opportunity for thanking you for at least pulling me past 60,000 PV. This may not go anywhere in my life time, but if it is the truth as I know it is, it will not vanish or die or be destroyed, not by all the MILITUFORCES of the entire world. And what if this person is correct, and I was invited into the ESS on that night, and something happened, and all of the other stuff is merely some kind of a cosmic window dressing? Well, this needs a lot of further explanations. I tried showing you all how I gave it one last ditch effort to be a hobbyist music creator, as I loved doing since the age of four. Every time I am stopped. I had wild ''dreams'' of it all happening before it even did. And again, it was all around the Christmas-Holiday season, back in late 2012 when it all went south for me at the Avalon Recording Studio. I pasted in their page. I have no intention of ever having any more to do with people who know my sad life affairs, and then go onto mercilessly treat me like I'm a piece of dirty stinky dog shit. This is what they did. Anyone who wants to ever have anything to do with these creeps, can do it at their own risk, and I have not one good thing to say about them. I asked them to give me live sound, and they could have, and tricked me over and over, and made my junk come out all shitty and closed in. None of my songs ever get done right and done the way others who pay the same or less money, end up with their final product. I know it, and who these fucking jerk offs all my life think they're fooling, is anybody's guess, certainly it's not mother fucking ass me, I promise.

WHAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA and a HUUUUUUUUGE ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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02-05-2020

10:30 ANTE' MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY MORNING

5 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 6

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015

© BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7

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.

I am under a major MIND HACK today, as well as a lot of annoying NABE NOISE from all me' asshole nabes on the floor. I also had a pre dawn fire alarm go off. The ILLEGAL cousins slammed real loud at about twenty minutes past four, and again at shortly past nine. I have informed the PH Authorities of all of this activity when I paid my rent, and that is all I will say concerning the matter for right now. The more I talk, the worse shit always gets for me, and shit is already more than bad enough, yo! Still, WEIN-SOSO?

Always the same shit on a different day!

All my life, whenever I have tried to learn things, instead of the usual reward for that behavior that is encouraged with other people such as students in school and so forth, I on the other hand have received nothing but berating and rebuke from the authority around me, since I was a child of approximately six years in physical age. I told how I did my entire year's arithmetic book in first grade at the Quakertown, Pennsylvania Richland Grammar School, and got into trouble rather than being praised as a prodigy. Nothing changed as time went on, and in fact, this same thing, whatever is truly behind it all and ongoing around me; has only gotten geometrically worse right up to the fucking present moment in time!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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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 A BIG-ASS,

MY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

VIVA MORIANITY!”

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT & THREE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS February 5, 2020, with A MAJOR TRIAD NABE SIEGE , 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

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

JANE FUCKING WHORE Sleazedisease just got me AGAIN with PAGE ELEVEN OF MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN, SO HERE IS MY COMPENSATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am so sick and tired of that rotten witch endlessly striking me down with her ONES-ASSAULT, I could literally drink a pint of pig piss, and would, if that would halt this non-ending mother fucking turd swallowing bullshit at the speed of light squared!

Yessir, when I would ask my family why I was being punished or told to do a particular thing, they always believed that a child had no rights at all, and was to be treated like mother fucking shit, and NEVER allowed to know anything. This same shit of course, FOLLOWED ME RIGHT INTO ADULTHOOD, and they never recognized me as a grown up and there is no logical rational rhyme nor reason for these things happening to me. Again, previews of all of the upcoming attractions, huh all Sarah Jacobson's as well as magical 343434343434 equivalents and medical shows? I wonder just who would have my school records now, FBI, since the magical winds of the COOLEY HALL have all dried up and stopped blowing throughout all houses, white or black, or any color; huh Mister 'BOE' Super, Camden County, NJ, Thompson?! WOW THAT, all spoon dancers!

Tuesday yesterday, there was a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE UPTICK on the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOLD YOU LOVELY GIANT GINA, did I NAUT? Still, there is so much more to all of this that no ten million blogs could ever have any real hope of containing the full information. Parallel event, unlike the Buddhist's CAUSEV & EFFECT KARMA CONCEPT, is omnidirectional. We never can be sure if B is effecting A or if it is just as it may appear with B being effected by A. Event-A, verses Event-B, that is. When an established parallel event exists between A and B, it seems to not matter which direction it is coming from. Just as with the age old chicken or egg and which one truly comes first. Still, the parallel event with Trump is HIM UP and the MARKETS UP, and HIM DOWN and the MARKETS DOWN, or the exact opposite from the parallel event of the markets and myself, where they run in a reverse parallel event, but every bit as powerful a parallel event, and the omnidirectional way this all runs also is there, not mattering one tiny bit which way it goes, as event A or Event B can both cause the other to come into play. Yesterday for a perfect example we get a nearly four and a half hundred point up day, and then today follows with TRUMP'S SENATE ACQUITTAL, and to quote Sir Dennis Snyder from Elm, NJUSAESMWG again, “And that's just reality, son”! If these things happened sometimes or even with a slight preponderance over an otherwise 50-50 chance of being, then you could wonder. But when things are running decade after decade at pretty much 100% or damn close, then ignoring the truth to parallel event, or scoffing at it, is if nothing else at all, quite fucking unscientific, would you not think, oh shitty fucking world? Enemy fuckign dirtbag BLACK-HAT-HACKERS are at it again, with their famous 'WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK', YO YO YO YO YO SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, ME' KIND WONDERFUL AND AWESOME SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the game of Roulette, using and applying Parallel Event (PE), for whatever the reasons in cosmos, has a 7% effect over the otherwise 50-50 randomized reality behind outside bets when we don't count the house vig or advantage produced by the green zero number/s. But not all parallel events have a 7% effect. The stock market when compared to people like myself and President Donald John Trump, has a better than 90% effect. Just why these variances in effect range like that, I have not yet been able to determine in any scientific or anty meaningful way. I won't fucking lie to a single soul and say otherwise or even pretend to be onto it. I can theorize that it has something to do with those subatomic digital realities spoken of so often in me' Morianity and again recently in a blog within one or two blogs from this present one. Things tend to either go into other things or they don't, just as in the example that I gave with numbers such as 91 divided by 4, verses 33 divided by 11. When things fit, they fit, and when they don't, then obviously there will be some friction somewhere that causes what may indeed appear as a larger or a smaller parallel event between two connected items such as EVENT-A and EVENT-B.

But before anyone laughs too loudly at any of this shit, remember two things well. First, I made a consistent living by using this on an unbeatable game for eight months of time until I abused the system and gambled very haphazardly in the New Jersey casinos back in 1986. also, Trump himself has openly admitted on several occasions on public media forums that the stock market will drop incredibly if anything happens to his power and his presidency, and the MAN IS TELLING THE MOTHER FUCKING ABSOLUTE TRUTH!!!

Mike Patterson and I along with a Miami professor, attempted to take Gawky Gaukauk's great formula that was shown me in a very vivid and powerful '1980 DREAM', put it into a computer application (APP), and sell it on the GOOGLE-PLAY. As with my 1974 mail order business, it totally flopped. Here is a system that answers anything and everything, and the world ignored me. Again, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?! When I wanted to share another idea with the professor, the MILITUFORCE destroyed Mike's car, and my only way of getting over to the professor, since my car is an old clunker and I would not trust it to make the long 200 plus mile round trip. This has been an ongoing shituation now since last summer time, and still, Mike cannot get back on the road. He tried to get another car with the help of his brother and some other family and friends,and he drove it for one day, and poof, it ended up back in the shop, and he seems to be right back where he started last July. HERE comes the BLACK-HAT-HACKER'S other hack, the (SPACE-BAR-HACK) AGAIN!!!!!!! It seems I am not allowed to tell anything that the MILITUFORCE does to me, not without the consequences of their ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTION ON ME, YO!!!!!!!!! The second idea that should have launched before 2019 ended, has already been used in many ways now, one being the law enforcement's connection to the 'RING DOORBELL', and numerous other things that I won't get into with specific details right now. All my shit is always stolen; my music, me' intellectual property, and me' tangible real property as well. This is why I told the fucking Saint Lucie County Judge what I told him last middle August, at my Jury Duty. I told him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me GODDESS SSJKK. No one can take or steal my integrity away from me, or my goddamn fuckign honesty and candor. I do not lie, I tell it straight and I tell it true, little Tammy Sandy Dee!!!!!!!!!!!! so how's that little damn doctor of yours doing, lovely girl? WEEEEEEEEEE!

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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Yes, the resemblance to Misses Marola and Misses Marcucci is quite haunting, and so I post the picture from somewhere on the internet. It is not of course, but to quote the priest who said to Father Lucci in that fantastic movie called, “The Seventh Sign”, with Demi Moore from late in the nineteen-eighties, does say it all, “The resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then again, so is the resemblance to little Merry Hollister to that Funny-Face picture that I post along with me and 'YANCY' and Dalmatian. Someday, if it takes a trillion mother fuckign years, I'll get to the bottom of it all, and THAT 'SIR KIMBA', IPY!!!!!!!!!!! It's all one big laugh and joke to these ASTRAL-PLANE COINS & COILS, huh?

“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

There are nine varying energy levels. We are all the lowest level beings, and the highest level entities are COINS and COILS. This is what I have been told by both the Astral Professor Gawky Gaukauk as well as one of his associates at the great School of Mystery at the Astral Teck Bay, Sri Illzukyahm. It is pronounced ILL-ZUCK-YUM. Some mystics and psychics who have tripped off to the Purgatory, or the acid kids of the sixties using Hoffman's drug AKA 'LSD' and its various cousin 'delick-generics'; have mistaken this awareness for planes of existence on this starry or Astral condition-interaction where we all truly exist. It is however not variances in so-called place but rather, types of entities that occupy it. Just as humans here on Earth fight for physical things, in Purgatory, it is the true energy that is always sought after, think of it as the ultimate steroids when multiplied by C-SQ. When entities grow stronger or manage to attain higher total energy values, then they have the ability to do more things that they want and have less to worry about from other entities with more energy. This varies only in the famous Einsteinian-C-SQUARED, from right here on Earth. As for James Redfield and his synchronicity syndrome, this dovetails ever so perfectly into all of this. However, that can wait for other blogs on other photon-projected days, huh Gab? If I'm not totally mistaken right about fucking now peeps, this is where Mike McNulty would most likely be chiming in with his now somewhat globally famous quotation of, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!

I think that the Project Bluebook Television Show from last night was the best one ever so far. Even though so far they are not showing the PRIVECODE COUNTER CONNECTIONS to anything related to the Alien and UFO Phenomenon, at least we are getting into a few things that I am personally able to relate to, such as what happened to me when I was sitting at the Technion Furniture Office Building in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG, back in the early spring time of the year 2001, April the 15^th to be precise; android0.9 AND sir Mike Soft Sir, suddenly I just found myself with a bunch of Olympian COILS transferred into human forms, and DIANA was just starring at me with her lovely long eyes, and smiling at me, while her family were sort of observing me like I was about to participate unwillingly in some type of a new game with them to see what I would do if I were unable to remember my earlier days on Earth with my Privecode-IMM-machine, and its connection with Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis. Anywho folks, this all happened, and I too have some missing time as well as some missing memories, but just WHAT TRULY IS TIME AND WHAT TRULY ARE MEMORIES? Morianity has of course started to harp a bit on this, and this is not the time or the blog to go on with it, but I wish to merely tell what for right now needs to be said. Notice how in the show, for those reading these blogs ANDroid0.9 AND WATCHING THIS FANTASTIC SHOW IN THE 'HISTORY' CHANNEL at 10 PM ON TUESDAY NIGHTS, that the name of the professor who is partnered up with the MILITUFORCE (AIRFORCE) dude, has the surname of ANTICHOCK??????? This entire thing with me was always about CHOCKING, ATCO, AND 1983, and we all know it, BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but, we also all fucking cunt totally know, that its connected tentacles are quite broad. They extend outward into things such as special alien chips inside of a wild machine, that was taken off the market once I was able to alter its normal function, and connect it up with other devices; and also how all other shit all connects into this, EVEN DOWN TO MY OWN DAMN ASS DAUGHTER, and all of the wild dreams from up in the future from there by a quarter of a century for crying out fucking loud, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir/mahm, the great maneuver for saving a chocking victim invented by a man named what?????? THAT was the name given to the partner of the Airforce dude, am I correct? And you still doubt the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME for Crissake???????? Hey Mizz Margie Leo, “CUT ME A BWAKE”, WILLYA BIG GIRL, FROM THE CALDOR 113 STORE??????? Hey, there may be an 'L' in the one name and naut in the other, but if that's naut close enough to split atoms, then what would be?

Speaking of this wonderful PROJECT-BLUEBOOK TV-SHOW, and the after Roswell learned technology of reverse-engineering of propulsion systems, with or without 'thinking forward'; I told the world how I was in a bar with my then bizz-partner in that stupid little independent record company called Studio Park Records, back in 1998, while I lived at Guthrie Shorts Mansion on route 73 South at number 231, and two of Mister Pedersen's pals were also there, one being Chester-Frank, and one being a pal of both of theirs who Chester-Frank was rooming with then until after my mom passed and he then came to room with me; and how after the PRIVECODE had stopped functioning, this dude told me that he is an electronics expert and had repaired all sorts of devices over ther past twenty years, and wanted to see what he could do with mine. I lent it to him, and he couldn't do anything, but he told me, “I have never seen anything like this in my entire life, it is almost alien looking, and those wild chips inside of it are like nothing anywhere”. Hey yo, I just report the news, I DON'T CREATE IT, YO! The National Airspace System, huh Admiral Perry? What you see and read in the newspapers, I see and read in the newspapers? Give me a break Admiral. In early middle December of 1969, this Olympian 'family' of the Purgatory came to me in a dream that I have not been able to stop thinking about DAY AND NIGHT FOR A HALF CENTURY OF TIME NOW, and this incredible goddess took my chain, whatever it really was, and told me that she needed it for her great city, City of the Great Sarah Krassle, that the mighty religion called “ECKANKAR” even seems to know about. When did the PROJECT BLUEBOOK END? At the precise date of that DREAM, in early middle December of 1969, Misses Marola!!!

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG, THESE FUCKIGN ANNOYING DOORS HAVE GONE ON NOW SINCE QUARTER PAST FOUR THIS MOTHER FUCKING ASS MOUUUUUUURNING, YO SHERIFF. And I wonder why???????? Gee I really wonder, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

McGuire's white-slaver Club is also all tied into Roswell, New Mexico, along with my ancestor who went on a hunting trip into the same desert area as AREAR-51 is situated in and all during that time of the so-called alien ship landing there. So just how many damn connections in all of this, are just in the delusional minds of peeps such as myself? I say to folks, “You be the judge”. Ever since I set foot in Atlantic City as a boy; some groupation of wild and weird surreal forces and peeps, seemed to want to get me into their fold. I still totally believe that Tom Reale and his girlfriend Victoria Callio, had this all planned out, and then just as I was 'MIND-HACK influenced' to tune into Paula King's radio broadcast that night, while working as a guard at the Cifaloglio Transfer Station place in 2008, and while living with the cousin King family; I was likewise influenced and MIND HACKED to place that advertisement in the Press Of Atlantic City newspaper in the situations wanted section, so that Tom Reale could legitimately answer this very ad. If he was naut a part of what happened the year before at the fireworks in Atlantic City that evening, I'll be a mother fucking monkey's uncle at the bottom of the sea in his locker, and with or without Tony Antimatter Zenun, or hyperspace Lifeguard Mickey Zestshowers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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02-03-2020

1:23 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAY MORNING

3 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 5

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SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 2020

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Well, I went through a little less of things this weekend, but it was still shitty with me' never ending TRIAD-DOGTOWN-NABES, and as stated before, this means the nabe above me, across the hall from me, and next to me, and it could include below me but for reasons that I do not currently have any explanations to give; this never seems to be a problem, and thus the word “TRIAD” for the only possible three neighbors who are real close and thus their noise would effect me directly. I have discussed this for many years now, long before I closed down shop for two and a half year back in early March of 2016 due to severe eye problems, which are not yet corrected, and this too is an issue that I'll be addressing and discussing as this month progresses onward. This weekend, it was the #608 TRIAD-NABES from across the hallway from my door with all day in and out door banging back on Saturday. Then today, Sunday, it was whoever is up above me in unit #707, with lots of very annoying damn bangs and slams on my ceiling, which would of course be THEIR FLOOR. Still, it was all a little bit less fucking intense than the ALL WEEK 'LING-LONG GASME-GODS-GAMES' shit that took place ALL DAMN WEEK LONG! As I type this now at 1:42 A.M. Monday morning, the assholes in #608 across the hallway from me just boomed in or out, as who can ever know? But there is some good news. I won't mother fucking be here that much longer, but it won't be quite as quick as I once had it planned, and it may be up to another solid year of being here, and all that I will say, since talking about plans is total suicide for me, with or without HYPERSPACE INTERACTIONS WITH MARVELOUS TELEVISION SHOWS; and sort of like the 2008 year ALL OVER AGAIN WITH ME' KID; but yes me' peeps, it really ain't a vely great idea for me to elucidate on a public forum, the details of me' plans for combating me' OTAMMITE-M2F ENEMIES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even the great 45^th President knows and fully understands about this principle of NAUT saying what your plans are out loud to potential listening ears of your enemies; and I know that he knows about this. My mom used to say all the time, “Never volunteer information, cooperate with any authority fully and cordially, but never blurt out more than you need to, in any situation”. This indeed was one more quotation of wisdom that my mom did indeed genuinely have several of. Pure genius here, and yes, I fully disagree with our Free-Press, in so far as reporting major items in hot or cold wars, that could endanger military troops, or even any local battle area civilian populations. There is no good reason ever for doing that, and I completely disagree with the reporter in that great “L&O” TV-SHOW where he had himself shot and got arrested later by the FBI and was warned to stop doing things against the war effort by Pentagon officials. Yes folks, this same logic applies fully to my situations, and in case anyone hasn't figured it out yet, I have been at heavy war with “SOMETHING”, ever since I left that magical, unexplainable, and vely illustrious COOLEY HALL, of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG! Yes, I have been shown how to do something regarding the local Public Housing Authority, and after I move to the level of either succeeding or failing at what I'm trying to accomplish, I'll then discuss these details on a future blog, belatedly. Yes people, Sir DJT has already talked about his solid belief in this system of battle tactics and logistics. I never ever have said that I disagree with all of his ideas. The same goes for the Republican Party in fact. There are quite a few things that I see eye to eye on with both of the main political parties, and yes, some things that I vehemently disagree with BOTH MAIN PARTIES ON. So let's get all of that straightened out first, before I go on one bit further here; great ladies and gentlemen!

There is also one gargantuan HUUUUUUGE item, that I have only eluded to on a few small blog areas over the past fourteen years now, that I right now am going to discuss briefly, and later on, I will add on all of the needed things that will tie this up into a story that even my greatest fucking doubters out here will be left breathing heavy and scratching out half the hairs on their damn heads, yo BRO! I am speaking of the BRIGGBASE EARTHLY LAMIST LAMBRIGG CHAPTER known by Morianity as HOLLYWOOD, in California, USA, and not just the town, but the actual studios of the entertainment world, known by us ordinary mere mortals, as HOLLYWOOD, where all the great stars are born. I am not being funny and I am definitely not trying to be a sarcastic wise ass, but I am going to tell you all a story that after you hear it, you can then use your own life and your own television and internet observations from that point on, and witness the truths that I am telling,incredible and unbelievable as they may appear to be. THE BLACK-HAT HACKERS ARE POURING ON THEIR DAMN (SPACE-BAR-HACK) ATTACK, JACK, with no additional help from gorgeous teenager of the nineteen eighties, Mizz Stacey Lattisaw. Let me tell you what I am talking about now. Whenever I say things or copy things that are said on popular shows, on these blogs; JUST WATCH AT THAT POINT ON, how fast that particular thing GETS REMOVED as a direct result. For any Oprah Winfrey gfans out here and I am sure that there are many many many many; let us begin with this one example, and if you don't think that I could print out literally a thousand more; you are more close minded and opinionated than I even thought possible. She had this really cool ad-spot on television on her weight loss ad, and with a spoon in her hand, she would say say, “Makes me want to do a spoon dance”. But as soon as I echoed on my blogs, how she did that, and kidded about it, IT STOPPED INSTANTLY. I am not going to print the other five thousand examples from past times, nor will I show you every single one from now on that WILL HAPPEN AS TIME KEEPS ON 'SLIPPING' BY, MISTER 'EAGLES', but I will leave it up to your own good sense to see that I don't make up my connections with this ASTRAL-WORLD-CULT known as the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, at least by Mountainpen and Morianity. I may slip some big ones in to future blog texts from time to time, but I would rather bring it to your attention, and then allow my viewers to prove that they have some operating gray matter above their necks that will function on its own, and without complete prejudice just because they may hate my guts or some other such silly ass nonsense! Hey don't be stupid times forty thousand squared all your damn lives, peeps. Why do you think me' kid won't break the contact barrier? Why do you think anyone and everyone always runs fast and far away from me, ONCE I TELL THEMANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT ANY OF THE THINGS THAT ME' BLOGS TALK ABOUT? I can have people all around me by the dozens, but let me invite a person into my miserable deal with this MILITUFORCE shit, and THEY VANISH AWAY like the fucking fog in an early summer morning. Sir Dennis Snyder of Elm, New Jersey, USA said it all and says it endlessly the best, “And that's just reality, son”! Yessir/mahm, I'm sitting on the biggest mother fucking hidden secrets that this EARTH-PLANET has ever been a part of. I can literally prove things that no one with great power out there, WANTS PROVEN, for their own sick, greedy, frightened reasons. And nothing will ever change or alter until the sun literally blows up in the sky someday, that is unless I can get the world to believe my story is ALL FUCKING TOTALLY THE TRUTH, WHICH IT IS, SO HELP ME SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE PINK-GODDESS, AKA Lord Jehovah Neecy God. Ask any financial genius, and after slipping them a powerful truth drug; and they will tell you that REVERSING EVERYTHING is the greatest secret in their industry. It also is reveals the greatest secrets of ALL AND ANY INDUSTRIES, AND “THAT”, SIR KIMBA WHITELION, IPY (I PROMISE YOU), and “YOU CAN BE SURE”! In real spiritual truth of the ENERGY-REALM, gender is pure illusion, but here where we have it, try seeing things reverse, just as the sun does not really go around us as it appears to be doing on this planet.

Jane Shitweeds Sleazedisease just almost nailed me AGAIN, and she has been getting me over and over and is on a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASS ROLL for a very long time now. I am going to cunt-phlegm-rape (compensate) with my numerous fucking FIVE-GROUPATIONS now, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I live in a real world where I am fully aware that normal human beings care only about the SUPER-BOWL this weekend. Of course, I could not care in the least about this game or ANY GAME, because I am fully aware of why GAMES exist on this mortal temporal plane of human life, dreamed off of the PURGATORY, and that being, to distract against the hellishness of endlessness. The GAMES and love and desire for them, follow us off of this ASTRAL-PLANE of endless existence, here into out human hyperspace dreaming sequences, what you all see as “lifetimes” while interacting on this caporial and material plane, huh lovely COOLEY HALL AIMY? Still, I accept REALITY, and always try to be REAL, Sir Dennis Snyder, and Sir Bob Schleigh. So I doubt that I will have any viewers or maybe a trickle at best this weekend, as a result of this great marvelous football game. So I won't bother with STATS!

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I want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your interest in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right, but it is kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts in a futile attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening around me, is not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and illness. I openly admit to mental illness running in my family. Many diseases do in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart problems, and others. But, and all butters and cheeses and parallel world joking aside here; I will never go too far to where any possible innocent person or persons would be irreparably hurt by my blogs, especially if they continue to grow in size and readership. I AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH, and unfortunately, many times, the truth is anything by painless. Still, even if I do end up going all the way to the 8^th RED STAR in the Secrets Thermometer Scale (STS) kind people; I will NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out anybody's name or reputation. Believe this however, please: If I ever really told ALL OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication that I would deserve to have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY PEOPLE ENOUGH AGONY to where I feel that I would truly have to answer for my deeds, in this life possibly, and in eternity, most definitely!

Thank you for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interest Blogaudian, whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit my cursing as time goes on, and now that I am being taken seriously enough so that my numbers are not some third grade school kid's blog; I will even try that much harder to arrange things better, and not be, as the great Terry Scatterbrain Egg Harbor resident would accuse me of being, “All over the place and scatter-brained”! But as you all know by now, or you will as you read still onward, this is a blog that is NAUT about current events unless they totally tie into my problems, nor is this a blog that can be started on day one and go perfectly in some book-organized and professionally done, chronological order. Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if you all try and stay with me. I have said this all along and feel the need for reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a single soul one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this ongoing conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without cause, without mercy, without justice!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

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

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

PAu000325091

1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

Screw Patty's great paranormal candles and Jenny Hewitt (NAUT 5 SARAH) other ghost communicators; the real paranormal shit doesn't lie in trying to breach the matter and energy barrier (physical-spiritual), because that is automatically done and switched back and forth with the simple C-SQ formula given to a great bearded fellow some time ago by the same Astral Goddess who showed me how to defeat the GAME of Roulette. But rather, Sir Redfield and his (JRSS) is the real magic here. Want a great example, yo? Take thissssssssssssssssssssss, me' lovely Erica Snakes from 1983, then. YES BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO 'BURN WITH FIRE', LOVELY QUEEN OF THE WICCAN LANDS, AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! It makes me WHAT? Who was it who came over to help me do the 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG, in early 1981, at me' Robin Hill apartment, number 1802, on that winter day? What did we end up discussing together besides the song we did with his electric guitar? Yessir, it was the Burn With Fire song, and then folks; what happened in approximately five and a half years in the future from there, in middle late August of 1986, when all of these wild persecutions on me ALL BEGAN, oh LOVELY SABRINA RESORTS COLLINS? Well, it was the Garden State Hospital catching fire at the very same time that Tom Glenn was there having an operation. This branch of the hospital was not that far from my rental home at 1931 Marlton Pike in Cherry Hill, owned by dirtbag shit-Landlord, Sir Richard Barf-Karpf. He was in danger of being BURNED WITH FIRE and yes Microsoft Corporation, maybe even with FIREfox3.6, who can know the future of all of the parallel realities of lovely Whoopee Goldberg's Star Trek-TNG-'Caroo'? Now straight up forward and out in the open, Morianity concedes that the American Psychiatric Association (APA) insists that this is delusional and magical thinking,and that I of course a diagnosed schizophrenic for entertaining such notions on a serious basis. I of course totally disagree. They have the expertise and I have nothing, so to this waking world, despite all of my experiences and wisdom, they still ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, AND I AM ABSOLUTELY WRONG,and hey, this makes me eligible since 1994, to LEEEEEGALLY COLLECT SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY BENEFITS. I do not believe that I am crazy and or delusional, and the world does. Hey, before the great Astronomer Galileo; the world insisted that the sun goes around the Earth, and that the Earth is the center of the universe. WE ALL KNOW THEY WERE ALL WRONG, LOVELY MISSES 1969 PRE-LTTERY-DAYS MAROLA, of the illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY HIGH-HELL-HALL, don't we?!!!!!!!!

“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”, HUH GREAT AT&T?

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Yes, I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments on May 1, 1980, and drove from my job at the RPL Sound Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, arriving home around 1:35 in the morning. The next morning was when I got up and ate and showered, and then drove over to the Maxfield Studio, to do my two dance tunes there, “Lost Love” and “The Morning Light”. Within a week, I had sent down to the © Copyright Office, all four of my demo tunes done at Maxfield, as the two country tunes were done the night before on my dinner break, at the RPL Studio. Still, this is yesterday's fucking cunt newspaper, and now after Maggie's cunt lapping counterstrike, WE WILL MOVE THINGS ON JUST A WEE WHITTLE BIT, YO FOLKS!!!!!

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!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

Look at the BEEGEE MUSIC PEEPS in the summer of 1980, for another great whittle example. The song they stole from me, and helped lead to my ultimate demise, earning me a groupation of very disgruntled powerful people, according to future realtor Mister Scott Ransom eight years out in the future in 1988; was titled by them, the artists called Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, of the globally famous GIBB BROTHERS in those days and times, “HELP ME”, and I have been shouting out now since those days came and went, for indeed, some mother fucker somewhere to believe my tale and woe, and HELP-ME for crying out loud! Tell me that this is NAUT quintessential fucking synchronicity, and I'll tell you that your elevator is most definitely missing the top twenty percent of the floors of your building. Come on Margie from '85, willya gimme' a fucking bwake here for crissake???

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

MEEEEEEEE.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sir Arthur Crane, just what then is this JRSS all really and truly about? Well, it is a subatomic mathematical groupation of endlessly agreeing as well as disagreeing numbers, sort of along the very same lines that some numbers can perfectly go into other ones when we apply simple division such as 4 goes into 16 four times and a zillion other such things, but then there are also zillions of things that don't, such as 5 does not go into 27, nor does 8 go into 193. When things agree in this same manner on a miniscule level where all things larger are just build like a kids toy blocks where they can go and build entire towns should their parents buy them a sufficient amount of playing blocks for them to do so. Ask any Quantum Physicist at any top Ivy-League University if what I say now is not the truth, surreal as it may sound to any of you out here. If we could interact on this level, we would realize that everything and anything, from our machines to our bodies, to even our shit in the toilet, is made up of incredibly mind blowing complex super miniaturized machines. That real true world of energy is where everything in our human world, ALL IS COMING FROM, and this is an unchangeable truth forever and ever, no matter who out here likes it or hates it. It is just reality, Mister Snyder, sir! And the reason it is reality, I know because I used an incredible tool shown to me by my mom's office coworker a long time ago, the lovely Patricia Hollister, and we all know this is called, the “FASCITAR”. You won't believe it, but I will tell you this right now. Everyone of us creates a dreamoff from their true Astral existence in Purgatory. This here, our human lives, are these dream-offs. But we do not come to some physical place and all interact together. We bring ourselves literally into a world with a created past and a created everyone else, and they are only as real as we make them until we no longer have our dreams, and we physically die, and the dream ends, and that's that, Mister Esolph. We all are on the Astral-Plane, and there is no after life, before life, or eternity past and eternity future, and there is but one Astral-Plane, and every galaxy here in this physical dream-world has one gateway large enough to bring us here, and accept us back again to where we truly are. This entire truth took me thirty years to realize, and I had help from Coins and Coils as well as many strange supernatural beings and entities right here within my own dream, as Mark Mohr. This is powerful awesome truth that most likely made it here when SSJKK came here as Jesus the Christ, and told his closest peeps everything, but the Catholic Church and their Canonization Laws kept a large percentage of these truths out of the record books, but nothing is ever lost, even here in physical, caporial, and material life. Naturally, the MILITUFORCE is pouring it on with numerous major fucking cunt SPACE-BAR-HACKS, WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACKS, and other dogshit, since I am telling and yelling out so many unfathomable major ass secrets here on this whittle bwog, yo BRAHHHHHHH!

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PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER

Many times on many blogs, I discussed units of misery given me by my enemies, the MILITUFORCE. I also mentioned how I was discussing this somewhere around the summer time in 1997 with the Assistant to Congressman Robert Andrews, a Mister Clarence Harris, near his home in Sicklerville in Jersey, USA, at a local play area and hoops court. He was the one who brought up this wild and weird topic and was telling me that he could always escape serious problems that he was having by moving, but that they were always replaced with totally new ones that caused him just as much pain and misery and that there appeared to almost be an intelligence working behind this mysterious groupation of OZ-CURTAINS. This is when I blew his MARCUCCI-MIND, by telling him that I knew precisely what he was referring to here and had the very same thing as well always going down around me as early as I could remember being here in present persona. Speaking of 'mathematical formulas and life-reflecting truth through powerful mathematical equations meticulously kept; I had an entire book of graphs and charts on just this very thing. I had come to learn that what I called and named, “MISERY-UNITS” was anything but made up fictional delusion, and that it could be absolutely accurately measured. There most fucking cunt definitely IS an INTELLIGENT FAWCE that literally BRINGS HORRIBLE DAMN MISERY to certain people, me being one of them, and I think it was happening with Sir Clarence Harris as well. But there is a little more to this. Despite the illustrious and mighty Mister Pedersen, me' ol' X-bizz-partner in that stupid ass mickey mouse record company called STUDIO PARK RECORDS, who told me several times quite damn imfatically that I was always too deep and did not seem to know how to keep things on more of a surface level; this is indeed deep and cannot be kept there. To know with total full assurance that indeed some invisible covert intellect wants to keep certain people down and oppressed from fucking ass womb to tomb, and does this by employing units of misery, is no surface kept deal. This force and intelligence has a motive and purpose and agenda and is more insistent and tenacious about doing it than any ten quintessentially tenacious people all put together ever were. But my real major point here is that this same force or spiritual groupation of dark and evil entities referenced in numerous ways biblically; DOESN'T CARE ONE TEENY TINY MOTHER FUCKING IOTA how the misery is actually delivered, ONLY THAT IT IS GIVEN and given absolutely FAITHFULLY and RELIGIOUSLY, using that last term quite literally as well as just goddamn figuratively, yo! The MILITUFORCE is using that mother fucking major ANNOYING (SPACE-BAR-HACK) like it is going out of fucking dirtbag style a week from today, me' BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Now let's talk a while about the great and mysterious COOLEY HALL, that I entered at the very same time that I had that wild experience on that PATCO TRAIN where I knew that, “This is where it all begins, AGAIN, as I have been looping around in this nightmare for nearly ten millennia of combined time”, and I also remembered the hellishness of it so vividly that I enter each time it starts fresh again, into what I name, “MY BITTER STAGE”, and with EVERY FUCKING GOOD REASON for doing so; yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began with this paragraph, so let me paste it in for a quick reminder, and then we will proceed onward a bit. On my original New Jersey blogs from 2006 through 2009, I talked a lot about my time in school and my education and all the weird crap surrounding it. Paul Simon the Recording Artist said it all, in his great 1973 hit song, 'Chrodochrome'. When either one of us thinks back on all this high school crap, to quote his fantastic song lyrics verbatim yo, “It's a wonder that we can think at all”. Still, I told many things including how right after I left the COOLEY HALL, the entire Philadelphia news media and television crews seemed to descend on the place, and were talking to lots of my classmates that were of course still there, after I had left in the end of January in 1973!!!!!!!!! I told all about one of my head shrinkers at the COOLEY HALL, Doctor Garrigan, who when I first met him had not yet received his doctorate degree, and thus I knew him in the beginning as just Mister Garrigan. Then there was the fellow after he had moved onward and upward, and left the great HALL, Mister Merker Songwriter. I speak of the great and non-OZ powerful, Mister Eckstein. He is the man who decades later on in my mid life, and in my mid life crisis days with SARAH, may I add; and yes Mike Soft, mayonnaise and butterflies and butter-cheese, and a BIG ASS BUTT and but, he was instrumental in my being able to get on my Social Security Disability bennies so easily, and passing through it the very first time along with my telling one of the shrinks that I had to see, before being placed onto disability in the autumn of 1994; all about the great WORLD LABORATORIES, and many other Robin Hill destructive town secrets, tweeting robins, and so much damn ass more, yo BRO! Naturally I can only keep opening small little things here right now. Still, a necessary foundation is mandatory if I have even the remotest chance of ever successfully telling my entire tale, being believed by a few who may desire to help me in many things, and eventually obtain some global as well as LOCAL VINDICATION!

What will I tell you about these great head doctors, Garrigan and Eckstein, that will truly tie so HUUUUUUUUUUUGELY into so many things told so far, in these now 14 years of this Morianity Project? Well, let's fucking begin at the beginning or as the great old tune would say it so well in their lyric title, let's begin the beguine. I think I have correctly used and spelled that, but who knows for crying out loud? Boy do I just adore these asshole door bangers!!!!!!!!!!!!! Forgive me' ol' sarcasm here, pweeeeeze folks out here. THANKX, and yes, we will begin with why I call THANKSGIVING (Thanx-2-Givens), and we will do it right here and right now, oh lovely Loo Anita VB of the wonderful and fantastic L&O TV show!!!!

When I was in that HELLISH QUEST TO LOCATE TEEN-QUEEN SARAH KRASSLE MODE back in the middle nineteen-nineties, I was doing what all great detectives and 'LEO' peeps do. Lotsanlots of fucking LEGWORK, talking to lots of people, the whole sticking the nose in lots of peeps bizz 101 deal, and making a major fucking pest of me'self, yo. I tried to talk to a whole lot of people in the Atlantic City area all the way down to the southern neighboring shores of wealthy Longport, NJUSAESMWG. I spoke to Robert Rufalo the antique dealer, I tried to speak to the dad of a famous shock-jock, I tried to talk to bizz owners and tavern owners, including Robert McGuire, and I attempted to speak to a resident who lived in the magical dreamworld building of green and white, that round building at the northeast corner of Atlantic City at the old Captain Starns Inlet, and now of course called the TRUMP Marina!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I left a dozen messages to 'PLEASE CALL ME', and the mother fuckers were too stuck up to talk one damn lousy minute to a poor lovesick person going out of his mother fucking mind with agony and QUINTESSENTIAL HELL, by its very definition meaning of SEPARATION FROM ALMIGHTY GODDESS (GOD), as in the realm of energy, there is no male or female or mother or father, and whether Christians hate this truth or NAUT Mizz Blake from AT&T, 'that is just REALITY SON'!!!!!!!!!!! Still folks, the name of those asshole pricks who refused to so much as ever return my messages and pleas for a call back, was 'GIVENS', and they attended the Atlantic City High School that is quite famous, or was, before the new age modern one was built just west of the Rufalo cousin's great automobile dealership by that GREAT PIPE! Thanks to those rotten pricks the Givens's, and other horrible people like McGuire, and still others as well; I was never given one bit of help in my feeble pathetic pitiful attempts to find my long lost teen queen, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, who WAS HERE on Tennessee Avenue just as SARAH in the middle through the late nineteen-sixties, and then POOF, just vanished out of sight, out of mind, and OUT OF ANY HUMAN BEING'S MEMORY, except MINE!!!!!!!!!!! For such an incredible super girl goddess to not even be remembered by a single fucking soul when she was there for half a decade and was part of a small store on that street; is just not possible, unless as I suspected all along, she really truly and verily WAS THE GREAT GODDESS MIDDIE, SSJKK, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH, OWNER OF THE METAVERSE OR THE SIMULATIONOGRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So when I say THANX-2-GIVENS, I mean just that, THANKS A LOT, GIVENS SCUMBALLS! This is no joke, and it never was a joke, any more than those horrible fucking long Island frightening stairs where everyone was being chased around in that wild horrible repressed memory that worked its way into my conscious memory through inconceivable nightmares in the year of 2008, more than eleven years ago now, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes lovely JRSS Diana-Moon, the 'fabulouso' Marcucci words of wisdom say: I go from old to back to the train, NAUT from 13 to 30!

I never thought my moon wanted to be a 7^th 'sixth-chick'!

END TRANSMISSION.

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