Monday, August 31, 2009
HELP ME STATE POLICE AND GOVERNOR CORZINE
Y DO U PERMIT THIS 2 GO ON? Y WON'T U DO YOUR JOB AND PROTECT AN INNOCENT FUCKING CITIZEN? Y WON'T THE UM SITE WORK? WHO IS HACKING ME OFF THE UNDISCOVERED-MYSTERIES DOT COME SITE, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIFUCKINGATION?
HUGE TIME DEATH SIEGE FBI AND STATE COPS
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #24”
1:22 Post Meridian on August 24th of 2009, Monday
START OF BLOG:
This is not where the blog began, this is now 25 past ten at night on Monday night, an entire week in the future from where I wanted originally 2 post up around 3 or just after in the afternoon, an entire Monday ago. This is the final and 31st motherfucking day of the worst month of my entire cock sucking life, AUGUST of OH-NINE, BR!!!!!!!!!!! The Mayan Queen, JULIA WHITE, broke my computer. I had 2 take it into a repair shop not all that far from where the mighty child molester Thomas J. Reale fucked with me at 15 and a half on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. U will hear an incredible story, if U honestly R not in the mood 4 it, go off 2 another blog, because this gets beyond the fartherest stars of the heavens by quantitative factors and then some more. As any Morianity followers and Blogaudians R aware of, last week contained 2 nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRES, and the DOW JONES does nothing but forever shoot up and up and up just like I told all of U, not just my GIANT GINA.
Last week was trucking super loaded with MILITUFOCE DEATH SIEGE, it has been very bad 4 quite a while now, but last week after they struck the computer, it was no holds barred nor punches pulled, all was legal and ethical down 2 the filthiest dirtiest rottenest tactics that this sick diseased twisted shit bunch from hell could do at their total ass worst. Balloon siege is back major. Choppers and military planes and small loud planes were all over me all week long like flies on a garbage truck. Like HADDONWOOD GI-FLIES sent down from their long WHITE-winged planes with the black tips, Julia, and into the private club outdoor swimming pool of 1996. I never should have ever tried 2 mess with THAT-FAMILY. They R beyond fucking all mighty powerful. They broke my entire system, and took away my only means of a financial cushion in case of such screw ups, by pulling my CAPITAL-ONE BANK VISA account. On the same day, they broke the computer, they wiped out my account and 4 no good reason, after my paying this rotten bank a sum of 4,800 dollars 2 bring down my balance 2 around just under 300 bucks, they inform me that they reduced my credit line down 2 seven bills. In combination with the insult of putting a blotch on my credit record which all credit line decreases do by the way 4 those unaware of this banking and financial reality, I thought the number was a definite Mashell Daniels RPL dig, shot, and cute ass number. I would have closed out the account anyway, but this really iced the double bubble effect 4 me but good, and I know what I am imagining and what I am not. I also know that once Colaman’s system took a sharp turn 2 the south, all the rest would fall like dominos. But U have heard nothing at all.
Right after I looked up some possible distant cousins on the island, the real royal pain in the torment and torture box began. There was a terrible automobile accident that Chicky was in with his truck that I was strong armed into adding onto my car insurance policy. I knew at the time that if I ever tried 2 escape the islanders, the song lyrics would prove themselves out 2B true and nightmarish beyond what I can really honestly expect any of U out there reading this on the internet 2 take seriously and believe, yet still, I am gonna print every fucking word of this nightmare hell story, BRA!!!!!! I was planning my escape Sunday morning at one AM. When I got home from work Saturday morning, Dawn greeted me at the door and told me that a horrible accident had happened during the night just east of Egg Harbor Township with the truck. Chicky was drunk as hell and with his Guatemalan MAYAN friends. Now U must understand that unlike any of U, the scriptures jump right off the pages of the bible 4 me, I do not have one bit of fucking FAITH, I KNOW, I HAVE SEEN, I’VE WITNESSED the supernatural. I know how totally real and frighteningly dangerous all of it is. When it talks in scripture about things being planned B4 the Earth’s foundations were laid, most of U out here at best try and use your faith 2 believe in this wordage. I have no faith at all. I all ready know that all of this is totally real and true. The only trouble is that I know an upline teenaged girl is having a blast playing a game by dreaming into her own downline, as we all do by the way, but who cares, as I can only B concerned 4 right now this minute, with my small speck in the greater spectrum of the grand scheme of it all, BRA!!!!!! Just like Ed Green on the L&O television show, and BRA and BRO, I mean did I really, years B4I ever met Christopher Bennet and was taught what being a blogger was by him; all ready know the future and put my telephone listing under the name of Bobby Green? I did not even start watching this show until after I did this, let alone walk consciously and wakefully through the 03 and 04 and so forth years of this century. It was late in oh-two when I got sick 2 death of Callio and McGuire harassing me continually on the telephone, calling and hanging up every single fucklng day, year in and year out. My songs like MY PANDORA copyright examiner, do U honestly believe that Roddenberry knows that a real physical time traveler exists in the garden state, just because maybe, just fucking maybe, he had, or his pals Pillar and Berman had, heard my original lyrical content sent 2 the Copyright Office in 1980- called LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS? There R no time travelers and there is no time travel because in truth there is NO TIME. It all is a trick that conscious or so-called-AWAKE mind is creating 4 us who exist physically on this plane of materialization. But believe whatever turns U on and don’t listen 2 the one person on this sick Earth who really knows the truth, and C if I give a rats grass mole, BRA!!!! Forget about EMPIRE STATE, and learn what the letters ES really R all about, once and 4 all lads and lassies. It stands 4 2 powerful words that tells the truth about all of this bullshit. EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is all of it in a compressed nutshell. The dirt bag military persecuted the fuck out of me from the time I got 2 work Friday nioght the ending of Augustthe 28th and early into the 29th on Saturday morning. This is because their dirt ball sp[ace shuttle craft had just taken off down in scum bag tax wasted dollars NASA, and they always persecute me when they go up and when they come down or during major times in the mission where extreme danger is presented 2 the astronauts. Again, it is always about that ,mighty tool, ICPE, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Shortly after all was up, and roger that, and 10-4, and all that nonsense; they influenced Chicky 2 get together with his Guatemalan friends and relatives and crash his truck, insured in my name, totaling it, and causing 15,000 dollars worth of other property damage by destroying an expensive neon restaurant sign, the Country Kitchen, of Galloway Township, New Jersey, Gene Traveler, USAESMWG. Should any of U doubt this, drive by and C their temporary wooden one displayed out front, and then drive around 2 the back and C the large pole that was deeply concrete embedded into the ground, all crushed and wrecked out in the shallow wooded area past the rear parking area. STATE FARM Insurance who I was with had no mercy with me and cancelled my policy today. The impound lot told Dawn, Chicky’s wife, that if 300 dollars s not paid tomorrow, I will B taken into court and MY drivers license will B taken from me. This was HOW I COULD NOT EXCAPE LONG ISLAND. THIS IS THE ROYAL FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS THAT ONLY THAT-FAMILY CAN CAUSE. ONLY THEY CAN TOTALLY DESCIMATE AND RUIN A MANS’ ENTIRE LIFE. Remember or reread the blogs from earlier in 2009, on www.blogger.com/, just type in the title, NO ESCAPE FROM LONG ISLAND. I have seen and witnessed and been VICTIMIZED by their supernatural powers now 4 nearly a half of a fucking century now, I know how real it is and this is where they got the idea 4 their movie in the late nineties, THE TRUMAN STORY, he could not get out either, it was all staged. ALL WAS A GAME. The beast was in the east again, HUH DAVID LATE OR 2 LATE SCYLLA ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was at work, lightning started flashing around 4 a short while 2 let me know the military and the 177th DEVILS of SATAN were out 2 get me good, and they did. Today, DEEDEE flocks were all over the Egg Harbor and Galloway Township areas, huge flocks of giant birds, they know walking dead men when they C them in their cars, read what SHE has 2 say in HER mighty words of the HOL:Y BIBLE, C what LORD/ESS or SAR/AH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE says about my birds. On top of all of this, my hay fever is off the fucking scale horrific, as it is a seasonal hell that I live with each year around this time.
U know it strikes me so funny how the human mind is not capable of rationally looking at things presented 2 them, especially when it is 2 weird and far out there 4 them, and they really R hoping that the person saying the stuff is just a shack job nutcase lunatic. Someone mentioned that my seeing the prosecutor in no way had any connections with the LAW AND ORDER show on television getting created. They had ingeniously copied my directions and now they R an immediate expert on working out Gawnum equations. After-all, there is no match out with my PCN-871 and L&O’s PCN-275. Wow, really? Gosh. Let me show U something Einstein. What would law and order have 2 do with me? Did U ever think that adding the appropriate word SHOW after LAW AND ORDER, might B a tad bit mote logical there, Mister Spok? A second Einstein mentionbed that PAULA KING is very much a heavy match with me, so Y is she not your friend, Y is she the MAYAN QUEEN of disaster that U blog about and refer 2 as Julia White? Well, I do not REFER 2 HER as anything. She came into my mind, AS Julia White, and influenced ME 2 write the 1994 book called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. After writing it and 4 numerous years right into early 2009, this very year a s9olid decade and a half after finishing the book, I just recently remembered my trip up 2 the freaking island and her raping me in the mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York. She hypnotized me. She even sent my cousin Herbert Huntington recently into a major interaction where he tried 2 tell me that she had nothing 2 do with any of this. I knew he was lying and proved it, right in the interaction, and wow was this a fucking doodad of an experience 4 some future blogging text, BRO!!!!!!!! Now let me discuss a doozie interaction that happened shortly after my computer was destroyed 2 Monday’s ago and my Capital One Visa account was pulled. I fell into a nasty ass rotten sleep. Suddenly my mother and I were in a maze of corridors at some hospital. We were both there 2 visit MC who was a patient there, under an assumed name and with the utmost QT. She had been the victim of a crime that would not B a smart thing 4 me 2 discuss details on in a public blog. We seemed 2 know her very well, and mother had not yet fallen victim 2 her weird and undiagnosed medical condition that led 2 her eventual demise in early March of 2000 here in the waking world, or your concept of this. As we entered an area where some elevators were located, yet still were back in a hallway and walking towards them, we were speaking and conversing in a quiet hospital tone, and I said her first name and mother stopped suddenly and gave me a stare-down that I haven’t seen since high school. Then she said, “Mark, U can’t say that in here, we’ll B thrown out of the hospital”. I stared right back at her and said the following thing 2 her,” Mom what is wrong with U, there R many $%&*#$’s in the world, as well as Jeff’s and Toms and Jane’s and Joan’s”. Suddenly the interaction by my reference point here in waking reality, ‘dreamshifted’ 2 an entirely different location, still with my mother, and she was being handed a letter, always a freaking letter, 12 years of this now, and the man delivering 2 her personally insisted that she give him her full name first. She suddenly could not seem 2 remember it and kept stammering and stuttering, and I finally raised my voice and told him her name, but he kept insisting that B4 he gives this letter 2 her, SHE must tell him her name. She could not. This reminded me a lot of Barnabas Collins, Angelique, and Ben Stokes, on Dark Shadows, but I figured out the real meaning of much deeper shit here than just the old soap horror show of years gone freaking by, BRA!!!!!!! Again, future blogs and future times R made and designed 4 more elucidation on interactions like these, and right now I need 2 finish this up and post and crash, as I must get up early and take Dawn 2 her probie dude, John Judy. B4I end this, back 2 answering Einstein number 2 and her wonderment and bewilderment of my match up Gawnumly with Paula King. A long time back by mortal references, a year or less in fact, I blogged that the GAWNUM shows a compatibility in events that thereby can solve mysterious queries, if and when properly tested so that other all ready known things R matched and then U can plug in alternate words and dates and times and locations and names and so on and so freaking forth, Still, I know I added in here, that the GAWNUM shows a connection between things or a lacking in connection, but not necessarily whether this connection is a good positive one or a bad negative one. GAWNUM studies can show good and bad ONLY when specified and queried as indeed doing so. Again, everything has a convertible private cosmically-coded number, or PCN.
Does anyone remember the day my driving skills were challenged and questioned after my returning from the Galloway Library behind their police building and the girl I call TWINBAY that called me a GLASS HALF EMPTY GUY? Look at the connective symbolism just with the location here. Remember how she was trying 2 get a drivers license, and I was saying I had one since I was 18, being still 53 at the time totaling 35 years, and who is she 2 lecture me? Well, here I am again, in the same area, a stones throw away, and here is another ACCIDENT SITUATION, and now they R gonna try and pull my license. Do U still not believe the reality that all is energy and connected up together in the energy realm as tiny sub atomic numeration systems, proving Gawky Gaukauk is no liar, nor is his system called the GAWNUM, Astrally??????????? Well, U will believe whatever U choose, and that much, I KNOW is truer than relativity. That, even today, is still THEORY, as no one has proved it by taking a trip 2 the future in an ultra high velocity space vessel. It has proven out 2 work in a microcosm but some things indeed that do this, still do not when put 2 real tests, and all scientists worth their salt know this fact.
I AM NOT AFRAID OF U JULIA WHITE. GO AHEAD AND FUCKING MURDER ME, DO IT IN MY SLEEP LIKE U DID 2 MY MOTHER, OR ANY WAY U WISH. DEATH DOES NOT FRIGHTEN ME. GO PLAY WITH MOTH BALLS. Somebody is asking 2 get theirs ladies and gentleman, as I am a mere human with limits and tolerances, and have taken way more than my fucking share of pain and punishment at the hand of these fucking MAYANS, who planned all this millions of fucking years ago. They planned this, this town, this life, and THAT FAMILY, and told me indirectly in ways that only get me laughed at, that indeed, “THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4U, BOY” Somebody out here better love real estate and want 2 get some land, because BRO, UR about 2 get some land handed 2U quickly, and not a lot of land, but 2 big achers, CRUNCH, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this blog was meant 2 begin like this, BRA:
Joe King is staying with us this week here in HELL, thank the gods. Still, things have never been anywhere near this bad, even 4 this wonderful diseased family. No one out there reading this has a tiny clue. I have known people from maximum security state and federal prison as well as people from spending years in sike wards and in state run psychiatric facilities, yet never have I encountered anything like this, not ever, and I STAND BY MY IMPLICATIONS MADE ON PRIOR BLOG ‘TWENTY-THREE’. Clang, ding, gong, those 15 bell loud cymbals and symbols, there they go, trustworthy as any other precision clockwork that I have ever seen as well, BRO GAWKY. JACK MC-COY IS WRONG, tell your client Jack sir, there IS enough $$$$$ 2 keep peeps out of the pen, BRA. That has been proven 2 me since this nightmare began after my 70 days of non-blogging and this insidious and odious plan that followed. Tomorrow, Tuesday, at 9:30 Ante’ Meridian, we all go 2 court in Hammonton/Berryville. I am just wheelman Charlie, and thank the gods was not here Friday night 2 have witnessed this nightmare occurrence at the HOH, (House-Of-Horrors). Anyone wishing 2 archive this stuff that started at the end of 2007 and early into 2008 when I indeed went off the system 4 roughly 70 days and nights, dead silence from the Mountains of Pen, merely needs 2 go 2 the website of www.blogger.com and can try http add ons of either drunkenhive or theansweristhequestion. U can also try Googling up BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and include dates of blogs and put this inside of the quotation symbols. Anyone that does not even give me one tiny benefit of the doubt that I am being attacked by the Queen Mayan named Julia White, is ignorant and or just plain cruel. This family or said much better, THAT-FAMILY has put me through 39 years of total inconceivable nightmarish hell. Someday, I will hire private dicks 2 go up 2 Aunt Ruth Huntington, or the late as she expired from that phony White-Flu-Shot in 1977, but up 2 the family area on the great island, and find some of my cousins that might B willing 2 talk and help me 2 get 2 the bottom of this nightmare that has plagued me now since around 1958. Computer hacking is bad, mouse not wanting 2 respond 2 command, a very old and well used nineties hackers trick, done that day 2 me when Fred Windstein and I were at the nightmare death house of Somerdale, referenced 2 so often in older blogging texts. The telephone line as well as the electrical lines all went out and wild stuff appeared on the computer screens, terroristic threats, and then the system was wiped out. This was done by the branch of THAT FAMILY FROM 1970 of MCGUIRE and CALLIO families of the Atlantic City and Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area. When I was molested in the home on Cornwell Avenue by their friend, Thomas J. Reale in 1970, in early July, I had nightmares where this entire family came 2 me in these powerful ‘dreams’ and identified themselves 2 me as simply, THAT-FAMILY, And all of this has been previously blogged over and over on numerous blogging websites, BRA.
Ann King is going 2 drop the charges made against her violent daughter early Saturday morning when the police were here at the house and I was at my job. Her Probie, John Judy, at the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Justice Complex, said this is the only way she will not go back 2 jail. This was all discussed a few hours back today by telephone. Dawn has agreed 2 stop drinking. Of course she will not, Chicky and Dawn R alcoholics who refuse 2 ever admit being wrong about anything, never willing 2 attend the mandatory AA meetings, and even force and intimidate me 2 sign a fake name here and there on an official sheet that Dawn takes 2 her probie JJ on a regular basis, showing she attends these meetings when in fact it is a hoax. The landlord and FBI agent has 2 know all the things going on, and must have accepted a huge payoff bribe by TF-70, McCoy, so don’t make me laugh about telling clients that there is not enough $$$$ in the world 2 buy your way out of freaking jail, as I am not BUYING into that nonsense 4 one measly second.
Now I will B gone at the end of the week, mysteriously vanishing into the 4 winds forever, and there will B no more Mountainpen or Mark Mohr on the internet. So let me try and respond 2 a few little things asked of me, not that it will totally answer anyone but if I had more time, then things could B different. Let me start with the queries about the hexnumer that I Have received over the past months of this oh-nine year. Every 16 of anything is very major, and has 2 do with the mental realm, or the mind dimension or the sixth dimension, the name of this whatever non-place is meaningless. It sends signals of a sort far beyond human graspable terms down into the next lower dimensionality or the 5th dimensional hyperspace, and operates in a base 16. The proof is that non biological thinking machines function at their maximum when built 2 operate on the hexadecimal or base 16 binary, ask any geek or computer whiz. Still this filters down into biological thinking machines as well, like us, using our brains, the physical counterpart of the collective DS or 6th-D, or MIND. Anytime U start anywhere and give it a frame of reference, U can date back or forward all U want, B it in days, weeks, months, years, or whatever, and if U do it in 16ths, U will B totally amazed at what this truth will reveal 2U, BRA. The hexnumer is not magic, it merely is the reason that all of hyperspace operates as it does including the up and down lining of thought itself inside of a larger closed infinity loop, the mind realm just below D-7, or LAWTRONICS. To those questioning the music connection in all of this, U may say that what I now say is lame and dumb, that is your bizz entirely, but hay, it is what it is. Sugar is sweet, salt is strong and sharp, water is wet, land is dry, and gravity pulls things from up 2 down. Every time in my entire life, that music in any way at all is connected into something, all hell strikes the shit fans fast and hard, and my pal the late David Charles Roth was in the exact same situation 4 unknown reasons, and remember he was a friend of one of the mighty Jackson’s, the least known, but still, a Jackson, Mizz Red-Even-Black-Even. Now moving on with this, the bolder I got over the summer of 2009, in telling things ABOUT that-family, MC’s own clan, distant as it may B, things progressed rapidly from wildfire 2 thermo-nuclear. I told simple truths here, and simple truths about Dave and his failed trip up 2 a Philadelphia music store just as he was about 2 purchase a drum set after many years of planning sand saving 4 it, and then like magic, his Cadillac totally threw an engine rod and permanently died. No drums. Every time I try 2 pursue the Peter Viteritti thing, I am literally cosmically assaulted and mother trucking pummeled and hammered. Hay, believe whatever U want, and feel free 2 disagree. All I know is what was told 2 me long ago in a different lifetime, that through vivid dreaming I can recall with perfect clarity, Carl Castaneda and Don Wan Mattes. The hemlock drinking philosopher and I were sitting near the shoreline of the great Red Sea and his words 2 me during one of our talks when I lived in the Roman Empire as the Silversmith Demetrious, and I was telling him how Diana was the love of my life, and I had 2 keep this a secret or the empire would put me 2 death 4 daring 2 claim a GODDESS 4 his woman, and wished there was some way 2 spread a message 2 the entire stars of the sky how unfair it all is, and this is when he said 2 me while staring directly at me, “Demetrious, beware the tide that brings the music message, as this will always B heard the loudest, and remembered the longest”. If Plato himself was aware that messages R most powerful when delivered in song, then really JJ-Evans, Kid-DIE-NO-MITE, what CAN I SAY?????????????????????? Since my life is a nightmare message that I am indeed attempting 2 get out 2 the entire world, and I can write music on top of this, simply add up one and one and realize Y my being forbidden anywhere near music is equal 2 number freaking 2.
The very end of the 39th chapter of the book of JOB in the HOLY SCRIPTURES tells it so true. Sarah or LORDESS STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE does allow me 2 love this great Goddess, and has given her permission as well as her blessing. Only in this current century am I in my soul existence so 2 speak, aware that SHE is the ELECTRON in our world of time and hyperspace. This is Y scripture says that SHE can indeed hit the MARK, or better translated 2 American 2009 lingo, B with me forever, as Rictafarius on the Astral Plane, and I am permitted this memory while consciously awake and living physically here in this time world as Mark Wayne Mohr.
Now 4 Julia Mayan White the great, AKA Paula King and some other names not all that smart 4 me 2 blog, and this will finish out today’s quick note 2 the world. She thought I had remembered what she did 2 me in 1968, when 18 years later in 1986, I wrote that egotistical song called, “Real Good Girl”, and sent it down 4 copyright in late July, 2 the United States Office of Copyrights, Library of the Congress, in Washington, DC. I had not remembered, but she could not take the chance. All she knew is that I had seemingly broken the HUNTINGTON CURSE. This would have intergalactic as well as transdimensional effects of a totally catastrophic nature, or so she believed, obviously, BRA. The war was on, winds and on, no peace, no Tolstoy’s, and no way out. Try 2 get out of this one bub. Try 2 escape, or hide, this was told 2 me 4B it had any meaning, B4 time caught up, B4 my conscious world illusion met up with the circumstances, BRO. The greatest fish in the bay was loose now, and had 2B re-caught and returned back 2 the Huntington Bay Lakehouse, B4 the universe might collapse, this is all the mighty Doctor White, Goddess of the MAYANS knew. Well, maybe she was right, but still does this give the cosmos the right and privilege 2 keep me down and in eternal hell fire? I do not agree with this and will fight this 2 my dying breath and the last drop of my out flowing mother freaking blood, BRA!!!!!!
The blog was going 2 end here, but I am being trucking major computer hacked, and cannot get any uploaded blogs 2 any of my blogger sites. I have tried shutting down and restarting twice, no freaking dice. The Comcast Cable modem shows all the proper lights on and holding steady, better than many times when I look over at it and wonder if I am good 2 post or not. As I said, this Julia White character is behind all my woes and definitely now I have come 2 realize and know with a greater than normal knowing of simple facts like one plus one, that indeed she is behind all of my miseries, and is part of the controller that is behind this current planet and its woes and the games played by the Astral forces and realm gods and goddesses that inhabit the location-interaction there known as OLYMPIA-PROPER, in the Province Olympia. When I was writing the book, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” in the year 1994, her name POPPED into my head as the character. Now with the fictional name of Jim Pratt, that was a simple changed name from the real dude who I did meet in the waking world computer school called “Professional Careers Institute”, at the one cherry Hill Building of the famous Cherry Hill Mall, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, Roddenberry Traveler, and no Nina, no Nina Soifer, and no money-man involved in the equation here. So add whipped cream and nuts on Sunday or any day and put that in the fireplace along with your soul, JW. This man was indeed named Jim, but his last name was the preemptor of the mighty famous LAW AND ORDER show that they trucked me out of this afternoon and put that slutty Brenda Closer on instead. Yes Jim Pratt was a fictional normal writer’s book name change, and the real character is named James T. Burr. His daddy does not run any starships either BRA. So Y did Julia White think I remembered my solo trip up 2 Babylon, Long Island in August of 1968 just because I wrote a song called “REAL GOOD GIRL”? Y did she care? Y did she do all of this 2 begin with I’m sure that most readers R presuming and pondering over by now? She saw me winning using a system that she knew only Diana Arteemis knew about called Applied Parallel Event, with the casino game of Roulette, in Atlantic city. She saw me beating the HUNTINGTON CURSE that began with the death and crucifixion of our LORD/SAR Jesus Christ. Is there a whole lot more 2 all of this? Well, is the ocean large, wet, and salty, BRA??????????????? Later on I’ll tell U much more B4I disappear forever next weekend, as I cannot take any freaking more of her stinking bull shirt. And only she is powerful enough 2 really put a shirt on a bull.
I tried again and they keep giving me page-load-error screens that come up, and they will not let me legally have my say. U wait, right after their sick Dow Jones is closed and goes up 300 points today, then they will let me post, and the fucking FBI could care totally less how my civil rights R being trampled on and buried in the diarrhea quicksand of hellfire and nightmares. Let me remind U all that when I moved into Jenny whorebitches trailer park on Halloween day of 2000, she and I got along splendidly, and it was not until I showed her the hexnumer, name-number count percentage difference, and other similar Gawkian Astral Technologies of numeration, that all hell literally broke loose. This is YI laugh 2 death at atheists and scoffers and all out here that just love 2 live in your unbelief in otherworldly paranormal supernatural esoteric things all around us all the time, just because UR2 “spiritually-DEAD” 2 observe this around U. Maybe a rephrase is needed here, let me really admit it and say, “LUCKY enough”.
Dawn gave me money 2 hold 4 her and insists that I did not give it all back 2 her, ripping me off 4 twenty dollars after I was nice enough a week ago 2 spend 17 dollars buying her liquor on my visa debit card and told her it was a gift, 2 try and get her a little bit nicer and happier, a ridiculous move on my part, as if Satan ever came 2 Earth with a human birth, I freaking know just who the mother fucking shit it is, DAWN MARIE KING LAINES, and that’s FUCKING GOSPEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never again will I hold her money, I cannot afford 2 get ripped off.
I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED AND CANNOT GET ONTO THE MOTHER FUCKING INTERNET 4 OVER 90 MINUTES. NOW THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET IS CLOSED AND IT IS 2 MINUTES PAST 4, HOW MUCH DO U WANNA FUCKING BET THIS NOW WILL B PERMITTED 2 POST FUCKING UP???????????
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL, OR BETTER SAID, MC, RULES US ALL, AND THEY ALL ADMITTED 2 IT FROM 1,200 FEET UP IN THE SKY IN THE MIDDLE OF 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT FUN REALLY IS IT DICK IN THE MOUTHS, WHEN IT IS TOTALLY 100% FIXED? I CANNOT C HOW THIS CAN REALLY ADD THE SPICE INGREDIENT OF {FUN} INTO YOUR ROTTEN FUCKING DISEASED GAMES.
Well I was wrong. It is 6 past 4 now, and someone has totally mother fucking hacked out my ability 2 post up a thing or get onto the internet. When Dawn wakes up, she will have 2 call the Comcast and have a fucking man over here sometime. We pay insurance 4 this fucking service, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have had this computer since May of 2008, and never has it been this badly and totally hacked up. Loud motor shit fucking cycles R going by, they know they have me, chemtrailing was nasty earlier when I took Ann King Silva out 2 buy some tobacco tubes. I cannot call Comcast, it is no longer my account and I do not live in my own place with my own account, and Dawn who was asleep earlier, is now discussing personal issues with Judge Raso, and there is nothing I can do. If I call, they will not help me. It is half fucking past 4 of the clock now, and I guess this is it, the end of my blogs or back 2 the mother fucking library where all this fucking hell began in the fucking first place, talk about mother fucking round robins at light speed hyper cubed, BRO.
Well I will use this down time 2 discuss my favorite subject since they wanna B super-cute. Julia White is behind all of this, and always was and will B. The hostilitygram that my MORIANS have heard me make mention of on numerous occasions is off the scale bad and has been 4 quite a while now, BRA!!!! This is when I started worrying, say around 2 or 3 weeks ago. Then it was merely a predictable procession of negative fucking events, the crashing of both Roger Carey’s system, the crashing of my father’s system, and then the residence hellishness. It bothered me 4 years on a grand scale YI no longer could win money playing roulette when I was doing nothing differently than in 1986 when I made 9,200 dollars in my spare time and was living on top of the world like a TF-70-KING, the gods forbid.
Just now I have come 2 learn that an account that I had in good standing 4 a long time at the Capital One Bank, has basically thrown me out with the trash. This is all 2 make the Dow Jones go up over 10 thousand and there is no way in hell now that it will not, most likely by tomorrow, but definitely by the week’s end. They reduced my credit line from 5 grand down 2 seven hundred dollars. I will send them the 300 that I owe them along with my cut up card, and close the account. I intend now 2 call Judge Raso and ask him 2 help me refinance a consolidation on my remaining bills so that the payment will B less, and more affordable. After all, creditors reward a loyal good paying person by cancelling out their credit, so I no longer care about my credit rating, it is shot anyway from a personal bankruptcy back around 2004, and again who do I have 2 totally thank 4 that but good old PAULA J-KING WHITE!!!!!! Can my mother fucking cunt lapping life get any worse? Comcast cannot help me, so I do not know when if ever, my computer will work again, so FUCK IT. I will just go back 2 using the fucking library computer, SUCK MY FUCKING DICK WHORE JULIA WHITE, AND ALL OF U EVIL SHITS FROM SOUTH AMERICA BEHIND MY TOTAL DEMISE!!!!!!!!! I told U how evil bankers R, but U did not believe me, Mister President, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well so much 4 Prudential Life Insurance, the dirty bastards fucked me, now I will take my passport and get the fuck out of here Saturday, as planned. Fuck all of U, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well it is now nearly eight of the clock at night. My life has been totally fucking wrecked by THAT-FAMILY of 1970. I have been super virus and worm hack jack LATTISAW attacked, and by which/witch Stacey, I wonder? This may B a very long blog, as I may not B able 2 post up 4 a week, as a friend of Ed Himacane’s is coming over then, if I am lucky, 2 look at it, and in the fucking mean time, I can only just continue attempting 2C what is wrong, running all and any blocked programs no matter how lengthy the process with my whittle freaking one gig of memory, and so on and so forth. This is definitely the most fucklng horrific attack I have ever gone through in my entire nearly fucking 55 years of present lifetime human waking existence, BRA!!!!!!!! There will B revenge and retaliation, and when UC it on the news, just remember this motherfucking blog. I tried again and it is totally dead, cannot get past this page that says connection 2 server is whatever and whatever and transfuckinglation, it won’t work. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY HUMNAN RIGHTS. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, ACLU. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS.
Well it now is 6 minutes B4 eleven Monday evening, and a very nice lady from
Comcast Cable walked me through a million steps on the computer while speaking on the telephone. Nothing stopped this wild problem. She at first thought a virus got me, but at the end she diagnosed an overly secure defense system that has blocked internet access totally. She told me that I will have 2 call a local small mom and pop computer place, and that there is a real good one in Woodbury, New Jersey. They can repair it, and should only cost me 20-50 bucks. There is no way this happened, and I still believe this 2B a huge hyper time gigantic Stacey Lattisaw JACK HACK ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite this fuck up today the market was only up 3 and a half mother fucking points, I am sure the Phillies were totally crushed however, let me check the fucking sports channel now, BRO. Well they did not score a FULL-EVIL filthy empire at least, my Philadelphia Phillies won by a 6:2 score against the Heinz Gottwald Mets, HA-HA-HA. At least I managed 2 eek out a splitpire, short 4 a split empire. JULIA WHITE the mighty South American MAYAN started all this shit with me with the parallel event after I began breaking out of the HUNTINGTON CURSE, and sent down the song REAL GOOD GIRL 2 the United States Copyright Office in July of 1986. Still, I know the song was heard by her and THAT-FAMILY and from there she feared that I had remembered being hypnotized, and would begin wondering about whether or not I might have children running around after what she did 2 me on the island in 1968.
I tried the computer internet again, NO DICE. It will have 2B taken tomorrow 2 a fucking repair shop 2 get un-hacked. This is a pure family of pure disease. They have destroyed every possible and potential facet and parameter of my entire life. Y am I so important? Y? If my claims of who I am related 2 and this curse being real is not true and real beyond any doubt, than U tell me just what the fucking hell is going on around me 24/7/365.2422. Jane Sleaze Louise Fonda almost got me, but HA-HA, it is 14 past eleven, screw U dip-weeds, big muscles and all. It is now 3 minutes past midfreakingnight on Tuesfreakingday, the 25th of miserable asshole August of screw plow hand and wine ADEG. I am the most motherfucking miserable and picked on human being on the face of this ill and pathetically diseased messed up planet. Let me crash off 2 the Astral Plane where I really am anyway, and shut down this dumb dream here 4 a few hours by mortal waking perspective and reference, and get up and take my compuker tower into a repair shop and get 2 the motherfucking bottom of this nightmare shit, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, SCAN 4 WHOEVER DID THIS 2 ME AND TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND DESTROY THESE GARBAGE SUCKING FILTH BAGS AND ALL LOVED ONES. Go to G-7 open command, use all general and special orders, and max out your gain and all controls against your gain. Your desire key is switching from the J-normal neutral power position over to the I position. On an I to D, A/B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, empower the crushed and obliterated image object on your freaking transpower block. The tones from the old style phone machine system R now equal 2 the post published successfully prompt on the website of blogger dot com on the internet. G-1133 under G-901, G-13, G-14, under CG-5555, CG-18 and STOP.
1:22 Post Meridian on August 24th of 2009, Monday
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This is not where the blog began, this is now 25 past ten at night on Monday night, an entire week in the future from where I wanted originally 2 post up around 3 or just after in the afternoon, an entire Monday ago. This is the final and 31st motherfucking day of the worst month of my entire cock sucking life, AUGUST of OH-NINE, BR!!!!!!!!!!! The Mayan Queen, JULIA WHITE, broke my computer. I had 2 take it into a repair shop not all that far from where the mighty child molester Thomas J. Reale fucked with me at 15 and a half on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. U will hear an incredible story, if U honestly R not in the mood 4 it, go off 2 another blog, because this gets beyond the fartherest stars of the heavens by quantitative factors and then some more. As any Morianity followers and Blogaudians R aware of, last week contained 2 nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRES, and the DOW JONES does nothing but forever shoot up and up and up just like I told all of U, not just my GIANT GINA.
Last week was trucking super loaded with MILITUFOCE DEATH SIEGE, it has been very bad 4 quite a while now, but last week after they struck the computer, it was no holds barred nor punches pulled, all was legal and ethical down 2 the filthiest dirtiest rottenest tactics that this sick diseased twisted shit bunch from hell could do at their total ass worst. Balloon siege is back major. Choppers and military planes and small loud planes were all over me all week long like flies on a garbage truck. Like HADDONWOOD GI-FLIES sent down from their long WHITE-winged planes with the black tips, Julia, and into the private club outdoor swimming pool of 1996. I never should have ever tried 2 mess with THAT-FAMILY. They R beyond fucking all mighty powerful. They broke my entire system, and took away my only means of a financial cushion in case of such screw ups, by pulling my CAPITAL-ONE BANK VISA account. On the same day, they broke the computer, they wiped out my account and 4 no good reason, after my paying this rotten bank a sum of 4,800 dollars 2 bring down my balance 2 around just under 300 bucks, they inform me that they reduced my credit line down 2 seven bills. In combination with the insult of putting a blotch on my credit record which all credit line decreases do by the way 4 those unaware of this banking and financial reality, I thought the number was a definite Mashell Daniels RPL dig, shot, and cute ass number. I would have closed out the account anyway, but this really iced the double bubble effect 4 me but good, and I know what I am imagining and what I am not. I also know that once Colaman’s system took a sharp turn 2 the south, all the rest would fall like dominos. But U have heard nothing at all.
Right after I looked up some possible distant cousins on the island, the real royal pain in the torment and torture box began. There was a terrible automobile accident that Chicky was in with his truck that I was strong armed into adding onto my car insurance policy. I knew at the time that if I ever tried 2 escape the islanders, the song lyrics would prove themselves out 2B true and nightmarish beyond what I can really honestly expect any of U out there reading this on the internet 2 take seriously and believe, yet still, I am gonna print every fucking word of this nightmare hell story, BRA!!!!!! I was planning my escape Sunday morning at one AM. When I got home from work Saturday morning, Dawn greeted me at the door and told me that a horrible accident had happened during the night just east of Egg Harbor Township with the truck. Chicky was drunk as hell and with his Guatemalan MAYAN friends. Now U must understand that unlike any of U, the scriptures jump right off the pages of the bible 4 me, I do not have one bit of fucking FAITH, I KNOW, I HAVE SEEN, I’VE WITNESSED the supernatural. I know how totally real and frighteningly dangerous all of it is. When it talks in scripture about things being planned B4 the Earth’s foundations were laid, most of U out here at best try and use your faith 2 believe in this wordage. I have no faith at all. I all ready know that all of this is totally real and true. The only trouble is that I know an upline teenaged girl is having a blast playing a game by dreaming into her own downline, as we all do by the way, but who cares, as I can only B concerned 4 right now this minute, with my small speck in the greater spectrum of the grand scheme of it all, BRA!!!!!! Just like Ed Green on the L&O television show, and BRA and BRO, I mean did I really, years B4I ever met Christopher Bennet and was taught what being a blogger was by him; all ready know the future and put my telephone listing under the name of Bobby Green? I did not even start watching this show until after I did this, let alone walk consciously and wakefully through the 03 and 04 and so forth years of this century. It was late in oh-two when I got sick 2 death of Callio and McGuire harassing me continually on the telephone, calling and hanging up every single fucklng day, year in and year out. My songs like MY PANDORA copyright examiner, do U honestly believe that Roddenberry knows that a real physical time traveler exists in the garden state, just because maybe, just fucking maybe, he had, or his pals Pillar and Berman had, heard my original lyrical content sent 2 the Copyright Office in 1980- called LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS? There R no time travelers and there is no time travel because in truth there is NO TIME. It all is a trick that conscious or so-called-AWAKE mind is creating 4 us who exist physically on this plane of materialization. But believe whatever turns U on and don’t listen 2 the one person on this sick Earth who really knows the truth, and C if I give a rats grass mole, BRA!!!! Forget about EMPIRE STATE, and learn what the letters ES really R all about, once and 4 all lads and lassies. It stands 4 2 powerful words that tells the truth about all of this bullshit. EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is all of it in a compressed nutshell. The dirt bag military persecuted the fuck out of me from the time I got 2 work Friday nioght the ending of Augustthe 28th and early into the 29th on Saturday morning. This is because their dirt ball sp[ace shuttle craft had just taken off down in scum bag tax wasted dollars NASA, and they always persecute me when they go up and when they come down or during major times in the mission where extreme danger is presented 2 the astronauts. Again, it is always about that ,mighty tool, ICPE, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Shortly after all was up, and roger that, and 10-4, and all that nonsense; they influenced Chicky 2 get together with his Guatemalan friends and relatives and crash his truck, insured in my name, totaling it, and causing 15,000 dollars worth of other property damage by destroying an expensive neon restaurant sign, the Country Kitchen, of Galloway Township, New Jersey, Gene Traveler, USAESMWG. Should any of U doubt this, drive by and C their temporary wooden one displayed out front, and then drive around 2 the back and C the large pole that was deeply concrete embedded into the ground, all crushed and wrecked out in the shallow wooded area past the rear parking area. STATE FARM Insurance who I was with had no mercy with me and cancelled my policy today. The impound lot told Dawn, Chicky’s wife, that if 300 dollars s not paid tomorrow, I will B taken into court and MY drivers license will B taken from me. This was HOW I COULD NOT EXCAPE LONG ISLAND. THIS IS THE ROYAL FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS THAT ONLY THAT-FAMILY CAN CAUSE. ONLY THEY CAN TOTALLY DESCIMATE AND RUIN A MANS’ ENTIRE LIFE. Remember or reread the blogs from earlier in 2009, on www.blogger.com/, just type in the title, NO ESCAPE FROM LONG ISLAND. I have seen and witnessed and been VICTIMIZED by their supernatural powers now 4 nearly a half of a fucking century now, I know how real it is and this is where they got the idea 4 their movie in the late nineties, THE TRUMAN STORY, he could not get out either, it was all staged. ALL WAS A GAME. The beast was in the east again, HUH DAVID LATE OR 2 LATE SCYLLA ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was at work, lightning started flashing around 4 a short while 2 let me know the military and the 177th DEVILS of SATAN were out 2 get me good, and they did. Today, DEEDEE flocks were all over the Egg Harbor and Galloway Township areas, huge flocks of giant birds, they know walking dead men when they C them in their cars, read what SHE has 2 say in HER mighty words of the HOL:Y BIBLE, C what LORD/ESS or SAR/AH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE says about my birds. On top of all of this, my hay fever is off the fucking scale horrific, as it is a seasonal hell that I live with each year around this time.
U know it strikes me so funny how the human mind is not capable of rationally looking at things presented 2 them, especially when it is 2 weird and far out there 4 them, and they really R hoping that the person saying the stuff is just a shack job nutcase lunatic. Someone mentioned that my seeing the prosecutor in no way had any connections with the LAW AND ORDER show on television getting created. They had ingeniously copied my directions and now they R an immediate expert on working out Gawnum equations. After-all, there is no match out with my PCN-871 and L&O’s PCN-275. Wow, really? Gosh. Let me show U something Einstein. What would law and order have 2 do with me? Did U ever think that adding the appropriate word SHOW after LAW AND ORDER, might B a tad bit mote logical there, Mister Spok? A second Einstein mentionbed that PAULA KING is very much a heavy match with me, so Y is she not your friend, Y is she the MAYAN QUEEN of disaster that U blog about and refer 2 as Julia White? Well, I do not REFER 2 HER as anything. She came into my mind, AS Julia White, and influenced ME 2 write the 1994 book called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. After writing it and 4 numerous years right into early 2009, this very year a s9olid decade and a half after finishing the book, I just recently remembered my trip up 2 the freaking island and her raping me in the mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York. She hypnotized me. She even sent my cousin Herbert Huntington recently into a major interaction where he tried 2 tell me that she had nothing 2 do with any of this. I knew he was lying and proved it, right in the interaction, and wow was this a fucking doodad of an experience 4 some future blogging text, BRO!!!!!!!! Now let me discuss a doozie interaction that happened shortly after my computer was destroyed 2 Monday’s ago and my Capital One Visa account was pulled. I fell into a nasty ass rotten sleep. Suddenly my mother and I were in a maze of corridors at some hospital. We were both there 2 visit MC who was a patient there, under an assumed name and with the utmost QT. She had been the victim of a crime that would not B a smart thing 4 me 2 discuss details on in a public blog. We seemed 2 know her very well, and mother had not yet fallen victim 2 her weird and undiagnosed medical condition that led 2 her eventual demise in early March of 2000 here in the waking world, or your concept of this. As we entered an area where some elevators were located, yet still were back in a hallway and walking towards them, we were speaking and conversing in a quiet hospital tone, and I said her first name and mother stopped suddenly and gave me a stare-down that I haven’t seen since high school. Then she said, “Mark, U can’t say that in here, we’ll B thrown out of the hospital”. I stared right back at her and said the following thing 2 her,” Mom what is wrong with U, there R many $%&*#$’s in the world, as well as Jeff’s and Toms and Jane’s and Joan’s”. Suddenly the interaction by my reference point here in waking reality, ‘dreamshifted’ 2 an entirely different location, still with my mother, and she was being handed a letter, always a freaking letter, 12 years of this now, and the man delivering 2 her personally insisted that she give him her full name first. She suddenly could not seem 2 remember it and kept stammering and stuttering, and I finally raised my voice and told him her name, but he kept insisting that B4 he gives this letter 2 her, SHE must tell him her name. She could not. This reminded me a lot of Barnabas Collins, Angelique, and Ben Stokes, on Dark Shadows, but I figured out the real meaning of much deeper shit here than just the old soap horror show of years gone freaking by, BRA!!!!!!! Again, future blogs and future times R made and designed 4 more elucidation on interactions like these, and right now I need 2 finish this up and post and crash, as I must get up early and take Dawn 2 her probie dude, John Judy. B4I end this, back 2 answering Einstein number 2 and her wonderment and bewilderment of my match up Gawnumly with Paula King. A long time back by mortal references, a year or less in fact, I blogged that the GAWNUM shows a compatibility in events that thereby can solve mysterious queries, if and when properly tested so that other all ready known things R matched and then U can plug in alternate words and dates and times and locations and names and so on and so freaking forth, Still, I know I added in here, that the GAWNUM shows a connection between things or a lacking in connection, but not necessarily whether this connection is a good positive one or a bad negative one. GAWNUM studies can show good and bad ONLY when specified and queried as indeed doing so. Again, everything has a convertible private cosmically-coded number, or PCN.
Does anyone remember the day my driving skills were challenged and questioned after my returning from the Galloway Library behind their police building and the girl I call TWINBAY that called me a GLASS HALF EMPTY GUY? Look at the connective symbolism just with the location here. Remember how she was trying 2 get a drivers license, and I was saying I had one since I was 18, being still 53 at the time totaling 35 years, and who is she 2 lecture me? Well, here I am again, in the same area, a stones throw away, and here is another ACCIDENT SITUATION, and now they R gonna try and pull my license. Do U still not believe the reality that all is energy and connected up together in the energy realm as tiny sub atomic numeration systems, proving Gawky Gaukauk is no liar, nor is his system called the GAWNUM, Astrally??????????? Well, U will believe whatever U choose, and that much, I KNOW is truer than relativity. That, even today, is still THEORY, as no one has proved it by taking a trip 2 the future in an ultra high velocity space vessel. It has proven out 2 work in a microcosm but some things indeed that do this, still do not when put 2 real tests, and all scientists worth their salt know this fact.
I AM NOT AFRAID OF U JULIA WHITE. GO AHEAD AND FUCKING MURDER ME, DO IT IN MY SLEEP LIKE U DID 2 MY MOTHER, OR ANY WAY U WISH. DEATH DOES NOT FRIGHTEN ME. GO PLAY WITH MOTH BALLS. Somebody is asking 2 get theirs ladies and gentleman, as I am a mere human with limits and tolerances, and have taken way more than my fucking share of pain and punishment at the hand of these fucking MAYANS, who planned all this millions of fucking years ago. They planned this, this town, this life, and THAT FAMILY, and told me indirectly in ways that only get me laughed at, that indeed, “THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4U, BOY” Somebody out here better love real estate and want 2 get some land, because BRO, UR about 2 get some land handed 2U quickly, and not a lot of land, but 2 big achers, CRUNCH, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this blog was meant 2 begin like this, BRA:
Joe King is staying with us this week here in HELL, thank the gods. Still, things have never been anywhere near this bad, even 4 this wonderful diseased family. No one out there reading this has a tiny clue. I have known people from maximum security state and federal prison as well as people from spending years in sike wards and in state run psychiatric facilities, yet never have I encountered anything like this, not ever, and I STAND BY MY IMPLICATIONS MADE ON PRIOR BLOG ‘TWENTY-THREE’. Clang, ding, gong, those 15 bell loud cymbals and symbols, there they go, trustworthy as any other precision clockwork that I have ever seen as well, BRO GAWKY. JACK MC-COY IS WRONG, tell your client Jack sir, there IS enough $$$$$ 2 keep peeps out of the pen, BRA. That has been proven 2 me since this nightmare began after my 70 days of non-blogging and this insidious and odious plan that followed. Tomorrow, Tuesday, at 9:30 Ante’ Meridian, we all go 2 court in Hammonton/Berryville. I am just wheelman Charlie, and thank the gods was not here Friday night 2 have witnessed this nightmare occurrence at the HOH, (House-Of-Horrors). Anyone wishing 2 archive this stuff that started at the end of 2007 and early into 2008 when I indeed went off the system 4 roughly 70 days and nights, dead silence from the Mountains of Pen, merely needs 2 go 2 the website of www.blogger.com and can try http add ons of either drunkenhive or theansweristhequestion. U can also try Googling up BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and include dates of blogs and put this inside of the quotation symbols. Anyone that does not even give me one tiny benefit of the doubt that I am being attacked by the Queen Mayan named Julia White, is ignorant and or just plain cruel. This family or said much better, THAT-FAMILY has put me through 39 years of total inconceivable nightmarish hell. Someday, I will hire private dicks 2 go up 2 Aunt Ruth Huntington, or the late as she expired from that phony White-Flu-Shot in 1977, but up 2 the family area on the great island, and find some of my cousins that might B willing 2 talk and help me 2 get 2 the bottom of this nightmare that has plagued me now since around 1958. Computer hacking is bad, mouse not wanting 2 respond 2 command, a very old and well used nineties hackers trick, done that day 2 me when Fred Windstein and I were at the nightmare death house of Somerdale, referenced 2 so often in older blogging texts. The telephone line as well as the electrical lines all went out and wild stuff appeared on the computer screens, terroristic threats, and then the system was wiped out. This was done by the branch of THAT FAMILY FROM 1970 of MCGUIRE and CALLIO families of the Atlantic City and Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area. When I was molested in the home on Cornwell Avenue by their friend, Thomas J. Reale in 1970, in early July, I had nightmares where this entire family came 2 me in these powerful ‘dreams’ and identified themselves 2 me as simply, THAT-FAMILY, And all of this has been previously blogged over and over on numerous blogging websites, BRA.
Ann King is going 2 drop the charges made against her violent daughter early Saturday morning when the police were here at the house and I was at my job. Her Probie, John Judy, at the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Justice Complex, said this is the only way she will not go back 2 jail. This was all discussed a few hours back today by telephone. Dawn has agreed 2 stop drinking. Of course she will not, Chicky and Dawn R alcoholics who refuse 2 ever admit being wrong about anything, never willing 2 attend the mandatory AA meetings, and even force and intimidate me 2 sign a fake name here and there on an official sheet that Dawn takes 2 her probie JJ on a regular basis, showing she attends these meetings when in fact it is a hoax. The landlord and FBI agent has 2 know all the things going on, and must have accepted a huge payoff bribe by TF-70, McCoy, so don’t make me laugh about telling clients that there is not enough $$$$ in the world 2 buy your way out of freaking jail, as I am not BUYING into that nonsense 4 one measly second.
Now I will B gone at the end of the week, mysteriously vanishing into the 4 winds forever, and there will B no more Mountainpen or Mark Mohr on the internet. So let me try and respond 2 a few little things asked of me, not that it will totally answer anyone but if I had more time, then things could B different. Let me start with the queries about the hexnumer that I Have received over the past months of this oh-nine year. Every 16 of anything is very major, and has 2 do with the mental realm, or the mind dimension or the sixth dimension, the name of this whatever non-place is meaningless. It sends signals of a sort far beyond human graspable terms down into the next lower dimensionality or the 5th dimensional hyperspace, and operates in a base 16. The proof is that non biological thinking machines function at their maximum when built 2 operate on the hexadecimal or base 16 binary, ask any geek or computer whiz. Still this filters down into biological thinking machines as well, like us, using our brains, the physical counterpart of the collective DS or 6th-D, or MIND. Anytime U start anywhere and give it a frame of reference, U can date back or forward all U want, B it in days, weeks, months, years, or whatever, and if U do it in 16ths, U will B totally amazed at what this truth will reveal 2U, BRA. The hexnumer is not magic, it merely is the reason that all of hyperspace operates as it does including the up and down lining of thought itself inside of a larger closed infinity loop, the mind realm just below D-7, or LAWTRONICS. To those questioning the music connection in all of this, U may say that what I now say is lame and dumb, that is your bizz entirely, but hay, it is what it is. Sugar is sweet, salt is strong and sharp, water is wet, land is dry, and gravity pulls things from up 2 down. Every time in my entire life, that music in any way at all is connected into something, all hell strikes the shit fans fast and hard, and my pal the late David Charles Roth was in the exact same situation 4 unknown reasons, and remember he was a friend of one of the mighty Jackson’s, the least known, but still, a Jackson, Mizz Red-Even-Black-Even. Now moving on with this, the bolder I got over the summer of 2009, in telling things ABOUT that-family, MC’s own clan, distant as it may B, things progressed rapidly from wildfire 2 thermo-nuclear. I told simple truths here, and simple truths about Dave and his failed trip up 2 a Philadelphia music store just as he was about 2 purchase a drum set after many years of planning sand saving 4 it, and then like magic, his Cadillac totally threw an engine rod and permanently died. No drums. Every time I try 2 pursue the Peter Viteritti thing, I am literally cosmically assaulted and mother trucking pummeled and hammered. Hay, believe whatever U want, and feel free 2 disagree. All I know is what was told 2 me long ago in a different lifetime, that through vivid dreaming I can recall with perfect clarity, Carl Castaneda and Don Wan Mattes. The hemlock drinking philosopher and I were sitting near the shoreline of the great Red Sea and his words 2 me during one of our talks when I lived in the Roman Empire as the Silversmith Demetrious, and I was telling him how Diana was the love of my life, and I had 2 keep this a secret or the empire would put me 2 death 4 daring 2 claim a GODDESS 4 his woman, and wished there was some way 2 spread a message 2 the entire stars of the sky how unfair it all is, and this is when he said 2 me while staring directly at me, “Demetrious, beware the tide that brings the music message, as this will always B heard the loudest, and remembered the longest”. If Plato himself was aware that messages R most powerful when delivered in song, then really JJ-Evans, Kid-DIE-NO-MITE, what CAN I SAY?????????????????????? Since my life is a nightmare message that I am indeed attempting 2 get out 2 the entire world, and I can write music on top of this, simply add up one and one and realize Y my being forbidden anywhere near music is equal 2 number freaking 2.
The very end of the 39th chapter of the book of JOB in the HOLY SCRIPTURES tells it so true. Sarah or LORDESS STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE does allow me 2 love this great Goddess, and has given her permission as well as her blessing. Only in this current century am I in my soul existence so 2 speak, aware that SHE is the ELECTRON in our world of time and hyperspace. This is Y scripture says that SHE can indeed hit the MARK, or better translated 2 American 2009 lingo, B with me forever, as Rictafarius on the Astral Plane, and I am permitted this memory while consciously awake and living physically here in this time world as Mark Wayne Mohr.
Now 4 Julia Mayan White the great, AKA Paula King and some other names not all that smart 4 me 2 blog, and this will finish out today’s quick note 2 the world. She thought I had remembered what she did 2 me in 1968, when 18 years later in 1986, I wrote that egotistical song called, “Real Good Girl”, and sent it down 4 copyright in late July, 2 the United States Office of Copyrights, Library of the Congress, in Washington, DC. I had not remembered, but she could not take the chance. All she knew is that I had seemingly broken the HUNTINGTON CURSE. This would have intergalactic as well as transdimensional effects of a totally catastrophic nature, or so she believed, obviously, BRA. The war was on, winds and on, no peace, no Tolstoy’s, and no way out. Try 2 get out of this one bub. Try 2 escape, or hide, this was told 2 me 4B it had any meaning, B4 time caught up, B4 my conscious world illusion met up with the circumstances, BRO. The greatest fish in the bay was loose now, and had 2B re-caught and returned back 2 the Huntington Bay Lakehouse, B4 the universe might collapse, this is all the mighty Doctor White, Goddess of the MAYANS knew. Well, maybe she was right, but still does this give the cosmos the right and privilege 2 keep me down and in eternal hell fire? I do not agree with this and will fight this 2 my dying breath and the last drop of my out flowing mother freaking blood, BRA!!!!!!
The blog was going 2 end here, but I am being trucking major computer hacked, and cannot get any uploaded blogs 2 any of my blogger sites. I have tried shutting down and restarting twice, no freaking dice. The Comcast Cable modem shows all the proper lights on and holding steady, better than many times when I look over at it and wonder if I am good 2 post or not. As I said, this Julia White character is behind all my woes and definitely now I have come 2 realize and know with a greater than normal knowing of simple facts like one plus one, that indeed she is behind all of my miseries, and is part of the controller that is behind this current planet and its woes and the games played by the Astral forces and realm gods and goddesses that inhabit the location-interaction there known as OLYMPIA-PROPER, in the Province Olympia. When I was writing the book, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” in the year 1994, her name POPPED into my head as the character. Now with the fictional name of Jim Pratt, that was a simple changed name from the real dude who I did meet in the waking world computer school called “Professional Careers Institute”, at the one cherry Hill Building of the famous Cherry Hill Mall, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, Roddenberry Traveler, and no Nina, no Nina Soifer, and no money-man involved in the equation here. So add whipped cream and nuts on Sunday or any day and put that in the fireplace along with your soul, JW. This man was indeed named Jim, but his last name was the preemptor of the mighty famous LAW AND ORDER show that they trucked me out of this afternoon and put that slutty Brenda Closer on instead. Yes Jim Pratt was a fictional normal writer’s book name change, and the real character is named James T. Burr. His daddy does not run any starships either BRA. So Y did Julia White think I remembered my solo trip up 2 Babylon, Long Island in August of 1968 just because I wrote a song called “REAL GOOD GIRL”? Y did she care? Y did she do all of this 2 begin with I’m sure that most readers R presuming and pondering over by now? She saw me winning using a system that she knew only Diana Arteemis knew about called Applied Parallel Event, with the casino game of Roulette, in Atlantic city. She saw me beating the HUNTINGTON CURSE that began with the death and crucifixion of our LORD/SAR Jesus Christ. Is there a whole lot more 2 all of this? Well, is the ocean large, wet, and salty, BRA??????????????? Later on I’ll tell U much more B4I disappear forever next weekend, as I cannot take any freaking more of her stinking bull shirt. And only she is powerful enough 2 really put a shirt on a bull.
I tried again and they keep giving me page-load-error screens that come up, and they will not let me legally have my say. U wait, right after their sick Dow Jones is closed and goes up 300 points today, then they will let me post, and the fucking FBI could care totally less how my civil rights R being trampled on and buried in the diarrhea quicksand of hellfire and nightmares. Let me remind U all that when I moved into Jenny whorebitches trailer park on Halloween day of 2000, she and I got along splendidly, and it was not until I showed her the hexnumer, name-number count percentage difference, and other similar Gawkian Astral Technologies of numeration, that all hell literally broke loose. This is YI laugh 2 death at atheists and scoffers and all out here that just love 2 live in your unbelief in otherworldly paranormal supernatural esoteric things all around us all the time, just because UR2 “spiritually-DEAD” 2 observe this around U. Maybe a rephrase is needed here, let me really admit it and say, “LUCKY enough”.
Dawn gave me money 2 hold 4 her and insists that I did not give it all back 2 her, ripping me off 4 twenty dollars after I was nice enough a week ago 2 spend 17 dollars buying her liquor on my visa debit card and told her it was a gift, 2 try and get her a little bit nicer and happier, a ridiculous move on my part, as if Satan ever came 2 Earth with a human birth, I freaking know just who the mother fucking shit it is, DAWN MARIE KING LAINES, and that’s FUCKING GOSPEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never again will I hold her money, I cannot afford 2 get ripped off.
I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED AND CANNOT GET ONTO THE MOTHER FUCKING INTERNET 4 OVER 90 MINUTES. NOW THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET IS CLOSED AND IT IS 2 MINUTES PAST 4, HOW MUCH DO U WANNA FUCKING BET THIS NOW WILL B PERMITTED 2 POST FUCKING UP???????????
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL, OR BETTER SAID, MC, RULES US ALL, AND THEY ALL ADMITTED 2 IT FROM 1,200 FEET UP IN THE SKY IN THE MIDDLE OF 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT FUN REALLY IS IT DICK IN THE MOUTHS, WHEN IT IS TOTALLY 100% FIXED? I CANNOT C HOW THIS CAN REALLY ADD THE SPICE INGREDIENT OF {FUN} INTO YOUR ROTTEN FUCKING DISEASED GAMES.
Well I was wrong. It is 6 past 4 now, and someone has totally mother fucking hacked out my ability 2 post up a thing or get onto the internet. When Dawn wakes up, she will have 2 call the Comcast and have a fucking man over here sometime. We pay insurance 4 this fucking service, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have had this computer since May of 2008, and never has it been this badly and totally hacked up. Loud motor shit fucking cycles R going by, they know they have me, chemtrailing was nasty earlier when I took Ann King Silva out 2 buy some tobacco tubes. I cannot call Comcast, it is no longer my account and I do not live in my own place with my own account, and Dawn who was asleep earlier, is now discussing personal issues with Judge Raso, and there is nothing I can do. If I call, they will not help me. It is half fucking past 4 of the clock now, and I guess this is it, the end of my blogs or back 2 the mother fucking library where all this fucking hell began in the fucking first place, talk about mother fucking round robins at light speed hyper cubed, BRO.
Well I will use this down time 2 discuss my favorite subject since they wanna B super-cute. Julia White is behind all of this, and always was and will B. The hostilitygram that my MORIANS have heard me make mention of on numerous occasions is off the scale bad and has been 4 quite a while now, BRA!!!! This is when I started worrying, say around 2 or 3 weeks ago. Then it was merely a predictable procession of negative fucking events, the crashing of both Roger Carey’s system, the crashing of my father’s system, and then the residence hellishness. It bothered me 4 years on a grand scale YI no longer could win money playing roulette when I was doing nothing differently than in 1986 when I made 9,200 dollars in my spare time and was living on top of the world like a TF-70-KING, the gods forbid.
Just now I have come 2 learn that an account that I had in good standing 4 a long time at the Capital One Bank, has basically thrown me out with the trash. This is all 2 make the Dow Jones go up over 10 thousand and there is no way in hell now that it will not, most likely by tomorrow, but definitely by the week’s end. They reduced my credit line from 5 grand down 2 seven hundred dollars. I will send them the 300 that I owe them along with my cut up card, and close the account. I intend now 2 call Judge Raso and ask him 2 help me refinance a consolidation on my remaining bills so that the payment will B less, and more affordable. After all, creditors reward a loyal good paying person by cancelling out their credit, so I no longer care about my credit rating, it is shot anyway from a personal bankruptcy back around 2004, and again who do I have 2 totally thank 4 that but good old PAULA J-KING WHITE!!!!!! Can my mother fucking cunt lapping life get any worse? Comcast cannot help me, so I do not know when if ever, my computer will work again, so FUCK IT. I will just go back 2 using the fucking library computer, SUCK MY FUCKING DICK WHORE JULIA WHITE, AND ALL OF U EVIL SHITS FROM SOUTH AMERICA BEHIND MY TOTAL DEMISE!!!!!!!!! I told U how evil bankers R, but U did not believe me, Mister President, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well so much 4 Prudential Life Insurance, the dirty bastards fucked me, now I will take my passport and get the fuck out of here Saturday, as planned. Fuck all of U, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well it is now nearly eight of the clock at night. My life has been totally fucking wrecked by THAT-FAMILY of 1970. I have been super virus and worm hack jack LATTISAW attacked, and by which/witch Stacey, I wonder? This may B a very long blog, as I may not B able 2 post up 4 a week, as a friend of Ed Himacane’s is coming over then, if I am lucky, 2 look at it, and in the fucking mean time, I can only just continue attempting 2C what is wrong, running all and any blocked programs no matter how lengthy the process with my whittle freaking one gig of memory, and so on and so forth. This is definitely the most fucklng horrific attack I have ever gone through in my entire nearly fucking 55 years of present lifetime human waking existence, BRA!!!!!!!! There will B revenge and retaliation, and when UC it on the news, just remember this motherfucking blog. I tried again and it is totally dead, cannot get past this page that says connection 2 server is whatever and whatever and transfuckinglation, it won’t work. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY HUMNAN RIGHTS. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, ACLU. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS.
Well it now is 6 minutes B4 eleven Monday evening, and a very nice lady from
Comcast Cable walked me through a million steps on the computer while speaking on the telephone. Nothing stopped this wild problem. She at first thought a virus got me, but at the end she diagnosed an overly secure defense system that has blocked internet access totally. She told me that I will have 2 call a local small mom and pop computer place, and that there is a real good one in Woodbury, New Jersey. They can repair it, and should only cost me 20-50 bucks. There is no way this happened, and I still believe this 2B a huge hyper time gigantic Stacey Lattisaw JACK HACK ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite this fuck up today the market was only up 3 and a half mother fucking points, I am sure the Phillies were totally crushed however, let me check the fucking sports channel now, BRO. Well they did not score a FULL-EVIL filthy empire at least, my Philadelphia Phillies won by a 6:2 score against the Heinz Gottwald Mets, HA-HA-HA. At least I managed 2 eek out a splitpire, short 4 a split empire. JULIA WHITE the mighty South American MAYAN started all this shit with me with the parallel event after I began breaking out of the HUNTINGTON CURSE, and sent down the song REAL GOOD GIRL 2 the United States Copyright Office in July of 1986. Still, I know the song was heard by her and THAT-FAMILY and from there she feared that I had remembered being hypnotized, and would begin wondering about whether or not I might have children running around after what she did 2 me on the island in 1968.
I tried the computer internet again, NO DICE. It will have 2B taken tomorrow 2 a fucking repair shop 2 get un-hacked. This is a pure family of pure disease. They have destroyed every possible and potential facet and parameter of my entire life. Y am I so important? Y? If my claims of who I am related 2 and this curse being real is not true and real beyond any doubt, than U tell me just what the fucking hell is going on around me 24/7/365.2422. Jane Sleaze Louise Fonda almost got me, but HA-HA, it is 14 past eleven, screw U dip-weeds, big muscles and all. It is now 3 minutes past midfreakingnight on Tuesfreakingday, the 25th of miserable asshole August of screw plow hand and wine ADEG. I am the most motherfucking miserable and picked on human being on the face of this ill and pathetically diseased messed up planet. Let me crash off 2 the Astral Plane where I really am anyway, and shut down this dumb dream here 4 a few hours by mortal waking perspective and reference, and get up and take my compuker tower into a repair shop and get 2 the motherfucking bottom of this nightmare shit, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, SCAN 4 WHOEVER DID THIS 2 ME AND TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND DESTROY THESE GARBAGE SUCKING FILTH BAGS AND ALL LOVED ONES. Go to G-7 open command, use all general and special orders, and max out your gain and all controls against your gain. Your desire key is switching from the J-normal neutral power position over to the I position. On an I to D, A/B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, empower the crushed and obliterated image object on your freaking transpower block. The tones from the old style phone machine system R now equal 2 the post published successfully prompt on the website of blogger dot com on the internet. G-1133 under G-901, G-13, G-14, under CG-5555, CG-18 and STOP.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
LIFE JOURNAL BLOG 23
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #23”
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
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Do not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog, because it will not. It will b quite a bit more incredible than even some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda mood BRO, go get in a hungry mood and visit marthastiart.com or whatever. This is surely no about food or any normal thing, and if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted term DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21. Maybe the majority of nations that draw the line that legally separates minors from adults and giving the adult status fully 2 those reaching this amount of years in physical age, know what they R doing after-all. 21 indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking number, but this I have zero time right now 2 explore with any of U further. B4 telling major things that I totally KNOW that THEY do not want TOLD, BRO, let me just make a normal continuation of events journal from last post up, as U ain’t heard one thing yet from Mister Jolson Mountain.
First, and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then after that, it shot up like rockets on velocitronic controlled energies, and never looked back as the galaxies whizzed by like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The electrical power in the house here on 13tyh Street, went off again 4 a second time on that same day last week, shortly after my post up and B4 the Dow closed. Thus shot the Dow Jones way up and every day was a huge UP DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday, and all EXACTLY AND PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD ALL HAPPEN, GIANT FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRE, but this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN FRIDAY long B4 it even was midnight. My new fantastic system that my stupid dad gave me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday. Every stinking time that this happens, a roulette system crashes and must B placed on the PDL (Permanently Disabled List), all hell or really DOGTOWN busts loose and monstrous hell abounds around me that would B totally unfathomable 2 any of u. I can say with full honesty and candor that not one of U out there would B able 2 take my sustained gaga-hell 4 one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me 2 get away from Dawn King, at least one of my dead trucking parents is giving me legitimate signals from what all of U would insist on labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4 Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in his wing, some of them have been in there literally 4 trillions of years. I then converted the wing 2 a huge solarium and there him right out on his worthless butt. He does not need 2B there if he is totally unwilling 2 give me a roulette system that can defeat, not the game, that’s easy, but the freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE and its inconceivable effects of negamagging and destroying all things that someone suffering under this curse has with what I term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, and U would apply the quick short and Earthly accepted word LUCK. Death angels R back and nasty, the Demenity named Disdee by me is back again, short 4 “Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making my stuff vanish and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R painfully conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock Market Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living here and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase 4’ television show, Las & Order, and I will quote it 2 any reader right now on this blogging text, “There isn’t enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”. Jack ol’ pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging audience at least has a hair scratching wonderment about just who this could b, is protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a quarter Bill USD is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late Friday night after doing some really violent things, first upsetting me 2 the point that today, I was planning on running away, no phony bull, I really was leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me literally a prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and won’t leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more. But I got home yesterday morning and A nn greeted me at the door and said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2 the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey jail. She had assaulted many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 her, ANN KING-Dawn’s mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little voice told me 2 make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3 hours early 4 work. Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and a frightening person 2B around. The police instead of doing their jobs, released her right back 2 the house Saturday morning, and just after I felt my life had hope and I had given praise and thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah, she turned around and laughed at me and spit right in my mother fucking face. All night long, a violent thunderstorm raged, and began at 10:00 while I sat at the Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin donut store on the White Horse Pike, maybe America runs on it, but I sat there miserable and hopeless and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire mother fucklng cunt lapping life. After the storm started, it raged all night long, and I later learned that it began picking up after the real domestic violence at the home had started at 841 13th Street. U can’t tell me the entire fucking police, local and state, as well ass federal authorities do not know what is happening and what I am being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent pathetic special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4 fucking goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was supposed 2 in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve freaking Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If Dawn’s power hoiuse cuzz is not protecting her and paying off these authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON AND I WOULD B FGREE 2 EXCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy sol I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING Schaffer, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever. This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad and the gang, U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday night, all though I have heard that some of the wild private parties of these celebs can B nasty and dangerous as well. I would want no part of them, nor any part of any of these diseased freaking people, never. Just being in this family sucks a dick so hard it makes a diamond look soft, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, no matter what, next Saturday night, I go into 2 work with all of my normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related things. Mo food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none of that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills and meds., my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank monthly and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I will contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a new address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert Riches Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel the insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance office 2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help transport her, Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other friend or cuz can prevent this eventuality. The local police should B sued 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire Atlantic County Criminal Justice System totally sucks and should B drummed the fuck out of business. What good R they when they refuse 2 protect society and innocent people and people like me with even more special needs, from violent predators and career criminals, what fucking good R they at all, that is all I am asking anyone today? I have cried out 4 help 2 many sources from Kessler Hospital 2 Atlanticare and was ignored and sent right back into my extremely dangerous and abusive life. All these people better worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4 losing all my personal property, what little I had that meant the world 2 me, I will B fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can dare 2 imagine. Take that any way U want, as it is nothing more than a deserved promise. A child can C what this is all about, dating this all back 2 the death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then along came not Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing colored copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the trailer Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a huge monstrous mother fucklng plot 2 steal and destroy my life journal that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay the MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way into work, I stop at WAWEA as these people no longer feed me nor let me sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from taking my needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite enough 2 make a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom Township, New Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some kind of fire or accident or whatever on the Black horse Pike near where my bob is located, they flag me down and holler at me and could not B nastier and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a motherfucking jerkoff faggot and had thrown dirt right in my face. All I could do is apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles per hour, think 2 myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt this messed up country and system is., Dawn is really doing me a favor. I was most likely going 2 live and die right here forever in Hitler, New Jersey, where only if UR an extremely beautiful female is life handed 2U on a silver-silva platter, and U can do no wrong. If I stay here, she will murder me eventually and burry me out in the fucking blueberry fields, and that will B that. U think this evil nation is just, or cares about the little people, and especially those with special problems and needs, then U better all think again, and if any of U out there have a special ed or special needs kid, he or she unless they R a fashion model twin, R in 4 one hell of a fucking road 2 hoe, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My law suit will B huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk, go right ahead and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is fucking coming and it is spelled DOOMSDAY.
NOW 2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and my casino trips where I made 9200 bucks in my spare time playing roulette. This is no longer a mystery, nor R there any doubts whatsoever in my mind any longer about all of this. My intelligent mathematical mind had worked out ways provided that I was not greedy, and only wanted 2 take perhaps 4 or 5 chips per day 3 or 4 days per week, and realized that if the value of these chips were high such as black or 100 dollar level, I could win big money and live a nice life without ever again dealing with mean rotten bosses and lousy low wage stinking jobs. My ego 4 the first time in all my 30 plus years of life at the time was boosting and I even wrote a song that 4 me was very unusual in its lyrical content, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! When I started making a grand a week and having fun at the same time, the HUNTINGTON CURSE was in danger. This games of the gods from Olympia is very real, it is called SALVATION SUBSTITUTION EARTH GAME, and involves a powerful family and a population around this family. Only MOGOSP could pull off these kind of games. Only MOGOSP could pull off some of the mother fucking shit that happened 2 me just last week, as well as over the past 50 years. Being directly related 2 Jesus Christ’s 2nd younger brother, by his marriage 2 a wife who bore him 7 children, 2 sons and 5 daughter, whose oldest son bore one son and one daughter, and from this line downward, 4 more than 1000 years, this family lineage survived until it was nearly destroyed by another evil powerful queen from England. This was my numerous great granny Mary Stuart, the wonderful Queen of SCOTTLAND. From here, Samuel Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM, founder along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the colonies that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken it is a powerful chain. I was on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this literally brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th airborne Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy, Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and tore my life apart until no system could ever work again. No matter what genius method I applied, there was a marked and totally noticeable difference in my roulette play after this hell began around me, from where things were B4 all this began. This is 2 insure that I never ever again can consistently win at playing outside 50-50 bets in the game of casino-roulette. This was changing my life so that I was happy and had money 2 live, and the curse seemed 2B broken, or at least was breaking. THEY WILL NEVER PERMIT THAT, un cle Camera Gottwald, right??????????????????????????
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND UY 2 APPLY 100% OF YOUR TOTAL FULL MAXED OUT POWER AGAINST THAT FAMILY OF 1970, TOTALLY WIPING OUT AND DESTROYING ALL PERSONS IN IT DOING ME HARM AND PLANNING MY MURDER AND DEMISE. WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH IF NECESSARY, UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIUAL ORDERS. ALL CONTROLS BEING SWITCHED 2 MAX OUT POSITIONS NOW. ON AN I--TO--D, A/B, TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN THIS 5TH DIMENSIONALLY, CREATE THE IMAGE-OBJECT, AND THEN CRUSH IT AND SINGE IT AND PLAXCE IT 4 EMPOWERIZATION, ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. MAJOR STORMS AND FLOODS AND HGURRICANES AND TWISTERS AND FIRES AND VIOLENCE AND AIR CRASHES AND ALL MANOR OIF DISEASES AND DEXTRUCTION WILL REWSUKLT OF YOUR EXERCISING FULL TOTAL POWER. G-189 UNDER G-1133, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NEXT SUNDAY, I AM GONE MISTER KALAS, I AM LIKE SO TOTALLY FUCKING OUDAHEEEEEEERE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
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Do not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog, because it will not. It will b quite a bit more incredible than even some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda mood BRO, go get in a hungry mood and visit marthastiart.com or whatever. This is surely no about food or any normal thing, and if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted term DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21. Maybe the majority of nations that draw the line that legally separates minors from adults and giving the adult status fully 2 those reaching this amount of years in physical age, know what they R doing after-all. 21 indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking number, but this I have zero time right now 2 explore with any of U further. B4 telling major things that I totally KNOW that THEY do not want TOLD, BRO, let me just make a normal continuation of events journal from last post up, as U ain’t heard one thing yet from Mister Jolson Mountain.
First, and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then after that, it shot up like rockets on velocitronic controlled energies, and never looked back as the galaxies whizzed by like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The electrical power in the house here on 13tyh Street, went off again 4 a second time on that same day last week, shortly after my post up and B4 the Dow closed. Thus shot the Dow Jones way up and every day was a huge UP DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday, and all EXACTLY AND PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD ALL HAPPEN, GIANT FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRE, but this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN FRIDAY long B4 it even was midnight. My new fantastic system that my stupid dad gave me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday. Every stinking time that this happens, a roulette system crashes and must B placed on the PDL (Permanently Disabled List), all hell or really DOGTOWN busts loose and monstrous hell abounds around me that would B totally unfathomable 2 any of u. I can say with full honesty and candor that not one of U out there would B able 2 take my sustained gaga-hell 4 one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me 2 get away from Dawn King, at least one of my dead trucking parents is giving me legitimate signals from what all of U would insist on labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4 Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in his wing, some of them have been in there literally 4 trillions of years. I then converted the wing 2 a huge solarium and there him right out on his worthless butt. He does not need 2B there if he is totally unwilling 2 give me a roulette system that can defeat, not the game, that’s easy, but the freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE and its inconceivable effects of negamagging and destroying all things that someone suffering under this curse has with what I term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, and U would apply the quick short and Earthly accepted word LUCK. Death angels R back and nasty, the Demenity named Disdee by me is back again, short 4 “Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making my stuff vanish and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R painfully conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock Market Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living here and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase 4’ television show, Las & Order, and I will quote it 2 any reader right now on this blogging text, “There isn’t enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”. Jack ol’ pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging audience at least has a hair scratching wonderment about just who this could b, is protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a quarter Bill USD is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late Friday night after doing some really violent things, first upsetting me 2 the point that today, I was planning on running away, no phony bull, I really was leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me literally a prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and won’t leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more. But I got home yesterday morning and A nn greeted me at the door and said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2 the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey jail. She had assaulted many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 her, ANN KING-Dawn’s mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little voice told me 2 make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3 hours early 4 work. Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and a frightening person 2B around. The police instead of doing their jobs, released her right back 2 the house Saturday morning, and just after I felt my life had hope and I had given praise and thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah, she turned around and laughed at me and spit right in my mother fucking face. All night long, a violent thunderstorm raged, and began at 10:00 while I sat at the Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin donut store on the White Horse Pike, maybe America runs on it, but I sat there miserable and hopeless and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire mother fucklng cunt lapping life. After the storm started, it raged all night long, and I later learned that it began picking up after the real domestic violence at the home had started at 841 13th Street. U can’t tell me the entire fucking police, local and state, as well ass federal authorities do not know what is happening and what I am being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent pathetic special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4 fucking goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was supposed 2 in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve freaking Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If Dawn’s power hoiuse cuzz is not protecting her and paying off these authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON AND I WOULD B FGREE 2 EXCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy sol I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING Schaffer, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever. This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad and the gang, U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday night, all though I have heard that some of the wild private parties of these celebs can B nasty and dangerous as well. I would want no part of them, nor any part of any of these diseased freaking people, never. Just being in this family sucks a dick so hard it makes a diamond look soft, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, no matter what, next Saturday night, I go into 2 work with all of my normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related things. Mo food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none of that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills and meds., my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank monthly and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I will contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a new address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert Riches Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel the insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance office 2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help transport her, Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other friend or cuz can prevent this eventuality. The local police should B sued 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire Atlantic County Criminal Justice System totally sucks and should B drummed the fuck out of business. What good R they when they refuse 2 protect society and innocent people and people like me with even more special needs, from violent predators and career criminals, what fucking good R they at all, that is all I am asking anyone today? I have cried out 4 help 2 many sources from Kessler Hospital 2 Atlanticare and was ignored and sent right back into my extremely dangerous and abusive life. All these people better worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4 losing all my personal property, what little I had that meant the world 2 me, I will B fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can dare 2 imagine. Take that any way U want, as it is nothing more than a deserved promise. A child can C what this is all about, dating this all back 2 the death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then along came not Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing colored copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the trailer Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a huge monstrous mother fucklng plot 2 steal and destroy my life journal that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay the MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way into work, I stop at WAWEA as these people no longer feed me nor let me sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from taking my needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite enough 2 make a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom Township, New Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some kind of fire or accident or whatever on the Black horse Pike near where my bob is located, they flag me down and holler at me and could not B nastier and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a motherfucking jerkoff faggot and had thrown dirt right in my face. All I could do is apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles per hour, think 2 myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt this messed up country and system is., Dawn is really doing me a favor. I was most likely going 2 live and die right here forever in Hitler, New Jersey, where only if UR an extremely beautiful female is life handed 2U on a silver-silva platter, and U can do no wrong. If I stay here, she will murder me eventually and burry me out in the fucking blueberry fields, and that will B that. U think this evil nation is just, or cares about the little people, and especially those with special problems and needs, then U better all think again, and if any of U out there have a special ed or special needs kid, he or she unless they R a fashion model twin, R in 4 one hell of a fucking road 2 hoe, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My law suit will B huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk, go right ahead and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is fucking coming and it is spelled DOOMSDAY.
NOW 2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and my casino trips where I made 9200 bucks in my spare time playing roulette. This is no longer a mystery, nor R there any doubts whatsoever in my mind any longer about all of this. My intelligent mathematical mind had worked out ways provided that I was not greedy, and only wanted 2 take perhaps 4 or 5 chips per day 3 or 4 days per week, and realized that if the value of these chips were high such as black or 100 dollar level, I could win big money and live a nice life without ever again dealing with mean rotten bosses and lousy low wage stinking jobs. My ego 4 the first time in all my 30 plus years of life at the time was boosting and I even wrote a song that 4 me was very unusual in its lyrical content, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! When I started making a grand a week and having fun at the same time, the HUNTINGTON CURSE was in danger. This games of the gods from Olympia is very real, it is called SALVATION SUBSTITUTION EARTH GAME, and involves a powerful family and a population around this family. Only MOGOSP could pull off these kind of games. Only MOGOSP could pull off some of the mother fucking shit that happened 2 me just last week, as well as over the past 50 years. Being directly related 2 Jesus Christ’s 2nd younger brother, by his marriage 2 a wife who bore him 7 children, 2 sons and 5 daughter, whose oldest son bore one son and one daughter, and from this line downward, 4 more than 1000 years, this family lineage survived until it was nearly destroyed by another evil powerful queen from England. This was my numerous great granny Mary Stuart, the wonderful Queen of SCOTTLAND. From here, Samuel Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM, founder along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the colonies that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken it is a powerful chain. I was on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this literally brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th airborne Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy, Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and tore my life apart until no system could ever work again. No matter what genius method I applied, there was a marked and totally noticeable difference in my roulette play after this hell began around me, from where things were B4 all this began. This is 2 insure that I never ever again can consistently win at playing outside 50-50 bets in the game of casino-roulette. This was changing my life so that I was happy and had money 2 live, and the curse seemed 2B broken, or at least was breaking. THEY WILL NEVER PERMIT THAT, un cle Camera Gottwald, right??????????????????????????
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND UY 2 APPLY 100% OF YOUR TOTAL FULL MAXED OUT POWER AGAINST THAT FAMILY OF 1970, TOTALLY WIPING OUT AND DESTROYING ALL PERSONS IN IT DOING ME HARM AND PLANNING MY MURDER AND DEMISE. WIPE OUT THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH IF NECESSARY, UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIUAL ORDERS. ALL CONTROLS BEING SWITCHED 2 MAX OUT POSITIONS NOW. ON AN I--TO--D, A/B, TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN THIS 5TH DIMENSIONALLY, CREATE THE IMAGE-OBJECT, AND THEN CRUSH IT AND SINGE IT AND PLAXCE IT 4 EMPOWERIZATION, ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK. MAJOR STORMS AND FLOODS AND HGURRICANES AND TWISTERS AND FIRES AND VIOLENCE AND AIR CRASHES AND ALL MANOR OIF DISEASES AND DEXTRUCTION WILL REWSUKLT OF YOUR EXERCISING FULL TOTAL POWER. G-189 UNDER G-1133, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NEXT SUNDAY, I AM GONE MISTER KALAS, I AM LIKE SO TOTALLY FUCKING OUDAHEEEEEEERE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
BLOG 22
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR 22”
Thursday, August 20, 2009, 12:57 post meridian
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I AM UNDER A MAJOR TRUCKING ATTACK FROM THE WOMO DISEASED MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND NOW ALSO KNOWN AS MJWG, YES ‘HER’ MIGHTY GANG, PEEPS, or whatever the new terms used in 2009 R in all of the modern day cribs, diapers, spoiled bratty babies and all. Get their way on WALL STREET or else, yeah they sure got President BO 2 do their bidding, and ska rue the rest of us little peeps out there. PLANES R ALL OVER ME, THE SAME ONES NOW 4 THE PAST 23 YEARS AND 5 DAYS, NO DIFFERENCE, LONG “WHITE” WINGS AND BLACK TIPS, AND ALL THE OTHERS, THEY NEVER CVHANGE, HOW THEY CAN B STAYING AIRBORURNE AND ALSO REMAIN AIR-WORTHY? Obviously Mickey Loops, they must B able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th dimensions. They only travel back 2 me in various spots 2 persecute me and then go back 2 their true home and base, the BRIGGBASE. This is on the ASTRAL PLANE. Go 2 a great site or just Google up ECKANKAR, www.eckankarofnj.org/ they R based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The leader is a dude named Harold Klemp. He calls himself the “Living Eck Master”, equivalent 2 saying that he is All mighty God here on this Earth. Chemtrails R all over in-between the clouds today, and a balloon attack hit over the 13th Street home today. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON ALL FUCKING WEEK LONG NOW, FEDERAL MOTHERTRUCKING BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? Where RU Steve Caruso, landlord of the home I am living here in Stockholm syndrome, and active FBI agent, kind sir? I guess the bureau does not want U near me nor do they wish 2 touch my situation with a 777 parsec pole, bra. Google up chemtrail/contrail, or just go 2 these 2 terrific websites: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembusters.com/. In any event, this week has been the worst week in a long time 4 these filthy rotten fucping persecutors in my life, controlled and operated by the MJWG, or MAYAN JULIA WHITE GANG. Some people R wondering about now YI was able 2 suddenly pull up a bunch of suppressed memories of a trip I took solo in August of 1968 to Long Island, in Babylon, New York. If U doubt how powerful a good hypnotic trance is, U need 2 study legitimate psychiatry and or ask one that U or one of your peeps knows, as the chances R real good that either u or they, C one of them on a regular basis, this world has gone beyond nuts and crazy, bro. This is also when SHE planted the suggestion 4 me 2 create the great TIMELESS SATELITE. In this part of the hyperspace, I failed 2 accomplish this, but a MAYAN GODDESS from 50,000,000 million years from now lives in the true form of 5 dimensions and is not concerned whether or not the one person in me, is able 2 do it, just so long as one of my infinite number of doppelganger other me’s can pull it off somewhere in unfathomably vast and totally inconceivable hyperspace, bra. When I went back 2 bed last night, more than strange things happened here. Chicky and Marcus totally vanished during this episode that I will tell U about. Only Dawn and Ann and I were physically in this house. Marcus never gopes out with his brother after midnight, never ever, bro. While this was all going down, Dawn and I, while asleep and ‘dreaming” had a wild experience that later on this Mouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurning, both of us remember and were telling each other simultaneously in total shock. This makes FIELD OF DREAMS and IF BUILDING IT, THEY’LL COME look like kids in a freaking sandbox in comparison. We both were in each pother’s dream and it was a total nightmare 4 me, but not 4 Dawn. Suddenly, Angelina Jolie who spell checker program does not recognize, amazing, Brad Pit, Beyonce’ Knowles, Mariah Carey, and her husband Nick Cannon, were all in a room with perhaps a dozen or more other celebrities of less importance, and we were at some private party. Dawn was sober and with only one beer in her, very happy, and having a blast. At the end of this interaction, Angelina drove Dawn all the way home from wherever this party took place, somewhere she thinks it was central Jersey or closer 2 us, perhaps outside of Trenton, but she drove her home. While this party was all happening, Mariah and hubby Nick Cannon came over 2 me along with Beyonce Knowles. Suddenly we were in an adjacent room off of this larger party room. This room was still lit up but quite a bit darker than the party room and only perhaps a quarter of the size as well. Suddenly a small vessel zoomed across this room and landed on the large table sitting at one end of this room. Out popped tiny dudes about 15-18 inches tall and in precise human bodily proportions 2 their heights. They jumped down onto the floor, took pills out of their belts that were 3 times the thickness of normal worn dress belts, and put them into their mouths. Instantly upon doing so, they grew 2 about 8 feet or better, and again, in perfect proportion with the height increase, their bodies followed suit accordingly and grew gargantuan and quite muscular. They all had muscle sleeve jumpsuit outfits on and all their huge powerful intimidating muscles were almost pulsating automatically as a MOGOSP system runs a PC, huh true name Julia. Suddenly Mariah Carey and Beyonce began fighting with them and even were getting the better of these now huge dudes, about a dozen or so of them. After the fight was over, Beyonce was kicking their ribs until they all were spitting blood horrendously. After this, she one by one dragged them outside and literally threw them all into the large outdoor swimming pool, where they all sank and drowned right B4 my very incredibly amazed eyes. I was totally beyond flabbergasted at this entire thing, first, really being at this wild EW party with all of these name recognized peeps, and then second, what occurred with this wild airship in the next room. At this point I followed Carey and Knowles into another area out beyond the outside pool leading 2 a long well lit up hallway, I was aware that it was night time and very dark, poorly lit up around us including the pool area, but now, this very bright hallway I remember distinctly was actually making my eyes ache due 2 the sudden intense brilliance. Suddenly, Dawn and Angelina and Brad were all inside a room that Mariah opened the door 2 and we all entered. A closet there was dark and had curtains in front of it. There was a powerful industrial type of fan blowing from inside of the closet and really whipping up the curtains. At this point Dawn came out of this closet and was laughing so loud I remember thinking these precise words, “First my eyes R hurting, and now Christ, my ears R as well”. She laughed a while and then walked out and into a totally separate area and that was where I no longer saw her again in the interaction. Suddenly all the others in the room were laughing and staring at me, pointing, slapping their thighs, and laughing as though I had a sign on me saying, “Laugh at this clown, he’s a total jerk off”. I did not of course. So after this went on a minute or so, I said very loudly, “What the hell’s so funny everybody”? Then, the room got quiet and my mother appeared out of nowhere and told me how she warned me not 2 ever get involved any further with these people. Then like right out of a scene from freaking “Dark-Shadows”, mom just vanished like a ghost. Then Beyonce took my hand and told me that very soon, things will get better 4 me, and then sort of led me over 2 a door 2 the left of the strange dark closet that I had just witnessed Dawn king exiting out of roaring up a yuk-yuk-storm. When we walked through it, Mariah Carey shouted at me, CU later THAT-BOY. I did not answer and was 2 upset 2 do anything but follow Beyonce Knowles, as she led me gently into another room that connected the first one. We went through a door and it became an area at my work site, a scale office where trucks R weighed. I turned back around and everyone was gone and there was no more room or place where I had been where this party was happening. Suddenly a giant 6 and a half foot brunet with long hair and lovely brown eyes walked up 2 me and said that she is the true owner of the plant. Later on I learned that the year was 2048. She asked me if I liked the little joke she played on me in the late summer of 2009? I replied I did not understand what she meant by that. She then said and I quote her now, “U know, when I told Diana Arteemis 2 play with your lights and make your video recorder clock and calendar move up 2 March 23rd of twenty-thirty”. I asked her what her name was and she told me Betty Anne White was a name that she goes by. She told me not 2 communicate directly with any more hurricanes from my airship back 39 years ago. I told her OK. She went onto tell me that my mother was not able 2 ever tell me the truth about Julia, they threatened 2 abduct me and slowly torture me 2 death immediately should she ever tell. This is Y after the terrorist threat happened 2 me and my mom on August 2 of 1996, my mom went nuts and never was the same after that, all leading 2 her eventual incurable and totally unexplainable medical condition and eventual total demise on the morning of Saturday the 4th of March of two thousand. Then the ME that appeared on my roof at 1102 Robin hill Apartments suddenly appeared along with the car that drove into the place the night after Christmas in 2005 after I had my fatal massive heart attack and died on the job, and was outside the car in my astral body speaking 2 these people that were all talking about the Phillies and the Flyers ball clubs and had a radio on in their car giving some sports news. Then Betty Anne White said 2 me, that she is an Audition and Repertoire executive at a large New York City major recording label, she told me the name but when I woke up from all of this around 9 this morning, I could not pull back which name she said it was where she was employed. She had however told me right B4 this interaction terminated and I will quote her, “Peter Viteritti is still waiting 4 your CD, and I am still waiting 4 my flowers”.
U know how they all say that heaven can wait? Well Peter can go on waiting 4 the CD and Betty Anne can go on waiting 4 the flowers that never will B coming. I am planning on escaping all of this hell and going far off 2 the FIJI ISLANDS within ten days., This blogging will B all over, and U will no longer have me 2 read about, or 2 kick around and hurt. I will B gone and good riddance 2 me and everything, bra. This world can all burn up in the fires of hell. I knew persecution would B bad after an incredible wild astral interaction like this, so incredibly vivid.
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Thursday, August 20, 2009, 12:57 post meridian
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I AM UNDER A MAJOR TRUCKING ATTACK FROM THE WOMO DISEASED MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND NOW ALSO KNOWN AS MJWG, YES ‘HER’ MIGHTY GANG, PEEPS, or whatever the new terms used in 2009 R in all of the modern day cribs, diapers, spoiled bratty babies and all. Get their way on WALL STREET or else, yeah they sure got President BO 2 do their bidding, and ska rue the rest of us little peeps out there. PLANES R ALL OVER ME, THE SAME ONES NOW 4 THE PAST 23 YEARS AND 5 DAYS, NO DIFFERENCE, LONG “WHITE” WINGS AND BLACK TIPS, AND ALL THE OTHERS, THEY NEVER CVHANGE, HOW THEY CAN B STAYING AIRBORURNE AND ALSO REMAIN AIR-WORTHY? Obviously Mickey Loops, they must B able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th dimensions. They only travel back 2 me in various spots 2 persecute me and then go back 2 their true home and base, the BRIGGBASE. This is on the ASTRAL PLANE. Go 2 a great site or just Google up ECKANKAR, www.eckankarofnj.org/ they R based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The leader is a dude named Harold Klemp. He calls himself the “Living Eck Master”, equivalent 2 saying that he is All mighty God here on this Earth. Chemtrails R all over in-between the clouds today, and a balloon attack hit over the 13th Street home today. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON ALL FUCKING WEEK LONG NOW, FEDERAL MOTHERTRUCKING BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? Where RU Steve Caruso, landlord of the home I am living here in Stockholm syndrome, and active FBI agent, kind sir? I guess the bureau does not want U near me nor do they wish 2 touch my situation with a 777 parsec pole, bra. Google up chemtrail/contrail, or just go 2 these 2 terrific websites: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembusters.com/. In any event, this week has been the worst week in a long time 4 these filthy rotten fucping persecutors in my life, controlled and operated by the MJWG, or MAYAN JULIA WHITE GANG. Some people R wondering about now YI was able 2 suddenly pull up a bunch of suppressed memories of a trip I took solo in August of 1968 to Long Island, in Babylon, New York. If U doubt how powerful a good hypnotic trance is, U need 2 study legitimate psychiatry and or ask one that U or one of your peeps knows, as the chances R real good that either u or they, C one of them on a regular basis, this world has gone beyond nuts and crazy, bro. This is also when SHE planted the suggestion 4 me 2 create the great TIMELESS SATELITE. In this part of the hyperspace, I failed 2 accomplish this, but a MAYAN GODDESS from 50,000,000 million years from now lives in the true form of 5 dimensions and is not concerned whether or not the one person in me, is able 2 do it, just so long as one of my infinite number of doppelganger other me’s can pull it off somewhere in unfathomably vast and totally inconceivable hyperspace, bra. When I went back 2 bed last night, more than strange things happened here. Chicky and Marcus totally vanished during this episode that I will tell U about. Only Dawn and Ann and I were physically in this house. Marcus never gopes out with his brother after midnight, never ever, bro. While this was all going down, Dawn and I, while asleep and ‘dreaming” had a wild experience that later on this Mouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurning, both of us remember and were telling each other simultaneously in total shock. This makes FIELD OF DREAMS and IF BUILDING IT, THEY’LL COME look like kids in a freaking sandbox in comparison. We both were in each pother’s dream and it was a total nightmare 4 me, but not 4 Dawn. Suddenly, Angelina Jolie who spell checker program does not recognize, amazing, Brad Pit, Beyonce’ Knowles, Mariah Carey, and her husband Nick Cannon, were all in a room with perhaps a dozen or more other celebrities of less importance, and we were at some private party. Dawn was sober and with only one beer in her, very happy, and having a blast. At the end of this interaction, Angelina drove Dawn all the way home from wherever this party took place, somewhere she thinks it was central Jersey or closer 2 us, perhaps outside of Trenton, but she drove her home. While this party was all happening, Mariah and hubby Nick Cannon came over 2 me along with Beyonce Knowles. Suddenly we were in an adjacent room off of this larger party room. This room was still lit up but quite a bit darker than the party room and only perhaps a quarter of the size as well. Suddenly a small vessel zoomed across this room and landed on the large table sitting at one end of this room. Out popped tiny dudes about 15-18 inches tall and in precise human bodily proportions 2 their heights. They jumped down onto the floor, took pills out of their belts that were 3 times the thickness of normal worn dress belts, and put them into their mouths. Instantly upon doing so, they grew 2 about 8 feet or better, and again, in perfect proportion with the height increase, their bodies followed suit accordingly and grew gargantuan and quite muscular. They all had muscle sleeve jumpsuit outfits on and all their huge powerful intimidating muscles were almost pulsating automatically as a MOGOSP system runs a PC, huh true name Julia. Suddenly Mariah Carey and Beyonce began fighting with them and even were getting the better of these now huge dudes, about a dozen or so of them. After the fight was over, Beyonce was kicking their ribs until they all were spitting blood horrendously. After this, she one by one dragged them outside and literally threw them all into the large outdoor swimming pool, where they all sank and drowned right B4 my very incredibly amazed eyes. I was totally beyond flabbergasted at this entire thing, first, really being at this wild EW party with all of these name recognized peeps, and then second, what occurred with this wild airship in the next room. At this point I followed Carey and Knowles into another area out beyond the outside pool leading 2 a long well lit up hallway, I was aware that it was night time and very dark, poorly lit up around us including the pool area, but now, this very bright hallway I remember distinctly was actually making my eyes ache due 2 the sudden intense brilliance. Suddenly, Dawn and Angelina and Brad were all inside a room that Mariah opened the door 2 and we all entered. A closet there was dark and had curtains in front of it. There was a powerful industrial type of fan blowing from inside of the closet and really whipping up the curtains. At this point Dawn came out of this closet and was laughing so loud I remember thinking these precise words, “First my eyes R hurting, and now Christ, my ears R as well”. She laughed a while and then walked out and into a totally separate area and that was where I no longer saw her again in the interaction. Suddenly all the others in the room were laughing and staring at me, pointing, slapping their thighs, and laughing as though I had a sign on me saying, “Laugh at this clown, he’s a total jerk off”. I did not of course. So after this went on a minute or so, I said very loudly, “What the hell’s so funny everybody”? Then, the room got quiet and my mother appeared out of nowhere and told me how she warned me not 2 ever get involved any further with these people. Then like right out of a scene from freaking “Dark-Shadows”, mom just vanished like a ghost. Then Beyonce took my hand and told me that very soon, things will get better 4 me, and then sort of led me over 2 a door 2 the left of the strange dark closet that I had just witnessed Dawn king exiting out of roaring up a yuk-yuk-storm. When we walked through it, Mariah Carey shouted at me, CU later THAT-BOY. I did not answer and was 2 upset 2 do anything but follow Beyonce Knowles, as she led me gently into another room that connected the first one. We went through a door and it became an area at my work site, a scale office where trucks R weighed. I turned back around and everyone was gone and there was no more room or place where I had been where this party was happening. Suddenly a giant 6 and a half foot brunet with long hair and lovely brown eyes walked up 2 me and said that she is the true owner of the plant. Later on I learned that the year was 2048. She asked me if I liked the little joke she played on me in the late summer of 2009? I replied I did not understand what she meant by that. She then said and I quote her now, “U know, when I told Diana Arteemis 2 play with your lights and make your video recorder clock and calendar move up 2 March 23rd of twenty-thirty”. I asked her what her name was and she told me Betty Anne White was a name that she goes by. She told me not 2 communicate directly with any more hurricanes from my airship back 39 years ago. I told her OK. She went onto tell me that my mother was not able 2 ever tell me the truth about Julia, they threatened 2 abduct me and slowly torture me 2 death immediately should she ever tell. This is Y after the terrorist threat happened 2 me and my mom on August 2 of 1996, my mom went nuts and never was the same after that, all leading 2 her eventual incurable and totally unexplainable medical condition and eventual total demise on the morning of Saturday the 4th of March of two thousand. Then the ME that appeared on my roof at 1102 Robin hill Apartments suddenly appeared along with the car that drove into the place the night after Christmas in 2005 after I had my fatal massive heart attack and died on the job, and was outside the car in my astral body speaking 2 these people that were all talking about the Phillies and the Flyers ball clubs and had a radio on in their car giving some sports news. Then Betty Anne White said 2 me, that she is an Audition and Repertoire executive at a large New York City major recording label, she told me the name but when I woke up from all of this around 9 this morning, I could not pull back which name she said it was where she was employed. She had however told me right B4 this interaction terminated and I will quote her, “Peter Viteritti is still waiting 4 your CD, and I am still waiting 4 my flowers”.
U know how they all say that heaven can wait? Well Peter can go on waiting 4 the CD and Betty Anne can go on waiting 4 the flowers that never will B coming. I am planning on escaping all of this hell and going far off 2 the FIJI ISLANDS within ten days., This blogging will B all over, and U will no longer have me 2 read about, or 2 kick around and hurt. I will B gone and good riddance 2 me and everything, bra. This world can all burn up in the fires of hell. I knew persecution would B bad after an incredible wild astral interaction like this, so incredibly vivid.
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
BLOG 21
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG 21”
8:06 PM March 23, 2030
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It is interesting that I have less than 15 months now 2 live, oh the freedom of release from prison, how nice the sound. There is only one problem. Some cute ass mother fucker did something this afternoon that caused the same problem 2 occur that happened B4 here at the house. Something tripped off in the electrical box in the basement, but that I suppose is still better than finding a used noose down there and a real swinger dangling from it named cuz Herbert Huntington. Still, it always fascinates me how electrical disturbances effect memories in machines some times and not others, as with all so called psychic and or paranormal events that scoffers or the majority of Planet Earth inhabitants dismiss as lunacy, and even the seasoned believers R yet 2 explain 2 anyone’s satisfaction, the off again and on again switching of things, in other words Y sometimes and not other times, Y so undependable in clearer words. In the case of today’s power interruption, it did not even effect the circuit that ran my VCR/DVD, only the fan and air conditioner in my room was off, not the TV or any of the connected machines, being the recorders and amplifier as well as the Comcast Cable company’s digital cable box. The time display on that is perfect, yet the time on my VCR/DVD machine was reading 2 hours and 24 minutes slow. Actually, it was a bit fast, as even though it said 8:00 as I noticed it B4 beginning this blog, the full date was totally altered when I went into the menu 2 reset the time, and thus I printed out the date and time as of the machine that this blog began. Naturally I reset everything 2 the current real-time, and it is not the mother fucking 23rd day of March, nor is it twenty thirty Misses Marola, very very very funny Callio end thereof on Turner Broadcasting. Al Jolson, take it away, but then I first wish 2 begin with something else B4 getting into what happened shortly after the power interruption attack that is no way normal nor just randomly fucking occurring, and I know this and would bet the lives of my best friends on it, if the stakes were a million bucks, that‘s how fucking positive I am that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL screwed with me. This something else is that I am really getting away from what the life journal continuation from 1995 was supposed 2 really B all about. I am still doing the BRA and the BRO and the !!!!!!! and the ?????? and all this nonsense. I must stop worrying about who is reading if anybody, any of this. I must take the I DON’T GIVE A RATS SHITTING ASS attitude because this is supposed 2B a journal. Originally around the start of February of 1983, the life journal of MARK MOHR began, and was not called this, it was called “PHONE PROGRAM 1”, and the flip side of the cassette tape was 2. The next following cassette tape was 3 on the “A” side and 4 on the “B” side, and so on and so forth. This is the second time now that my VCR/DVD system has been reset 2 the fucking year 2030, and do not remember if March 23rd was the exact date on that year the other recent time that this happened. I do in fact remember that there indeed was a major significance 2 how far away in minutes from true real time that the clock was reset 2 as a resulting factor of the other electrical fuck up. But shortly after this present electrical malfunction, I took an afternoon nap as alcoholic Dawn was recovering all day and sleeping, from her drunken binge with hubby-Chicky. Every fucking time they fuck with my utilities, it is just about a guaranteed fucking UP DAY 4 THE CHEATED DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK FUCKING MARKET SYSTEM, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON NOW FOR 23 YEARS AND 4 DAYS BEGINNING ON AUGUST FUCKING 15TH IN THER FUCKING YEAR OF 1986. U would B angry and cursing on your blogs as well if u were going through this much royal Long Island rip off pain!!!!!! Still as Mister Jolson says it and sings it, U ain’t heard squat. Yes GINA, TOLD U, they got their way again. Still, this is not the major bull shit of this blog and its story and purpose. The electrical thing happened after 3 and B4 the closing HELL BELL on diseased WOMO WALL STREET, Mister Gottwald, Emperor of Germany in much of hyperspace after Hitler fucking defeated the world. This is indeed one of the luckier places in hyperspace. Atlantic City Electric Company repaired the problem at the pole, or they said as much, so explain rationally Y it happened all over again today, go ahead, I love relational logical fucking explanations, it really is the only cure 4 paranoia, so please, help me Billy fucking Swan. Now 4 the what happened about 2 hours and perhaps a half or less later on. I was watching the news or whatever and got suddenly extremely sleepy, as though I had just been drink spiked by a boyfriend and was some knock out chick about 2 get date fucking raped. Anytime someone gets absurdly sleepy 4 no real good apparent reason such as medication or not getting sufficient sleep recently and as long these logical lines, there has 23B a more paranormal occult and or esoteric reason behind it, I don’t give a fuck what the Jack McCoy’s believe, that’s their fucking business, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4 going on, some diseased MILITUFORCE dirt bag scum sleaze filthy toilet water drinker hit me with some additional death beam 2 hours or so ago, making my throat sore and my nose stuffy and runny and totally fucked up. I never ever get naturally sick. When I am sick, it is the fucking MILLIONTH COUNCIL that illegally violated my human rights and made me get sick, the diseased filthy bastards. Anyway getting back on point, I fell dead ass off into a major fucking deep sleep, and as I start 2 tell U this, the hacking pop up screen shit attack Stacey Lattisaw is beginning, BRA!! Suddenly I felt my heart go into a death arrhythmia and I stopped breathing and eventually died. The next thing I fucking knew was I was trying as hard as I could 2 remain in the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL that is mortally referred 2 by many in colloquial term’s as HEAVEN, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle was telling me I had 2 leave the city and have another dream. Suddenly I found myself in a semi waking state and the door opened and Ann King came into my room and said that she had just fixed some dinner 4 me. Dawn was still recovering in her room from her drinking binge. I woke up fully and walked out 2 the kitchen and sat down at the table. Suddenly I learned that I had been retraced again and was a bit off in hyperspace from where I had gone 2 sleep and died. Ed Lynch had not been released from jail, he is in jail and never was released. He most likely is going 2 get between one and 2 years, and is fighting his Meagan’s Law charge that he already was on probation in the first place with, and plead NOT GUILTY in court. Ann said that his probie told her that if he had plead guilty, they were planning on sending him home 2 await a court date 3 parole violation being having and using a computer when he was not permitted 2 do so. This all went down differently in the universe I recently died in. The electrical thing still happened, as this is obviously what made the clock mess up, but explain Y when the TV and DVD/VCR machines never shut off, being on another circuit. I tell electrical engineers and top linemen and foremen my problems and have now 4 more than 20 mucking years, and they do not have a clue what 2 make of any of it, top persons, college degreed, professional knowledgeable people, yet U out here that laugh tat the supernatural and ghost busters stories, U all make me sick 2 my mother ducking diseased guts. Y would people like me B making shit like this up. It is real and happening, and FUCK U.
MARKETS WILL GO ON FLYING FOREVER UP AND UPO AND UP AND UP AS LONG as this sleaze disease has me 2 endlessly fucking persecute and harass, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I do not have one thing better 2 do at 22 past midnight than 2 sit here typing all this shit up and posting it on the mother trucking internet, gimme a cock sucking break ladies and gentlemen. THAT 1970 FAMILY, or perhaps said more accurately now in late August of 2009, JULIA MAYAN WHITE and gang, or (JMWG) 4 an abbreviation, is behind making my life an endless hell. I AM GOOD ENOUGH 2B USED IN ALL OF THIS, GOOD ENOUGH 2B SACRIFICED, SOUND FUCKING FAMILIAR, CHRISTIANS????????? Bye-Bye!!!!!
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8:06 PM March 23, 2030
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It is interesting that I have less than 15 months now 2 live, oh the freedom of release from prison, how nice the sound. There is only one problem. Some cute ass mother fucker did something this afternoon that caused the same problem 2 occur that happened B4 here at the house. Something tripped off in the electrical box in the basement, but that I suppose is still better than finding a used noose down there and a real swinger dangling from it named cuz Herbert Huntington. Still, it always fascinates me how electrical disturbances effect memories in machines some times and not others, as with all so called psychic and or paranormal events that scoffers or the majority of Planet Earth inhabitants dismiss as lunacy, and even the seasoned believers R yet 2 explain 2 anyone’s satisfaction, the off again and on again switching of things, in other words Y sometimes and not other times, Y so undependable in clearer words. In the case of today’s power interruption, it did not even effect the circuit that ran my VCR/DVD, only the fan and air conditioner in my room was off, not the TV or any of the connected machines, being the recorders and amplifier as well as the Comcast Cable company’s digital cable box. The time display on that is perfect, yet the time on my VCR/DVD machine was reading 2 hours and 24 minutes slow. Actually, it was a bit fast, as even though it said 8:00 as I noticed it B4 beginning this blog, the full date was totally altered when I went into the menu 2 reset the time, and thus I printed out the date and time as of the machine that this blog began. Naturally I reset everything 2 the current real-time, and it is not the mother fucking 23rd day of March, nor is it twenty thirty Misses Marola, very very very funny Callio end thereof on Turner Broadcasting. Al Jolson, take it away, but then I first wish 2 begin with something else B4 getting into what happened shortly after the power interruption attack that is no way normal nor just randomly fucking occurring, and I know this and would bet the lives of my best friends on it, if the stakes were a million bucks, that‘s how fucking positive I am that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL screwed with me. This something else is that I am really getting away from what the life journal continuation from 1995 was supposed 2 really B all about. I am still doing the BRA and the BRO and the !!!!!!! and the ?????? and all this nonsense. I must stop worrying about who is reading if anybody, any of this. I must take the I DON’T GIVE A RATS SHITTING ASS attitude because this is supposed 2B a journal. Originally around the start of February of 1983, the life journal of MARK MOHR began, and was not called this, it was called “PHONE PROGRAM 1”, and the flip side of the cassette tape was 2. The next following cassette tape was 3 on the “A” side and 4 on the “B” side, and so on and so forth. This is the second time now that my VCR/DVD system has been reset 2 the fucking year 2030, and do not remember if March 23rd was the exact date on that year the other recent time that this happened. I do in fact remember that there indeed was a major significance 2 how far away in minutes from true real time that the clock was reset 2 as a resulting factor of the other electrical fuck up. But shortly after this present electrical malfunction, I took an afternoon nap as alcoholic Dawn was recovering all day and sleeping, from her drunken binge with hubby-Chicky. Every fucking time they fuck with my utilities, it is just about a guaranteed fucking UP DAY 4 THE CHEATED DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK FUCKING MARKET SYSTEM, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON NOW FOR 23 YEARS AND 4 DAYS BEGINNING ON AUGUST FUCKING 15TH IN THER FUCKING YEAR OF 1986. U would B angry and cursing on your blogs as well if u were going through this much royal Long Island rip off pain!!!!!! Still as Mister Jolson says it and sings it, U ain’t heard squat. Yes GINA, TOLD U, they got their way again. Still, this is not the major bull shit of this blog and its story and purpose. The electrical thing happened after 3 and B4 the closing HELL BELL on diseased WOMO WALL STREET, Mister Gottwald, Emperor of Germany in much of hyperspace after Hitler fucking defeated the world. This is indeed one of the luckier places in hyperspace. Atlantic City Electric Company repaired the problem at the pole, or they said as much, so explain rationally Y it happened all over again today, go ahead, I love relational logical fucking explanations, it really is the only cure 4 paranoia, so please, help me Billy fucking Swan. Now 4 the what happened about 2 hours and perhaps a half or less later on. I was watching the news or whatever and got suddenly extremely sleepy, as though I had just been drink spiked by a boyfriend and was some knock out chick about 2 get date fucking raped. Anytime someone gets absurdly sleepy 4 no real good apparent reason such as medication or not getting sufficient sleep recently and as long these logical lines, there has 23B a more paranormal occult and or esoteric reason behind it, I don’t give a fuck what the Jack McCoy’s believe, that’s their fucking business, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B4 going on, some diseased MILITUFORCE dirt bag scum sleaze filthy toilet water drinker hit me with some additional death beam 2 hours or so ago, making my throat sore and my nose stuffy and runny and totally fucked up. I never ever get naturally sick. When I am sick, it is the fucking MILLIONTH COUNCIL that illegally violated my human rights and made me get sick, the diseased filthy bastards. Anyway getting back on point, I fell dead ass off into a major fucking deep sleep, and as I start 2 tell U this, the hacking pop up screen shit attack Stacey Lattisaw is beginning, BRA!! Suddenly I felt my heart go into a death arrhythmia and I stopped breathing and eventually died. The next thing I fucking knew was I was trying as hard as I could 2 remain in the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL that is mortally referred 2 by many in colloquial term’s as HEAVEN, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle was telling me I had 2 leave the city and have another dream. Suddenly I found myself in a semi waking state and the door opened and Ann King came into my room and said that she had just fixed some dinner 4 me. Dawn was still recovering in her room from her drinking binge. I woke up fully and walked out 2 the kitchen and sat down at the table. Suddenly I learned that I had been retraced again and was a bit off in hyperspace from where I had gone 2 sleep and died. Ed Lynch had not been released from jail, he is in jail and never was released. He most likely is going 2 get between one and 2 years, and is fighting his Meagan’s Law charge that he already was on probation in the first place with, and plead NOT GUILTY in court. Ann said that his probie told her that if he had plead guilty, they were planning on sending him home 2 await a court date 3 parole violation being having and using a computer when he was not permitted 2 do so. This all went down differently in the universe I recently died in. The electrical thing still happened, as this is obviously what made the clock mess up, but explain Y when the TV and DVD/VCR machines never shut off, being on another circuit. I tell electrical engineers and top linemen and foremen my problems and have now 4 more than 20 mucking years, and they do not have a clue what 2 make of any of it, top persons, college degreed, professional knowledgeable people, yet U out here that laugh tat the supernatural and ghost busters stories, U all make me sick 2 my mother ducking diseased guts. Y would people like me B making shit like this up. It is real and happening, and FUCK U.
MARKETS WILL GO ON FLYING FOREVER UP AND UPO AND UP AND UP AS LONG as this sleaze disease has me 2 endlessly fucking persecute and harass, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I do not have one thing better 2 do at 22 past midnight than 2 sit here typing all this shit up and posting it on the mother trucking internet, gimme a cock sucking break ladies and gentlemen. THAT 1970 FAMILY, or perhaps said more accurately now in late August of 2009, JULIA MAYAN WHITE and gang, or (JMWG) 4 an abbreviation, is behind making my life an endless hell. I AM GOOD ENOUGH 2B USED IN ALL OF THIS, GOOD ENOUGH 2B SACRIFICED, SOUND FUCKING FAMILIAR, CHRISTIANS????????? Bye-Bye!!!!!
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LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG 20
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR, BLOG 20”
10:30 Ante’ Meridian on Wednesday morning, August 19, 2K9
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I am under heavy OTAMMIC WOMO SIEGE, the aerial persecution began just a couple of minutes B4 the opening scum bag bell on Wall Street in Manhattan also known by me sir Prince as DIRTBAGVILLE. The chopper attack started it, and then ever since, constant MILITUFORCE and military scum and all manor of planes and air junk is all over the nearby areas of this house where I unfortunately am residing here in Blueberryville/Hammonton, on 13th Street.
I made an error in my last blog and gave the years that 2 of my extracted and frozen embryos from Mayan Goddess/Queen Julia white, of 1970 and 33. Naturally, I meant 2 say late 1969-AD and then well B4 that, in 1-BC, a distance delay field was used 2 send another batch 2 the World-Lab-sendbacks of Jerusalem that were on mission there establishing the now mighty religion of Christianity. I now can C how wild my claims may sound, but U can C that there is in fact, substance, in all of this no matter how hard U may not wish 2, that is 2 say a bit better, u cannot discredit as proven false, any of what I am telling. U may simply choose a disagreeing point of view, that is always your totally free cherce Archie and all, but what I mean is, read my story, my blogs, most or all of them, and tell me where anything in there can B shown as disprovable and or a total fabrication of truisms. Anyone can look up at a night sky and say how lovely the stars appear. Some know a great deal about just what these stars R. Still, the stars look exactly the same 2 all of us, and 2 neither group, the more and the less knowledgeable, sees them any brighter or more or less lovely than the other group. This may seem as a very simple or even just plain dumb example, but ponder on it, meditate on it, and U will come 2 realize my reasons 4 making my comparison in this way and with this story told. If the HUNTINGTON CURSE did not exist and have its place in total reality, explain 2 me how I can make global financial markets react, countries go 2 war within hours after doing a seemingly unconnected and small event such as leaving 3 cassette tapes on boardwalk benches, and on and on and on and on. I plan 2 make a trip up and try and find cousin Ruth’s relatives, distant as they may B2 me in the cousinly line. Hay, the family I am dealing with and forced 2B living here in fiery hell with, is way more distant cousin wise 2 the great artist MC, yet every time in any way, MC is either played on Dawn’s CD machine, or mentioned by her or mother Ann King or myself, all hell breaks loose at the U know what squared, Gene 2-late Rotten berry. This traveler or ES from somewhere in a place called New Jersey, back here, knows all of this only 2 freaking wehell, BRA!!!!!!!! Let me do another rehash-rote here Karen Simons of Grassi, my ol’ pal and pal of Frank Delpercio, who my business partner, definitely STL, in SPR of Clementon, NJUSAESMWG, rented the actual building from on the road where the famous Clementon Park has been 4 a half century or better now, and where the mighty CVS pharmaceutical chain now has a store there after we went out of business and closed our doors like the Princess Furniture of Eternity Company back early in the nineteen-eighties. STL---(SCYLLA-2-LATE). SPR---(STUDIO PARK RECORDS). But then peeps, all of this happened well B4 the mighty ES or (EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND) MAROLA from 1969, ever discussed two thousand and ten or five or any other year, and pronounced it in a way that seemed weird 2 all those inhabitants only able 2 perceive the sixties at the time. U must learn 2 look at the tiny Colombo clues. Only a man such as this glass eyed nut job who was so lovable, Peter Faulk, and by the way a second cuz 2 the principal of my Haddonfield school, we had lots of EW connections, right down 2 Senator White and his son and my great pal, Michael. Oh, U all think U have heard my story do U. Then pops up another thistle plant right there in the ballpark out of left field when U least think any new stuff is there. I will still say it peeps, al Jolson may say it better and has the name recognition, but I can copy this great and talented yesteryear vocalist, named Al Jolson, BRO. No U ain’t heard nothin’ yet, lads and lassies and Labrador Retrievers. NOTHING. I may not get a larger believing-following, but I still plan on widening the scope of my incredible 50 year tale that basically in this present ME lifetime, began with the horrific double homicide/suicide in Braintree, Massachusetts, by my 2nd cousin, my mother’s- mother’s brother I believe, HERBERT HUNTINGTON, who grew up with many of his family members up in the bay area on the other side of Long Island above Babylon. If I had the teck Roger, 2 retrace him, I would, so he could go on suffering, This would B my only way out, sop please stop asking me if I can do iut right now with today’s dark age science. Forget Jackson, who wants 2 force that tortured bastard 2 relive and re-dream here where he basically was an incredibly miserable and mixed up pathetic man and boy, 24/7. If anyone would B attempted someday by me, it would B cuz HH. Then my life would suddenly shift over 2 normal overnight, the curse on me would B over like a passing thunderstorm, speaking of which, I wish now 2 thank my lovely lightning goddess Diana Arteemis 4 coming around here last night when I so desperately needed her. Thank U my baby blond teen-queen. Yes Colaman, the secret is out about the closet and the anger and the entire thing. Let us no longer pretend that I have not totally unraveled the mysterious life and cosmic plans of Mayan Julia. Maybe your system crashed and collapsed, but the new one that my dad gave me out on the Astral Plane, is holding up real nice, and nobody out here needs 2 know any of the freaking details, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kenny and his “ASTRAL-DAD”, wow, does it really get bigger and wilder than stuff like him and the kid from Quakertown, Pennsylvania in 1963, and Robert McGuire and the Terrorist from India, and on and on ad infinitem? If “this family” was not covering up the reality that all things cycle around and endlessly R doomed 2 repeat in a closed curve infinity, then U tell me just what U think that THEY in fact R doing????????? I am open minded and am all ears, just as long as it is not some simpleton tweet like U’re as not job Mountainpen. Hay, post that, I just laugh and say, “I am the greatest 1986 fish in Huntington Bay”, then I go back in time through ES, and make sure I cover my butt with the United States Copyright Office, by making a silly song up and sending it down 4 copyfreakingright, cut fingers, Magnesonic empowered ice cream, and American Appliance stores refrigerators, all not withstanding, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, phase 4 Morianity teachings tells us that NOTHING IS NOR CAN B EVER MADE UP. It first simply is there and always was and will B astrally, and then in some linear time order that all individual consciousness produces the MAYA-ILLUSION of a certain date in time, it is being “sent-through” 2 them as THEIR IMAGINATION or some art form of ‘creativity’. Hay like or hate this truth/reality, it changes nothing any more than cancer disappears just because after your annual physical is over and your doctor tells U that U have it, and U hate that truth/reality. Sahwee Chawee. Go enjoy a can of Tunafish, or shellfish, at the risk of angering my big brown eyed Scy, not U Cunesman, all though if I had indeed remained in Quakertown, in most parts of the hyperspace, this would I indeed most likely have become my wife. U really do not wanna get me going Mizz July-12-Eckert-Pharma-Lee with hyperspace and phase 4. It would B just a bit 2 nail biting, and we R not all teens here, in fact I am hoping that filters R blocking most of them, and suggest anyone waiting 4 the legal age 2 come B4 they ever embark on any study of my personal life, or Morianity in general. Caveat Emptor, BRA!!!!!!!
Yesterday, Jane skunkweedfilthdiseaseslime nailed me over and over, morning and afternoon, there was simply no mother stinking fucping escapoe from getting bombarded and pummeled consistently with ones and ones and elevens all over every clock, each time this evil time would spin around, and it does, every single freaking day, 4 TIMES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!! I am all through begging, and all though I am a dog as Yancy Zeranniss, I am not as Mark Wayne Mohr, sorry Scy, no more begging, no m ore silly nine-nineties. It is as over as turning in beds in ancient rooming houses, talk 2 your friends at the Copyright Office, they’ll let U know what I am talking about, yo. Got your note last night Rog, we need 2 talk, BRO. Every time they even think we R gonna meet up in town, SHE massacres me, JW that is, the sex protection expert. And they tell me I am paranoid with grandiose delusions when I can C perfectly how 80 plus percent of the “LAW AND ORDER” show is all taken from parts of my life, and on top of that, would never even have existed if not 4 my interactions with the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office, BRO-GREEN-CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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10:30 Ante’ Meridian on Wednesday morning, August 19, 2K9
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I am under heavy OTAMMIC WOMO SIEGE, the aerial persecution began just a couple of minutes B4 the opening scum bag bell on Wall Street in Manhattan also known by me sir Prince as DIRTBAGVILLE. The chopper attack started it, and then ever since, constant MILITUFORCE and military scum and all manor of planes and air junk is all over the nearby areas of this house where I unfortunately am residing here in Blueberryville/Hammonton, on 13th Street.
I made an error in my last blog and gave the years that 2 of my extracted and frozen embryos from Mayan Goddess/Queen Julia white, of 1970 and 33. Naturally, I meant 2 say late 1969-AD and then well B4 that, in 1-BC, a distance delay field was used 2 send another batch 2 the World-Lab-sendbacks of Jerusalem that were on mission there establishing the now mighty religion of Christianity. I now can C how wild my claims may sound, but U can C that there is in fact, substance, in all of this no matter how hard U may not wish 2, that is 2 say a bit better, u cannot discredit as proven false, any of what I am telling. U may simply choose a disagreeing point of view, that is always your totally free cherce Archie and all, but what I mean is, read my story, my blogs, most or all of them, and tell me where anything in there can B shown as disprovable and or a total fabrication of truisms. Anyone can look up at a night sky and say how lovely the stars appear. Some know a great deal about just what these stars R. Still, the stars look exactly the same 2 all of us, and 2 neither group, the more and the less knowledgeable, sees them any brighter or more or less lovely than the other group. This may seem as a very simple or even just plain dumb example, but ponder on it, meditate on it, and U will come 2 realize my reasons 4 making my comparison in this way and with this story told. If the HUNTINGTON CURSE did not exist and have its place in total reality, explain 2 me how I can make global financial markets react, countries go 2 war within hours after doing a seemingly unconnected and small event such as leaving 3 cassette tapes on boardwalk benches, and on and on and on and on. I plan 2 make a trip up and try and find cousin Ruth’s relatives, distant as they may B2 me in the cousinly line. Hay, the family I am dealing with and forced 2B living here in fiery hell with, is way more distant cousin wise 2 the great artist MC, yet every time in any way, MC is either played on Dawn’s CD machine, or mentioned by her or mother Ann King or myself, all hell breaks loose at the U know what squared, Gene 2-late Rotten berry. This traveler or ES from somewhere in a place called New Jersey, back here, knows all of this only 2 freaking wehell, BRA!!!!!!!! Let me do another rehash-rote here Karen Simons of Grassi, my ol’ pal and pal of Frank Delpercio, who my business partner, definitely STL, in SPR of Clementon, NJUSAESMWG, rented the actual building from on the road where the famous Clementon Park has been 4 a half century or better now, and where the mighty CVS pharmaceutical chain now has a store there after we went out of business and closed our doors like the Princess Furniture of Eternity Company back early in the nineteen-eighties. STL---(SCYLLA-2-LATE). SPR---(STUDIO PARK RECORDS). But then peeps, all of this happened well B4 the mighty ES or (EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND) MAROLA from 1969, ever discussed two thousand and ten or five or any other year, and pronounced it in a way that seemed weird 2 all those inhabitants only able 2 perceive the sixties at the time. U must learn 2 look at the tiny Colombo clues. Only a man such as this glass eyed nut job who was so lovable, Peter Faulk, and by the way a second cuz 2 the principal of my Haddonfield school, we had lots of EW connections, right down 2 Senator White and his son and my great pal, Michael. Oh, U all think U have heard my story do U. Then pops up another thistle plant right there in the ballpark out of left field when U least think any new stuff is there. I will still say it peeps, al Jolson may say it better and has the name recognition, but I can copy this great and talented yesteryear vocalist, named Al Jolson, BRO. No U ain’t heard nothin’ yet, lads and lassies and Labrador Retrievers. NOTHING. I may not get a larger believing-following, but I still plan on widening the scope of my incredible 50 year tale that basically in this present ME lifetime, began with the horrific double homicide/suicide in Braintree, Massachusetts, by my 2nd cousin, my mother’s- mother’s brother I believe, HERBERT HUNTINGTON, who grew up with many of his family members up in the bay area on the other side of Long Island above Babylon. If I had the teck Roger, 2 retrace him, I would, so he could go on suffering, This would B my only way out, sop please stop asking me if I can do iut right now with today’s dark age science. Forget Jackson, who wants 2 force that tortured bastard 2 relive and re-dream here where he basically was an incredibly miserable and mixed up pathetic man and boy, 24/7. If anyone would B attempted someday by me, it would B cuz HH. Then my life would suddenly shift over 2 normal overnight, the curse on me would B over like a passing thunderstorm, speaking of which, I wish now 2 thank my lovely lightning goddess Diana Arteemis 4 coming around here last night when I so desperately needed her. Thank U my baby blond teen-queen. Yes Colaman, the secret is out about the closet and the anger and the entire thing. Let us no longer pretend that I have not totally unraveled the mysterious life and cosmic plans of Mayan Julia. Maybe your system crashed and collapsed, but the new one that my dad gave me out on the Astral Plane, is holding up real nice, and nobody out here needs 2 know any of the freaking details, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kenny and his “ASTRAL-DAD”, wow, does it really get bigger and wilder than stuff like him and the kid from Quakertown, Pennsylvania in 1963, and Robert McGuire and the Terrorist from India, and on and on ad infinitem? If “this family” was not covering up the reality that all things cycle around and endlessly R doomed 2 repeat in a closed curve infinity, then U tell me just what U think that THEY in fact R doing????????? I am open minded and am all ears, just as long as it is not some simpleton tweet like U’re as not job Mountainpen. Hay, post that, I just laugh and say, “I am the greatest 1986 fish in Huntington Bay”, then I go back in time through ES, and make sure I cover my butt with the United States Copyright Office, by making a silly song up and sending it down 4 copyfreakingright, cut fingers, Magnesonic empowered ice cream, and American Appliance stores refrigerators, all not withstanding, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, phase 4 Morianity teachings tells us that NOTHING IS NOR CAN B EVER MADE UP. It first simply is there and always was and will B astrally, and then in some linear time order that all individual consciousness produces the MAYA-ILLUSION of a certain date in time, it is being “sent-through” 2 them as THEIR IMAGINATION or some art form of ‘creativity’. Hay like or hate this truth/reality, it changes nothing any more than cancer disappears just because after your annual physical is over and your doctor tells U that U have it, and U hate that truth/reality. Sahwee Chawee. Go enjoy a can of Tunafish, or shellfish, at the risk of angering my big brown eyed Scy, not U Cunesman, all though if I had indeed remained in Quakertown, in most parts of the hyperspace, this would I indeed most likely have become my wife. U really do not wanna get me going Mizz July-12-Eckert-Pharma-Lee with hyperspace and phase 4. It would B just a bit 2 nail biting, and we R not all teens here, in fact I am hoping that filters R blocking most of them, and suggest anyone waiting 4 the legal age 2 come B4 they ever embark on any study of my personal life, or Morianity in general. Caveat Emptor, BRA!!!!!!!
Yesterday, Jane skunkweedfilthdiseaseslime nailed me over and over, morning and afternoon, there was simply no mother stinking fucping escapoe from getting bombarded and pummeled consistently with ones and ones and elevens all over every clock, each time this evil time would spin around, and it does, every single freaking day, 4 TIMES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!! I am all through begging, and all though I am a dog as Yancy Zeranniss, I am not as Mark Wayne Mohr, sorry Scy, no more begging, no m ore silly nine-nineties. It is as over as turning in beds in ancient rooming houses, talk 2 your friends at the Copyright Office, they’ll let U know what I am talking about, yo. Got your note last night Rog, we need 2 talk, BRO. Every time they even think we R gonna meet up in town, SHE massacres me, JW that is, the sex protection expert. And they tell me I am paranoid with grandiose delusions when I can C perfectly how 80 plus percent of the “LAW AND ORDER” show is all taken from parts of my life, and on top of that, would never even have existed if not 4 my interactions with the Camden county Prosecutor’s Office, BRO-GREEN-CURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF BLOG:
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
BLOG 19
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #19”
4:53 PM, Tuesday late afternoon, August 18th, 2K9
START OF THE BLOG:
This was the most horrible motherfucking day and past evening beginning around just shy of eleven PM, ever. Some MAYAN SUBTERRANEAN LAMBRIGGER CULT ASTRAL FORCE totally got into Chicky, also Prince known sir as Louis Laines. He was fine one minute and then 2 quote Dawn the mighty King, BOOM, not Nick at Night, ALL OF DOGMOTHERFUCKINGTOWN BUSTED LOOSE AT THE HYPERSQUARED CONSTANT OR C to the 3rd. Chicky went from bone cold sober 2 dead drunk in 5 seconds, and the mysterious way that it happened cannot even start 2B blogged on this text today, I am on definite limited time when things here turn this rapidly into total fucking shit, BRO. First Chicky threatened 2 stab his wife Dawn in the nose with his fork, things then escalated from there quantitativefreakingly. I have been transporting both Chicky, and then Dawn from place 2 place, have had no rest nor sleep for 2 days and one night, cannot take my needed meds as prescribed by those in authority, and believe me soon, when I tell U that after my successful lawsuit against both the Kessler Hospital and the Atlantic City Atlanticare Sike Ward, I will B able 2 buy not only Atlantic city and the Donald, but half f Manhattan and all of my diseased family of WOMO right out from under them. First I took Dawn 2 Egg Harbor last night so she would not feel threatened of getting stabbed by her hubby in her freaking sleep. Then I came back and Chicky who had run out into the middle of the neighboring blueberry fields that surround our home literally on all sides along with lots of other farmlands, had a suitcase and wanted me and Ann 2 take him 2 the Silver coin diner where he could B with his friends. Later he walked home and crashed around and blared his stereo in the bedroom, and I was forced all night 2B in there trying 2 calm him down while he cried like a cock sucking baby. He is 28, and his wife is 41, and they act like tiny 9 year old total assholes, constantly and motherfucking continually, BRA. I knew this would fucking happen because diseased WOMO did not get their favored way on the Manhattan streets during the day, so 7 hours or less after Wall Street’s fucking closing bell, they persecuted me 2 death, and I have not had a second of peace since. THIS IS SO FUCKING ILLEGAL, SECURIEIES AND EXCHANGE COMMMISION, AND U SIT THERE ON YOUR HIGH MIGHTY HORSE AND WILL NOT LISTEN 2 ME OR DO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING JOBS. THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE IS 100 PERCENT CONTROLLED AND PUPPED-OWNED. I CAN DO NOTHING BUT ENDLESSLY SYFFER, AS I HAVE NOW FOR 23 FUCKING YEARS AND 3 DAYS NOW, BRA!!!!!!! YEAH, they just sit there, “US MARSHALL” and do nothing. Y do so many weird ladies approach my interactiveness on public busses in my “DREAMS”???????? Answer, THE MAYAN GODDESS QUEEN OF COURSE, Julia White, like DERR!!!!!!! The street did not like my weekend blog, but managed after this putrid and monstrously despicable and deplorable day of pure fucking evil 2 gain almost all of their lost points from Monday right back today on their diseased DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, and using my blood, RIGHT ON MY FUCKING SHOE, TREADMILLS AND ALL, AND DOESN’T MY OLDEST HAVBE ONE HELL OF A PITCHING ARM SS? Today tears it. I am dropping a letter in the mail tomorrow 2 Maury Povich. I may not get anywhere, but this is where Mister nice guy stops and reality worlds start, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who really supposedly “owns” Gawky Gaukauk? DUHH, JW/PC/PK. So who then is this female entity who is always on these busses saying and doing things so weird around me since the sixties and seventies, in what U mortals freaking all insist on classifying as “DREAMS”? DERR, JW/PC/PK. U know my booby neighbor at the motherfucking trailer park from 2000 through 2008, looked totally ‘twinnish’ as my need 2 Franklinize both this and the prior new words 2B added 2 my POOR RICKY’s collection, but seriously, he is a total twin of the (uh-uh-uh) dude on the movie Jurassic Park. Study the 3 initials when set up as I have in this order of the mighty Mayan. Again, JW-PC-PK, like symbolism DERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! So now some may B thinking, OK, cool and whatever, so how does this fucking boob neighbor from 2 moves back connect the mighty Mayan of Babylon, New York. Let me 4 openers just freaking begin answering all of U with this, BRA!!!!!! She is not from anywhere, not really, not even fifty-million years in the ‘future’ or negative positronic expansion from Planet Earth. She is a powerful PHASE-4 entity, one of a very few truly recognized entity that can B accurately described by MORIANITY as PURE ENERGY. There R many energetic beings and entities on the Astral Plane, or the spirit world as the caveman society of today insists basically in using these words or simply dismissing it all as nonsensical bunk like Jack Nash McCoy. U know, it tears the living shit out of my balls that the old Paul Moriarity or whatever the name of the real actor was that was playing the role of this phase-4 L&O prosecutor who preceded Jack McCoy on this marvelous law show that is right up there with Perry Mason. As soon as I began watching this around the time I was fired from Griffin Pipe by Jimmy Dirtbag Stonehenge, all these older L&O’s with this prosecutor were removed except 4 a very occasional one aired here and there, and in the afternoons only, never in the evenings. Continuing though now with the GREAT WHITE MAYAN that all of the Native North and South American continental aborigines knew as and referred 2 basically as simply the great spirit and or the great white spirit, gimme a break 4 crissake BRA, she told me she comes from 50 million years from now and she gave me her name as Julia White, and did this in the early t of the year 1994. This was right after Robert motherfucking McGuire had damaged the first of the 2 automobiles that he damaged of mine, and both in Atlantic city,. This was just 1 or 2 blocks north of what once was known as the famous CSH or Children’s Seashore home, across from what once was called the BRUCVE MASNOR MOTEL, still standing there but no longer a motel 4 some decades now. Still I resided there for about 6 months and attended the Richmond Avenue elementary School a block west of there. Going 2 school 2 blocks from the great Atlantic Ocean while living 1 block from it, was an awesome experience 4 a youngster such as myself. But this right now takes us all 2 far off of point 2B further discussed at this present time. Let me divert away quick and tell u that Ed was released from custody today, and had 2 find his own way back home from the Criminal Justice Complex. We had planned 2 help him, but nobody plans 4 these 2 diseased monsters 2 get drunk and violent as they do now every week and almost every day, so it really is now just a matter of time B4 everybody is gonna get fucking locked up, BRO. When I know more about Ed Lynch (Himacane), I will tell U all about it. 4 right now, screw this, I am busy with lots of larger frying fish. None of them R shellfish, Immaculate Scylla. No the BUREAU, and all the government and world powers, know that inside my world and my mind, is totally sufficient knowledge and even Lieutenant Sakovich proofs, 2 permanently end religion as it is now known and practiced in this world, and cause mass hysteria and global anarchy and financial collapse overnight on a planet-wide freaking scale. If The DJIA can manage 2 p0ost gains, without me being offered up as an illegal covert sacrifice, I would not personally give a fucking shit if it flew 2 the moon and went 2 ninety-two thousand points by twenty Marola thirteen. But harm me, and destroy me, and flip over into the high breaking wake, my fucking surfboard life-ride in order 2 get these ill-gotten gained points, and U can bet I’ll B screaming out from rooftops, those with and without stuff on railings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day Dawn has been off the wall, screaming at Chicky’s ill brother Marcus who is not yet fully recovered from his July stabbing injuries that he sustained by a drunken cousin of another brother over there in their flop pad crib on Bellevue Avenue, in that rat hole that they call a living space, and putting all of us through an unspeakable monstrous hell. In-between all this, she calls her brother’s voice mail, joe King and hollers profanities that R so horrific that it makes anything U ever read on my worst and most angry blogs contrast as a toddler singing a song in a sandbox, BRO!!!!!!! Also, speaking purely mathematically and regarding the usage of the enemy tool that I have named the ICPE and the parallel event and the improper and soon 2B illegal way of using it against innocent sufferers, I am sure that the PHILLIES have recently sunk into shit, and will B dead last by playfuckingofftime. Despite this, my father’s Bourbon Wing Newest Roulette system, is kicking mother trucking ass, rapes and germs. Well, time 2 get nastier than this. Let me talk a little tiny bit more now on phase 4, and playing with the no-no hyperspace, and a few things along lines that I totally know will REALLY PISS OFF THESE DISEASED SQUAT SWALLOWING FILTHY TURDS. Do this 2 me, and pay up, there is always a price 2B paid, along with 900 trillion seconds and United States HA-HA-WHO Copyright Examiners from the year 1982, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Many genius geeks out there think they have successfully pout me into a box. Most believe I wear a big hat with the words “SPACE-CADET” written boldly on the brim, and that’s cool, as I don’t give a fuck what any of U’s think about me, as I know the truth and I know what’s fucking real, BRO!!!!!! But I have my sources, and they have told me that there R between 5 and 10 out here somewhere that know this all is 4 total real, no nut job thing is going on other than we all R a bit nuts and if any of U had pressure and stress and this much shit and hell in your lives, U’da all been locked up in freaking Looney nubbins decades ago, so this does not bother me in the least. Yes I have a tiny following that KNOWS THIS IS ALL 100% REAL. Natch, this is also known by WOMO enemies, my own family, and this ticks these bitches off at the speed of light times the speed of light times eleven-hundred, very funny TBS-end of CALLIO, huh BRA????????????????????????????????????? Aniwho, 4 the 1995 continue-0n-readership, a lot will not make a real great big bunch of sense, but tough beer gas as this is now gonna get said. I wanted to make things happen that in no way could have ever happened in the so-called waking and or REAL WORLD. The circa now is say somewhere in 1979. I had moved from a small super-dingy old apartment in Williamstown on Main Street, into a nice home purchased from the Muckensturm family from Germany 4 just over 30 thousand dollars. Settlement and move in date was the 15th of freaking October. I was able 2 get what I wanted. Now what I wanted 4 right now is so totally unimportant 4U2 know the details, it stinks backwards at jet velocity. I’ll merely ass say that if I wanted the thrill of leaping off Mount Everest and flying over the Himalayan Mountains in my underwear, and landing in the heart of Paris where 100 lovely teen queens were there 2 greet and worship me as some god, then this seemingly impossible 2 achieve task was accomplished. The point here is not the details of what I was wanting and what actually happened, but that 2 types of intellect exist as part of an expansion-dimension, sort of an add-on dimension 2 the 3 that all of the waking world knows and lives by each and every freaking day. The point is that I wanted 2 do this marvelous miracle that just could never B done in the waking word, if 4 basically no other reason, it would sort of just simply go against a naturally occurring phenomenon that none of U out here R near yet ready 4 ,me 2 explain details of this with U, and that being, LAWTRONICS!!!!!!! Just because a 7 foot giant wishes 2 shrink his or her height down to 6-3, or a short midget of 4-2 wants 2 grow 2 the height of 5-4, does not in any way in an A/B desire:event ratio produce so much as .000000000001% ability of outcome or result. How can these digits B raised is the question, Mister William Shakespeare, and not whether or not U exist or not ol’ buddy from sometime back. UB, BRO, there’s no question on that front, U EXIST, and TIME IS AN ILLUSION. Hence U always have been and always will B. But an unopened mind with closed eyes and ears is going, HUH, right Lenny Cher Briscoe? Speak of dives, and not those done in the Olympics, geese Louise surfer Fonty Kickcar Shannon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To get the numbers from totally 0000000-IMPOSSIBLE 2 start slowly creeping up into the potential realms of ever so slight possibility, wild things need B done that indeed CAN override and circumvent LAWTRONIC laws of 4th and 5th dimensional hyperspace, or awake conscious physical plane life. I did it. But did IIIIIIIII do it or did some THING or ENTITY or WHATEVER Congressman Oakstreet Andrews, do it THROUGH ME, kind sir???????????????? Ask a man that is not afraid 2 fire people, and I do not mean jimmy Stonehenge from the Griffin Callio Pipe-world of the ACMUA, go 2, www.acmua.com/, BRA!!!! Ask Shorty MacInvondi, better known SIR-PRINCE, as the DONALD. Not that he is gonna answer any of u with candor and honesty. Read his books. He admits 2 being the epitome of a business dirtbag. And read between lines, don’t b a total dope all of your damn lives. So what did this jerk off do 2 me, and what did I do 2 accomplish or think I did of my own refreaking volition that is, 2 accomplish this feat of the mount Everest Fly? Natch, super abridgement is totally necc here or I’d B all freaking day and then 1000 more days, maybe. Well there is a power called by me, ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICS, and this is the TOOL that me as the flesh and blood human that I am, as I exist currently in this time-world interaction as MARK MOHR, used, or thought that I used, only it was them that first wanted 2 exist here in this waking life and could not get through the so-called channel because in so doing it would violate the lawtronics, as they wanted 2 enter in here as. LSS or (LONG-STORY-SHORT), in order 2 get me 2 use this ‘power’ or ‘tool’, they first needed 2 influence me 2 try it and C how it worked, and then make me get more hooked on using it than a crackhead like Whitney H. is hooked on her junk of cherce, Bunkie. Finally the real kicker is this. They had 2 give me, I said they, or THEY, GAVE ME, the Mount Everest desire 2 start with, It never was anything that I ever would have cared about doing or pulling off, not until THEY made me think that this is what I wanted more than anything. Watch out Paula, step up Comcast 13th Street of magic cymbal license tags, B-CAREFUL honey buns. I look back now and think, who gives a fuck about Mount Everest or flying over it. Natch, this is hypothetical and /I assure my entire blogaud that this mountain as well as flying, has absolutely nothing 2 do with anything real pertaining 2 my nightmare life story in this horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 messing with the Edgar Casey trances like ol’ boyhood reality-hero Count Petofi loved doing in that hit television show called DARK SHADOWS, here is a little squib about Y things went belly up[ and beyond all pales here at this new house regarding the ‘substance abuse’ problem, not that Scylla and her super dysfunctional family really needs any excuses 4 SA. This is and has been always a big factor, but fans, take heart, all of the pop world and Hellyweird is basically and always has been, running in that dysfunctional circle. A very few can mange 2 stay out of it, but what excuse is there 4 the 700 distant cousins when U work it out down as far as 4 out and 7 removed? This is where it has got 2B in the DNA or something. 99+ percent of them R either very heavy drinkers or major users of other S. This is all verifiable, and I have my sources. Not one source, try 5, and they R good ones. So Y did I wreck the Lakehouse and stop this from coming into the reality of the Jersey branch of this family, and thus me, as I would have been there and was invited by the mighty Elisa, her exact words B4 she called me a “FAMILY-DESTROYER”, 4 doing absolutely nothing 2 deserve that horrible defamation of my character, and if I said I enjoyed my swim and the barbeque and the ons and ons that I went on with about it at the time, Y then did I wreck it by literally, and 2 quote the ‘late?’ David Charles Roth, “SPEAK IT OUT OF EXISTENCE”, by saying how good it was and what a good time I had there that day at the May of oh-nine BBQ? Let me try and tell this in the most human way so that humans can crawl into the mind of someone who most likely thanks 2 surviving all of this hell over the past 40 plus years, is enlightened 2 perhaps 1-5 thousand years ahead of my fellow co human population inhabitants of this Earth. Let me give this a real hard college try here. Look peeps, I have been involved in the un-natural world in my present lifetime as Mark Mohr or me, 4 most of my life and definitely 4 all of my legally-adult life of 21+. Unlike all or most of U out here reading SUPERNATURAL websites and blogs oriented 2 this stuff, I am totally opposite of any of U. I want 2 run and hide from all of this just as fast as Julia White and my oldest daughter legs can possibly CARRY me away from it, yet it is not a reality 4 me. I am trapped, there is no escape. Believe me BRA, I have tried and tried desperately freaking hard and 4 a very ling time. All; I desire is a totally normal life, and 2B just like any and all of U out here ion Cybertown. But no matter what I do or where I go, every single waking and sleeping minute or if that is a slight over exaggeration, then believe me please, it is only a very SKLIGHT one, as constantly and continually, the crap of the “spirit-world”, literally draws me into it with no way 4 me 2 worm out of each of the things that keep occurring around me endlessly, no matter how fucking damn hard I may ever try. Many will argue that I love talking about the great city of HEAVEN, the FASCITAR, the ASTRASL PLASNE, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the BRIGGER CULTISTS, the GAWNUM, and literally on and on with a seemingly endless laundry list of horse-shit that would disprove what I now am attempting 2 say and make claim 2. Sorry, UR reading me all wrong. I tell because it is my only fucking way 4 me 2 fight this evil disease back, these real yet totally invisible enemies from what church worlders classify as the SPIRIT-WORLD, and many paying it great lip service until along comes me and tells what is happening 2 me and then they All say, “no way, UR just in need of some real serious mental help, ya nut job”.
Atlantic City all happened and it is all real. I thought that this was the total root of everything. It took decades of exploration 4 me 2C that an entire family from my dreams no less, calling themselves in these dreams, “THAT-FAMNILY, and those in it, calling me “THAT-BOY”, is a bigger picture. Still bigger is the way it all ftsd into something called the “WEIRD-THEORY” of the nineteen-eighties. This basically is all about closed curve smaller infinities that R locked endlessly inside closed curved larger infinites. This only scratches the surface however of so much more junk that is interconnected with all of my HUNTINGTON CURSE NIGHTMARE, and the MAYAN GODDESS, Julia. Here is what I will tell U now that could get my fucking home burned down tonight, and hay, I don’t give a fuck, but in case the FBI is watching the place, I would not suggest anyone get 2 religiously upset 2 a point where they decide 2 take any actions beyond avoiding THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and the life journals of MARK WAYNE MOHR. A child following this now had decoded and understands the strange box and mist from frozen embryos and on and on, that my daughter in some hyper-transdimensional form was showing her dad. But beyond that, her ‘dad’ on paper was quite perturbed and mad at ‘his daughter’ as she attempted 2 reveal this secret 2 me, as well as the biggest one, and that being that these so-called parents of Scylla’s R the Mayan controllers of this planet directly sent here by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and remember the LAWTRASONIC RULE, that symbols must B shown so that the very small and miniscule group of wisest searchers and seekers of truth, will observe what the covert powerful ones R attempting 2 cover up, and not B totally blocked from this necessary ability 2 do so. What is the final secret. Well, that Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocllevious Krassle, who hates me 4 daring 2 care about Scylla in a special way, used me 2 not only bring her from the sixties 2 the nineties as he is not capable of this, that he indeed is Scylla’s father on the ASTRAL PLANE, but that on the physical plane, I was used, twice, once in 1970, and once in 33. Now burn the place fucking down if U want, I TELL TRUTHS. TIS IS FUCKING BTOTAL WAR, SATAN BOOM!!!
MARKETS WILL FLY, PHILLIES WILL DIE, BUT LAKEHOUSES WILL VANISH., I WILL NOT B A WIIOLLING PARTICIPANT AND PARTY 2 ANY SCHEME AND GAME OF THE ASTRAL WORLD GODS. I HAVE FREAKING BETTER THINGS 2 DO WITH MY INFINITE EXISTENCE THAN 2 PLAY ROCKS AND PAPERS AND LIGHT AND SQUARTES WQITH ANY OF U SICK BASTARDS. BYE-BYE AP, and not your AP, Amy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then Kirk, is this your daughters internet?????????????? I think soon, I can claim it is mine, but I am now speaking of the 3rd emb freeze of Mizz Jurassic Park from the music studios of Clementon, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BWOG, ELMER WABBIT FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
POST SCRIPT, BRO:
Back off, or my blogs go even beyond this, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4:53 PM, Tuesday late afternoon, August 18th, 2K9
START OF THE BLOG:
This was the most horrible motherfucking day and past evening beginning around just shy of eleven PM, ever. Some MAYAN SUBTERRANEAN LAMBRIGGER CULT ASTRAL FORCE totally got into Chicky, also Prince known sir as Louis Laines. He was fine one minute and then 2 quote Dawn the mighty King, BOOM, not Nick at Night, ALL OF DOGMOTHERFUCKINGTOWN BUSTED LOOSE AT THE HYPERSQUARED CONSTANT OR C to the 3rd. Chicky went from bone cold sober 2 dead drunk in 5 seconds, and the mysterious way that it happened cannot even start 2B blogged on this text today, I am on definite limited time when things here turn this rapidly into total fucking shit, BRO. First Chicky threatened 2 stab his wife Dawn in the nose with his fork, things then escalated from there quantitativefreakingly. I have been transporting both Chicky, and then Dawn from place 2 place, have had no rest nor sleep for 2 days and one night, cannot take my needed meds as prescribed by those in authority, and believe me soon, when I tell U that after my successful lawsuit against both the Kessler Hospital and the Atlantic City Atlanticare Sike Ward, I will B able 2 buy not only Atlantic city and the Donald, but half f Manhattan and all of my diseased family of WOMO right out from under them. First I took Dawn 2 Egg Harbor last night so she would not feel threatened of getting stabbed by her hubby in her freaking sleep. Then I came back and Chicky who had run out into the middle of the neighboring blueberry fields that surround our home literally on all sides along with lots of other farmlands, had a suitcase and wanted me and Ann 2 take him 2 the Silver coin diner where he could B with his friends. Later he walked home and crashed around and blared his stereo in the bedroom, and I was forced all night 2B in there trying 2 calm him down while he cried like a cock sucking baby. He is 28, and his wife is 41, and they act like tiny 9 year old total assholes, constantly and motherfucking continually, BRA. I knew this would fucking happen because diseased WOMO did not get their favored way on the Manhattan streets during the day, so 7 hours or less after Wall Street’s fucking closing bell, they persecuted me 2 death, and I have not had a second of peace since. THIS IS SO FUCKING ILLEGAL, SECURIEIES AND EXCHANGE COMMMISION, AND U SIT THERE ON YOUR HIGH MIGHTY HORSE AND WILL NOT LISTEN 2 ME OR DO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING JOBS. THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE IS 100 PERCENT CONTROLLED AND PUPPED-OWNED. I CAN DO NOTHING BUT ENDLESSLY SYFFER, AS I HAVE NOW FOR 23 FUCKING YEARS AND 3 DAYS NOW, BRA!!!!!!! YEAH, they just sit there, “US MARSHALL” and do nothing. Y do so many weird ladies approach my interactiveness on public busses in my “DREAMS”???????? Answer, THE MAYAN GODDESS QUEEN OF COURSE, Julia White, like DERR!!!!!!! The street did not like my weekend blog, but managed after this putrid and monstrously despicable and deplorable day of pure fucking evil 2 gain almost all of their lost points from Monday right back today on their diseased DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, and using my blood, RIGHT ON MY FUCKING SHOE, TREADMILLS AND ALL, AND DOESN’T MY OLDEST HAVBE ONE HELL OF A PITCHING ARM SS? Today tears it. I am dropping a letter in the mail tomorrow 2 Maury Povich. I may not get anywhere, but this is where Mister nice guy stops and reality worlds start, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who really supposedly “owns” Gawky Gaukauk? DUHH, JW/PC/PK. So who then is this female entity who is always on these busses saying and doing things so weird around me since the sixties and seventies, in what U mortals freaking all insist on classifying as “DREAMS”? DERR, JW/PC/PK. U know my booby neighbor at the motherfucking trailer park from 2000 through 2008, looked totally ‘twinnish’ as my need 2 Franklinize both this and the prior new words 2B added 2 my POOR RICKY’s collection, but seriously, he is a total twin of the (uh-uh-uh) dude on the movie Jurassic Park. Study the 3 initials when set up as I have in this order of the mighty Mayan. Again, JW-PC-PK, like symbolism DERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! So now some may B thinking, OK, cool and whatever, so how does this fucking boob neighbor from 2 moves back connect the mighty Mayan of Babylon, New York. Let me 4 openers just freaking begin answering all of U with this, BRA!!!!!! She is not from anywhere, not really, not even fifty-million years in the ‘future’ or negative positronic expansion from Planet Earth. She is a powerful PHASE-4 entity, one of a very few truly recognized entity that can B accurately described by MORIANITY as PURE ENERGY. There R many energetic beings and entities on the Astral Plane, or the spirit world as the caveman society of today insists basically in using these words or simply dismissing it all as nonsensical bunk like Jack Nash McCoy. U know, it tears the living shit out of my balls that the old Paul Moriarity or whatever the name of the real actor was that was playing the role of this phase-4 L&O prosecutor who preceded Jack McCoy on this marvelous law show that is right up there with Perry Mason. As soon as I began watching this around the time I was fired from Griffin Pipe by Jimmy Dirtbag Stonehenge, all these older L&O’s with this prosecutor were removed except 4 a very occasional one aired here and there, and in the afternoons only, never in the evenings. Continuing though now with the GREAT WHITE MAYAN that all of the Native North and South American continental aborigines knew as and referred 2 basically as simply the great spirit and or the great white spirit, gimme a break 4 crissake BRA, she told me she comes from 50 million years from now and she gave me her name as Julia White, and did this in the early t of the year 1994. This was right after Robert motherfucking McGuire had damaged the first of the 2 automobiles that he damaged of mine, and both in Atlantic city,. This was just 1 or 2 blocks north of what once was known as the famous CSH or Children’s Seashore home, across from what once was called the BRUCVE MASNOR MOTEL, still standing there but no longer a motel 4 some decades now. Still I resided there for about 6 months and attended the Richmond Avenue elementary School a block west of there. Going 2 school 2 blocks from the great Atlantic Ocean while living 1 block from it, was an awesome experience 4 a youngster such as myself. But this right now takes us all 2 far off of point 2B further discussed at this present time. Let me divert away quick and tell u that Ed was released from custody today, and had 2 find his own way back home from the Criminal Justice Complex. We had planned 2 help him, but nobody plans 4 these 2 diseased monsters 2 get drunk and violent as they do now every week and almost every day, so it really is now just a matter of time B4 everybody is gonna get fucking locked up, BRO. When I know more about Ed Lynch (Himacane), I will tell U all about it. 4 right now, screw this, I am busy with lots of larger frying fish. None of them R shellfish, Immaculate Scylla. No the BUREAU, and all the government and world powers, know that inside my world and my mind, is totally sufficient knowledge and even Lieutenant Sakovich proofs, 2 permanently end religion as it is now known and practiced in this world, and cause mass hysteria and global anarchy and financial collapse overnight on a planet-wide freaking scale. If The DJIA can manage 2 p0ost gains, without me being offered up as an illegal covert sacrifice, I would not personally give a fucking shit if it flew 2 the moon and went 2 ninety-two thousand points by twenty Marola thirteen. But harm me, and destroy me, and flip over into the high breaking wake, my fucking surfboard life-ride in order 2 get these ill-gotten gained points, and U can bet I’ll B screaming out from rooftops, those with and without stuff on railings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day Dawn has been off the wall, screaming at Chicky’s ill brother Marcus who is not yet fully recovered from his July stabbing injuries that he sustained by a drunken cousin of another brother over there in their flop pad crib on Bellevue Avenue, in that rat hole that they call a living space, and putting all of us through an unspeakable monstrous hell. In-between all this, she calls her brother’s voice mail, joe King and hollers profanities that R so horrific that it makes anything U ever read on my worst and most angry blogs contrast as a toddler singing a song in a sandbox, BRO!!!!!!! Also, speaking purely mathematically and regarding the usage of the enemy tool that I have named the ICPE and the parallel event and the improper and soon 2B illegal way of using it against innocent sufferers, I am sure that the PHILLIES have recently sunk into shit, and will B dead last by playfuckingofftime. Despite this, my father’s Bourbon Wing Newest Roulette system, is kicking mother trucking ass, rapes and germs. Well, time 2 get nastier than this. Let me talk a little tiny bit more now on phase 4, and playing with the no-no hyperspace, and a few things along lines that I totally know will REALLY PISS OFF THESE DISEASED SQUAT SWALLOWING FILTHY TURDS. Do this 2 me, and pay up, there is always a price 2B paid, along with 900 trillion seconds and United States HA-HA-WHO Copyright Examiners from the year 1982, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Many genius geeks out there think they have successfully pout me into a box. Most believe I wear a big hat with the words “SPACE-CADET” written boldly on the brim, and that’s cool, as I don’t give a fuck what any of U’s think about me, as I know the truth and I know what’s fucking real, BRO!!!!!! But I have my sources, and they have told me that there R between 5 and 10 out here somewhere that know this all is 4 total real, no nut job thing is going on other than we all R a bit nuts and if any of U had pressure and stress and this much shit and hell in your lives, U’da all been locked up in freaking Looney nubbins decades ago, so this does not bother me in the least. Yes I have a tiny following that KNOWS THIS IS ALL 100% REAL. Natch, this is also known by WOMO enemies, my own family, and this ticks these bitches off at the speed of light times the speed of light times eleven-hundred, very funny TBS-end of CALLIO, huh BRA????????????????????????????????????? Aniwho, 4 the 1995 continue-0n-readership, a lot will not make a real great big bunch of sense, but tough beer gas as this is now gonna get said. I wanted to make things happen that in no way could have ever happened in the so-called waking and or REAL WORLD. The circa now is say somewhere in 1979. I had moved from a small super-dingy old apartment in Williamstown on Main Street, into a nice home purchased from the Muckensturm family from Germany 4 just over 30 thousand dollars. Settlement and move in date was the 15th of freaking October. I was able 2 get what I wanted. Now what I wanted 4 right now is so totally unimportant 4U2 know the details, it stinks backwards at jet velocity. I’ll merely ass say that if I wanted the thrill of leaping off Mount Everest and flying over the Himalayan Mountains in my underwear, and landing in the heart of Paris where 100 lovely teen queens were there 2 greet and worship me as some god, then this seemingly impossible 2 achieve task was accomplished. The point here is not the details of what I was wanting and what actually happened, but that 2 types of intellect exist as part of an expansion-dimension, sort of an add-on dimension 2 the 3 that all of the waking world knows and lives by each and every freaking day. The point is that I wanted 2 do this marvelous miracle that just could never B done in the waking word, if 4 basically no other reason, it would sort of just simply go against a naturally occurring phenomenon that none of U out here R near yet ready 4 ,me 2 explain details of this with U, and that being, LAWTRONICS!!!!!!! Just because a 7 foot giant wishes 2 shrink his or her height down to 6-3, or a short midget of 4-2 wants 2 grow 2 the height of 5-4, does not in any way in an A/B desire:event ratio produce so much as .000000000001% ability of outcome or result. How can these digits B raised is the question, Mister William Shakespeare, and not whether or not U exist or not ol’ buddy from sometime back. UB, BRO, there’s no question on that front, U EXIST, and TIME IS AN ILLUSION. Hence U always have been and always will B. But an unopened mind with closed eyes and ears is going, HUH, right Lenny Cher Briscoe? Speak of dives, and not those done in the Olympics, geese Louise surfer Fonty Kickcar Shannon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To get the numbers from totally 0000000-IMPOSSIBLE 2 start slowly creeping up into the potential realms of ever so slight possibility, wild things need B done that indeed CAN override and circumvent LAWTRONIC laws of 4th and 5th dimensional hyperspace, or awake conscious physical plane life. I did it. But did IIIIIIIII do it or did some THING or ENTITY or WHATEVER Congressman Oakstreet Andrews, do it THROUGH ME, kind sir???????????????? Ask a man that is not afraid 2 fire people, and I do not mean jimmy Stonehenge from the Griffin Callio Pipe-world of the ACMUA, go 2, www.acmua.com/, BRA!!!! Ask Shorty MacInvondi, better known SIR-PRINCE, as the DONALD. Not that he is gonna answer any of u with candor and honesty. Read his books. He admits 2 being the epitome of a business dirtbag. And read between lines, don’t b a total dope all of your damn lives. So what did this jerk off do 2 me, and what did I do 2 accomplish or think I did of my own refreaking volition that is, 2 accomplish this feat of the mount Everest Fly? Natch, super abridgement is totally necc here or I’d B all freaking day and then 1000 more days, maybe. Well there is a power called by me, ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICS, and this is the TOOL that me as the flesh and blood human that I am, as I exist currently in this time-world interaction as MARK MOHR, used, or thought that I used, only it was them that first wanted 2 exist here in this waking life and could not get through the so-called channel because in so doing it would violate the lawtronics, as they wanted 2 enter in here as. LSS or (LONG-STORY-SHORT), in order 2 get me 2 use this ‘power’ or ‘tool’, they first needed 2 influence me 2 try it and C how it worked, and then make me get more hooked on using it than a crackhead like Whitney H. is hooked on her junk of cherce, Bunkie. Finally the real kicker is this. They had 2 give me, I said they, or THEY, GAVE ME, the Mount Everest desire 2 start with, It never was anything that I ever would have cared about doing or pulling off, not until THEY made me think that this is what I wanted more than anything. Watch out Paula, step up Comcast 13th Street of magic cymbal license tags, B-CAREFUL honey buns. I look back now and think, who gives a fuck about Mount Everest or flying over it. Natch, this is hypothetical and /I assure my entire blogaud that this mountain as well as flying, has absolutely nothing 2 do with anything real pertaining 2 my nightmare life story in this horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 messing with the Edgar Casey trances like ol’ boyhood reality-hero Count Petofi loved doing in that hit television show called DARK SHADOWS, here is a little squib about Y things went belly up[ and beyond all pales here at this new house regarding the ‘substance abuse’ problem, not that Scylla and her super dysfunctional family really needs any excuses 4 SA. This is and has been always a big factor, but fans, take heart, all of the pop world and Hellyweird is basically and always has been, running in that dysfunctional circle. A very few can mange 2 stay out of it, but what excuse is there 4 the 700 distant cousins when U work it out down as far as 4 out and 7 removed? This is where it has got 2B in the DNA or something. 99+ percent of them R either very heavy drinkers or major users of other S. This is all verifiable, and I have my sources. Not one source, try 5, and they R good ones. So Y did I wreck the Lakehouse and stop this from coming into the reality of the Jersey branch of this family, and thus me, as I would have been there and was invited by the mighty Elisa, her exact words B4 she called me a “FAMILY-DESTROYER”, 4 doing absolutely nothing 2 deserve that horrible defamation of my character, and if I said I enjoyed my swim and the barbeque and the ons and ons that I went on with about it at the time, Y then did I wreck it by literally, and 2 quote the ‘late?’ David Charles Roth, “SPEAK IT OUT OF EXISTENCE”, by saying how good it was and what a good time I had there that day at the May of oh-nine BBQ? Let me try and tell this in the most human way so that humans can crawl into the mind of someone who most likely thanks 2 surviving all of this hell over the past 40 plus years, is enlightened 2 perhaps 1-5 thousand years ahead of my fellow co human population inhabitants of this Earth. Let me give this a real hard college try here. Look peeps, I have been involved in the un-natural world in my present lifetime as Mark Mohr or me, 4 most of my life and definitely 4 all of my legally-adult life of 21+. Unlike all or most of U out here reading SUPERNATURAL websites and blogs oriented 2 this stuff, I am totally opposite of any of U. I want 2 run and hide from all of this just as fast as Julia White and my oldest daughter legs can possibly CARRY me away from it, yet it is not a reality 4 me. I am trapped, there is no escape. Believe me BRA, I have tried and tried desperately freaking hard and 4 a very ling time. All; I desire is a totally normal life, and 2B just like any and all of U out here ion Cybertown. But no matter what I do or where I go, every single waking and sleeping minute or if that is a slight over exaggeration, then believe me please, it is only a very SKLIGHT one, as constantly and continually, the crap of the “spirit-world”, literally draws me into it with no way 4 me 2 worm out of each of the things that keep occurring around me endlessly, no matter how fucking damn hard I may ever try. Many will argue that I love talking about the great city of HEAVEN, the FASCITAR, the ASTRASL PLASNE, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the BRIGGER CULTISTS, the GAWNUM, and literally on and on with a seemingly endless laundry list of horse-shit that would disprove what I now am attempting 2 say and make claim 2. Sorry, UR reading me all wrong. I tell because it is my only fucking way 4 me 2 fight this evil disease back, these real yet totally invisible enemies from what church worlders classify as the SPIRIT-WORLD, and many paying it great lip service until along comes me and tells what is happening 2 me and then they All say, “no way, UR just in need of some real serious mental help, ya nut job”.
Atlantic City all happened and it is all real. I thought that this was the total root of everything. It took decades of exploration 4 me 2C that an entire family from my dreams no less, calling themselves in these dreams, “THAT-FAMNILY, and those in it, calling me “THAT-BOY”, is a bigger picture. Still bigger is the way it all ftsd into something called the “WEIRD-THEORY” of the nineteen-eighties. This basically is all about closed curve smaller infinities that R locked endlessly inside closed curved larger infinites. This only scratches the surface however of so much more junk that is interconnected with all of my HUNTINGTON CURSE NIGHTMARE, and the MAYAN GODDESS, Julia. Here is what I will tell U now that could get my fucking home burned down tonight, and hay, I don’t give a fuck, but in case the FBI is watching the place, I would not suggest anyone get 2 religiously upset 2 a point where they decide 2 take any actions beyond avoiding THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and the life journals of MARK WAYNE MOHR. A child following this now had decoded and understands the strange box and mist from frozen embryos and on and on, that my daughter in some hyper-transdimensional form was showing her dad. But beyond that, her ‘dad’ on paper was quite perturbed and mad at ‘his daughter’ as she attempted 2 reveal this secret 2 me, as well as the biggest one, and that being that these so-called parents of Scylla’s R the Mayan controllers of this planet directly sent here by the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and remember the LAWTRASONIC RULE, that symbols must B shown so that the very small and miniscule group of wisest searchers and seekers of truth, will observe what the covert powerful ones R attempting 2 cover up, and not B totally blocked from this necessary ability 2 do so. What is the final secret. Well, that Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocllevious Krassle, who hates me 4 daring 2 care about Scylla in a special way, used me 2 not only bring her from the sixties 2 the nineties as he is not capable of this, that he indeed is Scylla’s father on the ASTRAL PLANE, but that on the physical plane, I was used, twice, once in 1970, and once in 33. Now burn the place fucking down if U want, I TELL TRUTHS. TIS IS FUCKING BTOTAL WAR, SATAN BOOM!!!
MARKETS WILL FLY, PHILLIES WILL DIE, BUT LAKEHOUSES WILL VANISH., I WILL NOT B A WIIOLLING PARTICIPANT AND PARTY 2 ANY SCHEME AND GAME OF THE ASTRAL WORLD GODS. I HAVE FREAKING BETTER THINGS 2 DO WITH MY INFINITE EXISTENCE THAN 2 PLAY ROCKS AND PAPERS AND LIGHT AND SQUARTES WQITH ANY OF U SICK BASTARDS. BYE-BYE AP, and not your AP, Amy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then Kirk, is this your daughters internet?????????????? I think soon, I can claim it is mine, but I am now speaking of the 3rd emb freeze of Mizz Jurassic Park from the music studios of Clementon, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BWOG, ELMER WABBIT FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
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