NAGA-SAGA OF THE LIFE OF MARK BIBLICALJOB MOHR, CHAPTER 0006
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR CITY HALL IMAGE, EMAIL SENT 2 ME, AFTER MY VISIT 2 CONGRESSMAN MAST'S AWESOME OFFICE
MSTS Shown Below 4 Most Current Week-Graph:
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SCALE RATING AS OF 10 PM MONDAY, 11/04/2024
Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 11-05-2024
10-36 PM, MONDAY NIGHT, 11/04/2024
JWSC---MON-12-320, AND ALSO 17-16-12---MON
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) W-L-SBT-D-F-CEN-21-110424.942.24
WORLD LABORATORIES GALANET DATFILE:
TRANSMITTED BACK ON GLNT-------C-21-110424.942.24
To post on the blogger dot com (BDC) WEBSITE, hypothetically speaking of course, based on Mountainpen's future life memories as Labber-Zeejins:
Lads and Lassies, this was about the worst HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE ON ME in many many many many many flagging rotten years now, folks, and FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, out there; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only did it all start by awakening me with a nasty electronics & utility death assault, or a 'EUDA' 4 short; but went on all day long until several hours past dusk tonight, with off the dials and scales AERIAL DEATH ATTACKS with loud planes and choppers, and not only here at me' residence; but while out on me EME's, or me' early monthly errands, when naught being shortened!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At around 3 PM this disafsternoon, while paying me' utility bill, at the 'nearby Johnny Bennett's transdimensional home in Fort Pierce', and at the great one and only Fort Pierce Utility Authority; BUTTERCHEESE, big glass BUTT-BUTTTTTTTTTT but YO, I had a major outside aerial assault with some blue and gray noisy helicopter, and it harassed me over and over 4 about a quarter hour while in this area. Some peeps would insist is a normal hospital chopper as the great Lawnwood hospital is right nearby. I used 2 try making allowances 4 things like this, and eventually came 2 learn that I was right all along, and those other peeps telling me that I am just a sicko paranoid crazy person, were the ones in the total and absolute futhermucking WROOOOOOOOOOONG, lovely Mizz 1980 Evey What, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a bad one with the WOMO SPACEFORCE MACYTRUMPS GANG, but they didn't get their dirty rotten RUNT SLAPPING FUTHERMUCKING WAY with a BOTBAR. I closed out at a rounded up 3-3-2-2 from a GLMA of about a 1.55-1.55, SINCE 2 IMPORTANT THINGS WORKED 4 ME TODAY, AND ON A TRUE BOTBAR, THEY BOTH SIMPLY WOULD NAUGHT HAVE, OH LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!! My EBT (food stamps) were on time this month, or reasonably on time. Many times they do naught come in until somewhere between the 5th and the 9th of the month, despite supposedly receiving them on the 2nd. Then I want the option of paying outside at the drive through as well as inside the building, depending on which lines R longer, and was naught sure if the drive through system would allow the same type of payment card that I use with my Medicare Advantage Allowance Card from my Freedom Health Insurance medi-medi plan. But quoting my song lyrics emphasis on my 'RGG-1986' © tune, ''THEY-DID''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW MISTER MACY BANK TRUCKS, AND AWESOME STACEY AND VOLCANO-MOM MARIENA PALAMALAYA CARLITTIA KRASSLE, mah'm, AKA Jewelly White. So I went 2 sleep around just past 7 in my easy chair watching the boob tube and woke up almost 2 hours later and decided 2 close out the day at a GLMA 1.55, rounding me up into a slightly and completely 'un-cheated' 2-2-3-3 DAY, despite lotsanlotsa OTAMMIC DISEASED DEATH HARASSMENT ON ME, AND WORSE THAN IN A VELY VELY VELY LONG TIME, OH MISTER BOB MCDOWELL FROM COOLEY HALL IN 1972, AT THE ILLUSTRIOUS ONE AND ONLY HISTORIC HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My Morianity Secrets Thermometer Scale, or 4 short, me' MSTS is almost maxed out and we still have until 4 PM tomorrow yet 2 go, folks, and YO FBI!!!!
B-4 falling asleep with the TV set, and streaming some old 'DARK SHADOWS TV-SHOWS' on the 'WHAT 2 WATCH SECTION', I played another wild roulette game with the MACYTRUMPS GANG-21 number, and the 4 AERIAL death assault numbers that have a 'sleeper effect', and is Y they were not played on me' earlier game, and I made a total kick gas killing, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GAME NUMBER--------------2024-0176
DATE GAME PLAYED------11/04/2024
WHEEL NUMBER-------------------15-31
CONDITIONS OF THE GAME WITH ICPE-APE:
MAJOR OFF ALL DIALS AERIAL DEATH SIEGE AS WELL AS MACYTRUMPS GANG ASSAULT B-4 ELECTION DAY USING ICPE-APE TECH AGAINST ME AS THEY HAVE DONE SINCE AUGUST OF 1986
NUMBERS SIGNALED 4 PLAYING:
(PLAY 5 #'s: 21-23-27-0-00)
ACTUAL ROULETTE WHEEL OUTCOME NUMBERS:
(3-32-0-13-19-5-00-17-35-00-3-24-00-27-1-19-0-0-7-25-23-28-27-0-00-2-9-16-14-0-23-10-20-21-10-21-23-5-4-7-0-8-00-24-24-15-0-10-21-00-14-16-3-35-0-27-2-19-00-11-18-0-21-21)
T------64, W------26, L------38
W-V --------------- +31 UNITS
L-V----------------- -05 UNITS
WINS $ ------------ +806 UNITS
LOSSES $ --------- -190 UNITS
ACTUAL P&L ----- +616 UNITS
ON THIS DAY OF 11-04-2024, (+616) GAMING UNITS
Now just who remembers out there in freaking glittering Cyberville, about a month ago, or a wee tad bit less, when I had that first recent times HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE awesome roulette game win, with many hundreds of gaming units profit, or GUT??????? What did I say 2-U all, YO??????? I said, I am not happy about this the way that many of U out there may think that I should B, BRRRRR! I know that winning that many, and just like with ancient times mystic tarot card readers, that this was telling me' near time fortune, and sure fracking glass enough, ''IT WAS'', and without any curly haired RGG's either, or R they part of all of thisssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Luccisnakes???? Was it naught right shortly around this time that my life charts BOTBAR MP4B all began turning nasty glass super fracking BEARISH, YO??????? Peeps, the major horrendous civil and human rights violating HIZZEMSIRK ASSAULTS ON ME over the past several days R unmentionable, unconscionable, and inconceivably unfathomable and beyond futhermucking totally glass surreal also, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! And of course, this is ON TOP OF all of me' other woe-whiz-me hellishness; oh MISTER CHECKOFF WHALES from all great 1986 SYFY movies!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE 4 fracking cracking glass sake, YO weerlld!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My message 2 whoever has completely wrecked and absolutely and totally ruined me' entire futhermucking goddessdaggit rotten miserable rock chucking dirt bag life on STEROIDS-5000, is as follows: Multiply by one times ten to the exponential mathematical power of 7 trillion, my snort sound through the nose, my exhaled nauseating revolting sound through me' throat, and now, the sound of 'THEEEEYOOEEEEEEEEE'! Right in your mom's eye, half of it, and the other half in goddessdog your eye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Okay Mister King, so I may not be on par or close to it, with 18 CLEVER GIRLS, or Jim's friend and inventor, Zvonko; with time tablets, and the creation of digital audio. I may not be the true inventor of break dancing, as my old ex pal Billy Harner was, but I am doing my very best to be me, and not drive all around the streets of Camden, New Jersey on late summer nights back in 1987, displaying my bumper sticker to all the ho's and bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Http://www.billyharner.com/ you rotten light bulb hacking Microsucks Corporation of slave-makers, and Biblical Prophecies Come True (BPCT). You know the big laugh here, is that the mission of the ESS is to make my life as MARK WAYNE MOHR obscure and isolated, as though I do not exist. Well, click here and examine how even though my name is not seen, Studio Park Records is there, and so are many things, and then if you contact the U.S. © Office, and ask them for information on who owns the copyrights to the book, 'The Permission Barrier', it will show me as sole creator and author and copyright claimant. In this book, in 1994, Studio Park Records is talked about, and is created, and is owned by the American Express recognized Dowd's of the Star Trekking multiverse, Mister Goldsmith Doppelganger of Elder Hair of Utah; who without his help, Morianity would not exist in the way that it does today, PRAISE BE; so this verifies that not only am I in all of this and the creator of it all, but that indeed; SOMETHING OUT IN THE REAL WORLD THERE SOMEWHERE, IS KEEPING ME INTENTIONALLY DOWN AND COVERED UP, AND ENDLESSLY INVISIBLE. Maybe I should have been there to help my dad and his pal Professor Einstein, at the Philadelphia Shipyard, with their great experimentation with the Naval Vessel Battleship Eldridge, back late in the 19-forties somewhere. Bear in mind, the powerful clucking hyperspace effects here. My dad never would have been there, if not for learning he was not a Martin, but was a Mohr. The big huge family closet of Toledo, Ohio, opened up when he was sixteen years old, forcing him to leave town in shame, because he learned that his real father, had a 2nd great grandmother, who had a father, who had a mother from Johannesburg, and a father from Lisbon. This is why he got his granny to sign a permission sheet for his joining up with the Merchant Marines, and he left town in humiliation and shame, as in those days, Mashell Daniels, I-R-C was B-A-D. That was all I was trying to tell you back in 1980, sweetie. I said it makes for problems, and isn't the plucking world filled with enough of these things already; but if you want to do something, that's cool with me. Being fifth generation down, I am whitest of the possible six generation skip, but my oldest child genetically turns the cycle back again. Maybe this is what Sarah Nurockey was hoping I would hear while I walked by that day in July of 1969, on Tennessee Avenue, while she and her friend were playing on the street, near the beach tunnel, at the foot of the boardwalk on-ramp. Who can ever know, copyrighted breath echos? And did I leave out back then, where she went onto later sing her magical LOIS FOCA song 2 me at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments???? The last line here is written up here in late 2024, YO, where my world is just about 2 fall completely apart, Mister Cooley Hall Eckstein, oh great awesome SIRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If this world doesn't totally suck, I'll die and retrace myself again, and maybe my likeness will be wondered about. People are so blind. The forest, the trees, come on flagging Jason, where is your fantastic so-called twenty-twenty fracking runt slapping vision, YO dude?????????????????????????
Not one thing ON PLANET FRACKING BUNT EARTH, remains one tiny whittle grass bit mysterious, when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
Not one thing ON PLANET FRACKING BUNT EARTH, remains one tiny whittle grass bit mysterious, when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
Not one thing ON PLANET FRACKING BUNT EARTH, remains one tiny whittle grass bit mysterious, when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
Not one thing ON PLANET FRACKING BUNT EARTH, remains one tiny whittle grass bit mysterious, when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
Not one thing ON PLANET FRACKING BUNT EARTH, remains one tiny whittle grass bit mysterious, when you just remember EXPLORATRONICS, GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
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