BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
1:17
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
MORNING
7
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
I'M
UNDER MAJOR ATTACK!
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
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RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
59
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SURE TO READ THE END OF THIS BLOG.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
TUESDAY,
APRIL 7, 2020
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back to back SUPER BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT DAYS FOR THE MOTHER FUCKING
MOUNTAINPEN, YO. BUT THEN, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, HUH PEEPS, YO BRAH? I TOLD
YOU, LOVELY GIANT GINA, AND WHY IS THIS ANY GREAT MOTHER FUCKING
MYSTERY, WHEN THIS IS NOTHING BUT AN ENDLESSLY LOOPING REPEATING
PATTERN EVER SINCE AUGUST OF 1986, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????
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MISTER
ENEMY MEXICO-605 HAS REALLY TURNED ON THE HOLOGRAM AGAINST ME AGAIN.
HIS LOUD SUBS ANNOY ME NOW EVERY SINGLE DICK LICKING DAMN DAY.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS FUCKING CUNT HUFFING BUTT-BUT
FOLKS; HE IS SMART ENOUGH SO FAR,
NAUT TO DO IT AFTER THE TEN PEE NOISE
ORDINANCE OF THE TOWNSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
as with most everything in this rotten Earthly physical Plane life,
some good can always get salvaged out of lots of tonnage of mother
fucking horrible bad evil shit. What do I mean heredahelda and HERE,
Mister Mike Soft Corp, you may ask me? Well then great wicked sinful
world, grant me the permission of explaining what I mean now to all
of you, me' wonderful and awesome
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That mother fucking ANGEL
OF DEATH IS ANNOYING BEYOND ANYTHING REMOTELY DESCRIBABLE, LAD
AND LASSIES, by the way, yo yo yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I
speak of that famous by now the world over, in
the realm of the quiet zone of SCOTT RANSOM 'VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE',
ICPE-APE-TECH AND THAT GODDAMN DOW JONES
AVERAGES STOCK MARKET OF AMERICA!!!!! Notice how
unlike any other president, my personal LIFELONG MAJOR ENEMY does
nothing but talk about it, as I said all along how connected WITH IT
HE IS, confirming my story from DOGTOWN and (DOE)!!!!!!!!!! But if
that was my only tell-all-truth here, this blog would be a bit lame
and tame for my taste. I speak of how every single time now since
about two weeks or more now, I get persecuted HUUUUUUUUGE-TIME
by the MILITUFORCE, when the market has
a major HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE RALLY-GAIN
on the day in Manhattan, yo yo yo yo yo yo
BRO!!!!! All but once, this is being
done by Mister 605-Mexico, and the one time it was not him, it
was that MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT where my entire
fucking cable service went out on me several days ago, and
woke me up of course as well. You all know by now that I talk to
Lightning when I go to sleep, and use a phone as well as some other
connected junk that I won't discuss because it weakens me and
strengthens the WOMO-M2F ENEMY! As I predicted, the DJIA FLEW on
MONDAY (yesterday), and it will TOTALLY FLY AGAIN TUESDAY (today)
since Mister Mexico Prick Sub-Wooferscum blasted me out again
starting earlier on Monday evening. As I said, all I have to do is
open up an account with one of these advertising brokerage firms that
allows very small money accounts to be opened, and trade according to
this rule that has set itself up now!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, the
SYSTEM-A lost another 8 units, but then good old system-B made me 42
units. I believe your cue is now happening here, oh great Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank, so a gargantuan
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' will
now be shouted out at fifteen bells of sound pressure level
(SPL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
Jane Sleazeweedsdisease has a chance to hurt me with her famous
ONES-GROUPATION, I WILL TYPE IN A MAJOR LOVELY FIVES-GROUPATION, in a
sort of anticipatory strike, and NAUT a counterstrike, Mizz lovely
1983 AT&T BLAKE!
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I
am not jiving heredahelda or HERE kind folks. I WILL OPEN UP A
TRADING ACCOUNT, and some of these brokerage houses have a
commission free on-line trading offer. I am going to have to learn
the tricks before I do anything. Just because I can predict the way
these moves happen, doesn't prevent me
from being killed by the financial world WOMO-MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES,
and THAT people, I learned in 1995 while
residing at the Highview Apartments, as most of you know about
only well. Even the brokerage house being located at the 5555
Building in Pennsylvania, did not stop me from losing many
hundreds of dollars, because I WAS BEING
CHEATED in my options account by crooked brokers, oh great
lovely Mizz Susie Orman, as well as Securities and Exchange
Commission, (FCC) yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
can all bet your bottom darling dollars that I am going to be telling
some beyond super huge shit very soon, as this has gone on as long as
it's gonna' go without me turning this up to BEYOND KITCHEN
PATROL DAIRY QUEEN FIGHTING MODES OF 1997 AND 2016 AT
ALLigators AND 'ALL-RALLIES'!
For
now I will just say these words: My proof to all of these things in
my 14+YEAR MORIANITY BLOGGING PROJECT,
is all unfolding right here and right now, lovely Lieutenant VanBuren
of 'L&O' TV-show, yo!!! What do I mean, you may ask me? Well
then, grant me the permission here, without placing any barriers up,
without barring any wrestling positions or pulling back any punches
here whatsoever; to tell you more. I will say some things that will
prove the logic to all I am saying, and every single great reporter
on the Cable Network News system knows I speak the truth. Great job
guys. And yes, I am every bit as angry as you are, great sir, and we
both have a right to be, because we are being wiped out as a nation,
not by a virus, not by a temporary lull in the economy, not by
anything that any Republican idiot would ever be able to see due to
the Satanic blinders worn by them 24-7; but rather, by one President
Donald John Trump, 45th
President of the United States of America. My entire blogs
tried to warn the world and anyone can go and archive the whole
thing, no matter what anyone may wish to think of me, the author of
this Morianity, my words sing an absolutely true accurate and correct
song from the lowest note to the highest note, and from the very
first note after the musical cleft all the way to the fine' at the
end of the score-sheet! Show me one other president who cares so much
about WALL STREET, that he allowed the curve of a major global
pandemic to be altered to the point where somewhere between 20 and 90
thousand Americans will die because of his utter fucking nonsense and
endless stupidity. He is a eight year old kid from the BRIGGBASE, he
won't ever grow up or age other than in his body, and anyone waiting
for him to mature and quit acting like the quintessential asshole
fool on steroids, is in for the wait of all high-Blondie sand-fort
tides of all times, yo yo yo BRRR!!! High and hi, huh Mizz
Pink-Frankincense of 2009? Tell Mommy-P
that me' buckin ears are under me' buckin hat for crying out loud! In
any case, Jim and I, not Ed Lynch and Mister Huntington-Harrington,
but Jim and I were busy at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments on that
Halloween day, trying to get me safely the Dogtown out of there, and
away from Apollo-Lucy's
non BIRTHDAY-PARTY, 'Mister Pearly White
Gorgeous' NYNY-TV anchorman referenced to by non J-Low, Mizz
Linda Church, or Mizz Winters; Detective Lenny Briscoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And all of Thisssssssss not withstanding, having to do with
UFO-COVER-UPS, only in so far as being a matching four letters
(WPIX), so yessir, and WOW-THAT.
Just
as soon as this near-quarantine situation is lifted around this
country, I will be leaving, WITH
THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK, AND JUST AS I DID BEFORE if need be;
and driving out and away from MOTHER FUCKING FLORIDA, F-O-R-E-V-E-R
and ever and ever and ever, to never
ever ever never look back, as Lightning might say
it in HER HUMAN FORM, back in the middle nineteen-sixties!!! And even
if I overslept from being a new Ativan user at the time, and not yet
used to the “sleep-beam” effects of that powerful anti-anxiety
drug, and “NAUT” getting down to Atlantic city's Brighten Avenue,
and the then Golden Nugget Hotel and casino until a half past eleven;
it doesn't alter the fact that at least she had enjoyed a nice visit
uptown at the Resorts Casino to see her lifelong pal Sir Stevie
Wonder after he had finished up his musical concert there. Still, the
FAWCES had lots of other plans for me, and yes, for me and LIGHTNING,
in HER TRUE FORM
on the great illustrious ASTRAL PLANE. No one in the
world has a tiny clue how much I love LIGHTNING, and how goddamn much
I miss her. I was told that Florida is the lightning capitol of the
country. Well, maybe so, but anything that involves me, remember
people that old CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON deal here yo, when I get into the
mix, you can LITERALLY BANK ON THE RULES BEING SUDDENLY AND QUICKLY
ALTERED, every goddamn mother fucking time. I
had way more LIGHTNING AROUND ME UP IN NEW JERSEY than I do here in
Fort Pierce, and I have lived here since middle
December of 2009, that is ten years and nearly four months now.
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You
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS HORRIBLE APRIL 5
AND APRIL 6 DEATH ASSAULT ON ME NOW,
FINANCIAL
OPPRESSION SIEGE, AND FULL POWER DIRECTED AT MISTER 605-MEXICO NABE
FROM HELL, 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.
All
anyone has to do is look around them and compare my blogs from 2006
to present times, with what is jumping out at everybody right now in
2020 and ever since trump got into the White House, huh Julia?
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and big ass BUTT and but folks, those
not wanting to see truths, NEVER
CAN AND NEVER WILL,
and it truly is just that simple, Mister CIA-Henningsen, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!
At
least it has been cooler the past two days while I suffered at the
hands of this total fucking jit bag next door, and most likely is
because it has been very cloudy and drizzly.
ButButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and BIG ASS BUTT but folks, the
nineties will be coming right back later on in the mother fucking
week, or so says the mighty men and women of
WEATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
all know that there is absofuckinglutely NO REASON WHATSOEVER for the
DOW JONES to race up when things are like this. Huge downmoves make
sense, and yes, some up moves make perfect sense too, but not this
much up when nothing positive supports it. Okay, so the medical
experts are saying that maybe a flattening of that curve with this
Corona-virus is upon many areas, and hopefully that is true but they
are not yet ready to commit to it. Mathematical charts and graphs are
fine and well, but in many cases and with many things, not all data
coming into them is perfect or even near perfect. Maybe we are about
to flatten out and even get better in the following few days, and
maybe not all reports coming in are accurate and only time will tell.
Still, and no one wants this to be over more than me so I can get the
fuck out of this apartment and out of Florida, I don't allow anything
to lull me into a false sense of security, and I've learned the hard
way that this only sets a person up for lots of big ass fuckign
let-downs. The curve may have been hit for many areas, and then how
about other areas where it is lagging behind noational averages? All
Trump ever wants to do is to be the king of positives, and he is so
much like Mike Patterson that I am breaking off my friendship with
him as I can't deal with horse fucking shit like this on a continual
basis. I need absolute fucking reality, not dreams or fantasy.
Positives are great, but there has to be a fact based reason for
proclaiming them. Otherwise, we have nut cases like Desire' Twinbay,
and Mike, and Trump, and many other folks like these total fucking
idiots from Insanityville, can go do and say and think whatever the
Dogtown they wish to, but don't drag fucking me into your warped
sense of non-reality. I won't lie to anybody. I cannot type in what I
wish I could type in here. I mean I would have the fucking Secret
Service over here by the damn morning light and 'NOT THE SONG', if I
finished the sentence that begins with, I
honestly don't know why fifty thousand fucking people with sanity
don't storm the damn W.H., and~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!
Hey
people, you know why I get that mother fucking (`~HACK) so often, as
well as why I get the (CAPS-HACK) too????? And go screw your mother
fucking toothpaste sir Microsoft Corporation, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
same shit causes both of these things. I have a fucked up SHIFT-BAR
on my computer keyboard. But I need all the money that I can get for
moving out of this hellhole fucking miserable lousy rotten Florida,
and I cannot waste a dime on shit like a new keyboard, or a new
entire system for that matter. It
is so way fun and cool to be endlessly KEPT
DOWN
AND POVERTY
OPPRESSED
AND STRICKEN
BY WOMO-M2F
ENEMIES
FROM DOE (DOGTOWN-HELL),
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
'YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'.
SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
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21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
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28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
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23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
I
have not been able to follow Dave Roth's great 1988 advice about
shooting enemy targets in a big darkened mother fucking room, or
'NOT TO', as he would say. But let me clue in the dam world about
something here. If some little dirt bag prick was up on the fuckign
interconnected networking system (internet), spewing out all sorts of
shit that was UNTRUE about me; I would be trying to get to the bottom
of it. I would be fuming and railing and doing anything possible to
contact the bastard and so forth. So please don't tell me that I am
just some fucking nut case, Mizz
Listener Therese and any and all of your loyal asshole
followers.
END
TRANSMISSION,
AND
SMELLING REAL DAMN 'GOUUUUUUUD'!
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION
1:47
POST
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON
5
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
57
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SUNDAY,
APRIL 5, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
GIBBOUS 4:5
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.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH
ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS CURRENT DEATH SIEGE OF
APRIL
5, 2020 WITH A MAJOR
ENEMY MILITUFORCE NABE FROM HELL DEATH STRIKE ON ME FROM UNIT #605
WITH LOUD MUSIC ALL DAY LONG, 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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Beginning
shortly after nine on this Sunday fucking morning, this prick who I
call Mister Mexico from next door to me in UNIT #605, had his loud
sub-woofers on. I cannot say they were blaring and shaking the walls,
but I can safely say they were very annoyingly loud and that it went
on for nearly four goddamn mother fucking hours until just shortly
shy of one this disafsternoon!!! When I just now went to save this
mother fuckign document at 1:54 P.M., the MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT
CUM-PUKE-HER-HACKERS FROZE ME AND TRIED TO CRASH MY SYSTEM, but it
resumed normal operations after half a minute of fucking cunt freeze
up.
I
paid my rent at the PH Office on Friday morning, and came directly
home after that. The place is all closed up for normal business and a
special envelope was included in my monthly mailed rent bill for
placing the appropriate part of the rental statement as well as the
check into it and then it is placed into a special mail drop
in-between the two lobby doors, that places it into a bin. All of
this works in my favor actually, including living here with no
current annual lease. This way I am on a month to month basis and can
leave here any time I wish to, so the mother fucking cunt lapping
virus did me a favor with that huge nasty ass mess. That super
annoying Death Angel has been real bad around me again the past week
or nearly a week after being a little bit more absent from me for a
short while. We all know Sir Mortimer Mortino has been a very busy
dude recently, and I began to hear him way more than usual, even for
me, starting back in 2019. Still, I am sure that in the true realm of
the sub-atomic, some tiny little machine that is designed 7th
dimensionally, or Lawtronically as I say it in Morianity; puts out
the particular frequency that I hear for some weird reason. Anything
at all that has any moving part as any machine does, and operating
above zero degrees of Kelvin temperature, must put out some
wavelength or (frequency). Complex patterns involving both DNA as
well as other unknown realities, are obviously behind why
“first-born's” are more tuned into 'Morty' or this machine. On
the Astral plane,whether this be a real actual entity or just a
machine system here physically, there is a real Astral Entity who has
a lovely condo in the capitol city of the
capitol province of the Purgatory, and I have seen it, and
visited him in there. I told how while I was back living at Jenny
Plageman's shithole trailer, right after doing this; people
around me were suddenly trying to kill me on the road, and I
could actually feel DEATH trying to GET AT ME,
in a very real way that cannot be explained by mortal world fucking
reasoning or logic. Until he/this
machine/DEATH, is all finished with his plague on the planet;
I will be hearing that horrible sound incredibly often, maybe up to a
hundred or more times daily. What I didn't tell anyone yet, and only
because I wanted to try and get these facts as truly as is possible
to do in this new age of multi-media and endless news sources that
ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT ALL TRUSTWORTHY, but there was a moving process of
items all happening during the entire month of March and then lasting
all the way until last TUESDAY late afternoon. Until then, people
like me would not have received a stimulus direct deposit until close
to September of this year, those who do not file taxes and are on
Social Security Disability, and have their benefits directly
deposited. There were forces in the Republican controlled United
States SENATE, trying really hard to thwart ME, and I MEAN ME, and
this can sound totally fucking nuts and sick and paranoid, but I KNOW
WHAT I KNOW, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! But after late last Tuesday afternoon,
those in my category were SAVED from waiting until the end of this
AUGUST. The lies were telling it all the opposite way around as
though those getting mailed checks would have t wait. Maybe both
would not get them until late in the summer, but in any case, this
now moot situation has been resolved. So after Tuesday when that went
down IN MY FAVOR, AND
IS A RARE EVENT THAT ANYTHING EVER DOES AS YOU ALL KNOW ONLY
TOO DAMN ASS WELL; and then came the MAJOR FUCKING DEATH PERSECUTION
STARTING TO GET HURLED AT ME, AND IT IS STILL ONGOING, the old
“STRIKE HIM HARD ON SUNDAYS” trick,
huh Mister Maxwell Smart? You all
remember last weeks incident-chronology with me, I'm damn sure!
Still,
it's amazing Saturday wasn't the start of a TWO DAY MAJOR
HUUUUUUUUUGE DEATH SIEGE ON ME, after waking up late Saturday
afternoon from being in Atlantic City in a super wild experience that
was anything from being pleasant. I won't bore you with details other
than to say when compressing and nut-shelling it all, and ALLIGATORS
TOOthpaste TOO Sir Mike Soft; it started on the beach right at
Ziggy's Jetty as I call it, the jetty right there at the great and
illustrious Schiff's Central Pier. I was in shorts, not swim trunks,
and I was there on a hot summer's day, and the area was filled with
young girl surfers and swimmers, and there were hardly any guys
anywhere. Hey, not to complain, Tom Glenn and Dave Roth in any
parallel reality, but let me move on here folks, an dyes Mike Soft,
folks and folksingers as well, screw the fucking toothpaste yo
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I was watching them all swimming and surfing
for maybe twenty minutes or so and then a man came over and told me
it was time for us to get back. Instantly I knew “I was dreaming”,
and just played along. As time went on, I realized it was cousin Don,
but not my two distant DON-Cuzz's, but my close-in first CUZZ. He
said we had to pick up “Aunt Grace” as he called her both there
and here in waking life here long ago. She was working at the
shipping company and had no way to get home from her job unless I was
there to pick her up. Don began asking me some wild questions and
when I told him some far out answers, he told me I am a lunatic. I
then remember my double there (doppelganger) replying back to him,
saying, “As Shakespeare said, there are more things under Heaven
and Earth, than can be drempt of in your philosophy, cousin”. After
I said that, he pulled out some weird looking thing that looked just
like a skate-key only triple the size that it should have been. He
placed it in his right ear and turned it, and poof, he vanished right
in front of me like that alchemist did in 1974 here in waking life.
As soon as he did, I began running down some street that led out of
Atlantic City and it was much more heavily wooded and scenic than any
part of waking world Atlantic City. As I ran, I picked up that famous
LONG-STRIDE-RUN motion, and began running faster than cars were
going, at full ease. There is a lot more to this experience, but for
now, I can tie in one huge thing here. Every time that I either dream
a major saying like that Shakespeare thing, or out of the blue just
think of some short few grouping of words heard on some “L&O”
episode, within one day, one of those episodes comes on, or if not on
that show, rarely it happens on some other item that I am viewing on
the television. I also want to add that the distance between the old
Mayflower Hotel shower-pipe and the actual jetty, in the dreaming
experience, was about five times greater than here in the
(waking-world). This is an area here where no one is allowed to swim
in when the tide is high, lovely Blondie Harry Hill Robinnette Robin
Mike Soft; due to the danger of getting knocked into the jetty or the
pipe by a strong wave. But in the DREAM, the distance was great
between them, and indeed, people did swim there, and this is where I
was watching those many girls. But there is a whole lot more to all
of this, and I know that much of what I don't dare say right now is
most likely the reason for TODAY'S MAJOR DEATH
ASSAULT ON ME BY MY ENEMY NABES FROM FUCKING HELL, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!! I will only tell a very quick opener to it all. When I
was quoting a famous line from a Shakespearean Play to my First-Cuzz
Donald, I originally said, RATIO, and not Horatio. When incidents
such as those happen in DREAMS, the power behind it in TSE is beyond
SUPER YHPER ULTRA MAJOR!!!!!!!! Lads and Lassies, I totally PYT.
I
completely believe that my pal if you want to call him a pal, Mike
from Miami, is extremely BIPOLAR. My Aunt Barbara acted this way, my
daughter acts this way, and it is a major pain in the nuts to deal
with, let me tell y'alls, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! When I say
“NOTHING GETS PAST ME”, I hope you
all try and believe me here. It is a hundred mother fucking percent
true. I don't want to get into things that will cause me great harm,
until the world resumes its normal shape. Things are way out of
kilter, and if all shit hits all fans, I will be as fucking cunt
totally screwed as a long haired cat in a room filled with rocking
chairs, Senator Thompson oh Latengrate Sir!!!!!!!! I am a HUNTINGTON.
Huntington's are Bubonic Plague Survivors. I am not worried about
getting sick, but I can be completely wiped fucking out through
numerous countless OTHER WEAKNESSES, and the MILITUFORCE KNOWS EVERY
SINGLE ONE OF THEM. What happened to me at the Coryell Medical
Institute, as well as being a Huntington; and hey yo, I don't need
anyone planting any magical bugs in my house to remind me of lovely
Grace Messenger!!!!!!!!!
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Maybe
the HALLS FAWCES didn't like what I discussed with Atlantic City in
1970 with child molester Tom Reale. But who can ever really
know why these cunt eating death sieges come out of nowhere with me
and pow, they strike like a Jupiter bolt of lightning on steroids.
Then eventually, they go away and vanish as wildly as they came.
Before 1986, I never ever had to live like this. Yes I had many
rotten problems and my share of rotten days, usually about one out of
every 10-14 when averaged out for entire years, and I know, since I
used to keep LIFE CHARTS that showed me this information, yo yo yo
yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me quickly tell you something not told on CHAPTER 50, speaking of
telling some really wild shit regarding transdimensional hyperspace
and the dealings that I have had to endure within this vast and
virtually limitless and unfathomable fabric of space-time-mind
connected from the 6th dimension of MIND! David Roth in
many parallel worlds has been interacting with me for a minimum of
six or seven years now, and he is getting meaner and meaner with me
in these alternate realities, once even trying to shoot me dead. I
was working as a security guard at some weird place the night before
last and I was told by my boss, the Site-Sarg, that the reason Dave
is being so mean to me is because “He thinks I'm gay” to
precisely quote the dude. I of course am not gay, not here and not
there, and in the experience, my doppelganger was telling him, “Boy
just give me the opportunity to prove that I am not gay and I'll blow
your goddamn mind”! The Site-Sarg just looked at me, and then poof,
I woke up with a bang. But that horrible mother fucking nightmare
stayed with me all of yesterday, and put me in a really fowl ass
fuckign rotten mood to say it 'politely', Mister Tommy
Jam-Jelly-Dizzy Roe from when else, but good old fucking 1969? For a
very long time, I have wondered why my spirit insists on traveling
into these rotten goddamn parallel universes where Dave is being so
damn mean. Well, I got my answer. Don't ever fuckign tell me that
things in DREAMS do not work just like they do in the waking realms
of so-called REALITY for Crissake. For a long long damn time I was
trying to understand this and then finally I got the answer. Life
while awake operates for me in extremely similar ways. People who
doubt my hard on for hyperspace & dreaming really need to get
into BIBLICAL PROPHECY and DREAMS, as this is all through the BIBLE,
and there is not one scripture that so much as even partially implies
that those days and these days are separate as far as this is
concerned. Show me I am wrong with real BIBLE SCRIPTURE anyone, and I
will end my MORIANITY. I have read through it cover to cover, so LOTS
OF FUCKING LUCK, YO!!!!!!!!!! BOY OH BOY DOES THIS SHIT SUCK FUCKING
ASS AT C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time ago, Mizz
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Yes,
no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs that I
would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had
to drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY',
the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and
brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than
100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major
mother fucking SCOTT
RANSOM
on me; destroying
my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten
stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!!
Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd
Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson
Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just
bring me your wonderful strobing
light,
and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS
MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma
Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this
happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough
mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to
one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE,
so
give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA
AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles
Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word,
“W—O—W”?????????????
MIZZ
PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL; THE ROTTEN MILITUFORCE
JUST CRASHED MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1 OFFICE DOCUMENT SYSTEM AT 10:38 AM
THIS SATURDAY, 28 JUNE, SUPER BOTBAR NIGHTMARE DEATH SIEGE ATTACK
DAY. THIS WILL BE REPORTED TO SOME AUTHORITY, AS I TOLD THE DIALOGUE
BOX WHEN THEY RESTORED THE LOST FILES, AND WANTED TOKNOW WHAT I WAS
WORKING ON, AND I TOLD THEM TO CALL THE DAM FBI,AND SEE OTHER CRASH
REPORTS REGARDING MY CIVIL RIGHTS BEING VIOLATED AND OTHER CONTINUAL
SIEGES AND HACKS BY THESE DISEASED TWISTED SICKO BASTARDS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!
DON'T
BLAME ME WHEN CALIFORNIA VANISHES BELOW THE OCEAN WITH A 10.9
RICHTOR SCALE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' EARTHQUAKE, CALL MY GOLDEN NUGGET
FUCKING PRIVECODE, AND BLAME MY MAGNESONIC MACHINE THAT HAS THE
WORLD LIKE A KIDS TOY, WITH ITS BUBBLE GUM SAGA BROOM SET TO CLEAN,
HUH COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE OF THE UNITED MOTHER FUCKING STATERS OF
AMERICVA, THE LAND OF THE WHAT?????????????????? WELL, YOU DO NEED
TO BRAVE TO LIVE ON THESE FUCKED UP SHORES, SNOWED-IN, AND POOTIN!
HERE
COMES MY MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR HACK THEY LOVE SO MUCH, BOB MCDOWELL,
FCC, YO YO YO, THE (`~HACK), what mother fucking else, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO BRAHHHH???
I
know some of you are wondering about the mechanics of
lawtronic-hyperspace, in regards to my last blog, and the statement
made in that parallel universe by Ann King Silva, and that she
was shouting that her
daughter died for nothing;
and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and that
they are very evil. Well they are not evil, so much as how
type-3-exploratrons do evil shit with these tools; just
as they do evil shit with other tools,
such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS,
the ICPE-APE,
and other things talked about in Morianity, from time to time,
folks! OH-SHIT,
I'M FUCKING FAT; SYFY-CH!
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
013
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DYING
DECLARATION,
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE OR ANYWHERE; I
WAS MURDERED
BY THE ENEMIES DISCUSSED ON BLOGGER DOT COM BLOGS, UNDER THE BLOG
HANDLE OF MOUNTAINPEN. THIS IS A LEGAL OATH AND DECLARATION, SWORN
TO NOW BY ME AND SIGNED; MARK
WAYNE MOHR,
THIS IS NO JOKE OR HOAX, UNDER PENALTY OF PERJURY UNITED STATES
SUPREME COURT!
Some
hacker tried to fucking freeze me up at 3:27 AM on this April 7,
2020.
OH
LOVELY 1999 MIZZ HELEN ZEBRISKI:
THE
END, AND SMELLING REALLY GODDAMN 'GOUUUUUUUUUD'.
My
mother fucking COMCAST SERVICE has been struck again, so I cannot
post this blog, in violation of my civil and constitutional rights,
until my modem gets powered again. First came my freeze up while
trying to get my blog ready for capping and posting, and then this
COMCAST
SERVICE
hit again, TOTALLY ILLEGALLY, FBI. I just left myself a voicemail
knowing fully well that the FBI and other government people will
monitor my government cellphone with Assurance-Wireless, telling
what has been done to me today, making me now three straight SUPER
FUCKIGN BOTBAR AND 3 SUPER HIGH WOMO-M2F OTAMMIC DAYS STRAIGHT NOW,
APRIL 5,6, AND 7.
If
I don't get the fucking hell out of this evil empire, I am one dead
cunt lapping person, and I doubt that Trump is going to let me
survive until my 66th
mother fuckign birthday when I can LEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY leave this evil
nation and use my regular Social Security benefits from some place
in South America that is not too friendly or reciprocal to this
rotten evil super power!
Full
service is restored now at 3:40. This is now happening AGAIN with
ILLEGAL and CRIMINAL REGULARITY, and even if criminal mischief
statutes are the only ones on the books for me to go and sue as a
plaintiff, then at least that's fuckign cunt something, ACLU,
Federal Bureau of Investigation,and World Court at the cunt chewing
HAGUE, yo!
THE
END, AND STINKING ALL TO DOGTOWN!
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