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AND
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BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
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WAYNE M. H. MOHR
IN
FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GETS!
3:20
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APRIL, 2020
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR DAMN DEATH ATTACK!!!
THE
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MOHR
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THE
'BOM'
THE
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CHAPTER
64
THERE
IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME,WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND
FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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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 ULTRA MAJOR BEYOND DEATH
ASSAULT MILITUFORCE STRIKE AND ELDER ABUSE AND CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION
ON ME HERE ON THIS 13th
DAY
IN APRIL OF 2020,
WITH ANOTHER GIGANTIC MAJOR UTILITY STRIKE DEATH SIEGE, WITH A
CABLE-TV-FREEZE UP AT HALF PAST TWO FOLLOWED BY MAJOR COMPUTER
HACKING AND SERVICE INTERRUPTION; AND USE 100 PERCENT MAX-POWER
AGAINST WHOEVER STRUCK ME AND ALL WHOM THEY LOVE AND CHERISH, 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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WEATHER
REPORT FOR FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG AS OF 2:55 PM:
TEMPERATURE:
94 GOING TO HIGH OF 95
HEAT
INDEX: 101
HUMIDITY:
45%
WINDS:
16 MPH GUSTING TO 26 MPH
SKIES:
SUNNY AND BRIGHT
The
day was very quiet until mid-afternoon, and then another COMCAST
CABLE COMPANY FREEZE UP AND INTERRUPTION OF LEGALLY PAID FOR SERVICE
STRUCK ME AT HALF PAST TWO, and then my computer had a lot of new
hacks in it as well.
THIS
IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION; FEDERAL BUREAU OF
INVESTIGATION, ACLU, WORLD COURT TRUBUNAL SYSTEM OF THE HAGUE, AND
ANY DEMOCRATS OUT HERE WITH A HEART!!!!!!!!
Remember
the last time that my mother loving filthy diseased MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES froze up my COMCAST SERVICE and then it was followed by MAJOR
COMPUTER WOES AFTER THAT? Well the same exact pattern of their darn
criminality is happening again today. I don't know if I suddenly got
knocked into a weird parallel and alternate reality, but all day long
CNN was noit giving STOCK MARKET INFO on the lower right side of the
screen where the time displays, so I assumed the stock market was
finally shut on an Easter Monday, but those hypocritical
so-called Republican Capitalist Christian scum
out there ALWAYS SEEM TO TRADE THOSE
MARKETS ON EASTER
MONDAY, and all of a sudden, I see the local Palm Beach
news station 'FINANCE' section come on and show the DOW markets are
trading and open today. This is why I am getting MAJOR GASH DARN
PICKED ON, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
Sanders officially endorsed Biden today and they both agree on the 15
dollar minimum wage. If course anyone with a real working brasin who
has learned one percent of basic civics, realizes that the entire
thing is a useless moot point so long as the ignorant masses continue
to reelect Senator Bitch McConnell. Him and his boy Trump will never
ever allow that legislation to happen, even if and after the end of
the Trump-Nightmare, as these two filth bag pecker lickers HATE AND
DESPISE POOR LOSER PEOPLE, and only want to endlessly oppress us and
keep us forever downtrodden and destroyed!!!!!!!! Ya' missed me Jane
Sleaze!!!
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA,
YO YO YO' WITCH!!!!!!!!!
Wild
nightmares every darn night. Major endless continuous DEATH ANGEL
ATTACKS ALL DAY. How can I survive this hellishness much longer; oh
ugly rotten world???????
This
poor dog will FOREVER BE RESIDING IN THE BERRYVILLE DOGHOUSE OF
HANGING IN THERE FOREST-FIRES HAMMONTON, HUH CARD PLAYER MAGIC GIRL
PATTY-PAULA? PLEASE QUIT CALLING ME 'FIREDOG', MAYOR LEVY.
THANK-UUUUUUUUUUU SIR!!!
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
MARK
WAYNE M. H. MOHR
IN
FACT PEOPLE, I AM AS BAD AS IT GET.
2:02
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
MORNING
12
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR DAMN DEATH 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
63
THERE
IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME,WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND
FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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Hello
to Easter Sunday, and this will be a day where if the poor
old pathetic Mountainpen can't prove to his Blogaudians that JRSS or
the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME is real and beyond
absolutely incredible, then I truly need to quit, and give up,
and forget about ever doing one more blog,
for the rest of my miserable gash darn life; me' great folks, and
yessir Microsoft, folksingers toothpaste
TOO, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Here
is why I am saying this, folks; and before going into it, rarely will
I be doing highlights, and a whole lot of font coloration
alterations, and other non-text stuff; at least until after this
global pandemic nightmare is over, and my ability to get to a
computer repair shop or a public library if necessary, is again back
to normal, whatever the darn heck “NORMAL” really and truly is
any more, me' great wonderful kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
think that it has been well proven and established now, to
anyone with half working eyes and ears and a third working brain;
THAT THE VERY SAME EXACT FAWCES WHO PUT OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST TO
DEATH APPROXIMATELY 1990 YEARS AGO in Jerusalem, are
behind MY POST AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE CURSE,
and especially the extremely wild and humanly illogical and
unexplainable paradox of complete and total utter absurd idiocy, that
Morianity calls the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION
SYNDROME, and has discussed this on many
prior blogs, ever since this
blog-project began in 2006. Before moving on with this,
that darn DEATH ANGEL is just about NON-STOP, passing me on both me'
LEFT SIDE, and me' RIGHT SIDE!!!!!!!!! Sir Chester-Frank would say it
far better than I ever could, great people, with his now somewhat
globally famous bar utterance of,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
Now
people, you'd think that 'SATAN', as he
is biblically referenced and named, and what Mountainpen's MORIANITY
calls the (M2F) and is just as ONE AND THE
SAME THING as the great fifties black and white TV-show's
character, (SUPERMAN and Clark Kent),
WOULD NEVER EVER DO the one thing that
would ultimately WIPE OUT HIS DEMONIC PLANS of injuring humanity and
of course then led to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ
and then following this as a direct result, the beginning of the
religion called Christianity. This, according to any and all
teachings of Christian Seminary, would be the quintessential MATTER &
ANTI-MATTER!!!!!! So too would be allowing a human being to gain so
much wisdom, by surviving an inconceivable amount of nightmare
hellishness that endlessly surrounds him, AND WHO THEN MANAGES
SOMEHOW TO SURVIVE IT, AND BECOME ULTIMATELY STRONGER FOR DOING SO!
BUT AGAIN, these FAWCES did just that, TO ME; FROM AUGUST OF 1986,
THROUGH THIS VERY PRESENT SATURDAY MORNING'S JUST PAST 6 AM
QUINTESSENTIAL DEATH HARASSMENT AND COMPUTER ASSAULT, THAT TOTALLY
WIPED OUT THIS COMPUTER, AND WITHOUT A MIRACLE
STRAIGHT FROM ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS (LORDESS) JEHOVAH NEECEY KRASSLE,
WOULD BE JUST A PILE OF JUNK IN THE LANDFILL! The point to all
of this is that just as a gambler who has a loving family and knows
totally well in all logic that he will lose everything, his home, his
family, his way of life, his livelihood, all of it and more is he
won't stop his destructive reckless gambling habits, yet GOES RIGHT
ON DAY AFTER DAY THROWING IT ALL AWAY. I suppose an alcoholic and
many other similar things could all be classified into what I label
the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION SYNDROME (GDS) for short. I suppose we could
even say this is the GODS if we want to make a little joke and game
on them for a change, by adding in the word 'obliteration', (Gamblers
Obliteration and Destruction
Syndrome) [GODS]!!!!!!!!!!!! But staying
with the point here, which is of utter and major consequence; I've
heard it said in churches back as a very young adult man, by
congregants, as well as pastors, and even on television with
televangelists, and just peeps having general conversations on the
boob tube concerning this very wild matter of, gee willagars yo, why
would this great devil who supposedly is the second most powerful
FAWCE in the cosmos right there under GOD HERSELF or ITSELF if you
prefer, or say HIM if you want to; but why would this powerful and
super highly intelligent being who should know better, such as that
gambler or alcoholic should also know better, yet keeps doing his
destructive thing and loses it all; but yes, that ultimate query of
WHY-WHY-WHY-WHY would SATAN, knowing fully well that KILLING CHRIST,
or having the SON OF GOD MURDERED, would lead directly to his
destruction; then go ahead and DO IT?????
I have for three plus decades now, wondered why this FAWCE THAT HAS
WIPED OUT MY LIFE (the church's SATAN) and (my M2F), do this to me,
while seeing that it only makes me get more and more onto things that
THIS FAWCE ABSOLUTELY DOESN'T WANT ME TO GET ONTO, and so folks, if
this is not the epitomized reflected sameness, to the world famous
quest for why SATAN KILLED JESUS CHRIST, then I do not know, and
never can know, JUST WHAT WOULD BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has bothered
me in ways that no words could hope to even begin to express, for at
least a quarter century now; and yet only TODAY,
(EASTER-SUNDAY) for crying out loudspeakers LOUD, Sir
MIGHTY MICROSOFT CORPORATIN; did I put this incredible and beyond
hyper-amazing duality of all of this
together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
was on PAGE ELEVEN,
and I quickly typed in this groupation
of FIVES, to avoid seeing that
horrible rotten JANE FONDA, digitally represented from
back in the spring time of 1993, with her eternal baseball-BRAVES-hat
on, and mocking me with her ONES-CLOCK-ASSAULT
that night in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, ESMWG, so HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! I
hope you enjoy 20 minnina-kalpa's of DOGTOWN!!!!!!!
Yes,
my survival of all of this POST
AUGUST-1986-NIGHTMARE-CURSE has somehow allowed me to become
unfathomably enlightened to TRUTHS of REALITY. The
desire to survive and beat these HALLOWEENTOWN
HALLS FAWCES OF MIZZ HOLLISTER,
AND KING/CALLIO FAMILY, as well
as simultaneously SEEK, AND KNOCK, AND DESIRE WISDOM AND TRUTHS, that
are behind all of these wild and horrible things that have suddenly
surrounded me; IS WHAT HAS ALLOWED ME TO KNOW ALL OF THE THINGS THAT
I KNOW NOW UP HERE IN THIS 2020 YEAR.
For anyone who's ever wondered, gee if the Mountainpen isn't a total
nutcase whack-job, and this is all true, and he knows so many wild
things; just how can he know all of this?????
Well, NOW YOU
KNOW the answer to that one.
Learn at least one new thing every day, and
you'll
always
be
ahead.
That was a great and wise sound bite from another one of me' COOLEY
HALL educators (teachers), the illustrious
Misses Mildred B. Young!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great
folks and Blogaudians, it was my SURVIVAL
OF SO MUCH AGONY FOR SUCH A PROLONGED AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS STILL AN
ONGOING NIGHTMARE EVEN AS I SPEAK RIGHT NOW, ALONG WITH MY INTENSE
DESIRE TO KNOW JUST WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME SINCE WHATEVER IT IS, IT
IS COMPLETELY INVISIBLE AND TOTALLY UNDETECTABLE, BY ANY RATIONAL, OR
LOGICAL HUMAN WORLD WAYS OF DETECTING, AND ANALYZING STUFF!!!!!!!!
I was not only suffering as much as any of you if you were in a
dentist chair every day for twelve hours with root canal work being
performed on very sore and infected teeth in your mouths, but at the
same time, was banging and banging on doors all over the world,
seeking, trying to find out what is happening all around me, not
being too afraid to ask any questions or do just about anything to
detect and learn all that could possibly be learned, day and night,
with every tick of the clock. Then before the nineteen-nineties had
even ended, it became literally 24-7, as I began to learn that our
sleeping and dreaming worlds are equally important and equally
connected to any and every single thing around us that is a part of
our so-called human real world waking life! Don't be too quick to
judge me oh world. None of you would have survived my life in a
million years, and I would be willing ANY DARN TIME, TO BET MAFIA
BORROWED MONEY, on a double or nothing wager, that this is so, with
no amount limit at all. Screw your ALLIGATORS, SIR MIKE SOFT CORP.
THAT is how darn buttwipe sure I am that this is all totally real,
correct, and true!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I know that the entire universe/cosmos is nothing but an ultimately
advanced beyond super-high-tech computer-video-game of a sort, played
literally by the GODS of the ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory), that piece of
reality that is literally in-between the zero dimensional void, and
the actual starting 'BIG BANG' or birth of our cosmos. The scientists
of the worlds of Quantum and Particle Physics and those who are
involved in the acceleration-tunnel projects, CERN LABS and others,
call this 'location' the PLANCK-TIME, after a great man of science
whose name was indeed, “PLANCK”. They scoff at my wisdom of just
what all of this truth is. I of course, knowing fully well that I am
right, scoff right back at all of them. We all are playing the game
of these GODS of the PLANCK-TIME (Purgatory) (Astral-Plane) and many
other names as well, from the Bardo, the spirit world, the psychic
planes, and on and on and on android0.3 NOT DON, but speaking of NOT
DON or ON, I told you all how I know for a fact that the typewriter
inventors were all part of this wild GASME-GODS-GAME, and this is why
GAMES when I type too fast and don't check out my words for accuracy,
come out as GASME, and many other things such as my original Jersey
2006-2009 blogs all talked about, such as TWO-TOW, USE-SUE, and if
you examine just me' past five blog chapters, you will see some more
pretty wild and clever GASME-GODS-GAMES at work in all of this,
yo!!!!!! Some times I reedit, some times I retype my own 'open-office
files', and then re-post the corrections, but leave prior blogs there
on purpose, to show how all of these mentioned things in my
incredible darn Morianity, is all so darn real, and so gash dog true,
yo BRO!!!
Being
“made in the image of these PURG-GODS”, we too have a huge desire
for PLAYING GAMES and is why we all have and most love sports, games,
the Olympics, and so on and so forth! Being made in their image is
also why we have the emotions and feelings that we do. The BIBLE
tells of many emotions experienced by both A-COPY, and B-COPY SSJKK
(God and Jesus), and even C-COPY (the Holy Ghost), can be grieved.
That is absolutely biblical, so read it, or ask your dog darn pastor
if you doubt me' words. Our love of GASME-GAMES and all the stuff we
gravitate towards, right down to and including our more modern era's
video and computer gaming, is just like the real games only sort of
dumbed way way down, or AGAIN, Biblically, like “Seeing through a
darkened glass”! I know my BIBLE, and how about you, you crooked
(for the most part) televangelist slime scum, who dare to use the
ALMIGHTY to make your fortunes???!!!!!!
I
now will give my blogging audience this following darn CAVET or
(warning), in more of a modern day verbiage translation!!!!! If 5
days and nights go by without my POSTING A BLOG AT THE BLOGGER-GOOGLE
WEB-SITE, I have been silenced by BLACK HAT HACKERS WHO HAVE WIPED
OUT ME' COMPUTER, and will be off-line until the ending of this
NIGHTMARE GLOBAL PANDEMIC HEALTH CRISIS. As you all know, it was a
miracle that I got up and running after the 6 AM assault on me and
this computer, MY LEGAL PROPERTY!!!!!!!!! Crimes as you know, against
me, DO NOT EVER GET PROPERLY PUNISHED BY MY ENEMY AUTHORITY
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no longer have any love nor respect for any
authority as a result. I will obey, but I will no longer respect any
of it, ever again. WHY THE DARN 'EF' SHOULD I, for crying out
loudspeakers-LOUD, YO BREEEEEEEEE????? So until the end of this
health crisis comes, public libraries and internet cafes are all
closed down as you all know, as are any and all local computer repair
shops. So if I get my FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS VIOLATED AGAIN and
without higher plane remedy; and five days and nights pass without a
blog from the Mountainpen; then you will know that until the crisis
is over, so are me' doggone blogs, me' great Blogaudians!!!!!!!
So
here is what was done to me: I was correcting a previous blog's
misspellings and other errors, and adding colors and highlights, and
suddenly I was struck super darn hard by the MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT
HACKER GROUPATION. They gave me a BRAND NEW HACK that I'll now call
and label as the (IMMOVABLE-HIGHLIGHT-HACK), or for a shortened
abbreviation, the (IH-HACK). All of a sudden, some of the highlighted
text on my document would not go away no matter what I did. If some
of it did eventually go off, it was instantaneously replaced with
another area close by, that picked it up. Here is a quick example,
only it was only as highlighted as a normal area gets when we
highlight it with our mouse or whatever newer tech way they do it.
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh
and new, let me ask you really nicely can you spare us just a
few. SUDDENLY, when I attempted to
change a color in a certain grouping of words, a section close by
would highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try
and do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I
finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would
become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new, let me ask you
really nicely can you spare us just a few.
SUDDENLY, when I attempted to change a color in a certain
grouping of words, a section close by would
highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try and
do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I
finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would
become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:
Then
folks, after about two minutes of trying to get out of the hack and
without success, I even tried to bring up a new file, and the very
same infection was on my master system of typing in a file name to
make a particular job come onto the system. The only thing I could do
then was to manually shut down as I do in many cases of a MAJOR HACK
AND A MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION AND SEVERE ELDER ABUSE ON ME. When
I reopened the computer or rebooted as peeps in the industry say, I
went to input me' PASSWORD, and it came up saying invalid, and would
not allow me to get back into me' own computer. I tried and tried for
five minutes or so, and no darn dice. I then unplugged the entire
system and modem and everything for five minutes. Still, no dice. I
tried it again for a little bit longer, and then when it came on, and
before the password request screen came on, instead of using me'
“ENTER-KEY” to reboot the WINDOWS-7 system, I let the
auto-counter just tick away by itself that manually will turn it all
back on after 30 seconds. Fearing that the hack could be in my
ENTER-KEY, I did not use it after typing in me' password, but rather,
I used me' darn mouse, and I clicked the tiny little box to the right
of the password box. POOF, I was BACK IN!!!!! I have naut shut off
me' system since. I allow it to go into the 'SLEEPER-MODE', and the
only way to bring it on again is to hit the ENTER KEY, and it works.
This has not worked for five or six years, so I know the HACK IS
SOMEHOW IN ME' DARN ENTER-KEY. But as soon as I get another
involuntary computer update screen where the system goes through new
updates; it will require the password again, so I give the caveat to
my Blogaudians that if I am not up on a blog for 120 hours, then look
for me when the Corona-Virus crap is all over an done with, and naut
before. Also, there is another possibility besides an update that
will cause me to need to use a password, and this is an electrical
outage or interruption, black or brown out. As soon as this pandemic
junk ends, I intend to go to a geek store and have my password system
removed. I never use financial stuff on the machine, so I don't need
a password. If someone does something, what else is new? My entire
adult and even kid life is one long never ending grouping of major
and nasty criminality being done against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
must stop the blog now for an hour TV break, so I can
enjoy a great old nineteen-sixties show that the great “ME-TV”
airs at 4 in the morning on Sunday's, called, “The
Time Tunnel” with that
awesome lovely Mizz Lee Meriwether. I am
NAUT misspelling her name, as she plays the role of that beyond white
hot gorgeous 'ANN' on the show, and Mike
Soft and his Hellwrecker-Spellchecker is of no help in
spelling her name, as most unusual or rare surnames are not within
the dictionary systems of most word processing programs!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll be 'bacccchk' shortly, oh
Governor Arnie Muscles, so pweeeeeze do
naut TERMINATE ME, YO!!!!!!!!! TANX, and
a great big huge gargantuan “BOOOOOOOM”! And now me' great
awesome peeps out there 'somewhere', and to quote lovely
non-Dawn-Marie King or EVIL-CHUCKIE here yo; “I'm
BACK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great show, as always. It brings back a lot
of memories about the following orbital time for good old Comet-H and
my lovely 1986 year. OH BOY, mom!!!!!
Now
let us move on and finish up this whittle darn blog, folksingers and
yessir Mike Soft, folksingers toothpaste TOO!!!!!!!!
It
is beyond major obvious to me, that both my
Atlantic City ENEMIES, as well as (ICPE-APE-TECH)
parallel event, and proving all of me' claims concerning the endless
nightmarish connections with the DOW
JONES
STOCK
MARKET,
DONALD
JOHN
TRUMP,
AND MYSELF,
EVER SINCE THE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES; all being real and true,
and absolutely indisputable; will cause me every single time I really
go to town on blogs and attempt to prove these things with most
recent current event 'happenings', with or without any 1969 assists
from the great Sir Mister Count Von Marcucci
of the Shaver-Cuts-Club of
all non-Roseann Delaney's EVERYWHERE; that there will be a
never missed, and extremely dependable “RONALD
REAGAN” IMMEDIATE-COUNTER-ATTACK, and major PUNISHMENT
for the Mountainpen which is of course,
another perfect example of Clark Kent
and SUPERMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
MILITUFORCE won't permit me to keep
taking advantage of PERFECT
SITUATIONS
that come along about as rarely, OR ALMOST as rarely, as Haley's
darn Comet; where circumstances
in the life of Planet Earth, will be absolutely favorable for
proving my claims; NAUT WITHOUT THEM GIVING ME A MAJOR KNEE JERK
REACTION COUNTER-STRIKE ANIWHO, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Dennis
Snyder wouldn't be able to say his famous lines any better if you
gave him a plate of steroids and a billion dollars cash money for
doing so, “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
won't lie. I waited about eight years and it was somewhere in the
early summer time in the year of 2012, and I remember clearly as a
clanging church-bell, thinking one day to me'self, “I am going to
wait for a really totally perfect day and time where stuff in the
world is going on where I can absolutely prove that the stock market
has done just what I claim that it has ever since 1986, and then I'll
do a MAJOR MAJOR BUNCH OF BLOGS about it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw your
darn rotten ALLIGATORS, Mister Microsoft!!!!!!!!!! That annoying
DEATH-ANGEL is passing me
NON-STOP, all day, all night,
sometimes even while sleeping and waking me up, and this has been
extra bad since the ending days in 2019, but as 2020 came in and got
more and more into the late winter and then the spring time, like
WOW, as the kids would put it,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is totally darn WEEDEEKAWUSS,
lovely 'Katy Fightsongs' of 1997,
before you became the great and wonderful KP and always acted like
you wanted to knock my lights out up there in Abseacon near your
great wonderful Uncle Admiral's FAA-Technical Center in the
neighboring town of Pomona, just west of the
DQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh wonderful Sir
Chester-Frank, and mighty 'Shoeknockeroutter' toothpaste
TOO, yo!!!!!! Yessir world, I waited for a long EIGHT DARN YEARS, and
then IT HAPPENED, and I began shouting out about it just last darn
week, did I NAUT, MIZZ
LOVELY AT&T BLAKE
from good old 1983??????????????? I feel that I have MADE ME'
CASE, and shown you all just how real what I have claimed all darn
along, truly is, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHH!!!! And yessir world, I
HAVE BEEN AS YOU ALSO ALL KNOW BY NOW, EXTREMELY PUNISHED AS A
RESULT, WITH ALL OF THIS INCREDIBLE ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE AND HARASSING
PERSECUTION FROM THIS CRIMINAL EVIL DISEASED MILITUFORCE
(M2F)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, on the great CNN, I was watching some very trustworthy reports
telling how Trump after making his trip to JAPAN a short while back,
was all tantrum'd out and throwing a four year old hyper-fit, about
the so-called “crashing stock market”. That is all he ever cares
about, and it is also ALL THAT HE EVER HAS CARED ABOUT SINCE THIS
NIGHTMARE WITH HIM, AND PARALLEL EVENT, AND MY DEATH PERSECUTION, ALL
GOT STARTED IN THE DARN NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME'
BRO!!!!!!! If it takes me 700 darn butt-wiping years, I am going to
get my TRUE STORY BELIEVED BY THIS ENTIRE EARTH-PLANET YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, and Microsoft darn folksingers and toothpaste's as well; ALL
ALONG SINCE THE SIXTIES, AND SEVENTIES, AND EIGHTIES; lovely and
incredible awesome Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard has been some
kind of a major hub in all of these things. She, unlike Paula King or
Sarah Callio of eastern-No Joysey, is the real and true WITCH OF
ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. I told a little bit about “the witch
from Atlantic City” to quote me'self from the summer time of 1980,
to the dude I now refer to as JOE, the “MAFCO electrician”, at
the famous Jefferson Street Mac-Andrews & Forbes Company, in
Camden, NJUSAESMWG, while I was working as a security guard there,
contracted by the world famous WELLS FARGO SECURITY COMPANY, the very
same security company that we've all seen in the western movies where
robbed stage coaches were involved. But at those times where I was
telling electrician JOE about THE WITCH from AC-NJ, I was naut
thinking of lovely PATTY HHH, but rather, SARAH from AC-NJ! Keeping
things totally honest and BOB SCHLEIGH 'REAL' heredahelda and HERE
folksingers and FOLKS; all I knew for sure back in those times, was
that some force somewhere was definitely screwing with me, and
already had robbed me from a large chunk of my human life in present
persona of the blown out from Purgatory's realm into this
STM of 5th dimensional hyperspace. Now as I stated
recently, I am sure that many of my wild dreaming-interactions from
these 1980 days, including the goddess PAULA
singing that 'LOIS-FOCA' song to
me, at the outside area of Frailenger's Salt
Water Taffy Store on 10-SC Avenue, to
Gawky Gaukauk the magical ASTRAL BLACK PANTHER CAT that has
absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ALLSTATE INSURANCE, or
great African-American leaders of the past, and Mister “PHONY-VOICE”
Denzell Washington, but rather, it had very
much to do with my practice from time to time, of the mighty Astral
World's spirit-travel meditation handbook-instructional manual, known
as the “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like the famous sixties drug, LSD; people can get all kinds of
AFTER-EFFECTS from using both that drug as well as that exact method
of physical plane meditation, when those precise instructions for
practicing this spirit travel stuff is performed. In real honest
candor and truth peeps, perfect practice of this meditation will
bring people who use this to practically the exact same and similar
situation as an LSD taker would have. The only
difference is that you CANNOT,
AT LEAST IN THE YEAR OF 2020, BE
BUSTED OR GET A CRIMINAL
RECORD for doing it, as it is
not against any laws of this time period.
Who knows about the photon-projection, as far as the photon memory,
well, we all have heard the tales of the many witch trials and witch
burnings. But right now in the present times, well, use it at your
own risk folks as there are no guarantees to how your life may become
effected by doing it on a regular basis, and I never told anyone that
it was as safe as a sleeping babe in a mother's arms. I don't lie or
tell stories, unlike the 45th President of this
nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have indeed used FASCITAR many times, and
sometimes I even used the I-CHING in the very same way that it was
used in that fictional television soap show of the sixties, “DARK
SHADOWS”. These things ARE QUITE REAL, at least they were very real
for me when I screwed around with both of them, and that, I'll swear
in a court of law, any time, and anywhere, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
people, remember thissssssss and remember it good, yo; PATTY HHH was
no ordinary person. She did things that normal peeps do not do like
talk to dead people on a regular basis, chant, do Wiccan practices,
eat strange foods, and organize things to happen, at least IMHO, that
would have major reasons for her wanting them to happen but to happen
without any trace or proofs that she had anything to do with it, and
of course, I thinkwe all know what is being discussed here and that
is, two things for the really smart peeps; one, my getting the
information for using FASCITAR, and two, secretly
having our daughter with me as well as keeping the masses of this
world ignorant to the true facts behind it all. Those
not willing to be open minded right away love to laugh at me and say,
“Hey Mark you darn bone head, you're lying because you're white”.
Well, I have told the story of why my dad at the tender age of
sixteen years, abruptly left his home in Toledo, Ohio, and joined the
Merchant Marines, after learning of his heritage on his REAL father's
side. This information would have been forever lost if not for
something huge and something that I have yet to get into even after
these fourteen plus years of blogging some way out there stuff to
this world, yo BRRRRRRR!!! And just as John Denver didn't buy the RED
SEA, oh SSJKK, I don't buy that darn hairbrush being swiped by that
trained seagull that day in Atlantic City, right there at the area of
my kid's conception, not a dozen yards to the south of the precise
spot where lovely PHHH had her way with me when I was fourteen and a
half years old, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and a great big huge WONDERFUL OPRAH
WINFREY TOOthpaste TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are quite a lot of things that I haven't told, if anyone can believe
that to be possible after reading most or all of the things I've
posted during the past fourteen and a quarter years on these blogs
now. Some of these things may just be around the corner for me to
begin getting into with the world of the public domain. Much of it
connects SOUND AND VOICES, and also how our mighty and deranged
power-monger President Trump was also so fascinated by these very
same things while growing up with his parents in Queens, NYUSAESMWG,
and then right into his adult life too, just as with
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now does lovely PHHH fit into that amazing
mess too??? You can bet your sweet butt it does, lovely AMY Madigan
Cornfields All-dreams, from late in the
nineteen-eighties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, it all connects into
COOLEY HALL, Bruce Alan Pennock, Bob McDowell, tape recorders, Patty,
Paula, Melanie, and even Julia White herself. But it is all connected
into many things beyond just this, such as
why exactly my parents were DESTINED TO MEET at the
Philadelphia Naval Shipyard just
to the south of the Walt Whitman Bridge,
where my dad, and the great Professor Einstein, were all a part of
a very wild and militarily denied experiment, and while my dad was
dating my mom while she was employed at the great, and yes absolutely
world famous and renown LAVINO SHIPPING
COMPANY, that became a very active and powerful part of
the great WORLD WAR ll WAR EFFORT.
I can go on an
don and on here, and no, you hacked
out junk GASME-GODS-GAMERS,
not 'on an don an don', yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
single part of life, when reexamined in that magical kingdom called
“the land of HINDSIGHT”, will always
display truths that can never ever pop into our conscious mental
awareness while we actually are living through the events in
real-time. That is a truth because that is literally a 7th
dimensional law or what Morianity has labeled in these blogs, 'THE
BOM', as “LAWTRONICS”! You cannot escape the Lawtron. You will
defy gravity first.
THE
END, AND SMELLING REALLY ROTTEN!!!
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
4:10
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SATURDAY
MORNING
11
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
62
MAJOR
DEATH SIEGE ON ME!
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?????????
YOU
WON'T FIND THIS ON THE POSTED BLOGS PEEPS, AS IT IS ONLY SHOWING UP
ON MY OWN OPEN-OFFICE FILES.
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
APRIL 11, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 4:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
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WOW
do I hear Mortimer Mortino every day around a hundred times now. We
all know why of course. Gee willagars! Here comes my favorite damn
hack, that good old trustworthy (`~HACK). WEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes
lovely Dairy Queen 1997 Katy, totally
and absofuckinglutely WEEDEEKAWUSS, ludicrous, and totally beyond
absurd!!!!!!!!!!
My
Comcast Cable froze up last night while watching the L&O
TV-show on the Sundance HD-CHANNEL. I had to reboot and also have the
system remove the hacked-errors on my cable modem box. After that, it
returned to normal ops. Another big ass WEEEEEEEEEE for the great Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank from NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Below
info courtesy of the great MSN Web-page:
West Palm Beach / Ft Pierce
OH
SHOOT, LENNY BRISCOE SIR?
THE
END,
AND SMELLING BAD AS
CRAP!!!!!
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