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The very first time that I had my paranormal exploratron attack, was in a classroom in first grade towards the end of the school year, in Miss Mulhall's class. Right after recess ended and everyone was back in class along with our teacher, early in the afternoon, at the Richland Avenue Elementary School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania; a group of exploratrons all jumped into various students, sitting all around me, and one by one, and for absolutely no goddarn mother ducking reason whatsoever on this gods green brown Earth; they began telling the teacher, Miss Mulhall; and I quote, total lies concerning my behavior on the school bus, “He hits on the bus, he spits on the bus” and although I managed to put the rest of this below my conscious mind because it was so horrendous for a six year old child to have to suffer this horrendous mother trucking torment and torture when I'd done no such thing, and in fact, I thought I was losing my mind, and that I had done all these things, and was going mucking crazy. It took me years to realize eventually, that this was not me, as usual, being the bad guy, but the evil dirt bag fawces of Mister Hall, doing despicable and monstrous things to me. Yes the start of my second decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE MOHR, or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing me the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games containing playfield after playfield of nothing short of my mother ducking life in total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL, with or without the singing glee's of the 'Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies', and other birds singing that the springtime is here. So if I had to tell where I first ducking rock chucking encountered this life long paranormal esoteric skit all around me, it would be in Quakertown in the first years of the nineteen mother mucking runt sixties. Then right around this same time, came the dead children who spoke to me at playgrounds, two different ones, the little boy my age, and the little girl my age. Now people, I am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS MUCKING BUTT IN BUNT TAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would belong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago, I would encounter a lot of entities while 'exploring-dreaming', towards the ending years of this century's first decade; and they would seem to enjoy finding me in very unpleasant situations, and would love to say to me along the lines of, or on many occasions, directly quoting the words here, “Try getting out of this one”, sometimes adding and using my first or Christian name of Mark, other times, 'naught doing that'. Recently this happened, and has not happened for about two or three years that I can pull up in my head right at the moment. My daughters Pee and MY were with me at some small private get-together, like a back yard pool party with no fence lines separating homes on both sides as well as beyond on the other side, where a home sat at the next street over. No one seemed to be living in any of these other homes, and it all appeared to be deserted, or at least, I was somehow of this opinion, based on some observations while there quite a while, that I won't bother getting into. Pee was telling me that Zvonko was trying to buy the rights to her computer towers, and she told him to get lost several times, and MY heard this conversation, and walked over closer to us from where she had been with her family, having a nice time talking and dangling feet into the pool. She said next time he comes around, have him call the eighty four sixty four number around just shy of 3 in the afternoon next Friday. I am just telling what happened. Suddenly Ann King walked into the party from the street, along the side area of the house, and she was shouting that her daughter died for nothing; and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and destroyed; and that they are very evil. She was asked to leave; and suddenly her son Joe, and her grand daughter Gemma, Joe's kid; also popped up, coming from the same side of the house. Suddenly at this exact point, I remembered being in this house a thousand times, and living a life there every bit as real as the life I am living here. Gemma called Pee a real nasty bunch of names and PEE glared at her. They are both powerful giant goddesses, but PEE is a super giant goddess. She grabbed Gemma and tore one of her arms right off of her shoulder, and then she pushed her powerfully and helplessly into the deep end of the yard in ground 25 foot long swimming pool. No one did anything other than stand there and watch all of this go down in absolute horror. Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and the pool was full of red blood. She was dead. An outside intercom system had a radio placed near the send station and the button switched to on, and the radio station began to play an old Chiffon's song from the middle sixties that was one of my faves at the time, called, “Sweet talkin' Guy”. After this song ended, the female Deejay began to speak about something mundane, maybe it was an advertisement for something, and then suddenly, the voice of Gemma overtook the system, and only her voice could be heard. She said that she did not appreciate being killed, and that PEE would pay for this. Then like in a zombie movie, her dead body in a trance like state began climbing out of the pool and walking over towards PEE. I ran over to try and stop her, and she struck me in my solar plexus with the force of a lucking freight train, and I doubled over totally windless, and unable to inhale a breath, falling further and all the way down to a fetal type position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her in her face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable, looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow color. Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pounds of her, a girl made of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and she threw her 30 yards through the air, crashing her against the house, right on the hard bricks, and also near enough to the dining room windows to totally shatter all of them out with a loud shrill chilling frightening sound. Both of her legs were broken, and yet she floated up without her legs operating, and began floating over to PEE, and PEE hit her again; this time so hard that it sounded almost like a sonic boom. Gemma's entire head broke into ten pieces or more, and each broken piece literally rolled off of her neck, and some of the guests were throwing up and fainting all over the place while all this terrible horror was going on. Then the entire swimming pool turned bright cherry red and began swirling around as if it was a hot tub on full force, and not a pool at all. Watery blood came shooting up and out all over the lawn, and as this was happening, the flowers and grass everywhere that was contacted by this horrible blood-water, instantly shriveled up and turned brown-yellow, and died in seconds. My heart began beating so fast, I was pretty sure I was going to have a fatal heart attack. Then after my heart was pushed beyond its limit, it exploded in a massive coronary thrombosis. I found myself in the year 2055. Suddenly PEE was holding onto my arm and we were standing in a cemetery and a funeral was going on. It was the funeral of my older daughter, who had just died a week earlier in September of that year, and I asked PEE what the date was, and remember distinctly asking this of her, and her telling me, “Daddy, it's September twenty-second”. Then the dreamshift took me to another place I have never seen before; batting me now 3 for 3, for not recognizing any of these three scenes so far in this super wild experience from a few days ago that I did not get around to telling about on any of my blogs. I asked PEE why I am still here as Mark Wayne Mohr, at age 100. She took out a mirror from her purse and gave it to me, and I stood there in utter shock. I looked exactly like the photo on my blogs, only I was 100 now, going on 101. Then the earth shook violently and voices came from every grave in the entire place, sending people right after the funeral had ended and folks were just standing all around talking solemnly to each other; all running for their lives in sheer and total fear. Then I saw them, the three 'ESS-LADIES' that I had been introduced to, in a parallel universe, in early 2014; 41 years earlier. They had that witch laugh just like we all see in the trucking movies, and I stood my ground and demanded to know what they wanted of me, and did they have no shame and no humanity, since I had just lost my daughter and was here attending her funeral. Then one of them said to me, I am your daughter, the first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, and just try getting out of this one, and with that, they all grew to about twice normal height, around 11 feet high. FCC, Bob McDowell; this is now the third mother clucking time, they have used their ducking (DISAPPEARING WORD HACK) on me. I just now went to mucking runt repair the last one, and the Milituforce did it again; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. A FOURTH MOTHER TRUCKING HACK OF WORD DISAPPEARANCE, and in total ducking bunt tapping violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A UNITED STATES BORN FREE LUCKING RUNT EATING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now they struck me with a mother trucking (`~HACK), BOB MCDOWELL, and I really could bunt tapping use some mother ducking help here, FBI, ACLU; and all other civil trucking servants, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank trucking you!
I said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died ducking runt out of a very very trucking runt long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!
MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR, CHAPTER 008, from back in good old 2014, YO!
END TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRANSMISSION.
SUNDAY, MAY 14, 2023
GOSDH, CHAPTER 18
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
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FROM ONE OF MANY OF MY MIDDLE NINETEEN-NINETIES NUMEROUS AND FANTASTIC EXCURSIONS, INTO THE GREAT WONDERFUL, AND MARVELOUS 'NATIONAL PARK', IN REDBANK, GLOUCESTER COUNTY, NEW JERSEY-USA; THE TRUE TALE FROM BEYOND ANY 'TWILIGHT ZONE' TELEVISION SHOWS EVER MADE BY MISTER AWESOME SERLING, CONCERNING HOW MY #12 © COPYRIGHTED MUSICAL PROJECT CAME 2B NAMED WHAT IT WAS, AS WELL AS WHAT THIS 10-TRACK CD ACTUALLY WAS IN REALITY, & DONE BY 'STUDIO PARK RECORDS', IN THE YEAR OF 2000:
I almost lost my lunch when I heard her say that this same sister of hers, whose name I did not hear and I remember that fully well all these years later from 1995 up through right now in 2023; was dating a new guy now, “RUSS WALKER”. I had, just back five or six months earlier; copyrighted my book with the name of that fictional 'ME'-character, RUSS WALKER, titled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Then came the final kicker B4 the girl on the fishing dock returned without any catches of fish, and they all decided 2 leave after that, and they did. They all were sort of getting their junk together into a couple of bags and the girl who'd been fishing off of the dock mentioned the song 2 the girl who had just said it half an hour earlier, and it was called, “THE STAR TRAVELERS”. I knew they were what I now call, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and this is Y half a decade later, I named my musical project that title that I did, as I felt 100 percent compelled 2 do this. It was exactly as powerful as my having 2 mail the copyright at the local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of 1994, as well as my absolute compulsion 2 send those other future 21st century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that the book was copyrighted, on HALLOWEEN DAY, OCTOBER 31st, 1994, 2005, and 2007. I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project that I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B concerned with right now. IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!! However oh world out there, things such as this R not the unusual events in Mountainpen's totally screwed up miserable rotten life, but rather, R indeed the ABSOLUTE TOTAL NORM of my everyday putrid, outlandishly bizarre, and unfathomable daily sub-existence that could B quite easily verbally equatable 2 the term astrally known as DOGTOWN, and mortally known as HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just simple truth and reality folks, and 2 quote a great cool dude from the olden times, Mister REDJOHN COLORADO HENNINGSEN, “It's just that simple, Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
For the record. |
PAu000662409 |
1984 |
[ 2 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
I'm Criana. |
PAu000724397 |
1985 |
[ 3 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House. |
PAu003351785 |
2007 |
[ 4 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system. |
TXu000514390 |
1992 |
[ 5 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Lost love. |
PAu000344219 |
1981 |
[ 6 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo collection, set 4. |
PAu000546149 |
1983 |
[ 7 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo collection : set III. |
PAu000442785 |
1982 |
[ 8 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo tunes. |
PAu000325091 |
1981 |
[ 9 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr tunes. |
PAu000411864 |
1982 |
[ 10 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Queen of blue. |
PAu000825471 |
1986 |
[ 11 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Real good girl. |
PAu000881543 |
1986 |
[ 12 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK. |
PAu002506106 |
2000 |
[ 13 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Saga of song writer Mark Mud. |
PAu000501582 |
1983 |
[ 14 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah. |
PAu002153196 |
1996 |
[ 15 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah. |
SRu000332786 |
1996 |
[ 16 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah Callio of ACNJ. |
SRu000362114 |
1997 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Uncle. |
PAu000540585 |
1983 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
What's wrong? |
PAu000724407 |
1984 |
[ 19 ] |
Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
You call this music? |
PAu000998574 |
1987 |
[ 20 ] |
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two. |
PAu001148157 |
1988 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3. |
PAu001189027 |
1989 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204017 |
1980 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204015 |
1980 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morianity music pre-book. |
PAu002336935 |
1998 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morianity tunes of 1998. |
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1998 |
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GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 7
Monday moUUUUUUUrning, on May 1, 2023
BOTBUR X 6 and 9:10-BOTBAR if it goes.
4:00 Ante' Meridian, beautifully moon lit and nice and cool in town, a welcome change but it's supposed 2B another hot but dryer week.
The entire state of Florida is talking about the recent wild crazy ducking weather patterns, all except perhaps 4 my landlord and folks that I may have reason 2 mention any of this to, so then, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? (What else is new, same old same old, same slit on a different day), if all spelled out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know that this is not going 2 futhermucking quit, my death is upon
me, Federal Communications Commission,
and Federal Bureau of Investigation,
and American Civil Liberties Union,
and others. I know it and I am quite mucking confident that U all
know this as well. The DEATH
ANGEL is around me
constantly and continuously, and now my amplifier has also recently
been damaged that I use so that I can watch my ROKU-TV and DVD
player system with headphones, and not have barely audible sound
that these new age cheapo trucking televisions give 2 us forcing us
2 use amps if we wish 2 listen with headphone sets. Beginning on
Saturday when the other horrendous electronic goddarn assaults also
started up even heavier 4 me, there is a loud bunch of trucking
noise on the system, much louder than the program source making it
completely unusable until this TOTALLY ILLEGAL GODDARN INTERFERENCE
EVENTUALLY STOPS, and usually not by itself. I need 2 turn the
system on and off several times and wait it out, but B4-I purchase a
new amp and waste even more lunt-capping money 2 try compensating 4
this endless DEATH ATTACK
ON ME STARTING ON INFORMATION DAY OR
4-11 OF LAST MONTH IN APRIL,
I need first 2 try some trouble-shooting, as if I buy another amp,
and the problem is still there and caused by another wild SPACEFORCE
ASSAULT methodology, then I am triple screwed; first
wasting money 4 absolutely nothing, then still not solving this new
problem, and finally, still being unable 2 have my entertainment.
This appears 2B non-winnable, and completely unbeatable; just
as exactly 8-YEARS AGO in the starting of the spring of 2015 when
Donald Trump announced 2 the world that he would B running 4 the
office of the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, and ever since that
time until he won the election more than a year and a half later in
early October of 2016, my life was one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
never ending death assault by his lunt-capping SPACEFORCE and their
endless perpetration of their absolute mucking fave-tool 2B
endlessly used on me, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT,
OR
(ICPE-APE-TECH) 4 SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a chance that weather yesterday (Sunday) morning was responsible 4 an outage in my area, and the weird major morning assault on my electronics systems, but I doubt it; as there have been just way 2 goddessdog many trucking things happening now ever since the PART-2 of this major assault began on early clucking butt Saturday morning on April 22nd of this demonic hellfire year of endless dog-slit!!!!! Also, when I drove over 2 mother mucking Port Saint Lucie, FLUSAESMWG on late Saturday morning with my cum-puke-her 2 the TECHY-JOINT, an old trick from my really horrendous and monstrous NEW JERSEY TIMES was done 2 me by the trustworthy rotten satanic SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES OF EARTHLY-DOGTOWN, just as I was coming up on the place maybe yet a quarter mile away, and east of the store. There was ANOTHER STAGED CAR-CRASH blocking all of us, and after sitting there 4 several minutes and watching an endless trucking procession of sheriff and cop-cars all zooming towards the situation and FAKE-ACCIDENT, I suddenly realized that I was able 2 get into the right lane near the gas station and make a right turn at that earlier intersection, as the parking lot area 4 the entire Walmart Store area is large, and it contains several other stores and indeed has 2 have another way in and out and I took the chance and turned, and sure enough; it was a way into a rear part of their large lot, but otherwise Idabin stuck there 4 a good quarter hour or longer, burning up more of my pitiful yucking gasoline money. I honestly don't think that I am meant 2 survive this absolute newest POST-INFORMATION-DAY DEATH ASSAULT OF APRIL 11, 2023, beginning with my shutting down that HOLO-WHEEL in a parallel non lawn-mowed in Dogtown realm, and seemingly coming HERE, wherever this new mother lucking HERE truly is, just as with B4 on August 15 of 1986, when I came out of that mind boggling trucking 153-DAY long 'DREAM-TRIP' into a parallel non-HARRAH CASINO “other” Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG.
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MISTER MIKE MCNULTY SIR.
END OF THISSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION, MIZZ SNAKES.
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MISTER MIKE MCNULTY SIR.
END OF THISSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION, MIZZ SNAKES.
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MISTER MIKE MCNULTY SIR.
END OF THISSSSSSSS TRANSMISSION, MIZZ SNAKES.
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