BLOG 17, LJMM

“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #17”
10:49 AM, Friday late morning, August 14th, 2009
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I had the most horrible mother fucking vacation that anyone most likely ever had in anybody’s life, including the Aruba girl. She just got a whole lot luckier as an end result, and managed 2 escape this physical life and its total miseries. I am quite sure it is not a way that I would have chosen 2 exit, nor do I know what happened, other than U can bet the press never even dares 2 dream about McGuire, Callio, TAWF, and the GMC. Remember not the auto manufacturer, the GONE-Missing-Club. U name it, and it was beyond horrific. The weather was not conducive 2 our few days at the bitch (beach). If the weather was all that was wrong, I would say we had a wonderful time, as I did manage 2 squeeze that tiny end piece of toothpaste out of the bottle and get in an hour of swimming in the sea yesterday afternoon, Thursday. As usual, Dawn made my time there a living fucking nightmare hell. Right in the middle of the 3 day stay at the Atlantic City’s Trump Plaza Hotel and Cafreakingsino, I had 2 drive back home and pick up Chicky’s brother Marcus and Dawn, and go back 2 Atlantic City on a medical related issue all pertaining 2 the stabbing that he sustained a near death injury from about a month ago. Something went wrong with the complicated paperwork and of course we R not totally dealing with up and up united States ‘legal’s’ here, so this further complicated the matter. Also, Letty the teenaged nightmare wild child was along with us as well. She wanted 2 go with me on the beach, and there is no way in hot ducking hell that I am taking that out of control oversexed juvenile nutcase with me , alone, 2 a public beach, where I am known by all the beach patrol guards, and they R all there just looking 4 a way 2 put me in jail. Think I am over exaggerating? Well, I would as well 20 years ago, B4I could have ever dreamt of this new age political correctness nightmare movement that swept the nation and then most of the more advanced areas of the globe as well, BRA. So, if this opening and that is all this is, as I will abridge but still it will cover pages yet, is not enough 2B causing this gigantic mother fucking run up in the stock market into the near 10 thousand level, then what is? Anyway, is this all not PRECISELY WHAT I TOTALLY PREDICTED, GIANT GINA AND ALL OTHER BLOGAUDIANS? Dawn was in a real fowl mood when the paperwork screwed up at the Charity Care office in the Medical Building also run by the now area famous Atlanticare, and whenever anything is wrong, guess who her motherfucking punching bag always is and has been and always will motherfucking B, BRO? Here is the short list with totally voided out elaborations on any of it. Later I may choose 2 harp on a few. I was told 2 find Letty and Marcus after Letty was standing 2 long in the casino, a state violation of the under-21 laws, oh those symbols gong so loud at Resorts do they not daughter Comcast of JNR-10P? Yes the car is back there and they R back and open 4 BIZZ, bra! My Mister America days of 1998 may B over in both casino elevators and all other locales 4 that matter, but the WOMO enemies, the symbolism, and the HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE will never B over, it will NEVER FUCKING END, BRO! Security at Trump’s hotel was just doing their job and properly enforcing state laws. Now I was told 2 find them at the bottom of the escalator, only there R many different escalators at this large and lovely hotel. I checked eventually the room upstairs in case they were there, number 3419. Some noise was coming from inside, and it was no maid service. I knocked and could not get a response. My key was somehow MILLIONTH-COUNCIL erased magnetically. A very nice desk man, William later that afternoon reprogrammed me 2 new keys, but when I really needed 2 get into the room earlier, only yellow or red lights would light, no green, and no opened door. Try this hexagram on 4 size Andreas Petofi. Last night the next door scum occupants threw a loud party until 2 or maybe later. I took an extra pill that I had with me and finally managed 2 move off into the Astral Plane, 4 all I know these diseased sickies partied all night with that loud wall shaking garbage ‘music’. Lights everywhere, traffic lights, R burning me, like it is the eighties and nineties all over again. B4I list more and more dirty laundry here, I eventually found Dawn on the boardwalk along with Marcus and Letty. I had managed first 2 fake out like I was gonna look and C what numbers were coming out at a roulette wheel, and then snuck around and down and out onto the beach. Once there, and thanks 2 the sand dunes, none of them would even C me, and I could enjoy ridding a few ocean waves. The only thing that went my way was when I asked the 2 particular lifeguards on duty at the particular patrol-stand I arrived at when walking down from the casino boardwalk exit, if I could go out a ways and catch a few, they said if I show them I can swim, they will not whistle me in. So I swam a little, no biggie, and then out I went. I did enjoy a short time body surfing, but other than that, this was A ROD SERLING, NIGHTMARE VACATION, go ahead use the title Briggers, do it, titles ain’t copyrightable my brother, do it, like I give a shit Mister Trump-Winn Wonderphony. After this, Ann stayed in the room and watched TV, and I took the gang back home, dropping nutcase wild child Letty who has the physical strength of a bull and the beauty of a Miss Teenage America Queen, off at her EGG HARBOR house on Saint Louis Avenue, about a half mile or so from where the road begins that leads straight 2 the HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, where she is headed, or worst. She is all ready on probation 4 assault and robbery. She and Dawn R both career criminals and jail and prison is in their futures no matter how cuz Scy tries 2 shield and protect them, it is all only a matter of time, huh Don, Whooooo-oooooooo? Good luck at your performance. Hope U have a much better time than I did down there in nightmareville honey buns. All the way from Atlantic City until almost Letty’s Harbor house, Dawn n picked on me and insisted that it was me in a bad mood when all I was, was a bit tired and squeamish from overeating a gigantic sub sandwich from the White House Sub Shop the night B4. It was hell. She got beyond nasty and rambunctious, and Letty of course loves 2 chime in, her evil twin as she calls her, and also started being the rude and ignorant 15 year old juvy ill mannered kid that she is. Trying 2 fuel up on the way home was hell at the Absecon Wawa. They cone off so much of the place and everyone was arranging their cars so that cars with fuel fill boxes on the passenger side as my dumb car is designed, and this all made it just impossible 2 get in line anywhere and try 2 fuel up, as other cars also were squeezing me the mother fucking hell out that were indeed able 2 fuel up from their drivers side and more normal side. When I finally pulled away after deciding that I will go elsewhere, and did, 2 the CITGO just down the road, Route 30 Eastbound, Ann acted as though I have no patience and was in the wrong 4 leaving the place. There was no way 2 explain the hopelessness of the situation, so I just shut the fuck up. I could tell U that there were literally 100 or more giant sluts everywhere with big muscles and built like fucking tanks, all over both Resorts and Trump Plaza Casinos, and the beach and boardwalk, but this is sort of a par 4 the course thing and we need not waste time on this garbage. Ann thought that she had lots of food-complimentary-money in her account at the Resorts Casino, and found out when we drove over there on Wednesday night, that there was only a few dollars, so this is how we ended up at the White House, Corey Disney!!! Now how U did, well, that’s your own bizz BRO, tell me in as blog someday, pal, 4 now, here is how I did. The entire time was beyond miserable, the eats, the putting up with Dawn and Letty, the weather, the room party next door at 3421, and on and on sand freaking asshole on, BRA!!! PAWM-PIE, PEOPLE-ANIMALS-WEATHER-MACHINES, they do not leave out a pinch or a dash of any of the major 4 ingredients in this mighty evil tool of theirs. Let me show U, People, the giants, the attitudes, the attack on Dawn’s mood, even Ann’s, and influencing Letty as well, and the list is endless, and this is all covered in the PAWM-TOOL PT-1. PT-2 was left out, but when they want it, it is there, many times in the form of biting bugs and horsefly Haddonwood Swim Club pool attacks, as well as larger ones being normally the cat and dog realm, then PT-3 is weather, and the Astral Plane authorities called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL SCUM FILTH struck hard here, all though, lightning flashed after we checked in as people were all exiting the beach from an otherwise great beach day that ended quite abruptly. Still, the attack on this NIGHTMARE VACATION, leaves out the P3, and is quite sufficiently damaging enough with their vicious attack of PT-1-2-4-ETTOS-IAD.

On top of this and as if it is not bad enough without ATAMM SCUM kicking in on to of it, CHEMTRAILS WERE NASTY, CONTRIBUTING 2 MY POOR OVERALL WELL BEING, PLANES AND CHOPPERS R ALSO QUITE THE MENACE. They R not as bad as they can B, but they R certainly not dissolving away into thin air. It started with a USCG chopper over the Atlanticare Hospital of Atlantic city while I was parked with Letty, and Marcus and Dawn went inside yesterday afternoon B4 more hell broke loose at the casino and then later on during the miserable fucking ride back home. THAT FAMILY is the most evil and dysfunctional family in the universe. They destroy many innocent lives and then love 2 blame it on others. Not only do I know now Y my mom, who was long dead at the time, appeared 2 me in that horrific nightmare warning me 2 stay away from Dawn King, as well as Y cousins David and Barry came 2 me in that other interaction earlier in the year and warned me that THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4 ME EVER, AND THAT I CAN NEVER REALLY GET OFF LONG ISLAND. Last night at the casino, I had a quick dream in which MC was standing up in her own coffin and while a funeral 4 her was going on, she was laughing at me in that famous Angelique Dark shadows laughter tone that sends chills through any normal non-demon-entity, and a eulogy was being conducted, and fans were stretched 4 miles and miles beyond the building where this service was. I was the only one not seeing her lying there. She then proceeded 2 climb out and grab me and pick me up like I weigh 10 pounds, and in one quick whisk, hurled me right into the box where she was supposedly laying. Then she closed the lid and things grew black and I woke up 2C Ann King Silva who also had just awakened, walk from her bed next 2 mine, into the bathroom. This is not the first interaction similar 2 this, as twice now in the past 60 days I had a very similar one. I am merely bold enough today after all of this misery was intentionally perpetrated on me, 2 tell all of U that may B listening and reading. Now the hugest kicker in all of this, is not any of this, my brother, but it is this:

When I took my bath in the room, number 3419 around midnight or so or just shy, my first night there at Trump’s, Wednesday night, I finished up and was nice and clean, and then went 2 let the water out of the bath tub, only 2 find the system was broken and the water would not go out. I exited the bathroom and told Ann about the broken stopper just as she was getting into her own bed and we were about 2 go 2 sleep 4 the night. She said she would call the desk in the morning and they will send up a plumber. They did. Thursday moUUUUUUrning came BRA, and a very cool dude showed up and in no time at all managed 2 repair the problem. We got talking. He is just like me. We R both into the same things and totally believe conspiracy theory and many other things. The MILLIONTH-COUNCIL or MILCO 4 short, abbreviated by me, DOES NOT LIKER, not one tiny whittle bit Elmer Fwudd, anyone talking 2 me that is on my level and mindset. THIS IS WHAT CAUSED THE REST OF THE TIME THERE 2B SO FUCKING ASS BRUTAL AND HORRENDOUS 4 ME,. I know this only 2 well, it has been going on now for exactly 23 years, come fucking tomorrow, 8/15/86-8/15/09. Twenty-three mother fucking years now of this total nightmare. We both know that the Twin Towers in Manhattan was all bull shit. Dick prick Chaney the China Chain-man, sent all the jet aircraft that could have prevented the disaster on a war games training mission far away, right B4 the thing went fucking down. Most good conspiracy internet clubs all ready know all of this, and it can all B fact checked and fact proved, but not one OWNED & CONTROLLED large press outlet dared 2 print this and so much more, BRO!!!!!! Several other things along this line that proves beyond any doubt that it was US, the USA, all along, that really engineered all of this, and in league with our so called TERRORIST ENEMIES. Proof exists. THEY dispute this with that word that I know only 2 well and is used on me way 2 often, COINCIDENCE. This is all they have 2 back up their defensive lies. Now, if U or me, average nobody’s out here were ever 2 get into really big-ass trouble, and as prosecutor could build a rock solid circumstantial case against us, and we said oh wait a fucking minute, it is all just a big bunch of coincidences, WE WOULD NEVER C FRESH AIR OR GO BEYOND ABN EXERCISE YARD IN A PENN AGFAIN 4 THE REST OF OUR MOTHERFUCKING DISEASED AND PARTHETIC LIVES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all know I am telling U the truth here, some will admit it quietly in their own mind, some louder, some may say yeah, rock on Mountainpen, but the vast majority will never do this, and this is because they R in total or under total ETTOSIAN FUCKING MC CONTROL, player. Now saying all of this IN A CASINO, WITH A CASINO EMPLOYEE, AND THEN TAKE WHAT WENT DOWN AFTERWARDS WITH ME AT TRUMPS, KNOWING FUKLLY WELL THAT TRUM IS WOMO, HE IS POART OF MY NIGHTMARE AND HAS BEEN ALL Long Island along, does this REALLY HONESTLY SHOCK UY THAT IO HAD A VERY NIGHTMARISH VACATION, OR THAT THINGS TURNED ON A TOTAL DIME THE MINUTE THIS PLUMBER DUDE WALKED OUT THE DOOR OF ROOM NUMBER 3419????????? DERR, DUHH!!!!!!!

U know, if U wanna quickly talk about Gawky Gaukauk, and his fantastic technology of making numbers literally speak, telling accurate truths and revealing secret information and turning locked and dark closets into bright open booked rooms, try this on 4 fucking size. Archive how 2 do it on THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and go up and explore my writings on the famous website owned by mighty GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE called www.blogger.com/ and when U can work it and get extremely proficient at working it, then U can prove not only what MOUNTSAINPEN and MARK MOHR makes claims 2, but going far beyond the bible code or any other mortal concept, as this was learned by me on the ASTRAL-PLANE, now U can turn right around and do all of this in your very own life. So do it B4 any of U even dare make a negative comment about anything I say being any small kind of fucking bull shit. U have 2 prove a man 2B a liar, not just call a man one, if U wanna get any respect out of your words, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can walk up 2 anyone and say anything, and they can punch me right in the face, but all of this proves only that I said something that deserved a punch, and got one. That is all it ever can or will prove, this simply put is the {Jennifer Washburn HR ADVANTAGE ATLANTICARE SYNDROME} BRO!!!!!!! Moving somewhat past this and yet remaining on point here, I Can also just as easily have called this my Wonderful ‘09 Vacation. I could have told U that a giant beauty queen fell madly in love with me on the beach and we made passionate love all night at her home while Ann slept in the room at the casino. I then could have gone on 2 tell U that I played the mega jackpot slot and on my 10th pull won 4 million bucks. Then I could have told U that MC dropped by in disguise at 3 AM and apologized 4 all the things that her wicked dysfunctional family had done 2 me now for 20-40 years, and on and on and on. But what would that prove? It would only prove that I told 3 huge fucking lies on my blog. Moving this up by one late but not 2-late, hopefully, Doctor Carl Sagan dimension, 99th Congress of the United States, and other Blogaudians, what else however is this doing? Well if U had the brain of 1000 Albert Einstein’s and I could tell U the smallest bit about the real truth of atomic hyperspace and not the sci-fi-absurd phony version of it, I would begin with telling U that I tried 2 show a man who saw fucking miracles like Jesus walking on water, about this subject and he pooh-pooh stopped me in my tracks and was no way ready even with all that he saw and witnessed, 2 jump over the great consciousness barrier and really explore the science of ‘exploring hyperspace’. Now one way, and there R indeed very many ways, 2 abuse this science, is by recklessly making up stories, exaggerating, and prevaricating, or simply put, lying like a damn rug or being a filthy liar. There is a huge difference between being a liar and making up a story, and exploring hyperspace. Do U have 40 years 4 me 2 really seriously get into all of the specifics of this with any of U right here and now today? No, of course not, so later, a bit will get told here, and then a bit there, as best as I am able 2 relate 2 the dark aged time period of twenty oh nine Misses Exploratronic Hyperspace Supermind Marola of 1969.

Haddonwood was just the beginning point of my story of exploring hyperspace. It is a very real and grotesquely deadly thing 2 do if U do not understand 80% of it. I may understand 20%. No one out here can claim one percent. This is not an insult, it is a major ass hyper time warning. When I walk U through something and if UR interested, try it out in your own life and as U slowly get mind-blown times ten 2 the power of 777, then maybe, just freaking maybe, U will B on your way 2 learning a bit MOR-E, and maybe someday soon, even learning the truths of MOR-IANITY. No, not learning, learning or having faith have very little if anything 2 do with what MORIANITY preaches and is all about, very little if anything, my brother, and sister.

All I am asking right now of any of U is 2 examine my week this week, CY it all went down, as I can C it as clearly as a bright freaking blue sky. Then realize Y, and as I all ready told all of U 4 a number of weeks now, THE DOW WILL FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DAY AFTER DAY AND WEEK AFTER WEEK, AND THE PHILLIES WILL GO RIGHT DOW-N THE DRAIN, LOSING GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME. There is no parade this Halloween, BRO, sorry 2 tell U, ask MC’s neff, he knows, maybe he will tell U about the strange hotel heater up in Boston, as he knows all that also, just as he knows about my Saturn car, and who broke into it in 1996 at the Friendly Ice Cream store on Route one, in Northeast Philadelphia. But then, ask Julia White. She knows it all. She is the all wise omniscient MAYAN QUEEN, under the direct order and following of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Her second calendar begins in December of twenty-twelve misses 1969 Marola. The magic is with the connection of my physical age in present lifetime at this time in December of twelve, I am 58 years old on the 4th Paul Stoddard. Some powerful mathematics reveals this powerful numeric reality, and careful study of many prior blogging texts reveal this already, but still, I plan 2 revisit all of this with U later on, in rote and with more elucidation. Yeah Mister
Jane, the old ‘Highway 2 Hell Jenna Syndrome’ with Rose Jacoby kicked in last night up in room number 3419. Hay, how can U win? Right away there is the Empire State Building street 4 the floor number. Then Steely Dan and his RIAA let us laugh at the clown kicks in with the other part. Oh well, rock on, all U diseased rotten bastards, enjoy it now, DOGTOWN is there, and so RU, in torture boxes that I cannot legally blog in real detail.

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