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I have not even begun to tell any details about the hell that I brother chucking endured last week at the hands of the OTAMM-WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, with their evil APE-ICPE and PAWM-PIE-ETTOS systems for endlessly getting their way with this 1982 bullish run stock market that has never looked back once other than for tiny little normal corrections, a term used by stock anaylsts for measuring normal reversal of main trend activity prices, of stocks and commodities, and all things traded and priced, on what is called a technical basis, the one of three three items all used by these experts on Wall Street in a combined system for heightened accuracy; technical, fundamental, and seasonal trending statistics.

















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All right, straight up and out in the open along with Theodore Cleavers' father's busted out automobile window, here it is, some of the highlights that never got told, the details, you know, where the ''devil'' is supposedly always all wrapped up in, and you know what; it seems perfectly reasonable to me, how about you?























People can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains; and even who really gave us all THE INTERNET! I promise you it was not Al Gore, or Steve Jobs, or Bill Gates, and it certainly was not me. It was a bunch of us indeed, but not necessarily the always awake and here parts of us. It was done by other doubles from alternate realities in the vast hyperspace. To arrive at a great and very awesome fifth dimensional truth about just what this group, and who this group, really was, who indeed did give to all of us, the INTERNET, and many other tools before that that one by one advanced out global societies and cultures in a human collective general average; actually might be and what their actual agenda in all of it is, you cannot just think in one line, you really need to be thinking several things at the same time, and then suddenly with a lot of mental will power, combine the stuff all together and when it smashes into one big ball of illumination, you may just start to see the powerful and unfathomable truths about the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, who they are, why they do what they do, what agendas many of them have, and how this will eventually all play out between now and the 63 hundreds when civilization in most close-in or localized hyperspace areas or universes such as our own, will become extinct due to a 300 mile diameter meteorite smashing this planet into pieces, and then, they will reform again a bit differently, and the next phase of things will begin, but for right now, let me stick to the things that pertain to 2013.

















When I climbed out of the bed on Friday, even worse agonizing nightmares continued on for me. The people from AT&T were coming between 1-3 this afternoon, this is what they told me. The knock came at just past half past ten while I was dead to this world, and nearly dead to the Lakehouse world from the Disney Choke man himself, but let me move on and glorify APPOLO-LUCIFER so much. All that ever stands to do is give this prick a lot more power over me and my pathetic diseased and tormented life, BRAHHH!!!!!

I believe they tried to throw me off my game by telling me they would come in the afternoon and then wake me out of a sound sleep. The technician pulled off a very wild miracle. I let him in and mt computer was off, not on sleep-mode, off, and is password protected. I went to take a piss in the bathroom, and when I came out, he already had a GOOGLE page up om my PC. How he managed to get past my password system is beyond unknown, but I don't think this man could be from this universe and or time, or both. I know for a fact that no one can break a strong long password in less than one minute of time, and yet, he did this. When I told him after I came out of the bathroom, that I had the machine totally off so how did he get up to a Google page, he insisted it was on and not off, but I KNOW, I had shut it completely down before going to bed, about 4-6 hours previously. He proceeded to show me that the system for gaining internet access is a pass-code system matching a number on my wireless modem or whatever they connect you up with that blinks with lights. Well, a child can see what has happened, if this be the case. Maintenance personal gained access to my unit while I was outside, long ago, and read the pass-code on the back or side of this device and copied it down for their use and that of their friends, and this is why I had so much trouble, and will eventually again, that is if I did not take some steps to arm myself against this from repeating itself. The old Roman Empire used a similar system, the seal, or in my case, the broken seal. I have placed something over this, and if it is removed, it cannot be covertly just put back, as I will know it was tampered with to gain the pass-code access numbers. Even though the deed itself, as was told to me by the police last week, is not illegal or criminal, or is entering this unit by authorized maintenance personnel, but if they enter these premises with the intent to break into something personal of mine, THEN I KNOW WE ARE SPEAKING CRIMINAL, and they can then dust for finger prints, and the PHA workers all have theirs on file, all peeps working in these capacity jobs have their prints taken and filed with the state and federal authorities. So if the seal is broken, I will run to an injury attorney or wherever I have to go to get my dam justice. Still, no other explanation exists for how this AT&T broke right through my large character pass-code in one minute of time while I was taking a piss. The only thing that ever can explain these things, is that they are not who they appear to be, because the real them who should be awake and living in the world here, is being dominated over by a twin or 'doppelganger' of himself, asleep and dreaming from a parallel universe. It is very difficult to master the art of becoming a successful TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, but I promise you, the hyperspace is literally filled with such folks.













I should have left here, and gone to MEXICO, a few months ago when I said that I was going to. I have learned that it is fucking impossible to poker buff the MILITUFORCE, or just about!!!!!!!!















Mark_from_njAt 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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Goyim in the AM
“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

King Daevid MacKenzie
…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

Listener Therese
Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Steve PMX
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

K.
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

bartelby
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

Chris Arter
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.

maledoro
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

Fairlight
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

Ghostlight
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

Ghostlight
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

Ghostlight
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


Tony NYC
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

Razzy McThaxton
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.
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Now knowing about APE (APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT) or ICPE (INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT), and a silly fucking toothless moron kid, can see with blinders masking taped to his or her face, that my hell and persecution, caused their wicked fucking cheated totally manipulated stock market DOW JONES to go right back up today, and retrace the very ground that it lost on its previous daily trading session. I have not been talking about this or making claims to all this for a few weeks, or a few months, Mister Drew Carey and Mister bob Barker, no sir. I have been discussing this from years and years, and decades, long before the internet existed for the general population of global citizenry; and guess who has a copy on cassette tape of this very mother fucking total absolute proof? You got it right if you said the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on my 'Epitome of Harassment' tapes from 1988 and 1989, and I'll highlight this right fucking now for anyone who is just not GETTING THIS, and thinks that all this is a big laughing leprechaun imp from the land of the secret medical technicians, and the most lovely land in all the world, where else; but IRELAND. All real peeps seriously into the UFO phenomena, know about the abduction experiments and secret medical shit going on there; right AGENTS CONDOR and FALCON, of the UFO COVER UP, 1988, CHANNEL 11, WPIX, NEW YORK, NEW YORK, DOCUMENTARY, TELEVISION SHOW???????????







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HYPER SPACE EFFECT/HYPER SPACE EQUATION or the measuring of this effect, is an entirely, (to the very best of my knowledge), owned concept; and part of my own officially claimed, and witnessed by my own blogs, and the internet where they post to; intellectual legal property, that I am more than willing any time to share my ameteur scientific data with the scientific community, but they must give me the credit for my individual unique research that I have proven documentation of, notes, tapes, and lots more, and have had this for three and a half decades, losing a lot to my emergency escape trip to Florida nearly 4 years ago, but still, what is mine, is mine, and if it is claimed by others who cannot support that they did the same research and it predates mine, then I will sue for the recognition, as I deserve it, and do not intend to be ripped off, for the millionth time in this rotten life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Now folks, I am no trouble maker. I just am tired of having any and everything I do in this life, taken from me, and you would be also, if you were in my hellish shoes. I PROMISE YOU THAT, sitting, standing, or dead in a stinky ass tomb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















There is a lot to tell without so much as breaking a tiny surface or shaving peach fuzz off a frozen freaking Lake michigan in January, but I don't want any one blog real long anymore, let us keep them so an average viewer can scan scroll and read parts of interest to them, all within a few little minutes, as I realize people have busy lives, and am not as stupid as I look.







This latest episode of unexplained events that endlessly surround my life literally on a daily continuous basis, such as the dude who got onto my system in one minute, has about five thousand other incidents within the approximate weirdness table range as this one, over the past 20-30 years. The biggest of all is August in 1986, normal people don't go to sleep in one life and wake up in a totally othe rone, forever, with no way back, but I did. Again, where do you want to go from here, as I have an endless list of items just like that one, and the one on Friday with the AT&T.

























I have a very fucking healthy respect for something written in that fantastic Bruce Goldberg book called, ''Time Travelers From Our Future''. It spoke of 5 paths, and how ife can get off of a middle zone and onto more negative or more positive paths, and it if nothing else, indirectly began to add in that once a direction becomes established, unless a way is found to alter it, it seems to work like the famous kids card game of WAR, you end u with all 3 and 4 and 5 cards and maybe a couple of other cards of 6 or 7 value, nothing higher, and slowly but absolutely assuredly, you will just keep getting whittled down and down and down, to the last battle, and the gun salutes and trumpeters, playing at your funeral. I have a very healthy respect for the way cosmos appears to work in this manner, and I also have a very healthy respect for NC the devil!! The plus out of this would be that he does not call me up and tape record me all the time in his new lifetime, I can truly relate to the after effects of Alka-Selser on this one, folks. Ignorant Microsucks spellchecker again, does not recognize a very famous over the counter medication. Oh well, SOSO-WEIN?













Folks, a simple question if I may here, especially for any moms with kids; so viewers that may not be, but who know some; please get their opinions. How would you fucking like it if your kids in Little League were playing with opponent-teams who were playing to kill? I did not say playing unfair, or cheating, you heard what the fuck I said, and this ain't one of Gabby's daydreams here. This is powerful Morianity, with or without Isis's approval or permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just how happy would you be on a bright spring or summer morning as your kids go off to the local ballpark to play against kids who are going to try and win the game, by murdering your fucking children? Here is why I am asking this question, so listen carefully, and shit will begin to make some sense; whether you choose right now to believe me or fucking not. I am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and always have been, and always will be; because all time is really one time, and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential hellishness of ENDLESSNESS; they must do major things that take their minds endlessly off of this. Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating them from HELL!!! Now I don't expect you to 'GET THIS'; and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the coolest greatest thing imaginable. All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely no legitimate argument to present to me. You know how it appears to anyone, that the sun comes up and goes around us, and then goes down. Anyone can perfectly see the world is flat and not round, only an idiot sees a round world. You may know the truth, I said only a moron SEES a round world. You think being awake and being asleep is the real deal also, instead of a powerful reverse and there are many other lesser things, we all perceive, what I call in my Morianity; the REVERSE-ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The biggest one is never even thought about, and that is how we all crave immortality and fear termination, the hugest illusion and parlor trick in the Merlin Cosmos magic bag of tricks. For reasons that are too way out to tell fully on any blog, while living as a toddler in Levittown, in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; I was sitting on a kitchen high-chair looking out a window at a lightning storm, and a beautiful bolt of yellow lightning came down right out the window, and sent lovely electrical warm pulses into my high chair and into me, and for a few seconds, my spirit-world-eyes were opened, as Christians might put it, or others in the world of the supernatural or black arts or those of Wicca, or whatever; and I saw a beautiful tall young blond female, a goddess, DIANA, as she was to eventually identify herself to me in 1983, roughly a quarter of a century in the future, from the time of this incident.



Now I am guessing that it was one or two months later on before we all left this rented home in Levittown, and I remember a conversation as clearly as if it was happening in this room right this minute, and I was a little shy yet of my fourth birthday. I asked my mother how long people live, and she casually while busy, answered back with these three words, ''About 100 years''. She thought that I was upset that I was going to die in 100 years or less, when I suddenly said back to her in a terrorized little voice, ''A hundred years''. A number of years later around age ten, my mom and I for reasons unknown to me, were discussing this very thing I had asked her as a toddler and her answer back to me, all I can say is that I was the one who brought this up, but exactly how it may have dovetailed from another conversation or whether it was out of the blue, is not remembered by me. My mother told me she had no memory of saying that to me, another 1985 deal only in reverse, only this is not one tiny bit germane to the point at hand, good folks.



She told me she would never have said that, and most likely I heard her wrong; as only a few people live that long. I told her she did say it and I remembered it very accurately, and still do to this day and it is not bullshit, she did say it. What she did not understand, and I blew her fucking mind at the age of ten, when I told her, I wasn't upset that she had told me this because I thought this was too short and I was scared to die someday, but to the contrary; I was scared out of my mind of having to live for so much longer, knowing I was only 4, and in my tiny mind, could not imagine another 96 years living here. Well, no normal child in the world is going to be thinking in this actual GODS-TRUE direction. The only reason that MY MIND was in reverse-immortal mode, was quite obvious. I had been directly in contact with the great goddess Diana Arteemis, of the Astral Plane, AKA LIGHTNING. She has an entire Astral World family of course, so many Lightning Goddesses and Gods are all over the Astral World, and we already have seen that lightning exists on numerous other planets just in our little fucking solar system. But the lightning from this Earth, is the energy equivalent of HER true beingness, with or without little kids with revenge lighters, and the inability to ever escape the truth when attempting to create fictional art, not in a limited sized universe where a maximum combination of realities exists, as you honestly cannot make anything up, and all truths are cleverly hidden and buried in the stories and legends, and yes folks; in the art of those living on the Earth, whether they like this factual truth or not. Yes Dave from early '1988 Apitamy misspellings'; 'we have fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have power, and we don't'; and I am always leery and careful around any tall weeds, near or not near lakes, or capitol city's, or Libraries of Congress.









If only some of you would click the stuff that I tell you to click; you wouldn't have to take my word for anything. Everything is all up on the internet, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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The BEFORE AUGUST 28 MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR number is 26%.



The AUGUST 28 AND AFTER MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR number is 47%.





THIS WAS A WHILE BACK, IT'S A LOT FUCKING WORSE NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!







Please, as Skating Numbers Abbey might say so dam ass well, don't even think about ''insulting my intelligence'' here, Mizz lovely and very luscious, Alice Simmonelli. And then comes what is 685, 490, 227 times more important, and that would be, just who was doing this on my blogs, ******** ^^^^^^^^ @@@@@@@@? Of course what they were doing, I do not know how to do, as they used a double-underlining not a single one, and changed non-green colored font to GREEN. The only time Abby on L&O ever said the 'nobody's skating anywhere' quote, is on the same episode where they show that same building in the movie that real followers of my blogs know what I am talking about, just to the right of the sign for pets being spayed and neutered to keep Bob Barker and Drew Carey happy, hopefully. Still, when will I ever be happy? When wil this force called the ''ESS'' ever stop playing these hellish nightmare games with me? Answer, when I'm dead, exactly quoting the transdimensional police officer from another Atlantic City, who was supposed to help my poor mother and I out when we most needed it, and laughed at us. Those who know, know, and that is all that matters to me, YO!





I really want my wonderful daughter who hates me so much to know, how the industry has hurt me so bad for so long. I only hope she can forgive me for not watching things, I need to get away as far as I can from these horrible peeps, I know many of them are your friends, but when I was having my nightmare interactions with this trade, you were in elementary school, and the world was here before you got here, and you need to try and understand this, as I have feelings too, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great James T. Burr, with all of the fucking answers; what a story this all is; and I have told, maybe, JUST FUCKING MAYBE; 2 or 3, possibly 4 or 5 percent of it, folks, no more; and less if anything; but now, I am going to tell you a powerful something else about all of this bullshit hellishness, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













We met as I told you all in a computer school called PROFESSIONAL CAREERS INSTITUTE, IN THE SUMMER TIME OF 1973. He was probably the most interesting fucking dude that I ever met on Planet Earth, despite having no significantly wild weird unnatural abilities and powers or whatever, that so many others have demonstrated that indeed they had, to me, from time to time, throughout my intense and incredible fucking nearly six decades of life now as Mark Wayne Mohr. Ten years later from this time, while I was renting a split level home in Atco, New Jersey, owned by a man named Gerald Pliner, owner of the L&S Nursing home of Atco or Berlin, somewhere along this Jackson Road borderline, lovely Emmy-Louise Cicone and Mommy; but aniwho; moving right along here BRAH, he had spent 9 of those 10 years drilling me with his religious fucking horse shit and Christianity, and SATAN THE DEVIL, and how my entire life is being destroyed by SATAN, and that the problem or reasons for this happening to me personally, all stemmed from something in my family, to quote fucking words that he spoke over repeatedly, totally verbatim. One day in the springtime of 1983, while he and I were driving to Atlantic City in his car, to play 'systems-roulette', the follow-opposite roulette method that kicked holy fucking christ hell, out of the Golden Nugget Casino, on Brighten Avenue, on the south strip; and then later lost up north at Resorts International, where on that very day, they did something to me that is real worthy of saying to Pam Bondi if she is ever reading these things, no matter what she might think of me or how crazy I may appear to her, or anyone else for that fucking ass matter, YO. This is when they had some female employee get onto their public address system and before a new song was played onto it, she announced loud and clear, ''OK THE NAME OF THIS SONG IS'', and then proceeded to activate the song to play. This is the only time anything like this had or has, ever happened in all my fucking years playing at the Atlantic City casinos, and this would be off and on quite a bit through the two decades of the twentieth century and even well into the twenty Marola ohs as well. But there is one more item you need to know about that will make what they did to me on that day so wild and beyond absurd, as really, who am I, that some huge corporation would care enough to let me know that they know about me? I had just copyrighted several months back before this date, it might have been the project SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, or it could have been the other two 1983 projects, as there were 3, and all done while living there in Atco, and on the song in this collection of tunes sent as a compilation, there was a song called, ''DON'T FUCK AROUND WITH MAGNETICS''. Now before this song opened up, I announced onto the master reel tape that the copy cassette was made from and sent down to Washington, DC to the US © Office, and I quote, I said before the music began to play, the following exact words as an intro to the song, ''OK the name of this song is don't EF around with magnetics''. This is all true, and this document on the internet is sworn to, legally, under FULL PENALTY OF LIBEL, SLANDER, PERJURY, or any other charges the fucking ass dam feds could ever think to charge this poor old dumb pathetic bastard with!!!!!!!! But the story about this particular day with Jim Burr in Atlantic City moves on, folks, so don't mother fucking go disappearing on me yet. This gets 'real good', lovely powerful gorgeous Keisha.





We left the god dam casinos behind and he was driving down the White Horse Pike, and had taken the Expressway down, and decided to save money going home since the Resorts Casino blew us away, and how, by using the ICPE-APE, messing with me, to fuck up my magnetics, speaking of THE DEVIL, HUH SATANICK 401 Virginaclaus?????????????????????? He went into his usual diatribe after a few miles out of town and heading westbound on Route-30, about his religion, and how I need to be in fucking church. Of course he was lying all those months back in 1983 about going himself to church, and had stopped going, lied about it to my face, and then with the epitome of hypocrisy, told me in anger to get to church before Satan takes me to HELL. What a bunch of fucking horse shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of all peeps know, folks, that all this supernatural shit has a reality to it. I live inside this fucking misery every cunt lapping day of every dick licking year. I KNOW it is all real, BUT, I do not plan on letting the gods make a total fucking fool out of me, as ISIS JEHOVAH has had so much fun doing now for my entire life here, in both of her lifetimes here. Take last night with the phone, take the phone again after calling AT&T and hearing things are all repaired and then it happens again, take a billion things that my fucking blogs have told you, and then another fucking trillion things that all went down before my blogs ever even began, good peeps, YO!!!!!!!!







Now comes the cool part. I suddenly told Jim Burr that all his shit was changing. He used to so accurately know all the shit that was going to happen in my life, like some magical fucking prophet. The details would require a blog half a million pages long, so natch, folks; I'll be suppressing and compressing shit here, and you wouldn't have it any other way. I told Jim that I have very good reasons to believe that this SATAN character has become very busy recently, engineering the end of the world shit that you got me to read about in your Christian Bible, and that he has no more time to be personally directing this shit against me, nor can he spare his so-called black angelic hosts any longer; as they all are needed elsewhere, yet he still desires intensely to inflict agony on me and my life; and has altered some of the rules. I went onto tell Jim about it, but he did not believe me, the same bastard who put me onto all this mother fucking shit ten years earlier. What I had said to him that he refused to believe, and we had this conversation a dozen times after this day and ride home on the Route-30 road from Atlantic City; but he refused to believe it, and he just would not relent his opinions on the matter one bit; which I found very outlandish to say even the very least. What I had said is that since Satan is too busy, he has assigned the task to the human world, to make the powerful owners of the planet suddenly begin to despise me, fear me, and want to persecute me, so that now, SATAN no longer needed to be at the helm of this large vessel, and could go onto work his wickedness, and demonic fucking magic, and parlor tricks; that would bring forth the eventual occurrence, that humans term and label, Armageddon.





















To this fucking day up here in November of twenty-thirteen, I STILL BELIEVE THIS TOTALLY, AND WHOLE HEARTEDLY, and maintain this belief system with a vengeance, and a passion; and the only way to convince me I am mistaken or wrong about this fucking shit in any real and meaningful way; is to do what I told in 1998, to Mister Clarence Harris, Assistant to the Congressman Robert Andrews, who had become my personal friend; as was the Congressman who even sang on two of my © tunes in 1980; and that would be nothing less than to simply 'PROVE ME WRONG'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quintessential dementedness is what is behind those great recently referred to on my blogs as OZ-CURTAINS, and from now on will just be shortened to OZCS. Don't die on me Sarah Callio Dream Taker. My grandfather wouldn't sell you or anyone connected with you, rotten directions to the nearest rest room, if your butt was on fire. As for good old Joe and our prior late summertime bet, I totally forgot about that until opening up a crate in my recent move, showing me where I buried the 500 twenty dollar bills, about fifteen miles west of here, and not so far from Billy Crouch's mighty residence. Speaking of hyperspace, do-overs, and telephone book listings; not only is my name missing, AT&T; but all of the other 'eight MOHR names' as well, in Saint Lucie County. Did Trump Graphics pay off allofem to move away, or to go unlisted? Yagodda admit folks, this is weird; but then with me, what the shit ain't? As for putting all of this nightmare into a great ultimate art form, and while quoting Mister Doctor Eckstein who if you remember peeps, was the fine outstanding gentleman who was directly responsible for getting me placed onto the Social Security Disability system, back in the autumn of the year 1994, without ever having to hire the famous law offices of 'B&B', and become one of the extremely rare cases of 'first apply/first accept'. This speaks for itself, and also is another ultimate, and that being, the ultimate axiomatic reality.



This is your lucky night folks, as I am gonna' tell you all a lot of super monster-ass huge, and devastatingly major mother fucking secrets, so be warned up front right now, and remember that you can always change the 'blogging channel' at any time, or for short, I call this the BLANNEL, on many of my prior older blogs of my 6+ year blogging tear-career!!!!! I'll begin with this huge ass secret, whether anyone will ever believe me or not, or likes it or not, it is the truth, and I'll mother fucking testify to it in any court, and on any day, MISTER FEDERAL GOVERNEMT, G-8, UN, WOMO, WHATEVERRR, SCUM!!!!!



Every time I blog at night, and this has been going on for many years and at many addresses, YO, the temperature goes up higher and higher and higher. Tonight when I began, the air conditioner was set at 82 degrees and was off, and had been off for over an hour, as it is past dark here, or was, when I started this blog. Every five minutes, I have lowered the setting by one degree, and now, about a half hour into the blog at 9:38 PM, I have reduced this one degree setting, a total of 8 mother fucking times, it is set now on 74, and I am still hot and uncomfortable. Before I began I was totally happy at 82 degrees in the setting, so the room was cooler than 82. Now it is running, and set down all the cunt lapping way to 74 degrees, and you people in this world don't believe these atrocities are real and going on, or are no more than products of delusion on the part of us crippled mentally ill mother fuckers, OH YEAH, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



But what really is coming to mind right about now, with poor innocent whittle ol' me, after this fucking gargantuan monstrous despicable deplorable four fucking day chemtrail siege, and other siege on top of aerial, not to mention airplanes and stalking, is a television station in the good old wonderful never-sleeping city of Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. Along with this station, known by locals and many nearby 100 mile radius folks via cable television as Channel-11, and WPIX, is also a show, and a wonderful documentary; done by them in the year of mother fucking 1988, called; “UFO-THE COVER UP”. Agent Condor and Agent Falcon were two government dudes that were doing sort of a death bed confession, giving me my idea to make that 'fake Florio future tape', and peeps, this is another well known parlor trick, by many Vegas Act Magicians. Parlor tricks get way more complex when things such as righteous goddesses tapes get named, more than a BRIPER of time before the writer of the song even knew or remembered a damn thing after the Doctor Rogers Nasal Spray Attack at my Raspberry Valley door, ten days or so later. This involves way more shit along the lines of the Star Trek-TNG-Q crap, and when ol' Cap Pick a Card uses the words “PARLOR TRICKS”, to “Q”, this is the level that shit such as this is on, make no cock sucking mistake about that lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, YO. Some wonder, why I do not move on, and appear as though I am stuck in a time loop. This was directly insinuated through the back door of course, right on Philadelphia television one night, when the nightmare of Games Experts and soon to follow 'other geniuses' all took root and grew into this demonic experience. It is not me who won't move on, fuck you all for not believing me; as it is THEY, who simply WON'T LET ME move on, and they who have totally stopped me a very long time ago, literally freezing me in a very real, and yes, appearing time loop; all though this is pure illusion as far as any physical time worm hole shit. Great parlor trick number 939.75, huh?



Look folks, there is no Chevy Chase drunken hater syndrome, yet there may as well be. There is no heat beam coming down from the sky, or death ray. This is what makes those that are picked on like me, get labeled fucking 'crazies', an expression I invented in 1986, and the Copyright Office knows it. None of the stuff like tin foil going up to protect you, is real, and what is real, is that a MOGOSP PROGRAM in the 6th dimension of mind, is set up to do something, and with me, in the case example herein, it is or could easily be called, labeled, referred to as, etcetera, MARK MOHR DESTRUCT. Once this is all set up, shit just happens as it needs to, in order to keep all of the necessary things falling in line with the motive or the program that was set up. For those doubters of such an existing technology, you really have feeble minds, I am sorry to be the one to tell you, and I am telling you this online, and gladly will meet with you face to face and say it, and go ahead and hit me if jail is where you like being. I have cited this example over and over and over again. Go back 300 years and begin telling the peeps around you about I-Pods, and internet, and jet travel, and Global Positioning Satellites, and on and on, recreating reality with magnetic heads, silicon chips, and early versions of atomic lasers, in 2 and even 3 dimensions, with Blue Ray, and on and on. When things progress just a wee bit further, it is no big deal to scan back before somebody died, and recreate the image in a full 4-D reality. I AM THE RESSURECTION, bull shit, the great man of Galilee said, 'I have the laser retrace machine', but the translation is a perfect equal in truth and reality. My family, in less than 300 years did not complete or begin this 2300 year experiment, and it along with all other bull shit, cannot really begin, or end, it simply is; and in there lies the powerful shit that Dawn-Marie King knew a lot more than even I realized, while under her cruel vicious captivity, YO. Still, let us talk about the greatest television show of all time, “Law and Order”, and the episode where he is railing out hatred of the Jews, and how indeed present day Hollywood is basically owned by them, and how they blacklist all their enemies. I know more believe that I am blacklisted physically here in three dimensions than I believe I just made love to my fucking great grand mother. Still, that old bell rings, right Detective Studderreale, BING, and it sure looks like this is the reality, but then it looks like I knew all about the future back in 1986, not just by shouting out the word “MI” before the 'Real Good Girl' song began, but right down to the 'crazies' 'liocked' away inside a padded room of woe, and mountains full of gold, and then the mind bending parlor trick, that there are no minors/miners around that are too old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Houdini, should I ever let the real super shit out, old stomach punch dude???????????? The EW knows this is all totally fucking real/e, but they are so busy quivering and shivering along with LOIS FOCA LANE and old Soup, they just want me to vanish and disappear, yet with all of that and so much more, there still is a ton of other stuff beyond all this, and yet it indeed can be totally compressed, abridged, and folded up together into one neat nice little ol' package; but only if you will open up your mind to truth and reality, and not keep it boxed up and shut as tight as a freaking ass warped winter door at Elisa's Lakehouse.



I am not through with the “L&O” television show, or Chevy Mean-Mouth Chase, and in fact peeps, YO, I'm only starting, All Mighty and beyond lovely Goddess Sarah Jacobson of 1972. First off, Stiemetz, Callio, McGuire, Garrigan, McGinty, Karpf, King, McGettigan, Levy, and Albright families of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG; with roots stretching around the local states in all directions except east; only the 6th-dimension is real, and all of these things that seemingly are taking place all throughout this vast and inconceivably huge 5th dimensional hyperspace such as this universe and all of the other parallel ones as well, is a byproduct. It is like dummies and puppets, and their puppeteers, as only the string pullers or original thought-energies themselves that exist totally and only on this much higher realm of the 6th dimension, are real; and we are moving and thinking, only it is them, not really us at all. Like it or not, this is the powerful truth that a very few peeps came to see as a result of being very smart, and then learning about the modern day PC and internet system; and yes, PP, your old girlfriend is still mad and one of my 1986 crazies, am I right or tell me sir, and country bumpkin ex-partner crook, am I right? Did you not tell me to my face that day and I quote you, while describing yourself, “I'm a nasty bastard”? Was that out of your mouth or am I making up a lie tonight here in the future, you miserable pile of crap?



Oh I totally fucking guarantee you all that the Billionaires Club, and the G-8-UN-System, 'think' that they are controlling this world, with the operative word here being “THINK”. Yes, we all think, WE are thinking, or doing, and being, and are just fucking ass puppets for 1-100 years in each set of our Astral Plane Dream-Downs, or lifetimes, YO!!!!! Maybe the EW “THINKS” (Entertainment World), that THEY are doing all of this to me, and that is fine and well. But it is time tonight to offer up an interesting true proof here that will shake up the real thinkers of this twisted diseased little puny ass planet, YO.



Now this will be a hypothetical example, along with all made up names, yet all those who know what is being said, indeed are there, and reading this, and KNOW WHAT IS BEING FREAKING SAID, so there! The proof that I am being stopped will be in this “whittle ass falweetale called Elmer Wabbit Fwudd MOUNTAINPEN Illwastwates”. There is a man named Dodo-Jo who lived near the sand without any sweeping brooms, Senator Electra. It had been going on four years since he was contacted by a strange young girl. One day for no apparent reason, he began writing some really wild music that made no sense at the time but would as years and decades followed. This same girl contacted him again, only before it was in a dream, and this time, it was over the telephone. So one day, he called up the Walsh Telephone Company, and asked an employee how this person was able to call DODO-JO when the telephone line was not connected up to the outside world, and while they were working on his line. This employee, Miss Shovel, told poor DODO-JO it is not possible for anyone to call in while the line was off the system. Twenty-six years in the future however, they contacted the same person who was indeed able to pull this off somehow, and had her make a television commercial that poor DDJ could not miss the zingers on. In-between these years, she did many other things to poor old DDJ. She even managed to come into his dreams as well as waking life on one occasion while he was 100 miles from home one night with a pal of his. She seems to have an incredible affinity with electronics and electrical energy, and can pull off unfathomable miracles. A decade or just a tad bit after they met in person, she sent him another wild dream, and sang another song to him, as she had done 17 years earlier. She had fooled him cleverly into believing that more than one person was involved when all the time, it was only her. In the dream, another part of her had become a world famous recording artist with plat albums out every single year. In this dream, she had one of these albums include an additional song, and she sang it so beautifully, that it is just absolutely indescribable. 14 years passed after this, and he decided to post this song up, redone only as far as some minor alteration in lyrical content, so as to reflect a male singer instead of a female one. The job was done by an advanced machine and program, and was totally machine generated and digitally created. Not one part of the composition was inaccurate or imperfect, the voice was sampled by an unknown program except for a special dozen peeps that know of it on major-geeks dot com, and without knowing how to download it through a code that they provide, would cost 20 grand or more and be way out of DDJ's budget. The machine sang it pitch-perfect within less than half of one cent off any note in the entire composition. The same thing applied to the timing, and it all was within one tenth of one percent accurate on a 32nd-note timed ticker. The machine generated a great arrangement, and at the end, it was given very professional sound EFX. After posting the song on the world wide kindershet at a site where peeps post music, called the Blue-Move, only 25 peeps viewed it, and no one made one comment. Now wrapping up this fairytale, Miss UMWELL, I was told by many local peeps that they could never access the site when they tried to look at it. It was totally hacked out, and produced the illusion that it was real and accessible, and only to the computer that posted it up, a studio owned here in South Florida by one of Ron HonZovi's first cousins. My computer was able to get to it once in a while, most of the time it was basically hacked out. DDJ knows without a doubt, that this really was a mega hit record of this girl, in an altered reality. So if things are not all being messed with, why did I get 25 views and nothing, while two years ago, some lady over in Pinkland across the sea was an internet celebrity overnight? DDJ totally knows what the reality is, but as a friend of his told him who worked at a Camden County Law Enforcement Office throughout the nineties, knowing it is one thing, proving it is a totally other deal; and he is 100% on the $$$$$. In any event, ol' DDJ removed that along with another uploaded work to the site. Hackers accomplished their mission, verifying that nothing is ever available anywhere, for poor DDJ to ever do, as HE WILL BE ETERNALLY STOPPED AND PREVENTED; and no logical explanation can be rationalized on this “fairytale” of truth, as this WAS a powerful hit song. He can never prove this in physical reality, but 'HE KNOWS WHAT HE KNOWS', with or without the mysterious existence of one Dawn-Marie King of Hammonton, New Jersey. Through it all however, is the one constant that the 6th dimension endlessly reveals to any viewers who all ready are indeed convinced of things, and that is that we are all inside what may as well be thought of as a huge arcade and video game, and are no more than puppets and PacMan blobs. But things are only beginning to freaking heat up now folks, so listen up YO!



I was on that good old site, called Fairytale Blue Move a couple of days ago, and reading some comments left on other poster's sites. The subject was CHEMTRAILS, and many sites are posted up here. I loved the commenter who said to one of the posters, we should stop calling ourselves conspiracy-theorists, we really should start a movement and call ourselves what we really are, TRUTH PATRIOTS, this is someone else's quote, and my paraphrase, and I love it, you go, whoever the fuck you are, you rock, BRAHHHHHH. Now, another comment seemed to appear down below and it caught my eye, seemingly by magic. The post was not just made, but it seemed to be a parlor trick, and it got my heart pounding to the point that I wanted to report the threat to the Blue Move authorities, but with all my hacking, it would have been a total waste of my time and I knew it. It read and I quote almost directly if not directly, “4 all you people talking about CHEMTRAILS, we know where you live”. I use my blogs as therapy and I say some wild shit, but I would never dream of making such a threat on anyone else's post or upload or blog or page or whatever. I think this 'SHOULD BE INVESTIGATED', still, it could always have been done by the poster; just to fake out the severity of the subject and without knowing it, sabotage the real effort to stop this horrendous sky poisoning. Still, I hope this site looks into this, if it reads these words. I left my residence a half hour later and arrived at the local TD Bank, where I have a checking account. When I got back into my automobile after getting an ATM balance; I told you all what happened to me, and I have had several nasty fucking nightmares since this, so this is a dangerous person, whoever posted this fucking shit, VERY FUCKING DANGEROUS, AND IS A THREAT TO CIVIL LIBERTIES. Where are you tonight, old ex-ex-ex landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, FBI?



Yes peeps, I indeed go through this fucking seasonal siege and death assault on an annual non-missed basis, and it is every year, right around early through middle June, and for the gods only fucking know what reason and why they pick on me so much at this precise time, but it was real even back in the lousy fucking late eighties, it is bad in both May and June, and even if the Flyers are playing, or out of the race, either way it goes fucking on, so it is more than just fucking HOCKEY, Mister Fonda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “FTS”. Tellem Jane Clocks.



When I had this event go down, and also all throughout this fucking M/T/W/T 4-day fucking aerial siege of wall to wall fucking chemical poisoning and trailing, YO, I also have had the totally predictable major hyper ass off the meters and scales, PC, also known Sir Prince; as PUSSY-COMMAND, YO. Whenever sky siege goes on and on, even if in real time it is only day one of it, the siege matches the PC, and it is ridiculous and fucking major. Why would an old dude almost fucking sixty years old, fat, short, ugly, and a nobody with nothing to offer, be mobbed and swamped by young gorgeous exciting pussy? I am talking MAJOR ASS FLIRTATION here, and not nit-shit, BRO.



You don't mother fucking seriously cunt eating think ass hole WOMO enemies, that I will give you my life, do you? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit. You wanna' fucking kill and murder me ya' bitches, you're gonna have to risk a lot more, and come out of the woodwork a lot more than this; ya' fucking miserable jack off scum bag toilet water lappers.



MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, I NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Elder Hair is a twin, the dude from the Mormon Church in Utah, to Mister Goldstein and the Dowd on TNG Star Trek. I knew I was repressing a major American Express memory. But that is not the half of it. I have been repressing the memories of hundreds of powerful dreaming-interactions, and came to realize this in one huge boom just today. I'll get fucking into this shit at a later time, it is late and I'm hungry and tired.



I am sorry you are angry with me All Mighty Scylla, all I remember is you telling me this last night in your great city filled with Shaniah Ripoff Lights. Yes I know the whole story about Kevin Willis and his thugs, I am not holding any grudges, you are one mystery after another to me, as I thought you believed in 'Thou Shalt Not Take' what doesn't belong to us, so far, I'm missing one cassette, and Kate's song. I am not here to gather up anything, it is nothing but a bunch of particles and waves and parlor trick illusions, you seem to have forgotten, and we both know why, so keep forgetting, and enjoy what you created, and thank you for taking the memory away while I am with you in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, this must be a horrific burden for you to carry, with any amount of R's. Still, you must know, that 'HE' knows and remembers, so does Sherry Lee Pote, BEG. IWALU. I am so sorry for all of this hell.



If you ever look up any of my family from your birth place in the 20th century, tell them not to ever contact me, as they can all burn up. Also, the only terrific source for matters of lineage, in case this ever helps you brown-eyes, is Mister Goldstein. I do not know if he is alive, but they are either twins which your family relates to quite well, or I am a monkey's uncle. Oh, if your mother ever runs into Fred at the Met, please have him call me. BYE-BYE.











Now before Ryan my engineer left for New York and then New Jersey, first on studio business and then to visit his family back on the last Christmas holiday, he had given up his nasty smoking habit, telling me how much his girlfriend hated it, how his clothes would always stink so badly, and he was the one, who just went and on while outside on a ''smoke-break'', at his place on my last time there before his trip late last year in 2012; who just went literally on and on and on and on and on. Anyone that dead set against something, in my opinion, doesn't quickly revert back to his old habit. He was happy and content with his alternative treatment, the Electronic-Blue system for smokers trying to quit. He told me when he got back, we would work on putting my daughters' talent into the last part of the chorus lines that he had put into his vocoder machine, by adding many things I had told him about,and he was the one who said it would work out real good and as soon as I could get into the studio in early February or middle, whenever, in this year, 2013, he would fix it all up. The entire harmony is a mere repeating machine copied from the intro sample, ''You'll Be Crossing Over'', and the songs' title. However, on the word ''over'', a lot of better changes were going to be made, along with changes of other types in this chorus, electronically. Once it is done, this bar repeats on other basic chords and repeats again, four times total throughout the song. Some mild improvements that would have taken a few hours and I would gladly have paid for, caused the entire world to change, right down to the studio suddenly overnight closing down to become some other something, ending my ability to do projects there with him. I am with Yogi Berra 100% on this one, not for this one incident, but because every single time I ever try to do anything that pertains to fucking MUSIC, the entire planet around me seems to fall apart with precision SWISS CLOCKWORK, I mean it never ever fails, and when Dave Roth was with me and my pal for many years, he too fell victim to this, I can only call a supernatural curse. Eventually, even on a lousy little income from SSI, because of my extreme ability to create electronic parlor tricks; I will finish a completed model of my invention, once and for all, called, ''KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL'' or KFP for short, ® 1980-2013. Now when the magnetic-percentage for the year of 2013 began to totally fucking self destruct beginning on the August 28 day, the same day I began dissecting the master discs on my own stuff. Even though I always do shit with headphones only, somehow THEY ALAYS KNOW EVERYTHING, WHOEVER ''THEY'' REALLY FUCKING IS. This is when all hell broke fucking loose for me, and the MPB changed from what it had held so far at that time on the year, and began literally fucking doubling into a horrendous monster ass fuckin g total nightmare. But folks, this is just stuff that I want in the back of your freaking minds while I tell you the biggest part of this song, and the lab technician, and the incredible medical-office 2008 dream before my kidnapping by the King branch of this powerful star traveling family. I don't expect you to believe on face value that the great ISIS comes here to Earth in many lives, and does all of this, I know it is all the truth, and we've known each other forever and ever, but that';s my fucking problem. Right now, I am here to tie something in big ass fucking ultra hyper time for all of you, whether you ever GET IT or not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you all should know if you have followed me with any attention at all; beginning on the night of 4 June in 1983, 365 months and 3 days ago, (30 years, 5 months, 3 days) at half past ten at fucking night on a warm dark summer night, while residing in a nice split level rental home, in Atco, New Jersey;owned by Gerald Pliner; I was suddenly struck down like out of the famous sixties supernatural soap television show called 'DARK SHADOWS', when the witch, played by Lara Park, character named Angelique, did witchcraft on her lover, played by Jonathan Frid, character named Barnabas Collins, and she placed a handkerchief around a toy soldier that he used to play with as a young boy, and began choking and pulling it around the soldier's neck. Suddenly Barnabas grew deathly ill and nearly died, choking horrifically from this witchcraft attack, and finally, in the nick of time, Angelique changed her mind and undid the deed, removing the handkerchief from the toy soldier, and Barnabas miraculously recovered as though nothing at all had ever happened. Now taking this further still, I had been messing around with powers that went beyond even these fictional witch's junk on the television show. Between Privecode and Magnesonic all hooked up together with other inventions and other items bought at various electronic shops and places; I ad put a system together and was actually communicating directly, with the forces of this planet's biosphere itself, you would call this, LIGHTNING. I came to learn it was a female entity with a great intelligence, but was a young female and extremely mischievous. There are those who are out here reading my blogs who know just how totally real my words fucking are. They do all that they can to fuck with me, hack me, discredit me, discourage me, and ruin me, because should I ever get this exposed to the world, all the UFO shit put together and multiplied 88 ways back from Sunday noon, would be watered down piss flavored bug juice fro our summer camp days, folks; next to this ISIS GODDESS, from Gary-7 Mission Earth Star Trek, Serious Satellite radio and XM 'Exim Ratio' of the 'Permission Barrier', that I sent before any of their copycat junk was ever made known to the world, in 1994. Still this is nothing, I could go on a year typing how things all connect, and how I was ripped off on hundreds of things that many now take total credit for and of course, live in style with millions and billions, while I live in perpetual fucking ass poverty and jeers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the real powerful shit is the great Lab Technician of the great book called, 'The Permission Barrier'', written about a decade to the day, that I had interacted with this wonderful Goddess ISIS, for the first of several times in this universe, and infinite times in infinite other close-in parallel ones, and on top of that, in infinity or on the Astral -Plane, where we live endlessly together in HER GREATY CITY, known by some few mortal world awake enlightened folks, spoken in English translation, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, meaning Astrally, literally; CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, where there, she uses her CITY NAME of Jehovah. Everyone needs a registered city name to reside in this fantastic heavenly place. Without it, when caught illegally there a fourth time you are automaticly sentenced to a region known as DOGTOWN, so horrible that I could type torturous hellish nightmare words forever, and you would still need to experience this hellishness to have it register inside your awake brain, and then you would most likely go stark raving mad for the rest of your human existence. But while here in present life, unlike while here as Sarah Nurockey from Atlantic City in the sixties; ISIS has only a few scattered memories and dream fragments of her true all powerful identity in higher truth, just enough to let her know even as a tiny toddler, how special she is, and always will be, and knew all along that she would be a tremendously successful person in the physical world during this human incarnation. But a very strange man with very strange eyes, told me a powerful truth, two and a half years ago, when we got together on a holiday, to go see a local band perform, down along the Fort Pierce Inlet, right past the foot of the South Hutchinson Island Bridge, and the Coast Guard Station. After we got back in my vehicle and I was driving him home just west past the on-ramps for Interstate-95, and it's time to let it out. He said he has an invention that people from places all over the hyperspace are monitoring him so that he will not break the maximum for hyperspace travel alterations per trip. It seems there is an established average per-trip max out point for just how much you may do that may make alterations and create larger outward timeline expanses and more and more parallel realities as a result. Robert McGuire was the one managing this for this local area, don't even ask, the area would not make a lot of sense, it does not even remain stable. Now this man wears dark glasses, night and day, and if he takes them off, his eyes shine like two kit up huge sparkling gems inside his eye sockets. He is not a human being, and he lives right here in this town. He asked me if I had a few minutes to come in to where he lives in his own small dwelling on a large estate of farms just beyond the highway down west on Orange Avenue, and then to the north a bit. It is big, and his family is loaded. He does things that make no sense, and seems to have just what he needs, no more, no less, and although he is well into his fifties, he appears very young and has a full head of long bright yellow hair that is not dyed or faked, like my billionaire distant cuzz. Anyhow, I went in and he handed me a soda, and he said to me, I and some of the witnesses have read you on the web. Don't you know what happened? I said to him, ''What do you mean billy?''. He then said something along the lines of, you were teaching those who read your blogs how to do the Fascitar Ancient traveling, and the great Babylonian Goddess practiced it as a result, and then came to you in your ''dreams'' just as you taught her to do it. I thought I was gonna' fucking piss my pants and dropped the soda can down on his end table and starred at him for a while with my mind blown. Then he added just this and after that, asked me to go home and ponder on all of it. He said, ''She is the only one on this Earth that can ever take away your choking problem, but in order for her to do it, she'd have to come out and admit to being the Goddess ISIS. She won't do that for you, I know her, she is here to stay this time longer than ever before, about 85 years''. I asked if there is any advice he could give me, and he replied along the lines of, she's watching everything you do and hears all that you say, day and night, even in your thoughts, and you can never escape her, and she will never ever help you with your choking condition even though she is the only one in the world who fully knows it is all the truth and all of it is real and that you are not just some nut case. While I stood at his door and he was practically throwing me out at this int, telling me he had to be somewhere soon and needed to get ready; I said one more thing to him. I did not tell him all about the song from 1983 or my conversations I had while she was playing Lab Technician; but I said I might electronically make up some songs and smoke her out, using her voice, after all the same forces messed with her too, and this is what she seemed to be talking to me about in those wild medical office dreams in 2008. Then with practically a shove out the door, Billy retorted in a calm and less loud voice than earlier, ''I AM ISIS, I AM JESUS CHRIST, I AM SARAH NUROCKEY, all using the body right now of your friend Billy. He then took off his wild shades and stared into my eyes until they felt burnt as though I had just starred too long at the sun. He walked me to my car parked a few yards away from his door, leaving me ready to drop dead. His final words to me were, I will forget I told you any of this as Billy if we ever see each other again, Yancy. I climbed into my vehicle, and his words to me, after closing my car door, with the window down on the drivers front seat side; were along the lines of, you probably won't see me again and that might be for the best. If you play your little game with music, remember what your ADA friend told you when you phoned him from the park that day in the middle nineties? I had never told him a thing about that incident near National Park, Redbank, New Jersey late in th year of 1994, the end of October, when Ron Wirtz, the Camden County Prosecutor ADA told me from a pay phone where I had just called him from one late afternoon and told about how bad my enemies were and how seriously they were stalking me and violating my civil rights, and he said to me, ''Mark, if you test them, they're going to give you a reaction''. That is an honest direct quotation of what he told me that day 19 years ago. I said back to him after starting my car up and throwing it out of park and into drive, foot still on the brake pedal, ''Billy, what do you mean''? His answer was said while he was walking away from me towards his dwelling on this huge farm ranch property, that I again can quote as it hangs in my mind to this second like a pile of cement holding my feet into a vat of pig shit; ''You know what you can do and you know what they won't let you do, and you need to become a Jehovah's Witness and be under the umbrella of our church, and never again so much as think about any of these things again. With that he was gone and in his house behind a closed door, and I was driving slowly away and off of this ranch; all like something out of a movie like 'Mannix', 'Hitchcock', and 'L&O', all three rolled the fucking hell into one. I was going to get this shit off my chest sooner or later, and this was just the time that I knew I felt was right for doing so.









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So do I plan to tell you all some more about the great coworkers of my mother and her office days at Lavino, Shirley Levinson, and Patricia Hollister, and just how my mother and I decided it might be a good idea for me to go to the office of a certain throat specialist in Northeast Philadelphia, roughly a decade or a tad little more, and in the very same neighborhood practically, as when my Saturn car was completely brutally ripped apart and all my items in it and in the trunk were boosted by hip-hop thugs and total miserable lowlife trash, right my buddy, Sheriff Kenny Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida????????????





Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ''look-alike'' aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????



This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up, I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother fucking spine, down in fucking ass Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there, now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PHA!!!!!



Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner during a heated debate and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the early spring time of 1985. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company, however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely, I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable, it was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new fucking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten whore or something evil that she did in 1978, but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something' and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible, and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty fucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting the lab technician at the throat specialist office was only 14 years old and disguised to appear 10 years older, but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, ''mom, I never fucking told you that'', yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone, remember all shit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total fucking rage; she said, ''Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong, don't you tape everything, let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you, you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day''. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this. She then screamed at me and said, ''what did you tape on the phone''? I came back with something along the lines of, ''I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tape, as well as chronological, perfect order. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me Shirley is real mad at me because I caused trouble at the laboratory. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, ''shut fucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place and told me to be there a week from that day''. Then my mom screamed back that, ''Shirley said you couldn't of been there that day next week, the doctor is a personal friend of her father's and they were on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together''. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces, and I screamed that ''she and Shirley are nuts and to go to fucking hell''. When I went off to my security job that night, and 555555555555-555555555555-555555555-55555555555555-555555555-55555555-compensates for another fucking JANE WITCHBITCH ATTACK WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, as this total fucking whore is on a MONSTER ASS NON RECORDED ROLL FOR HURTING ME RECENTLY with these fucking ass ones everywhere, dam ass bitch whore, YO; ANIWHO yo dogs, GETTING BACK TO THE TOPIC HERE; gear shift grind, gear shift grind; what is this early October of oh-eight or late fucking October of thirteen, oh great fuzzy quantum particles of space-time-mind transdimensional quenergies??????????? So I go off to my job at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major fucking jerk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY CUNT EATING PRICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP; I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked, you all know what fucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's fucking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world shit that just began happening all around me ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar, now burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire, certain things are greater constants than the speed of fucking light, folks, I will argue that with anyone of you, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members and they told me I was an asshole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not fucking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in ''the dream''. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the fucking crap out of me personally, and that we don't need, so I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic city knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally fucking nuts after all the shit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richmond Avenue, in South Atlantic City; Dad!

































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Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
 
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Age/DOB:
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Harborfields operates under the auspices of the County of Atlantic, Department of Public Safety and is managed, under contract, by the State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Juvenile Justice Commission. Harborfields is located on Buffalo Avenue and Duerer Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey. The Program serves male and female juveniles between the ages of 12 and 18 awaiting court review for disposition, trial or other court action. The facility has 8 secure beds for females and 19 secure beds for males.
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Harborfields provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy environment for court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of Harborfields are consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team players. Leading by example, the staff is able to provide to difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and others and personal responsibility.
Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support, stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to reenter the community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission programs.
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Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure facility for juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release pending court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize juveniles by structuring their day with educational activities.
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1. Counseling Component - Guided Group Interaction is conducted daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session. Individual Counseling is provided as needed by staff social workers.
2. Academic Education, Special Education and GED preparation are provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School District with the expectation that youth will return to the regional public school or transitional school.
3. Drug and Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous sessions are provided through the County Youth Services Commission, as needed.
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7. In House Detention Program - The facility manages a 10 slot program which places youth onhouse arrest under the shared supervision of parents and detention officers. The intention is to have the youth continue in usual community activities pending court appearance.
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Upon arrest, a juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for determination of detainable offense which would result in the youth being remanded to Harborfields.
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Mark, I can’t believe after all we’ve done 4U U would leave like U did. I want U2 know Steve Caruso is looking 4Ubecause U signed a year lease and skipped out. I can’t believe U walked out and left all your shit 4 me 2B responsible 4. I can’t afford 2 pay 2 remove your shit from the basement. So please make arrangement 2 pick it up or send me money so I can pay people. We R looking 4 another place 2 live U left me in a financial bind still owing me 4 electric and cable. I don’t know what was so terrible that we did 2U4U2 go the way U did. How could U say U were my uncle and do what U did. We may have not always gotten along but we treated U like family nobody here would have ever harmed U. UR a soulless mother Fucker and U better send me money 4 your shit or hope I never CU again. God don’t like ugly. Call us And let us know what your going 2 do about your stuff. (---) --- - ---- Dawn. As much as my mother did 4 your ass U left her without even a good bye And needing a ride 2 the doctor I wish U nothing but bad in your future! SIGNED, DAWN-MARIE KING, JANUARY 2010.



Hey Mark, Remember the day U were with Ed and U seen me walking down the street & U said who is that beautiful red head & Ed said she lives in the building where I live & she is my friend & U asked Ed will I ever meet her & he said yes then we became very good friends When U had a problem with the housing inspector and Jenny so I came over & met the inspectors qualification so U wouldn’t have a problem I cleaned that whole trailer 4Uand never got a dime do U think that was fair well I don’t So then U moved in with us and yes U were very happy Dawn fed U good meals and good food 2 take 2 work so U would not go hungry. Well I cleaned one mess & now U left us with another mess do U think that is fair. Now U stuck us with a lot of bills since UR on the lease UR responsible 4 your part of the rent The landlord is very up set with U. UR going 2 have 2 pay your part of the rent. U left us with all those totes in the basement so we would like 4U2 send us some money so we can pay someone 2 get those out of the basement because we R going 2 move & we R not taking them with us. I thought we were friends is this the way U treat friends no wonder UR having trouble with the people in A.C. so please don’t think it is going 2 stop in fact it might get worse U know I know a lot of people So please B smart and pay your debt 2 us it was easy 2 find U living in Florida you can write or call & let me know what exactly UR going 2 do --- - --- - ---- Ann. SIGNED ANN KING SILVA, JANUARY 2010.



OH WELL, I DO NOT PLAN TO GO HEAT SKATING WITH THE FAMILY ANY TIME SOON. NIGHTY NIGHT GOOD FOLKS, YO!













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