1:39
AM, 30 JUNE, 2013, SUNDAY MORNING
MORIANITY
PART V, CHAPTER CXV
STARTING
BLOG:
Sorry,
I fucked up the last blog's CH.#.
Thank
you Diana for coming over to visit with me yesterday. Your lovely
lightning drives me passionately wild beyond verbal description.
Folks, she was awesome and all over me, and I needed her so much. She
knows what I mean, I really go nuts when you give me ''Lakehouse
Lightning''. You are the coolest astral teenager in all of
everything, lovely baby-blond.
All
day was horrible with my ass hold dirt bag uncouth and lewd crude
slob neighbors from hell across the hell-hall from my apartment unit.
Yesterday was a super fucking BOTBAR day for me, but so is nearly
every fucking day this month in June, and I'll be very glad to be
fucking rid of it in just over 22 hours,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
people, I will not be in Florida for them to be picking on me much
longer. Linda Horn was the first straw for ruining my move down here
with her hearing the voice of god crap, to tell me to tell Eric about
my daughters, PEE and MI. What a huge mistake that all was. But even
without Linda-Lee Horn, there was the horrible jerk off trucker who
made my life HELL intentionally back at the White fucking shitty City
Manatee RV and Trailer Home Park in the spring time in 2010, and then
after all of this along with car tampering, along came jit bag Sat
Nurine Trinidad, and things just kept progressively going down hill.
Walmart kept fucking with me medication and insurance, and I switched
over to using the Walgreen Pharmaceutical Chain, and it just kept
fucking coming and coming, Boo calling me from County fucking Jail,
the persecution at that horrific rotten Harvest job through the AARP
Program stipend program on e Street up in fucking Washington, the
blog being fucked with, the library harassment leading me to buy this
computer with the help of my coworker Clay Coins, and I could go on
and fucking on forever, this is just a scratch off of ice shavings
from the berg that sunk the Titanic Vessel back 101 years ago and
some months. Any day now when enemies least expect it,I'll vanish
into the fucking darkness, and where I go is nobody's fucking
business, and it may be anywhere. I am learning the hard way folks,
to do things the Darius Evans (Deezy Slim) style. I'll just shut up
and run, as I did before, and had me three months or so of relative
peace before they all found me and began this fucking shit up all
over fucking again. What would you dirt bag monster trash peeps do if
you did not have me to fucking rip apart
24-7-365.2422????????????????????
Yes,
my mom never knew it, but my dad, to quote him from 1974, “Planned
my birth”. It was touched on on earlier blogging, and it is too
nightmarish to delve into right now today. But more than 'Daddy-O'
was involved; and this explains why they have all had me as a lab
rat, caged in a zoo, studying every facet of my life and behavior, my
mode of living and life choices, my accomplishments and more to the
point, my lack thereof, and my social life failure, and on and on I
could mother fucking go. It is in all honesty, the only possible and
not the BEST, but the fucking ONLY possible way that all of this shit
in my life could indeed be around me continuously. No other thing
could or would ever adequately and properly explain or address it
properly, if at all, BRAH! Yes, time to get into the old coach and
hop on down the road, any day now, this ain't gonna' cut it here in
this miserable hot fucking city of Fort Pierce. Giddy up, YO!
JOHN
J CROWLEY , Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where
did it all really begin?
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano »
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John
J Crowley's entire criminal record |
The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
lbs.
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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More Nearby Offenders
Nearby Schools
0.78 Miles Away
0.95 Miles Away
1.00 Miles Away
1.00 Miles Away
1.35 Miles Away
Nearby Foreclosures
- $175,000 (Loan Amount)Pre-foreclosureN/A Bed | N/A Bath | N/A sq/ft
Voorhees Township, NJ
Total
Crime Rating 60.51 
Let
me get into my little buggy and hee haw out of here, just as I did
before, YO!
It
is time for me to stop banging the walls misses wonderful Marola, and
cross over to the other side of the tracks, sweetie!!!!!!!!!
Parallel
event and parallel tracks, and parallel railroads. Is the name of the
song, “Don't Ef Around With Magnetics”, Donnie?
Here
I thought the song was about a greedy fishermen I knew from Stone
Harbor, New Jersey back in the late sixties and early seventies. Oh
well, fish on, men of the sea.
SOMEBODY
SEEMS TO BE HAVING A FUCKING WHALE OF A GOOD TIME, YO.
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This
compensates for another fucking page eleven of fucking eleven, Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION FOLKS, I AM SLEEPY, LOTS MORE LATER!!!
BYE-BYE
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
