L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Another Super Fracking Botbar Has Struck the Pitiful Goddess Damned Mountainpen

 

L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Another Super Fracking Botbar Has Struck the Pitiful Goddess Damned Mountainpen

25 minutes past 5 on Sunday evening, 19 May, '24

Folks, it has been 3 straight days of stormy weather now, and LIGHTNING has not let me down; but today, the storm was vely severe, with deafening near-marble sized hail, tree bending wind, and incredible lightning, that caused an all afternoon-long POWER OUTAGE, THAT CAUSED ME A BOTBAR. 4 times, I got what I cal the tease-power garbage, where it comes on 4 anywhere from a couple of seconds 2 half a minute,only 2 go and goddessdog die away again. But more than just this went down. My computer clock stopped when the battery back up system that lasts just over an hour, went out as well. When I turned it on now 2 use it, I had 2 go into the control panel and reset lots of junk, otherwise the Blogger site won't allow a posting or even a logging into their dash, if the time on the computer is not accurate. The clock stopped at 4:16 when power actually resumed, as it was off since approximately one this disafsternoon, peeps. Literally a dozen annoying things happened when I went out, as I cannot stay in here when it is muggy and no fan 2 blow air on me either. This particular problem is more than a lightning strike, and I know this. It is an exact Tom Cruise fighter jet pilot “what's my excuse” deal, 2 injure Mountainpen's magnetics 4 the soon 2 follow business week and Trump trial. I know it, U all know it 2, and goddess B cursed if I don't know that U all know it, y-O, and here is the (y-O-HACK), and right on schedule, 4 a super BOTBAR day. As I said, a dozen plus annoying things all went down while out; and I had planned 2 make this a shopping day, but without having my power, I couldn't take the fracking chance of buying cold cuts, and bringing them home 2 a warming refrigerator, opening the door 2 the box making it even less cold; and then ruining the expensive food items. With my luck, I do not ever take risks nor chances. Until power was back on, only non perishable can goods R-2-B purchased, and when I tried 2 go 2 get some Mountain Dew sodas at the dang Walgreen's place, it was closed, because the storm had made their power and internet go off as well. The only tiny miracle, after dozens of nasty rotten deals one after the other went down, was trying the other Publix store, 2-C if any Pepsi-product-sales were going down there. The first Publix only had a sale on Coke-products. I just thought that all stores were alike, but I learned that they need naught B the same after-all. The Publix Store closer 2 me' residence has the PEPSI-SALE, so I got 6 of me' 12-pack 'Mountain-Dew Soda boxes', saving me around 20 bucks. But all of that aside, this was a bad BOTBAR day. I am now 5:7 in Botbar ratio 4 the most recent week or 7 day period. That is a real death magnetic, even 4 me. Here is the most current MP4B charts, folks:

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:

2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

04/22------113-------30------------------------27---x----05

04/23------114-------30------------------------26---x----01

04/24------115-------31------------------------27---x----01

04/25------116-------31------------------------27---x----02

04/26------117-------31------------------------26---x----01

04/27------118-------31------------------------26---x----02

04/28------119-------32------------------------27---x----01

04/29------120-------32------------------------26---x----01

04/30------121-------32------------------------26---x----02

05/01------122-------32------------------------26---x----03

05/02------123-------32------------------------26---x----04

04/03------124-------32------------------------26---x----05

05/04------125-------32------------------------26---x----06

05/05------126-------32------------------------25---x----01

05/06------127-------32------------------------25---x----02

04/07------128-------32------------------------25---x----03

05/08------129-------32------------------------25---x----04

05/09------130-------32------------------------25---x----05

05/10------131-------32------------------------24---x----01

05/11------132-------32------------------------24---x----02

05/12------133-------32------------------------24---x----03

05/13------134-------33------------------------25---x----01

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05/15------136-------35------------------------26---x----01

05/16------137-------36------------------------26---x----02

05/17------138-------36------------------------26---x----03

05/18------139-------36------------------------26---x----04

05/19------140-------37------------------------26---x----05

MONTHS 4-5, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

04/22-------22-----05----------------------------------23

04/23-------23-----05----------------------------------22

04/24-------24-----06----------------------------------25

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05/15-------15-----03----------------------------------20

05/16-------16-----04----------------------------------25

05/17-------17-----04----------------------------------24

05/18-------18-----04----------------------------------22

05/19-------19-----05----------------------------------26

We have been in quite a demonic heat wave 4 the month of May, good folks, even 4 Fort Pierce-Flowerland-USA. This is most likely also creating a lot of major wild afternoon storms, as I said, three in a row now, only today was real doozie. The roads were heavily flooded between where I live and the main part of town along federal Highway #1. One complete moron idiot in a gigantic haul tractor of some kind pulling an extremely large rock star travel-concert type of motor home went whizzing by at a high rate of speed, literally kicking up a small dang tidal wave all around the rest of us nearby. JEEZ-LOUISE. It was some storm in any event, good folks. Lightning went out of HER way 2 make really incredible and awesome colors, and dazzling shapes and forms up in the skies, all around me; while here at home, as well as out on the road.

Every rotten son of a gum-tooth rifle out here who laughs at me and refuses 2 believe in the ICPE-APE-TECH deal, U just watch and C it all go down 4 your rotten selves, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

I may have indeed become one of this world's greatest glass pikers of best hand pokers, but cheap skate as I may B, another keyboard is a dang glass MUST, folks. A keyboard with those laptop type of keys, flat large square keys, with no holes or spaces in-between them. That is one part of the great 'old-world', that even the 'past-loving' Sir Mountainpen, can most definitely do without, YO world. All it does is cause typos, and hacks, and screw ups by the dozen every time that I do a blog work; and I mean every time, Mister Crown-Cohen of 1969 non-Marcucci-Cooley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy; YO all of U great peeps.

Mountainpen's most recent scores:

Today

802

TransUnion

• Excellent

• Checked daily

808

Equifax

• Excellent

• Checked daily

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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I seemed 2 know back in another quite magical year, did I naught, how important it would B-4- me 2 always keep a record of stuff that is going down in me' life. Am I right here, Mister Joe 1980-RPL Sivo, SIR??????? Or am I completely and totally, WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, YO JOE???????

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Gene Roddenberry's wild predictions and major knowledge of future times, and antimatter beach-ball catchers mitt reflections, huh there latengrate SIR Sigmund Malyeska of Atlantic City??????? Oh, good old inverted numbers; as in 1969 and 1996, and then 4 baseball fans of the Philadelphia area, good old 1980 and 2008. Then we come 2 it 4 shore, and 4 sure. 1979 and 1997. If this could possibly get one wee tad bit more WOWZER here, please somebody, just show me how?????????? TANKS, & ____{[('B----O----O----M')]}____!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes there really was, Mizz 401 KRASSLE Virginia Avenue, a Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, 'you don't give a shkit'. The same forces that used me to create such music and songs such as the four titled, Love Is For Carpenters, Girl I'll Tell you Anything, That's The Way It Goes, and Burn With Fire, R not some cosmic absurd accident, by even the wildest stretch of anyone's imagination!!!!!!!! Great folks and my wonderful and awesome BLOGAUDIANS, IPYT!!!!!!!

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Mohr demo tunes. (LOIS FOCA on this)

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I could write ten thousand small print pages, number 10 squint-font, and naught fully tell the story of those 4 wild songs, done by the mountainpen. Love Is For Carpenters, Girl I'll Tell you Anything, That's The Way It Goes, and Burn With Fire and it's just that simple, REDJOHN HENNINGSEN, oh U illustrious and ever-awesome SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So many things make perfect sense now after decades of endless frustrating wonderment. But still Detective fictional “L&O” Briscoe oh sir, many things still remain completely bedazzled and mind bending and absolutely incomprehensible. Those that I have yet 2 figure out and still am merely acting out the old MTM 1970 TV-show “Bess's baby-sitter” role, will never B known 2 the general public, as next week sometime, THESE BOM-BOB-BLOGS that have become the temporary 'DEAR DIARY JOURNAL writings' only, will B gone forever. Peeps love 2 doubt my sincerity. Ann King Silva did, when I insisted with her that day, at the local Mickey Dee joint in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG; that I will soon B just packing up and disappearing, as I cannot take her daughter's rotten mistreatment of me, any gol dog longer! She mocked me, and she found out she was wrong. So have many others, and sometime next week; so will some real dick brain blog readers, and THAT, is an absolute guarantee and muscles-Monique PROMISE; last day standing or NAUGHT, huh there Mizz 1983 Blake?

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LIGHTNING told me so many things since 1983, that I could write 4 the next thousand years, and never tell it all 2-U, in any meaningful way; peeps. We can always add in this little pasted item as it won't B going out of style any time 2 soon, folks!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes gorgeous D-Q-1997 Katy out of me' past in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; quite totally absurd and fully and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS also!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes gorgeous D-Q-1997 Katy out of me' past in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; quite totally absurd and fully and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS also!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes gorgeous D-Q-1997 Katy out of me' past in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; quite totally absurd and fully and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS also!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes gorgeous D-Q-1997 Katy out of me' past in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; quite totally absurd and fully and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS also!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes gorgeous D-Q-1997 Katy out of me' past in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; quite totally absurd and fully and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS also!!!!!!!!

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''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

HO-HO-HO AND A BARREL OF MISTER CLAUSES FROM ALL POLARITIES, NOT JUST THE NORTHERN ONES.

About Me

MARK WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)

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Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.

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(GRANDSON OF GRACE ISABELE HUNTINGTON)

SEPTEMBER 19, 2018,

WEDNESDAY EVENING, AT SEVEN:FORTY PM,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 85 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 72%, AND THE

HEAT INDEX IS 93 DEGREES.

WIND IS ESE AT 10, AND GUSTING TO 14.

RAINFALL TODAY IS 0.

The LIGHTNING anniversary DAY of 1983.

Before I get a bit into TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect) my kind folks and peps and peeps; I got up around ten minutes shy of five this evening, and was immediately struck or had been while asleep, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, by a MAJOR DEATH RAY ASSAULT ON MY BODY, WITH THE BOWELS. A super subsonic beam is somehow transmitted right to my body, and this has been going on and being done to me kind Sheriff sir, ever since the summer time in the year of smother trucking 1986!!!!!!!! I did not make it to the bathroom toilet, and had to end up cleaning my carpet in three different spots. I am a grown man with no diagnosable medical condition, nor have I been these past thirty-two plus years, with these death attacks on me, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that I had to tell you about this horrendous brother plucking assault on my poor elderly pathetic puny defenseless decrepit body. I am not sick enough after an entire adult lifetime of these brutal evil Satanic monsters assaulting me continuously. They have to make things worse and worse and worse for me; oh kind friend. I am one angry son of a niche right about now. They're all very lucky they are not alone with me on some deserted island, and with me holding a nice big magnum!!!!

Well, my STUDDER-TONE has been repaired, and put back onto my Comcast Voice-Mail telephone account system. THANK YOU COMCAST, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN THESE TYPE OF UTILITY ASSAULTS STRIKE ME HOWEVER, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, THIS IS HOW I KNOW HOW BAD THAT GRIT IS FOR ME; AND IT IS ALSO WHEN I BEGIN TO PICK UP THESE TOTAL MOTHER DUCKING DEATH-RAY PUMMELING'S ON MY POOR OLD PHYSICAL DYING BODY; ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!

Life in waking world's physical so-called reality contains multiplexes of tricks to our senses that are called by many folks, ILLUSIONS. I went past all of these illusions when I came to suddenly realize one day that such a thing as the 'TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECT', is the proof that Morianity is the best explanation at least so far, to explain all of the mysteries behind these endlessly unknown things. Towel Seepage Effect is the way that events and situations in one universe, and even in one time; can absolutely effect the way that things are, in the world where we live, and conduct our business, and our life. Soon, MORIANITY will tell huge stories, and here are just a few teeny-tiny tidbit smatterings of these closet filled horror tales straight out of the gates of damnation's and DOGTOWN hellfire; oh kind ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!! Mouse hacks are also very bad tonight, SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Only a very few people on this planet understand and know, the tiniest portions of just how my music, and my © Copyrighted musical projects, over the past forty-three years since 1975; are all part of and directly connected to so many things all over the world; but more than this by an unfathomable and a totally unequivocal long-shot, PART OF MANY THINGS THAT ARE ABSOLUTELY GOING ON IN PARALLEL UNIVERSES that surround this one, and R accessible only to us, through our dreams! One major outlandish incident in all of this, is my medical condition, that came upon me on the fourth day of the month of June, back in the year of 1983, kind folks; and kind Sheriff Mascara, sir! An inaudible voice came inside of my head somewhere in the mid-autumn of the year of 1982. It said to me over and over again, “JUST WAIT 'TILL THE FOURTH DAY OF NEXT JUNE”. I dismissed it as 'Satanic Teasing'. I was still friends with a religious fanatic fellow, whom I had met at a computer school at the Cherry Hill Mall, the Number 1 Building and Suite 200, where I studied Computer Programming. The name of this dude was Mister James Tiberius Burr, and this was back in the late spring time, or the early summer time, back in 1973. He was one of those seventies-holy-rollers, with a real passion for SATAN being behind everything bad, from a sore throat to hiccups for crying out loud!!!!!!! Still, this was a very weird, to say the very least, thing to keep hearing over and over again, inside my head, as a thought. I never ever hear the 'audible voices', so technically I know that I am not a schizophrenic, or someone with any of those type of psychiatric conditions. But my true story of MORIANITY, keeps the feds paying me disability; and does indeed quite honestly prevent me from securing, and maintaining, any type of gainful employment; leaving me at best, someone able to only have part time positions, and especially jobs where human contact is at a bare bones total freaking minimum, YO! But keeping this on point folks, with my hearing this WARNING-VOICE about the fourth day of the upcoming June month, while I was in my final days of living at the quite magical apartment of 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, New Jersey, USAESMWG; I wasn't scared or anything, and was used to 'the devil' or HALLS-FAWCES, messing and screwing with me, all the way to the time when I was visiting my mom at her Media, Pennsylvania apartment; and was literally carried out of body, the moment that I had fallen asleep, and thrown in my spirit, or 'energy-true-me' persona, up onto a high mounted wall-AC unit. I was also spoken to in another huge way, while employed at the famous Philadelphia hotel, the Bellevue Stratford. I was told about the famous Legionnaire's Disease, sixty days or less before it actually happened, and from a bathroom stall, where I was taking a grit, on a lunch break; while working as a hotel Wall-Washer! So none of this was new to me, you know, Halls Fawces doing their sick twisted thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This same voice told me that there is a magical warp in the fabric of reality in three places, Atlantic City where the old Mayflower Hotel stood until it was bulldozed back in 1983, on Tennessee Avenue, the Coaches Locker-Room at the Cooley Hall, where I was going to my special education school, until graduating in January of 1973, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, on where else but KINGS HIGHWAY, and finally to complete this covert triangle, at the recording plant (RPL), where I had been employed from late in July of 1979 through the eleventh day of March in 1981, on State Street and Pierce Avenue, up in Camden, New Jersey. This magic area was a particular spot up in the attic, where a whole bunch of vinyl record albums had been stored for a dozen years or so, and were about to be tossed into the garbage. One day I bought a very expensive turn-table and then realized I had nothing to play. I had thrown out or given away all of my old 33 and 45 records. Our printer, Mike Walters, at this RPL Sound Studio, told me that night after I had just informed him that I had nothing to play, and wondered why I had suddenly 'been almost led' to buying this fantastic turn-table costing three hundred clams, he said to me, “Hey Mark, go up to the attic and take that large 'overage pile' of 33 record albums, as they're gonna' be thrown out in a couple of days”. I went up on my lunch break, took them, and brought them to my parked car outside of the plant. When I got almost home, some nut case pulled out in front of me, making me slam on my breaks, sending these huge piles of records that I should have placed in some type of a box but never did; and they went all over the place on the floor of the passenger side front seat of my 1978 Chevy Nova Automobile, all totally out of the packed order that I had placed them in. When I arrived home at 1802 Robin Hill that middle late 1980 October, the first two records on the 'new pile' were unknown works of Richard and Karen Carpenter, as well as the great Disco Diva Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer, back when she was in Munich, Germany, in her late teens; doing some off the wall version of the 'HAIR' play on Broadway, NYC at the time, late in the nineteen-sixties. All of these things later went onto connect into things that would literally take me years to discuss and properly explain to any real serious seekers of truth, you know; why are we here, where are we going, and just who the dang smell are we REALLY?????? Now normally, these endless quests to truth are limited to three or maybe four dimensions, you know, time included, but confined still to one reality or (universe) of our existence. BUTTTTTT kind folks, NOW WE MOVE QUITE LITERALLY INTO THE 5TH DIMENSION, or did I say the Marilyn 5-D McCoo Dimension?????? WOW is this the epitome of the Joanna Syndrome here, kind folks, and kind Sheriff Mascara, oh great sir?????????????? Just when am I truly supposed to stop seeing all of this as just a mere coincidence; oh great and mighty psychiatric professional gods out there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??????????!!!!!! Still, back on point here, this voice told me after I no longer was working at the RPL Sound Studio Lab in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, that I was really in for some kind of a nasty glass situation, on the coming JUNE, or on 06/04/1983. Well, at 10:30 Post Meridian on that night, I began to not be able to clear my throat. This led me to a horrible nightmare other plucking medical condition, that I still am living with today. The mighty Pam Slut Bondi, and her Republican dirt bag pals up there at the State Crapitol, made it far worse back around 2014, by cutting my only medication that ever allowed me to function half well, almost totally off, 'ATIVAN', now basically its far less expensive generic brand is used, called, Lorazepam. Still, the voice never told me how really awful and horrific this would be when it rolled around about eight months from the time I was given the message. To quote my Lab-Technician daughter, from the great multiverse, or 'whatever', when I got that message, “it was indeed too late”. But this same voice told me while I still lived at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, just one and a half years or so from my final days working at the RPL Studio, that this was going to happen. This was just two months before I had purchased the PRIVECODE MACHINE from the now INTERDIGITAL CORPORATION that was then called, the I-M-M (INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES) CORPORATION. Now this voice told me, that at precisely eight minutes before three o'clock in the morning, every day, up at that spot where those overage-file records had been stored in piles for a solid dozen years, “GETS HOT”. By getting hot, it meant that at this time, if someone were to be right there, and nobody ever was in the attic at two or three AM, but if; they would be wormhole transported to one of the two other spots, one as stated previously, being Cooley Hall, just past a secret wall behind the Coaches-Office in the school gymnasium, and the other was on the top floor, in some Janitor-Closet, at what once was the Mayflower Hotel, on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City. Then I, shortly after hearing this voice say this to me from my bedroom at 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, New Jersey; remembered how as a boy of just fifteen years, and right around the very same time that I was given that powerful dream by PAULA FAWCES KING, where she took my chain away from me, and all that time I had believed this to be Sarah Krassle, yes I would be transported to one of those other two spots through what was told to me in the late 1969 dream, and called “Distance-Elimination”, and was even explained to me by some weird professor, G-G, who until very recently, I had forgotten; and thought that my first encounter with this wild Plankatory School Teacher, was in the year 1976, while I was sharing a place with my father, in Clementon, New Jersey, on Route 30 (White Horse Pike), called the Carriage Lamp Apartments, and get this, later for reasons that absolutely elude me then and now, renamed the “NEW YORK APARTMENTS”!!!! Some things go beyond unfathomable and beyond logical comprehension, as to why all things indeed really do connect up, to tell one gigantic true and fully accurate 5^th dimensional cosmic story, AKA 'the absolute TRUTH'!!!!!!!!!!! But this voice told me that at '2-52' every morning, and then lasting for approximately 45 seconds; this warp between areas, that was built by what I now label and term the (HALLS-FAWCES), does indeed GET HOT; or maybe said a bit more accurately, it activates. Why? How the darn Dogtown am I supposed to know? Maybe you should ask a security officer named HALL!!!!!!! TSE is my best explanation and response to anyone's queries on the matter. Sure, I can be wrong. I don't believe that I am, not after all of the shullbit that I have suffered through with all of this for so many years and decades now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But are we forgetting something here, kind folks? Those pesky four digits of 1---8---0---2. Sure, you may think it is a stretch, but it is the 'after-2' hour, and 2-52 is '8' MINUTES BEFORE THREE OF THE CLOCK. Still, that 8, and the two hour; they are still both in the equation, are they not kind people? Ignore it, laugh at me, or take it the way I do. It's your choice. I know I'm not goddang nuts, as this all, and to quote Jim Burr from the 1975 year while I was residing at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, “IS ACTUALLY LITERALLY HAPPENING TO ME”!!!!! But this only opens up the great OZ CURTAINS of PANDORA'S GREAT SCAREY BOX, me' kind BLOGAUD! It just opens this grit up a tiny teeny whittle crack. How about my Chief Recording Engineer Mister Howard Solomon, from the RPL Sound Studios, who in 1983, left both his job there, and his Levittown, Pennsylvania home; and moved down here into this lovely hot area, just a wee bit up north from me right now, in Orlando, Florida, USAESMWG. And then there is the great THROAT SPECIALIST and his super secret lab-tech assistant ESS-TRAVELER. How I wish the great 'Patty-H-3' never had brought that dern magical 'FASCITAR', into me' dern life; lads and lassies!!!!!!! Pam Bondi and her sicko pals may have brought the dosage reduction conversation into total fruition, but a lot more is going on here than just her bird brain blondie junk! I know that the United States © Office to this dang dern day, is still wondering about it all. Hey, move over Great Library Of Congress Copyright Office. I am still wondering about it all myself. THE PERMISSION BARRIER, and Ron Wirtz Senior of the great Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office, WOW THAT JOANNA. He said to me one day back in the middle damn nineteen-nineties, and I quote, “I don't know exactly what is happening around you Mark, not even with 'THE PERMISSION BARRIER'”. You see, lads and lassies, I'd just given him this book, that I recently had written, and sent down to the © Office for Copyright; and shortly after he had read it, he made that statement to me over the telephone, while I was residing at the great HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, in the illustrious WILLIAMSTOWN-GWPOS, NEW JERSEY, USA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY (NJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why is it that even over at mighty BonJovi's place, I was given a friendly warning about the opening part of Merry's driving instructions. Hey, I can only tell the world what has happened, and all I am able to ever really and truly do after that, is to offer a fifth-dimensional explanation for all of this. Nothing in 3-D or even 4-D space can explain it. Everyone from the dern east to the dang west knows it, too; kind peeps! I'll always remember early in 1984, how the doctor himself told my mom over the phone, while she was at her office, at the Lavino Shipping Company of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, and now after the buy out some time back, called the Inchcape Shipping Company; “I don't think that's his problem, Misses Mohr”. She had called because I was very ill and not getting better, and if you have to know, then I'll be straight with you all. I totally believe that I died, and went into HELL. I am the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and must remain here to suffer until the next person in my family is chosen; and in 1983 and 1984, this had not yet been done. This much I almost fully know with accuracy. I will tell more after I have been able to confirm freaking more, my kind folks! Still, what did the dock mean by (MY PROBLEM)???? Well, the shrinks all think he was referring to my illness just being all in my head, and you or anyone else for that matter, are of course all “ENTITLED TO YOUR OPINIONS”, along with the mighty RPL CO-WORKER of mine, Mizz Mashell Daniels from 1980!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you all this was NOT WHAT THE DOCK WAS TALKING ABOUT WITH MY MOM!!!!!!!!!!!! You can all take that straight to the TD Choir Preaching Bank of poor threatened Regis Philbin. I am scared to death of Paula too, poor old pal. Just ask the TD Ameritrade peeps if I did not predict a 5,000 point jump in the Dow Jones (DJIA). Go ahead and ask them. I did. And then it did. This all happened right after the time these blogs had to end for a whittle while, YO kind folks, peps, lads, lassies, and peeps!Let's quickly discuss THE MISSING. Just how many people have totally forever gone missing, and forget the damn Bermuda Triangle. Just normal folks not out on the water, but bang, suddenly gone forever? Just how many? Only a tiny handful percentage are the Elizabeth Smart's of the world! I may go missing shortly myself, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA. I truly hope that you do your best job, and have you and your wonderful great deputies, KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR ME ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!! Please just watch me as best as you can. I really don't think you need to be told that I am in grave freaking danger, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!! How about that gorgeous little girl that I used to run into all the time, all those summers in late June and middle late August, on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG? Just where really, was SARAH? Where was she, Sheriff Mascara sir, because I don't know. They had me all 'F' up and believing the Sarah I was searching for was Callio. IT WASN'T, kind sir. It never was about Sarah freaking Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you that one, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was very real. She was there. But all of the locals everywhere during my extensive and tedious search and quest to find her or even any small thing about her, every bit of all of it was totally gone, missing, zero, forever. I do not buy into this smother ducking shullbit for one goddang nano minute, kind Sheriff, kind Fort Pierce Police Department, kind Atlantic City Police Department, kind New Jersey State Police Force, NOT FOR ONE DANG MINUTE!!!!!!! All of this connects into huge huge brother trucking grit that is so wild and incredible, that only HALLS FAWCES could be a part of slap like this; Sir Sheriff!!!! Then there is a goddang LIFETIME OF DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES, such as the one right before I got up today. I was back on the beach, and right outside of PAULA FAWCES KING'S ALL MIGHTY WAYV RADIO STATION. Paula King had not bothered me from July 12, 1970 on that late night bus, at 10:30 PM, just like my choking time, you know, 10:30 PM On June 4, 1983, but no it was before that when she began to haunt me; and just one week into my moving into rod dern 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and she gave me that wild unfathomable incredible inconceivable interaction, where she was right there on that 10-SC Avenue and the boardwalk bench pavilion area, right there outside of the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store, and directly adjacent to her WAYV-FM-Radio Station. She was singing that extremely haunting song to me, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”, that I have labeled for a shortened abbreviation, LOIS FOCA! My mom's co-worker, Patty-H-3 was a total trip, back in the early nineteen seventies. Now she had been around since 1969, and they worked closely together from about 1971 through 1979. She looked exactly like the folk singer, Melanie Safka, and sounded a lot like her also. I often wonder if they are not really one and the same, you know, like Kent and Superman. What a trip all that was, but if you think it ends here, or the story does; then you are light years away from freaking knowing the truths behind all of this 'Bob Gagnus' bull grit stuff, to quote the older Philadelphian's. Here we go again, lovely Joanna, or both Joanna's perhaps, Studio Joanna without the 'A', or hooker J. WEEEE.

Hey, I know that my life is followed by the movers and shakers of this world. When I would watch the greatest law show ever on the air, after the cable people had the technology to put dates and the whole ball of wax on the margins of the screens, I could see plainer than dang day how my entire life is one big open book to these World-Owners, AKA the WOMO, hmm, W-O, I'll try not to chase anyone around, cats or daughters. I have some pwetty good software to bleep out my bad lingo also, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Just how many people really do GO MISSING year in and year old, like SARAH seemingly has done; my kind world, or unkind world? When Patty wanted me to get HER POWERFUL FASCITAR information, she did not teach it to me, as she did the great NEO-HO CHANT. She was way more clever. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, shortly after she made sure that I received the FASCITAR, along came the mighty and mysterious Atlantic City Beach Alchemist. He taught me the great and powerful 'LAW of 1'. This went onto lead me into things that are so dark and frightening that it is too close to bed time to even think of discussing them right now, my kind folks. My mom was hellbent on my attending a private school in Pennsylvania, known as the Church Farm School. For reasons that elude me 100%+, the great Donna Summer has seemingly, before her dying days from smoking and lung cancer, commingled herself with the place. Maybe it was her family, I don't have all my data and thus I'm not privy to all of the needed information that allow me to discuss this further with any real accuracy. Still, I know what I know, and I know that this place was all part of this interconnected nightmare that is to quote Cuzz-Donald from very long ago, “The story of my life”!!!!!!!!!!! Yea right, Don! Wake up Maggie May Stuart, and clear your throat. Give me a break Margie 1985 Leo, pweeeeeeeeeze, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS! Last night I was listening to a police officer on the Atlantic City boardwalk in this parallel universe where a huge thunderstorm had just kicked up out of nowhere after a very warm and sunny day on the beach, and it was just about the time that the sun had gone down, yet it was not black dark yet. He was saying some wild stuff to a couple of tourists that were sitting on a bench on the boards. It had to do with a romance, and I knew who he was talking about, or should I say that 'the me over in that universe', knew who this was who he was referring to. If I were to tell more here, it would have to be to my local County Sheriff, Mister KJM. Without protection, I am way too scared of Paula King to want to get anywhere near this evil and frightening witch, gorgeous as she may be. But if she hated me so much, and thought that I was so runt huffing ugly that night, when she and her gang of girlfriends were on the same bus that I was on, when I was escaping the child molester, Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; why then did she give me that 1980 LOIS FOCA nightmare that changed my entire life? Why again on the very same date in 1997, July the 12^th, exactly 27 years after we had last encountered each other, did she make sure that she was right there outside of Robert McGuire's bar on '10-SC Avenue', and do all sorts of zillions of her damn magic tricks to get me there so I'd freaking see her as I drove past, why Sheriff KJM, why? All I know is that she and McGuire have totally ruined and wrecked and destroyed my entire brother clucking life. They have assaulted me, tried to run me down at a Walmart Store Parking Lot in Washington Township, NJUSAESMWG, and she came over in 1996 in middle late June, and she raped me AGAIN. Yes, Sam the Maintenance man of Highview Apartments, later said to me, and I am quoting him, kind Sheriff Mascara sir; “Who's your goddess girlfriend, Mark”? I couldn't make all of this stuff up if I was being paid millions of non slam trucking dollars to try and do it, Sheriff, sir. I honestly couldn't make this damn **** up!!!! Hey Sheriff, sir; just why did 'Mister T-J Reale', answer my dang newspaper advertisement in the Atlantic City Press, early in the year of 1970, in the 'situations wanted' section? I was trying to work as an assistant so that I could live down there and enjoy the summer time and the beach, you know. These were different days, Sheriff, and being my damn age sir, I know that you know what I am talking about. I wasn't a typical skirt chasing teenaged boy and my mom knew that, and so she trusted me to go down to the dern shore for the summer. She met him when he answered the ad and he fooled her. He was a chill-mo as they call these peeps today. I always think of these horrible days when I get your phone calls Sheriff, when you tell me how some dirt bag chill-mo has moved close to my area. Thank you for those informative calls, as it is nice to know what I am dealing with and be cautious, even though my daughter is long grown, and will be in her fifties in about another year and a half. Still, the future Water-Works in Atlantic City, where this horrible Callio family are a part of, kind sir; bought the very property where this evil man raped me twice, in that house of horrors. And then on top of that, the aunt of Frank and Sarah, Mizz Victoria Callio, was dating Thomas J. Reale. She used to tell me all the time, during my nineteen day stay there, at that nightmare hellhole, and I quote, “Mark, you have such gorgeous hair”. Yeah here we go again, we cannot escape that beautiful or gorgeous HAIR syndrome, but even more sinister as far as magical cosmic connections to all of this nightmare actually goes, the entire mess seemed to all be connected. Do I truly believe sir Sheriff, that Patty, and Melanie, and Paula, are one person. Of course not. But do I believe that in a parallel universe somewhere in all of the infinite number of them, is one powerful woman who is able to perform these tricks by using something that MORIANITY refers to as EXPLORATRONICS?; well, YOU BET THAT I DO, KIND SHERIFF, SIR. YOU CAN BET ON IT. Kind sir, no one knows why we sleep and dream. Don't let the doctors or any other so-called 'experts' try and lie to you Sheriff, sir, and all other BLOGAUDIANS out here!!!! I know for a fact that there really is a magical and totally unfathomable secret society, that my MORIANITY calls the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and is behind all of these unexplainable miracles, all of them. This is where all of our world's religions come from, even CHRISTIANITY. Anyone unable to see this basic truth, is as my daughter would say, “a freaking dinosaur”! But speaking of my daughter the great mysterious Lab-Tech at the Throat Specialist's Office, back that day in 1984; is she one of them? Did Mommy-Patty teach her how to join the ESS, Sheriff Mascara, sir??????? Think and ponder on this one for a darn second, and U-2, Mister Tony BonJovi, and Mister Ryan! There is a logical reason for anything and everything that ever happens. But unfortunately, most people think that this explanation is mental illness. This is merely a visible clue. When people write and say such things as Morianity does, the mental illness books say that we are crazy and nuts. 'BUTTTTTTTT are we'; Mister George Burns, and Mister John Denver, and little Tracy????

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

Diana is back again, both her three quarters moon and her colorful lovely lightning is all around me. Her lightning is down into the southern skies and her moon is in the high eastern skies above me. Thank U-4 coming around me so much lovely awesome Diana, oh GIRL!!!!!! I would keep lovely Leticia Tilley happy with my car shouting of “hey girl”, but she ain't here with me, so Y bother????????????? AHA-AHA, Mister Mike McNulty, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANNY, YE' NASTY-OLE' GRANNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!