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NOVEMBER 30, 2013,

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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























I TOLD YOU THE MAYOR WAS SHADY, JENNIFER”





















Thank the great state of Missouri and their great Disbelievers Club, for all of this hell; my friends!!!!!























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I had nasty air siege, while out on a few small errands, right after the market could not sustain their stinking rotten bullish momentum and closed just past one yesterday, many loud planes stalked me, and this has been back again for some time, both while outside, as well as inside here at my apartment, FAA director and FBI, and ACLU, and all other agencies.




TO ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THE EVIL WOMO-MILITUFORCE SCREWED MY ENTIRE NOVEMBER MONTH TO HELL. THESE MONSTER HORRIBLE ENEMIES POURED ON A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT, AS BAD AS 1987, ALL LAPPING OVER AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!











I have been the victim of sexual abuse by women since I was fourteen years old in the great summer of love, well, even before that, come to think of it, at the Trinidad Motel on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, in 1967. My cousin Sandra Mason, daughter of my Aunt Geraldine Snow who married my mother's brother, Stuart Huntington Mason; was all part of shit that she is totally unaware of to this day, and is better off not knowing. I was told by family, that her memories were beginning to be effected by some illness, right around the time I was asking lots of questions about Atlantic City and Sarah Krassle, towards the end of this nightmare period of 1995-2003.There is no time for any STROKE BREAK, WITH AN ELECTRIC SCREW!!!!!!!













Good folks, bare with me. This blog will tell and show things, that are far from pleasant. Live with it. I sure have to, in the name of the powerful ugly gods.











This light-bulb-hack is a real pain in the thrill pack. I learn to live with all of my hell, as was just spoken about. The reason the stock market shot up was because my blogs at the blogger dot com website will not post up the way they used to, just poof, out of the blue. They have no quality, no color, no photos are posting, it is some hack. If all this was just the site having issues, it would be courteous of them to post a notice so that all ready paranoid bloggers don't get themselves all worked up into conniption fits.





I am in fucking agony, emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually, financially, ritualistically, and in any possible other way that is imaginable. I could strain my ears for fifty years, and hear no tears. I no that nobody anywhere could care mother fucking less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Back in the middle twenty-ohs somewhere, I was on my phone to my social worker who was actually classified as my Job Coach, back in New Jersey. Under my mentally disabled type of Social Security benefits, I am permitted to see without charge, shrinks, as well as people such as this. In this case, this was a location in South Atlantic City called the Providence House, filled with real fruit cake nut cases cubed, that would make me look dam every day normal in comparison. My particular case worker was a nice lady by the name of Jennifer Washburn, without any Watson clues or washcloths involved in the mix, praise Goddess!!!!!!!!!!



I had told her all about several branches of this powerful deadly WASHCLOTH FAMILY, most especially the Callio and the McGuire clans; and also told the problems that I had with the Beach Control Lifeguard force, or the ACBP. This is before they really got me again, on the morning following my trip into queens, New York, to the JFK Airport, to take Dawn King's husbands' brothers, so they could fly back to Guatemala, where this branch of this mighty awesome family, hailed from. I told how I almost was raped by a giant worker at the airport who seemed to fall in love with me on sight for no reason at all, as she was only half my freaking age, and could have entered a national beauty competition, so why fall for shitty ugly me? Anyway, the next day I needed to swim, and was messed with by the ACBP, and my blogs all tell this story in full detail from late in September in 2008, you simply need to archive them. My entire ugly hellish nightmare story is all up here, ladies and gentlemen, I keep no secrets around here, my life is an open book, for all of these duosh bags to peep in and look; or so went my song lyrics on my music project in 1986, containing several songs, and the title track was called, ''REAL GOOD GIRL''. I need not paste it in, but may later on someday, when and if I so desire to do, for reasons that pertain to my persecution that will go on until the mother fucking day that I die, lovely Amy, with or without pies, or your lovely powerful steroidal muscles!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for translating the great flower song, Joe Flash Berrios. But why after that did you damage my automobile, and secretly bug me and record what I said, as Nate the Resident Manager told me he saw you do in late 1989 or early ninety thereabout, what gives here, my bratha????????????? Well folks, the real question is not that, we all should know what is happening here,not that most of you do who follow my pitiful blogs. Well there is a place called THE BRIGGBASE; only it is not a place, but an Astral-Plane Condition-Interaction; or for short, it is an APCI, pronouncing this as an 'APPKEY', may be done if wish to do this, good folks!





This is no ordinary 'place'. It is the scariest part of the Astral Plane except for unfathomable hellish DOGTOWN. They are very similar to a modern day military base that is far larger than the entire planet we all exist on physically. They have several leaders who are in charge of running what on Earth would appear to be ''daily operations''. One of these entities, is the man who here in our waking world, is the mighty multi-billionaire and very distant cousin through seven wild marriages from 200 years ago, Mister Donald Trump. This is where this prick tortured me horribly many tens of thousands of years ago and I think even remembers it as I do, the prick; and forced me to bring him here, into the body that he now is in total snatched control over, and has been since early in the nineteen-eighties, using secret technologies accidentally discovered by me using tape recorders and other mysterious items all put together in ways this blog would never feel comfortable imparting all of the details about.





Yes folks, I said I would go back to the start of 1977.

So indeed folks, just where have all of the TRUTH-PATRIOTS all gone to, and when will any of us ever learn anything????????????????????????? Maybe after Peter, Paul, and Mary, and Potpuff pet dragon; all blow away in the next wind storm, huh, Florida-AG, Pam Bondi, mahm!









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We were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown and on their own,Margie Leo, yeah sweetie, give me and my wild imagination a total break, or cut us one, back in 1985 at Caldor-113, WO! People must take me for the world's biggest fucking idiot, huh Joan Lapplane? You were right all along, maybe, effortless withdraws all notwithstanding, Electron-Lifeguard-1995, I just may well be the BIGGEST FOOL IN THE WHOLE DAM POOL, all along, after-all, I let some powerful fucking shit all get past me at this place, and at this time in my life, huh Style Court Cousins?


























































NOW HERE IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO FOLKS. CLICK BELOW ON THE WORD ''DOW'', IT IS IN blue font, just to the left of a GREEN ARROW POINTING UPWARD.

Now, simply click on the bullet area after the DOW JONES CHART comes up, that will show you a three month chart, it shows this as ''3m''.





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be stared at by fucking poor old whittle pathetic cursed nightmare me!!!!!!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.



JANE, IF WE EVER MEET, RUN, BITCHWEEDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I AM RANCID and torrid hot, SQUARED, folks!!!!





Dawn-Marie King said it better than I ever will be able to ladies and gentlemen, ''GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY''.













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So tell me you genius gurus out here, for someone who goes out of their way a trillion mother fucking ways back from Sunday every single day, NOT TO SEE ONES, why then does this happen, and has this successfully happened for 15 years now, shortly after Jane's monstrous attack on me with that clock shit at the Atlanta, Georgia Braves Baseball Park in 1993? WHY???????????





bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it!





I will fight the good fight, with all Paul's, all Paula's, and all anyone else's, and wish so bad to be proven wrong and given a real down to Earth way of seeing all this shit with me. The problem is that no one can prove me wrong, it has been tried over and over by lots of great peeps who just could not stand it and gave up and then distanced themselves from me out of pure fear. I cannot blame them. Who else talks to Lightning? Who else can make the weather change or start horrific earth surface disturbances any time they so choose to do? I have no fucking energy left for 'any of that stuff' any more, so cut me a break, please, oh great 1985 Margie Leo. Thank you girl! Life sucks, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













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OH WELL, AT LEAST THE VIEWERSHIP DOES KEEP ON MOVING ALONG. THEY STOPPED ME LONG AGO FROM GETTING ONTO THE MOTHER FUCKING TELEPHONE AND CALLING PEOPLE IN MY CIRCLE WHO UNDERSTOOD WHAT I WAS GOING THROUGH, ONE BY ONE THEY LOST INTEREST, GOT TOO BUSY, RO MOVED FAR AWAY OR DIED OR WHATEVER, CONGRESSMAN. NOW AT LEAST, I CAN GET THIS HELLISH SHIT OFF MY CHEST AND KNOW AT LEAST A FEW FOLKS ARE INDEED HEARING AND LISTENING. ANYTHING IS A LOT BETTER THAN NOTHING, ACTUALLY MATHEMATICS PROVES THAT ANYTHING IS INFINITELY BETTER THAN NONE AT ALL, SO SMILE POOR PATHEITIC MOUNTAINPEN, WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A FACE THAT WORKS A LITTLE BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





THE DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET, DAY AFTER DAY, AFTER DAY; IS AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AKA BALL CRIME DEAD-CHORD CRIES!! If only someone would help.



No, they won't or they can't, or 'whatever' Bob Andrews, old buddy from the long ago world. BUT

THAT is why I DON'T FUCKING VOTE IN THIS COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!! I do not believe in your rotten system. My persecution is real and not imagined, AND THEY ALL KNOW IT, and they LAUGH AT ME, and just let me suffer and die; so just don't expect great things said about you, from me, USA! It simply will not be coming!!!!!!!! SORRY.











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ANYONE CAN CHECK ME OUT THROUGH DOZENS OF VARIOUS OFFICIAL SOURCES. I MAY APPEAR TOTALLY FUCKING CRAZY, AND ANGRY, AND WITH VERY GOOD REASONS; BUT I AM FOR REAL, AND SO ARE ALL MY COCK SUCKING CLAIMS, GOOD PEEPS! This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Bank of Toronto, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!





















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.





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





















Gee whiz good folks, will this ever end, where is that Twilight Zone lamp or bottle, little Billy Mummy? Yeah, Tombstone City and good girls named bum, and choking throat grabbers such as Darius and Nick, boy do I have a wonderful non Beverly Hills disco keyboard life here, huh Jimmy Stuart Cement-man?????????????????????????????





What did you say to me David, up at Orange and Twenty-Fifth Streets in early freaking twenty-eleven, sir skeleton?





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WHAT WAS THAT NOW, WASHCLOTH FAMILY SUFFOLK COUNTY REPRESENTATIVE FROM 31 DAM YEARS IN THE FUTURE FROM THE SERIAL NIGHTMARES?????????????







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Yes, the book by this name ended two blogs ago, but David told me to do this for a reason, even though no Earthly reason was there for him doing this that day in 2011 at the Kingdom Harvest job up at 25th and Orange, here in good old hot sunny Fort Pierce, Florida, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Take away the family curse, and what is left to ponder about this thirty-first day of Bostonian weird sports motels, in either September or October? Oh that's right, only thirty days are in September, so tell the Chief, Maxwell Smart, for me; ''Sorry about that''! Still, a lot of powerful shit is in the reality of upline and downline, and you need not be a Tupperware or an Amway distributor, or a future software computer geek and friend of the Roth's; huh Style Court Judge? I really thought you would care that your cousin and his mom were brutally fucking murdered by Mister Jonathan Schau, of Rising Sun Avenue, in Philly; and go over to Drake Towers one night, and kick his old fat ugly ass, from one end of the building, to the other. When I say crap like in the upline world, all of this downline here and anything further downline all together endlessly, must always remain a sum total that is lesser than the smallest possible thing upline and above here; many really are not getting the experience. It's like talking about a super sound system verses hearing one, or watching the famous Vomit Comet on television and really riding and experiencing the thing, BUT, after AUGUST 28, 2013, THINGS HAVE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING GONE STRAIGHT TO COCK SUCKING HELL, AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this is of course, for anyone in need of reminding, and this does not seem possible, but in fucking case you do need reminding, THIS IS A TOTAL MIRROR IMAGE OF ANOTHER SUPER MAJOR FUCKING AUGUST ALTERATION, as though one day was in one universe, and then BOOM, you suddenly Walmart find yourself seeing that you're in a totally different universe, the very next day, and all has changed, and fucking cunt lapping MATHEMATICS DOES NOT LIE, NUMBERS DON'T BULLSHIT, UNLIKE HUMAN FUCKING BEINGS, BRAHHHH!!!!!!















Well, here is what happened to me today, oh great ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI OF FLORIDA, of whose help I desperately am hoping eventually to secure, but alas, you, CCP-ADA now retired, RON WIRTZ, and so many others, just refuse to ever get involved in something this gigantic and horrendous, and in a way I must admit to not blaming any of you. This does not lessen my hellish sad plight!!!!









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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?



An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:



At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.











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IT WASN'T SO HARD TO FIGURE THIS ALL OUT, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, IT JUST TOOK ME ABOUT A QUARTER OF A DAM CENTURY TO DO SO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













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IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD, I WAS MURDERED, and you need to retrieve my own voicemail, on my own telephone; and then come to blogger dot com, and see who has killed me; all of my enemies, and each one of them, in their own evil ways.
























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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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.


































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''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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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!







Now peeps, let me get to the hear of shit, it won't take long, as I only plan to open up, and then later on, as usual, I will elaborate on this opening foundation.







So just how did I know the Mayor was shady, long before honorable Levy of Atlantic City vanished forever one day, and did a Sarah Nurockey and a Lenny McKinnon, fitting the Morianity-Foundation PROFILE for weird in the first degree, great lovely social worker Jennifer of twenty-on-six, or whenever I told you this a few months before it all went down? Well let us examine with some scrutiny, things that were happening. First, where I was working as a weekend security guard, suddenly after a nice quiet beginning on this job, we picked up a truck run called the Atlantic city run, and then we had some others also, and all these folks were family members of the boss, whose wife grew up in the New York Long island Hampton's, just beyond Huntington, New York. Shortly after I copyrighted my 2007musical project a ways further down the roads of time, 'Queen of Blue copyright Examiner'; on my remake karaoke edition, done on this job on my lunch-break, hence the title of the entire work; as per my posted copyrighted works, showing this 2007 work clearly dated and titled; the man who always liked me had suddenly turned on me and came onto his property while I was there guarding one early weekend evening with his daughter who always gave me that endless thousand yard stare; and he reamed me out and said I was not properly doing my job as he expected me to be as all bosses to, especially in the field of security work, in fifty eight places all at the same fucking time. Well, not being married to Marilyn McCoo or other fifth dimensional magic, that is quite a difficult task to pull off, Delmo, old island pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not island girl, Sir Elton Saturday one chance only John McDowell not all right nights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the list still could read on forever, I give some main big stuff, not all of the multiple nitty shitty little junk stuff, good folks, YO. He came to me and handed me the same cassette recorder that I used in 1983 in Atco, the TC70 if my memory is at all accurate, a small portable cassette recorder and player, from which all the conversations with my lovely and awesome daughter were made on. Lots of hard work took the voice from this piss poor telephone source, and turned it into that cool harmony sound track; and I have an improved one that is almost, ''HERO-STYLE'', not quite, but it is a head turner that I would not dare ever send off for copyright. Aniwho and in moving this along about Levy, back in the early century days as well as the late prior century, he pulled off a lot of wild things. I know he tried to secretly come up on me and drown me, I know he changed towards me once I mentioned the name CALLIO, it was as if I had said to him, Chief, I wish to rape your daughter. I am dead fucking serious. He was sort of my body surfing buddy before I did that, and then things forever altered. Then the day of the seagull feeding where the entire family on his wife's side had literally chased the normal crowd off of that section of the Atlantic City beach, and I told about all this over and over, but the real power in anything folks, is not so much 2 or 3 or 4 big things, but when 500 total things are in the fucking equation, that just cannot all be rationally explained, I mean that is just too much bullshit for any rational mind to believe is just a bunch of fucking ass hooey.







But how does this all connect to right now and my life in Florida, those like 'dizzymcthaxton' and many others are always so curious about. Well, that is what the next blogs will all start to talk more clearly about. So hang in there all HAMMONTON'S/HUNTINGTON'S!!!!!!!!!!

















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