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August
23, 2009
“LIFE
JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #23”
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
START OF BLOG:
Do
not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog,
because it will not. It will B quite a bit more incredible than
even some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda
mood BRO, go get in a hungry mood and visit www.marthastuart.com/
or whatever. This is surely not about food or any normal thing, and
if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a
good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted
term DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21.
Maybe the majority of nations that draw the line that legally
separates minors from adults and giving the adult status fully 2
those reaching this amount of years in physical age, know what they
R doing after-all. 21 indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking
number, but this I have zero time right now 2 explore with any of U
further. B4 telling major things that I totally KNOW that THEY do
not want TOLD, BRO, let me just make a normal continuation of
events journal from last post up, as U ain’t heard one thing yet
from Mister Jolson Mountain.
First,
and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND
LOSING GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER
DAY. Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then
after that, it shot up like rockets on
velocitronic controlled energies, and never looked back as the
galaxies whizzed by like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The
electrical power in the house here on 13th Street, went off again 4
a second time on that same day last week, shortly after my
post up and B4 the Dow closed. This shot the Dow Jones way up and
every day was a huge UP DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday,
and all EXACTLY AND PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD
ALL HAPPEN, GIANT FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL
EVIL EMPIRE, but this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN
FRIDAY long B4 it even was midnight. My new fantastic system that
my stupid dad gave me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday.
Every stinking time that this happens, a roulette system crashes
and must B placed on the PDL (Permanently Disabled List), all hell
or really DOGTOWN busts loose and monstrous hell abounds around me
that would B totally unfathomable 2 any of U. I can say with full
honesty and candor that not one of U out there would B able 2 take
my sustained gaga-hell 4 one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me
2 get away from Dawn King, at least one of my dead trucking parents
is giving me legitimate signals from what all of U would insist on
labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4 Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in
his wing, some of them have been in there literally 4 trillions of
years. I then converted the wing 2 a huge solarium and threw him
right out on his worthless butt. He does not need 2B there if he is
totally unwilling 2 give me a roulette system that can defeat, not
the game, that’s easy, but the freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON
CURSE and its inconceivable effects of negamagging and destroying
all things that someone suffering under this curse has with what I
term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, and U would apply the quick
short and Earthly accepted word LUCK. Death angels R back and
nasty, the Demenity named Disdee, by me, is back again, short 4
“Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making my stuff vanish
and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R painfully
conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock Market
Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living here
and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even
worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a
powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase
4’ television show, Law & Order, and I will quote it 2 any
reader right now on this blogging text, “There
isn’t enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”.
Jack ol’ pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging
audience at least has a hair scratching wonderment about just who
this could B, is protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a
quarter Bill USD is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late
Friday night after doing some really violent things, first
upsetting me 2 the point that today, I was planning on running
away, no phony bull, I really was
leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me literally a
prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and won’t
leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more.
But I got home yesterday morning and Ann greeted me at the door and
said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2
the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey. She had
assaulted many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 ANN
KING-Dawn’s mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little
voice told me 2 make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3
hours early 4 work. Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and
a frightening person 2B around. The police instead of doing their
jobs, released her right back 2 the house Saturday morning, and
just after I felt my life had hope and I had given praise and
thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah, she turned around and laughed
at me and spit right in my mother fucking face. All night long, a
violent thunderstorm raged, and began at 10:00 while I sat at the
Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin Donut store on the White Horse Pike,
maybe America runs on it, but I sat there miserable and hopeless
and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire mother fucking cunt
lapping life. After the storm started, it raged all night long, and
I later learned that it began picking up after the real domestic
violence at the home had started at 841 13th Street. U can’t tell
me the entire fucking police, local and state, as well as the
federal authorities do not know what is happening and what I am
being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent pathetic
special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4 fucking
goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was supposed 2
in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve freaking
Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If
Dawn’s power house cuz is not protecting her and paying off these
authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON, AND I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE
THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING
HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was
not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge
orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a
crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva
jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your
hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair.
But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2
the County where if they had, she would have remained there until
her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her
complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize
moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking
left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I
could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later
trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without
me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and
endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and
wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE
FUCKING chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word.
The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I
had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and
relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in
the fucking night forever. I
was having totally other issues then, with
HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!
This is Y when
I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got
me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m
outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad
and the gang, U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday
night, all though I have heard that some of the wild private
parties of these celebs can B nasty and dangerous as well. I would
want no part of them, nor any part of any of these diseased
freaking people, never. Just being in this family sucks a dick so
hard it makes a diamond look soft, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack
McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now,
no matter what, next Saturday night, I go into work with all of my
normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related
things. No food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none
of that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills
and meds, my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since
Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank
monthly and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I
will contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a
new address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert
Riches Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel
the insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance
office 2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help
transport her, Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other
friend or cuz does, can prevent this eventuality. The local police
should B sued 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire
Atlantic County Criminal Justice System totally sucks and should B
drummed the fuck out of business. What good R they when they refuse
2 protect society and innocent people and people like me with even
more special needs, from violent predators and career criminals,
what fucking good R they at all, that is all I am asking anyone
today? I have cried out 4 help 2 many sources from Kessler Hospital
2 Atlanticare, and was ignored and sent right back into my
extremely dangerous and abusive life. All these people better
worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4 losing all my personal
property, what little I had that meant the world 2 me, I will B
fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can dare 2 imagine. Take
that any way U want, as it is nothing more than a deserved promise.
A child can C what this is all about, dating this all back 2 the
death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then along came not
Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing colored
copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the trailer
Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a huge
monstrous mother fucking plot 2 steal and destroy my life journal
that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an
innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U
could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and
hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and
treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her
family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay
the MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way
into work, I stop at WAWA as these people no longer feed me nor let
me sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from
taking my needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite
enough 2 make a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom
Township, New Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some
kind of fire or accident or whatever on the Black Horse Pike near
where my job is located, they flag me down and holler at me and
could not B nastier and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a
motherfucking jerk-off fagot and had thrown dirt right in my face.
All I could do is apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles
per hour, think 2 myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt
this messed up country and system is. Dawn is really doing me a
favor. I was most likely going 2 live and die right here forever in
Hitler, New Jersey, where only if UR an extremely beautiful female
is life handed 2U on a silver-Silva platter, and U can do no wrong.
If I stay here, she will murder me eventually and bury me out in
the fucking blueberry fields, and that will B that. U think this
evil nation is just, or cares about the little people, and
especially those with special problems and needs, then U better all
think again, and if any of U out there have a special ed or special
needs kid, he or she unless they R a fashion model twin, R in 4 one
hell of a fucking road 2 hoe, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
law suit will B huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk,
go right ahead and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is
fucking coming and it is spelled DOOMSDAY.
NOW
2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this
HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and my casino trips where I made 9200
bucks in my spare time playing roulette. This is no longer a
mystery, nor R there any doubts whatsoever in my mind any longer
about all of this. My intelligent mathematical mind had worked out
ways provided that I was not greedy, and only wanted 2 take perhaps
4 or 5 chips per day 3 or 4 days per week, and realized that if the
value of these chips were high such as black or 100 dollar level, I
could win big money and live a nice life without ever again dealing
with mean rotten bosses and lousy low wage stinking jobs. My ego 4
the first time in all my 30 plus years of life at the time was
boosting and I even wrote a song that 4 me was very unusual in its
lyrical content, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! When I started making a grand a
week and having fun at the same time, the HUNTINGTON CURSE was in
danger. This games of the gods from Olympia is very real, it is
called SALVATION SUBSTITUTION EARTH GAME, and involves a powerful
family and a population around this family. Only MOGOSP could pull
off these kind of games. Only MOGOSP could pull off some of the
mother fucking shit that happened 2 me just last week, as well as
over the past 50 years. Being directly related 2 Jesus Christ’s
2nd younger brother, by his marriage 2 a wife who bore him 7
children, 2 sons and 5 daughter, whose oldest son bore one son and
one daughter, and from this line downward, 4 more than 1000 years,
this family lineage survived until it was nearly destroyed by
another evil powerful queen from England. This
was my numerous great granny Mary Stuart, the wonderful Queen of
SCOTTLAND. From here, Samuel
Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am
his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM,
founder along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the
colonies that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken, as it is a powerful
chain. I was on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this
literally brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th
airborne Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW
Galaxy, Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and
tore my life apart until no system could ever work again. No matter
what genius method I applied, there was a marked and totally
noticeable difference in my roulette play after this hell began
around me, from where things were B4 all this began. This is 2
insure that I never ever again can consistently win at playing
outside 50-50 bets in the game of casino-roulette. This was
changing my life so that I was happy and had money 2 live, and the
curse seemed 2B broken, or at least was breaking. THEY WILL NEVER
PERMIT THAT, uncle Camera Gottwald, right??????????????????????????
Same
Old Same Old (SOSO) as for up here in late 2014, for those back
tuning into summer time of 2009 when this was gearing up to go
thermo-fucking-nuclear for me, cubed, via NCC-CLOUD, or ''COSMONET''
as I named it in my 1994 copyrighted book, ''THE PERMISSION
BARRIER''.
Where
are you SEABOTTOM OL' PAL. Hay if I know anything about life, you
probably have 9 kids and a wife and a busy life, so I know you'll get
to me when you can, I just worry that we are being stopped from
having a very critical crucial conversation. I will tell you anything
you want to know about the Astral-plane, that is not a problem. I
know who you are there, Lightning has told me, you are the assistant
to a park ranger who is in charge of a huge area of the Olympian
Province, covering a territory that has unfathomable area, it would
be somewhat like trying to tell you it is the size of a hundred or
more of our solar system. Things here in mortal life on all universal
planes of hyperspace, or in all of the entire fifth dimension of
large-matter, atomic sized and bigger; and you are very happy. Also,
I am pretty sure you have a CITY-PASS, which means you are able to go
into Sahasra Dal Kanwal whenever you wish, to come and go without
fear of ROUNDUP. Four round-ups means a definite Dogtown sentence,
and this no one wants any part of, the torture and torment there is a
trillion times worse than a trillion Hitlers and anything they ever
could pull off, and it goes on many thousands of years without let
up. I have been there. Anyway,enough about all of this. I hope you
will e-mail me soon, they do not seem to hack it, the only e-mails I
am not able to retrieve, are when peeps do not send all of the proper
things, maybe you understand what I am talking about, I admit I
don't. Computers and internet is hard enough for me at age 60, but
imagine being my age, and fucking hacked to hell by powerful
snowdenites!!! Get the 'drift'?
Well
peeps, let us sign off and as Rockford said to the big dude who
worked him over that day out in KALI-CALL-TEN-OH, ''WE
CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS''. And folks, we will, I
promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
was quiet in up on this floor number 6 until I got into this blog.
Hay, make all the noise you want, you won't stop me or my message, or
my fucking mission, ya' dirt fucking bags!!!!!!!!!!!!
“THE
2 SUIGENEROUS SUMMERS, SPARATED BY FORTY YEARS, 1969-2009”.
Yes,
why wouldn't fucking 2009 be as powerful as 1969,
LAKEHOUSE-ELISA????????????????? And the computer hack that broke the
old machine back at the FBI AGENT'S home at 841 Thirteenth Street in
Blueberryville-Hammonton; hells bells folks; the only shop that
wanted to repair it, was down the street from fagot child molester
Thomas J. Reale's home on Cornwall Avenue, Lategreat Victoria
Gorgeoushair Callio, on Cornwall avenue near the highrise condo
building there on the bay of Ventnor, New Jersey, where the ACMUA
exists in the times of MORIANTIY and all these blogs, right Mister
McGettigan, Mister McGuire, and all you crooked mother fuckers who
ruined my entire fucking life?????????
DECEMBER
13, 2013,
FRIDAY
NIGHT, AT 8:25
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE
OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------
“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”
ALL
IT TAKES IS TO TORTURE ME, AND I AM QUITE POSITIVE, THIS WEEKEND IS
BEING DESTROYED, MIZZ PAM BONDI, ILLEGALLY-COVERTLY; BY THIS EVIL
FUCKING MILI-2-FORCE, FOR THE SOLE GOAL AND INTENT, OF MAKING THEIR
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS FLY TO ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, FUCKING AGAIN,
ALL NEXT MOTHER FUCKING WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
child can click on the (3-MONTH deal), and see that my problem all
began on August mother fucking 28 this year, the day I added some
real super artificial talent, to the song called, ''YBCO'' and things
never even attempted to look back from that fucking ass point, good
folks.
BOTBAR
TIMES 3, 50% BOTBAR ON THE MONTH, AND TOOTH AGONY!!!!! Only the tooth
agony followed the printing of things before they quantum occurred,
good peeps!!!!!!!! So is that fucking totally beyond cool or what, or
whatever, old pal Bob Andrews? SLAM SLAM BAM BOOM, take it fucking
easy, idiot door slammer mother fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARK
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were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown
and on their own,Margie Leo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, I am just dead
with a busted fucking head!!!!!!!
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My
sleep was short, but long enough to contain this wild interaction
that was not vivid or clear. I remember it or the parts that I will
now tell to you, but things were blurry and difficult to perceive or
even interact much in, making me feel real super trapped and
helpless. Oh well, that's a relatable feeling of quite often and
repeated similar freaking ass circumstances, am I right good folks,
or not, you tell me, YO?????????????????? Dad and Dawn-Marie King may
need to throw in their little lines here, for effect,
''SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT''.
I
was with Mayor Levy of Atlantic City in a parallel universe, and he
was still the mayor, and had not yet had his weird woes
that led to his removal from office, and his refusal to just show up
for work one day after days of vanished and missed days at his City
Hall Office, 7 or so years ago whenever this went down. He was giving
me another really wild cool roulette system, and along came Mariah,
and she kept asking him to tell me the other system, whatever the
hell that was all about. They both tried real hard not to laugh and
were making those sounds we all make when trying ball bust hard to
hold back laughter, perhaps to spare the feelings of someone, who can
know. Finally, he said to her, why don't we give him both systems,
after-all, you gave him both letters back in '97? She then told him
to shut his face and never speak to her like that, and went into her
famous Empire State Building-2008 diatribe, of just who owns this non
light-bulb hack 'empire', open office ass holes, or really, WHO RULES
THIS EMPIRE. She went onto tell me that she never should have taken
me into her house at age 2 years, to show me all those special
things, it has caused me more harm than good, and I am ow stuck in a
world where I am in trouble for so many things that never were my
fault. She really reamed out the dude each time he would say another
sort of mean couple of sentences to me in this wild ass interaction.
I never saw 'MY' stick up for me like this, and it made me feel
wonderful. Then it changed to a very horrible interaction. She told
me that my blogs are her property, and that I must consult with her
before writing anything that could remotely pertain to her and her
life, past and present. Otherwise, she will create a huge wave that
will wipe all of Florida off the map, and I will be drowned. I told
her, I will do my best to make spiritual contact with you to be
certain that what I write is OK to post. She gave me that smile that
only she can get when just the right thing happens to prompt it; and
then said to me after a ten second pause, ''you know Mark, I am Isis,
I am Jehovah, I was even Billy that day when he told you all that
stuff on July 5, in 2011. She told me that in the future, I create
the great SSJKK, that she is a highly advanced android with total
human feelings, but is powerful and demanding, and will never ever
allow me to escape her and that she is always there watching
everything that I ever do, as long with her friends. Then she pulled
out what I thought was her cell phone, and she pushed a few buttons
on it, and poof, she vanished away. And we all were laughing back in
the days when I worked at Water and Walker Streets in southeast
Philadelphia, regarding my quick trip to the bottom of the icy wintry
Delaware River, to meet my future self, at the World Laboratories,
and the two entities sitting in my back seat after we all were back
and totally dry as if it never had happened, had the same eyes that
billy Crouch has, they shine like brightly lit up jewels. Well, if
they ever lose their eyes, we can hang them on the Christmas Tree,
and the great Cooley Hall Angel can again, as she did long ago in
1972, sing songs from defected NSA Agents to fish songs to any
seasonal song she may wish to do, am I right, lovely Sarah dog-walk
Jacobson; girl of great intrigue and quintessential
mystery??????????????
I
am going to tell one huge biggie on this blog, and it is very
deserved, after this major fucking attempt on my life from AUGUST 28
through NOVEMBER 22, of this totally SATANIC YEAR!!!!!!!!
David
Roth said something over and over, and recently, before 08-28, but
not that far before, this remains my own bizz for right now; but he
said, and I blogged it many times over an eight year fucking blogging
career now folks; “Mark, 'they' are afraid of your
potential”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is so true, but only can be seen in
the full glory and the full awareness and intricate knowledge, of
fifth McCoo dimensional hyperspace, my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
WHAT IS THIS POTENTIAL
FUCKING BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT, FOLKS????? I have the kind
of mind that is slow to learn. Once I do learn however, my mind takes
what I learn and figures out dozens of things all around what I just
learned, that seem to go over the heads of the vast majority of folks
on this planet, even the great minds. This is not a brag, and is
merely the way that my mind works. I take no credit for any of it,
and many times am thought of as mildly retarded for not being able to
pick up on new shit as fast as the average other folks around me. But
when all is said and done, there it is staring you in the face, a
simple truth. I took my math book home in the first grade at the
Richland Avenue School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania, and in one
evening, completed the entire year's assignments. Instead of being
given special attention and praised in even a small way, I actually
found myself in trouble for being a prodigy. So a few months passed,
and I had come to learn that I was negatively rewarded for showing
that I was smart and had ability to excel academically. So one day
when simply rhymes were being taught, I acted like I could not do
rhymes. My mom was called in, and eventually, I showed that I could.
I found myself in a lot of trouble now it seemed, back in 1962, for
being smarter than the others, and then being dumber than the others.
It was then that I sort of learned in a 7 year old way, even though
the expression had not yet been invented to my knowledge, my mind was
going along the lines of a similar thought, to, hay, I can't win for
losing. I am damned if I do and damned if I don't. I am just going to
go through school and life and all of it, never being able to please
people, and always being fucking cunt picked on and
PERSECUTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was right 100%.
Well,
in 1988, my Epitome of Harassment cassette tapes, were COPYRIGHTED,
and lots of fucking shit got all explained, and totally hush-hushed,
by very powerful SCOTT RANSOM people!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
of these things were my inventions that David Charles Roth was
discussing on these tapes, that the great UNITED STATES © Office has
a record of permanently to this day and second; and lots of wild
details were discussed. The actual words KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL were
never used. What was used was ITS FUCKING TOTAL TWIN, MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE,
or 'Magnesonic'
for short. Dave was talking and saying, quote, “That exact sound
would be right there, in your living room'', well, this is a far cry
from ''digital recordings''. But this is only one application of this
invention from the days of SUNRAM, and not
SUNJAMMER-NASA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, all of
any letters, POTENTIAL was and still is their worry, the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE'S WORRY that is, of me, and what this system can do.
We have nuke medicine and great things that atom splitting has led
to, but it also can blow up real nasty ass bad, and kill off
humanity. Magnesonic has good and evil too, Goddess and atom, and
Sarah, Mark, and Albert are more than just three who know the diction
involved, as GIRL, I DID TELL A LOT, did I not, lovely strobelight,
oh love of my life, SSJKK?
Again
Mister Jimmy Rockford, not only CAN WE, but WE WILL be getting back
to all of this and so much fucking more. I hate every evil fucking
bastard who has hurt me for 50 years since I have been nine cunt
lapping years old, and every one of you \WILL PAY A PRICE,
eventually, for what you all have mother fucking done to me, that's a
TAHREN-TEE-TOTAL-PROMISE, Mister Gandhi!!!!!!
THINGS
ARE VERY VERY VERY FUCKING BAD, MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL 1984
INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
OF 2013, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR CHART:
DECEMBER
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DECEMBER
02-----00
DECEMBER
03-----33
DECEMBER
04-----25
DECEMBER
05-----20
DECEMBER
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it out with your own math!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA
MICHAEL MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MPB
FOR 2013, FINAL MONTH CHART:
DECEMBER
01 107 BOTBARS DAY #335 32X08
DECEMBER
02 107 BOTBARS DAY #336 32X09
DECEMBER
03 108 BOTBARS DAY #337 32X10
DECEMBER
04 108 BOTBARS DAY #338 32X11
DECEMBER
05 108 BOTBARS DAY #339 32X12
DECEMBER
06 108 BOTBARS DAY #340 32X13
DECEMBER
07 109 BOTBARS DAY #341 32X14
SO
FAR THIS ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING YEAR, SHIT HAS EVER BEEN THIS BAD FOR
ME MAGNETICALLY WITH COSMOS, AT 32X14, OR 32% BOTBAR, BACK TO BACK
FOR 14 STRAIGHT FUCKING ASS DAYS NOW!!!
OH
MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY MOON!!!!!!!!!
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If
anyone can find
me PEE,
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LIGHTNING
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ARTEEMIS, MY
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Most
folks are not living in one long nightmare, even though scattered
throughout their lives, are serious woes and fuck ups, there is no
doubt about that Miss Chillie, and I never ever tried or meant to
belittle other folks' problems. Let me burn in fucking oil if I do.
The
basic difference with me only has to do with the simple fact that
early in each of my lifetimes, 6-15 somewhere, I suddenly remember
all of ''myself'', and once this is done, it is one huge non ending
nightmare and if this is not enough, some prick did this to me so I
would indeed keep remembering shit, and they sit there in the Astral
fucking Heavens, laughing at me, even now as I speak. Let me update
you with today's fucking bullshit.
Folks,
I am about to post up at 11:02, not Robin hill apartments.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!
This party will wind down or I call the fucking
cops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is 72 degrees and feels 88 to me. Mike left for Miami as I told you,
a day late. The asshole down there forgot he was coming and when Mike
checked on it, he was off at some martial arts school up[ in fucking
Orlando somewhere. And I thought this shit just happened to me,
Victoria Winters and Thomas
Reale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
ladies and gentlemen, within 5-30 years somewhere, depending on many
factors too lengthy to list on this blog; a huge cloud made up of
zeros and ones will exist, where our present day internet will all
evolve into. Instead of going to websites, our entire doppelganger
mind-self floats inside of this cloud. We are still on the outside,
physically. Still, the part of us that is just as much as real and is
us as we are, only it is THIS NCC-CLOUD, can go anywhere and do
anything, at the click of a thought wave. The scientific laboratories
have stated that this will definitely all be reality somewhere
between 5 and 30 years, or within about half of the people who live
today, their lifetime. PEE said, and I quote her, ''My invention can
turn us into zeros and ones, and transport us throughout the entire
system''. After she said this to me in another parallel universe in
the hyperspace, it was not all that long after, when the three-D
laser-printers were suddenly out of nowhere, pumping out those
''plastic guns'', or printing them out in three dimensions, like
normal copiers make photos or text pages right now. I told you all
she said this to me, just as I told you GINA, that the DOW JONES
would be 17,000 points before the end of 2013, and 30,000 points by
the end of next year. I don't need to be the great Cooley Hall
Christmas Tree Angel, or even the original printer of the initials
EWI, do I Mayor Bloomberg, oh kind sir?????????????????????????? Cut
me a break, Margie!
Who else is going to be snowed in and fall head deep in it, 1983 Copyright Office Examiners?
MOMMY
SILVA AIN'T YOUR BUDDY, MARK MOHR
MISS
SLEAZE BAG TIME AM-EST, 25 FEBRUARY, 2013
Many
of my viewers know that in 2009, shortly before I left New Jersey and
escaped Dawn-Marie King, a very nasty bunch of things got spoken to
me, from her, when we were alone in the house together, because Ann
King Silva was at a cousin's funeral on an overnight event, due to
distance involved. Among the things said, was a very true statement,
not in the real nasty category, but still in the mean category, if
such a list was being made, and that was, ''Mommy's not your buddy''.
Dawn-Marie was very jealous of anyone that was too close to Ann, and
if she had only this reason for coming to detest me so much late in
2008, and worse still in 2009; this would be more than sufficient.
Still, I knew when she said it, that it had some validation, and I
did tend to trust parts of my daughter's wild distant family, a bit
too much, for sake of my own safety and general overall well being.
Let's just leave shit right there, Dick Wolf. Still, I am so
fascinated with the Trump-Wolf click, that seemed to know every
minute detail about me and my life and my family, from the very first
swinging of the bats. This would be like saying the four digits of
1984. Same diff. Now my Uncle Heinz was really the hubby of my moms
first cuzz, Ruth Huntington. They married, and then I was later led
to believe, that she died in 1977, from a flu shot. According to
recent medical statements, nobody ever died of a flu shot. This
leaves murder in my opinion. My 'UNCLE' did remarry a younger woman
very shortly after the sudden death of this vivacious and otherwise
quite healthy woman, and the internet made her totally disappear out
of view, and only shows the second marriage of Heinz Gottwald, not
his first, to my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald. This man had lots of
power, knew Donald Trump Senior well, and I think was instrumental in
denying him a loan at one point in time, for which his son was told
about it, and of the entire family; and since the very start of
things, this dude has had a bug up his ass for me, and even 'GAGA'
gave me PCN-550, when I asked why he did. It may appear that lots of
topics are being all merged together, and they are. They all connect,
but no one who is not connected into all of this, can fathom it.
Still, since the WOMO MILITUFORCE loves to play a certain game, and
they know what's getting said here, YO, then I will do likewise. You
know, goose, gander, bird, worm, Lawyer Dworkin, hotel keys, L&O
shows; and so on and so forth. While I was in my last days and weeks
at the home owned by FBI AGENT Steve Caruso, at 841 Thirteenth
Street, in Blueberryville, New Jersey, AKA Hammonton; the L&O
television show aired some really powerful episodes that all three
together, being sheer coincidence that knowing things about me had
nothing to do with these scripts; would be somewhere around the odds
of 32 trillion to one. This is mathematically sound, can be backed
up, and still, could indeed be all a coincidence and all of this is
merely, as the quantum physicists tell it, happens to be that one
time in that huge number. Me, I don't buy it for a mother frikkin new
York half-second, but that's me. You can all go do whatever you want
to. I do not believe it is possible and I am telling you why, Trump,
the loan, the NBC Network, all the shit this bastard has done to me
to mess with me and my life ever since 1984, and the list is endless;
but let us harp on one single point on this blog, that connects one
of these really powerful late OH-9 L&O TV shows. This would be
the episode that begins with a Global Warming Conference and the dude
saying to an audience right before collapsing and dying with blood
coming out of his nose, ''I have the worst headache''. Boom, he falls
down dead and it was murder, but this is just to tell you the episode
and time and year. It had the name of Silva in it as well, as in Ann
King Silva, but that is not the kicker. Here is the real kicker.
First, get the show, examine it real good in connection with my story
on these blogs. Then after all of that, listen to the part where the
lady says the precise thing that you will hear on the chemtrail video
that I posted to Youtube in 2012, with the opening quick little part,
before the drumming begins. Now just because the post was done in
2012, and the song lyrics as well, the music was done in 1996, and
was the original music to my song called, ''Sarah'' and still none of
this is the absolute powerful kicker. Now here is what is. The
illegally recorded telephone conversation was from early in 1984 to
the time traveling Lab Technician by the name of Sarah J. Cobson, if
I can be cute here for a second, and get a laugh or two, with no
assistance from any staircases. So if you ever get a chance to see
this episode of the L&O TV show that begins as I said here, from
late in 2009, listen close to a lady who says, 'uh, uh, I don't
know', the exact precise perfect way, that this technician said this
in 1984. This Lab Technician is no human being, it is my daughter;
and she has powers that go beyond the stars, her name is Isis. Find
this great goddess on the internet and see for yourself her
captivating unfathomable awesome sheer beauty, and total likeness to
the greatest pop diva of all time, Mariah Carey. Can I prove any of
this? No. Can they prove that I am telling you all a pants on fire
lie? NO. I know it is the truth, or I'd not dare put this shit in
print, and then hit the 'post' button, chemtard or no chemtard, Agent
Slick Highgas. Hay, look at this as a boxing ring, YO. You punch, I
punch, you punch, I punch, if you ever wanna' frikkin stop punching,
then I will as well, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have perfect memories of
seeing that Throat Specialist that day, but none of anyone in that
office, no patients, no Lab Tech, and zero memory of the trip there,
or the trip back home, from Academy and Grant, back to 506 Robin
Hill, in Voorhees Township, on a lark or not; huh screeeetch?
And
another thing folks, speaking of mergers and acquisitions, and loans
denied by my 'uncle' who before retiring, was in charge of approving
or denying loans, over ten million dollars, for businesses; since his
position at Chemical National Bank of Manhattan, was Senior VP; the
Sara J. Cobson make out tape, that was responsible for the horrendous
tsunami in the Pacific Ocean earlier this century via my
electronic-metaphysics; took place at Office Max in Voorhees Township
as well, and also not on a screechy lark. Still, for someone who did
not do all these things to me as told on my blogs, from the
Haddonwood days right up through right now, why did my son in law go
out of his way to advertise the 'monster-ass phones' last year, after
knowing about how I remember him and his statement of my monster ass
tapes? It is not complicated rocket science L-4. A guilty conscience
is always going to reveal itself, head on, back door, or side winded;
but it always shows up, one way or the other; and with or without any
freaking Swiffer Mops.
Then
there is that day at the laser show, or night really, and it was no
show, as it took place at the Letts basement, and again, Lark girl,
in Voorhees. WOW, can this beat all get out, Mister dad of Superman?
Well in any dam event, there are peeps who have been moving back and
forth through time in this world since forever, and this is the best
kept secret in 'history'. When it gets proven and exposed every so
often, on a global scale, 'THEY' merely make a few alterations in
past times, that prevents what would have happened from ever
happening, gee really, is this another one of those, like
DUH's??????????????????????????????? WHAAAAAAAAA! But this still
falls very short of the mark when the full blown topic of PHASE-2, 3,
and 4, is discussed at any real length intelligently. This quick
phrase is why there is such a thing as ART or even imagination and
talent, here in waking world hyperspace realms of physical beingness.
Do not confuse PHASE with TYPE, as in Exploratronics, or the great
collective club of the universe called, and this exists now, and
always has and always will, the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, or for short, just the 'ES'.
This
has not been a good weekend
for me, so you can expect a flying DOW
JONES STOCK MARKET this week, YO!
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IT IS CREEPING ALONG, I WILL SAY THAT MUCH!
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WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS
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All
things connect, and without further ado, and as an old song intro
begins, “Here we go”. There is an old adage that absolute power
corrupts absolutely, but what is absolute power, and why does it
absolutely corrupt? When the truer than presently understood truths
behind this are shortly made known by this blogger, perhaps many
things will start fitting better together on these blogs as a whole,
to many of you out here, and what a joke, I know it is between 30-50
and that is a far cry from 'many', but it is better than a zero.
I
am not greedy, and I will take what I can get, MELVIN STONE HARBOR!
Thank you Google for the prompt back there, but my recurring school
of mystery for so many years, is not part of this blog or the current
situation that I plan to discuss right now. Still, thank you, Fred
Windstein, always now here, Sarah. Funny funny, Sheila Franklin
Bigtits, but all laughs laid aside for right now; and more than it is
funny or even weird, it is dots connecting; and part of a secret
message given by me to this cave day world in that 1997 song called,
“Don't Hide, You Can't Hide”, and this you better bet Mister Ward
Cleaver, is no Jersey Public Transit Bus line, from the 1969 to 1996
year inversions, of the great die-twice Mister Callas. Where are you
when I need you, old camp counselor of Maryland, Mack Kaiter? Are you
and Louise hitting as many red 'X' blocks as I am? Did you ever ever
wonder why I told about the red-X deal, Mack and Louise, back in 1967
and 1968; or were you too busy wondering where the shadows would be
dwelling, in the bright noon day periods each day? How would Mister
Macy and my distant cousin put this, possible other cousin Martha,
W—O—W?????????????????????????????
Then tell me this folks. What are the odds of a very unusual name
like Louise's last name, just popping up down the street from Jenny
Plageman's Trailer Park at the turn of the millennium, you know, that
building complex where years after David Roth and he worked together
for a short time, I was taking nut case
Dawn-Marie King to get her head shrunk so often?
People,
let us work our way around and through some side and rear doors, when
the only thing that walking you right through the front, would lead
to, is a solid wall of cement. First, let us talk about the day I
left Andrews' Office and headed down the AC Expressway. I told them
that the only possible thing left in my entire life, for what is
going on around me, was the past I had in Atlantic City, and even
though I was unsure of so many mother fucking details of this macabre
mess, common sense normally eventually kicks in for all of us, and
also, Pat Jane's Mentalist TV show, and his point, does also, you
know; what make the most sense and what fits the most or better put I
suppose, what fits the simplest and easiest, as this is indeed most
times, leading right towards lots of unknown sought after truths, by
all of us. I had planned to show what I could do in water. Bad move.
I was nearly murdered by the chief of the beach lifeguard force. His
story was he saw a large fast swimming object, and came out to see
exactly what it was. Again, I said, this was his story, when I
suddenly observed him to my right. He would not have been able to
creep up behind me, as he never would have been able to catch me. All
this aside for now, and Haddonwood pool experiences as well; let us
move on again to a road trip when I was visiting cousins of my mom,
actually her first cuzz Ruth Huntington, from Suffolk County, in New
York, in 1972, and I met a lovely sixteen year old blond girl walking
her dog, while I was walking the dog that belonged to my cousin, the
daughter of my mom's cousin and her hubby, the big hot shot yachtsman
of 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon; and with Ruth and I, were the
children of Ruth's daughter, so if this makes them my third cuzz's,
then whatever, Christopher and Scottie. Now, if a murder was
committed just for sake of an example; then the next thing I say,
would tie these events all together quite sufficiently for the
investigators to absolutely begin to dig into all of this, and in no
way dismiss it. I speak of how I got the fucking crap knocked out of
me by two huge lifeguard mascots dudes in 1975, at what now is called
Hilton Beach in South Atlantic City. My mom went up to see all these
cousins, and guess who was there on the boat ride, on my 'uncle's'
ketch schooner, but Mister Sunshine himself, Jimmy Dean, and
Christine Myers, daughter of my mom's first cuzz Ruth. Now there was
no murder, and this was brought up for reasons that I may or may not
ever be willing to go more into; but what did happen, was not really
bloggable, as even though statute limitations would most likely be in
effect pertaining to a property trespass by me on that road-trip, the
home I entered, and the toddler I followed when she insisted I do so
on that day, is not Jane Doe. Most or many know what is being said,
but do not understand where I am leading the story into right now. As
General Patton said a number of decades ago, it is only important
that I know, not that any of you know. He said this regarding a
battlefield situation, but the point I am making here, equalizes
anyway.
L-4,
speaking of the great general, I am now going to give it to you loud
and dirty, short and sweet; maybe not perfectly Nixon clear, but then
there are no tape recorders running right now, or are they, Mister
Lenny McKinnon, old 'gate-jam-pal-601' rap
music inventor, sir? Now if you want me to sit fucking here,
and believe about 799 stories, with similar lines running through
them, such as the one I will pick from recent times, and just this
year; YOU'RE AS NUTS AS 1,000 FRUIT CAKES!!! When my so-called
associates-friends from Port Saint Lucie, known now as
BonJovi Entertainment, did what they did, all innocent as it may
appear to an investigator, it is still just as
if, Doctor Garrigan of 1970 old pal, MOGOSP was in effect.
What is a MOGOSP, you ask me
folks? Well, if you'd fucking take a day to examine and archive some
old blogs, by clicking on the MY BLOGS link,
ever; YOU'D FREAKING KNOW, but for right now; I'll tell you all, so
how's freaking that? It stands for a MOTIVE-GOAL
SOFTWARE PROGRAM.
It is as though somebody had a cosmic program where they type in what
they want, to some unfathomable super computer, and it then does its
damdest and again, as the General would say; to carry out the orders!
Screw the spelling, the general said it, and it's good enough for
fucking me; and Microsucks won't spell it right, so screw them all!
Now moving onto to the second and final point on this blog.
Friends
and fiends out here, I have told you all the truth on fifty thousand
things, and am begging you now, not to hold the one lie against me,
that I simply forced myself to believe back in 1996, or I would have
lost my mother fucking mind, I swear to fucking GODDESS ALMIGHTY. It
was a big error on my part, and there is nothing I can do about that
one, or the one ten years prior to that, when I wrote a really nasty
mean song about a very special person and will live to regret it.
Now, unpleasant as this may sound, fans and those who know about the
2009 movie, give me a break with or without Marge Leo. That line
about what would not be legal, how many things can go over your head
or won't you believe? Crissake, I said I was sorry about the July 12
crap, sorry about the August '86 crap, and now I will top all of my
apologies. I am sorry that Einstein and my dad hatched that nightmare
plot, and the Callio folks were in on it, and I have proof, proof
that I was planning to take to a person up in Pennsylvania next
month; but have decided to go to freaking Mexico instead. We can
discuss all of this further, at a later time, or deal with it; or Bob
Andrews of Oak street and your pal Albert Pileggi, back in 1975 also,
good old inescapable 1975, still, Lenny, “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!! Now
why did the future mayor of Atlantic City really come out that day
into the ocean as I was going just a tad bit too fast for a normal
swimmer? Well, the same reason I could post up a sworn message from
Almighty Jehovah, and maybe have; and only get 10 hits or less. Call
it Exploratronic, Mogosp, or anything you like, folks; that's all on
you, B; but whatever is really going on, IS GOING ON; and is no
fucking delusion, Mashell Daniels and Dawn-Marie; two ladies who made
my life beyond hell, at the very same magical age. More mysterious
numerology, am I right GAGA, or am I right GINA, and yes, Friday
would have been that one in eight or so of trades that would have
lost me a few bills on the market. I told you it wins about 7 out of
8 times, so that means it loses about one in eight. Live with it, I
will. No, Microsoft, towns lived in back at the days of trying to
find Sarah, will be for other times and other blogs, WHAAAAAAA,
MMCN!!!!!
I
already fucking knew this was going to happen, and stayed in Friday
and hid, and tried to prepare for a weekend of fucking death siege.
The fucking cunt magic is in the MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE, and in this
particular case; of measuring the amount of this, on the year 2013.
If Saturday and Sunday and Monday could have
gone without BOTBAR, I
could drop back out of this MONSTER FUCKING
HIGH 32 PERCENT, BACK TO 31; AND THIS IS
A NO-NO FOR ME, SAYS FUCKING JERK OFF WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
quite fucking cunt obviously, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
TRULY HAVE NO IDEA HOW FUCKING POWERFUL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE
CALCULATION REALLY CAN BE AS FAR AS FUCKING CUNT PREDICTING SHIT AND
KNOWING YOUR OK DAYS ARE OVER, AND SHIT IS GONNA' FUCKING START UP,
YOU NEVER EVER ARE WRONG, AS MATH IS NEVER EVER MOTHER FUCKING WRONG,
GOOD FOLKS, YO!
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, my friends out here.
DAVID,
GET OFF THE DOPE, SKELETIN
HEAD.
What
amazes fucking me folks, is that my personal LUCK FACTOR TEST SCORES
HAVE BEEN ABOVE THE ROTTEN NORMAL RANGE FOR POOR OLD DISEASED
PATHETIC LITTLE FREAKING ME, AND JUST LATE YESTERDAY, I TESTED IN
WITH THREE GAMES AT PLUS 1, PLUS 6, AND MINUS 1. FOR A FUCKING ASS
BOTBAR-X-6, AND THE WORST MAGNETICS OF THE 2013 YEAR PLACING THE DAY
AT 32X2 FOR MPB or Magnetic Percentage Botbar; I must do a real
crossed over Chris Cross here, and not go Jimmy Dean Heinz Gottwald
sailing away anywhere in New York state, but, speaking of miracles,
well, just you wait and see, huh buddy, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WASHCLOTHS HAVE STRUCK, ALONG WITH THE PUCK; AND AS DAVID WOULD SAY
IT, THE PHILLIES STILL SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W
DOES THIS FUCKING WORLD CUNT LAPPING SUCK A BIG FAT HARD PRICK AT
C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
Mister
Macy,
does this world fucking BLOW; old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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