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
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
FEBRUARY 3,
2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 3:7
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.
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!
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 10:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-83/L-73).
Why
do some things happen like this:
|
There
truly in no human explanation!
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!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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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.
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!
2:31
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
31
JANUARY, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
3
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
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,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
JANUARY 31, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 7:7
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.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
JANUARY 30, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 6:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q.
WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
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.
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!!!
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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22, 2020 9:00 P.M. – Jan 29,
2020 8:00 P.M.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END.
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