THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 60

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

1:35 POST MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY MORNING

8 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I'M UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

© 2006-2020 MARK WAYNE MOHR

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ® THE 'BOM'

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

CHAPTER 60

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

SO WHO IS TRYING TO SEND ME A MESSAGE WITH MY THROAT BEING CHOCKED ON MY BLOG PHOTO; OH GREAT FBI, YO?????????

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 8, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING GIBBOUS 1:6

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The DEATH-ANGEL is really fucking hounding me again with continuous pass by attacks on both my left and my right sides, day and night. Gee, I wonder why? Cut me a break lovely Margie Leo from 1985, at the Caldor 113 Department Store of Woodbury Heights in No Joysey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!! TANKX!!!!!

I awoke into a double-bubble horrendous situation this MOUUUUUUUUUURNING, me' peeps. Grant me the permission of explaining just what I mean, pweeeeeeeeze. I had fallen asleep around a few minutes past seven or so, and suddenly it was about ten minutes shy of eight, less than an h our later. I however thought that I had slept an entire clock cycle for whatever reason, and I jumped out of my mother fucking bed, raced into me' kitchen to take me' meds that normally I take around 2, both in the morning and the afternoon. I turned on all the lights in the room thinking that it would be dark in a few minutes, only it was light at an unusually late time and was not getting darker. After ten minutes, I realized that I had only been asleep for minutes and not goddamn twelve solid hours, so I shut off my lights and went back to bed but as I laid down, I remembered a powerful and extremely unpleasant nightmare where I was at the Haddonwood Health Club in some parallel world, and all hell was breaking loose around me. I was in the locker room and numerous people whom I did not like at al were all around me. Many of the lockers were open and lots of Donald Trump photos were affixed inside of them with campaign signs and all kinds of crap promoting this power hungry tyrant from the BRIGGBASE! Also there were two boy around twelve years in age who were annoying me and putting their hands on some of my personal things. Also, I suddenly came to realize that my locker had been somehow made to vanish, and that I had forgotten the combination to the lock and was trying to make it work before I was about to apply the combination lock to my locker. I decided to just put it on fake-locked where it looks locked but it really has not clicked into a fully locked position, hopefully keeping unwanted hands away from my locker. But now my locker was missing or at least any locker there that I had just put all of my cloths in. I was sitting on the bench area with only some shorts on, no shoes, no shirt, no wallet or keys, and no locker seemed to have my stuff. I opened up every locker that was not locked around me and they either had nothing in them at all or had some other stuff that wasn't mine and so I would close them. I frantically realized that I was in a really bad spot and on top of being stranded in pool clothes, I had a lot of people around me screwing with me, and somehow one of them had to have done this horrible damn thing to me. Sort of reminds me of my situation right here in this waking world where I am having all sorts of nasty shit happen to me but can never seem to find out just who exactly is doing it all. Screw your goddamn alligators, Mister Mike Soft!!!!!!!!!!

All day long and for the past few days, lots of shouting is happening in the hallway outside of my door, and the maintenance crew appear to be doing a lot of floor buffing and cleaning and many other things, and making as much loud noise as they possibly can. Also my nabe at the end of the hall gave his door a tremendous damn slam this morning on his way I guess to his Delray Beach Clinic for the Crazies where he gets his meds, thank the gods. Half the peeps walking around today without their anti-coo-coo meds, would be volatile and dangerous to put it mildly.

At 1:00 this afternoon, the skies in town were mixed to sunny as they have been today, and the temperature is about 88 degrees Fahrenheit, and feeling ninety with average April humidity. Tomorrow the prediction for Fort Pierce according to 'TWC' is a high of 90 and feeling around 95 or so. Oh well, it can always be worse, and even if it were cool again, my temperature inside my spirit hit twenty-thousand today because my pal Senator Sanders withdrew his candidacy for the Office of U.S. President, and now it will be TRUMP VERSES BIDEN! Hey, you all know me quite well, I am a NVER-TRUMPER, so I can live with Senator Biden. This nation needed a real progressive but we will now settle for a moderate, and most democrats believe that he has a slightly better chance to rid of us the Trump Plague next January. People, I doubt it very seriously, yo!!!!! But we'll goddamn see.

Yesterday was the first day in about a solid month or more of time now, where the DJIA stock market did not trade quite as volatile and close in gargantuan one day alterations. As today so far, yesterday was way up around half a thousand, but then closed down a few points at the end of the trading session. Until this ultra extreme volatility clams down, the world will remain in this revolting upheaval. Huge daily changes in the DJIA day after day after day always means MAJOR FUCKIGN CUNT TROUBLE for everybody. Don't believe me, ask any goddamn stockbroker who has been on Wall Street for more than the time it takes to blow your nose and wipe your ass! So technically, yesterday is the first day when I was major persecuted and the market did not close WAY WAY WAY WAY UP, YO BRO!!! Nothing works 100% of the time but now I am about 7 for 8 since this global pandemic began, for this major new level death persecution on super up days of the Dow Jones stock market! WO WO WO Billy Harner and WEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!

Fire alarms are back on a roll, two and three times every day. Hellish as they are, you just have to relax into them and let them pass, but they are definitely 'DOE' if anything ever is (Dogtown On Earth). Yessir world, this is now three major dreams of Republican Political Intimidation, and even under my post August 15 of 1986 demonic hellish nightmare; this is something never even drempt of even by me until 2020 came to be. Just when you don't think that there is anything new under the sun, you come to learn, or I do anyway, that this is not always an accurate piece of philosophical wisdom! But the great Shakespearean words ring forever true, that indeed, “more things are under Heaven and Earth Horatio, than can be drempt of in his philosophy”. Still, all things considered, I stopped to trying to successfully analyze anything where people are part of the equation, a very long time ago. Jim Burr said it all one day to me, “Mark, I'm out of the prediction business”!

HA-HA Jane, you missed me again, as this is now page twelve of twelve. WEEEEEEEEEE and yes, I only wish it was also quite damn WEEDEEKAWUSS, only we all know that this just ain't mother fucking so, yo BRO!!!!!!!! WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes me' tooth infection is better and has been for the past five days or so now. I rate it the famous 1-5 rating with 1 being mild and 5 being quite intense and major. It is holding a one and not causing me any real fevers to speak of. My normal body temperature averages differ as most people's do from morning to late afternoon. Normally my early morning temperature is around 96.6 and late afternoon temperature is 98.5, but this is half a degree higher since the infection in my mouth from my bad toothpaste-TOOTH; oh Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker. Now it ranges more like 97.1 in the early morning and up to about 99.0 by late afternoon, right where it was at 1:00. My pulse is within range, holding at 71, as that ranges between 60 and 80, and my blood pressure is right on the average take as well, holding 100 over 64 as of 1:00. But I am not just fighting dental neglect and poverty that all dovetails together in this Oppressive America, but the great TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON MIZZ JULIA WHITE as well. This is of course the real reason that I am stuck endlessly in major fuckign rotten poverty and have my bad goddamn teeth as a result of a piss poor health care system. My only cunt huffing hoppe was Senator Bernie Sanders, and now, poof, that's gone, AS I KNEW ALL ALONG IT WOULD BE, since this Huntington Cuirse simply CANNOT EVER SEEM TO BE MOTHER FUCKING BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes that annoying fucking (`~HACK) again, oh great Blogaudians of the Earth Planet. WOW-WOW-WOW, lovely and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey, oh great land owner/network owner and definite NAUT sand sweeper from 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes, how does one such as myself, this CHOSEN TO BE CURSED HUNTINGTON, ever hope to successfully fight the mighty MIZZ JULIA WHITE??????????? Well, first off, I need to obviously more closely examine the facts that surround all of this nightmare from DOGTOWN'S GATES just beyond Purgatory's frightening ugly stenchy DOGTOWN BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, why did she choose the three particular female entities of this world, to take over in her dreams from her parallel realm, whom over here, at least IMHO, are Melanie Safka, Patricia H Hollister H, and Paula King? This is along the lines of saying that if I could ever come to learn just exactly and precisely who is doing these things to me day in and day out so that I go prosecute them legally in a criminal fucking court proceeding, I would be light years and parsecs and mega parsecs ahead of where I am right now. This same logic of course would hold true with knowing just why the lovely Jewelly White has chosen those three women. Now trying to have an intelligent conversation with anyone on this Earth-Planet about EXPLORATRONICS, is a total waste of my time, at least in 2020. So really, I am having this discussion with only myself, and I'm smart enough to be totally fuckign aware of that truth. But no law has been written saying that I CANNOT indeed try to speculate on these things and eventually get ever closer to figuring out many things concerning this, and thus, a lot more shit will come to be much clearer as a result. I know that there are indeed many TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS out there. I do not think that JW is the only one. Why would she be? If I am correct in all of this, then she would be just one, and all the mysteries of our entire world would then be rapped up in the shit that is behind the science of what Morianity calls, EXPLORATRONICS. Jim Rockford and his loose teeth, along with Sahasra Dal Kanwal (HEAVEN) can wait for later times when so much more shit will be spoken of concerning all of these things.

Powerful people on this Earth-Planet know fully well that my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL OF 1980 is behind at least 90% of all the tools in the great toolbox owned by lovely Jewelly White from what other parallel universe of Mister Spock's beard that she may indeed be from, and a little tee-hee-hee for all trekkers everywhere. The problem is that in 1984, four years after I began to copyright some really far out shit; government peeps and majestic-twelve cove agency peeps, all began to misjudge a very loyal American citizen, ME, the Mountainpen for crying out loud. This was the time that the great PINK GODDESS decided to play her first HUGE game with me called, “Lab-Technician of Grant Avenue”. Many things all fit into many things not specified or detailed in their absolute fullness yet, on any of my blogs of more than fourteen years. The biggest nightmare and problem of all of these things is not what some may think. The government and even their entire MILITUFORCE OPERATION, is completely clueless to whom they think that they're in secret contact with. They still think they are dealing with some alien beings from within our MWG, and this although evidence may make it appear that way, simply is not the case. The entire reality is EXPLORATRONICS and that is ALL THAT IT IS. Ever notice, MAJ-12-PEEPS how 'your boy' Trump is also so fascinated with VARYING-VOICES just like old Mountainpen who was named by local amplitude modulation disc jockeys of the early nineteen-seventies, “The mindless tape recorder”. Shorty MacInvondi is a real Purgatite existor who is in total charge of the Briggbase, despite being an eight year old boy, sort of like, Star Trek's great Mister Trilane from non-colony 256, but maybe colony 900, as in light years distance from this planet. I don't have to be a jailed hockey dad or even a typewriter inventor, to be all programmed into the great JRSS what proves all of me' powerhouse points here. Even mighty fantastic Hollywood peeps know this is all true, oh world. And I know that many powerful peeps all over this world also know that Morianity is not even close to being a MADE UP STORY. Still, to quote those who think this is being made up as we go along, all of life is indeed that way. You don't need to go and call your brother a FOOL or piss off the great Millionth Council or our great LORD JESUS, to know all of these things. Wem live and as we do, we learn and grow, and if we don't, well, to quote me' dad, “WE DIE”, you know, as in cities? That old saying, a city grows or a city dies. Now I don't know about Lynn Massachusetts here, and how they claim that you never come out of there the way that you go in because it is the city of sin in the northeastern USA, but I do know thisssssssssssssssssss, lovely Erica Snakes 1983 Kane of that great AMC soap-show: The only way to make sense out of some wild stuff, is to connect things into it that make sense and that ONLY THAT will truly make sense. Only Exploratronics and Julia White can explain Mizz King, Mizz Safka and most absolutely and definitely, Mizz Hollister. We will be moving along this direction as the coming weeks and months progress, and IPYT, me' great peeps!!!!!!!!!!

THE END, AND SMELLING REAL GOUUUUUD!

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

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ® THE 'BOM'

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER

CHAPTER 59

BE 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

CURRENT PHASE IS:

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Two 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, 45^th 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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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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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!

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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!

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!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

And then came Cooley 'HallOWEENTOWN' HALL, oh mighty goddamn Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker, sir. If lovely misses Marola hadn't absolutely insisted that year of 1969, that I be in that stupid ass school play, then I would have arrived on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at a completely different time, and most likely would NEVER HAVE HEARD LOVELY SARAH NEECY KRASSLE say to those friends of her people, who came zooming down the street in their car and parked outside of her shop there, “Your friends are in the shop”. Why is this so damn important, you wonder? Just know for right now peeps, that it is very damn important; just as when she said that other thing on that same street, to either Paula King, or one of her gal-pals there, “I'm darker than you are”. As for misses Marcucci, I only had her as my 'educator' for a few days that week in very early January of 1970, when her hubby was feeling a bit under the weather, or maybe it was just under the tunnels of great Liverpool, England; huh there Lizzy-queen? So just who is the MILITUFORCE, and just why do they hate me so much, and just what about me are they so goddamn mother fuckign afraid of, that they had to dedicate THIS MUCH ENERGY AND TIME in attempting and succeeding may I add, in wiping out my entire fucking life for CRISSAKE?????? Here comes one of their fave fucking hacks here SHERIFF; the (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo yo yo kind sir!!!!!!!! Yes maybe I am a long ways from HOME back in the DAMN Purgatory yo, but Misses Marcucci, at least I am not hurting anybody for crying out loud, or even surfing the beaches of great shoreline hills with FONTY!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking hacker has just struck me with a new fucking MARGIN-HACK that is breaking up my shit into unwanted paragraphs, yo. This is just about SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR NOW! No-sir world; make that THIS IS TOTAL MAJOR SUPER BOTBAR EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CUNT DAY NOW OR JUST ABOUT, FOR THE POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO BROADCASTED GODDAMN MIKE SOFT BRO!!!

Oh SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT folksingers, and Microsoft Corporation FOLKS, and all folks everywhere, precious or NAUT Mizz Blake; so let me just say that none of this is logical, and we all know it only too damn perfectly fuckign cunt well, don't we, yo??????? Markets racing up when unemployment jumped worse than the GREAT DEPRESSION years and even factored in for population variances. There are things in technical market forces that experts call reactionary market forces, where after huge downfalls in price, there is always some bounce back surging, but when it comes at too high an amount or for days in a row, we all know that forces are behind this shit that are nothing at all like we are told in the general public. These markets soar up every time my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES have this prick next door to me fuck with me using his loud music, and it is not once in a while, it is every single damn fucking time. Just wait and see, tomorrow the DJIA will ALSO FLY UP AGAIN, for another assault and siege on me last evening. This is all I mean by my Morianity reflecting a much higher truth in all of this, and all along I said that TRUMP was a major enemy doing these things to me, and then I wake up one morning to him throwing his fucking hat into the Presidential Race in 2015, and I knew then, IT WAS GONNA' BE FUCKING GAME-OVER-CURTAINS FOR ME,lovely 1983 Amy-Madonna, yo yo yo! Things NEVER EVER CHANGE for me, they only CONTINUE AND CONTINUE AND CONTINUE, just as I said that day on the mother fucking telephone to Jim Burr from my Carey's Lamp Apartment back in the early autumn of that wonderful bicentennial year of 1976. SOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes lovely Katy Queen from 1997, totally WEEDEEKAWUSS as well, lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!

Some cool links to early MORIANITY that really connects some damn dots:

SOME PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER in 2006

• Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe ...
• Chapter 48 The August Assault Strikes Me Ag...
• Chapter 47 The Cooking Channel Comes to Morianity
• Chapter 46 How they gained 200 points on Dow ...
• Chapter 45 ------ So On With The Show, Kal lio...
• Chapter 44 _____ I am all Junk and Nonsense, so wh...
• Chapter 43 6 godsdamn straight hellish botbars
• chpt. 42 wicked diseased otammskum and Co.
• Chapter 41 --- Speaking Now To The Unborn, only
• Chapter 40 COVER-UPS, TRUTHS, AND REASONS

Think of the fifth dimensional hyperspace as a cone whose point begins at the center of you, wherever that truly is in the next higher dimension (the 6^th), and at every instant of motion, at the speed of consciousness processing, about one four-hundredth of one minute, varying maybe up to a quarter of one percent with each unique individual; and as we move out and up into the cone, we move out into the hyperspace of virtually limitless and countless parallel universe (dimensions, each containing four). As the cone remains smaller and nearer to our true WAKING-SELF here in so-called physical tangible life, the possible variances to the center point of here and now in this universe, are at their minimum. They do however continue to endlessly spread out into the cone, and the further into the cone that we would move from our true self here, we can see this as moving farther out into the more distant-hyperspace parallel worlds or realities. When we DREAM, for those who remember these things or NAUT; we move into the hyperspace, and normally, we enter this cone at our-POINT-self, and as we move out into its ever-widening dimensionality, we leave our waking 'real life' made up of totally perfectly divided by light speed squared energy-self isness of being, and we slowly venture out into the wilder and wilder, (by our here and now life perspective anyway), relatability. When we dream the crazy shit where suddenly the road becomes our mother's face, or the chairs in the room suddenly become the monkeys of a zoo, this is such a distant hyperspace locale that to us and our ability to interpret; we just basicly enter a MIND-STATIC-FIELD made up of these things, and we normally can go no farther out into the cone. But when things do not go this way, and the only difference in a dream, is maybe our home is laid out a tad bit differently, or we are married to a whole other spouse even, this is still fairly localized hyperspace in reference to us here and now. Now last night before coming awake again on Tuesday afternoon somewhere, I again, as I am frequently these days; back at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor, just a couple miles east on the White Horse Pike, of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG! This was even more major than the time several DREAMS BACK when I was with Stone's daughter Jennifer, and she was some psychic and a character quite similar to the fictional television part that she plays on her “Ghost Whisperer” show. This time, Ed Lynch (Himacane) had somehow won a lottery, or some similar thing, that allowed him to purchase a small part of Jenny's Park and construct a nice home there for himself. I am not going into any more details about this interaction experience, folks, other than to just say this much. When people either here in waking life, or nearby in extremely localized hyperspace in the cone, are thinking about me and thinking about a place or an incident or some such thing, then the lawtronics of the system above the MIND REALM (7^th dimension) automatically transfers the simulationogram-data so to speak of that, into “my dreams”. Think of all of this as a very controlled perfectly ordered LSD traveling system, all legal, all safe, and absolutely organized to function in very determinable ways every time. Now when I told that hulk-built coworker in late 1979 at my job at the Camden RPL Sound Studio about my dream of what was happening in the Shipping Department where he worked, his response due to a complete ignorance to these facts, was “Mark, you're haunted”! It is always this way. Three centuries ago if any of you were suddenly knocked back to those times holding a cellphone in your hand and got caught speaking into it, you may very well be hanged as a fucking witch. All things need to be in a proper prioritized order before they'll ever even hope to have any sense made of them by humanity in general, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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ANYONE CAN CHECK ME OUT THROUGH DOZENS OF VARIOUS OFFICIAL SOURCES. I MAY APPEAR TOTALLY FUCKING CRAZY, AND ANGRY, AND WITH VERY GOOD REASONS; BUT I AM FOR REAL, AND SO ARE ALL OF MY COCK SUCKING CLAIMS, GOOD PEEPS! This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Toronto Dominion Bank, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

UNTRUE UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????

YEAH, SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL, OF THE GREAT TV SHOW, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!

The mother fucking jerk off MILITUFORCE destroyed my entire fucking life, they are total fucking pigs. I no longer can listen to tapes in my car, they took that away from me, they took mike up on the fucking island away from me, and I could post a laundry list a mile long, but a more important item is of issue than just how many things I can list, and that would be the way these things all happen in a perfect timing, not once or a few times, but ALL OF THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME! At a later time, I will explain this so perfectly, that anyone with a fucking heart who may read these private journals, will be fucking reduced to tears for the day, if there are any human beings left around, huh Billyeyes Crouch Kaku? I could easily list 50 things from my four fucking years in Florida and 500 items over the past decade of time which merely brings us back around the end of two thousand three. Just when Mike Patterson and I were ready to begin starting something that pertained to my Gawnum App, bing, the entire properties along Ocean Boulevard were bank short sold and everyone, every tenant, even Mike's brother, all had just a couple of days to pack up and leave. Mike was going to stay with a man he trusted, George rings, who forgot all about him and a talk they had a short while back, and just left the area for an extended trip pertaining to his school training, and without so much as notifying his so-called friend Mike, and when he got down there, he was stranded and totally fucked. When I was going to begin things with Larry and the Tall girl club, as well as the two fellows who were going to work with me on some projects with the computer, all people from Hammonton, New Jersey where I was residing then, suddenly and I cannot ever prove it, my cuzz and my daughter joined forces to slip Dawn King a bottle of magic GET OUT OF JAIL POTION, and it worked. By her getting out of jail, or rehab really, but it was mandatory rehab that if she walked out, she would have an arrest warrant automatically forcing her to complete a long prison sentence. I doubt Einstein could have planned it this well. With her gone, I was able to do two great life changing things with these two computer geeks who had befriended me, as well as with Larry, to help me in the social circle of life. Only Dawn coming back at this absolutely wrong time could throw a monkey wrench into these great plans, and how could she possibly do this against mandatory sentencing? Well she did. They gave her some potion to rub all over her skin that made it look like she had a seriously infectious skin disease. They forced her to leave the Seacaucus Rehab Clinic, and then her attorney filed motions that this was not her fault, that medical doctors were stymied and could not seem to cure the condition so why should their client be forced to suffer the consequences of a few years in prison, and when all was said and done, in middle July of 2008, boom, she was released and placed on probation, giving her a ticked to totally ruin and forever destroy what was left of my life after an already nightmare and unspeakable life that I was forced to fucking endure, with this last thing being my final hope of escaping what I now call, the HUNTINGTON CURSE. I also now now, that this curse is not something that I can ever fucking escape, and that I am mother fucking cunt eating doomed.

Tony Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said in 1973, to tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home; Misses Marola, and Misses Marcucci????????????????????????

Yes Misses Marcucci, I may be “a long way from home”, as was the very late running beach man in July of 1969, right shy of the first man landing on the moon, but however you cut it all up and pound it back together, to quote Sergeant Joe Jack Web Friday here; “when we tote it all up”, it comes out as ENDLESS DOTS THAT ENDLESSLY CONNECT ALL THE 'DAMN' TIME, 'SENATOR', SIR. So 'one damn minute' here if we all please; Admiral FAA-TC-PERRY, and Admiral Star Trek Movie Whalespock. Gee mother loving 'mamajama' willagars, for crying out loud heredahelda and here, me' folks yo!!!!!!! And peeps say life is boring. It may totally fucking stink lads and lassies, but boring; FORGET THAT, YO BROM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes I think almost two hundred times around this thing is more than enough, yet quite obviously, I thought this same thing last time I sat here typing a similar blog, and yet I keep coming back to that SELF sitting on that train, and thinking, “This is where it all began, lovely Mizz Sabrina Collins. Hey put some color in your hair lady, they sold that shit in the nineteen-sixties just as they do right now in 2020, mahm! But don't scream out to the son of a LBI resident who happens to be a fictional cop-SVU-detective in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG about being a werewolf, or for that matter, “seeing one”. I know in 1983 a similar thing happened to me, but instead of me' hair turning bright white, let's follow the example here of Camden, NJUSAESMWG's great security officer, Sir Bob Schleigh, and “BE REAL”. Instead of me' hair turning white, something just as wild and fucking outlandish happened to me' “glandular system”, and to word this a bit more succinctly here, to me 'lymphatic glands deep inside me' throat; oh great and powerful and illustrious 20-20 CENCUS!!!!!! Yes, “this has gone on now as far as she fucking goes”, to quote me' mother fucking father, from the great ass Bicentennial year of 1976 while we shared an apartment at the great and infamous CARRIAGE-LAMP, on the White Horse Pike (Route-30), in Clementon, NJUSAESMWG. I believe Sir Chester-Frank Sir Shoeknockeroutter, would be uttering his great, and vely vely vely long word now of, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!

I warned the fucking MILITUFORCE to back shit off of me, and now I am planning to tell my entire story to the government, and they can then check it all out and see if I do or do naut actually have quite an incredible daughter. And they say that this is naut the great year of vision, you know, as in perfect 20-20 fucking vision. Wanna' fucking cunt cut me a break here, lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo?????????????? But yo, that's only half of the equation. The other HUUUUUUUUUGE thing I will do is create an APP that allows anyone to take ANYTHING, from roulette to any and every pattern that shows up in our lives, to simply accurately enter in the new updated data, and the program will tell you what to do next until more data is then added again, such as with roulette, and playing ONE-LONG-GAME. Wanna' push me this hard mother fucking shit eating MILITUFAWCES, well then fine and dandy candy pants and rants, because I promise that I'll be more than happy to oblige you here, PARTNA'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey lovely ass GINA-1997, did I naut warn them? Did I naut TELL THEM AND TELL THEM AND TELL THEM, and not about some silly ass arm wrestling contest for crying out goddamn loud, FONTY??? I try to cut even horrendous rotten enemies breaks, but even I have me' mother fucking limits; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm as kind and sweet as the next dirt bag you'll meet on the street, but hey Mack Katy and Katy P yo; “This is absolutely mother loving WEEDEEKAWUSS, BREEEEEEE!!!!!!! I am also quite enlightened and open minded, butTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT-but, when it comes to turning the other cheek, even our wonderful LORD only said to turn it once. After that, Sir Jesus said nothing on the subject at all. I suppose that HIS magical forgiveness number expires at some point just as the expiry dates with foods. In any case, you be your own damn judges on shit like this, me' great folksingers and me' great Microsoft Corporation FOLKS! Enlightenment and forgiveness can be overdone as well as abused. I learned that from the Christians from my own past, or at least, those professing to be followers of JESUS CHRIST, as our present times Evangelical and Televangelist phony bologna groupations. The global enlightenment and its teachings, from the endlessly persecuted mountainpen, like WO, as many young peeps might say. Yes folks and folksingers alike; I am as enlightened as it gets, but I have me' mother loving limits on just how far I plan to forgive and forget this inconceivably wicked ass MILITUFORCE. So AHA-AHA-AHA Mike MCNY!

THE END, AND SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUUD'!

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

3:42 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAY MORNING

6 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 58

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, APRIL 6, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING GIBBOUS 5:5

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.

Things for me are at a new mother fucking low point for me. WEIN, SOSO, SSDD? The stock market will totally FLY TODAY, despite the reasonless logic to it all with the world in a beyond fucking crisis mode. We all laugh at jit bag Trump who are not in his WP-BASE of total sleaze-scum, with his ULTRA-FAKE-POSITIVE-TWINBAY ATTITUDE TOWARDS THINGS. Still, lovely Mizz Mashell Daniels from 1980 would absolutely entitle him to his opinions, just as she did me when we had our world famous argument about mixed racial couples, and trying to avoid trouble “when you Kenny Rogers possibly can”, all county cowards most definitely NAUT withstanding here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Yeah, we miss you Ken, all of us and the piney peeps of Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG especially of course!

The horrendous four hour SUNDAY ASSAULT & ELDER ABUSE ON THE MOUNTAINPEN yesterday was extremely injurious to me and my personal-magnetics, but then, what's new, or again, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD????????

This was a bad one, and I will now shout some mother fucking dogshit out to this planet, as a major direct mother fuckign COUNTERSTRIKE, right here and right now, oh lovely and adorable Loo VanBuren of the “L&O” TV-SHOW, yo!!!!!!! I of course am totally aware, not being some dim witted fuckign cunt retard, that with the same basic peeps in my BLOGAUDIANSHIP and without any real increase or broadening in a truly interested audience; that for the very most part, I'M SITTING IN HERE JUST WASTING A WHOLE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING LOT OF ME' 'DAMN' TIME; OH WONDERFUL AND GREAT ALL-CARING SENATOR SANDERS!!!

As I've said a lot of times in the past good folks, I cannot ever seem to be able to know just who exactly is hurting and destroying me and my entire life and has done so ever since I left fuckign school in late January of 1973, the illustrious COOLEY HALL on Kings Highway and Hopkins Lane, in the historic and world renown HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! Part of the hell in all of this if not MOST OF IT, literally is in the ability of this great and powerful NON-OZ M2F THAT'S AKA THE 'WOMO-MILITUFORCE' BY MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY; to endlessly be able to obfuscate my ability to obtain real-world court-acceptable evidence in any meaningful way against any real life flesh and fucking cunt blood people of the EARTH. Still, I know absofuckinglutely that indeed, there are peeps in real human bodies, that are in this M2F, and doing these unspeakable and monstrous crimes against me for fifty mother fucking years since I was around middle-teens in year-age. Some things in this life, we just know and we would bet double or nothing a trillion borrowed mob dollars on it any goddamn mother fucking time anywhere, without batting a clit sniffing eyelash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My magnetics were hit extremely hard this year, and the idea, goal, motive and absolute goddamn objective of this enemy WOMO-MILITUFORCE, is nothing less than the total but stealthy and fully covert destruction and obliteration, of one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, and to quote CIA-AGENT from 1969 and my BIG BROTHER from the then BBO, Sir John Henningsen of the color me RED STATE having nothing to do with political reasons, at least when not including here, the EVER-PRESENT-JRSS, “It's just that simple, Mark”! Yes I have been damaged by the WOMO-M2F beginning last summer time, far beyond anything that has been done to me before this time, and of course, I fully believe it is all a result of Donald Trump, our wonderful dirtbag president from HELL himself, and if anyone thinks for a lousy second that I would publicly say all of this without a lot of reasons and even proofs; then you're fuckign cunt crazier than anyone of you including Listener WFMU Therese claim that I am!!!!!

I fully believe that my Magnesonic has ultimately struck back, but unfortunately, invisible powers from the realms of the sub-atomic cannot always avoid the unpleasant effects of a lot of 'friendly-fire' that becomes automatically involved in a global counterstrike. Magnesonic does not run out of power as the Latengrate Sir David Roth suggested in the late nineteen-eighties. It does however when things get extremely and unfathomably awful, sort of do what electrical coil step-up-transformers do. It builds and builds and builds up with inconceivable fucking power, and then it unleashes it against my rotten MILITUFORCE enemies. I fully believe that our global damn pandemic is just such a thing, and if you study these blogs ever since they all began in January of 2006, you will come to the only conclusion of logical sense, and agree with me. As for trying to shoot into a dark tunnel at invisible enemies and tattle tail on them with powerful ugly truths, believe me people that I haven't even begun to say some really bad shit, but without knowing for sure who has done these putrid things to me in great detail, my damn conscience won't allow me to carry any of this too far. I know that there is major evidence that the world of high finance and big business, has damaged me intentionally many dozens of times over, and this especially includes those horrible fucking rotten mobbed up Jersey casinos. I also believe that Patty Hollister and Jim Burr of Gloucester should not be held blameless in all of this either. But again, just how far to properly take any of my revenge-tells due to inadequate proofs of just exactly who did what to me and WHY, is offset by my own humanity and mercy. Once I say and prove certain HUUUUUUUUUGE things, there is just no un-ringing certain bells. Also, I don't hold my government responsible, despite their damaging my personal stuff and entering my residences on at least four different times throughout this entire Post 1802 Robin Hill mess, because I understand big-business in America, Lobbying, true control over Crapitol Hell (Capitol Hill), and so much mother fucking more yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!! The same shit hurting me, the grieving fathers down in Parkland at the high school have felt pain from, and all due to the powerful NRA GUN LOBBIES. Without a whole huge amount of money, none of us have one bit of worth or value, and that is cold hard punching truth, or to quote Sir Dennis Snyder of Elm, NJUSAESMWG; “And that's just reality, son”!

JANE WHORE-SHIT Sleazeweedsdisease just CAME REAL DAMN CLOSE TO SCREWING ME WITH HER ENDLESS FUCKING ONES-ASSAULT ON ME, SO ALLOW ME TO COMPENSATE NOW (CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE)!!!

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One of my roulette systems crashed yesterday as a result of the NEGGAMAGGING ON ME from this disease that assaulted me all throughout the early half of SUNDAY with major noise and ELDER-ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!! I lost 24 units, bringing my game-profit in units, down on the fiscal month that runs from the 10^th to the 10^th, from +49 units down to +25 units, for lack of a better way to say it, a MONTHLY SYSTEMS CRASH. This is how I was STOPPED, AFTER AUGUST OF 1986, FROM EVER AGAIN BEING ABLE TO MAKE MONEY PLAYING ROULETTE IN ATLANTIC CROOKED CITY, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, THIS DIMENSION OF ATOMIC REALITY SIGNATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But wonderful great peeps out here, grant me permission pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze, to now completely and absolutely blow your goddamn mother fucking minds at the speed of light squared; 'OKAY' LATENGRATE HAPPY JOHN NON-SUPERMAN KING of where else, naut Metropolis, but GOOD-OL' ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell you something now that is very destructive to the world of the casino operations. So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEE', SIR Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank, sir. There is another system that I use that is more like a plan B after a plan A fails, and most pro gamblers don't use this idea despite having literally endless types of systems and concepts at their disposal for operating their attacks on gaming casinos. I have talked about this before but never how to use it in tandem with playing on a very bad day and after a wipe out on SYSTEM-A. I have discussed playing other games with same-systems but an hour later or so, but never using varying systems on one particular bad and WOMO-M2F-negamagged day. Using it by itself is also good, but I have had much greater luck by using a combo A & B system, and using this as the B. The reason is that it has to set up in a certain way, and the wheel that a player who has been severely negamagged might go to, many more times than not, will not set up right, and unless it does, the player would have to go game to game until one does,if it even does that day, and taking the advice here of the great vocalist of yesterday, Mister Bob Seagar. Sorry if I am misspelling your name, as I am a rotten speller. I believe the song title is “Still the Same”, so we all know who and what is being talked about here, yo BRRRR! First off, this system takes advantage of something that the parallel event applied to outside betting Roulette does, and that is, the mathematical reality behind percentages and linear changes. If we play something that is 5 to 1, this can mean all sorts of actual linear numerations such as 3 RED and 15 BLACK, or it could mean 7 EVEN and 35 ODD. Those not advanced in mathematical procedures will think that I have made all sorts of errors here such as 7 is not an even number. But those skilled enough to know what is being talked about, know what the score is here. These don't refer to numbers but rather, times that certain events happened such as 7 times that EVEN numbers came out. Long story short, when one percent change against a play position ocurrs, the player breaks off the play, but looking at it more times than not, playing a 5:1 ratio means that a player would get many units of profit before the ratio would go down by one point to 4:1 signaling a stop. All of reality is built in with this wild gap of ratio delta verses linear delta. If we start at 3 and 15, when we get to 6 and 30, the 5:1 ratio has not decreased yet, and still a player has made 15 units (30-15) minus 3 units (6-3), or 15-3 units, a profit of 12 big ass units when we are using high value money-gaming chips such as black (100), purple (500), or orange (1,000), and so forth. That would be a $12,000.00 profit made, before the damn ratio even alters. Way more times than not, starting at 5:1 and playing until it drops to 4:1, makes a nice profit, even over and above the lesser times when this goes instantly in the other direction upon playing, and then whipsaws the player out with a small loss amount. Now in parallel event, we play at 5:1 and stop out at 4:1. But in the system I am discussing here, the ratio is simpler. It begins at 2:1 and stops out when we go half way down to the even point (one and a half to one). This is the system that I discussed where a player records all three outside betting parameters of the 36 non-green-VIG Roulette numbers, and then underneath the columns, every time a doubleton string comes out by a changing outcome such as EEO or HHL, the player writes in a '2'. When it strings however into three or more, the player writes a '3' in the column, and a the bottom of the page, a tiny numbered area shows two columns. This is for TWO-STRINGS and THREE-STRINGS, and anything larger than a doubleton or a TWO-STRING, is just classified as a 3-STRING. Four out of five games in the very long run play of any gambler recording game number outcomes, will begin to line up with a gain of either 2's or 3's. When the ratio reaches a 2:1 as for example 8 (3-strings) and 4 (2-strings), we begin to play every two-string to become a 3-string, or a reverse-doubleton, hence after a BB, we go R, or after a EE, we go O. Now in reverse, if it was 4 (3-strings) and 8 (2-strings), we begin playing the other way of betting for strings as opposed to doubletons, hence, after a RR, we bet R, and after HH, we bet H. Until the ratio goes down to less than 1 and ½ to 1, we continue betting with the pattern OF THE CURRENT GAME OUTCOMES. There is never a wheel where one type of betting is done, and the game sets itself up, except for maybe one out of four games where there is no strong ratio of 2:1 or better, signaling a START-BETTING. Now today, I lost 24 units on the system that I talked about recently on previous blogs, but I made back every single unit playing this System-B after the System-A crashed for the fuckign fiscal 10^th month. That stupid ass fucking Mike Soft Lightbulb shit popped on when I typed in that fraction, for whatever reason. Computers are so lame and dumb, but then perhaps they really truly do have minds of their own that none of the damn fucking cunt programmers have the smallest whittle clue about. Who can ever know these damn ass fucking things, yo yo yo yo yo yo???????

Let me tell yopu all something here once and for all. I do not hold either Patty Holllister nor Jim Burr blameless in the destruction of my entire life. On the same goddamn fuckign miserable token folks, I cannot prove or even know for sure one damn thing, oh great Admiral Whalespock Shatnerkirk non-Perry! What I see and read in the newspapers, literally Admiral, is what you do, and I GET THAT; I FULLY DO FUCKING GET THAT, SIR! But certain powerful events and truths cannot just be dismissed, and what is in newspapers or what is kept hidden in secret Majestic-12 Black-Cove-Files will always remain completely unanswerable mysteries. Patty and Jim for about a couple years or so were practically neighbors and drinking pals in some local Gloucester City tavern. While jim pulled me as hard as he could towards Jesus Christ, Patricia Halloween Wiccan Hollister pulled me in the opposing direction, and also with great force, with all kinds of magical and esciting wild stuff like her NEO HO RENGAY CHANT, her wild way of getting the FASCITAR WISDOM to me from one mysterious day at my mom's and her office, and then there was the great day where Patty and her pal Santa helped my mom and I move from the great PIPES EXPERT DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS, into the 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of great DREAMING FLASHLIGHTS, moons, strobing, and all sorts of unmissable James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome stuff that would take a year to even start telling it all on a bunch of typed up and posted blogs. Forget my two front teeth here, just what is up with all of these weird holidays for crying out louder than fifty angry and starving male lions???????? Did somebody just say, Julia White? I know I will if you don't, lovely Evelyn, and third cousins Scott and Christopher Meyers of Suffolk County, NYUSAESMWG. Nobody on this planet COULD MAKE UP A STORY LIKE ALL OF THIS ON THIS 14+ YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT CALLED MORIANITY, NOT IF THEY WERE IN CONCERT WITH A HUNDRED DAMN ALBERT EINSTEIN'S, AND FIFTY JAMES PATTERSON'S, YO YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRRR! IPYT everybody, for crying out damn loud!!!

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

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Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

JULY 1969

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OCTOBER 1969

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JANUARY 1970

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MARCH 1970

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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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

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 7^th 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 6^th 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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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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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.

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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 66^th 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 fucking cunt something, ACLU, Federal Bureau of Investigation,and World Court at the cunt chewing HAGUE, yo!

THE END, AND STINKING ALL TO DOGTOWN!