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18 APRIL, 2020

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I'VE BEEN UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!

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

CHAPTER 71

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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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SATURDAY, APRIL 18, 2020

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Once me' mother loving enemies give me enough horrendous monstrous persecution, it can and IT DOES, always always always RESET EVEN THE MOST BEARISH STOCK MARKETS. I told you all that it had bottomed out in the low eighteen thousands, and that is would go straight back up, and roller coaster back and forth for a while, AND WE ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS EXACTLY AND FUCKING CUNT PRECISELY WHAT IT DID; RIGHT DOWN TO THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE 'T'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At 3:30, here is my 118^th DEATH ANGEL!!!!! But that was back on the night of Diana's lovely full copper moon rising that we have already talked about back into the photon memory (the past)! Boy oh boy!!!!!!!!

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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 freaking nonsense and endless stupidity. He is an eight year old kid from the BRIGGBASE and will not ever grow up or age, other than in his body; and anyone waiting for him to mature and quit acting like the quintessential buttwipe 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 there 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, and 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.

Lightning came over to visit with me at eleven of the clock on the nose last night, and she made awesome brilliant colors all over the skies surrounding this nightmare Fort Pierce, Florida, USA Public Housing non Patty-Hollister BUILDING OF HELLFIRE, AKA DOGTOWN in true Purgatory!!!!!!! So thank UUUUUUUUUUUU so very much for visiting with me last night, me' wonderful, lovely and ravishing BABY-BLOND girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After she was here, I fell asleep and had some very wild nocturnal interactions. I was speaking to someone who pulled out a booklet and showed me groups of names with some of them underlined and colorized, sort of like what I do on these very blogs. I said to him, “Is this Morianity that has not yet been done, or is this from the BOOK of LIFE that is kept in the Sahasra Dal Kanwal City Hall”? He replied, “Neither one. It is the book that's kept by Sir Gene Mellman that discusses all sorts of incredible folks, one of which is the man who said to you recently, and to Patty Hollister decades ago, that he is well over 900 years of age”. Now in typing the name, I fully expected right now to see little squiggly red lines of spelling-error from my Mike Soft Spellchecker program, coming onto the text, but the name came out as 'listed on its programmed dictionary'. I then further checked to see if the program was hacked, which as you all know happens with some regularity so I intentionally misspelled a word, and sure enough, it came out with the error-lines. This means that even though I have never heard that last name here in me' waking world life, the name seems to be in existence. I'm not referring to the Christian name of Gene, as we all know that name; but rather the surname of Mellman! So WOW THAT, world!!!

Peeps, the very same reason that we human beings seemingly are NAUT permitted a view of the 'photon-projection' (the future), also will limit us to the same Lawtronic blocking systems built into the cosmic regulatory systems causing us to ALWAYS BE ABLE TO SEE THINGS THAT HAPPENED AROUND US BACK IN PHOTON-MEMORY (the past) very differently than we are able to in fact see these items while we're actually experiencing them and living through it all in (REAL TIME), as people have come to say. This has lots of power behind it, and is why so very many of us who are avid and lucid 'dreamers', or really, those who have better waking world memories of our nocturnal experiences, since its been lab-proven that all of us do achieve REM-SLEEP and thus do dream, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, those who have major dreaming interaction MEMORIES, are all part of this very same Lawtronic reality where it may be thirty years later where we might just suddenly look back in our minds about a dream from so very long ago, and suddenly see all kinds of brand new things involved with it and how it may interact with so many things in our more recent waking lives. So this mysterious Lawtronic limitation that is indeed built into cosmos's rules, is naut limited to 3 & 4 dimensions, but is, as is the great subatomic particle the electron itself, (FIFTH DIMENSIONAL IN NATURE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That needed to be said as part of a newly laid down foundation into things that will be shortly talked about in brand new parts of this ever-onward pressing MORIANITY, YO!

JANE PIECEATRASH Sleazeweedsdisease just nailed me really mother loving GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD, lovely non Super-X girlfriend from 1999, mizz lovely Helen Zebriski of the Saint Thomas Islands! Allow me to now compensate for this wicked witch and her endless digital face assault upon me that won't go away no matter what I ever hope to emmereffing do, yo BRRRRRR!

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That crap really ticked me off, Mizz Annie Cornfields, because I absolutely was positive that I was WELL DARN BUTTWIPING PAST PAGE TEN AND PAGE ELEVEN, AND ALMOST INTO THE MIDDLE DARN TEENS, AND YET; NO I WASN'T, AND SO I GOT TOTALLY DARN SCREWED AGAIN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

Yessir, I'm really emmereffing ticked the stench-weeds off about THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a great big BUTT and but yo; let me move on and tell you all another whittle darn I item. This is about late in the year of 1979 so this will make me' kid happy this MOUUUURNING as she loves it when I “Talk more about the seventies”. Well in keeping stuff totally honest and 'REALE' here, a 'doppelganger' of me' kid said that to me, in a wild dreaming interaction, or in the vast and limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace that is out beyond just where we all have our physical bodies, and hence our limited waking world lives. Yes 1979, the ending, and also the great zenith of the DISCO YEARS. Without bringing into the mix here, anything about future choking, Roddenberry behavior modification collars, or incredible transdimensional Cifaloglio locations, with wild characters like Sir Darius Evans or Donna Cifaloglio or Magic Callio-King transfer-station ride-ins in the middle of the gods-forsaken night; I am going to rather instead be discussing the incident that happened to me while I was employed at the RPL Sound Recording Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Most of me' loyal Blogaudians know and remember quite well, that right just shy of Christmas in 1979 while I was working there, and was residing at a home at 112 East 5^th Avenue, in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG; that my mom and I had purchased there, and also had nothing but misery, and led to our selling it to the McCarthy family and moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments; where I had started up my car on a very cold early winter night at about 12:45 AM, in the studio parking lot, and my night boss Mister Donald Cialoni had opened up the main gate, and we were all sitting around in the lobby and waiting for the time clock to hit 1:00 AM, so we could all punch out and leave, at the end of our 4:30 P to 1:00 A shift. All of a sudden a very loud THUD sound was heard, which was my 1978 Chevy-Nova automobile striking the brick wall of the studio building. Some horrible CRIMINAL THUGS had seized upon the opportunity of grabbing an easily stolen car and making off with it, as they did, and the buttwipes couldn't drive very well and put it into reverse before they got it into drive, and so the car went back against the wall of the building since there were no heavy concrete 300 pound stopper rectangle pieces there to prevent that. As soon as we opened the front lobby door to check it out, Don and I both saw my car being whisked away at a high speed down State Street, after the thieves turned right off of the intersecting State Street, where the parking lot was on. Two of my coworkers, Gerry and Sue, mysteriously found the car, and seemed to know exactly where it was taken to be stripped and searched by these thieves. They seemed to know all the details, and I believed all along that they did not do this, nor have it done to me and yet they seemed to be a part in some wild bigger picture way, of the entire situation, based solely on the way they were acting; and to explain all of this in perfect detail and alacrity, would take all day long typing, and this blog would then be about a thousand pages long, so forget about that. I need to make me' simple but very powerful pernt here instead, oh great and endlessly illustrious Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, and all families EVERYWHERE as well, yo BRAH!!!

Remember the OTHER THEFT, or really, one of so many in all 5-DIMENSIONS that include dreams and waking life, where I went back into the photon-memory, or back through time to my high school, the Haddon Township High School of Westmont, New Jersey-USA, the HTHS, and told my classmates in some parallel reality, that I had come back from 1997 even though it was 1996 where I had traveled back there to 1968? Why do you think I gravitate to that marvelous television show, “The Time Tunnel” so much? I mean sure, I like it because of that WHITE HOT LOVELY LEE MERIWETHER, who played ANN in the Time Tunnel room; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a great big BUTT but people; I liked it because all of my life I have known that something is beyond major big time wrong, and that only FAWCES beyond human beings who would in fact be able to manipulate what we mortals think of as TIME; could be pulling off all of these powerful and wild tricks, or GASME-GODS-GAMES, as we now call this in 21^st century MORIANITY, for crying out loud!

So here we have the SHOEBOX-TABLET being stolen in real-time-1996, in some parallel world where I was somehow connecting the following year of 1997 into it all, and we also have the 1979 waking world car theft while I was employed at the RPL Studio and working there that night, right shy of Christmas time in 1979. To this very day, the Camden Police should have all of these things on file, and even transferred to modern day computer files on their intranet systems, totally and absolutely verifying this auto theft that night. I know the great FBI can get the records, and I'd bet a billion bucks cash money right this minute, that they've already done all of this, AND A LOT MORE TOOthpaste TOO, SIR MIKE SOFT!!!!!! So we have the shoebox-tablet deal in 96 where I was telling my classmates that I came from 97, and then we have the other car theft in 79, the digitally inverted year; just as with the great Philadelphia Phillies Baseball Team, when they won the World Series for the first time since they had won it in 1980, and when, but in 2008, the other DIGITALLY INVERTED YEAR, 80-08!!!!!!!! But this is only the very early beginning to all of these wild interconnected dots of this great powerful and inconceivable JAMES REDFIELD'S SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME here in all of this, so let me move still onward here just a wee whittle darn bit, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! Everything was taken from my car by these thieving thugs in Camden when they had taken it to a nearby parking lot that was very isolated. They took things like my contact lenses and stuff that they had absolutely no Earthly reason for taking. I could see taking a good spare tire from the trunk, and a good set of jumping cables, and al those type of things. I had only the little factory made tinny radio in the car so they didn't even bother trying to rip that out. Who could want a tinny sounding little car radio for crying out loud, but who could want my darn contact lenses is my question? And many other wild things were part of how my car was so quickly found and recovered that night. If it wasn't for my me' mom's good friend, Mizz Audrey Heller of Audubon, New Jersey-USA, I would have been totally screwed. She helped me to get thing squared away with all of this, and it is all way too complex to get into; including the part where the Camden Police when they got over to the RPL Studio, where Don and I were still there during the crisis; informed me that their records show another person from Mount Ephraim, New Jersey-USA, was showing up matched to my drivers license and automobile registration, When I tried even back then as time went along, to get to the bottom of what now in present times is known as “IDENTITY-THEFT”, I was ignored and the problem was never even explored at all by any authority. But none of these things is my real and true point for right now on this particular blog. Do I believe there is a direct correlation to those thieves in Camden on that just shy of Christmas night in 1997 and those KALI-'thug' thieves of nearly two decades out into the photon-projection or the 'future'? You bet I do, but this is because of numerous wild things that happened after this mess was all cleared up, and I was able to get back to a semi-normal life, or what was at least 'normal for the Mountainpen', back in those times of 'photon-memory'. Right around this same time, and I have blogged this many times before in my earlier Jersey Morianity, those two coworkers who knew exactly where my car had been taken to, and with no way of really knowing or planning any of this, since THIS WAS THE VERY FIRST TIME THAT DONALD CIALONI HAD OPENED THE GATE, BEFORE WE ALL WERE LITERALLY IN OUR CARS AND READY TO LEAVE, which allowed the thieves to get onto our property and then to get into my car and literally drive it off the lot and out the gate, and the reason was that we were having an extra brutally cold night and we wanted to get our cars warmed up and we wanted to get out and home as fast as possible, something that was never repeated after this of course, but as it is said on this Earth of imperfection, “It only takes one really bad mistake to get us all screwed up in life”. My mom had a gal-pal when we lived at 24-A Apartment, in the building located at 2041 Chestnut Street, in Philadelphia, back early in the nineteen-sixties; named Misses McDowell, and who had a son John; and they happened to both be nurses at some nearby Philadelphia hospital. One day after I had made a really bad error in judgment, and both of them were over at the apartment, her son John said to me, “Sometimes we only get one chance in this world”, and HE WAS TOTALLY RIGHT, YO!!! I know that I have told this story on much earlier blogs from my first couple of years blogging, back when I lived up in Jersey; so this is just a reiteration of things already discussed!!!!!!!!

But to finish out me' whittle pernt here now Sir Archie, people do not believe in things such as alpha-numeric connections in symbolic coincidence, nor do most peeps even think of taking seriously, how we can compare virtually unlimited things that people call 'coincidences' to give us the most startling and unfathomable answers to all of life's great mysteries and queries. And we don't need to be the great CBS's TV-SHOW of 2008, “The Mentalist”, and Patrick Jane, to be able, should we ever choose to do it; to see this incredible and expanded version of reality that endlessly exists all around al of us for everybody to see as plain as day, only, THEYNEVER DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But James Redfield does, and he wrote wonderful books about this topic, two of them called “CELESTINE”, one was the Prophecy and the other book title eludes me but I think it was “VISION”. Wanna' know something else that eluded me until right now when this WAS ON MY MIND where I am trying to remember those two Redfield books? The surname of MELLMAN. There was a realtor right on the corner of Route 130 and Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG; and in 1986 and 1987 somewhere, both myself and my pal Sir David Roth went there to discuss their becoming my realtor and to have them try and sell my Kramer Hill home on 26^th Street that Mark Marini and Bob Patterson Cheatley screwed me with on some lousy rotten Housing and Urban Development deal in the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, (HUD). The name of this rotten realtor was and for all I know still is, Mellman and Jawkell, and I seriously doubt I am correctly spelling that wild surname, and of course, me' Spellchecker-dictionary is unable to provide me any assistance with it either, yo! So you see folksingers and FOLKS out here, we al have all memory of all things,even stuff we only know in (our soul) as many peeps might word it. Our true or higher-SELF knows contain omniscience, and you CAN believe THAT!!!!!!!!! But also built into the great Laconically designed cosmos surrounding or isness of beingness, is the magic of the coincidence, just as Mister wonderful REDFIELD proclaims, and I personally vouch for its truths and its authenticity. Yes peeps, that night at the 1979 recording studio called, RPL, was amazing beyond any possible verbiage and attempts to describe the whole thing. Coworkers Gerry and Sue had no Earthly way of knowing that this was or could possibly happen, as the gate being open that would make it possible, was only open on that ONE NIGHT, and at the last three minutes of time where we all were there. No time was there at all for making such complicated or detailed plans to due this thing to me. But they did know, and they knew where the car was taken to somehow as well. But I cannot accuse them of being part of this plan because to pull it off,they would have to be part of “THE TIME TUNNEL” experiment with Tony Newman and Doug Phillips, and that lovely ANN, and the General, and all of the rest of the crew in that top secret 'fictional' military operation. Now if this were the only time that I could type and blog a wild story like this abnd believe me when I say I'm only including the very top major highlights to it all, but if this were the only time; believe me peeps, I'd be with lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter right now, “ON TOP OF THE WORLD” in or out of the year of 1973, huh James Burr and Patricia Hollister, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo????????

Now let's quickly discuss another item that we will end this blog on today, which is why the Jewish peeps are so incredibly CLEAN, or so the rumors all go for us HEATHEN FOLKS outside of the CHOSEN POPULATION, which by the way, doesn't include the present past five centuries of the Huntington family, or before that in the Stuart Family, and before that, in the original NON-KAREN Carpenter Family, as once upon a time, surnames were the product of our occupations and ways that we earned our livings in this world, the great EARTH-PLANET, such as Joseph the Carpenter of Nazareth, hence, Joseph Carpenter. By the way peeps, never take MOUNTAINPEN'S word for anything, I do NAUT want you to do that. Just go the great GOOGLE on your little l-PHONES you all have and love so much in this crazy new age 21^st century, and then type in something such as Where do surnames originate in history? I promise you that a few searches and a little quick reading of the first three items that show up, will indeed totally and completely verify all of my information provided to show you that I DO NAUT MAKE UP 'FAKE-NEWS', like me' cuzz loves to do, and then claims that all the rest of us are doing; the oldest criminal trick in the gash darn golly gee whiz book for crying out totally butt wiping loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for the final discussion on why the original Jews became so clean that even goes far beyond and surpasses the great commandments given to them by ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS LORDESS JEHVAH NEECY KRASSLE (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE) as SHE'S ALSO KNOWN BY in the Capitol Province of the ASTERAL-PLANE called (OLYMPIA)!!!!!!!!! This will all perfectly tie into this 947 year old man who has learned to FASCITAR himself and contact both myself recently and lovely Patty HHH back a long while ago in early 1975!!!!!!!!!

Only the old Jews from more than three thousand years ago, ever lived past a dozen decades on this Earth-Planet, and they did it with the very same Doctor Corriell wisdom that this blog has discussed from time to time now for the past one to two years, only we are naut talking about transfusing blood here. So I will now get down into the trenches and say something that many peeps won't particularly appreciate getting said,but I wil say it all anyway because this MILITFORCE has persecuted me beyond what any 5,000 people all combined could ever take, and for a very long time, especially when we factor in the hellish nightmare repeating cycle that I have now suffered through for more than 190 times, and maybe even more than this. The long-life-rituals as I'll refer to them as from now on,also kept a lot of sicknesses from happening which are the main reasons that life spans are shortened, because this behavior builds up an unfathomable amount of antibodies in our blood as a direct result. For several thousand years or more and the Biblical begats go into great detailed lengths of the precise lineage of the Judah Tribe of Israel, this was done so that people would extend their life spans for a dozen times give or take what it is since the practice was abandoned after the FLOOD that the BIBLE mentions. Children and y oung teenagers would spit into large water containers and water was added or in some cases, wine was added, and then the solution was drank by older people. After five and ten years of doing this three to ten times every week, old people were made younger, and young people stayed younger for much longer, and this eventually maxed out to where the human span of life in those times reached between 630 and 970 years. We will get into a lot more things pertaining to that as more blogs continue onward. Doctor Corriell at the Institute for Medical Research back in 1982, told me at a Christmas party, this very same truth only they were infusing old rats with very young rat BLOOD, whole blood, and from rats barely into puberty where the cellular programming was in still in the GROWTH STAGE and thus the signaling STEM CELLS would literally slowly reprogram all of the trillions of cells that make up every single part of our human bodies. Blood cells and saliva cells are for all intents and purposes the very same microbiological process on a subatomic level. This same truth is why when human bodies develop diseased organs, the stem cells within them retrain and reprogram all of the surrounding healthy cells, slowly but surely, to also become diseased, and then we eventually succumb to the sickness and expire. Recently, you have seen two items in the news all over this globe concerning the Corona Virus and our attempts at alleviating the nightmare problem that it is causing humanity. One, is the transfusing of blood plasma from people with these antibodies so that those with the disease can begin to rebuild antibodies of their own to combat the disease. Two, is the saliva testing. 90-97% of all blood tests can be done with saliva as a result of this reality. When Mountainpen talks about these things, HE IS AN ENDLESS CRACKPOT. But when other peeps do, well; THAT IS ALWAYS A HORSE OF A TOTALLY DARN DIFFERENT COLOR, AIN'T IT??????

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB CHAPTER 70

Microsucks Corporation is really wild with all of this non-MIMI-2008 word process program hacking. As I was typing in the title and before hitting the ENTER KEY to create a new paragraph so I could then add CHAPTER 70, the title suddenly read, TRUMP AND HIS MOB followed by some really wild stuff that now won't happen as if somebody knew I was going to try and post this. And screw the alligator's too, Mister Mike Soft.

4:37 PM on Friday, 17 April, 2020

Well folksingers and FOLKS, and Mike buttwipe SOFT; I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD FLY WAY UP TODAY, AND IT TOOK NO ALBERTY EINSTEIN EITHER TO SEE THAT IT WOULD, MERELY DECADES OF SUFFERING THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-TECH MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, WHICH HAS DRIVEN THE STOCK MARKET FROM BEARLY BEING IN FOUR DIGITS, ALL THE WAY TO THE FIVE DIGIT ALL TIME HIGH OF 30,000 POINTS, AND COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So don't give me any credit or see my as some wild prophet, because all I'm mother loving doing is using this nearly 36 YEAR OLD HELL to make my incredible predictions, and I will go on being right a minimum of 90-95% of the time, something no stock broker on this planet can lay honest claim to, or even claim to be anywhere near that in accuracy over decades of time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also told you all that after the market closed UP two straight trading sessions, that it had found its BOTTOM AT THE LOW 18 K's. Once I said that on my blogs, it jumped nearly 6,000 points over the following less than one month of time to where it currently stands, 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!!! The real powerhouse deal here is NAUT that, as much as thissssssssssssssssssssss:! I should have a following of thousands of peeps, and a weekly average PV-COUNT in the hundreds of thousands, and the great TD Ameritrade peeps should have been all over me too when I told them several years ago that the DOW would jump up 5,000 points from 20 to 25 K after Trump won. But nobody so much as pays me an ounce of attention. Here I am with absolute knowledge of a financial market move over decades of proven timed predictions, and yet NOTHING, I am endlessly ignored. NOW T-H-A-T peeps, that is the wildest and most unfathomable part to all of this, even greater than my predictions always coming true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir world, I said early this morning on me' gol' dern prior chapter blog, “ Well after the major DEATH ATTACK STRIKE ON ME YESTERDAY, THURSDAY; we all know that this will get that mother loving rotten criminal STOCK MARKET TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY FLYING TODAY AND ALL OF NEXT WEEK, WHEN THERE IS NOTHING AT ALL IN REALITY TO SUPPORT IT”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amd what happened today? Well it FLEW UP THREE QUARTERS OF A THOUSAND POINTS, THAT WHAT THE HECKEN CRAP IT DID, YO!

YES LOVELY GIANT-GINA of the nineteen-nineties, you said to me, “TOLD YOU”, after you broke me' arm in that arm wrestle we did, that she would do it, and then, well, SHE DID IT, but I'll always hear that giant goddess with her little girl nine year old voice, saying that to me, “TOLD YOU”, and so folksingers and folks, to quote gorgeous power house Gina, “TOLD YOU”, and I've been telling you, and I even told you where the BOTTOM WOULD BE, and that is just where it was. Show me one stock broker in emmereffing Manhattan who can match me' talents for calling that lovely CROOKED DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, just ga'hed and show me, ANYBODY OUT HEREdahelda AND OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I may have glossed over a few times on much earlier blogs and Morianity, how I made a trained psych counselor reach a total nervous breakdown back early in 1995, and now, I am going to expand on it, and THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS is what I recently told you all that I would be soon discussing because of this horrendous recent death siege of late 2019 and into this monstrous freaking 2020 year also, yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! His name was Kieth, and I drove two other fairly normal peeps to near insanity, but neither of them were trained professional counselors or psychiatric professionals, as was a dude named “Kieth” at the Saint Barnabas Clinic of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, just walking distance away from that nightmare house that I rented with me' mom in 1986 that led to the quintessential hellishness of this Huntington Curse taking off with wheels of steel and made op pure grease lightning. Early in 1995, this dude told my mom on the telephone, “Mark has driven me to a full nervous breakdown”, and if I still was in Jersey, I'd still have the taped conversation as part of me' now lost LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE that started as telephone program 1 and 2 on the very first cassette tape, on the first day that I had moved into the other house from hell, at 134 Non-CHUCK Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG as if anyone needed to be retold that whittle wee bit of epitomized negative sound bites! But this Saint Barnabas place, as in Dark Shadows' Barnabas Collins the hickey neck biting vampire of all greatest James Redfield Synchronicity Syndromes; had three counselor-psychiatrists whose connections with me were very unprofessional or at least comprised of things not seen every day by any means or stretch of logic, in any ordinary psych clinic the world over, yo BRO! We had Lenny, we had the degreed psychiatrist who insisted that I be scheduled no matter how many times I begged not to be and I was the paying client, at the exact time where another person was there every time, who was build exactly like lovely giant Paula King, and looked just like her as well. We also had Kieth, and then there was lovely red hot Mizz McIntyre, if I'm correctly spelling her surname, an dyes, I screwed up on a prior blog and said surname rather than Christian name, sorry, we're all darn human Bruce Pennock, nobody's perfect, quoting you word for word with my additional DARN in the middle of it, yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!!!!!!!! Out of all these shrinks and counselor peeps, only Mizz McIntyre never did anything spurious. My only beef with her was that was very insistent on me taking lots of 'sicko trumps' (psychotropic medications). I know that there is nothing wrong with my brain and so these meds will only serve to damage what is naut broken to begin with. I am under a huge supernatural family curse that has lasted for approximately 1,990 years now, and that is pure unadulterated truth, and I am naut crazy; even if peeps out there somewhere, Mizz AT&T Blake, are trying to drive me into insanity! But me' counselor Kieth in early 1995 was hellbent on my NAUT being hypnotized to try and get to the bottom of what really happened to me a decade earlier in 1986 that forever altered me' life in unthinkable ways! I told him many of the powerful things that I told David Roth, and one day he told my mom that he was having a full on nervous breakdown because of what I have told him. I also almost drove the assistant to Federal Congressman Robert Andrews nutty from a similar set of inconceivable circumstances, as well as a poor security officer coworker man I worked with at the Pennsylvania Roadway Trucking on County Line Road and Route 309 intersection. If my story or this MORIANITY BIBLE is so made up and so only the product of a totally deranged sick mind, then I would not have driven three normal people right over the edge with my imparting several parts of it to them. You all know that there is powerful logic and reasoning here in my words!!!!!!!!!

Let's quickly open up and begin to address another issue that has indeed been previously glossed over in this Morianity Bible Project on the internet of the 21^st century, that followed my creation of MORIANITY'S old and new Testaments on cassette tape, back in also 1995, and at the very same time when I made more counselor Kieth go coo-coo on me. I speak of my pal David Roth being slow poisoned by his so-called pal, Mister Jonathan Schau, both Lodge Brothers in the Mason Club of all great 343434343434 endless JRSS initials of mass and energy and also great nineteen nineties musical projects that seemingly have fascinated so many powerful people, including me' own flesh and blood! This slow poisoning thing I of course can't prove, but I know as sure as I live unfortunately in Florida since late in 2009, that indeed, this is what happened to the Latengrate Sir David Roth and was done by his murdering lodge brother Sir Jonathan. I told how this murderer had a perfect opportunity to commit this crime, and I told how he had a major motive that absolutely proved to be his intention all along to abscond with Dave's life insurance money after he had made him his executor and pulling me off of his will as executor after we had a nasty blow out and difference of opinion shortly before I left Patty Meeker's rental home on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG, to move into the Kent Road and Sicklerville Road intersecting apartment system in Williamstown, called the 'HIGHVIEW'!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-Ha, miserable witch Jane Notfondauonebit; YA' MISSED ME!!!!!!!!!!! And I most certainly DID NAUT MISS YOU!!!!

But getting back to the murder of my best pal in adult life, Dave; the motive was a large 200 grand insurance policy, and I may be off a little bit like 50 grand either way but I think the amount is correct, and the opportunity was that after lodge meetings, these two men would regularly drive in one of their cars to a local area diner to chow down, and Dave had a dependable habit at diners since we too used to go to diners quite often, and that habit was that he would sit down and order cocoa or coffee depending on mood and desire each time, and after it was ordered, he would go straight to the men's room to wash his hands, leaving time for the drink to be served, and while he was not there to see that his rotten murdering pal was adding a little something to it, and if caught by anyone around him, it probably looked like he was adding some sugar or something and could just tell anyone who might say something to him, I'm just putting some sugar in his coffee while he's in the wash room. There are many slow acting poisons, where once done enough times, the person is dead, only it happens down the line somewhere, and not right away. Many movies have been made about old ladies using these types of poisons slipped into coffee or tea behind the back of their victim. I know that Dave was murdered by Schau, and I even wrote a letter to Dave's friend who I didn't know and never met, as they too worked together at some time, Constable McMeekan. His office was right next door to the security company where he was working at the time, and later I came to work at where they placed me at the Tulleytown Landfill, owned by that crooked capitalist old pig who owns the famous Auto Nation. I was as I always am, totally ignored by constable McMeekan. All I can do is try to bring horrible freaking criminal to justice, but I have no darn police power to do it. That annoying Angel of Death is really buzzing at me again today. The pile of disease next to me kept his noise down lower today, at least so far. But getting back to the murder of my pal, I observed in 1995 how Dave developed Bells Palsy as he called it where one eye droops, and his entire eyes were yellow where they should have been white, and his face had a definite major jaundice appearance too. This was shortly after we had our disagreement and bust up and then I called him after moving to Highview and being there several months, and this was obviously during the time where he was angry at me and had taken me off of his will as the executor and gave it to Mister Schau. I knew nothing of any of this until 2001 when he told me one dark night at the jobsite called Technion Furniture in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG; that he felt really bad how his pal Mike Devlin had swindled me out of $5,000.00 that was part of my mother's life insurance policy that was left to me after Paula King and her wild hyper-natural and interdimensional pals did whatever they did that led up to my mom becoming a medical mystery and a zombie and then led to her eventual complete demise on the 4^th day of March in 2000. But all these fancy words of cat food feasts all add up to a point that I need to make now before I go on typing for days on this wild stuff that does indeed need to be later expanded and elucidated upon. The point is about James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS) and DINERS, and here it is. It was in a DINER where I told DAVE ROTH all about my Atlantic City woes and the mighty GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, one spring evening at the Medport Diner in Marlton, NJUSAESMWG, after we finished chowing down in there, and then went to my car, where I proceeded in the parking lot, to tell him for the very first time, all about this wild crazy situation involving AC-NJ and SSJKK!!!!!!!!! DINERS-DINERS-DINERS, MURDERS-POLICE INTIMIDATION, AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT ANYONE'S IMAGINATION CAN HOPE TO DREAM UP!!!!!

The real miracle with any and all of these things, is that I don't have a million emmereffing peeps the world over following this incredible TRUE MAJOR BLOG, that can tell what the stock market will do, as well as a thousand other major things, and can back it all up, any time, and anywhere, yo BRRR!

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THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 69

THERE IS A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE UPON ME; WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE, ALCU, AND FBI, and people; TODAY IS BEYOND A SUPER DARN BOTBAR!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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