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“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
“47
PERCENT BOTBAR FOR NOVEMBER NOW”
Good
day people. I TOLD FUCKING YOU THAT THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WOULD
BUST INTO 16,000 POINTS. NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?????????
Thank
the great state of Missouri and
their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my friends!!
TO
ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THEY SCREWED MY ENTIRE WEEK AND MONTH TO
HELL. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF ENEMIES POURED ON A UTILITY ASSAULT AS
BAD AS 1987 ALL CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN. IT IS JUST
LIKE BEING BACK THERE AGAIN, AND THANKS FOR FUCKING NOTHING MISTER
PRESIDENT AND MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL FOR HELPING AN INNOCENT
PERSECUTED OPPRESSED CITIZEN OUT HERE WITH THE WOMO-NSA-MILI-2-FORCE.
NO, NOT 3, NOT WOMEN EITHER, MISS FUCKING MCCOO IN 1988. YESTERDAY TO
ME, FOLKS, ALL JUST YESTERDAY, AS A RESIDENT OF HELL HAS NO TIME
WORLD, IT IS JUST ETERNITY OF HELLISH FUCKING CUNT ENDLESS NIGHTMARES
THAT YOU CAN NEVER AWAKEN OUT OF, AND THE LIGHT JUST NEVER COMES ON
EACH TIME, OVER AND OVER, RIGHT DAVE SPEAS???
Here
is what these cunt lapping turds have done so far, recently and most
recently. First, I forgot during last night's fucking DEATH SIEGE
ATTACK, a super loud outdoor sound was made around 2 in the morning
near my window, totally illegally of course, and this much I know
that very nice officer of the Fort Pierce Police Department who was
in here with me a couple days back, WOULD HAVE TO AGREE WITH ME ON,
and is hopefully reading the blogs along with the entire force, as
they've been requested to come up and read my hellishness whenever
they get a free moment to do so, Mizz Pam Bondi, oh lovely great
one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WON'T
YOU TAKE A TINY BIT OF PITY ON THE QUINTESSENTIALLY OPPRESSED, OH
GREAT WASHINGTON AND STATE CAPITOL OFFICIALS? WHERE HAVE YOU GONE BOB
ANDREWS, AWAY WITH THE RIVERS AND THE CITIES AND THE TIDES OF POOR
LOST SOULS ENDLESSLY BURNING IN MOTHER FUCKING HOT
HELL???????????????
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!
NOT
ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING SOUL CARES ABOUT ME OR MY HELL, THEY WATCH
AND ENJOY IT AS THEY WOULD A FUCKING SYFY SHOW, SAYING TO EACH OTHER,
''MORE POPCORN'' YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well fine and
dandy as there is one last laugh on these cock sucking dirty rotten
pricks, and that is this folks:
When
I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU WILL NOT ONLY EVER FIND A
REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND WHO COULD HOLD UP SO
LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL, BUT
YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS
NOW, I ANMM NOT HERE ANYMORE FOR YOU TO MOTHER FUCKING KICK THE SHIT
AROUND, NO MORE ME, NO WASY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER, AND WHEN YOU
REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSIDE A WHILE BACK, ''IT
WILL BE TOO LATE''. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY,
ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP ME PEE, YOU'VE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29, and now it is NOVEMBER 15.
Come
on PEE, where are you?
At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time
traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about
the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android,
currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest
families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course.
Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the
disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections
from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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“The recordings only capture
Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing
recording device on this earth could have captured the other side,
although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM |
December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android &
Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie |
December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy is the *real*
New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is
beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known
folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like someone
responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this
probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is
this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club
foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My
name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I
found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They
were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk
songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out
his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking
up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve
had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find
anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted
material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually
pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side
of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar
none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever
experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to
find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to get some info
on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The
Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore
(of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what
prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument
was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been researching this guy.
He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my
friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got
some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been researching this guy.
He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my
friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got
some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been researching this guy.
He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my
friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got
some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to this page while
reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been
searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy
August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My
Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by
only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it
came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very
weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa
feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it
was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice,
like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows
and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author
was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve
found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for
this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they
also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of
versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel
free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella
is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for
awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and
yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and
that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is
convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey
family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ
Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using
black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with
chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar
tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd.
The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but
still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN”
to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Anyone
can see if you would just god dam click on the three
month prompt, on the DOW JONES shit,
that this is all being done to me, just as I claim that it is, but I
have not begun to tell shit, and this is going to go to the fucking
wall if needs be; and you just see if this is some fucking ass poker
bluff, WOMO-M-2-F!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trying
to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these
years, is next to, if not totally impossible. Still folks, let's see
what we can do, to
take a bite out of all this
for right now; Natalie Wood and Roseann Delaney, YO.
{{{(((O---U---C---H)))}}}
WHERE
ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY
NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????
WHEN
THE CAT'S AWAY, ….....
''Me
from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back
to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
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THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
COME
ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT, HEL PE, YO.
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I
said there was a final message, and it is short and sweet, yet it is
big, I assure you, so please pay attention. I am not saying that the
only way to test out hyperspace theory is to create unknown art by
known artists, a little thing I sort of picked up from Doctor Chief
of Staff Medical Center Lockner's hyperspace, from the original Star
Trek, Mister Immortal who's stage-name is perfectly know to me but is
being hacked out of my mind with ETOSS POWERS of the LAMBRIGGER
PAWM-PIE, who ended up in the Twilight Zone after jumping off a
train, oh, Mister Flint, they usually unlock the mind hack freeze if
you fink about it in more details than WOMO wants done; not that they
want anything done, right ex-governor Kean and Golden Nugget Hush
Hush Casino shit of late 1983 Atlantic City, and not the Willoughby
Funeral Home of band concerts and late nineteenth century areas of
less stress and pressure; but aniwho Flo Poolbox; I did sort of learn
a lot from this man and his wild collections because he really was
all of those peeps in the past; still, this is by no means the only
way to play with hyperspace-equation, as I have termed it or to
experiment with the goal and motive of receiving a certain HSE or
Hyper-Space-Effect. These other avenues are just as bit as
fascinating as creating techno-pop bull shit songs, to watch
universes slide and bump up against each other, in the night, so to
speak. All this will be explored a lot more in the blogs to follow,
but my fave experiment is of course, creating musical unknown tunes.
It always has effects, and if shit is not backed off soon, I will not
have a thing to prove, once I make 20 copies on cassettes, from my
Windows Media Player on my PC, of my file after it is repaired to
where I had improved my 1983 song, 'YBCO'. You will see biblical
proportion fuck ups around the world if this keeps going against me.
Think it is a poker bluff huh, you'll-C! They perhaps won't see, and
need to learn the hard fucking way, and so they fucking shall,
dear-world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THESE FUCKING TIMES AND DAYS WERE BAD, WOW, SPEAK
ABOUT THE EPITOME OF CONTRASTS, JUMPING OUT AT A FUCKING PERSON, LIKE
W---O---W!!!!!!!
COMPILATION
BLOGGING PROJECT, SINCE I WENT OFFLINE:
This
will work you backwards from right now on a middle Wednesday
afternoon, here on January the devil number (23) day, in
twenty-twelve, two thousand twelve, 2K12, or OH-MAROLA-12; say it any
way you wish and hand me a nice fresh rose as well, calling it by any
name you may so choose to do, Billy Shakespeare; and I'll still be
left holding onto a ROSE, on the date of Wednesday, 01-23-2012. So
indeed, what is really in a name? Well, a more important question
will now be posed here on this blog of the great and only,
MORIANITY-2-OF JEWELLY WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR, that all began with
or without Sabrina Collins, on the twenty-second day of last
December, back in twenty-twelve. OH MISSES MAROLA, where are you when
I could just use hearing you say, ''Hello Mark'', and I promise that
I won't make a brand new song out of that, as you have my word of
honor; and please don't say, 'my word of what'?, as Jim Burr did not
trust me; yet it was Jim burr who wanted that secret meeting, with my
mom, and Elsie, and him; that day in the summer time of 1989; up at
that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey; and excluded me
from their little secret meeting club, as though they were trying to
emulate the mighty Bohemians. Also, good folks, I want to give you
that rare opportunity of starting with the day that I have returned
back ONLINE with you all, and be able to work your way backward
through time, until I was planning to exit the internet, to save
money. You are about to get the mind blowing freaking experience of
your entire life, and I would so heavily suggest, that you bring a
friend or two, along with you, for this wild little reading ride; and
put down 'James Patterson' for a day, and really hear what powerful
true tales can do to the soul of the readers. Not to knock my
favorite fiction author, but give me one day of your dam time peeps,
and you won't regret it, but then, you'll see. Begin now, trekking
backward through time, from today, back to the first few days of this
year, reading my nightmare world and life in reverse, and see the
awesome true power of how I indeed am dealing with entities who as
scriptures teach, do know the end from the beginning, and they
should; as they created the end, at the beginning.
MORINAITY
2
JWC2,
DAY 00033, BLOG-A
January
23, 2013, 12:16 PM-EST at Fort Pierce, Florida
Well,
at this time, according to the news, the Dow Jones Stock Market is up
about 80 points, and nearly at the 13, 800 level, just about to cross
the ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, meaning that the evil rich people have
never ever had things so good, or their way, in everything so much.
Did I NOT TELL YOU ALL FOLKS, THAT THIS WOULD ALL GO DOWN THIS WAY,
AND DID I NOT TELL YOU ALSO, LOVELY GIANT GINA?
It
is now an early mother fucking Wednesday afternoon. My entire life is
over. Everything that I ever tried to do has been completely ruined
and wrecked. I live around people who sit around every second, with
nothing else to do, but try to figure out many ways to persecute me,
and make me totally mother fucking
miserable, 24-7-365.2422. On top of all of that, my life,
and its general magnetic condition, or agreement with cosmos, in all
general things (LUCK); is about as down, and low, as ''Ice Tea's''
Fun Group for fagots.
Let
me stop this blog for now and get dressed. My AT&T installer is
here, to bring my internet back to me. I knew I could not exist
without it, and am only left to seriously ponder on what this culture
will be, somewhere between the next 30-50 years, when all of the
world's oil reserves run out. We will not return to the life of the
16 hundreds by the way, because in those times, people never knew
about technology. They knew how to live off of the land, just like
you, me, and a dog named Flee; if that is, you want to rhyme this old
sixties tune. This entire new age world of folks will not just be
plunged into outer darkness, but it really will feel like the ninth
circle of fucking hell when this all happens, because the masses will
not know how to function with no power grids, hence no electricity,
and no gadgets run off of this great item working for them any
longer; and even more horrible, most products made today, could not
be made with no oil coming our way; as they are nearly all what you
might think of as partly if not totally, oil-byproducts. So laugh
now, you wealthy WORLD OWNERS, and your silver spoon up your ass
offspring, from the Kardashian scum bags all the way to any celebrity
or wealthy person whose name you may have ever heard. Their time in
the sunshine, is all waning down, like a disappearing moon, night
after night; and then it is all gone. For what has been done to me
all of my fucking life, you all will pay a very steep and hefty
price, so be warned and be careful, and yes old friend Regis, tell
Paula to watch her rotten back too, and that I am not one bit scared
of her and her friends. I may be no perfect little choir boy, but I
never went around destroying the lives of innocent peeps, as did
Callio and McGuire, and the list could just keep right on going, like
that 'anti-gift', that keeps on taking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am now hooked back up to the internet, and the installer has left. It
is ten minutes before two this afternoon. The Dow Jones is up nearly
a hundred points, as it is just about every single day this year in
2013, and my entire year as a result, along with the garbage Philly
Flyers Hickey/Hockey team back again playing and kicking ass, just as
I said would all go down folks, has left my life in ruins and
shambles, at the speed of mother fucking light squared.
So
let me end this blog, and try shooting up the entire blog; which may
be too large, and if so; then it will be done piecemeal, as maybe
that is best anyway; and even if I can get the entire blog up in one
fell swoop, I will still be making individual re-posts of much of
this major fucking material, as my entire life has been totally
destroyed by the ''IF'', and this evil has been able to accomplish
this, and get totally mother fucking scott free away with their
dastardly deeds!!!
Anyone
who can believe in a loving father god of the bible, is the biggest
dam fool in the galaxy and beyond, OR, they just never have bothered
to read MORIANITY 1 and MORIANITY 2, from cover to cover. Now that
would be some reading, even for Patterson and
Tolstoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION:
MORIANITY
2
JWC2,
DAY 00032, BLOG-B
It
is only minutes after I ended the other blog. It also is mother
fucking eleven-eleven, in the mother fucking morning, and this is not
going to be a good cunt eating day, after a major clock attack from
Jane Shit Head Bitch Weeds Fonda; along with the nabes, and noise,
even though it is not real loud, and also; along with a major fucking
cock sucking sky attack, and especially a fucking ass slew of nasty
ass
CHEMTRAILS.
You
can add to this list, the computer, even totally off line, is playing
games with me, and hacking me. It is not internet, or the machine
itself; nor is it any person or group. It is the power
of a teasing energetic entity and its surrounding
controlled reality, to contact, and then go onto take control, over
some (REALITY-CHUNK), as was all fully explained on enough previously
blogged texts, so as to make sense enough to readers, to at least,
agreeing or not with me on the issue of its reality; following along,
and not being in the dark about what my words are discussing,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I left the Avalon Recording Studio yesterday, around the middle
afternoon somewhere; I stopped at two stores near my residence, on
the drive back home. I bought a few sixty cent VHS movies at
Good-Will, and a three dollar pack of chocolate mini-cupcakes with
colored dots on the frosted icing, and some liverwurst. As soon as I
left the grocery store, to go to the Good Will, just down the way, in
the same shopping mini-mall, at Virginia Avenue, and Route 1; a loud
and low private Cessna
type aircraft, flew right directly over me; and instantly, I
began to get shit cramps; and when I got home, I needed to take a
nasty shit, all though I had all ready done so, before leaving in the
late morning. So I have been under some nasty siege now starting
around the era of just past three yesterday afternoon, and it is
still nasty and fucking ongoing, and I cannot fucking wait to post
all of this shit up onto the internet, and get some real heavy and
major fucking ass revenge. As you know, they got their dirt bag way,
and the evil Hockey Season is back once
again, just as what happened in 1995, that totally led me
into complete fucking cunt devastation, and obliteration; as a
paralleling ass result, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, I am
hearing that musical modulation, that
hockey fans know so well; only I am hearing, not GoogleX4, followed
by 'G' is the antichrist, but instead; “FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK,
FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS SUCK, FLYERS
SUCK, FLYERS SUCK”, AND SO FORTH. I have always sung that
along with the organ, ever since the late fucking cunt lapping
nineteen eighties, when this twisted disease all got started, between
this hickey team and myself, huh STM © Office??????????????????????
OUCH, take it easy with me, Mizz lovely Delaney,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe for you,
it's endless 1969. Time moved on for the rest of us, there, sweetie
pie. Well read on folks, and see how this machine is electronically,
in direct contact with my MIND; to make me hellishly fucking
miserable, and totally BOTBAR!
I
WILL BE TALKING TO DEBBIE IN A FEW MINUTES, AS SHE SHOULD BE HERE ON
MONDAYS. THE SUBWOOFER
ATTACK IS HORRIBLE AT 11:44 AM.
No
sooner did I hook up my roachphone
system, which is headphones-directly-attached to a phone
receiver, this began; and there is no way
that ''THEY'' can hear any of this. Wish me luck, as I am throwing on
a pair of pants now, and complaining. This has been bad all morning,
and now they are cranking it way up after being told that they must
remove this box. This never misses one fucking cunt lapping single
beat, ladies and gentlemen. MILK strikes me
every single cunt lapping year. I like the dude, and he was
great; but something about him with me, is just like, Christmas,
my own fucking birthday,
and music, and
so many constantly never ending other items; that just serve to
crucify me, on a regular fucking ass annual
basis, year after year after, and decade after decade; and
with the 'KING SHIT', ever since my long walk, in Blackwood, New
Jersey, in the deep snow; back in 1978, over to a closed bank, on
Doctor Martin Luther King Day, when out of nowhere, and with no
proper informing of the public; it just began; as I was not
the only one waiting out in the cold, and the deep snow,
over on the fucking Black Horse Pike, in Blackwood, New Jersey; for
the Bank of New Jersey, to open; and of course, it never fucking cock
sucking did on that day. Well the same thing just happened. I went
down to try and see Debbie, and she is here on Mondays and Fridays
with regularity, and of course, dumb retard me, is thinking this
is MONDAY, forgetting all about the three day King
Holiday, that just past. All I knew, was this was the start of the
work week, so it must be Monday; and Debbie Morotto is here in her
office on Monday; and when the guard lady at the desk smirked and
said to me that she is here on Monday, I finally caught on, after
looking like a total mother fucking retarded cunt ass lapping rotten
stupid shit swallowing fool. I obviously do not need to tell you that
this mother fucking day is now BEYOND SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, and that
both the month and the year 'MPB', is now at six for twenty-two
(6:22), or 6 times 100, divided by the days in January as well as the
days of 2013 so far, 31, same thing exists on the first of all the
twelve months each year quite naturally folks; so this is now where I
fucking cunt stand peeps, YO, at 27% Magnetic Percentage for Botbar
or (MPB-27%) for short, BRAHHH!!!!!!! Yes folks, there's no need to
wish me any luck. However, I will e-mail Debbie that the box is back,
when my AT&T service arrives tomorrow afternoon. I have no
intention of waiting for fucking cunt lapping FRIDAY TO ROLL THE SHIT
AROUND! She'll have the e-mail by end of tomorrow's fucking business,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! OK, with nine days left in this 2013's
first month of JANUARY, I am holding at MPB-27%. Every one of the
next nine days would need to pass by, without becoming a BOTBAR to
bring January-2013 a 27% BOTBAR, which is bad enough. How the fuck
would any of you 'normals' out there, enjoy living at a rate of just
over one out of every four cunt eating days, being super horrible
bad, or BOTBAR?????????Just think about it seriously before you
switch over to the 'NEXT-BLOG' button, and laugh me off, YO,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew that those major fucking dreaming
interactions, would as they always seem to do, cause a nasty fucking
BOTBAR DAY FOR ME AGAIN, so new kids and old kids, YO; here we go,
and yes, 'again', whether you want to hear this fucking shit or not,
SIRS, Marcus, and McGinty, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Now
I'll ask my 'GAGA CAT', just why
this horrible shit has fucking cunt struck me today, after getting
through my first five full NON-BOTBAR DAY STREAK in several months of
time now????????????????? The answer GAWKY just gave me folks is
PCN-541. Here are the canons for selection that I deem most fitting
from my total complete and whole (holy) match-book for the 81 GAWNUM
NUMERATIONS:
GRACE
MESSENGER---WATER---WILLIAM CLINTON---YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE
SHOP---ROBERT CHEATLEY.
But
there is way more to talk about now, at three fucking ass minutes shy
of eleven of the clock on this Tuesday evening, January 22, in 2013,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THIS, and PUT IT ON TOP, Mister
American Express Twilight Zone Goldsmith Troublemakers, old cavemen
and computers!!!!!
I
had a very long talk with Gawky Gaukauk today, running a lot of
question-equations by him, ''MEOW'', and they say life's not fucking
stimulating, and exciting, for the poor 99er peeps; like little old
me, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I do tell about this major discussion, let me lay the foundation. I
had a major dreaming interaction last night, and no people, very
rarely do I intentionally actually do ''DREAMING'', and just like
you, most of the time, my nocturnal activities are merely done to
rest my body, just as you all do; and only on the rarest occasions,
do I perform intentional activities, that may qualify me for a
hopefully someday acceptance application, into the most secret and
exclusive club in this entire galaxy, and even far beyond it; the
'EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND',
as only perhaps once or twice a year, do I intentionally go to sleep,
with the intent to become a full TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON.
Even though however, I was just, ''in a dream or (having) a dream'',
and not in any way was I dominant over my doppelganger so-called
ME-CHARACHTER, but was the normal recessive character, just sort of
watching, and observing, the on-goings; through this transdimensional
other me, which is why so many dreams are described by so many folks,
as sort of like 'watching a movie'; and they would not be entirely
wrong in their simple concept of this more complex truth. I remember
this extra vividly, and the very extra clear and vivid type of dreams
that normally wake us with a bang, and remain fully remembered for
quite a while in our consciousness; are thought of in future times,
as TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITY.
Only the awareness that you can go from a recessive to a dominant
switch over of your own self, and then doing it for short durations,
is considered total type-3.
Now in my interactions earlier this morning before arising from bed,
here is what happened. A man who is very evil, and who I have seen
before in 'dreams', not often, but he is there, at post offices, at
houses I am in and once with my daughter back on June 21 of 2008, and
a few other times in the twentieth century as well, and was at the
library here in Fort Pierce, as an older man, but it was him, as
there is no mistaking those glarry wild eyes, and whoever he is, both
my daughter and myself, become very defensive around this man, at
least in these other parallel realities, that in 2013 and back before
this year, are just called, and mislabeled; ''dreams''. When this
prick appeared to me on the first day of summer in 2008, Dawn King
was shortly released from a rehab clinic up in Seacaucus, New Jersey,
and almost a year ahead of her mandated legal schedule, for her to
avoid spending a five year stretch in a woman's state prison, and the
judge in Atlantic County who sentenced her, was involved in this case
of legal public record; and is a man who I am very proud to know, as
he is also a recovering AA member, and this would be the Honorable
Judge Mike Conner. Down here in Fort Pierce, back in 2010; right
after this man appeared at the library, and became physically
aggressive with me; my blogs would not work for about 40 days or so;
and I called that time in my blogs, my TWEETY-BIRD, and my ROCKIN'
ROBIN TWEETS BLOGS. It is all up there, in the late summer time of
2010, at this address link:
http:www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and you can click and search this era in time, and see proof of how
these POWERFUL TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS,
such as this ''man'' or entity, without upsetting the Project
Bluebook folks too fucking cunt much here, YO; can
indeed effect alternate realities, from the one where they
are dream-controlling in, such as his getting physically aggressive
with me in what you call a major vivid dream, and then right after
that, at the very spot where this happened, my blogs were totally
interfered with and stopped, or (SANCTIONED) if you will, for about
seven weeks; and causing their evil DOW JONES STOCK MARKET TO
SOAR, as I'm sure it did today, probably hundreds of
points, after screwing up my life, and persecuting me so mother
fucking relentlessly. I will go on to continue laying my foundation
now, by telling you that this man was in last night's interaction,
along with me, and my mother; and these three characters are all that
I can consciously remember in 'waking world' right here and now, so
really, two characters besides my own doppelganger there, that I was
watching this all through. My mother insisted that my name was Mark
Wayne, so that had to be my name over in that other parallel universe
reality. But this man is aware of me in numerous parallel universes,
telling me that he must therefore be a real TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON or for
short a (T3E). He was a horrible criminal there, and was telling my
mother some really upsetting and monstrous despicable shit. Both of
us were leary and frightened of this fucking jerk off, and with good
reason. He is a very freaking dangerous 'T3E', and means normal
'T1E' folks like all of us, NO GOOD AT ALL,
and this is what the PROJECT BLUEBOOK UNITED STATES AIR FORCE,
totally knows of, and is keeping quiet. This is not just about a few
silly hundred little gray things, or a few hundred little space ship
toys. My life and what I know, spans way beyond this entire fucking
cosmos, and if any and all of my viewers want to insist on being
endless Missourians and GWIPOSIANS, then fine. You are all entitled
to your 'Michele Daniels RPL-1980' Recording Studio Opinions, YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This strange entity was upsetting
my mom and I, and telling us why the floor in one of the large three
rooms that for some reason that I do not know now because this 'me
here' is not that me there, but a parallel universe me; was all
broken up in one corner area, OH
SHIT,
it just came back to me, as I typed this folks. He said that it had
to do with being taught a lesson by the great LAMBRIGG CULT of Paul
Stoddard King ll, if I can throw in a little bit of stair chase humor
in here, to overcome some real agony, and LFLD; and that since I was
trying to teach forbidden things in alternate realities about
hyperspace and how to manipulate it, before being officially
initiated into the 'SUPERMIND SYSTEM', these corner areas of floor in
these three large empty rooms in this large house that my mom and I
seemed to totally own free and clear over in that alternate reality;
would be there as a reminder that I was using the picture-puzzle
example of being able to change small reality-chunks of 'STM',
without altering the larger-picture in the ''truth/reality'', such as
the corner of these rooms being broken up, while the rest of the
floor remained in perfect shape. Then he grabbed my fucking right
index finger and took a weird razor blade type of an instrument, and
cut my finger at the inside and middle, right on the outer third tip
of it; only it did not bleed, and after he did this; he said, ''Jesus
said the power is in the blood, but I tell you, that the power to
keep your blood, is in the finger blade''. I now remember that word
for word, but only after I began typing about this strange dude, or
(T3E), or as Congressman Andrews said as a teenager so often, and so
perfectly, or, ''whatever''. While I was showering two hours ago or
so, I cut that exact spot on that exact right index finger, only it
never bled, as the cut was not quite deep enough to get the great
1969 Roseann Delaney all wet and excited. Then he told us, how he is
the reason that so much criminal stuff happens to me; and that it is
a lesson to teach me things that I still have refused to accept and
or learn. My mother began to shout at him to go away, but he gave her
a powerful shove at that point, and she fell to the ground; and her
face began to bleed from hitting the side of one cheek hard, against
a coarse surface. I went to give him one of my
non-elevator-Cifaloglio 'AT&T karate' Chucky Norris 134 moves;
but just as I did; he pointed that same finger, only his finger, his
right index finger; and it was like being in a fucking old
'Bewitched' show; when one of those witches would freeze one of the
mortals, right in the middle of some action. All that was missing
here at this point, was a mess, thinking about those two comedians
from yesteryear; and being shouted at, by an old German distant
cousin, and the husband of my mother's First Cousin, Ruth Huntington;
the Long Island Banker, named Heinz Gottwald, residing at 175
Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York! Aniwho, he threw me into the
air, and right on my ass; just by waving his arm and finger up a
little bit; and he left me to come slamming down onto a bunch of
pottery; smashing it all to bits. My mother began to scream and cry,
and yell for help; and the man began to walk away from our house, but
as he walked away, he threw a large red ball right at me, and I was
quick, and I caught it with my hand. It was rubber, and about five
inches in diameter; and after I caught it in one hand, it began to
separate in half. Inside of it, was a note, folded into fours. I
opened this ball up, and unfolded this note on yellow lined legal
paper. This note told me the following information. I remember these
words exactly, and I MEAN EXACTLY, YO! There is a GAWNUM
compatibility with the PCN'S of these two sentences. ''I cannot win
as well at roulette'', and '' When my enemies attack me''. This is
the part that was with me vividly, when I jumped out of bed, from a
lot of neighbor noise, early this morning; while they were really
fucking going at it. I wrote this down, and planned to just blog that
small amount of information, but WOW, did more shit get remembered
over the hours of this fucking day. Yes this very fucking ass SUPER
BOTBAR TIMES ONE DAY, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
Jane Shithead Fonda, you fucking got me again, with your lousy rotten
stinking ONES, as this is PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. So let me fucking
now try and 'cunt-phlegm-rape' or (COMPENSATE), for this fucking
rotten shit you did in '93.
55555555555555555555555555,
PLUS 555555555, TIMES 555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY 55555555555555555,
IS EQUAL TO WHO COULD FUCKING CARE LESS????? I JUST NEED TO STARE AT
THESE MOTHER FUCKING ASS FIVES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
after I was awake, and wrote down the two sentences given to me in
this note from this ALIEN or T-3-E; I wanted to see for myself. So I
got the PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER FOR THE QUESTION PART OF THIS
INFORMATION, AND IT IS THE SAME AS MY OWN PCN, NUMBER 871, which came
out late last autumn in the Florida State three digit lottery by the
way, so I will bet my kid's will be coming up soon as well. THEN I
GOT THE ANSWER PART PCN, AND IT WAS 374, ''BUT'', that is only half
of THAT equation, right, oh great sir ROCKDROID KIRK
HOTELPRICES???????????????????? So I added up the two PCN'S for the
compatibility calculation, and sure enough 374+871 is equal to 1245,
and indeed is a compatible answer for that question, hence, ''I
CANNOT WIN AS WELL AT ROULETTE'', ''WHEN MY ENEMIES ATTACK ME'' just
as GAWNUM EQUATION SAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that still ain't all
she wrote, whoever she really is,
and whatever really got written.
Before the very obese, and horizontally challenged, PC lady, sits
down, to sing to us all; there was another thing that happened in
this wild DREAMING INTERACTION.
On the wall of the largest empty room of these three total empty
rooms in this house, where I lived with my mother, in this parallel
universe, where my name was Mark Wayne, and not Mark Mohr; and I was
about thirty years old, and my mother was again only in her
middle-late sixties, as she was around age thirty five or so when she
bore me, in this universe, and also so it seems, in that one as well;
but there was indeed, a very bizarre item, hanging on the wall of
this one empty room. It looked like a very rosy red large picture
portrait frame and it contained a picture of a large lake, and only a
large lake; but written on top of this water, in bright green and
bold letters; was a message that went as follows, and I remember it
vividly. “Sarah Krassle and Mark Mohr” “The PCNT proves that
they make beautiful music together”. Well, I know what a 'PCNT'
stands for, and you may or you may not. But it stands for a ''PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER TOTAL'', such as when you add up two or three of
these numbers, to do a compatibility test. Well, I thought I'd shit
in my pajamas early this afternoon, after coming back into my
apartment from trying to see Debbie, and forgetting what day it was,
because, and again, of that dam KING HOLIDAY; as ever since 1978,
this has been a super THORN IN MY SIDE,
and I mean no god dam frikkin disrespect to this fantastic great dude
and champion hero of CIVIL RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I added up the
871, and the 363, which is the PCN of 'SARAH KRASSLE'; and what is
this total, as all musicians can relate to this counting sequence,
but like frikkin DUH, it is 1-2-3-4!!!!!!!!!!! So take 1, or take 1
million; Library of Congress, Office of Copyrights, YO!!!!! If I had
to WOW this, in an apropos
font size; what would it be, a thousand, a trillion; you decide, and
then tell me someday, somebody, OK?????????????????????????
55555555555555555555555555555555555
No,
not a fifty five decillion size font, as that would be too big, but I
sure like looking at the number of fifty-five
point fifty-five decillion, YO.
W-----O----W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAVE NOT BEGUN TO DISCUSS THE SORE SUBJECTS OF THE AGENT CONDOR/AGENT
FALCON UFO COVER UP CLUB
MORIANITY
2
JWC2,
DAY 00031, BLOG-A
January
21, 2013, just before 8:00 this Monday evening, YO.
Now
we will do what I said would be done a few blogs ago, tell some 'Q&A'
information from GAWKY GAUKAUK'S great numerology system, that is
beyond the fathoming mind.
But
first, I went to the Port Saint Lucie, Florida recording studio,
called, Avalon, today, and things happened that cannot be told; but I
will tell you that 'STM' is, ''alive, and well, and living here'', to
quote the great man of religious faith, ''on Planet Earth''! On the
drive home, I stopped at two places to purchase items that only cost
a couple of dollars, and now am down to my last two dollars, that
must last me for the next twelve days, all though in eleven days, my
meager sixteen dollar EBT food benefit will be in. WEEEEE.
I
never told the Walgreen Story, but parts of it from the past, are all
on numerous and previous blogs. It seemed to begin shortly into the
Christmas Season of 2011, just over a year ago. I told about the
strange little girl with the karaoke machine in the store, and
singing; what is this, a fucking bar or a drug
store?????????????????????????????? Well, in any case, that was my
first clue that trouble was ahead, and that I was in no cunt lapping
way, imagining anything, right Mister David Leigh Zenkiss Smith, of
1970-Haddonfield-Einstein-Blackboards, New Jersey??????????????
WOW!!!
So
it began with this weird miniature karaoke being used by this little
brat, in the pharmacy up there, at the corner of Twenty-fifth and
Orange Avenues, right after I was taking my ex-computer guru, Meagan,
back to her house, up on Twenty-Third Street; and we passed a young
dude in a small park type of area, with my exact keyboard amplifier,
and then a very short while later, at the pharmacy, this smaller
version of the very same make of my unit, and the unit I saw being
used on the street by that dude, from my car that day; along with the
illogical usage of this device inside of a pharmacy, by that bratty
girl, who was singing, and seemed to begin after I arrived; as the
machine was there when I walked into the store, yet it was not used
until I walked on past it a ways, and towards the area of the
pharmaceutical prescriptions counter. She was staring at me as I
exited the store as well, and I just ignored her. Men my age cannot
look at children, especially females; or else we are all considered
to all be perverts; in this new age and new world total disorder.
Talk about pendulums swinging too far, and forgetting to accept
gravitational pull-back reality, or 1983 songs that I wrote from my
rented home in Atco, New Jersey, am I correct, old pal, Mister Magic
sixth dimensional Mailman, Adam? Then after this music crap, I began
being short changed by exactly one of my medicines every single time;
month after month; receiving only 59, and not 60 of my very necessary
medication pills, called 'generic ativan' or 'lorazapem' tablets.
Then back last autumn of 2012, I finally spoke up about this; maybe
it was the late summer. I had already been robbed at the mother
fucking Hutchinson Island beach, and lost everything, from my carry
bag, my eye-glasses and case, my clothes and underwear, you name it'
right out beyond Mike Patterson's Beach-House rear yard, on the
beach, and just as in Hyperspace twin locales, where only months
earlier, I was up in North New Jersey, and had all of my stuff stolen
there, by Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, and all their friends, and
again; this was what you mortals call, a ''DREAM'', and is all part
of the larger fifth dimension of reality; and all connects up
together, RPLDD all notwithstanding. Now after I used their own
little device that counts and sorts or whatever, as I called up ahead
of time and asked if I am able to check the amount as I am always one
pill short, the manager said, that is fine; and the pharmacist was
told that I would be doing it, and I did do it, when I came in that
time; and sure enough, because they knew I was going to count the
pills, there were the total of 60. But right after that, it went
right back to 59, 59, and 59, shorting me by one pill every month.
So I complained again, and that is when that identity
thing happened, where out of the blue late last year
sometime, I was told that someone was using my identity, and they did
not want to get the police involved, raising a huge red flag for me,
and this too is all blogged, and is back in MORIANITY-1, and on my
SAFE JOURNALS. This was their way, in my definite opinion IMDO, and
not IMHO, 'netters'; that I was being intimidated, as I was even told
that until the situation could be straightened out, that I may not be
able to fill my prescriptions; and day followed day; until I told
them, that I would bring in the police; if they did not get to the
bottom of it; as when it's time for me to refill my necessary meds,
this is a serious matter, and they indeed need to be refilled, and I
cannot be concerning myself with all of this fucking hassle.
After-all, none of this was something that I had done, and was in no
way any of my 'own Oprah' fault!!!!!!!!! So
I laid low-land, and allowed one more refill to be filled,
and yes, with only a count of 59-pills, and then I went early this
year, to the other branch here in fucking Fort Pierce, of the
Walgreen Pharmacy; the same distance away, only not on Orange Avenue
up in the hood, but along route 1, right opposite of my Cheryl Crow
TD Bank. DID I SAY, WOW? Where is my beautiful
'WOW' truck, TD, I really miss it; so please bring it
back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel closer to the All Mighty
SSJKK, when I am in my darkest days and hours, of this cursed,
hellish, nightmare existence, that other folks might mistakenly call,
'my life'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So now, I deal with the same
pharmacy, ''WALGREENS''; but at a branch, where, unlike up in the
ghetto-hood across from the HARVEST where I used to work through the
AARP Program out of E Street, in Washington, DC-13-600; AHA-AHA-AHA
Mister McNulty, YO; now it is across the highway or Route-1, from my
TD Bank, and that was the day that I told you that I was not going to
be more specific at that time about my errand, but that I went
someplace, and hundreds of beautiful crows came all around me and
followed me, and then when I went to the store a few hundred yards
down Route One from there, after that, to my south; the Winn Dixie,
for a few grocery items; the MUZAK system activated within seconds of
my arrival into the store, and the recording artist, Cheryl Crow came
on and sang that stupid mid nineties hit of hers, about 'wanting to
just have her stupid ass fun'. What garbage, all the way from Fort
Pierce Route One, to Hollywood Boulevard, sweetie; and Michelle
Daniels told me, that I AM entitled to my
opinion, back in 1980, so I am assuming, new weird
odor or no new world disorder, that I still am,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA Mike McN!!!!! So now both the
meds for keeping my blood pressure lower, as well as what I have been
forced to take 4mg of every day, ever since July somewhere, back in
1983, when the great Doctor Frank Addiego, prescribed this for me, to
stop the horrible never ending Angelique Dark Shadows Roseann Delaney
chocking condition, that on me out of the fucking blue, one night at
exactly 10:30 PM, on that night of June 4, 1983, at the Atco house;
rented from a Mister Gerald Pliner, owner of the L&S Nursing
home, on Jackson Road, in Berlin; right lovely luscious Jay-low Diner
Door Swinger, WOW, don't ever swing on me? You'd crush my fragile
little body into a million pieces of glass, you lovely goddess. Now
this is the story of how I bided my time, and strategically, and
Paula-carefully-WAYV-FM, got not only far away from her Atlantic City
people of horror and terror, but away from that intimidating Walgreen
Branch, that I feel, if the agents and FEDS reading these blogs would
adequately do their jobs; would start investigating them, as if they
did this to me, they may be shorting other meds customers, and if
they short 50 people and get away with half of it, that is 25 times
12 months, times the street value of pills like mine that are
probably around fifty bucks each. You do the math, every year, some
employee there splits with the manager, if my theory is correct,
somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 times 12 times 50 dollars; and
that's a nice hefty little pile of fucking chump change, YO!!! Peeps
that are no good thieves and robbers, have hurt me, and taken from
me, and robbed me; all of my god dam mother fucking ass life; and I
am getting sick and tired of it. Why should I have to fucking feel
sick one day a month, so these two would-be, should-be, rat scum jail
bird bastards, can split roughly fifteen grand
annually??????????????????? Do the mother fucking math, AGENTS
READING THIS BLOG, and I will gladly sign an affidavit that they were
shorting me up there, and then intimidated me after I tried to get
them to stop it. Just call me or visit me, FBI, I LOVE PUTTING EVIL
ROTTEN THIEVES IN PRISON, and have DONE SO, in the past. Ask the
fucking ass CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY, PROSECUTOR, if I am telling it
straight or not, with Marc Marini and John Crowley. I hate fucking
evil criminals, and I hate thieves worse than I hate those who
assault and even murder; because I've been the victim all of my life,
of so much thievery and out and out stealing, from direct tangible
property to a lot of intellectual property, bringing me to a really
heartbreaking topic that will close out this blog for the day, folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR ''ODF'' HACK, you rat bastards. I
caught it, and repaired it, HA-HA-HA-HA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!
Now,
for the GAWNUM Q&A, that many have been awaiting, and hopefully,
quite anxiously. So here we go, in
or out of copyrighted early eighties, 'regular
time'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After
we get this GAWNUM querying out of the way, I'll end with a little
disappointing heartbreak. I grow more and more heartbroken the way my
lovely incarnated Sarah Krassle distrusts my motives, and thinks I
could care less about money. This hurts me more than anything she
ever could say about me, or do to me, right down to her going as far
as to cause the next great OJ TRIAL. But first, the GAWNUM:
QUESTION
NUMBER ONE:
WHY
DID THE HUGE BACKOFF OF SIEGE AND BOTBARS, BEGIN ON JANUARY THREE,
AND LAST FOUR DAYS, IN 2013; AFTER THE MONSTER ASS ATTACK OF THE
SECOND DAY IN JANUARY; AS THOUGH A FEW TINY HOURS, LITERALLY SWITCHED
ME INTO AN
ENTIRELY
NEW DIMENSIONAL REALITY?
ANSWER
NUMBER ONE, PCN-220.
QUESTION
NUMBER TWO:
WHY
DID DENNIS CHASE MORGAN FROM PUBLIX WHO I MET AT THE LOCAL LIBRARY ON
18 DECEMBER OF 2013, SUDDENLY TURN AGAINST ME, WHEN I DID NOTHING AT
ALL TO DESERVE THIS BIZARRE BEHAVIOR ON HIS PART?
ANSWER
NUMBER TWO, PCN-176.
QUESTION
NUMBER THREE:
WHY
DID MY ACROSS THE HALL SCUM BAG HORRIBLE ROTTEN NOISY NEIGHBORS,
PERSECUTE AND HARASS ME WITH MAJOR NOISE LEVELS AND BULLSHIT, FROM
LATE INTO JANUARY FIFTEENTH ALL THE WAY INTO LATE INTO JANUARY
SIXTEENTH?
ANSWER
NUMBER THREE, PCN-781.
QUESTION
NUMBER FOUR:
WHY
AM I EXPERIENCING THIS HORRENDOUS BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, ON THIS NINTH
OF JANUARY OF 2013?
ANSWER
NUMBER FOUR, PCN-682.
QUESTION
NUMBER FIVE:
WHY
AM I GOING THROIUGH SO MUCH SUPER NASTY DEATH SIEGE HERE ON JANUARY
EIGHTEENTH OF 2013, SKY SIEGE AND CHEMTRAILS AND OTHER BAD OTAMMIC
ASSAULTS?
ANSWER
NUMBER FIVE, PCN-220.
QUESTION
NUMBER SIX:
WHY
DID 'GOOGLE', TAKE AWAY MY ABILITY TO POST MY YOUTUBE PROJECTS,
DIRECTLY ONTO BLOGGER DOT COM BLOGS, FORCING ME TO USE ONLY A YOUTUBE
LINK NUMBER THAT NOBODY WOULD USE OR CLICK ONTO?
ANSWER
NUMBER SIX, PCN-413.
OK
good folks, now here are the major and main items, from my match-book
lists (canon) if you will, selected by me as most important, for each
of these six (PCN'S) or PRIVATE COSMICODED
NUMBERS, listed above, that came out on random card draws,
as explained in many prior and not Richard Blogs, for querying the
GAWNUM, along with full instructions such as compatibility checks,
branchcodes, and other things as well, pertaining to developing
skills for operating the GAWNUM WISDOM.
Only
five things will be typed here, as PCN-220 was shown to be my answer
on two occasions. We will therefore begin with that number, and then
do the canon lists of the other four of them.
PCN-220*******************************************
BOOK
OF BEACH---JED CLAMPETT---DONNA SUMMER---TEENAGED GIRLS FLIRTING WITH
ME IN MY FIFTIES---LIVE FOREVER---ASTRAL PLANE---SANDRA
MASON---MARIAH CAREY COMING TO ME IN DREAMS---HIP HOP
MUSIC---MOUNTAINPEN---GODDESS JEHOVAH'S DREAM---
PCN-413********************************************
SONG---ZERO---APOLLO
LUCIFER---HELL---GIRL---BURN---ROBERT MCGUIRE---ATLANTIC
OCEAN---MEDICAL OFFICE---SWIM---SCYLLA GODDESS---I HAVE LOST BOTH MY
DAUGHTERS FOREVER---
PCN-682*********************************************
TALL
GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH---PROJECT
BLUEBOOK---CANCER---QUEENS---THE MORNING
LIGHT---BEAVER---MOVING---TWENTY---PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING
MACHINE---
PCN-781**********************************************
CREATOR---BABYLON---MICHAEL
PATTERSON---JULY TWELVE NINETEEN SEVENTY---BUZZARD---BALLOON---GODS
DOG---PROPHET OF NOTHING---EXTREMELY VIOLENT---
PCN-176***********************************************
P---TWO
THOUSAND THIRTEEN---THAT FAMILY---NO FEELINGS---FLIRTATION---SHE
LIKES ME---PAULA UWICH---JIMMY LEEDS---CREEPING UP---SUSAN
BOYLE---HUNTINGTON---OHIO AVENUE---DISCO MUSIC---ROBERT LEVY---ROGER
CAREY---GEORGE BUSH---FORT PIERCE---ICE MACHINE---EXPLORATRON
TRAVELER---
Now
people, I forgot the seventh question that I had asked about a week
or so ago, and received the answer to, so I'll do it as one thing
here, the question, the PCN answer, and the match-book items or
selections from my list (canons) that I decide to make public for
view, as they are the most powerful pertinent things to my own
personal life and all of its interactions.
WHO
OR WHAT, WAS MOSTLY RESPONCIBLE, FOR MY MOTHER BEING STRUCK DOWN, ON
DECEMBER 26, 1997; WITH A HORRIFIC ILLNESS, THAT WENT UNDIAGNOSABLE,
AND LEFT HER LINGERING IN EXCRUCIATING MENTAL AND PHYSICAL AGONY, AS
A RESULT; UNTIL THE DAY OF HER DEMISE, ON MARCH THE FOURTH, IN THE
YEAR OF 2000?
PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER-363
WAS THE ANSWER GIVEN TO ME BY THE GREAT CAT, GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!
ITEMS
MATCHING THIS NUMBER and SELECTED HERE, ARE:
SARAH
KRASSLE---REAL GOOD GIRL---AUGUST FIFTEEN NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX---TABLE
FIFTEEN---'STAR TREK' SHOW---BOY---SIN---JULIA ROBERTS---NATIONAL
PARK---TOY---CAT---SAD---BOHEMIAN CLUB---VIQUEENS
GANG---TOP---TRANSMISSION---NEW---
Now
for the frikkin upset of upsets. Some rumors circulate around that
are off base and about as true as a magicians hat or a flying rabbit
inside of it. It really pisses me off to see that people do not take
a good hard look at the fact that the internet is a totally reliable
source, and really what is; for getting at the truth? After-all, I
know it has my family about as fucked up and incomplete, and totally
god dam sanitized as a hospital closet full of bleach and sterile
cleaning solutions, all mixed in with sike wards and special
education classes. There are some folks that have recently brought to
my attention, a terrible and totally false rumor about me, my YBCO
song from last year that originated from my old 1983 GITYA, song, and
today at the Avalon Studio, another source totally confirmed for me,
that many peeps in power, think that this is some attempt by me, to
take some kind of action for this entire messy business, in a court
of law, the very furtherest thing from my mind. I cried all the way
home in my car from the recording studio. I am not the least bit
interested in anything like this, and if I ever find out who started
this horrendous monstrous rumor, they will be harshly dealt with, and
wish they were back on a rack during the times of the Inquisition,
next to what I'll do to them. Nobody is going to turn the great SSJKK
against me, and get away with it. I want nothing at all from her,
only for her to be happy, and if she so chooses to keep me away from
her during this lifetime that we are both in, then that is her
frikkin business. I do not want anything from her, other than for her
to show me that she is happy, and that she has overcome as best as
she can, some of her past. I am proud and honored at what she did in
1997, and I only wish her the best on her new project as well. Heaven
only help whoever is trying to spread this newest crap, because I
will gladly go to prison for life for cutting out your mother fucking
heartless heart. Only a totally heartless mother fucker could start
something like this about me, after all I've
suffered
through, and her as well for that matter; so if you act totally
heartlessly, then I'll make sure that you will be as heartless on the
inside, as you are on the frikkin outside. So watch your fucking ass
back, whoever is behind this little Pizzeria rumor,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know why GOOGLE has interfered so
dam much, with this song getting looked at, as well as anyone being
able to get to my account at all up there; ever since last summer
time when all this shit with ''YBCO''
all began, so FUCK
YOU, EVIL WORLD!
MORIANITY-2
JWC2,
DAY 00030, BLOG-B
January
20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.
Things
are going on peeps, that if I ever told the details to it all, and
you ever believed me, and you were a non agent audience of at least a
few thousand strong, the entire world would fucking collapse
overnight, but take heart; as this does not in any way reflect my
motives as evil. If the world as it is right now collapsed, and
reformed, I will guarantee one thing here and now folks, and that is,
for about nine point nine out of ten folks alive, things would begin
to drastically improve, at least for a short while, until evil power
structures, would inevitable reform and reshape all over again. You
see, it is not important enough, by the standards of the
World-Owners, the (WO), for them to succeed, but even more important,
is that everybody else, FAILS. I did not invent or make this up in
any way, and if you wish to prove me right, just get a copy of the
Superman Three Movie, with the great African-American comedian of all
times, Mister Conscious Mind Blocked Presently, but when I think of
it, I'll add it in later on the blog. This is intentional
PAWN-PIE-ETTOS, the great LAMBRIGG CULT tool and weaponry of choice,
but it is a lot more than it sounds on the surface, as a
traveler-technology is what is being used, to cause a transmission as
well as an omission of my thoughts, or yours, at any time that they
so desire to have this happen to us. And no, not Eddie Murphy, from
TRADING PLACES, the other dude they are blocking out of my
consciousness right now for reasons that only THEY know and fully
understand and appreciate. He calls, Superman, his pal, 'SOUP' in the
movie, shortly before the lightning computer kicks in towards the end
of the movie from when else but 1983, when many things were in very
''special stages of ops and planning, by very special folks''. When
you get that tip of the mind memory that you just cannot bring to
surface total awareness, be it remembered dreaming interactions or
incidents such as this comedian from the Superman movie, it is
because, THEY are playing around with the 'reality-chunks' around us,
to cause this, and it is not an actual transmitted interruption of
MIND-SIGNAL from the sixth dimension into our fifth dimensional
hyperspace lives and realities throughout virtually limitless
infinite parallel time alterations, and by altering things just a
little bit around us, this blocks that connection to us, or in some
case, causes false memories, or false in what is a real part of our
own memory system, in our own universe, where our own mind and life
exists in, as waking world reality. For the few who believe this a
little bit, and understand all this a little bit, your next thoughts
will obviously be, and police love to ask this question to victims
all the time, well why are 'THEY' doing this to you, as if any of us
can know this, and properly respond to such a stupid ass fucking
query, on their asshole part. Still, ''that's just reality, son
Dennis''. I must do it now, it fits way too well not to do it folks,
so here goes, and again; new and old town kids, of early 1978, YO,
W-----O-----W!!!!!!
Normally typing on and on about what these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are
doing, causes them to stop the travel shit, and release the normal
connectiveness, and yes, it just happened, RICHARD PRYOR, thank you
for confirming, and whether or not you choose to believe this is real
or 'textnopopped', the 'All Mighty' knows it's real, and that I'm not
lying or faking; as I was about to type that normally, they release
the fuck-up-fields, so to speak, when you do not try to consciously
remember what they are blocking, but continue to expose what is
happening around you; and while I was about to write, that I wonder
why it is taking so long; came 'BANG'. They released me from it, and
so I typed in the name. This is more real and exciting than 5000
fucking best Hollywood thrillers, and only I understand and fully
appreciate the totality of why I can, and do, make that statement and
claim, good folks, YO!!! Yes, the 'W' word in FONT two million; so
picture it glowing, and glistening, and glittering; along with the
great fifteen year continuum, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, right
SSJKK?????????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
more about the sub-particle-Trinidad (Trinity).
We
will discuss only one part of this amazing whirling maze called the
realm of the smaller than atoms, (subatomic), and like another
Hyundai, DUH, from OH-M-6, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
you need to know if you want to ever climb out of a type-zero
civilization (what we presently are in 2013), and begin the climb up
to type one through three, would be the knowledge, that the electron
is highly intelligent; and just fakes out to be random, in order to
play her endless game of 'confusion', to those not yet wise enough,
Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and secret museums; to climb out of the
caves, and down from the frikkin chest banging trees.
First
off, without understanding that single truth, I would have no mother
fucking way of knowing the truths around me, such as why all my music
was created, and all fully copyrighted, when I was never meant to
have a professional career in the field of music, and then taking and
projecting that forward, without paying anything, literally and
jokingly; how this music all fits together into the picture-puzzle of
my own fifth dimensional life in hyperspace, as well as beyond that
in a much truer reality, called, the ASTRAL-PLANE, or the
spirit-world, depending on a personal preference of words used to
describe a totally twin and equal reality, or lack there of really,
to some degree, WHAAAAAAAAA, keep it light and laughable, and
remember who taught who, right Robert Heitzmann Huckleberry Finn? Now
the first thing that 2013 needs to understand, but won't until you
change the second digit from a zero to a one or make the 'binary
change; if I can add some more STC humor, hurry up and get beat up;
but yes, moving on; and dealing with lots of horse shit and horse
play later on down the great Academy Road somewhere, of more MIND
ALTERATIONS from the 'travelers of Roddenberry rip offs'; but yes
Mister DATA, it is a huge compliment, to be mimicked; and I do need
to learn, and to remember that, so thank you oh great 'DROID' of the
NON-Q-GIRL-GODDESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
world of the very small, perceives things in bigger worlds, in its
own ratio and proportion to sizes, and this fact I just typed, is
worth millions if not billions if not trillions of United States
Dollars in cash or GOLD. It is beyond priceless wisdom, that I am
giving to the world, and if it survives; will indeed be passed down
to the future, and allow this part of the hyperspace, to indeed begin
to advance out of darkness and out of a type-zero-civilization, YO.
Now for those that ask how I can speak about type 1-2-3 civies on one
blog, and type words seriously, on another blog about things like,
'antichrist'. It is no different than my humorous ghetto talk, BRO,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am just playing around, YO, lighten up, like
Sarah's desires in the future that cannot all be realized, and learn
to laugh, peeps, as it has saved me from hellish extinction into a
bottomless bit of beyond grief and agony. Just remember who taught my
great daughter, at least, looking at things, as I used to call it,
“in forward-mortal” view, and now would merely say,
SPACE-TIME-MIND, as in higher truth, we are dealing with All Mighty
Scylla-Jehovah-Goddess, and that cannot ever be altered, as that
condition is simply what IS
REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, if you have made
a copy off of your computer, whoever is reading this, of that post up
from technical musical coolness, or TMC for short, and not standing
for any movie channels on television; onto some device, you know that
you can switch gear consciousness without a cosmic clutch, and hear
the words in your mind, of four Google's, and then during the music
track after this, add in ''Google is the antichrist'', you will know
that this is all just my STM going wild, sort of like the girls on
Spring Break in Cancun, May-He-Co, only we remain totally frikkin
G-RATED, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now let us return to
the topic of direct communication with the subatomic particle known
as the electron, or the Holy Ghost, if you wish to change into a
yesteryear and biblically adapted wordage. I am going to catch super
holy hell when I post up this monster huge frikkin blog on Wednesday,
but that is for me to worry about folks. You just read and learn or
laugh, sawn you folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go, in or out
of copyrighted regular SPACE-'TIME'-MIND, US © OFFICE!
Now
that we have gone deaf from some wild weird off the wall fusion type
drum beats from the late eighties, YO; let us get back on track, as
WOW, I have made it back, and the electron will indeed confirm this
with a bright FLASH, dancing in the skies with lovely Jenny Biel and
her pals Pete Bellote, and Georgio Moroder. Wow, get with it, Spell
Checker, I thought I was out of the culture, and back in the musical
stone age with Glenn Miller and Count Basie.
Now
these small particles observe the 'larger than atom realm', as way
too gigantic to perceive past a horizon. This is why we also, cannot
see past the visible universe, and have a million unenlightened
explanations, such as light velocity, and other items in the science
world, that supposedly cause this phenomenon. Atoms merely copy the
larger truth/reality that surrounds us, and there is an infinite
dimensional reality, or virtually infinite, that is all created by
the sixth dimension of the MENTAL-REALM, with or without any cement
businesses, or great actors and screen play writers, such as Frank
Capra, and James Stuart, YO!!!!!!! But back to the orbiting
electrons, AKA the 'HOLY SPIRITS' when not properly understood by a
high Type-1 or better civilization. Holy comes from a truer meaning
of ENTIRE or without anything less than the fullness of something, or
the word of ''WHOLE''. The orbiting electrons, are the whole picture,
of why our reality is made up of the elements that it is made up of,
and all of us, and all of our lives, and all the aspects of them;
are all just a tiny little truth, that lays within this larger
reality. There has been some effort after 1983, when I discovered the
electron to be intelligent and sentient, on the part of the blind
ignorant scientific community, to try and communicate directly. They
used all sorts of things and fell under the spiritual MAYA or
'illusion' that I was wrong, and that these particles are random
energies that are not sentient, but that is all because of ignorance.
These particles only see our picture-puzzle realm as chunks, where we
see that around and out beyond us, is a STM created cosmos from
within ourselves. Smaller particle energies only see smaller bites of
the apple. To compensate, you need to teach the electron a code, that
is in entire sentences, not single letters that correspond to a
numeric conversion and then expect a randomizer to learn our humanity
code and talk to us. It cannot see that, any more than we can see
with our naked eyes, a germ, or a microbe. But enough of them
interacting upon our bodies, and we get effected, or
''ILL''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The same truth needs to be applied to direct
particle communications. When this came to me, for reasons that only
can be perceived by those really understanding complex channels of
STM, so there is no need for me to try getting into these details
with you for right now; this is when I made up SENTENCE-CODES in
1983, and started communicating with this All Mighty Entity,
DIRECTLY. Probably, the STM reality, is my genetics back to the
younger brother of the great Master Messiah Jesus, but who can know
for certain? Still, since my direct contact, LIGHTNING has become
anything but random with me, and so have all of the Earth nature
forces. The odds of all that has happened to me in this interaction;
with the Earth energies, or really, its biosphere parts, such as
oceans, and electromagnetic fields; are equal to winning the
Powerball Lottery every week for life, and forever. It is just not
possible, NOT TO ALL BE TRUE, and so I pound little keys for 7 mother
fucking years, screaming out to a blind world filled with assholes,
and nobody will listen. This is real joy! Now for those who scoff and
say, then why don't you, Mark Wayne Mohr Buttwipe, do some big things
with all this knowledge, you are proving only that you are not
grasping and getting any of this powerful message. The forces of my
personal ''IF'', my INTERACTION-FORCE, or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, has
been set up to stop me, and I do fight this shit in case you've not
been noticing, and I do this on a 24-7-365.2422 continual basis. If
my blogging career that now spans 7+ years, is not proof of that
sentence and claim; I honestly do not know what ever could be, good
people, YO!
If
I cannot make anyone see what is going on, after all this blogging,
and all that has happened out beyond the ''inner-me'' just in these
past seven years, well, I will just have to admit defeat on that
front, and totally and finally just quit and frikkin give the shit
up, as what else can anyone really expect me to do. Who else out here
has blogged stuff like me, posted stuff like me onto the Youtube, and
on and on and on I could go, asking these questions to any and all of
you, on your end of the net? If you were me, what the fucking shit
would you do, go ahead, tell me, I won't bite. I just bark a hell of
a lot, Roseann Delaney; and even she is safe to be around from 8A-4P,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUCH! But in all honesty folks, I
used to have all kinds of stuff back in the eighties, and it was all
slowly and very fucking ass methodically taken away from me, in ways
that no police person or prosecutor ADA, or anyone else for that
matter; can ever help me to prove, in a real waking world court of
law, so my ''IF'' has totally won the battle, as of 9:40 PM-EST on
this twentieth day of fucking ass January, here in twenty thirteen! I
had all this stuff. I had a 40,000 dollar home entertainment system,
tens of thousands of tapes, both audio and video, special equipment
all set up that directly was in communication with All Mighty
Jehovah, this all happened, this all was very real. This all IS REAL,
OR ISRAEL if you want to entertain this goddess of endless games and
age sixteen-ness. Still, I'll love Her, and do love HER, for and IN
all ETERNITY AND INFINITY; and that does not change, not yesterday,
today, or tomorrow. However, SHE is a major huge tease, and my mother
recognized this back in the eighties; and just for that and maybe a
few other little things as well, this cost her her life. Life never
ends, but I am speaking in powerful truths that are way beyond any of
you here in 2013. Now, I have nothing. I am down here in mother
fucking Fort Pierce, Florida, with absolutely nothing. I have no
equipment, no money, ''no nothing'', more STM, oh great
BEG?????????????????????????????? Folks, it is now tomorrow,
referenced to yesterday; when I was typing this blog; and we need to
close this out before another page Jane Sleazedisease, of Jane
Sleazedisease, strikes on the following word document page; so my
next blog will be started, and this one closed out. Bye-Bye peeps.
WE
COULD GO ON AND ON WITH THES GHOSTS FROM THE PAST, BUT I NEED TO TRY
AND UNWIND, OR I AM GOING TO END UP KILLING FUCKING PEOPLE, AND THEY
ARE SIMPLY FUCKING NOT WORTH MY SPENDING ONE HOUR IN MOTHER FUCKING
PRISON, LET ALONE THE REST OF MY ROTTEN DISEASED FUCKING LIFE, MY
FRIENDS.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE
(C)2012
NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,
'GIRL,
I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING'
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
THIS
DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDS
IN 1983; AND AS YOU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER, AND THE GRAVE
IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED, AND CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON.
LISTEN
TO THIS ON YOUTUBE, AND SING ALONG, YO!
IN
THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY OF 2013, I GET INTO STUFF ABOUT WHY FOLKS WILL
NOT TRUST USING MY LINKS, AS THERE SEEMS TO BE SOME MAGICAL HACKING,
THAT IS CONNECTED TO ALL OF THIS; SO KEEP READING FROM HERE THROUGH
THE BLOGS OF JANUARY, OF TWENTY-THIRTEEN, GOOD FOLKS.
DO
NOT DOUBT TIME MAINPULATION, OR 'STM'.
IT
IS REAL.
IT
MAY NOT WORK THE WAY YOU THINK IT DOES.
BUT
PEOPLE, I ASSURE YOU, IT IS VERY REAL, AS REAL AS REAL CAN EVER BE;
AND A CODE FROM SSJKK.
MORIANITY-2
JWC2-DAY
00007-BLOG-C
5:25 PM-EST
SUPER BOTBAR X
2, SUPER SIEGE X 1
FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA, USA ES-MWG
STARTING
FUCKED UP TWEETY BIRD BWOG, WHAA.
OK,
John HOSEDREAMS KING MONKS, and other
Morians, Lessians, and all Inbetweenians out here, YO; I played five
short ROULETTE GAMES, AND MADE
SIX UNITS OF PROFIT, OR $600.00, as I play on the money chip black
hundred dollar gaming level; this of course is played hypothetically,
but will not always be, and later on, I'll fucking blow your mind
with some really wild fucking mathematical shit, folks. My QUANTUM
ROULETTE was four out of the five games, and I played my enemy
faction of WOMO NABE-SCUM twice, and my enemy faction of WOMO AIR
PERSECUTOR DIRTBAGS twice, and with the NABES, ended up flat even
with them. With the aerial persecutors however, it was minus one on
the first game, and plus three on the second game, for a +2 PROFIT,
so the NABES was a 0. The other four units came from my really
fucking dynamite system, and this made me four units of profit, or
$400.00 of profit, a total day profit, on one of the worst days of my
fucking life, and worst two day Botbar string; of $600.00, using the
black gaming chips that I used in Atlantic City, in 1986. Yesterday
on Botbar X 1, I quit at one unit ahead, so the systems roulette made
me a two day total of $500.00, during these last two days of SUPER
FUCKING HELL, or an average of $250.00/day, AND EVEN ON THE GREEN
QUARTER LEVEL, AN AVERAGE OF $62.50 FOR BOTH DAYS OF MISERY AND
FUCKING ASS HELL. HA-HA-HA-HA-HA HA HA HA
HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
asked my GAGA magic black Astral-Plane kitty cat, just
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, with or without any cool toys like bikes, trains, or
1981 video-games; this 2 days of hell-death-siege, and BOTBAR attack,
struck again after two quiet days that followed fucking cunt eleven
straight days of super shit, like that was not enough punishment, and
fucking torture for me to fucking ass endure; and the reply to my dam
query, was PCN-660.
Here are the gods dam match-book items for this number, answering my
question of this unspeakable fucking eternal suffering that I'm cunt
eating going through, L-4, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEALTH---POLICE---DREAMS---FREDERICK
HINGER.
TWEET-TWEET-TWEET,
& ENDING BLOG, YO!!!!!
YES
FOLKS, FRED IS A SHORT NICKNAME FOR FREDERICK!
MORIANITY-2
JWC2-DAY-00007-BLOG-B
2:30
PM-EASTERN STANDARD TIME
SUPER
MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR, AND DEATH SIEGE,
FROM
WOMOTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE FUCKING SCUM, FBI:
CHEMTRAILS,
and BLASTING SUBWOOFER EVIL MONSTER NEIGHBORS,
are making this BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, MONSTROUS, HORRENDOUS, AND
FUCKING TOTALLY DEPLORABLE. MY ENTIRE FUCKIING DECEMBER IS FAR WORSE
THAN EVEN AUGUST OF MOTHER FUCKING 1986. I KNOW YOU HAVE NEVER CUNT
EATING HEARD THIS BEFORE, FROM THE FUCKING ASS
MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEBBIE
WAS OUTSIDE ON HER SMOKE BREAK AT THE PARKING LOT SOUTH SIDE ENTRANCE
TO THE BUILDING, WHEN I CONFRONTED HER ABOUT STUFF, AND IN PERSON.
SHE TOLD ME, THAT IF INDEED I MARRY, SHE WILL MOVE ME TO A ONE
BEDROOM UNIT, FAR AWAY FROM THESE EVIL FUCKING PEEPS FROM HELL, IN
UNIT #608, WITH THE BIG LION HANGING OUTSIDE THE DOOR; WHICH HAS BEEN
THERE EVER SINCE THEY MOVED IN HERE, TO SHOW ME THEY
ARE KING, AND THAT THEY HAVE BEEN SENT HERE BY THE DOCTOR
CORAL SAGAN UPPING IT ONE DIMENSION L&M CIGARETTE COMPANY. ARE MY
MESSAGES GETTING ACROSS, OLD FUCKING BUDDY, RON WIRTZ SENIOR, from
the NINETIES, AT THE FUCKING CAMDEN COUNTY
PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY, FUCKING YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO ????????????????
“Chemtrails
of 1987” *** 'MY' PERSONAL STORY ON YT.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
***
THEY
TOTALLY HACK ME, AND VIOLATE MY FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS, AND GET
FUCKING TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT, YO. Someday, you all will burn in
eternal fucking ass hot hell, you cock licking ass
bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Techno-pop,
created/produced/sang/ entirely by computer technology. Still, most
peeps above shoe size IQ, know that the
intro to the song,
was the sample for the harmony vocals, wow; what a new age we are
living in, YO.
The
past is dead and gone, and someday, all this garbage on Planet Earth
will be as well, burnt to a crispy fucking cinder.
OK,
SO I AM JUST A FEW MONTHS AHEAD OF THE FUCKING PRICES ON MY
PREDICTIONS, IT WILL BE 50,000 POINTS IN THE TWNETY-TEENS, I PROMISE
U!
JUST
AS I TOLD YOU ALL, AND I TOLD YOU 2 GIANT GINA. The DOW JONES
INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK MARKET has flown RIGHT TO THE STARS THIS
WEEK, and is up at record high territory, and WILL BE CROSSING OVER
as the next and final two business days of this week come into being.
It is just under 14,100 points now, and just a few points UNDER THE
ALL TIME RECORD HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was all accomplished by persecuting me with continuous NOISE ATTACKS,
PROPERTY DAMAGE, HEALTH ATTACKS, AIR PERSECUTION, and a lot
more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also,
if I could have capped into my last blog, the movement as shown on
the stock index charts, on the internet page; instead of what came
out, and was posted up earlier; I may have been able to slow the
momentum of this evil monster run away locomotive greed train down,
but NOW, 'IT IS TOO LATE', TO QUOTE LOVELY ALL MIGHTY ISIS.
I
MOTHER FUCKING DEMAND MY PROPS, PEOPLE. I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET
WOULD FLY, AFTER A PISS POOR ROTTEN WEEKEND, GIVEN TO ME BY MY FILTHY
DISEASED EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
ENEMIES OF THE ''IF''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead ladies
and gentlemen, and just keep right on doubting poor old puke chewing
chemtard Mountainpen. Now, he is having the last laugh on you'alls.
Here is where your great APE-ICPE cheated DOW JONES will be, as the
weeks and months keep rolling along.
End
of March, 15,000 points.
End
of April, 16,000 points.
End
of May, 17,000 points.
End
of 2013, 20,000 points, JUST WATCH AND FUCKING SEE AND I'LL BE RIGHT
THERE TO HOLLER OUT, TOLD YOU SO,
TOLD YOU SO, AND YOU ALL FUCKING
LAUGHED AT THE
CHEMTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where RU when I need you, oh great PRINCE,
as my kid thinks I lost it a million years ago, only I did not; not
it, HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am in no mood for fucking waaaaaaaabits, or McNulty jeer laughs
today. Screw the mother fucking world, at the speed of light squared,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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