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21 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I'VE BEEN UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 74

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SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

TUESDAY, APRIL 21, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 7:7

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Yesterday was BEYOND SUPER TURD SNIFFING BOTBAR, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND THERE'S NO TWO WAYS AROUND THAT ONE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED AND CUBAN! The enemy next to me, Mister Mexico, was horrendous, the utility harassment with Comcast Cable started it off before that; and then when I went out for some groceries, I was set upon and placed under major death siege, by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, worse than most of the times I had back in Jersey when I would be followed and persecuted by many of their foot soldiers, only this time, it is all happening during a MAJOR GLOBAL PANDEMIC, so I ask anyone of you out here, if this is happening while under this gigantic world mess that we're all in, when will the McThaxton Club of the world realize that I am not making any of these claims up, or imagining any of this? Just because I moved from Jersey to Florida, what, you think this is going to prevent a powerful awesome supernatural force straight from HELL ITSELF, from continuing this life-long ever unrelenting assault on me? What they can't also move down to Florida, if little buttwipe me can? If some little poverty stricken person on disability benefits can do it, what, they CANNOT do it toothpaste TOO, Sir Microsoft? Wanna' give me a wee bit of a bwake here, lovely Mizz 1985 Margie Leo?

Here is what hap[pened to me when I went out after I couldn't take any more of this horrible hammering on my wall with this monster prick next door to me in unit #605: First I drove over to the local Fort Pierce Police Station, and it is all closed up with signs saying CLOSED, and ropes around the visitor parking area. Then I drove down near the library where there is a small grassy parking area as well as some on the street two hour parking, and beyond that is a street and the Indian River where people still do social-distancing-fishing along a river-wall there. After parking in an isolated spot, this total prick comes up in a black sports car and parks right ahead of me when there were five spots on both sides of me where he could have parked. This large African-American male about age thirty-three or so then exited his vehicle and proceeded to walk right towards me, talking and swearing loudly on his cellphone. After he got about fifteen to twenty yards up the street and still acting spurious and unpleasant, and speaking loud and angry on his phone, I started up my car and drove slowly away to an area about sixty or seventy yards from there, parking right in front of the river park where again, no one was parked within three spaces of my car. Within one minute, another dark colored vehicle not only parks next to me and nobody gets out of it, but they park on a weird angle that made it nearly impossible for me to safely be able to back up and drive out of there. I had to sort of inch my way back and forth a yard here and there to allow myself to get into a safer angle where my rear would not hit their rear of our cars while doing so, and I know absolutely that this too was done to me absolutely intentionally. Again, I was able to get out of there, and I went to two different local stores after that. The first one was the local dollar store and the second one was the Save-A-Lot Food Store. There were some grocery items that I needed that only can be bought at these two places. The dollar store was all right, but when I got to the Save-A-Lot, I was set upon by more super loud music persecutors in another dark colored vehicle, this time a large van type of vehicle and again, it was loaded with AA peeps who not only blasted music, but both times that I passed their van going in to the store and then coming out of it, they waited for me to get really close to their van since it was parked where I had to walk right past it to get my shopping cart in and out of the store; and they would turn it way way up and there was no mistaking their illegal harassing behavior against me, and this was a continuing established pattern that started the minute that I left the police station and WAS UNABLE TO SPEAK TO THE DAMN COPS THERE due to this miserable rotten CORONAVIRUS situation! So this assault and MAJOR ELDER ABUSE ON ME began with the UTILITY DEATH STRIKE that effed up me' television show while watching the UP-CHANNEL yesterday morning, followed by the horrible prick next door to me blasting me out of my own legally paid for apartment; and then this ultra horrendous death siege of stalking and screwing with me while outside and trying to find a little peace and solace away from this enemy nabe from HELL with all of those things that were done to me. Obviously they always have a tracking device attached to me car, that's no big trick for the CIA-NSA-M2F to pull off. Then they always have stand-by FOOT SOLDIERS ready and available to carry out those missions of persecuting me while outdoors and this has been going on around me during major death sieges for many decades now. Also, any L&O TV-SHOW fans know how easy it is for the authorities working in tandem with these other agencies of the M2F such as the FBI or whoever, to follow your moves when you use bank cards and or credit cards or even store discount cards, as this all goes onto the internet, and they can follow us and they DO FOLLOW US, continually, WHEN THEY SO CHOOSE TO DO THIS!!! What a lovely nation I live in, oh world. America AUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, and SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, the news still shows me every single day, how no one is able to get this great unemployment help that the feds and Trump claim is so great, and that he is doing such a wonderful job with. I see people on my local Palm Beach TV channel news broadcasts every evening practically in tears saying they are losing their mind and their life. They always mix in some rosy things too to keep us all from going out and shooting each other I suppose, but we all know that life is beyond a nightmare, and so for me, if it is real damn bad for you, then you can totally know just how horrendous it is for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee freaking willagars! And of course, they have me so up set and screwed up that I totally forgot to do this new ANTI-FONDA thing that prevents this witch sleaze from nailing me with her ELEVENS-ASSAULT on me, and SHE JUST GOT ME AGAIN; AND TO QUOTE ME' OL' GIRLFRIEND FROM 1999, MIZZ HELEN ZEBRISKI, SHE GOT ME 'GOUUUUUUUUUD', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BROADCASTED BRO! Go screw yourself Mike Soft Corporation, and THANK-'UUUUUUUUUU', Mizz Sugar Hill Tits Chevy Chase, from wonderful Manhattan!!! Here is me' gol' darn fookin' compensation!!!

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There really and truly is no escaping this post 1993 DIGITAL FONDA ATTACK. This darn nightmare will obviously be with me to the day I expire and leave this rotten world behind. It is funny too, and screw your toothpaste Mike Soft; just how SSJKK Pink Goddess and her endless GASME-GAMES comes to mind in all of this. Just who exactly were all of those guests in this nightmare surrounding me yesterday, while I was outside, and attempting to escape my NABE FROM DOGTOWN, MISTER 605 MEXICO? Just who were these guests? I am really sitting in here now, trying to GUESS just exactly and precisely, the mechanics to what is going on around me, and has been since August of 1986, when this putrid nightmare all began against me, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????

When I came back to me' apartment yesterday, Monday, around three or so in the total disafsternoon, and was on the elevator with me' grocery bags; two other incidents happened. One is that I lost three and a half dollars in this criminal place of totally dishonest people. Somehow one of the four cold cuts that I had purchased at the Save-A-Lot Grocery Store, had fallen out of one of me' plastic bags that I was holding. I know I bought four of them, and my receipt also shows me that me' memory is quite accurate. But only three of the packages were in the bag, and I absolutely remember not only packing them into the bag, but also I remember very clearly that when I tied the bag up, I wondered if I shouldn't double bag it, because it looked like something could fall out, and sure enough, it did somewhere. That was a three dollar and fifty cent loss, that people such as me, on fixed incomes; just can't effen afford to lose, and I am extremely 'ticked off' and angry about it, lovely Annie-Amy Madigan Cornfields, mah'm! So cut me a break here Sir Kevin Costner, will ya, yo BRAHHHHHHH???????!!! Then the elevator stopped on the fourth floor and a Public Housing Maintenance Man was getting on, to also go up to one of the higher floors, as I was going to the sixth floor along with another group of peeps who also were going to me' same floor; and I spoke to him about me' major problem with Mister Mexico #605. I told him that I really miss the old Resident-Manager, Mizz Marotto because she did not permit loud sub-woofer playing in the apartments here, and now, the new management couldn't care less. I also told him that once it is after ten and the township noise ordinance kicks in, I won't hesitate to file charges against him in court, and that there is absolutely nothing that the PHA can do to stop me. He looked at me and didn't say one word to me, and I could care less what he was thinking. I know that they are his pals and I feel they are even behind all of this to get me out of here. I cannot leave until this global pandemic lessens and the state governor lifts the restrictions. Also I need to have my stimulus money or I cannot afford to do it, and to me' knowledge, I do not think I have received it, nor will I plan to receive it until I do receive it. I never believe anything UNTIL IT FREAKING HAPPENS, YO! The reason that I know it is because I SAW WITH ME' OWN TWO EYES, THE MAINTENANCE PEEPS HELPING HIM TO MOVE IN HERE WITH HIS FURNISHINGS, YO BROADCASTED BRO AND BRRRRRRRRR, SIR MIKE SUCKS CORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By the way, I totally forgot several blogs back, while I was discussing moving day, speaking of MOVING OUT OF ROTTEN PLACES AND ENDLESS FAMILY CURSES; that when me' mom and I were moving to the Linden Hill place in March of 1975, with lovely Patty helping us; yes I told you how her pal that looked exactly like Santa Claus was there, and in fact it was his truck, but also, another shipping company coworker was there. This was a dude named Steve. Mom and Steve and myself were all sitting in the back seat while Patty Hollister and Santa Claus were both in the front seat. I never like to say or blog anything in half truths. Also, the connecting dots to all things is quite major in other ways, despite me saying that the second smaller move-day where Mizz Joann Mitryk and her hubby Leon were also assisting us, was completely benign of strangeness. I say this because on that second moving day, not only were Leon and Joann Mitryk of Burlington, NJUSAESMWG there with my mom and I; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and BIG BUTT-but people yo; so also was their youngest son, Tony Mitryk. This was my pal at the NJNPI that I was forced to go to the K-COTTAGE there on the grounds of this psych facility for my sixth grade year of schooling, and all for only the gods know truly why. I never did anything criminal or had a judge sentence me to do any kind of court ordered time in psych hospital in lieu of some reform school. The only possible thing that caused this, besides my being an extremely rare in those times and days, overly hyperactive and imaginative child as they sometimes referenced me as, but that I wrote a wild story in 5^th grade, in the class of Misses Toretto, at the James Stoy Elementary School, of Haddon Township, NJUSAESMWG and also known as Westmont, New Jersey; where there was a lot of violence and mass shootings in it. In those times, this was indeed quite a wild story, but I never learned for absolute sure whether that was the reason for my suddenly finding me'self put out of regular public schooling systems, and then having to attend a place such as the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatrist Institute (NJNPI) for my 6^th grade schooling. Still, this was all before Patty Hollister did what she did back in July of 1969. This was in 1965, so I cannot blame lovely PHHH. However yo, I have no memory now of why me' mom asked the Mitryk's to help us to move the following day after Patty and Santa did all of the major stuff, or as we would say today, and it would be literally true in all of this; they did the really 'heavy-lifting'. Still, maybe some of the stuff just did not fit into Santa Claus's truck, and yes, I need to say Patty, Santa, and Steve; but maybe she only had time to make one trip and so then her friends from Burlington helped us on the following day to get all of the smaller items moved as well. I do remember some very large cardboard boxes being moved by the Mitryk's, so it wasn't just tiny little items. There is powerful connections in all of this to many hidden truths however, and time right now would not even begin to be sufficient for me to really get down and dirty into the trenches with all of this. So this can all be done later on, after I have moved out of this nightmare NON-PATTY HOLLISTER PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now I am going to quickly gloss over how this endlessly dot-connected cosmos was designed at the 7^th dimension, or as Morianity calls it, was designed Lawtronically. I was watching a 1975 re-run of that great old show, “Little House On The Prairie”, on the UP-CABLE-CHANNEL yesterday when this brutal assault on me all began. This was the episode for any loyal LHOTP-FANS, where Mizz Beedle's class in shool gave the children a leaf-collection contest where they collected all types of various leaves and the best collection would then win a prize. Towards the middle part of the show, Nellie Olson and Laura Ingels fell from the bank of a swift moving stream towards some rapids, and after they managed to get back on dry land, poof, out went the system and the rest of the show. But when the next following two-part show came on, the problem was fixed, and it was about a dying woman and the famous actress Mizz Patricia Neal played the part, and I need not go into any other plots of the show, because it is Mizz Neal that will be harped on here with the dots-connecting and endlessly forever James Redfield's Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS). This will get quite major, and it ties into two other fantastic television productions where lovely Mizz Patricia Neal also stared in, such as “The Day The World Stood Still”, and of course the forever loved later show of the late nineteen-sixties, “The Home coming”, and that show led to the famous TV-SHOW we all know and love and that's aired right now as re-runs, called, “The Walton's”, so go choke on that one, great Store-Owner SAM LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE and yessir Mike Soft, maybe even quite freaking absurd and WEEDEEKAWUSS YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I totally off base here lovely niece of Admiral Perry and former teenager-DQ-employee?

Dots, and their endlessly cosmic coded connections, AKA the JRSS, is the 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST' and most POWERFUL ITEM IN ALL THE WORLD, and FAR BEYOND THAT, in any and all realms that could ever possibly coexist with ours. In the older movie, the space movie, the mighty wonderful group called the Ancient Astronaut Theorists, AAT's for short; knows fully well that we could be all day, all night, and well into the week and very possibly beyond this week, if I should even think about attempting to really cover all or even most of the ground here with this fantastic movie that would most definitely excite myself and my daughter, even if nobody else, and that of course, surely ain't the case of course, but me' pernt needed to be made there; oh great wonderful Sir Archie Bunkerqueens, yo. So sticking with slightly easier stuff, but most definitely Sir Russ Thaxton and Latengrate Count Von Marcucci Shavecutter Sir, who both could testify that I am for REALE in al of these claims and statements made on me' 14+ year old blogging project; 'alien-oriented' when the AAT peeps use their concepts of altering and updating the more ancient term and word of GODS and replacing this with the newer age and more enlightened term of ALIENS. Yes, if SSJKK or lovely PINK GODDESS that surrounds our Physical Plane's Milky Way Galaxy, is not a GOD/ALIEN by these standards and terms of nomenclature; then who or what ever would be, yo BRRRRRRR? So forgetting for right now today, the older movie of 'TDTESS', and moving only onto lovely Mizz Neal's other non 'Mountainpen' great movie, where the 'F' letter and the 'M' letter can MOST DEFINITELY be endlessly interchanged and or transposed yo, in order to bring us another of her so many great movies and proofs of this woman's fantastic acting talents; but allow me for right now to just harp on that great late sixties production, “The Home Coming”. This was a powerful item in me' life while I was residing at the Oaklyn apartment called, “Dellway Arms” on Oakland Avenue. It all connected into and was totally a part of the chronology of the wild and beyond inconceivably incredible (CHAIN-STEAL-DREAM) given to me in middle December sometime in 1969, by the Almighty Pink Goddess, SSJKK, no doubt; huh Lenny McKinnon-601 CB-RADIO-MAN????????? Yes, the Home Coming Movie, with good ol' John Boy and mommy-Patty, and the famous line that will echo in history after she thought that her son had gotten as loaded as Russ Thaxton did that morning at me' apartment, and then he looked at her sadly and said in that unforgettable woebegone voice of his, “It's eggnog Ma”! I know I don't forget stuff, and I doubt that 700 damn years from now that I will, yo Williamstown Microsoft!!!!!!! That wild show, and that wild dream, where Sarah stole my MOTORCYCLE-CHAIN, and grabbed it out of my hand with earthshaking physical force, and then it really was gone when I woke up the following morning and looked for it in me' bedroom closet, as SHE TOLD ME TO DO after I awake, to see this for me'self, and I did; was something EVERY BIT AS HUGE IN ME' FAMILY LINE AS WAS WHAT HAPPENED ALSO IN THIS FAMILY TWO DAMN MILLENNIA EARLIER IN THE HOLY LAND, YO! Only the Almighty could pull off powerful stuff like that, and no SATAN could ever mask tricks this gargantuan, so read the darn Gospel of Mark; not this one but from long ago, and read the 3^rd CHAPTER all through real carefully, as guess what? America is right behind this curve too. Screw your damn toothpaste Mike Soft. Nothing divided against itself CAN STAND up forever, it will all crumble and fall. But getting back to the pernt at hand here, Sir Archie; and lovely impersonated queens and kings the world over and endless JRSS coinkeedinks toothpaste TOO: That movie, 'THC' was beyond a powerful connection in all of this, and not just due to a chronological item, although that in itself is quite major and large to say the very least in all of this.bootloader and in ALL OF THIS, MIKE TOOthpaste TOO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! But other stuff is just as huge and great in all of these things as well, me' BRAH! Whoever all of these weird MEN IN BLACK MILITUFORCE FOOT SOLDIERS really and truly are, such as the ones who came out of absolutely NOWHERE yesterday, to major big time effen screw with me while I was out; this is also a ll totally tied in and forever connected with all of these powerhouse Patricia Neal television and movie shows. Again, even further elaborating on just this smaller part of things without tying in Professor AI and the “TDTESS” movie with Mister “CARPENTER” no less, as in PINK GODDESS coming to me in early June of 1980 and giving me that musical line lyric of “Love is for carpenters” over and over again in her wild fantastic song; would take days and maybe weeks of endless typing, and who would read something larger than five effen bibles for the sake of the gods of the Astral Plane??????????????????????

THE END FOR NOW, AND STINKING TOO!

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION,

AND FEELING ANYTHING BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'

1:15 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY AFTERNOON

20 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I'VE BEEN UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!

THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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

CHAPTER 73

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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, APRIL 20, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 6:7

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FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

FBI; I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE!!!

SO I AM GOING TO SHORTLY BE KILLING MYSELF!

TODAY'S DEATH SIEGE BEGAN AT EXACTLY JANE WITCHBITCH THIS MORNING, AKA ELEVEN-ELEVEN OF THE CLOCK A.M. It is always now the precise SAME TWO THINGS BEING DONE TO ME IN TANDEM WITH ONE ANOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First the COMCAST CABLE was screwed with while I was attempting to watch a show on the UP-CHANNEL, and I got screwed out of seeing some of the show. Then at shortly past half past noon, the pig scum nabe from hell next to me, Mister 605-Mexico, began to BLAST HIS ROTTEN SUBS AT ME, and this is ongoing now nearly an hour later. This of course as we all know perfectly well, is a direct harassment given to me by TRUMPFORCE-SPACEFORCE-MILITUFORCE, and is all a part of the ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY to endlessly make the WALL STREET DOW JONES GO UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, and anyone who doubts this is a quintessential fool on steroids, cubed!

Well peeps, I didn't forget to scroll down to page 15, well ahead of time, and later on, I will just highlight the extra colored pages on the document and then hit me' ol' “DELETE” KEY to get rid of it. Sooner or later, he will blast me out after the Township Ordinance time, and then I'VE GOT HIM, and I WILL PRESS CHARGES, and I will claim in court that this total prick is most definitely PERSECUTING AND HARASSING ME, and also ask for criminal charges of ELDER ABUSE to be added to my complaint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have recently gone to me' 'comments page' on the blog as I do maybe twice per year or so, and would like to respond to the general pool of them as best as I am able, for the most part. I very much appreciate any and all of them, may I first state for the record. I always seem to forget with my life in ENDLESS CRISIS, that I do in fact get comments, and I simply forget to go up and look at them. My bad, as the new age expression goes. Thank you so very much for allowing me the opportunity to in any tiny wee way, of enlightening, entertaining, and or educating anyone ever, as to the many hidden things going on around all of us; with me perhaps merely being more sensitive to them, due to this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE that I've been under since the day I was either born, or very very young. If I can ever help anyone in any small or larger way, then I did not totally suffer here on the Earth, in vein, in the human persona of Mark Wayne Mohr. But I wish to respond to one particular commenter, and also admit that I will reexamine some of my own thinking, as a result of your kind and questioning words to me. I am not in any way angry at being extra sensitive, and thereby becoming privy to so many things in the cosmos as a direct result. I am only upset as anyone would be, with my endless persecution and harassment. Maybe peeps somehow just don't, or maybe just can't really ever get that truth, but then, maybe I too am missing something. Maybe it is also possible that I do under-appreciate my 'gifts' as many seem to think of them as. It is because I have always wanted a normal life, and cannot ever seemingly be allowed to have that small desire. I don't ask for big money or a wonderful super goddess for a wife, humanly anyway; but I do crave normalcy, and even though these words and blogs reflect that to be a major lie, that is what is meant by that ever-great word “misunderstanding”, I suppose, and that is why so many misunderstandings happen throughout the world and time. My words would indicate some wild dude who loves aliens, and demons, and occult things, and monsters, and crazy religions; and you name it. But that is not true. I would sell me' soul to the devil to make this all stop around me today, and I mean that. Just for the rest of my life to be in peace, and away from all of this; I would go to hell willingly forever, after that. Please don't doubt those words.

Not that anybody could of course, but if anyone thinks they have the ability or formula for trading places with me, I'll prove to them how foolish that would be ANY TIME and ANYWHERE, should they ever contact me, and tell me they have some magical way of doing that. My telephone number is 772-489-8625. I do not answer phones that my caller ID box does not show me that I know them, so if someone calls me; show me who you are by placing on your caller-ID system, something I would know from a blog-viewer, the great Robin Hill Apartment #, my blog name, or something I would be able to read off of me' caller box, to know that I am not answering the phone to some persecuting idiot, or illegal creditor.

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 APRIL 20, 2020 DAY, WITH MAJOR HORRENDOUS NOISE PERSECUTION FROM MY ENEMY 605 NABE FROM HELL, AND FINANCIAL OPPRESSION SIEGE, 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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I may be calling the police, and try and get them to have this incredibly loud music NOISE lowered a little bit, as this is beyond major bad and is total absolute DEATH SIEGE ON ME. Something HUGE must be going on up there in NYNY on WALL STREET.

Yeah, they LOST NEARLY 600 PERNTS, ARCH!

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SUNDAY, APRIL 19, 2020

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WANING CRESCENT 5:7

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If I had a burning desire to keep the atheists of this world really happy, I would do a blog that was worded as this following paragraph will be, and for reasons that also keep me a wee tiny bit less miserable, I toothpaste TOO wish to do same; so here we gooooooooo, as my 'musical project' said many many many years back into time. Mike Soft and these silly word ad ons are driving me crazier than an entire forest of nut trees for crying out louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!! And speaking of loud music, I had to put up with the dirt bag next door again yesterday afternoon, and the story there is not so much what he did, but how it followed the exact happening of something else that as totally major, that in ordinary circumstances, this penis eater would simply have absolutely no Earthly way of knowing about, but the JRSS 'coincidence' of it is beyond unmistakable or undeniable, and the following paragraph after this one is where we'll be touching on the details to that pile of misery from Saturday, yesterday, “MISTER MARCUCCI”; whether or naut 'they' will ever place or put me in the flip sided movies someday, as a result of this now 14-+YEAR Morianity project, that actually began early in the year of 1995, while I was residing at the now globally somewhat famous HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let us pretend that we all live on a world or a realm where no one was ever visited by any so called forces or gods or GOD, in any way ever, and people have absolutely no concept of the idea of any of that, sort of a true HEAVEN for the atheists. Now, for arguments sake only, we still have the Mountainpen in this made up PHASE-4 realm since nothing can ever be made up, so this concept that I'm examining right now, is truly some entity who astrally is attempting to create this for itself to then interact in and has failed, due to the very trustworthy system that my Morianity has labeled as “Lawtronics”. Anyway and in moving on here with this, I am here and I am having this same thing happening all around me. Now with no concept of religion, organized or secretly practiced, and no gods or GOD or whatever, as my old pal Sir Andrews said so often to me back in the year of 1975; I never had a James Tiberius Burr come into me' life at some computer school in 1973's great hot summer time in New Jersey, to preach to me about the great LORD JESUS CHRIST OR GOD ALMIGHTY, OR SALVATION, or any of this; as none of this exists in this imaginary realm of this part of recently created PHASE-FOUR 'astrallity made physical', or to use the great Professor AI's formula, without any talent shows, special coded messages for secret father's to read, or endlessly occurring James Redfield JRSS Synchronicity Syndromes; and use it in its inverse truth; astrallity made physical or M=E/C SQ, and so even if I had gone to the PCI Computer School in 1973 to learn computer programming on the now ancient museum machines that were known then as the International Business Machine System 360; and even if I had met a strange dude named Jim Burr, the religious part of the equation would simply vanish out of the compared equation. All of this said, and perhaps a ton or more of other unsaid stuff that is all totally pertinent to the topic at hand here, in this shadowy realm of Phase-4, where this other shadowy figure of Mountainpen just may exist, and be reachable through someone's wild nightmares after they had too much ice cream, pizza, and beer at some college fraternity or other slightly more adult party where the liquors flow quite loosely; and then go home and fall onto their couch and crash out; and then kaboom; we now will explore the way that I over there, just may be wording some type of a similar form of online Morianity: For one thing, I'd be saying stuff along the lines of, “I absolutely know beyond any doubt based solely on my life's experience of many many darn decades of human life and time; that there is some invisible thing or force in this surrounding cosmos out there beyond our world where we live and walk on, that does indeed appear to be engaged in some weird type of games with all of us, and especially those whom some sort of established gaming system has for whatever the reason, become originated somewhere, taken a strong foothold with a person, and then the longer it goes on and the more intense the person gets caught up into this game or whatever it truly is that's happening, the worse it gets, just as if it is some sick animal who is starving, and then by doing these reactions to what it is doing first to us or to me, it seems to then grow and literally be fed just as food feeds people, and if I had to guess, it is like some invisible type of energy is literally feeding this force or thing, whatever it is, and it definitely appears to be enjoying 'some type of diseased and crazy sick endless GAME'! Before moving on any further, AND SPEAKING OF GASME-GAMES AND JRSS, I tried desperately hard to avoid seeing JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE FONDA, AND HER ENDLESS ASSAULT OF ONES-GROUPINGS ON ME, THAT SYMBOLICALLY REPRESENT 'BOTBAR' FOR ME, AND SHE WON AGAIN, NO MATTER WHAT I DID TO TRY AND PREVENT HER WICKED WITCH ASSAULT ON POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT LITTLE HELPLESS GASH DARN ME, Linda!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, AND YES A GREAT BIG BUTT-BUT HERE PEOPLE; I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO BEAT THIS WITCH WOMAN AT HER OWN 'GAME' NOW, AND THIS SHOULD GET RID OF ME' DARN PROBLEM PERMANENTLY; SO HA-HA-HA-HA-HA AFTER THIS DATE, ON THE GREAT CALENDAR OF TIME, FOR THE POOR-POOR PATHETIC INNOCENT MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!

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All I have to do, is when I get to page 8 or 9, every time I write a blog on my open-office system; I hit my enter-key and keep it held down until five pages or so are filled. Much much later on in the blog, I merely highlight it all, and delete it away. No More Ugly Puss Jane Fonda for me, THANK-UUUUUUUUU! Why you perpetrated that horrible attack on me Jane in the spring of 1993 at that darn Atlanta, Georgia, USA ballpark, only your conscience and the Almighty PINK GODDESS will truly ever know?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for endlessly seeing the clock and other digital crap that displays groupations of ONE-DIGITS, there ain't much I can do about seeing Jane's face digitally represented over and over, other than to wretch and puke on a daily basis and remember a famous line spoken at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartment in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, by me' wonderful visiting father when he drove up to Jersey from Florida, and he said at the dinner table upon several occasions, “Well, another meal ruined”, after I would do something or say something really bad, I suppose. I don't remember what I could have said or done that was so horrible, sort of like poor little Merry a decade later when she did something really bad and Patty told hr that she couldn't go out with her friends on the upcoming HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes a small Death Angel pass-by at 7:02 this MOUUUUUURNING, on me right side, yo! He's recently taken a lot of peeps to Purgatory (the Astral-Plane) all over this Earth-Planet, and now the death toll in America,thanx to genius Trump is more than 30K. Money-money-money, how I'll always hear that song blaring into me' ear, at least metaphysically, every darn rotten time I am 'fawced' to see his miserable face on the TV-news; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was watching some television yesterday afternoon and suddenly I just happened to tune into a really wild infomercial with an attorney from Manhattan who was discussing a very taboo subject, but one of very powerful and REALE consequence to me for crying out louder than any loudspeakers! After I watched this show, and you all know that I never listen to music or television with speakers. They're always muted out and I use very nice HEADPHONES, that my ex-son in law used to advertise for, 'Mister Count non-Marcucci Von Dracula'!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

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So Mister dirtbag 605-Mex had absolutely no way of knowing, or no natural or Earthly way of knowing anyway, that I had just seen a mind blowing infomercial on me' TV set, yo! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and a great big BUTT-but here folks; as soon as it ended and I switched to another channel, POW, on went his blaring noisy subs from DOGTOWN for a couple of hours or so, yo!!!!! Yes if Debra Moratto were still managing the property, she would have stopped this. She agreed with me that loud sub-woofer playing in apartments SHOULD BE TOTALLY OUTLAWED, and at least made to be against the rules of apartment system by township ordinances all over the nation. Some day they may be, and I look forward to that day, even though hopefully, I'll be long out of this horrible country by then, or maybe if lucky, out of this world completely and ON the ASTRALPLANE of existence, or in real truth, my dream would be over as the current me persona and I of course always exist in a timeless Astral-Purgatory!!!!!!!!!! Still folksingers and FOLKS out here and Mister Microsoft Corporation; me' pernt here is that the persecution on me was followed after I saw something beyond HUGE and REALE on me' silent TV set, and yet, poof, I was struck with what I've called, since the end of the nineteen-eighties, when our 37^th president was in office; “An immediate counterattack” because he used to so often say on news broadcasts after some foreign enemy did something against the United States, “We of course launched an immediate counterattack”. I 'never ever ever never' forget ANYTHING, LOVELY DIANA ROSS, and especially when it is all interconnected into my NIGHTMARE ENDLESS FAMILY 'HUNTINGTON CURSE'!!!!! Yes, “someday”, well on the Astral Plane, Lightning will always be with me, and I am Ricktafarius from Ricktown in Province Olympia. So whether of NAUT I call Joe Friday or Jack Webb on the '713', or the '714'; I will always be an hour late that night back in middle late September in 1983, and nothing can be done about that, Mister Ernie Merker of RPL!!!!!!!!

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18 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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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!

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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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 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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