12:10
AM, 23 JUNE, 2020, TUESDAY
PREDICTION
FOR DOW JONES, AS A RESULT OF MY DEATH ATTACK ON STEROIDS ON FATHER'S
DAY IS AS FOLLOWS:
UP
400-700 POINTS MONDAY
UP
1200-2900 POINTS ON THE WEEK
ACTUAL
EVENT, DJIA ON MONDAY'S CLOSE ON WALL GARBAGE STREET IN NYNY:
UP
JUST OVER 153 POINTD, LOVELY GINA!
I
TOLD YOU,
MY GORGEOUS MUSCLE GIRL!
TY,
TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY,
TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY,
TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY,
TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY, TY!
From
carefully viewing the news broadcasts since Sunday's (Fathers Day)
assault on me that was beyond monstrous elder abuse and being totally
criminal; it's obvious to a mother fucking lower level total tard
that Trump was all pissed off on Saturday evening after his somewhat
unsuccessful Tulsa, Oklahoma rubbish rally, and so AGAIN, his endless
fucking strategy always kicks in, huh folks? You know, “Take
it out on distant fucking goddamn cuzz Mark Pitiful Mountainpen!!!!!
The entire world knows this by now, whether they choose to ignore the
unmistakable facts involved or not. I am not Gina, and even lovely
giant Gina ain't powerful enough to twist all of your arms here, oh
great folks, but I know you know! And fuck your goddamn miserable
Microsucks Corporation folksingers!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN,
AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
I
am only looking to survive the worst nightmare
that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE has ever managed to suck me into so far,
or at least the one on par with the Stockholm Kidnapping of me by the
WASHCLOTH KING FAMILY CLAN OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!! for the first time
in the history of this POST AUGUST 15, 1986 DISASTER that I'm in
here; I am actually HOPING FOR AN ENDLESS UP
STOCK MARKET, AND WHATEVER ELSE THAT MONSTER PRICK TRUMP WANTS;
SO THAT I WON'T BE GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED, BEFORE
I CAN GET THE JESUS CHRIST SHIT EATING HELL OUT OF THIS
PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, we all know that it
is indeed at least partly me' own goddamn fucking fault for not
RUNNING AWAY AND GETTING OUT OF HERE AND OBEYING THE HADDONWOOD
GYMNASIUM THEME SONG OF 1995, a long time ago throughout the entire
previous decade, WHILE THE GETTING WAS GOOD, as that old expression
goes, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!! About thirty minutes or so before Sunday's
and FATHER'S DAY'S MAJOR ASSAULT on me, I had a beyond MAJOR
FUCKING LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK HAPPEN; just
as I am getting another nasty one now, at seconds shy of half past
fucking cunt midnight on this Tuesday morning, and no aquarium
trips later this afternoon, nor any Halloween outings either for
little impish Merry, HUH
LOVELY PATTY?????????
Hacking
is not some simple thing. All utility hacks given to me
since this all began getting really bad after August of 1986, even
before modern day internet and digital age shit was everywhere; is
all some kind of hacking, and even mental blocks where suddenly I
forget something that I need to say or do or whatever, ALL OF IT is
being done as a powerful HACK from a very powerful fucking FORCE that
to the present age of ignorance, folks would think of as mysterious
or even supernatural, when in fact, it is all just like with the
great Next Generation STAR TREK TV-SHOW,
and the episode called, “The Devil's Due”,
with lovely alien lady 'Ardra'. The exact same thing is happening
here with me, and many of you too, although you're too goddamn
cave-day backward to see or understand the wild complexities to this
reality. It is truly pathetic and fucking cunt eating beyond pitiful
squared! You missed me Jane
Witchbitch,
so HA-HA-HA-HA-WHO? © ME!
GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.
1:39
AM, 4 NOVEMBER, 2013
ALL
DOTS ENDLESSLY CONNECT ALL THINGS.
Yes
peeps, why this got hacked, is anybody's fucking guess, but IT DID,
SIR ROCKFROID REEL GOOD ROBOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say
the fucking name of R.H. Macy?????????
WELL
IF NOT, MAYBE SOMEONE SAID, AT A LOCAL CHARITY THAT'S NOT ALL THAT
FUCKING CHARITIBLE IN MY HUMBLE OPINION, ''GO
WASH YOUR HANDS''!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
just took a huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in
the hallway of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began
right now around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local
Fort Pierce PEEDEE!
First
off, the audio signal was off on the computer, yet I could play the
media player system inside of it just fine, but a red signal showed
up in the little icon at the right bottom screen section that told me
it was turned off. Eventually it no longer displayed this, but when I
went up to check something on a previous blog, the entire opening
paragraph showing the date and time were all HACKED OFF, and a purple
line extended to the end of the margin and then way past it, almost
to the end of the computer screen. I tried and tried to repair and
un-fucking-hack it, but to no avail, so I made a new copy by using
the post at Blogger dot com, and from there merely reconstructed it
all onto a new page document and then pasted in the entire rest of
the 124 pages past the hacked up page one; and deleted out the
entire hacked old fucking cunt document; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION HEAD, and my 1972 pal from school; Bob McDowell, YO!
This
UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking
cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY
FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN
VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL
FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was
DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and
inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered
popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister
Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get
NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND
LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place;
LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit
squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you
assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available;
thank you very much, BRR.
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5
10:24
POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
NOVEMBER
8, 2013, 9:14 PM-STANDARD TIME, FRIDAY
MORIANITY-FOUNDATION,
THE BIGGEST WASTE OF TIME IN THE RECORDED HISTORY OF HUMAN-UNKIND
BLOG
BOOK, ''GO WASH YOUR HANDS'', CHAPTER 10
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
CONTINUING
TO WASTE MY TIME AND MY LIFE, WITH THIS BLOGGING NONSENSE JUNK, ON
ADVICE OF CHRIS BENNETT AND ED LYNCH
Well
mother fucking world, if you don't at this exact second, feel like
reading, ''ONE OF THOSE'' blogs from the Mountainpen, hit your 'HOME'
key, then the 'NEXT-BLOG' prompt on the blogging web-site page, and
come back when you are more in that particular mood. This I am
telling you now, as from this point out, things just get more and
more, and fucking way more powerful, and unpleasant; and nothing will
be spared, not what I know, not feelings, not secrets; nothing at all
will be spared. So here we are folks, if ready, climb aboard. If not,
come back later on; no sweat.
Morianity
is indeed, as stated before on my previous blogs, winding down, but
this could still be one fucking hell of a wind down. Imagine a big
spring coil all wound up real tightly for a million turns, and then
suddenly released. If you are able to adequately make a mental
picture of this folks, then you know things will not be ending
somewhere around chapter 14 or 15 or 16, you get the drift, but this
is the very absolute final book in all of my blogging career, and
when it is finished, a back cover will be on it, forever. I will go
on keeping my own private mother fucking journals from that point on,
as I have been doing long before internet Gore ever came along in the
early nineties, on or off of any Chaney Transdimensional Washington
Super-Highways driven by paramedical ambulance technicians. Yes, I
am not angry at the world or even the evil fucking enemies; not in
any way that any of you could possibly understand at the present
point. Someday, if you ever do ''GET IT'', give me a call, and you'll
get the mind blow of 100 Count VonMarcucci's, I promise. If that day
never comes, that is the way the shit is written in the stars. Far be
it from me to so much as say BOO about it, huh Sheriff???????
Now
the attack that is still ongoing, began just past one this cunt
lapping morning. I was told today by the AT&T agent who I spoke
with, that my agent did receive a number of calls in my area; and
there was some outage in local equipment. But that was long repaired
when I spoke to this nice lady representative. After I hung up and
then called my voice-mail system to do a message retrieval, I was
disconnected while doing this, and again, the light on my phone that
is bright red began blinking, and again, the display area of the
landline telephone, an AT&T product, purchased by me a year or
more ago, at the local Fort Pierce Walmart Store; again displayed
that the line was ''IN USE''. I hung up and after less than a minute,
the light stopped flashing, and again I attempted to do a normal
message retrieval, and this time it worked, and since then, the phone
is operating normally. Still, very shortly, I will be forced to up my
game, and have the two services that I had when I first came into
this apartment, a Comcast service along with an AT&T service, and
I may in addition, decide to activate an already pre-approved
government cellphone system, that is totally free, for all area calls
matching mine, and 911 is free also, I believe. If I had become ill
last night when this happened to me, Pam Bondi, State Attorney
General, mahm; I would have died in here, and the enemies would have
covertly gotten away with first degree premeditated murder, my
murder. Death does not scare me one bit. I am only petrified that my
murder is going to go totally unavenged, and I swear right here and
right now, my lovely Loo; that I will come back from the dead, and
destroy this entire planet; if my murder goes unanswered, and my
murderers are not dealt with and adequately punished. You can bet
your fucking sweet adorable ass on this, Annie Cornfields Costner, at
light speed fucking cunt squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
knowing about APE (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT) or ICPE (INTENTIONALLY
CREATED PARALLEL EVENT), and a silly fucking toothless moron kid, can
see with blinders masking taped to his or her face, that my hell and
persecution, caused their wicked fucking cheated totally manipulated
stock market DOW JONES to go right back up today, and retrace the
very ground that it lost on its previous daily trading session. I
have not been talking about this or making claims to all this for a
few weeks, or a few months, Mister Drew Carey and Mister bob Barker,
no sir. I have been discussing this from years and years, and
decades, long before the internet existed for the general population
of global citizenry; and guess who has a copy on cassette tape of
this very mother fucking total absolute proof? You got it right if
you said the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on my 'Epitome of
Harassment' tapes from 1988 and 1989, and I'll highlight this right
fucking now for anyone who is just not GETTING THIS, and thinks that
all this is a big laughing leprechaun imp from the land of the secret
medical technicians, and the most lovely land in all the world, where
else; but IRELAND. All real peeps seriously into the UFO phenomena,
know about the abduction experiments and secret medical shit going on
there; right AGENTS
CONDOR and FALCON, of the UFO
COVER UP, 1988, CHANNEL 11, WPIX, NEW YORK, NEW YORK, DOCUMENTARY,
TELEVISION SHOW???????????
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Folks,
a simple question if I may here, especially for any moms with kids;
so viewers that may not be, but who know some; please get their
opinions. How would you fucking like it if your kids in Little League
were playing with opponent-teams who were playing to kill? I did not
say playing unfair, or cheating, you heard what the fuck I said, and
this ain't one of Gabby's daydreams here. This is powerful Morianity,
with or without Isis's approval or permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
how happy would you be on a bright spring or summer morning as your
kids go off to the local ballpark to play against kids who are going
to try and win the game, by murdering your fucking children? Here is
why I am asking this question, so listen carefully, and shit will
begin to make some sense; whether you choose right now to believe me
or fucking not. I
am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS,
and always have been, and always will be; because all
time is really one time,
and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in
order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential
hellishness of ENDLESSNESS;
they must do major things that
take their minds endlessly off of this.
Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it
can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating
them from HELL!!!
Now I don't expect you to 'GET
THIS';
and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your
awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the
coolest greatest thing imaginable.
All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about
this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely
no legitimate argument to present to me. You know how it appears to
anyone, that the sun comes up and goes around us, and then goes down.
Anyone can perfectly see the world is flat and not round, only an
idiot sees a round world. You may know the truth, I said only a moron
SEES a round world. You think being awake and being asleep is the
real deal also, instead of a powerful reverse and there are many
other lesser things, we all perceive, what I call in my Morianity;
the REVERSE-ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The biggest one is never even thought about, and that is how we all
crave immortality and fear termination, the hugest illusion and
parlor trick in the Merlin Cosmos magic bag of tricks. For reasons
that are too way out to tell fully on any blog, while living as a
toddler in Levittown, in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; I
was sitting on a kitchen high-chair looking out a window at a
lightning storm,
and a beautiful bolt of yellow
lightning came down right out the window, and sent lovely electrical
warm pulses into my high chair and into me,
and for a few seconds, my
spirit-world-eyes were opened,
as Christians might put it, or others in the world of the
supernatural or black arts or those of Wicca, or whatever; and I
saw a beautiful tall young blond female, a goddess, DIANA, as she was
to eventually identify herself to me in 1983,
roughly a quarter of a century in the future, from the time of this
incident.
Now
I am guessing that it was one or two months later on before we all
left this rented home in Levittown, and I remember a conversation as
clearly as if it was happening in this room right this minute, and I
was a little shy yet of my fourth birthday. I asked my mother how
long people live, and she casually while busy, answered back with
these three words, ''About 100 years''. She thought that I was upset
that I was going to die in 100 years or less, when I suddenly said
back to her in a terrorized little voice, ''A hundred years''. A
number of years later around age ten, my mom and I for reasons
unknown to me, were discussing this very thing I had asked her as a
toddler and her answer back to me, all I can say is that I was the
one who brought this up, but exactly how it may have dovetailed from
another conversation or whether it was out of the blue, is not
remembered by me. My mother told me she had no memory of saying that
to me, another 1985 deal only in reverse, only this is not one tiny
bit germane to the point at hand, good folks.
She
told me she would never have said that, and most likely I heard her
wrong; as only a few people live that long. I told her she did say it
and I remembered it very accurately, and still do to this day and it
is not bullshit, she did say it. What she did not understand, and I
blew her fucking mind at the age of ten, when I told her, I wasn't
upset that she had told me this because I thought this was too short
and I was scared to die someday, but to the contrary; I was scared
out of my mind of having to live for so much longer, knowing I was
only 4, and in my tiny mind, could not imagine another 96 years
living here. Well, no normal child in the world is going to be
thinking in this actual GODS-TRUE direction. The only reason that MY
MIND was in reverse-immortal mode, was quite obvious. I had been
directly in contact with the great goddess Diana Arteemis, of the
Astral Plane, AKA LIGHTNING. She has an entire Astral World family of
course, so many Lightning Goddesses and Gods are all over the Astral
World, and we already have seen that lightning exists on numerous
other planets just in our little fucking solar system. But the
lightning from this Earth, is the energy equivalent of HER true
beingness, with or without little kids with revenge lighters, and the
inability to ever escape the truth when attempting to create
fictional art, not in a limited sized universe where a maximum
combination of realities exists, as you honestly cannot make anything
up, and all truths are cleverly hidden and buried in the stories and
legends, and yes folks; in the art of those living on the Earth,
whether they like this factual truth or not. Yes Dave from early
'1988 Apitamy misspellings'; 'we
have fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have power, and we
don't';
and I am always leery and careful around any tall
weeds,
near or not near
lakes,
or capitol
city's, or
Libraries of Congress.
MY
CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS ACTING UP BIG TIME FOLKS, SUPER
ASS FUCKING HACKING AT 10:42 POST FUCKING ASS
MERIDIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN OLD
FRIEND FROM THE FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND SIR FROM 1972???
But
this is not the only hack, as hacking with my utilities or anything
electrically mother fucking related in any way, IS
ON A MAJOR
FUCKING
ROLL,
LADIES AND FREAKING GENTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus
fucking Christ all god dam ass mighty man, give it a rest and get a
cunt lapping life, you asshole mother fuckers out there in the
fucking NSA, or whoever the fucking shit you are, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking God Almighty, I
NEED SOME HELP HERE, PAM BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. MY KID'S GONNA
FUCKING KILL ME IF YOU DON'T STOP HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
only some of you would mother fucking click the shit I tell you to
click, you wouldn't fucking have to take my fucking word for
anything. It is all up on the cunt eating internet,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone
can see if you would just god dam click on the three month prompt, on
the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I
claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is
going to go to the fucking wall if needs be; and you just see if this
is some fucking ass poker bluff,
WOMO----M2F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
YOU
SEE, FBI, THEY HAVE TAKEN MY RIGHTS TO PROVE MY VICTIMIZATION OF
THEIR CRIMES, AND VIOLATED THEM, NO MORE BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW MARKET
CHARTS, SO ANY REAL SYMPATHIZER, CAN GET TO A DOW JONES CHART, AND
CLICK ONTO A 3 MONTH CHART, PROVING WHAT THESE FUCKING PRICKS HAVE
DONE TO ME SINCE 1986 NOW; THAT CAUSED THE ENTIRE RUINATION OF A
HUMAN LIFE, MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
WAS RANDOMLY SELECTED, I SWEAR!!!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 167
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2296
SBT-DATFILE:
CH-167-060911.881
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER 4:
“QUINTESSENTIAL
DEMENTEDNESS IN
AN
ULTIMATE ART FORM, 33 MONTHS LATER”
COPYRIGHTED
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
IN
KEEPING ALL BANKS INCLUDING TYRA'S HAPPY,
'MARK
WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN'
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Quintessential
dementedness is what is behind those great recently referred to on my
blogs as OZ-CURTAINS, and from now on will just be shortened to OZCS.
Don't die on me Sarah Callio Dream Taker. My grandfather wouldn't
sell you or anyone connected with you, rotten directions to the
nearest rest room, if your butt was on fire. As for good old Joe and
our prior late summertime bet, I totally forgot about that until
opening up a crate in my recent move, showing me where I buried the
500 twenty dollar bills, about fifteen miles west of here, and not so
far from Billy Crouch's mighty residence. Speaking of hyperspace,
do-overs, and telephone book listings; not only is my name missing,
AT&T; but all of the other 'eight MOHR names' as well, in Saint
Lucie County. Did Trump Graphics pay off allofem to move away, or to
go unlisted? Yagodda admit folks, this is weird; but then with me,
what the shit ain't? As for putting all of this nightmare into a
great ultimate art form, and while quoting Mister Doctor Eckstein who
if you remember peeps, was the fine outstanding gentleman who was
directly responsible for getting me placed onto the Social Security
Disability system, back in the autumn of the year 1994, without ever
having to hire the famous law offices of 'B&B', and become one of
the extremely rare cases of 'first apply/first accept'. This speaks
for itself, and also is another ultimate, and that being, the
ultimate axiomatic reality.
This
is your lucky night folks, as I am gonna' tell you all a lot of super
monster-ass huge, and devastatingly major mother fucking secrets, so
be warned up front right now, and remember that you can always change
the 'blogging channel' at any time, or for short, I call this the
BLANNEL, on many of my prior older blogs of my 6+ year blogging
tear-career!!!!! I'll begin with this huge ass secret, whether anyone
will ever believe me or not, or likes it or not, it is the truth, and
I'll mother fucking testify to it in any court, and on any day,
MISTER FEDERAL GOVERNEMT, G-8, UN, WOMO, WHATEVERRR, SCUM!!!!!
Every
time I blog at night, and this has been going on for many years and
at many addresses, YO, the temperature goes up higher and higher and
higher. Tonight when I began, the air conditioner was set at 82
degrees and was off, and had been off for over an hour, as it is past
dark here, or was, when I started this blog. Every five minutes, I
have lowered the setting by one degree, and now, about a half hour
into the blog at 9:38 PM, I have reduced this one degree setting, a
total of 8 mother fucking times, it is set now on 74, and I am still
hot and uncomfortable. Before I began I was totally happy at 82
degrees in the setting, so the room was cooler than 82. Now it is
running, and set down all the cunt lapping way to 74 degrees, and you
people in this world don't believe these atrocities are real and
going on, or are no more than products of delusion on the part of us
crippled mentally ill mother fuckers, OH YEAH, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
what really is coming to mind right about now, with poor innocent
whittle ol' me, after this fucking gargantuan monstrous despicable
deplorable four fucking day chemtrail siege, and other siege on top
of aerial, not to mention airplanes and stalking, is a television
station in the good old wonderful never-sleeping city of Manhattan,
NYUSAESMWG. Along with this station, known by locals and many nearby
100 mile radius folks via cable television as Channel-11, and WPIX,
is also a show, and a wonderful documentary; done by them in the year
of mother fucking 1988, called; “UFO-THE COVER UP”. Agent Condor
and Agent Falcon were two government dudes that were doing sort of a
death bed confession, giving me my idea to make that 'fake Florio
future tape', and peeps, this is another well known parlor trick, by
many Vegas Act Magicians. Parlor tricks get way more complex when
things such as righteous goddesses tapes get named, more than a
BRIPER of time before the writer of the song even knew or remembered
a damn thing after the Doctor Rogers Nasal Spray Attack at my
Raspberry Valley door, ten days or so later. This involves way more
shit along the lines of the Star Trek-TNG-Q crap, and when ol' Cap
Pick a Card uses the words “PARLOR TRICKS”, to “Q”, this is
the level that shit such as this is on, make no cock sucking mistake
about that lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, YO. Some wonder,
why I do not move on, and appear as though I am stuck in a time loop.
This was directly insinuated through the back door of course, right
on Philadelphia television one night, when the nightmare of Games
Experts and soon to follow 'other geniuses' all took root and grew
into this demonic experience. It is not me who won't move on, fuck
you all for not believing me; as it is THEY, who simply WON'T LET ME
move on, and they who have totally stopped me a very long time ago,
literally freezing me in a very real, and yes, appearing time loop;
all though this is pure illusion as far as any physical time worm
hole shit. Great parlor trick number 939.75, huh?
Look
folks, there is no Chevy Chase drunken hater syndrome, yet there may
as well be. There is no heat beam coming down from the sky, or death
ray. This is what makes those that are picked on like me, get labeled
fucking 'crazies', an expression I invented in 1986, and the
Copyright Office knows it. None of the stuff like tin foil going up
to protect you, is real, and what is real, is that a MOGOSP PROGRAM
in the 6th dimension of mind, is set up to do something,
and with me, in the case example herein, it is or could easily be
called, labeled, referred to as, etcetera, MARK MOHR DESTRUCT. Once
this is all set up, shit just happens as it needs to, in order to
keep all of the necessary things falling in line with the motive or
the program that was set up. For those doubters of such an existing
technology, you really have feeble minds, I am sorry to be the one to
tell you, and I am telling you this online, and gladly will meet with
you face to face and say it, and go ahead and hit me if jail is where
you like being. I have cited this example over and over and over
again. Go back 300 years and begin telling the peeps around you about
I-Pods, and internet, and jet travel, and Global Positioning
Satellites, and on and on, recreating reality with magnetic heads,
silicon chips, and early versions of atomic lasers, in 2 and even 3
dimensions, with Blue Ray, and on and on. When things progress just a
wee bit further, it is no big deal to scan back before somebody died,
and recreate the image in a full 4-D reality. I AM THE RESSURECTION,
bull shit, the great man of Galilee said, 'I have the laser retrace
machine', but the translation is a perfect equal in truth and
reality. My family, in less than 300 years did not complete or begin
this 2300 year experiment, and it along with all other bull shit,
cannot really begin, or end, it simply is; and in there lies the
powerful shit that Dawn-Marie King knew a lot more than even I
realized, while under her cruel vicious captivity, YO. Still, let us
talk about the greatest television show of all time, “Law and
Order”, and the episode where he is railing out hatred of the Jews,
and how indeed present day Hollywood is basically owned by them, and
how they blacklist all their enemies. I know more believe that I am
blacklisted physically here in three dimensions than I believe I just
made love to my fucking great grand mother. Still, that old bell
rings, right Detective Studderreale, BING, and it sure looks like
this is the reality, but then it looks like I knew all about the
future back in 1986, not just by shouting out the word “MI”
before the 'Real Good Girl' song began, but right down to the
'crazies' 'liocked' away inside a padded room of woe, and mountains
full of gold, and then the mind bending parlor trick, that there are
no minors/miners around that are too
old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Houdini, should I ever let the real
super shit out, old stomach punch dude???????????? The EW knows this
is all totally fucking real/e, but they are so busy quivering and
shivering along with LOIS FOCA LANE and old Soup, they just want me
to vanish and disappear, yet with all of that and so much more, there
still is a ton of other stuff beyond all this, and yet it indeed can
be totally compressed, abridged, and folded up together into one neat
nice little ol' package; but only if you will open up your mind to
truth and reality, and not keep it boxed up and shut as tight as a
freaking ass warped winter door at Elisa's Lakehouse.
I
am not through with the “L&O” television show, or Chevy
Mean-Mouth Chase, and in fact peeps, YO, I'm only starting, All
Mighty and beyond lovely Goddess Sarah Jacobson of 1972. First off,
Stiemetz, Callio, McGuire, Garrigan, McGinty, Karpf, King,
McGettigan, Levy, and Albright families of Atlantic City, New Jersey,
USAESMWG; with roots stretching around the local states in all
directions except east; only the 6th-dimension is real, and all of
these things that seemingly are taking place all throughout this vast
and inconceivably huge 5th dimensional hyperspace such as
this universe and all of the other parallel ones as well, is a
byproduct. It is like dummies and puppets, and their puppeteers, as
only the string pullers or original thought-energies themselves that
exist totally and only on this much higher realm of the 6th
dimension, are real; and we are moving and thinking, only it is them,
not really us at all. Like it or not, this is the powerful truth that
a very few peeps came to see as a result of being very smart, and
then learning about the modern day PC and internet system; and yes,
PP, your old girlfriend is still mad and one of my 1986 crazies, am I
right or tell me sir, and country bumpkin ex-partner crook, am I
right? Did you not tell me to my face that day and I quote you, while
describing yourself, “I'm a nasty bastard”? Was that out of your
mouth or am I making up a lie tonight here in the future, you
miserable pile of crap?
Oh
I totally fucking guarantee you all that the Billionaires Club, and
the G-8-UN-System, 'think' that they are controlling this world, with
the operative word here being “THINK”. Yes, we all think, WE are
thinking, or doing, and being, and are just fucking ass puppets for
1-100 years in each set of our Astral Plane Dream-Downs, or
lifetimes, YO!!!!! Maybe the EW “THINKS” (Entertainment World),
that THEY are doing all of this to me, and that is fine and well. But
it is time tonight to offer up an interesting true proof here that
will shake up the real thinkers of this twisted diseased little puny
ass planet, YO.
Now
this will be a hypothetical example, along with all made up names,
yet all those who know what is being said, indeed are there, and
reading this, and KNOW WHAT IS BEING FREAKING SAID, so there! The
proof that I am being stopped will be in this “whittle ass
falweetale called Elmer Wabbit Fwudd MOUNTAINPEN Illwastwates”.
There is a man named Dodo-Jo who lived near the sand without any
sweeping brooms, Senator Electra. It had been going on four years
since he was contacted by a strange young girl. One day for no
apparent reason, he began writing some really wild music that made no
sense at the time but would as years and decades followed. This same
girl contacted him again, only before it was in a dream, and this
time, it was over the telephone. So one day, he called up the Walsh
Telephone Company, and asked an employee how this person was able to
call DODO-JO when the telephone line was not connected up to the
outside world, and while they were working on his line. This
employee, Miss Shovel, told poor DODO-JO it is not possible for
anyone to call in while the line was off the system. Twenty-six years
in the future however, they contacted the same person who was indeed
able to pull this off somehow, and had her make a television
commercial that poor DDJ could not miss the zingers on. In-between
these years, she did many other things to poor old DDJ. She even
managed to come into his dreams as well as waking life on one
occasion while he was 100 miles from home one night with a pal of
his. She seems to have an incredible affinity with electronics and
electrical energy, and can pull off unfathomable miracles. A decade
or just a tad bit after they met in person, she sent him another wild
dream, and sang another song to him, as she had done 17 years
earlier. She had fooled him cleverly into believing that more than
one person was involved when all the time, it was only her. In the
dream, another part of her had become a world famous recording artist
with plat albums out every single year. In this dream, she had one of
these albums include an additional song, and she sang it so
beautifully, that it is just absolutely indescribable. 14 years
passed after this, and he decided to post this song up, redone only
as far as some minor alteration in lyrical content, so as to reflect
a male singer instead of a female one. The job was done by an
advanced machine and program, and was totally machine generated and
digitally created. Not one part of the composition was inaccurate or
imperfect, the voice was sampled by an unknown program except for a
special dozen peeps that know of it on major-geeks dot com, and
without knowing how to download it through a code that they provide,
would cost 20 grand or more and be way out of DDJ's budget. The
machine sang it pitch-perfect within less than half of one cent off
any note in the entire composition. The same thing applied to the
timing, and it all was within one tenth of one percent accurate on a
32nd-note timed ticker. The machine generated a great arrangement,
and at the end, it was given very professional sound EFX. After
posting the song on the world wide kindershet at a site where peeps
post music, called the Blue-Move, only 25 peeps viewed it, and no one
made one comment. Now wrapping up this fairytale, Miss UMWELL, I was
told by many local peeps that they could never access the site when
they tried to look at it. It was totally hacked out, and produced the
illusion that it was real and accessible, and only to the computer
that posted it up, a studio owned here in South Florida by one of Ron
HonZovi's first cousins. My computer was able to get to it once in a
while, most of the time it was basically hacked out. DDJ knows
without a doubt, that this really was a mega hit record of this girl,
in an altered reality. So if things are not all being messed with,
why did I get 25 views and nothing, while two years ago, some lady
over in Pinkland across the sea was an internet celebrity overnight?
DDJ totally knows what the reality is, but as a friend of his told
him who worked at a Camden County Law Enforcement Office throughout
the nineties, knowing it is one thing, proving it is a totally other
deal; and he is 100% on the $$$$$. In any event, ol' DDJ removed that
along with another uploaded work to the site. Hackers accomplished
their mission, verifying that nothing is ever available anywhere, for
poor DDJ to ever do, as HE WILL BE ETERNALLY STOPPED AND PREVENTED;
and no logical explanation can be rationalized on this “fairytale”
of truth, as this WAS a powerful hit song. He can never prove this in
physical reality, but 'HE KNOWS WHAT HE KNOWS', with or without the
mysterious existence of one Dawn-Marie King of Hammonton, New Jersey.
Through it all however, is the one constant that the 6th
dimension endlessly reveals to any viewers who all ready are indeed
convinced of things, and that is that we are all inside what may as
well be thought of as a huge arcade and video game, and are no more
than puppets and PacMan blobs. But things are only beginning to
freaking heat up now folks, so listen up YO!
I
was on that good old site, called Fairytale Blue Move a couple of
days ago, and reading some comments left on other poster's sites. The
subject was CHEMTRAILS, and many sites are posted up here. I loved
the commenter who said to one of the posters, we should stop calling
ourselves conspiracy-theorists, we really should start a movement and
call ourselves what we really are, TRUTH PATRIOTS, this is someone
else's quote, and my paraphrase, and I love it, you go, whoever the
fuck you are, you rock, BRAHHHHHH. Now, another comment seemed to
appear down below and it caught my eye, seemingly by magic. The post
was not just made, but it seemed to be a parlor trick, and it got my
heart pounding to the point that I wanted to report the threat to the
Blue Move authorities, but with all my hacking, it would have been a
total waste of my time and I knew it. It read and I quote almost
directly if not directly, “4 all you people talking about
CHEMTRAILS, we know where you live”. I use my blogs as therapy and
I say some wild shit, but I would never dream of making such a threat
on anyone else's post or upload or blog or page or whatever. I think
this 'SHOULD BE INVESTIGATED', still, it could always have been done
by the poster; just to fake out the severity of the subject and
without knowing it, sabotage the real effort to stop this horrendous
sky poisoning. Still, I hope this site looks into this, if it reads
these words. I left my residence a half hour later and arrived at the
local TD Bank, where I have a checking account. When I got back into
my automobile after getting an ATM balance; I told you all what
happened to me, and I have had several nasty fucking nightmares since
this, so this is a dangerous person, whoever posted this fucking
shit, VERY FUCKING DANGEROUS, AND IS A THREAT TO CIVIL LIBERTIES.
Where are you tonight, old ex-ex-ex landlord, Agent Steve Caruso,
FBI?
Yes
peeps, I indeed go through this fucking seasonal siege and death
assault on an annual non-missed basis, and it is every year, right
around early through middle June, and for the gods only fucking know
what reason and why they pick on me so much at this precise time, but
it was real even back in the lousy fucking late eighties, it is bad
in both May and June, and even if the Flyers are playing, or out of
the race, either way it goes fucking on, so it is more than just
fucking HOCKEY, Mister Fonda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “FTS”.
Tellem Jane Clocks.
When
I had this event go down, and also all throughout this fucking
M/T/W/T 4-day fucking aerial siege of wall to wall fucking chemical
poisoning and trailing, YO, I also have had the totally predictable
major hyper ass off the meters and scales, PC, also known Sir Prince;
as PUSSY-COMMAND, YO. Whenever sky siege goes on and on, even if in
real time it is only day one of it, the siege matches the PC, and it
is ridiculous and fucking major. Why would an old dude almost fucking
sixty years old, fat, short, ugly, and a nobody with nothing to
offer, be mobbed and swamped by young gorgeous exciting pussy? I am
talking MAJOR ASS FLIRTATION here, and not nit-shit, BRO.
You
don't mother fucking seriously cunt eating think ass hole WOMO
enemies, that I will give you my life, do you? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit. You
wanna' fucking kill and murder me ya' bitches, you're gonna have to
risk a lot more, and come out of the woodwork a lot more than this;
ya' fucking miserable jack off scum bag toilet water lappers.
Elder
Hair is a twin, the dude from the Mormon Church in Utah, to Mister
Goldstein and the Dowd on TNG Star Trek. I knew I was repressing
a major American Express memory. But that is not the half of it. I
have been repressing the memories of hundreds of powerful
dreaming-interactions, and came to realize this in one huge boom just
today. I'll get fucking into this shit at a later time, it is late
and I'm hungry and tired.
I
am sorry you are angry with me All Mighty Scylla, all I remember is
you telling me this last night in your great city filled with Shaniah
Ripoff Lights. Yes I know the whole story about Kevin Willis and his
thugs, I am not holding any grudges, you are one mystery after
another to me, as I thought you believed in 'Thou Shalt Not Take'
what doesn't belong to us, so far, I'm missing one cassette, and
Kate's song. I am not here to gather up anything, it is nothing but a
bunch of particles and waves and parlor trick illusions, you seem to
have forgotten, and we both know why, so keep forgetting, and enjoy
what you created, and thank you for taking the memory away while I am
with you in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, this must be a horrific burden for
you to carry, with any amount of R's. Still, you must know, that 'HE'
knows and remembers, so does Sherry Lee Pote, BEG. IWALU. I am so
sorry for all of this hell.
If
you ever look up any of my family from your birth place in the 20th
century, tell them not to ever contact me, as they can all burn up.
Also, the only terrific source for matters of lineage, in case this
ever helps you brown-eyes, is Mister Goldstein. I do not know if he
is alive, but they are either twins which your family relates to
quite well, or I am a monkey's uncle. Oh, if your mother ever runs
into Fred at the Met, please have him call me. BYE-BYE.
I'LL
SAY IT THREE TIMES OVER, CUZZ!
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Oh
yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT
YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
what truly is the story of all of all of our damn Schuylkill
Expressway
lives; Donald, sir????????????????
Well,
without concerning ourselves too much with mundane or trivial matters
of what my latengrate pop might very well refer to in 1976 as the
“DEAD-PAST”;
allow me to sum a few things up, just
'as if' Morianity were a fourteen year long course at some future
time,
and now it is time for a major condensed thesis to be done to earn a
high grade, and in this particular case, the grade is the
enlightenment of humanity, at least in one tiny percentage of about
one seven and a half billionth of the grand total. Before I do this
somewhat small feat, I will say the following little thing, for the
record:
I
took some nasty roach attacks yesterday after it was better for a
while, and lots of strange things are going on. Also, the dirt bag
loud car music blaster (if you want to call this 'no-talented noise'
'MUSIC', came back yesterday at 3:22 in the afternoon. The real heavy
assault came shortly before that and lasted all day long, that being
a MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE ON MY FRAIL BODY, whatever the MILITUFAWCES do
to me that cause horrendous unpleasant feelings inside my body and
leaving me with wild and monstrous damn diareah. This all began in
the year 1986, and actually, BEFORE the rest of the attack did, and
that includes the other half of the HEALTH ASSAULTS ON ME, that
totally fuck up the heart rhythm and leave you feeling extremely weak
and poor. This all started at the ending part of the previous year of
1985, and it seemed to be somehow connected with a power company near
Paulsboro, NJUSAESMWG, connected with the entire wild MUFON situation
of AREA 51 and New Mexico. Something that this place was storing in
their basement where the guards needed to walk through on an hourly
basis to hit the security clock keys that prove to an insurance
company that certain areas are being routinely patrolled, was most
definitely causing this health problem that came upon me during this
time, and then seemed to slowly lead me into many other wild and very
weird crap to follow. I had a fourth straight NAUT-SO-GREAT yet naut
totally BOTBAR DAY yesterday. This all led me to say certain things
now, today. The main thing being that it is high time to make an
“ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT” in this now fourteen plus year Morianity
project. Unlike up there in the swamplands of WASH-YOUR-HANDS
WASHINGTON, DC; my
articles cannot
be voted down
by a body of totally crooked
politicians,
calling themselves a POLITICAL
PARTY,
and daring to
pretend
that they are actually
a legitimate part
of America,
and its marvelous mother fucking CONSTITUTION!
ARTICLE
1:
These
blogs have most definitely tied together sufficient dots and items
that prove that Morianity and its tale of woe from the deepest bowels
of Dogtown (HELL), are real and true in all claims, with stuff told
regarding magical things done to me, magical places such as the RPL
Sound Studio, Cooley Hall, and Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New
Jersey.
ARTICLE
2:
Things
done and said by my mother after the nineteen-eighties ended,
regarding not caring if she ever was a grandmother, hypothetical
daughter diatribes every time she wanted to make major points in
arguments with me, as well as things in general along those line all
throughout the nineteen-nineties, as well as her actual office
coworker Mizz Patty Hollister, all leading to the inescapable reality
of my 'secret-daughter', an agreement made between these two women a
long time ago.
ARTICLE
3:
The
absolute logic defying verification on a scientific level, that even
the cosmos itself is responding to, as well as seemingly is
inter-connected all throughout this entire mess, with the greatest
example of any of them, being the levy-Shoemaker Comet that struck
the Planet Jupiter in the summer of 1994 and shortly after my leaving
the rental home of Misses Patricia Meeker in Gibbsboro, New Jersey,
to move into the somewhat now globally famous thanx to Morianity,
“HIGHVIEW
APARTMENTS” of Williamstown,
NJUSAESMWG, owned by Misses Maria Shoemaker, and following this and
directly after leaving this place for the Somerdale Death-House, all
of my Atlantic City, New Jersey excursions, on the beaches of
Atlantic city in 1997; when the Honorable Sir & 'naut yet Mayor,
Lifeguard Chief Mister Robert Levy Senior' came into the interactions
of my life or my
“MIDLIFE CRISES” life,
during that unfathomable period of time in that life, that I have
referred to then as well as ever since, as my “Search
for Sarah”.
ARTICLE
4:
The
complete and perfect tieing in and agreement, with the mighty New Age
Author's concepts and belief systems, concerning what my Morianity
has named and labeled with his name and in his honor, the James
Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome, with items far too countless to name
in this Articles section now, but such as the Misses Marola of Cooley
Hall and her beyond surreal insistence and tenacity of forcing me to
come to school on a holiday, against my will, to perform a silly
little school play, on 30 May, 1969; and how this action then led me
to be in Atlantic City that same day, but at a completely different
and slightly later time than I would have otherwise been, and thus
allowing me to witness a great event on Tennessee Avenue, and that
being one of the two things spoken by the Almighty
Goddess
on this street of great wonder, that I will be proving beyond any
doubt whatsoever very shortly; has
cosmic significance,
and cannot be ignored, or
even intelligently argued by the most scientific minds on this
planet.
ARTICLE
5:
No
matter who in the world, including the great almighty American
Psychiatric Association (APA), attempts to claim that all of this is
the work and delusions of a mentally ill mind, must concede that I
have had literally dozens of people now, from Edward (Himacane)
Lynch, telling me that indeed there are some things in my life that
even he couldn't explain, and he thought he had a rational answer to
anything, to Steve Petersen the Assistant to New Jersey Federal
Congressman Andrews, in 1995 or 1996 who wrote a letter to Admiral
Perry, whom I had known from earlier times when I resided in
Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at sir Jim Wilson's dollhouse on Central
Avenue, regarding my aerial persecution and unfathomable stalking by
some unexplainable group and force who endlessly flew planes and jets
all around me morning and night, for decades of time without letup.
No one was more down to Earth, and to quote his letter to some
Republican Colleague who he had written to concerning his pal, Mark
Wayne Mohr, and I of course am speaking about my pal Sir David
Charles Roth, telling him that he was a Republican and a Churchman,
and a respectable tax paying member of the Philadelphia community,
and that these things were absolutely real and happening to me, and
that he would legally testify and witness to all of it, anywhere and
any time. Included in my list of normal and not mentally ill people
who once were alive and could vouch for me and witness for me in all
of my Morianity claims and stories, would be name recognized folks,
people within the structure of political power and law enforcement,
even though the vast majority would say otherwise, I still had a
large grouping of people who did not agree with the great
'Marola-Lottery' of going with the majority in life, in order to be
right, and her mighty words of wisdom to me that were proven totally
off base just a couple of years later down the road, when state
lotteries all began; and it was the one person of great minority who
won each day, or week, or whatever, disproving her concept of being
right by always going with the larger numbers on the arguments of
life.
ARTICLE
6:
The
incredible reality of female recording artists seemingly somehow and
for reasons totally unknown at this time still, being inter-connected
with my life, either as younger people or in present time life
situations, or in most cases, BOTH. On top of that, my pal Dave Roth
was in actual letter correspondence in the nineteen-eighties and
nineties, with a large group of them, and showed me their letters to
him, and these were top musical artists of the times,and those
letters were absolutely legitimate and real. The hugest part of
course with all of this was all happening in the very days and times
of my meeting this man at the #113 Caldor Department Store of
Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG; in early November of 1985. I speak of
shortly after becoming his pal, our trip to see his musical group
peeps called, “New Shoes” in Manhattan, early in August of 1986,
and actually meeting up with a girl who was my daughter, and neither
of us had the smallest clue then. Maybe some wild stories such as
this happen to other folks from time to time, but the odds
mathematically for even a small combination of all of it, actually
happening to any one person, literally stretches into numbers that
contain forty and fifty zeros. Any top university mathematical
professor can easily verify all of this and all of these things
someday, if of course “HALLS FAWCES” as my Morianity calls them,
would allow this to ever be done, and they won't!
I
will prepare to go through ETERNITY IN HELL of course, while the
rest of you are seemingly permitted the great luxury of powering
through IT ALL. Still, these are my 6
ARTICLES OF MORIANITY AND ITS AGREEMENTS IN REALITY
that if anyone out there could and can ever dispute successfully,
PROVING ME WRONG IN ALL OF ME' CLAIMS; well great, as nothing in this
damn world, SENATOR SIR, would make me happier than to have this
done. The mighty Sir Clarence Harris, the 1997 and 1998 Assistant to
Federal-Congressman
Robert
Andrews,
said it all. He told me that HE
WAS MOST DEFINITELY GOING TO PROVE ME WRONG ON SOME THINGS.
He could not, and this made him literally get so damn-ass
frustrated, that
he nearly lost his mind.
This is the same great United
States Marine
who told me, shortly after Dairy
Queen Katy
messed up some things for me with him as well as me'
old singer pal Bob Andrews
whom he worked for; that if he could do it and if it were only legal,
he “would like to somehow fake my death, and THEN QUIETLY HANG
AROUND TO SEE WHO COMES AROUND TO PICK AT MY BONES”! These things
are all totally real people out here, THEY INDEED HAPPENED, and the
only folks who've tried to make it appear as if it is a lie or a hoax
or simply me' mental illness; ALL HAVE GODDAMN MAJOR PERSONAL
AGENDAS, as well as huge personal vested interests; in this 14+
year Mountainpen's Morianity,
never becoming a known and accepted part of global history, which in
my vely humble opinion Mister FCC McDowell, old pal from Cooley Hall,
most definitely needs to become a part of. I literally believe that
two things of equal importance needs to be done to keep humanity as
we know it from shortly going the way of the dinosaurs of long ago.
One is a space program project that is far better than anything we
have yet for asteroid deflection, and two is the Global unveiling of
Mountainpen's MORIANITY. If you insist that this is mental illness
coupled with major fucking delusions of grandeur; then please always
remember that I firmly and most vehemently disagree with you, and
yet simultaneously; I
would fight and die on any battlefield on this Earth-Planet, for your
right to indeed disagree with me,
and to call me all the names of 'Listener-Therese', and any others
anywhere, either on or not on the mighty WFMU-INTERNET
RADIO and their Crackpots From New Jersey.
To quote a great literary god, at least IMHO people; Mister Esolph,
and his mighty wonderful and awesome fables, “And
that's THAT”!!!!!
So to quote one other great man who is perfectly capable of knocking
just about anyone right out of their Blue Swede Shoes, Sir Atlantic
City State Police 1984 Marina Dispatcher; one really gargantuan and
HUUUUUUUUUGE “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!
Hey Chester-Frank, gimme' a 'DAMN' buzz someday if you're reading
these words, for crying out loud, yo!
THE
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
Feb
6,
2020 4:00 AM – Feb
13,
2020 3:00 AM
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I'M
LYIN', I'M DYIN'.
WELL, I sure seem to be dying aniwho! The
answer is never to keep doing the same thing forever when it is
getting a person absolutely no place at all. So I may have to invest
a little money to attempt to expand the viewership of this damn blog.
WOW SHERIFF, are me' damn MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES/Black-Hat HACKERS using
that rotten ass SPACE-BAR-HACK
on me today. But then kind sir, SOSO-WEIN???
A
major COMPUTER HACK is happening to me SHERIFF KEN MASCARA. I am
having problems trying to post up me' mother fucking whittle bwog, oh
boy, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD????????? Let's 'DAMN' try again, yo!
END
TRANSMISSION.
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
Lads,
Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-techs:
Lads,
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Hey
so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!
I
AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I
AM JUDGMENT PROOF,
KATY!
AUGUST
6, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:20,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!
It
hit 87 or so with a heat index well into the nineties, but then got
cloudy and cooled down real nicely. That is NAUT on AUGUST
6, 2014, but up here in February of 2020. But
what is really the difference when everything is all in our head, via
SPACE-TIME-MIND
for crissake?
There
also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in
Atlantic City, and a Santa Claus; as he helped me move one day from
one apartment into another, along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but
still, Briscoe, I
wish you were my personal fucking detective,
Lenny old “L&O” pal, YO!
JOHN
J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979,
WOW, where did it all really begin, Mizz Sabrina Dark Shadows
Collins???
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano
»
And
a bigger offender to me personally, Mister
Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey,
and I was the dam minor child. Of course, the year before that, Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
But the powers they have is a subject for a brand new expanded level,
that I can only hope to touch on about a millionth of a percent
tonight, YO!
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also.
Paula
King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang
committed unspeakable
acts also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After
viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about
the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite
my absolutely not believing in this,
or shall I say, on
its face value
of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya),
as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient,
along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings,
covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so
far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and
labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Before going on, yes I believe in what they all do, but only to that
extent. I am not even sure at all if those who think they know what
is happening, do, and if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe
me people, they know that you would not be able to handle this truth,
and so they do what they do to insist this is not real, and so on,
and will continue to do so; JUST
AS ALL OF YOU DO,
when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote
only what I have named this, ESS.
All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the Death Angel is going past me
on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks,
agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my
family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way
every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me,
Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and
they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not
unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows.
It's
fucking disgusting, just how accurate all of this information,
depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life,
and yet when this new
shit is added into the mix of enlightenment;
things
fucking clear up for me at warp fucking speed,
my fiends and my friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I
do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education,
and they threw you into special education way back in the end of
1968, and even before that in the school year of September 1965
through June 1966, they
threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey
Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey!
Well,
you would be right.
I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild
and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up
around 1972 and into 1973, as
I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL.
I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do
know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have
the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just
what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of
the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly?
Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just
shut up like none of this mother fucking unfathomable shit ever went
down around me, YO?
Yes
lads and lassies; this
was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally
entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL
Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU;
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
So
did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in
the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that
videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along
with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one
being the one called, “Where
No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
13
7:39
A.M.
SATURDAY,
15 FEBRUARY, 2020
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Sir Arthur:
AHA-AHA-AHA,
and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!
Yes
the temps went even higher than predicted and the heat index was in
the mid nineties to the southern part of my county, in Port Saint
Lucie, Florida, USA. But then, it cooled down and clouded over,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I know that a whole fucking goddamn lot of
folks are saying: “Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
“Mark
you fuckiGN asshole”
Now
the dude that night late in 1984 while I resided in Cinnaminson,
NJUSAESMWG, who called me an asshole because I made a turn that he
did not like in Fairview one early evening, but that I had every
goddamn legal right to make, can go STRAIGHT TO MOTHER FUCKING
DOGTOWN and I hope that he does, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!
I
will be doing some real fucking brain breaking shortly about just why
the great cohesiveness of peeps in my past all becoming huge hot
shots or in the case of a very few such as poor pitiful Mister
Mike Gutherman, they go
down the toilet in the ultimate bi-polar truth that seems to work as
some unexplainable deflection shield radiating all around me and
projecting out to anyone who makes contact for any significant length
of time!
This
will really break some brains, so I warn folks that when I do get
into this fucking shit yo, please be good and ready. Be awake, be
ready with lots of coffee or tea and have no damn weird drugs or alky
around to get even more screwed up on as I tell it all. That, you may
all take right here and now, as Mountainpen's
ultimate caviet emptor warning,
oh lovely Paula
King,
and poor pitiful Sir Regis
TD Philbin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A lot of it connects right up to the great Peruvian trips taken by
Mister New Age Author Redfield and his great science of applied
synchronicity, as well as mountainpen and Morianity's
towel-seepage-effects in the world of applied hyper-space-mechanics!
I'll tell you all right now that you will reanalyze many things in
your own lives and in your own dreams, unless of course you happen to
be one of those who consciously blocks out the “dreaming-channel”.
I say to all of them, “Lucky lucky UUUUUUUUUU”. But for the
majority of folks, you won't ever see life in the same way when I
write it all down for you, so if that prospect offends or bothers you
in some way, please don't read it when it comes down the blogger
pike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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