MARK MOHR'S TRUTH LOG CALLED, CONFIRMED NOW 4 SURE THAT I AM IN HELL, CHAPTER 011
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SCALE RATING AS OF HALF PAST 1 PM, JULY 21, 2024.
Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 07-23-24
32 PAST 1 PM, SUNDAY AFTERNOON, JULY 6, 2024
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WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) W-L-SBT-D-F-CEN-21-070624.100.55
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To post on the blogger dot com (BDC) WEBSITE, hypothetically speaking of course, based on Mountainpen's future life memories as Labber-Zeejins:
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It all began, naught in 1969 when I'ze 2 happy 2-C, that something weelwee bad was gonna' happen 2 me, AS IT DID, and just 2 days following my song being written; but this can all wait 4 later on! It all began today in 2024, and on this 21st day in July, Sunday, at 1 PM on the nose, with a super major monster loud ILLEGAL MOTORBIKE ASSAULT ON ME, SHERIFF PEARSON, AND CO-OP BOARD OF THE QUIET WATERS PARK; and following that, nearly a half hour later, came MAJOR FIREWORKS ILLEGALLY BEING SET OFF, RIGHT HERE IN THIS PARK; AND ALL OF THIS DUAL EVENT FROM MY ENEMY NABES WHO WERE ALL PAID OFF BY THE WSMT SCUMBAGS, 2 ILLEGALLY ASSAULT ME IN COVERT NOISE-ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now B-4 the fireworks, and B-4 beginning this blog; I was only gonna' post up the roulette game that I played right immediately following the bike-assault at 1 PM, & making me a quick 36 units in just 3 spins of the fracking glass roulette wheel, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Now there will B a major 'MAGNESONIC KBFPH' COUNTERSTRIKE, AS WELL AS A MAJOR RAT-TAT-TATTLE TAIL-TELL on things, that these diseased flacking WSMT dirt hole runt slapping enemies of mine, absolutely do naught want told, and spread all around this nice frikkin' globe of solid total unadulterated hurl, me' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my 'MSTS' is now all the way at the 7th star in the RED-ZONE; and with only one more 2 go, 4 a total flagging glass max out, into the final and 8th fracking star; YO there, U awesome mighty weerlld!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THIS 21st DAY IN JULY IN 2024, WITH A MONSTER-MAJOR OUT OF THE BLUE EARLY AFTERNOON WEEKEND NOISE ASSAULT ON ME WITH MOTORBIKES FOLLOWED BY ILLEGAL FIREWORKS BEING SET OFF, RIGHT NEAR MY PRIVATE DWELLING, ALONG WITH EARLIER MEDIUM-LEVEL AERIAL HARASSING PERSECUTION'S ON ME, YOUR CREATOR; IN VIOLATION OF HIS CIVIL AND HIS CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS 2 A GUARANTEED LEGAL LIFE OF 'PERMITTED PURSUED HAPPINESS', AND SUCH BEING A BLATANT ILLEGAL VIOLATION OF THOSE RIGHTS; AND THAT IS ALL LEADING STRAIGHT UP 2 MY SOON EVENTUAL SUICIDE; ALONG WITH 40 YEARS OF ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS, THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
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An updated Morianity Secrets Thermometer Scale needs 2-B posted, FBI, so here it goddessdog is, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MSTS Shown Below 4 Most Current Week-Graph:
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Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 07-23-24
GAME NUMBER--------------2024-0099
DATE GAME PLAYED------07/21/2024
CONDITIONS OF THE GAME WITH ICPE-APE:
MAJOR SUDDEN WEEKEND-DEATH NOISE ATTACK
NUMBERS SIGNALED 4 PLAYING:
[36], and this was played B-4 fireworks attack or the 3 number would have been added 2 the play-list. Most likely yet another roulette game shall B played between now and 12 midnight, YO world:
ROULETTE WHEEL OUTCOME NUMBERS:
(29-33-36)
T------03, W------01, L------02
W-V ------------ +35 UNITS
L-V-------------- -01 UNITS
WINS $ ------------ +35 UNITS
LOSSES $ --------- -02 UNITS
ACTUAL P&L ----- +33 UNITS
I really hope if nothing else, that me' miserable rotten demonic wicked hell-bound enemies realize that they R indeed opening an absolute pathway 4 me 2 escape their plan of forced downtrodden-sub-poverty upon me 4 an entire fracking lifetime. Doing these endless assaults 2 me does indeed work, and ever since the year 1991, when I began experimenting with this, in Mizz Patty Meeker's Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG home; I have most likely made now profit over losses, approximately 300 units annually at a bare bones fracking minimum over this 23 year period now, so U all do the flagging grass mathematics here, YO, and on quarter level play at gaming houses where all units R worth 25 smackeroos, U tell me just how much fracking loot I have now managed 2 hypothetically pocket in, YO grassmoles in or out of transdimensional warehouses of nasty and violent employees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me; distant cousin talks so much about peeps being lightweight losers, well first off, it is his miserable peeps of the 'F-500', whom cause this condition 4 all of us; talk about epitomized and quintessential absolute hypocrisy here, YO CUZZ, but on top of Mister Whales Checkoff THAT, and in or out of flagging 1986; this poor little special-ed-kid has survived all of your woe-whiz-me hellishness, and turmoil created life, of true fiery hell on Earth; and is now about 2 shortly move back up into flagging Atlantic City, and completely and totally mother ******* KICK ALL OF YOUR ROTTEN GLASSES, all the way from flagging rock chucking heredahelda and back about 18 thousand times or so, YO!!!! Hey awesome Republican Sheriff Keith Pearson MIGHTY SIR; remember please; MY BLOOD AND MY DEATH IN YOUR COUNTY, WILL B ON YOUR HANDS, AND THIS WHOLE WORLD KNOWS MOUNTAINPEN, AND EVEN IF IT IS A FEW PEEPS, SCATTERED ALL THROUGHOUT THIS BALL OF PURE PUKE JUICES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 2 tell 4 what these monsters R all doing 2 wipe out my pitiful life after already wiping it out 4 the past 40-60 years or so, since this never ever flagging quits; YO Pope, YO Mister President, YO World Tribunal-Courts at the Hague, YO ACLU, YO FBI, & YO all others: I opened up stuff that was labeled and named by me, Mountainpen only B-4 that name came 2-B, and back in the year of 1995 and all great John King Atlantic City roof-top dogs and other related wild incredible 1969 TMMB JUNK straight out from the very gates of Dogtown-Olympia-Purgatory (B4BB)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I gave a title and a name 2 this deal, the 'Danza-Discovery'. There is a lot more 2 it however, than anything yet so far preached by Mountainpen, on these blog-writings of 2006, and beyond. IPYT peeps out there in Cyberville. Using another person's voice-print 2 think-in when U do not wish those able 2 employ the wild future technologies of the ETTOS, (Tellosian Stuff) or dang glass near it; 2 know what U-R thinking, IS A TOTAL MUST, and the only way 2 prevent it. Problem is here peeps, it is next 2 impossible 2 keep it up 4 very long, kinda' reminds us of the very television script does it naught, on that first original pilot episode of STAR TREK, when lovely Mizz Susan Oliver says that vely thing 2 'THE THEN-CAPTAIN' OF THE STARSHIP-ENTERPRISE, with Sir Jeffrey Hunter playing in that role!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as long as we 'can think in another person's MIND-SOUND', whoever is using the ELECTRONIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMISSION SYSTEM 2 PENETRATE OUR THOUGHTS, SIMPLY WILL B THROWN OFF. Look at this deal, in this following way; good peeps out there: The greatest engine ever made, whether it is in your 400,000 dollar racing car, or carrying the awesome NASA-astronauts out into the shallow locales they love 2 call 'space' surrounding our little ball of puke, this EARTH, and AKA the expansion surrounding this ball of puke, and AKA, this BOP, on this MOUNTAINPEN'S-MORIANITY, yes the greatest and most powerful engine is WORTHLESS if U take all of the gears out and all apart, and no amount of genius or even OTAMMISM can ever alter that power house truth one wee tad non-Patty Hollister bit, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! So all of U 'tinfoil hat wearers' out there reading these words; TRY USING THISSSSSSS on 'THEM' 4 a while, I know U will like the gull slam results, and don't thank me YO, I enjoyed bringing U a tip that helps 2 screw up my rotten no good slob SPAMMENIES ALDARE, YO BRAH!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, big glass BUTT, BUTTTTTTTTTT and but folks, do U think 4 even one whittle moment that the Mountainpen has no more 2 discuss on this wild DANZA-DISCOVERY deal here??????????? If so, U would all B so dead WROOOOOOOOOONG that it wouldn't even B the beginning of funny, with even a small 'f'! What I shall tell and vely vely soon, Bob McDowell of 1972 at the great CH of Haddonfield, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, will knock U all right into orbit with no need whatsoever 2 get one wee tad bit of assistance from a guy who took my Sarah Callio cartoon seriously, and thinks SHE is using a computer and all jacked in along with those lawnmower man kids in that silly bu definitely future-realistic movie from late in the past century somewhere.
MARK MOHR'S TRUTH LOG CALLED, CONFIRMED NOW 4 SURE THAT I AM IN HELL, CHAPTER 009
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