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TITLE OF THIS BLOG:

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

CHAPTER #83

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

© MARK WAYNE MOHR URL 2006

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 29, 2020

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There are many many things that nobody totally understands. The biggest hidden truths that some powerful incredible invisible HALLS FAWCE doesn't want any of you to see or really understand EVER, is the fact that our physical brain is an instrument that is dividing our true conscious-being by the speed of light squared, or the same truth as saying in Purgatory, we are slowly losing energy over a virtually infinite period, and then we pop out into this, whatever this is. It is not really us going out to here, but us making this what it has become in some sort of organized programmed system that we all agree on, astrally. When in Purgatory, we have interactions. They are literally one and the same as our 'thoughts' of anything. It is not created by them, it merely IS the exact same thing. We in our true isness of being, are nothing but the true force's pieces. We all are parts of this GOD as you all call it, or this one god. We all lose energy at some point and need to recharge so to speak. So we fall out into this CREATION. But I know for absolute sure that this GOD is a gigantic GAME-PLAYING entity, that loves to play zillions of endless countless games, and us here on this one whittle world is just one of HER zillions of countless GASME-GAMES. But looking at this from a material point of view, I know as sure as I sit here, there is no god or positive force who cares one fucking iota about any of us, and there never was. I also know beyond any doubt that there is indeed some monstrous evil horrendous FAWCE that means us all NOTHING BUT HEARTACHE AND MISERY AND AGONY, and can bullshit all of us who haven't used the great ancient FASCITAR to see it all for themselves. Yes there is a SATAN, but I promise you all, there is NO GOD,not the way you think of. It can and it does become all sorts of things for all of us. For me, she has become PINK GODDESS SSJKK, my great Astral Teen-Queen, and yes, she can and will become anything for everyone in her great capitol city of the entire Purgatory, but the entire thing is just one huge mother fucking worthless balloon hoax when all is said and done in a vigintillion to the googalplex power of eons. Nothing but nightmares and horror is endlessly surrounding all of us, and it is all hopeless and pointless to the power factor of mother fucking infinity! Patty Hollister was the main character that MIGHTY VIQUEEN Jewelly White used, who resides right here in this goddamn one particular locale in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. The nightmare in Atlantic City, the chain steal deal, Russell Thaxton and the BOOK OF THE BEACH, and the 1983 choking in Atco, the final second death of Cherry Hill that took me to endless DOE, (Dogtown On Earth), all of this was organized by Julia White the great Head Viqueen of lovely teen goddess SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. All of these things led me to that strange 153 day experience all inside of that one wild incredible nightmare-dream in 1986 where I never ever woke up from, and now I reside right here in this alternate locale, wherever this fucking crazy nightmare shit truly is, and Mister Carter knows it only too well, at least in that other locale where he completely agreed with me that time when I said to him in that other Atlantic non-Harrah Casino City, “I'm dead Mister President”. He then instantly responded back to me with his bright glaring eyes staring into my face like two burning mother fucking stars, “I know”! Well, in any event ladies and gentlemen of this world, wherever this world really truly is and you all know now we have to really wonder; that great old song from back where I used to exist and the song has definitely followed me here into this new reality as have most things also, that contained those incredible lyrics of magic about “Life going on long after the thrill of living is gone”, and talks about those two characters, Jack and Diane. Yessir, if I ever figure it all out, I promise I'll mother fucking clue in everybody, even lovely Mizz Kimmy Wildechords and any other American kids!!!!!

Here is what happened back early on yesterday, Tuesday mother fucking morning. I was awakened around six in the dark early day with a mother fucking cockroach crawling on me in my sleep. That always gets the cunt eating day going with a negative dick licking bang. Then the da went to hell. Then about two hours or so give or take after I posted up my previous blog, Mister mother fucking jerk off 605-MEXICO-TURD blasted his music at me, starting twenty minutes after the close of the stock market in Manhattan. The DJIA was down by a little over 32 points, so I needed to be ICPE-APE-TECH PERSECUTED, so that it will FLY UP FUCKING AGAIN TOMORROW, and just you watch all you 'wovewee' folks out here, because it MOST DEFINITELY WILL!!!!! Still, as Perry White would say on that wonderful original SUPERMAN show from the nineteen-fifties, “Not by a long-shot” does this complete all of the mother fucking shit from yesterday's cunt huffing HELL ON STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SIR MORTIMER MORTINO HAS BEEN BEYOND SUPER FUCKING CUNT ANNOYING THE PAST FEW DAYS AGAIN, and I mean this death angel prick has been buzzing all over me like a swarm of mother fucking honey bees that have absolutely nothing to do with me' kid's fan club, me' peeps!!!! I mean this shit is beyond mother fucking BRUTAL, YO BRAH!!!!

But there are a lot more fucking turd sucking things that happened yesterday that need some blog work here. Every time that I have a spurious and unpleasant event happen to me as soon as I get the door to go anywhere as I did yesterday, it always is followed by a TOTALLY DISATROUS FUCKING TIME, and yesterday morning was absolutely no goddamn fucking exception to that rule whatsoever, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! This fucking prick who looked like it could have been that very same mother fucking African American young male bastard prick from the park last week near the Indian River with his cellphone who parked right in my face and walked right at me before then walking right up to me while I sat in my car; hailed the same elevator that I was on yesterday morning. I am on the sixth floor, and it stopped on the fifth floor. Nobody was getting on or was anywhere around when the doors opened, so I pushed the button to resume its path down to the ground level of the building. Suddenly, this prick, again on a cellphone, boarded it, looked at me, and then walked off again. I managed to then close the doors and resume my trip, but I totally knew that things would be bad after that, because every single time something like that happens right away that is very spurious and or totally annoying, pow, bang, zoom, Jackie Gleason moon trips with Alice Kramdon; things go very bad for me, and sure as shit eating fucking hellfire, THEY WENT REALLY REALLY BAD FOR ME AS YOU ALL KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is an even weirder and huger thing to report from yesterday, peeps, yo, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you know, I was blogging about the 1118 Linden Hill Apartment that I resided in from March 1, 1975 through the early autumn somewhere of that same year, over the past several blogs. I discussed in a kidding way, the strobing light and the nightmare that I had when I fell asleep for a short time one night at my Cifaloglio job, and suddenly I was back there and the maintenance crew was suddenly running up the stairwell towards my apartment and three other ones both on the second level, and they had weird flashlights, and they appeared to be strobing and flashing on and off. Then I suddenly awakened to find DIANA'S LOVELY MOON literally starring right at me. She had risen and she was totally full, and there she was, right in my face, and her moonlight must have woke me up. When I went to go to me' fucking bathroom yesterday and turned on the light, the fucking left side florescent bulb began to malfunction, and now it is endlessly strobing and or flashing and blinking. The right side still has a working bulb so it does not go from total darkness to light, but rather, it seems to just be in an endlessly strobing rhythm. I've lived here just over nine years now, and it is time for a light to go out, but I have had florescent bulbs in rooms all my life and they have worn out, but never have I seen a strobing action before as it is doing now. HA-HA-Ha miserable rotten fucking witchbitch Jane Notfondauonebit, yo, YOU MISSED ME, Mizz goddamn Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, that was a close shave, oh razor dad dream bleed-over noise TSE from 1965; so allow, grant, and permit me the permission pweeeeeeeeeeze folks, to cunt phlegm rape with me' wonderful groupation of FIVES!!!!!!

TANKS PEEPS, AND A HUGE ASS B-O-O-M!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS HORRENDOUS DAY OF APRIL 28, 2020, WITH HORRIBLE ALL DAY PERSECUTION AND MAXED OUT FULL POWER AGAINST UNIT 605 MISTER MEXICO, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

Yes people, I fully believe there is a powerful witch, but no Joe the electrician and naut the plumber Sir President Obama; at the Jefferson Street MAFCO JOB back in 1980, not from ATLANTIC CITY, but rather from a parallel universe in the vast 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Her name I believe is Mizz Jewelly White, who also goes by JULIA. How many times IN DREAMS, folks out here; do people go out of their way with you, to SPELL THEIR NAMES, such as Mizz White and the great SSJKK, in December of 1969, when she went out of her way to spell her last name or surname of “KRASSLE”??????? Just wondering folksingers, and Microsoft Corporation FOLKS as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Three more fucking annoying death angels, or a total of eleven since starting this blog, have struck me now, most of them om me' right side, and only a couple on me' left side.

As I said, and now reiterate because it's of major dam importance: Using the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was before you went.

Here is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying, “screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and shit.

Lay down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet. If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews! Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff, such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.

STEP ONE OF FOUR:

You need to feel divinely blissful. In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet solitude; you must learn to daydream. Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally of course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar, but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So find something in your life that totally tops your number ten list for things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach the end of step-1, we move onto step two.

STEP TWO OF FOUR:

This is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully. You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller. Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell, (body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long, but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT TEN TMES! Once you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.

STEP THREE OF FOUR:

This also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly 6 TIMES. This is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined, whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to command your astral-body to leave you and go on that imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past 3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and other situations. Once you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.

STEP FOUR OF FOUR:

This is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise, will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly, and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound, that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just like all of you do. But you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR to make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self (astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point, this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed, straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or (HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well. Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility meter!

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YARRRR MAITEES, MY FUCKING EARS ARE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING HAT, PATTY HOLLISTER.

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31

AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30

OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31

NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31

JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30

FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34

MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31

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12:02 POST MERIDIAN

TUESDAY, APRIL 28, 2020

MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR'S BLOGS, “THE BOM”

CREATED IN EARLY JANUARY OF 2006

TITLE OF THIS BLOG:

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

CHAPTER #82

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

© MARK WAYNE MOHR URL 2006

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

TUESDAY, APRIL 28, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WAXING CRESCENT 6:7

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Okay, once we gain mother fuckign knowledge about shit that is going on in our lives, indeed just as the old saying goes, Mister mathematician David Leigh Cooley-Hall Smith of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG sir; it is power, and adding in your cute little Mister Nemoy Spock Star Trek hating extra footnote just to make it all complete, and I quote you sir, “Knowledge with FEELING, is POWER! Well, with or without the mother fucking feeling peeps; and I am loaded with a whole cunt huffing bunch of nasty feelings right up about now yo; here exactly is what is goddamn happening, and here is why the stock market took off Friday afternoon, after being down all Friday fucking cunt morning, and is STILL RACING UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP, ME' LOVELY ARM BREAKING POWERHOUSE 1997-1999 GINA; AND STRAIGHT TO THE GODDAMN OUTER FUSION REACTORS THAT WE ALL SEE AND LOVE AT NIGHT, AKA THE STARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THIS, WUVWEE OPRAH WINFREY LAND OWNER OF 1983, AND FAR-FAR BEYOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Halls fucked up Fawces do many things. They persecute, they wreck and ruin, they demolish people's entire lives, they annoy, they confuse, obfuscate and muddle, they tease and bully, and they are more insane than any crazy human who ever walked the surface of this fucked up planet, and yes STAR TREK MISTER SPOCK, nutty and crazy and insane or not; THEY DO INDEED AS YOU SAID ON THAT SHOW WITH THE SINGING GARDEN OF EDEN SEARCHERS; “HAVE A GOAL”. That goal is admitted to quite openly in Christian scriptures, and it has a name: “THE LIAR and the DESTROYER”!!!!!!!!!!!! They also call it the devil and or SATAN-LUCIFER, and on and on. I call it the MILITUFORCE ENEMY OF MOUNTAINPEN, AND YES, the enemy of everybody else too, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS FUCKING CUNT BUTT-BUT PEEPS; with everybody else, it works somewhat differently, and I know that for a total fact, and it's based on one powerhouse statement made to me back in 1979, by a born-again Christian, who resided in Gloucester City, NJUSAESMWG, by the name of Sir James Tiberius Burr. He said to me, “Satan won't even let you sin”, and THAT violates two SUPER FUCKING CUNT POWERFUL SCRIPTURES, IN A WAY THAT NO MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN CHRISTIAN ON THIS FUCKING MISERABLE ROTTEN PLANET CAN EVER RATIONALLY OR SUCCESSFULLY BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN TO ME; which also means by the way, that if one lie is in the BIBLE anywhere, then the entire thing has a huge deception about it all, no matter how many mother fucking believers may want to look me up right now and totally absolutely fucking KICK MY PUNY OLD LITTLE PATHETIC ASS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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Don't EVER people, allow this one blog to go to the back burner pile just because trying to escape truth is merely too goddamn fucking unpleasant. We may as well keep shit as real as it is, or we may as well just jump off of a cunt lapping cliff right now, and sing Howdy-Doody-Time on the way down, while hand jobbing ourselves, and farting away! This is powerful fucking shit, and Jim Burr and his Pentecostal friends and fiends back in those cunt eating nineteen-seventies times, and shit he said to me after being with me, and experiencing first hand this MILITFORCE SHIT ON AND AGAINST ME, is just too powerful to ignore, in or out of dream realms of great tasting raspberries; and the kind of raspberries I always enjoyed are probably why I cannot ever get sick OR DIE, but we can leave the mother fucking great old sewers of France out of this blog for right now, yo BROadcasting BRO and Mike Jerkoff Soft CORPORATION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I knew when I did not hear from my doctor both at end of bizz Friday as well as yesterday-Monday yo, that something was not kosher as the great Hebrew Chosen Race would put things here. I drove over and had a really bad 25-experience, Doctor L. S. D. Hoffman, sir. Yessir, good old Doctor Jar hates to write notes for peeps, and it was torture just to get one jury duty excuse. The next time, I just braved up last August, and I nearly died of a mother fucking heart attack. I live in a horrible evil fuckign country. I LOVE THE GODDAMN CHINESE PEOPLE AND HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR ONE OF THEM THA N I HAVE FOR THE ENTIRE UNITED STATES POPULATION, and here is why: They don't throw old people away like trash or mistreat them. They believe they have earned respect and they GIVE THEM THAT FUCKING CUNT RESPECT THERE IN CHINA,AND I LOVE FUCKING CHINA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO AND I HATE THIS EVIL EMPIRE OVER HERE CALLED AMERICA. I TRULY FUCKING CUNT DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you are sick and old they still expect you to serve on juries and if you try and get out of it, they threaten to take away your drivers license. They use the philosophy that if you';re too sick to do jury duty, you shouldn't be safe to drive. At least this is how RED STATE FLORIDA is set up to operate, BRAHHHH!!!! Let's march right along here and without any magical early eighties tunes written by Mountainpen that at the time, was beyond fucking dick licking clueless to the power of that 'GITYA' song; oh lovely fucking Debby Harry and gal-pal #1801 RHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not only did I have a wicked rotten time at the doctor's office, just for asking for what used to be considered a common courtesy from our doctors to perform, back when I was a young man, but alas peeps; TIMES KEEP CHANGGGG-JEN, & with or without any online universities, or oldie dumb songs of the nineteen-sixties, yo yo yo yo me' damn BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was told that times have changed and doctors won't “lie for patients any more”, an dI did not appreciate being thought of by professionals who my Humana Insurance Company PAYS LOTS OF GOOD MONEY TO FOUR TIMES ANNUALLY,as a goddamn mother fucking LIAR!!!!!!!!!!! It is no lie. Loud sub-woofer sound does elevate the heart rate of people living next to it, as the already subsonic sound is further Doppler lowered through the material of the wall. But they were not hearing any of it, and told me to go join the party and not to be such a killjoy. I told them I am an old man of nearly 66 years of age and I am not one bit interested in that kind of utter nonsensical shit, and all they did was keep riding me and mistreating me. I plan to write a letter to HUMANA to complain. I hate doing it because I will have to drive much further to any other doctor in this wasteland of Fort Pierce where nobody wants to practice professional arts because it is just a poverty stricken fucking worthless hellhole here. There are a few areas of wealth in this town and county,some high rises at the beach and a few other places, but for the very most part, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA is one GREAT BIG MISERABLE ROTTEN WORTHLESS FUCKING GHETTO, so why would any decent lawyers or doctors want to practice in the area for crying out mother fucking louder than pelicans in a dental chair?????????? Well, so now we know why the stock market did what it did Friday afternoon, don't fucking we, great people out here, yo? Between my hell-nabe Mister 605-Mexico and his sub-woofer shit, and then not being able to get a doctor note, that I always could get all my life in New Jersey, and was never called a liar for asking for one; but yes, so now we know, and yessir Mister fucking Cooley-Hall DLS Smith sir, “Knowledge, with or without the feeling, is absolutely POWER. Without understanding and knowing why junk is happening around us, then the damn shit all over appears so goddamn fucking mysterious around us, but then when it gets all cleared fucking cunt up, POOF; it all begins making total sense BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the final laugh ladies and gents out here of my Blogaudian-ship, is on them and for once, it ain't on mother fucking little pitiful ME (Mountainpen), yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRR! I am living here in this NON Patricia Hollister or Public housing BUILDING, WITHOUT A FUCKING LEASE. Whether this was planned or whether the virus and global pandemic shituation was all part of it as I don't think it was, but be it any case whatsoever yo; month after month went by when usually and normally in middle January, I get my notice of annual re-certification from the Public Housing Authority, and this time, it never came, and then boom, the virus and then nothing, I am simply living here, and still paying my same 2019 rental amount despite a Social Security increase. So when I move out of this hellhole after Governor Desantis lifts the restrictions to where things can open back up enough to where I can go to trailer parks and get moved into somewhere else; I will send them a certified letter saying the date that I am out of here and then if they want to sue me, go ahead, as I am here without a lease which means I am on a mother fucking month to month basis. So not getting the doctor note won't hamper my legally leaving here and getting away from these horrible PHA enemies from HELLISHNESS-HELL-DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!

They treated me like I was a thirty year old man and not the old man that I am, over at the doctor place late this morning. Why would anybody my age be told to fucking go joina noisy party or to quit being such a buzz-kill. It makes absolutely no sense what I go through in this mother fucking life, NONE WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Hey, call me mother fuckign cunt lapping paranoid folks if you wanna' yo, but I know that ME' ENEMY-M2F PEEPS (MILITUFORCE) got to me' mother fuckign doctor and his peeps, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Then when I left me' doctor's shithole by the mother fucking Hotel Eagles California Hospital of Fort Pierce, that is AKA the HEC HOSPITAL or the Lawnwood Regional Horse-Pistol, I drove to me' local PUBLIX for a few whittle grocery staples, some soups and frozen veggies and also some more Mountain Dew sodas that I love so goddamn much, and I also needed some hair conditioner, a quart of milk, and a ten-pack of Ivory-Soap bars. When I drove back again to me' non Patricia Hollister Building or PHB; thatsame teasing jerk off scum sucking prick airplanethat I call the “TEASE-PLANE' got me as I parked and got out of me' fuckign cunt car with me' goddamn grocery bags. I cal this the tease plane because usually it is right there above me to tease me, saying, “HA-HA” ya' little jerk fucking off Mountainpen”. This is because THEY or the MILITFORCE knew quite well since THEY were the ones to create the situation, but they knew I was unable to get me' dirt bag doctor to give me a noise-health-note. The plane went over the parking lot of this building at approximately ten minutes shy of eleven this cunt eating fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, traveling from the northeast towards the southwest. Believe me people, I know that exactplane. It is there every single time just about when they need to flex their klittle muscles of major Trump-Immaturity, and go 'HA-HA' to me. I've seen this happen now for nearly four decades so don't you think by now folks that I would be able to put a very fucking basic dick licking 2+2=4 together for crying out louder than a thousand speakers?????!!!

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COUNTERSTRIKE OF 1:00 PM, ON 28 MARCH, 2020:

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, WITH MAXEDE OUT FULL POWER AGAINST WHOEVER HAS MADE MY ENTIRE 2020 YEAR BEYOND FUCKING PUTRIDLY MISERABLE, 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!!!!!!!!

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

WOW-WOW-WOW LOVELY OPRAH WINFREY, even the endless dot connecting JRSS has your lovely picture smack dab right in the middle of it all, yo lovely lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, I will be telling some shit real soon that I will most likely DIE FOR TELLING, or will I? I have had MAJOR DEATH ANGEL ATTACKS ON ME NOW ALL YEAR LONG,ANDTHE PAST SEVERAL DAYS IS REALLY FUCKING BAD AGAIN. When I got to me' doctor this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING around half past ten or so and went through TOTAL DOGTOWN THERE, I had me' temperature taken at the door, and it was 95.9 degrees, a fairly routine morning temperature for me. But me' temp does swing in a vely vely vely non-McDowell range for any and all wild male nurses all over the place since early in the nineteen-sixties; and yessir/mah'm, folks, and fucking Microbursts and Microsoft Folksingers as well; I normally get up to it around 94 and by very late into the day it canrange as high as well over 100. This hugely wide swing is due to a metabolic condition that has been with me since I have been 28 anda half years of fucking age in early June of 1983. This is indeed, me' lovely Sabrina Collins of Collinsport fictional Maine-USA, “where it all began”, to quote lovely you, so beware of those damn werewolves, as we are only about ten days now from another gorgeous full moon. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and totally 1967 and 1968 July's Summer Camp, WEEDEEKAWUSS. You were not even born lovely mizz Perry, so please do not beat me up at the DQ, and tell lovely Taylor that her teasing advertisement 'wasn't too Swift', as me' latengrate pal would have said it back in the nineteen-nineties, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh those kissed frogs and bank VP's, and distant cousins. I speak of course of the great hubby of me' mom's first cuzz, the almighty SIR Heinz Gottwald of 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, NYUSAESMWG!!!

And then came Cooley 'HallOWEENTOWN' HALL, oh mighty goddamn Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker, sir. If lovely misses Marola hadn't absolutely insisted that year of 1969, that I be in that stupid ass school play, then I would have arrived on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at a completely different time, and most likely would NEVER HAVE HEARD LOVELY SARAH NEECY KRASSLE say to those friends of her people, who came zooming down the street in their car and parked outside of her shop there, “Your friends are in the shop”. Why is this so damn important, you wonder? Just know for right now peeps, that it is very damn important; just as when she said that other thing on that same street, to either Paula King, or one of her gal-pals there, “I'm darker than you are”. As for misses Marcucci, I only had her as my 'educator' for a few days that week in very early January of 1970, when her hubby was feeling a bit under the weather, or maybe it was just under the tunnels of great Liverpool, England; huh there Lizzy-queen? So just who is the MILITUFORCE, and just why do they hate me so much, and just what about me are they so goddamn mother fuckign afraid of, that they had to dedicate THIS MUCH ENERGY AND TIME in attempting and succeeding may I add, in wiping out my entire fucking life for CRISSAKE?????? Here comes one of their fave fucking hacks here SHERIFF; the (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo yo yo kind sir!!!!!!!! Yes maybe I am a long ways from HOME back in the DAMN Purgatory yo, but Misses Marcucci, at least I am not hurting anybody for crying out loud, or even surfing the beaches of great shoreline hills with FONTY!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking hacker has just struck me with a new fucking MARGIN-HACK that is breaking up my shit into unwanted paragraphs, yo. This is just about SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR NOW! Here comes a low flying airplane outside of me' ol' fucking winder, yo, at just shy of a quarter to one this goddessdamn afternoon; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane sir, just what is this all about on Tennessee Avenue, with that lovely magical teenager SARAH, in the year of 1969?

“Your friends are in the shop”.

“I'm darker than you are”.

Yes, those two great sentences, and then in the coming future inverse year of 1996, where the last two digits of those twentieth century years are reversed; most definitely appear to have a magical quality to them for many powerful and awesome reasons that will all be explored in future Morianity, because the third sentence spoken from HER, PINK GODDESS, within my earshot; was spoken to me in another location, despite it being on Tennessee Avenue. This third time, in the inverse year of 1996; SHE said to me, “Let's play a game called Guess The Name Of The Guests”. Rapped up in all three of these things, is all the truth in cosmos. Why do I say that? Well, I will tell you the truth people. Because, ---------------------------------------------. I simply don't fucking know why, but I absolutely do know that it is the TRUTH.

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

Just as Lightning Goddess Diana told me inside of my mind, while I was in my bathtub one morning at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; that I could apply something called PARALLEL EVENT to the three outside betting parameters of the game of ROULETTE; and make money despite their more than five and a quarter percent legal edge or vigorish as the gambling world calls it; and some use the shortened word of house-vig or just 'VIG'; I too am being told and have been told this over and over for nearly the entire time that I have had these blogs up on the mother fucking internet. When a person totally just knows something, without any logical reason behind it; there are a selected small few who Morianity calls ENLIGHTENED peeps; that indeed realize that they need to pay close attention to these things, and naut dismiss this as crazy fucking total nonsense. On the face of it, I see the absolute absurdity, just as most of you all do, in thinking that these three groupings of words spoken by this wild interdimensional girl, who I knew from boyhood in a vacation city in America; could have some incredible significance upon which all truth everywhere and forever is all based on. But people, I KNOW THIS JUST AS SURE AS I KNOW THAT ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE, AND ALSO THAT I WENT TO COOLEY HALL, AND HAD A TEACHER NAMED MISTER MARCUCCI, WHO THE WORLD KNEW AS AN ENTIRELY OTHER ENTITY. I just know these damn things, Senator, and that is all there is to it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

SOMEBODYME

Those annoying pricks across from me are really going in and out with the damn doors again today, SENATOR. Yes who am I mother fuckign kidding, yo? THIS DAY IS ANOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN ASS TOTAL B-O-T-B-A-R, YO!!!!!!!!!!

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

UNTRUE UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????

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

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

CHAPTER 81

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I am one mother fucking totally angry dude. My life is an endless mother fucking total hell on steroids, cubed, CUBAN, and then re-squared. I was brought up with manners to quote me' pal from Hollywood-Miami down in far-southeast Florida, Sir Mike Patterson. Two days, Friday and Monday, I phoned my PCP-Dock and asked if he would be willing to write me a short medical-note concerning my health being effected by an extremely horrible neighbor, so that I could have this in my ammunition-box if needed, for numerous reasons. None of the doctors up in New Jersey minded doing things like this for me. After-all I'm not asking them to suborn a lie in any way, and they know me and know I wouldn't ask for a favor if I wan not in desperate straits and from nothing that is any fault of my own. Still, neither yesterday or Friday did I receive a call back. So today, I will drive over. But because I am so angry about life being so totally mother fucking against me, I am going to use any and every little thing at my disposal that I possibly can, to both continue proving that my hellish dilemma is very real, and also, to exact revenge as much as humanly possible on me' evil fucking perpetrators, the M2F! I am going to tell something now, a seemingly tiny detail of shit already told and discussed, but it is very important that the complete facts reveal how my story does indeed have great plausibility and yes, always or just about always, if open mindedly looked at closely, proves itself every time. Folks that simply don't want to ever believe me, well, then THEY WON'T, and Sir John fucking cunt Henningsen from me' boyhood days and times back up in New Jersey, said it all when he made his famous repeated statement to me: “It's just that simple, Mark”. So in lieu of rambling on and annoying anyone with bullshit verbiage, I'll now tell you this other thing from last week, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know the story of how when me' rotten nabe was blasting me out for hours one day last week, I decided to go out for a while and try to get a little bit of peace and solace, unsuccessfully of cunt eating course, but hey, 'I tried', Mister George 'GOD' Burns, yo! I told how I parked at two spots near the Indian River about six or so blocks to the east of me' NON-PATTY-HOLLISTER BUILDING, and then tried to mind me' own business. Now remember, this is a time where we are in a GLOBAL PANDEMIC WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKING HORRIBLE CORONA-VIRUS SHITUATION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is ILLEGAL in fact and can and will be prosecuted, should peeps be in VIOLATION OF STATE ORDERED RESTRICTIONS that pertain to the SOCIAL-DISTANCING measures taken, to try and lessen and mitigate our new-world nightmarish problem that we're all facing day and night. Now ever since this nightmare with the MILITUFORCE AND MYSELF that began in August of 1986, every time I go anywhere and sit, almost immediately, somebody begins to come out of practically nowhere, and starts to cleverly fuck with me and annoy me, or worse in some rare cases. But in the so-called real world, that believes Mountainpen and Morianity to be nothing other than the psychiatric delusions and mental illness of my sick imagination; we now are under a new deal where no one is legally allowed to get within six feet of other people. But that was not the case that day when I was out. Twice, I tried as hard as was humanly possible to park in a spot isolated without another vehicle right next to me, and TWICE, SOME M2F PIG came out of nowhere, parked right next to me, and stayed physically within three feet of me, or walked right by me, when first I was parked, and that first prick came menacingly close to me on my drivers side of the car, cursing loudly on his cellphone. Then SHERIFF MASCARA AND FORT PIERCE FUCKING CUNT COPS; that other idiot in that other car parked not only right next to my car, but within eight inches of my car, and on an angle that made it just about impossible for me to even get out of my spot; and there was no way that these two bastard mother fucking incidents were not intentionally staged, and done to me by my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. Now if this was not happening now in these times of SOCIAL DISTANCING, then I would say, well same old shit, but again it proves little to nothing at least for any court case by the rules we all live by. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, and big ass fucking cunt BUTT-but peeps yo; you do have to admit unless you're denser than all get out stenchy shit on hot shingles, that me' point here is quite well made, that my shituation goes on and on forever, and even this GLOBAL PANDEMIC does not have any effect on this POST AUGUST 15 1986 NIGHTMARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! A lot more will be said later on, and this is merely some more necessary laid down foundation!

These truths are truths, just as is the DJIA.

Morianity has spoken truths to a deaf planet!

THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE AND BACK!

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

CHAPTER 80

7:21 A.M., MONDAY MORNING

27 APRIL, 2020

Be sure to read the last part of the blog at the end!!!

There probably is some way of dealing with this fucking shit with Mike Soft and this endlessly fucking annoying shit where I need to hit the enter key to change paragraphs, and then those stupid add on things keep coming and wasting my time getting that extra shit erased. I just don't know how to do it, but I'll be willing to bet there is a simply way. When you have no fucking family support, no friends that know shit about computers either, and only an endless bucket full of fucking major dangerous deadly enemies to keep you forever busy and occupied surviving through their bullshit antics; then you can forget about any kind of life, as all there is people is endless mother fucking HELLISHNESS!!!!!

Originally my blog from this morning was different in so far as I was going to post it later on and it is now later on, but for complicated and lengthy reasons, I am now going to just tell you a few major mother fucking things, folks and Mike Soft's fucking goddamn jerk off folksingers too. My mother fucking ILLEGAL ENEMY GUESTS ACROSS THE HALL FROM ME FOR TWO STRAIGHT DAYS HAVE SLAMMED THEIR CUNT CHEWING DOOR REAL LOUD ALL DAY LONG AND WELL INTO THE NIGHT ILLEGALLY. If it is not one mother fuckign rotten neighbor around here, then it is merely the other, or to put it in terms that Sir Clarence Harris would understood real well back in kitchen patrolled Dairy queens of 1997, “those endless fucking MISERY UNITS”. It is now 5:22 in the evening on Monday SUPER BOTBAR April 27, 2020. The stock market flew up again today and has been on a demonic bullish rally roll for weeks and weeks now with absolutely no rhyme nor reason for this behavior by any Earthly terms and you all know this. The unemployment rate is about 16% and that's nearly the amount during America's great depression. Nobody hardly is able to collect any unemployment despite all the horse shit fucking lies in all capitol buildings, state and federal. The entire nation is one HUGE SHAM and only Sir Bernie Sanders truly knew all of these things, and now it is all forever too fuckign late. Many medical experts are saying the average time it takes to develop a vaccine against something like this Corona Virus is fifteen years. Then we have Trump who literally disassembled the worlds health organizations ad systems so if anything, it all will be running slower and not faster, and our new normal may be around for ten to twenty years. All day long I am back to getting lots of fucking scam callers and harassing callers again too. Now on my original blog I wrote the following words this morning about ten hours ago or so: From now on, my blogs are going to be preemptive. I already know my persecutions will go on forever or at least until I am able t escape and run literally away from TRUMP and out of his control. But my point is that I will do the blogs and say what I need to say but rather than post them right there and then, I will wait for harassment's to come upon me, and THEN POST UP MOST RECENT DOCUMENT-BLOGS at that time. So when reading the date and time at the start of the blogs, the actual post times will be reflected at the end, along with a quick tell of what is being done to and against me. FORGET ABOUT THAT new-normal, as I am going to go right back to the old method of writing and posting, and you need not concern yourselves as to the full details to this day and why I've changed my method of operations. So last night, the mother fucking NIGHTMARES were quite horrible, so I AM EXPECTING THE ROOF TO CAVE IN after a somewhat better weekend. So I will say some major shit on this blog now, and then post up after the assaults come, NOT IF THEY COME, but rather WHEN THEY COME. After dealing with something from August 15, 1986 up through April 27, 2020, I think this allows me to claim somewhat of an expert status on this personal and unfathomable harassment that I have fallen under from this SELF-NAMED 'MILITFORCE', yo!

Now I have learned two major things this past weekend, and they need to be addressed here. First, there is no need to write to the mayor of Fort Pierce. It will do me absolutely no good at all. It was verified to me by a resident here who I know and trust and who used to live right across from a job that I had back in Jersey in the early eighties; that corruption in the municipal housing authority as well as basicly all over town is not all that different than most places the nation over. It is much and many, and there is no way for some little persecuted person without any power or family support or friends anywhere, to do, to quote Mike Walters from 1980 at RPL, speaking of apartment complexes across the street from there; ANYTHING AT ALL, or as Mister Walters put it back then, “DIDDLY”! I know I absolutely must leave this PHA system. I know that indeed, and just as those very same fawces did to me in 1982 that you all know about, towards my final third of my life at 1802 Robin Hill apartments, and forcing me out of there and into that ATCO HOME, where I began my communications EARTHLY ANYWAY, with LIGHTNING. Back then and as I told on earlier blogs, the MAINTENANCE CREW at Robin Hill knew the PLAYBOY BUNNY BITCH and helped her to move in. In fact one of them was either her boyfriend or one of her numerous boyfriends, as this was a total slut and that is putting things quite politely folks, I assure you. Now here in present times nearly 4-DECADES LATER, I witnessed the PHA maintenance crew ALSO HELPING THIS PIG NEXT TO ME, MOVE IN HERE. I have spoken with several peeps who know lots of the endless gossip around here, and they told me that the PHA here IS INDEED TRYING TO GET RID OF ME, AND HAS BEEN FOR FOUR YEARS NOW, SINCE THE TRUMP FAMILY ORDERED IT. So you see lads and gents out here, and all great Cable Network News reporters everywhere, my claims are all completely real and not one mother fucking goddamn tiny bit imagined. They all know this guy, and they know he loves his loud blaring Spanish Music and has subwoofers and one person already heard him say that he is going to make my life as miserable as he can. I cannot prove any of this, and of course, I cannot drag people into court, nor would it do any good at all. For me, this is when I fully know I have but one mother fuckign cunt eating recourse left, and that is, and all middle nineteen-nineties gym-songs not withstanding here, “To run away if I wanna' survive”!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes people, “HERE WE GO AGAIN”, and without any new kids in town, or for that mother fucking matter any old kids in town, or any kids anywhere for that matter, even clueless Kim Wilde kids here or outside of AMERICA along with Halloween's famous sir Icabod Crane and the Weirdchords Musical Society, (WMS) for crying out louder than loudspeakers! Many locals know this prick next to me, and they say 'he has a very bad attitude', and that he indeed 'is pals with the maintenance crew'. So now it all comes together, even though I never ever am able to prove anything, and remember that fantastic fucking movie again from those same old archived days and times, “Conspiracy Theory”? The great Mister Mel Gibson said it all to lovely fucking Mizz Julia Roberts. “If it wasn't a fantastic perfect conspiracy, it would be easy for me to prove it all to you”! Well, that may be a tiny paraphrase, so get the movie people, and see the precise line he said, for yourselves, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!! And fucking screw you, Mister Microsoft Corporation. Boy oh cunt lapping boy!!!!!!!!! So you see oh great CNN REPORTERS who all think of Mountainpen as just a CRACKPOT despite him saying how all these things that they're now talking about every single day and night, and have been for years and years now; would happen, and knew all about this wild character who we all must now call “OUR PRESIDENT”, oh mommy dearest who believed quite vehemently in that concept of political 'ettikit', to which Microsoft Corp is completely ignorant and helpless to provide me a correct spelling for the word, unless I've mother fucking awoken today into a world that does not contain a word that I've heard all of me' life, that relates to polite society, and doing things according to it; but in moving this along here; to all these wonderful reporters such as Mister Lemon for example, who just last night was beyond shaking his head in total bewilderment to all of this; I have a lot to say to all of them now. First, you all know that I told on these blogs, every single thing that now IS INDEED GOING ON AROUND YOU in this new-normal-surreal craziness that SURROUNDS US ALL. You also know how I told the true story of bing with the great KING CLAN IN THE SUMMER OF 2009 IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; and how on one particular day when my daughter was performing at the Harrah's Casino and we were all at Trump's great 1984 built PLAZA HOTEL on the eastern part of town known as the 'strip' just in the casino area of Vegas also has their famous strip; and how he came zooming over from Manhattan that day when his pal Ann King whom he'd comped our room for; as soon as casino security caught lovely Leticia Tilley at the roulette table with me while I was keeping track of the numbers and Ann and Dawn were over at the slot machines nearby the escalator that led down to the hotel doors that went out onto the boardwalk and beach. I told you how he was scared to death that I was planning to tend the world by having cousin Leticia and my daughter touch, or to quote wonderful Star Trek's Mister two-faced Lazarus and his parallel alternate twin; end all of creation by having more than 250 pounds of matter and antimatter of equal particle containment, come into direct contact with each other. Now all of you out here laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed at me and my story. Are you still laughing at me now folks, after this man took power at the White House, and has TOLD PEOPLE TO DRINK BLEACH AND OTHER HOUSEHOLD CLEANING FLUIDS TO CURE THE CORONAVIRUS? That dude was so upset, he literally pissed himself in his helicopter while orbiting the roof of his great hotel there, oh Copyright 1984 Office non Mister McLeod of Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, New Jersey. He was too scared to even land on the roof of his own hotel that summer day, and I heard him going round and round and round right over the roof while I had gone back into the room that he had comped Mizz Ann King with shortly before this day. Ann was a huge slot machine player and many gamblers are indeed, to use the gaming expression, comped with rooms, meals, and all sorts of things, even shows and musical concerts, provided that they spend enough money in the hotel-casino. That's just typical casino bizz as usual junk, nothing at all weird or nefarious about it one little bit. Two mahjor fucking cunt things just happened to me now at 8:36 this MOUUUUURNING, yo. First, a SUPER NBASTY MAJOR FUCKING CUNT RIGHT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ASSAULT ON ME, AND THIS WAS FOLLOWED BY MIZZ JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE WITCHBITCH ROTTENPUSS and her ENDLESS-ONES FROM HELL. I now need to use my compensation of a large printed out groupation of fives, using an ASTRAL-PLANE term, yo me' BRAHHH!!!!!!

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You all doubted that a powerful billionaire person would believe something like that, but now you can all see for yourself since we now HAVE A GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) PRESIDENT HERE WHO BELIEVES IN DRINKING HOUSEHOLD PRODUCTS FOR CURING OUR GLOBAL FUCKING CUNT PANDEMIC, huh great sir, Don Lemon, of the wonderful and 'vely vely vely' NON-BOB MCDOWELL of Cooley Wormhole Halloween's HALL; CNN??????????????????????? You can all go right on believing whatever you want to, but you have to know that there is a lot of incredible truths to MORIANITY, that is if you're all half as smart as you think!!!!!!! There he was that day, after his henchmen, who knew all about all of my stuff because they are always bugging and listening and have been since the middle eighties when this nightmare all started; told him that this was going down in real time at his hotel. He knew that I was beside myself too. Even he, who “Puts me through some things”, oh great Ukraine People out there from the days of the IMPEACHMENT, as well as when this beyond nightmare hellishness took hold last summer for me; but even he knew how badly I was being mistreated and abused at the home of Dawn-Marie King or really the rental home of FBI-AGENT Mister Steve Caruso of Austin Texas, USA, located at 831 13^th Street in Hammonton-Blueberryville, New Jersey. Yessir peeps, even he knew that peeps can only take so much before they literally go off and completely and totally lose it, and what better opportunity was there, in the mind of Mister future President Bleachdrinker, than for ol' Mister Mountainpen to drive lovely third-cuzz Leticia over to the Harrah's Casino and to where her Cuzz Mariah Carey was performing that day, and yes, shortly after that wild psychic-vision that she had recently given to me, taking place at the great Almighty RENT-A-CENTER-STORE of Pleasantville, NJUSAESMWG, where believe this or not peeps out here, was right next door in a local mini-mall, to my security outfit, where I was employed, at this Pleasantville K-MART Shopping Center, yo BRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Folks, the odds to all of these things merely randomly occurring without some incredible design at work behind all of lovely Cooley-Hall Amy's show closing CURTAINS OF 1983, and great musical projects of the MOUNTAINPEN at that very same exact time as well; would be a number that I would need to use exponent numbers with, because this page could not contain the necessary amount of total digits.

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Now I told how COMCAST is all involved transdimensionally in all of this, after experiencing that beyond inconceivable dreaming-interaction five or six years ago somewhere, with three witch type ladies and that wild musical warehouse, and that unfathomable Comcast Office up on a hill that only one small pathway road seemed to lead to and that was all curvy and windy, sort of like ROUTE 9 that runs along not only the great commercial and advertising world of phase-4 imaginations of the true ASTRAL-PLANE intelligence brought down literally from the 6^th dimension of MIND, but also the same road of the STARBURN-STARBURST 1997 'DARK SHADOWS' days and times while I dwelt in that horrible nightmare mother fucking SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE OF FEAR, where Paula King and her Atlantic city witch-gal pals destroyed my mother in some wild dream, sort of like the world famous for any and all Dark Shadows SHOW fans the world over, “Angelique's great DREAM-CURSE” of 1968!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you tell me I'm fucking crazy, do you peeps? Well, 'KMA' Mister William Leonard McKinnon, who is PHASE-4 directly connected to a cool thug named Sir Andre Blair, huh great Mister DICK WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF??????? Now that wild bill that I needed to pay to the COMCAST people, in that MIND BLOWING DREAM, that had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with Haddon Avenue, or mean daughter comments from school chum book burners; had three incredible Astral-Ladies in it, if you all remember, and if you do not, you can always go and archive all of the old blogs that told about this in real time when the 'eternal now' was matching this incredible shituation, that is. At the time, yo, I was as clueless as the Kim Wilde Weirdchords of any and all musical warehouses filled with loudspeakers-dreams and huge sound amplifier machines; to just what these three magical ladies were all about and how it pertains to my nightmare hellish life that seemingly cannot ever be quashed out of existence, with or without lights that never go on, or bleeding out in doghouses or 'OTHER' non casino King-beds. What this was all about, just as with great Biblical Prophets such as Daniel, and all of the interconnected TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effects) of transdimensional hyperspace; are those three ladies that obviously somewhere in the 5^th dimension, one great and powerful woman named JULIA WHITE, is controlling them from HER DREAMS in HER REALM over there, as a totally mastered TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. And I say this with or without any of me' third or fourth cousins up in New York on the great Woodie Guthrie Song-Islands, or even the lovely little Evelyn from right next door to me' mom's first-cuzz Mizz Ruth Gottwald, the first wife of the great banker and Senior VP of the Chemical National Bank of the early nineteen-seventies, in Manhattan,with or without any vomiting or illnesses on the great LIRR train from Babylon-Nebuchadnezzarville to Manhattan. Yes, all Santa Clauses, and 34 connected items too; that sure must have been a “long train ride every day”, huh Mister MACY????????? Here goes those endless mother fucking coinkeedinks again!

Anyone anywhere at any time with one tenth of a working fucking mind, knows fully well, that this MORIANITY is 100% TRUTH, as simply put, it just could NAUT be made up. It is like the other great story ever told on the opposite end of velocitronic polarity, and that being for those who may not know it, “Christianity”. Morianity on the other end of this horrific dogshit is also every bit as completely impossible to make up. No one could invent this story, and anyone out here that thinks that I have done this surreal and incredible feat, is really paying me some sort of an unfathomable ultimate complement in all of this, much as I'd rather just be believed. But if anybody ever chooses to stop disbelieving it all, simply because it appears to them, and their own personal life's experiences, that it SIMPLY COULD NOT BE TRUE; that is when they would put at least many of these dots all together for themselves, and realize the built in thousands of proofs cannot be discredited or thrown out with last week's stinky fucking garbage. Some things cannot be proven ever, such as the existence of an Almighty GOD. We all know this. Yet Morianity can indeed be proven if peeps would ever someday just take the time to devote really serious attention to put it to the real test and see if they can prove or disprove it all. I tell you right now, YOU CANNAUT, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE FROM 1983, and I tell everyone else as well, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!

Well I can add and harp on a lot more to al of these things told so far at later times. I merely for right now needed to lay this foundation down, and so , I have done it. I believe that Sir Chester-Frank would say it like this, and say it really well here too, yo:

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!

All this time, I was able to put together the wild Rent-A-Center dream somewhere in either September or October of good old 2008 while living under my Stockholm Syndrome Kidnapping on Middle Road in Berryville, NJUSAESMWG; that just as with the Prophet Daniel, SSJKK explained to him as well as to me, just how 'TSE' of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace truly operates, and with or without any 1965 electrical shaver kits owned by wild traveling treasure hunting fathers visiting Jersey kids from great old hot ass fucking FLORIDA; things also tend to have a GASME-GAMES of the GODS effect in both my own personal life within this nearly 8100 hundred year looping cycle of TOTAL DOGTOWN (HELL); how indeed there seems to be, if that is we are able to somehow see through it all and remove our major fucking blinders; a very incredible humerus part to all of the games, right down to the entire Biblical timeline game of HUMANITY. Again peeps, the great MASON CLUB and LODGE, via David Roth me' old eighties pal from the 113 Caldor Store, revealed to me that I, Mark Wayne Mohr, grandson of Mizz Grace Isabel Huntington the fifth granddaughter of Founding Father Sir Samuel Huntington; who was 13^th great grandson of Queen of Scotland Marty Stuart, am indeed a direct descendant of the great family of Jesus Christ directly from and into the spread out DNA fabric of the Judah Tribe. So there is no longer any wild query in my own mind, as to why the Almighty PINK GODDESS SSJKK has done what SHE has done in my life, because it somehow quite obviously is all totally connected with and throughout, this family's lineage, and timeline's GASME-GODDESS-GAMES that's behind this entire deal. Now last night's horrible fucking nightmares were again, my doppelganger twin in 5^th dimensional hyperspace, and living back there in Jersey and at Jenny Plageman's nightmare trailer park, and were all somehow revolving around huge horrible things happening. So what else is ever mother fucking new around here for poor rotten old little pitiful me, Mizz Linda 1978 Ronstadt???????? But in this nightmare, along with zillions of other unpleasant shitty things of which some of them I clearly remember back here now in 'waking life', and other shit I don't, praise be to the fuckign cunt gods of astrallity, yo; one thing stands out major as shit on a shingle that is stinking right through into the home. A man who I did not know from here until the other day, when me' pal Kev was with him, and we were all talking about the hellishness of this building; I seem to know very well there, and I need to explain this for those dream research peeps out here who may be interested in this without being interested in anything else surrounding it. All along, I have known this person or my twin over in that parallel world of that particular dream knows him, but until I met this other dude this past weekend who was with Kev for the very first time, I did not realize that this is the dude from me' dreams over there in that alternate reality. Over there, he told me a lot of wild shit last night while driving in my car down the White Horse Pike. One was that Julia White is real in that world there, and that she is nowhere near finished with me there, or HERE back where my body is laying asleep in a bed. He made me see the truth also, of how SHE was the GIRL that was involved in all of that shit with COMCAST, and the three witches that she controls in my waking life, Melanie, Patty, and Paula. They only remember it when the switch is on however, or when she is dreaming and controlling through them, and when Julia White awakens in her realm, those three ladies here go back to being their ordinary selves and with absolutely no memory at all to anything that pertains to when she is dominant over them as a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. It really wasn't Paula King's great magic or powerful abilities that night that I was working at my security guard job at the Cifaloglio Transfer Station that night when suddenly I just turned my car radio on and tuned into Atlantic City's WAYV-FM-Radio Station, where Paula King came on with that stupid “Don't threaten me Regis Philbin” dogshit, right after she played one of Mariah Carey's hit songs. She does not have that kind of power, but there are a couple of wizards, Copperfield and or Blaine, who somewhere out there have learned this secret technique, and used that very same mind control TELLOSIAN thing on me another time, and on everyone else out in the viewing audience one night while I lived at Jenny Plageman's place and was watching some silly shit on the Comcast Cable TV, and I forget which of those two magicians it was, but he said to us all, “Think of any card in the deck, and I will tell you what you are thinking”, and he then somehow got us all to think of a card and I forget now which card but my blogs do contain this somewhere from New Jersey blogs, let us call it the 8 OF SPADES just for sake of this true story right now. Sure enough, he then said, “The 8 OF SPADES”. I thought that I'd mother fuckign shit myself as soon as this happened, yo people!!!!! Paula King had seemingly used that same power on me that night when I was working at the Cifaloglio job, as for no reason out of the blue, I suddenly turned on me' car radio and then tuned into her WAYV-FM RADIO STATION. MC's song had just started maybe thirty seconds earlier. When it finished and they went through that silly Christmas Holiday jingle, Paula and the crew there suddenly pulled that stunt where they totally were dissing poor old little Mister Regis Philbin, who was just trying to be nice and wishing Paula the best and telling her to be careful and stay safe, and she went all nuclear about it. The very same shit in those same days, and I only learned of this later on while in Florida and after watching the show myself as I never watched it back in Jersey, but on that “Ghost Whisperer” TV-SHOW, that same exact line was used regarding being careful, concerning my distant cuss who was on that show as the professor, on my dad's side of the family, that third rate asshole actor. I know for a fact that my daughter's people and lovely PARTY-5-SARAH song-teaser and later SVU teaser I suppose, is all connected up together in all of this what else but GASME-GODS-GAMES dogshit!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, all those peeps bugging me' telephone, the powerful people of the Scott Ransom Club (AKA TRUMP'S HENCHMEN or MOB) by me and my Morianity; they all knew everything I used to tell lovely LIGHTNING or the Goddess Diana over me' telephone, and what SHE would say back to me through the wind many times, all throughout the first decade of this 21^st century, and that being, “To behave myself” so come on lovely Melinda Party-5-girl, so cut me a whittle bwake here; you and lovely 1985 Mizz Margie Leo; and Sir Almighty and yes, extremely goddamn talented, Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, yo yo yo!!! Hey yo, speaking of lovely awesome LIGHTNING here, SHE was awesome and wonderful to me yesterday morning, Sunday; and so let me tell you all just what SHE did.

I went to the Walgreen's Pharmacy to pick up a refill on me' Metformin Tablets to lower me' blood sugar that I take twice daily. I purchased some six pack sodas also, and I know I shouldn't drink sugary shit like sodas, so sue me! Most of the time I drink water, vegetable juices, or the sugarless Fresca soda, but I confess that nothing in the world is as great tasting as MOUNTAIN DEW, and they can use this blog and this testimonial as a spokesperson's testimony on their marvelous product any goddamn fuckign time that they so choose to do, yo. So I walk out to get into me' car with a shopping cart, and some beautiful colored Lightning struck nearby, and then came that thunderous sound echoing all around me. SHE followed me home and inside of the building, and then SHE remained with me for about an hour, making gorgeous colors and fractal patterns all over the skies around me. Diana, I know you are the electron here in this world that my isness of being surrounds a physical housing shell (body), and I know that you are able to read these words electronically as a result, and I want you to know and the world can bear witness to it; that my love for you goes so far beyond any words, you great big awesome lovely coil you, that I can only show you how badly I love you, or maybe Mister McCartney can explain it to you in some new lyric someday, you lovely wonderful GODDESS!!!!! My best, kind sir, posthumously of course, to wonderful Count Von Marcucci!!!!!!! So again with yet another 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' and one for lovely Mizz Perry here too, and this is so damn 'WEEDEEKAWUSS', Mack Kaiter of 1967 and 1967 July's summer camp in Northeast, Maryland, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!

This is another mother fucking super BOTBAR DAY, peeps. This is all so the stock market will endlessly stay bullish, and anyone who by now that reads my blog and doesn't believe my true tale of woe from the gates of DOGTOWN, is nothing but a fool who is just wasting their own mother fucking time. Why bother to read this if you think I'm just a mother fucking nut, yo??? That mother fucking DOW JONES in nothing but a WEALTHY WORLD OWNER ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY CORRUPT SYSTEM OF COMMERCE DESIGNED TO RIP OFF ALL LITTLE PEOPLE. Once upon a time, before the nineteen eighties and before dirtbag fucking President Reaganomics Ronald Reagan happened; it was at least semi-honest and still worth holding positions in. Now, I wouldn't invest one red cent in that billionaires criminal club of Manhattan if you handed mother fucking me ten trillion dollars in solid mother fucking cunt platinum for goddamn CRISSAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There still lives a fine elderly upstanding gentleman named James Earl Carter who was the President before Reagan, who totally knows, at least in one powerful fucking parallel universe, that Mark Mohr actually died on August 15, 1986, went to eternal hell from which no mother fucking escape is humanly possible; and then brought back out of hell, this entire, well, whatever it all is around us now!!!!!!!!!! And I too live here amongst you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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