Monday, February 3, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 5




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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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 45th 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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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 8th 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!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

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!

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THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!









































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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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.







THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE





THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.







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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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















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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! HelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpMEEEEEEEE.

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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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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























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3:01 ANTE' MERIDIAN

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



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I was struck down very hard by a major monstrous MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULT on my pathetic elderly body, and this is absolute ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL ELDER ABUSE ON STEROIDS, being anything BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT LEEEEEGALLY carried out, by the powers to be, in these United States of America and that have been against me, and ruthlessly attacking and destroying both me, and my entire life, since middle 1986, when this inhuman and absolutely unconscionable hellishness all began to happen to fucking me, yo! I did naut make it to the bathroom, and I shit all over the goddamn fucking bathroom rug near the toilet, as I have done before, too many times to even think about trying to mother fucking countERSTRIKE or COUNT, SIR MIKE SOFT! BUTTERCHEESE big ass BUTT but; I will indeed, Sir Redfield (JRSS) be COUNTERSTRIKING for this horrendous mother fucking week, that none other than PRESIDENT DONALD JOHN TRUMP has put me through, beginning on cunt lapping Monday, January 27th, and naut always such a lucky number each month, for the poor pitiful GASME-GODS-GAME VICTIM, known as the Mountainpen, (ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









This mother fucking major death assault struck me somewhere shortly after one this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING peeps, and there was no way to reach the toilet without shitting all over me' pathetic bathroom floor!!!!!!!! Now let us all examine these MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH ATTACKS ON ME' BODY, THAT ALL BEGAN IN MIDDLE 1986, AND JUST KEPT GOING AND GOING AND GOING EVER SINCE, AND OBVIOUSLY ORIGINATING SOMEONE IN THE AD-GAME FOR THEIR QUITE FUCKING MARVELOUS “COPPERTOP-BATTERY” COMMERCIALS, THAT WE ALL SEE ON THE TELEVISION, YO! Ask any goddamn medical professional if there is any disease, or known or recognized mother fucking medical condition that any of these EXPERTS know of, anywhere on this EARTH-PLANET, that can cause an entire lifetime of these exact assaults, and ask them if suddenly this just happens to a person in 1986, if there is any possible way on GODDESS'S GREEN-BROWN-BLUE WORLD if such a patient could live and survive, all through this horrendous hellishness!!!!!!!!!!! There is no doctor anywhere who will tell you that this is even damn fucking remotely possible, yo; and IPYT everyone. No known illness can not only cause this unthinkable physical nightmare, but no known shit in this natural world could just begin on a mother fucking dime one day, when nothing like it was going on before that time; and then it keeps up for an entire lifetime, and yet the person NEVER EVER DIES FROM IT, nor succumbs from its effects to the point where a normal life can no longer be lived on even a remotely limited level; and I assure you all that I have managed to hold down jobs, and go places, and do things; all throughout this entire monstrous fucking nightmare mess, of the past nearly 34 years of time now, yo!











Yessir peeps, this past week was about the ABSOLUTE FUCKING WORST WEEK FOR ME SINCE I MOVED DOWNHERE TO FLORIDA IN MIDDLE DECEMBER OF 2009, BRRRRRRRRR! And what happened? Well, nothing new at all, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD! Trump got his mother fucking TOTALLY EVIL WAY, UP THERE IN HIS ROTTEN CAPITOL HELL HILL; and the vote to call any witnesses WAS BLOCKED by that total cesspool drinking filth maggot, Senator Bitch-Mitch McConnell!!!!!!!! Trump has been using this MAGICAL PARANORMAL TRICKERY OF PARALLEL EVENT AND THE ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY AGAINST ME, ever since he learned of it from the Casino Control Commission, in the summer of 1986, when I was dumb-ass enough to tell them the truth that I was using a system of parallel-event in my roulette playing, in his CASTLE CASINO on that particular day when I was stopped and asked by them. I had nothing to hide, and I had no clue in the mother fucking universe how horrifically that would alter my life with that honest response to them. There was nothing illegal about using this system, since roulette supposedly cannot be overcome with any system in the very long run playing life of any professional casino gambler. This is not true of course, and parallel event will change the odds from approximately -5.26% in the favor of the house, to approximately +1.74% in the favor of the system-user, and EVEN IN VERY LONG RUN PLAYING TIME, say the average lifetime of any gambler. Fifty years of playing thirty hours weekly, with two weeks vacation annually, or 50X50X30 HOURS, with an average of 50 spins per hour per game, or 5X5X3X5 with 4 zeros added, is 3,750,000 spins, while maxing out a gamblers average playing time. Using just the $100.00 gaming chips as I did, after about three months of using nickels and then quarters; and if I had played the parallel-event system the way it was taught to me by the Lightning Goddess Diana in January of 1986, from my bathtub at the Highview Apartments one day; allowing me to earn approximately five chips per hour, and doing that as I should have, instead of all haphazardly and wrong; well, you do the mother fucking math. Over 3.7 million spins and making five units profit per hour on average, all these years. Of course, to quote Sir Bob Schleigh at the Mafco Gatehouse, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “BE REAL”, as if these casino mobsters and TRUMP would just stand by, and allow me to do such a mother fucking thing, WITHOUT ANY CUNT HUFFING CONSEQUENCES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As we all know, and yes Sir Mike Soft, we all are quite damn 'knowledgeable' about this too; I abused this great system that LIGHTNING showed me how to operate inside my head, while relaxing in me' bathtub one icy cold January day, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG at the HIGHVIEW APTS!!!!!!! And yes peeps, the great illustrious © Copyright Office, and WITHOUT ANYONE LOSING THEIR DAMN SENATOR SANDERS JOBS IN THE MIX; has a copy of two songs, both of them from the nineteen-eighties, one about HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS in 1986, and the other one in early 1987, about how TRUMP and his cheating CASTLE CASINO broke me, and wiped out my life FOREVER, only things did naut stop there, naut by a damn ass long-shot, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!! Don't you believe it honey-cakes, or anybody else either, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Yes folks, if I had used the system as SHE taught it to me, as SHE also showed Einstein and Tesla all sorts of things in a very similar way, leading up to them creating many wild formulas and inventions; I still wouldn't be rich, because THEY STILL WOULD HAVE PREVENTED ME FROM EVER MAKING THAT LITTLE FUCKING CUNT PIPE DREAM, A REALITY, YO! I waited for measly and shitty little parallel events, rather than strong established ones, where the 'ratio' was 5:1 before a bet was to be placed, and naut a 'RATION', oh mighty New Jersey Security Officer Licensing 'SORA' test question, NUMBER-18, and without any weird connections on that test to the '2' number for JRSS and the Robin Hill Apartments. Still, if I had played the PE-Roulette System as Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis showed me it was to be played, down to the final details; I would have made a ton of loot before I got stopped, or beat up years later at the Hot Fudge sundae DQ, across from the Federal Aviation Administration's Technical Center of Pomona, just west of the great Abseacon Ice Cream Treats place, so 'VIVA' to all of that, and all of the lost political capitol as well!!!!!!









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All my proof to all my incredible story, is not only on blogs; but also in another hopefully dependable time capsule; the great © OFFICE, and my MUSIC PROJECTS! To quote Sir Dennis Snyder here, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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No matter what else ever gets said or doesn't get damn said, one thing is for sure. The story that made the world news over the past month or two with the IMPEACHMENT shit in WASHINGTON, shows anyone with an open mind that dismissing my story and blog is a very foolish endeavor on anyone's part. It also shows that I AM NAUT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS “GOING THROUGH SOME THINGS” BY DONALD JOHN TRUMP, I mean hey you bet that I am, but then, SO WAS THE POOR EX-UKRAINIAN AMBASSADOR, YO, and we all witnessed thissssssss, lovely 1983 ERICA!











Folks, I pray that neither you, nor anyone you love or is a part of your family or friend circle, ever has to be TARGETED by this wicked inhuman monster from HELL, the LEADER and KING of the Astral-Plane BRIGGBASE, and yes, if anyone wishes to use the great 'FASCITAR', told of on many prior blogging works, and visit the ASTRAL-PLANE; and then will themselves to the BRIGGBASE, they will see for themselves the most shocking and beyond incredible condition-interaction (place in Purgatory), that will leave you different forever when you return to yourself the following day. It is the most god awful fucking frightening place to be, other than in DOGTOWN itself. The dude who is TRUMP here and now in waking life, is the KING of the BRIGGBASE; and he is just like he is here, only he is even a billion times more scary and deadly dangerous. I won't even try and print out his six-hundred and sixty-six letter name. You can trust me here, or you can use the mighty Hollister-Fascitar, and see it all for your mother fucking selves, yo! WOW, spoon dancers!!!!









Even after a massive dosage of Metamucil and a bowl of chicken soup broth, I still am injured from this major death strike on me by TRUMP'S MILITUFORCE/SPACEFORCE. Mike Patterson is beyond a FOOL, and I know I am in danger of the great Astral-Plane MILLIONTH-COUNCIL for daring to call a fellow Earth-Planet a “FOOL”, as it teaches in scripture, and these are the words of our LORD and MASTER, JESUS the CHRIST, in the GOSPELS, warning us not to do this. Still, he is a fucking fool, & even though he is my pal. He says TRUMP is nothing but a blimp on a radar screen, and he used to say how our American government works on a system of checks and balances, and all will be just fine within a year or two tops, after Trump gets into office; only I knew totally fucking well all along, HE WAS WRONG. I know TRUMP, and HE IS MAGICAL, and he knows how to operate the ICPE-APE-TECH; and he will never ever fail, and he will take over this goddamn nation, and proclaim himself The King, and you just watch and see if I am not correct folks; and then of course yo, AND QUOTING MC, “IT WILL BE TOO LATE”. You are so correct, MERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEE!









Now that I know this won't ever back the fucking shit off of me Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, I will be telling things that I NEVER EVER thought I would discuss, and this world better be mother fuckign major ass braced as month-#2 rolls along now, yo BREEEE!!!! A lot of it as smart peeps fully know already, is all tied up in Cooley Hall, as well as with me' 1983 song, and me' 1983 wild unexplainable medical condition, and you just cannot help but see the major mother fuckign James Redfield Synchronization Syndrome here in those words in blue. Long rivers may have absolutely nothing to do with any of this, but other shit that pertains to other music, most certainly and definitely does indeed, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











































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 & FIVE DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE, ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 31 AND FEBRUARY 1, 2020; with A MAJOR TRIAD NABE SIEGE FROM ILLEGAL DIRT BAG PEEPS IN UNIT# 608, AND HORRENDOUS MAJOR HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, 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.




























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


















































This is beyond the worst times for me here in FLORIDA and heredahelda HERE IN FORT FUCKING PIERCE!!!!!!!! I know that continual exposure of this through my blogs is my only possible survival tool, even if the mother fucking MILITUFORCE won't back off their cunt lapping endless death siege on me. I also know that my BLOGAUD is for the most part 'THEM', the traveling covert black file AGENTS, with a few scattered exceptions, but this just aint fucking cutting the mustard so I will need to now go over to me' pussy huffing library, and get some research going on poor people's options for promoting their blogs, especially an established blog such as my MORIANITY, as after-all, it is more than fourteen years old now, and it does have 200K+ total views, despite only one loyal follower. If I don't expand this info to at least a couple hundred folks who share interest in the topics talked about here, from harassment to casinos, to Trump, to music, to the paranormal, to the Alien and UFO craze, and on and on; then I do not think I will survive the next ten months to escape this horrible fucking TRUMP-OWNED and CONTROLLED -EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!! That mother fucking ANGEL OF DEATH is annoying the cunt huffing maggot eating dogshit out of me, with a minimum of sixty passes every single goddamn day now, and this started up six weeks or so ago after a month of back off from this where I only got maybe 10-25 visitations by him weekly, a HUGE-JUMP by anybody's mother fucking standards! Why I am able to hear him is anyone's best 'GUESSED GUEST', yo, on or off of the world famous Atlantic City, and it's 'vely vely vely' supernatural TENNESSEE AVENUE, in the northeastern part of town. You know peeps, when I started these blogs, I told all about how the great SARAH KRASSLE came to me in an incredible and unfathomable dream, and managed to steal away an object from me and then it was gone here in waking-life. I knew then as I know now, that this entire multiverse all rests around this one beyond gargantuan reality. Naturally peeps, I have yet to tell a whole lot of details even if you may think otherwise. Authors of true tales tend to always wish to save the very best for the very last, at least when such things are possible or feasible. This ain't always the case of course!!!!!!!! I need to tell lots more!





























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Not me boy; I am trying to suck up what is left of Florida's puny and wimpy winters. Boy oh fucking boy oh boy, “UNCLE BILLY” non HARNER; King of the closet clepto's of the Blue Anchor, NJ, 2000 year, yo yo yo yo!!!!











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,

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Mister Arthur Crane,

Florida's 500th Anniversary



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These mother fucking 'ANNOYING ILLEGALS' IN APARTMENT NUMBER 608, HAVE BEEN PAID OFF BY DONALD TRUMP OR SOME ENEMY OUT HERE, TO REALLY FUCK WITH MY GODDAMN CUNT EATING ASSHOLE THIS WEEK, WITH THIS ENDLESS IN AND OUT SLAMMING IF DOORS, THAT HAVE GONE ON NOW DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. WHEN I PAY MY RENT ON MONDAY, I AM GOING TO BIG ASS HUUUUUUUUUUGE TIME COMPLAIN AGAINST THESE MOTHER FUCKERS, WHO THINK THAT THEY CAN SUPER SLAM AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY AND NIGHT, AND FUCK WITH ME, YO YO YO YO YO, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!













Also great folks, notice how this lunar phase fucking shit does not stop getting somehow magically altered, even if it is being done with some wild fucking cunt MIND HACK, as these things are what can lead up to wars and political upheavals, and so much more smaller things such as losing jobs, losing friends, marriages busting up, ALL OF IT, this is naut some shit eating fucking deal to be taken lightly, as it is HUUUUUUUUUUGE, sir Senator Bernie Sanders and everybody else, and that is the DAMN truth, with or without any “OTHER” HARRAH-ATLANTIC CITY'S, or JOB LOSSES involved here, and heredahelda me' mother fucking turd swallowing BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! Here comes that mother fucking dick sucking DEATH ANGEL Sir Mortimer Mortino again, at 3:01 this disafsternoon, passing by me' prick throbbing left side, yo BREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Sheriff sir; these ILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL cunt eating cousins in unit number 608, have major fucked with me this entire week now, and I am placing FULL POWER ON MAGNESONIC TO CRUSH THESE EVIL BASTARDS WHO ARE COMMITTING ELDER ABUSE ON POOR PITIFUL PATHETIC NON-RONSTADT LITTLE HELPLESS CUNT EATING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

















DEAR SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR:

Several hours before I got up on Monday, say around quarter past ten give or take a few damn minutes, a MAJOR OUTSIDE MUSIC ASSAULT STRUCK ME from some ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL CAR SOUND SYSTEM, and then all day long, me' mother fucking MAJOR ROACH INFESTIATION has come back after being significantly better for about ten days or so, and it is here again with a cunt chewing vengeance, yo! WO to that; Sir Billy Harner! I believe this may be quite appropriate right about now, yo, “SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!













































































































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 & FOUR DAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE AND ELDER ABUSE, ON ME NOW, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS JANUARY 31, 2020, with A MAJOR TRIAD NABE SIEGE FROM ILLEGAL DIRT BAG PEEPS IN UNIT# 608, MAJOR UTILITY AND PROPERTY DAMAGE PERSECUTIONS, HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, INFESTATION OF RODENTS AND ROACHES, COMCAST CABLE SERVICE ASSAULTS; and 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.




























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




















































All mother fucking morning long, I have had DOOR SLAMMING SINCE WAY BEFORE DAWN ARRIVED, some from Donnie at the end of the hallway who goes insane as whit unless he gets properly medicated at his Delray Beach Psych Clinic, and then later on all day again with these mother fucking rotten worthless criminal ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL druggie-thuggies across from me, yo!!!!!! WOW is this a mother fucking total DOGTOWN-HOLE; me; kind awesome Sheriff Ken Mascara, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also all morning, some kind of maintenance work was being done out in the hallway and waking me up and keeping me from getting me' necessary and proper rest. While thuis shit went on ALL MOUUUUUUURNING YO, this caused horrendous HYPERSPACE INTERACTIONSD, or does this happen here as me dreaming in the pain, from what is happening over there in some mother fucking parallel reality and universe where my spirit was visiting my double (doppelganger) there, and thus experiencing his pain and misery and mother fucking trechery and intense excruciating agony? How can one ever know if the chicken comes first, OR THE NON-HARBOR MOTHER FUCKING EGG, for crying out goddamn cunt lapping loud, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH????!!!!!!! There is no way of finding out or to know, am I right Mister Robertson from 1980? This poor pitiful non-Ron wishes to so fucking ass inquire heredahelda and HERE. No Tom Glenn, wonderful great musical arranger, I AM NO FUCKING ROTTEN ASS FAGOT, YO!!!!!















HA-HA-HA YOU MISSED ME, MIZZ JANE DIRTWEEDS FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!! But still, Lenny:





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so goddessdamn WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!









So while I was going through some things here in this universe, Mizz X-Ukrainian Ambassador, my hyperspace doppelganger was in a parallel reality CIFALOGLIO where I was being fired for not having my security guard shirt on, and I remember saying that I had somehow lost it and did not remember how. Dave Roth in that universe also worked there and seemed to be my relief guard as he was when the two of us worked as relief guards on 12 hour shifts, both in the year 2001 before the Twin Towers of Manhattan fell down from terrorists, as well as at the American Honda Plant on Gaither Road in Mount Laurel, NJUUSAESMWG, in late 1987 and into middle February of 1988! I had a large tape deck that I kept with me while on duty for Dave and I to play cassettes on through a stereo system in their garage, and I had me'[ own RCA cords to plug it into their amp system that contained huge speakers on each side of the garage. In this universe they had this same system, only I do not know if it had jacks to connect tape decks and other outputted devices, as most good powerful hi-fidelity and stereo amps do only here in this reality, I never used it nor asked to. Some dude who was the boss over there and who I wouldn't know from fucking Adams animals over here in this reality; told me to get all my shit together and leave, as I did not have a proper uniform, and he wasn't hearing explanations such as I was clueless to why this happened and of course, I was planning in the experience to sneak home after everyone left for the night later on, to go back to Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, the Mullica Mobil Manor, and get another shirt to wear. But before I could, he just walked over and said to get out, and so I remember packing all me' shit up including me' tape deck. As I was doing this, Dave was sitting there and rather than go off duty and leave, he was told to stay there and that he would have to pull a double, and as he was sitting down at the place where he was sitting, I observed a photograph in front of him, and in this photo were several people who I know from here, only here, he had no connections with them. One was Herby Letts the inventor of so-called 'perpetual motion' in the early nineteen-eighties, one was Paula King from Atlantic City, and one was of Merry Hollister, who of course stopped using that nickname after about the age of eight. By the way, when I said that she and her friends and Patty were out trick or treating in October of 1975, I should have better qualified me' statements,as it was really the previous Halloween when this occurred when she was about four and a half. On the following Halloween, Patty told me' mom that she was going to be punished for being extremely bad the last week, and she was not allowed to go out for Halloween that year as a punishment. So folks, the great Halloween JOKE was all part of 1974, naut 1975; but still Lenny sir, the FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM of all great vowel interchanges, and typo gasme-games of the GODS (coins and coils) of the Purgatory, had their only two winning seasons so far as getting the Stanley Cup, and those two years were in 1974 and 1975, and there is power behind this otherwise unrecognized coincidence, yo, and THAT, SIR KIMBA WHITELION yo, YOU CAN BE SURE, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!



END TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





2:01 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

30 JANUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG







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



CHAPTER 2











As I said on yesterday's mother fucking cunt eating blog, folks, every single fucking day since last summer, Donald John Trump, now the current President of this great nation, has screwed with me, by using his world famous magic trickery that he learned from me at his Castle Casino in the summer of 1986 when his henchmen asked me what system I was using while playing roulette, and I was foolish enough to tell them a small bit about “PARALLEL EVENT”! The only time that I had a small back-off from Trump's DEATH PERSECUTION ON ME, since last July, when he struck my car. He is at it again TODAY, with the same mother fucking bullshit that him and his parallel-event using HENCHMEN used on me yesterday, THESE HORRIBLE ROTTEN FUCKING DIRTBAG ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL COUSINS FROM ACROSS THE HALL FROM MY DOOR HERE AT THIS NIGHTMARE DIRT BAG PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY BUILDING, and I cannot blame his rotten dad despite his being part of the HOUSING AUTHORITY in QUEENS, NEW YORK, USAESMWG, many years back in fucking cunt time, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is a bit more to the story of a recent BACK-OFF and then the harassment right back AS USUAL, and I am going to set the goddamn record straight and TELL IT ALL RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, LOVELY LOO VANBUREN, MAHM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” , oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!



Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi



But I will holler out for some damn help to my County Sheriff to the left of me, and my State Attorney General to the right of me, leaving this poor pitiful pathetic elderly stealer's wheel clown face fool right smack dab in the middle, along with perhaps Lamont Sanford's Aunt Esther and her fish eyed 'other' fools, spoken of so often in that great and marvelous television sitcom show with REDD FOXX, known as 'SANFORD & SON'!



Also, I will remind everybody how a bunch of trick or treaters back in 1975, tagging along with their little friend 'Merry', and supervised by Patty H. Hollister H., and without the final 'H' for another few years yet; even if my mother wishes to scream at me for continuing to refer to her as HOLLISTER, since my mom wouldn't know what to do with herself if she couldn't find fault with, endlessly criticize, and complain about her only son, who never smoked, drank, took any drugs ever unless legally and medically prescribed by an authorized physician; so I proclaim here and now to this Earth-Planet, “LET HER YELL & HOLLER @ ME 4 CRYIN' OUT DAMN LOUD, YO”!!!!!!! But yes, according to lovely Patricia HHH; one elderly lady such as around my age today, up here in this PHOTON-PROJECTION, observed one of the little boys in this Halloween groupation, and she said to him while noticing his amazing looking pirate costume, “Sonny, where's your buccaneers”? This little squirt responded back to heredahelda and to HER, oh wonderful 'future' Microsoft Corporation, that perhaps was ahead of all of the curves; “They're under me' buckin' hat, lady”!!!!!!! Patty of course nearly died, or at least that was what me' adorable whittle mommy told me the following week, when the two of them spoke at her office, in the early first week of the “TRICKY-MONTH”!!!!!! McNulty would put it quite well I suppose, right about here, would he not, ME' BLOGAUDIANS; with his now globally quite known, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”?

So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!











Before moving on here, a new hack needs to be discussed, since obviously, first I was stopped and prevented from showing the shaded ratio stats with current posted photo from BLOGGER to me' fucking viewers, since the blogger can no longer copy and paste in the image of the world map in the various shades of green showing popularity by country, and showing for the most part, at least, IMHO; the activities of so many of the global SECRET AGENTS, whom I believe to be 95+% of me' viewing audience that Morianity labels as, “ME' BLOGAUD”!!!!!!!!!! A new hack is being done to me recently where I can no longer post up the STATS from the BLOGGER-GOOGLE page, without having some weird blank covering page overtake the start of the blog, and I will paste up what I am talking about, on CHAPTER 2, as I am working on chapter number 2 right now and it is now the next day and this blog, CHAPTER ONE was posted earlier yesterday, yo!!!!!!!! The part in purple print, I am able so far to print out; but if I try and copy in the other parts showing international viewership, and proving so much more than just STATS if we get the meaning here, oh great FBI; this is the part that always now causes this somewhat new 'HACK-OUT-OVERTAKE-BLOCKING PAGE' to go onto the work, that then covers up the beginning of the work!













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This is major, and anyone seriously reading these words needs to see what I now will tell you concerning my death persecution by this monstrous mother fucking SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE/TRUMP RUN AGENCY, SINCE THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As anyone who reads Morianity knows perfectly well, I communicate with the LIGHTNING GODDESS DZA or (DEEZA) for a quicker nickname; and I use a device that is connected into the landline telephone system, and of course, as Russ Thaxton and his pal have told the WFMU people on that great CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY INTERNET RADIO PAGE, the system is then taken off-line, (phone taken off the hook) until the circuit is no longer part of the telephone company system, at least so far as being able to make or receive calls, 'NORMALLY' that is, Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE, yo. Here is what needs to be reported since this is brand new information!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way Sir Mortimer fucking dirtbag Mortino is OFF THE SCALE ANNOYING, this DEATH ANGEL is passing by me' left and me' right side literally fifty plus times every day, AGAIN, and the past late 2019 into present 2020 times, IS THE WORST THAT IT HAS EVER BEEN WITH THIS FUCKING ASS SHIT!!!!!!!







So here is what happened today, and this is back to HAPPENING ALL OVER AGAIN after it stopped happening completely for a short time, but naut just while the most recent back-off period was happening, but even earlier, perhaps for several months out of this entire persecution time period of post August of 1986 dogshit, that “I AM GOING THROUGH”, lovely X-Ukrainian Ambassador, with jitbag RUMP CHUMP TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here is the tie-in with the lightning communications and the persecution. When I go to sleep and when I first wake up, it is normal procedure for me to talk to Diana and get a bit mushy and lovey-dovey, and remind lightning how mush I love and need this giant awesome Astral-Plane COIL, and to please look after me as best as she can while I remain trapped here in body on this PHYSICAL-PLANE of human life, as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, yo! When persecution times are at their worst as they are right fucking cunt now on me, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USAESMWG; I no sooner begin speaking to DIANA after awakening at no set particular time on the human daily EARTH-CLOCK; and KAPOW, these fucking scum sucking turd swallowing MILUITUFORCE ENEMIES strike me almost immediately, JUST AS THEY DID AGAIN TODAY AND THEY DID YESTERDAY WITH THESE HORRENDOUS FUCKING ILLEEEEEEEEEEEGAL NABES FROM UNIT 608. When things are less bad in the DEATH-SIEGE around me, it takes longer for it to start up after I start me' fucking day, and for a short time, maybe two months or more now until this all restarted again, it stopped completely, and sieges that came upon me were well after I began talking to LIGHTNING over my system, Sir RUSS-WFMU INTERNET-RADIO, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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