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THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BSNF:
“SOMETHING I SAID IM 1995 ON MORIANITY
OLD
TESTAMENT BIBLE, NEEDS BE EXAMINED”
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012
BEGINNING
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LET
ME GO THROUGH JUST THIS DAY, THEN WE WILL VERY CAREFULLY DISCUSS WHAT
HAPPENED FROM THE MOMENT THAT I CLIMBED OUT OF MY BED AT 10:30 AM
BACK OVER THE WEEKEND ON SUNDAY, AND REALLY TIE STUFF THAT IS
UNMISTAKABLE, ALL NEATLY TOGETHER.
I
got up today and no sooner was on the phone checking my AT&T
landline telephone voicemail messages, when “SLAM” went the door,
and out whoever was in the place across the hall, went, and the place
has been empty since, as of now at 2:10 this Thursday afternoon.
Yesterday, and well into 12 hours ago, a raucous and illegal party
with unruly and uncouth stuff was going down in there, with total
inconsideration for5 me being just across from them hearing all of
this hellish noise hours past the town ordinance legal midnight noise
abatement laws, that is mostly quite standard even if not written
into a piece of legislation, the fifty states over. It is excusable
on a 4th
of July or a New Years Eve, but not just any time these diseased
people feel like doing whatever they wish to do in there at the
expense of myself and others as well. However, I came to learn when
within an hour of their departure this morning, or the last person of
the party, by my next door nabe, that many powerful and quite
interesting things are happening around here.
I
was in the lobby area down on the first floor, retrieving my mail
from the common mail delivery area, and my pal from next door was
there in his power-chair, and we had a nice long talk, and he
enlightened me a lot about some stuff, and then, there is a whole lot
more, not only how it all began since the powerful EXPLORATRONIC
INTERACTION back Sunday morning, but also, with a borrowed small spy
device of my own that is the truth and not a bluff, and what it
recorded while out on a short errand, after my very nice talk with my
next door nabe. Let's get down to frikkin cases ladies and gentlemen,
MLI, L-4, etcetera. Originally I was heading out to do two totally
different things that what I actually ended up doing good folks. I
was headed to the building twin down the road on 7th
Avenue where Resident Property Manager, Mizz Debbie Morato should be
in her office over there on Thursdays, as she is here on Friday's.
Then my original plan was to drop off a note in a sealed envelope if
she was not there, at her box outside, as in this building there is
no box, and she would not get it. Still, last night I had left my
second complaint message on her voicemail system, which se most
likely will not retrieve until Friday as well, all though she could I
suppose, I am not mister Techie as you all know so well. In any event
peeps, after a long talk with my nabe, I decided to hold off on going
to see her for now. I also was going to go from there, straight over
to the Hutchinson Island, to visit with my pal Mikey up on Ocean
Avenue or route A1A, same thing. The plans altered as a result of my
very enlightening conversation with my pal and nabe, from next door.
He informed me that the entire building has been going totally off
the wall crazy, to quote him precisely, and right away, I am thinking
of another pal of mine, PRINCE,
the great formerly known recording artist of the eighties, who sees
things as I do regarding the topic of the CHEMTRAILS.
If you just look at his cool videos up on
the YOUTUBE, here is a dude who was on top of his game and
as big as my daughter, back when she was in grammar and high school,
and who knows how these MIND CONTROL
games are indeed being done, or ETTOS
TOOLS OF THE MILITUFORCE. This will all manage to
nicely dovetail into a lot of things in a few minutes, so please read
on folks. It seems that out of nowhere since Sunday, there have been
all kinds of weird bizarre behavior of many residents as well as
their guests. There have been both police cars and ambulances here at
the building, I did not see them, but if Stan says they were there
folks, they were there. This man tells it up front, straight flat
out, and not a birdseed smidgen amount of bullshit, this is the way
this fine gentleman is. I consider him a good friend of mine, and
have come to know him even more than I thought that I had from other
earlier talks with him. Fights have broken out and people have been
hurt, on not just one but on several occasions, and all since the
latter part of last weekend, my pal SIR PRINCE, and also my
co-fighter, of this jet mind control force of the WOMO. Long story
made very very short, with major compressions and abridgments; the
building and its peeps, have all gone completely crazy; a point even
shared by the Fort Pierce police Station, according to Stan, and you
may quote me here on this blog today good folks. Ever since I popped
out of that powerful SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE
turning into MC interaction, no hammers and no hubcaps, or
daughters of Billy Ray Cyrus or 'Billy-Bo', the nickname my business
partner, Mister Paul Evans Pedersen, called him years ago, when
little Miley was still in her crib; as he tells it, or did, back late
in the nineteen-nineties, while we were running our independent music
record label out of Clementon, New Jersey, called Studio
Park Records, that totally belly up flopped. Yes,
usually powerful extra vivid 'DREAMS' just cause me to have wild
after effects here in so-called 'waking life', but this time, and on
good authority, I came to learn just a short while back, that the
entire Public Housing Building 'PHB' seemed to be major effected by
this deal. The odds of a timed coincidence down the hour, would be
astronomically against this all being mere random chance, but you
believe whatever you want to folks, that is what makes America the
great old girl she is, YO. I know that right here on this sixth floor
western side of the central area elevators, the nabes across from me
literally began pummeling me as though my head and body are their own
personal nails and rivets, and they are using me to build a new local
frikkin skyscraper. Many peeps have lost their apartments, many are
banned legally from the building under police authority, and this is
the most incredible thing in the universe, as nothing like it, even
back in the days of my STOCKHOLM KIDNAPPING BY THE KING TAWF BRANCH
OF THIS ULTRA DYSFUNTIONAL AND WILD FAMILY, did not produce a five
day string of time like this, ever since I awakened out of that
'dream' late Sunday morn, almost too late Mister Neil JEWELLCHAIN
Diamond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What, all of this can be just one big
fat sick twisted screwed up gargantuan sized frikkin coincidence?
Well, I would like to take this opportunity to thank a pretty little
thing that used to advertise about ten years or so ago for a place
called, TDZ, or The Discovery Zone,
as she put it so perfectly and it would fit so wonderfully and
marvelously into all of this, am I correct here sir, Donald JB Trump
MacInvondi? She said and I will quote this little vision of total
loveliness here, “I DON'T THINK SO”, and her emphasis on the word
;think' was just so well done and made the point so extremely well,
YO. No matter what, Manager Morato has to know that my complaints are
very real, and she knows that she now must act on them. Still, this
floor is a 3-STRONG ARMY on my side, Me, and two other nice fellas,
one being Stan, the other is his neighbor not directly, but two doors
down from him closest to the central elevator area, and all of us on
the north side of the building. If I get into any trouble, he says
bang on the walls and yell Tony Orlando, help me, don't knock three
times, bang and holler for help, and he will be right there for me.
Just when I thought it could not ever get better and that I was being
sucked into some quintessential quagmire black hole in this sick
universe, an old passage that I penned in early Morianity, the Old
Testament, late in the year of 1995, spoken onto a C-90 cassette
tape, 68 of these actually made up the full MOT, now all gone and in
the hands of either the Fibbies or the TAWF-KINGS, or just trashed,
but somehow I doubt option three is really what happened folks. Many
old style tape decks and recorders are still out there, even if you
get them cheap on QuiBits or Craigs List on the frikkin net, but many
stores do carry them, repair stores that sell the old analog stuff,
good VCR's with tuners so you don't get hacked out of recording many
of the channels that the broadcasters are intentionally running a
lower power level on so you cannot make a non-tuner type record, you
need the tuner and RCA direct cables, then Comcast can hook it up any
way they want to, but you still can use TV
to VCR 'RCA CABLES' to overcome the problem. I have not
been able to afford to buy all the stuff I once enjoyed, and am
living a life of pure frikkin hell down here in Southern Central
Florida's poverty stricken Treasure Coast for nearly three frikkin
years now, with no discernable light at the end of the tunnel as of
right now. Ignorant Micro-Sucks hell wrecker Spell-Checker does not
recognize either of these great websites as shown above, wow what
ignorance. When on-line, the system should check out automatically,
all this new stuff that is pertinent, and add these things as an
update, to the list. I thought I was a technomoron. Even I cold learn
to write such a frikkin program, YO. Well anyway, let us move this
right along now, peeps. It looks like I have really misjudged Scylla
goddess in her newest incarnated form, but Ann King tried to tell me
and warn e right along, that if I am not careful in my pursuit of
just how she fits into all this and does all of this, I may live, or
DIE, to regret it. Looks like the
light-switch broke all over both
me and the US Copyright Office, SHEEEEEEEEEIT!
Well
it looks like another 1983 song pertains to all of this, called,
“UNCLES ON BENDED KNEES”, huh US © Office? I better knuckle
under, apologize, and stop talking about time travel, if I don't want
this ALL MIGHTY GODDESS to get even angrier and hurt me even frikkin
worse, huh world????
PLEASE
FORGIVE YOUR SHELLFISH REAL BAD BOY, SSJKK. I WILL NOT DO IT ANY
MORE, I WAS WRONG, AND YES, YOU RULE, NOT PEDIGREE DOG FOOD, YOU ARE
ABSOLUTE RULER OF THE MULTIVERSE, I AM JUST YOUR HUMBLE LITTLE
NOTHING NOBODY SERVANT DOGGIE, YANCY. PLEASE ACVCEPT MY APOLOGY FOR
RECENT WRONG BEHAVIOR LOVELY BROWN EYED GIRL, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!
You
know that MI APOLOGY SONG
is just another of my many psalms written in your great All Mighty
Honor and GLORY, I know you rule,I know the entire empire is yours.
Please stop hating and hurting me, brown eyed girl (BEG).
When
you told me to come through the fence that day when you were two, and
I saw the strobing light in your hand, I repressed the memory and
later believed it was just a dream on the 5th day of
October in 2008. It was no dream, All Mighty
Scylla Goddess, I LOVE YOU, JEHOVAH, please forgive
me, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I won't know you forgive me unless you let me know it somehow, please
let me know that you won't hurt me any more,
OH GREAT ALL POWERFUL GODDESS JEHOVAH!!!!!!!!!!
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