I
NEED YOUR HELP, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, OF
SAINT
LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA; SEE YOU 2-MAR
FEBRUARY
17, 2014,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 4:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,713,
IN EQUIVALENT.
Dawn
King was alive, and had not passed, away, back
on New Years Day, of 2011. What a depressing and gruesome
thought that is!!!!!!!!!!
DEEDEE
WAS ALL OVER ME BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP. I was staring at
DIANA, her lovely bright colorful full moon, you know, the Mitsubishi
recognized, new beauty in town, for all old and new kids from early
in 1978. I sure wish television sponsors
wouldn't shorten those great commercials, my insurance company does
this as well. Why can't that miserable stinking rotten GEICO shorten
their, maybe to about zero
seconds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that would
truly be ''dying, and going straight to HEAVEN''!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
enemies attacked me with a small gang of music thugs. This happens a
lot, both inside my apartment, as well as while out on errands, and
happened in Jersey as well as in Florida, these Satanic Demonic thug
music enemies are everywhere, harassing me, keeping dirt bag turds
like Zimmerman out of jail and into trouble, and others, with a
ruined life and in prison. Now I am passing no judgment, but I sure
am making one hell of a mother fucking armchair observation as a
supposedly free to do so, legal citizen of the United States of
America. Involve MUSIC, basicly do the same crime down to almost
duplicated cosmic fabric detail, yet look at how one case goes one
way, and the other case goes the other way. Hay, don';t pick on that
MUSIC MOB of theirs, we know the
OR ELSE in this one, BREEEE!
Well,
to finish my just shy of quarter of three story, on this rotten ass
afternoon; these three dudes sort of built average, late teens, were
crossing Avenue B, approaching my apartment building, while some pal
of theirs in a vehicle was with them earlier and had driven off, but
had been right at my window blaring out HORRENDOUSLY
LOUD OFFENSIVE GHETTO RAP TYPE OF MUSIC AT TOTALLY ILLEGAL LEVELS,
as they do very often, Fort Pierce, Florida, local Police Department,
who no longer watches over our building, according to Resident
Manager, Mizz Debbie Marotto, but I'll make this a public record when
I post my blog, aniwho, so try and stop me, evil mother fucking cold
cruel asshole world, just fucking try,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am not going to get into anything real heavy, just a little re-hash
short mega-tweet, about shit that waas discussed back when these 8+
years of my blogs were all beginning at the blogger dot com website,
early into 2006, and then as the year went along inbto summer time
and autumn time. This subject would be three locations, that were
magically all connected together, or where DISTANCE WAS ELIMINATED
ALL TOGETHER WITH A POWERFUL FIELD OF MAGNETIC ENERGY, the great
wormhole connection tunnel of Fred Windstein of 1997 and back into
1970 from there. I speak of 1558 Pierce Avenue and 1100 State Street
intersection, of Camden, New Jersey. I speak of Hopkins Lane between
the little man-made creek-bridge and Kings Highway, of Haddonfield,
New Jersey. I speak of the Tennessee Avenue area right near the
boardwalk, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, where today, a casino bus
parking lot stands, right next door to the once owned by Robert
McGuire, old eleven plus decade building known as the Pittsburgh
Hotel. All I am going to say about this, is that in a parallel
universe, I used one of these three way connection tunnels to walk
from Haddonfield to Atlantic City in one step because the actual
distance was atomically compressed about thirteen-million times by
increasing the density of the atoms within that field of energy, thus
decreasing the mass or the distance between these two rooms and
towns, from 53 miles into 25 inches. Why were these wormholes there
back in 1970, and why did Fred Windstein of the great Tandy Radio
Shack seem to know a lot about all of this, up in 1997 while he and
Craig and Don and I were all working on a few electronic ideas of our
own, that of course the great cosmic fucking enemy that I call
WOMO-MILITUFORCE, totally obliterated, and blew all of us away and
apart from each other, with fox-like cunning and covert ease an army
of black-operators from the BFA? Why, you wonder? Well, Jim Burr, is
not always correct, as when he told me at the Deptford Mall on night
in the late seventies that the answer is, ''There isn't any answer''.
That is right once in a while, and screw you and your little
girlfriend Connie Chung, but it is not right on many fucking ass
occasions, BRO!
As
for why Paul and I were heading back up north, it had to do with some
problem with artists we had, and Dawn-Marie King was one of them. In
this universe, she had a very nice singing voice, but had no interest
whatsoever in music, and NEITHER DO FUCKING
I, FOR THE COSMIC RECORD. These rotten bastards and that
entire fucking miserable industry can all go and KMA!!!!! Someday,
the world will advance, and know the triangle reality, of dreams,
hyperspace, and exploratrons. Until this time arrives, folks will be
missing a very powerful part of truth. Hay, go with god, folks; sawn
you BRAH!!!!!
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, sir!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete fucking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
THANK
YOU KIND VIEWERS FOR BOTTOMING ME OUT AT WHAT???????????????
MORINAITY
HAS BEEN GIVEN A STATISTICAL DEATH SENTENCE, LADIES AND GENTS. 434
DAYS TO BE DEAD ON ARRIVAL IN THE CYBERSPACE HERERAL HORSE PISTOL,
FROM TODAY, 02/18/14!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
ASK ME IF I COULD FUCKING GIVE A SHIT. LONG BEFORE THIS, I WILL PULL
ALL THIS SHIT OFF THE INTERNET, AND BE IN SOUTH AMERICA WITH A HEIRUM
OF GODDESSESS AND LIVING LIKE A CUNT LAPPING FUCKING KING. HARRY
KALLAS COULDN'T SAY IT AS WELL AS I COULD RIGHT ABOUT NOW, GOOD AND
BAD FOLKS, I'M GODDAM FRIKKIN' ADDAHERRRRRRE, REAL ASS SOON, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
would you say it Senator Thompson Sir, ''GOOD
RIDDANCE''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
THEY
REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ME GINA, SO NO THEY FUCKING ARREST YOU.
ARE YOU JUST ANOTHER ENEMY OF MINE NOW, GADFLY
BLOGGER OH MAROLA ONE, UP HERE IN OH MAROLA FOURTEEN
SCHOOL-PLAYS OF 1969?
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
I NEED SOME HELP
FROM THIS MUSIC THUG GANG, FORT PIERCE POLICE, THEY ARE GOING UP AND
DOWN RIGHT OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT BLARING A GHETTO BLASTER, AS THOUGH
THEY ALREADY ARE FROM THE FUTURE VIA STM, AS I HAVE YET TO PUBLISH
THIS BLOG, UNLESS THEY HAVE A BFA CONNECTION, AS THEY HAVE A MAGIC
LATTERN KEYSTROKE PROGRAM AND KNOW EV ERY SINGLE FUCKIGN STROKE ON
THIS KEYBOARD, AND ALL SHIT I AM FUCKING SAYING!!!!!!!!!!!! What
I never did get around to telling you lovely giant Gina Queen, is to
watch out for your disaster in middle February of 2014, 15 years in
the future, sweetie bye, hay girl, if you need me, I am right here,
YO, so just let me know big lovely
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well,
going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into one
of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and dominate
them without them being privy to it. They do not go unconscious, but
merely begin doing some things that they later say to themselves, gee
what made me act that way, why did I say, or do; such and such a
thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I'll say, ''You liar''! Then for
all of you football and gladiator fans, of the yesterday ghost inside
of all of us, huh Debbie Sevensign Moore; there is the other side of
this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the defensive. This is learning
while here and awake, to recognize, when one of your more advanced
hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is trying to work their magic on
you. After-all, of course this is going to work two ways and in two
directions. What fucking road only goes one way? One way streets are
a traffic command for vehicles to drive one way or THE OTHER WAY,
still, there are two ways, or directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET,
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. Get any of this huge shit yet, when I put it in parables
and short illustrations, as did my 61st
grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a while back, altering
the history of this planet, ultra huge time, YO?
Well,
going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into one
of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and dominate
them without them being privy to it. They do not go unconscious, but
merely begin doing some things that they later say to themselves, gee
what made me act that way, why did I say, or do; such and such a
thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I'll say, ''You liar''! Then for
all of you football and gladiator fans, of the yesterday ghost inside
of all of us, huh Debbie Sevensign Moore; there is the other side of
this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the defensive. This is learning
while here and awake, to recognize, when one of your more advanced
hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is trying to work their magic on
you. After-all, of course this is going to work two ways and in two
directions. What fucking road only goes one way? One way streets are
a traffic command for vehicles to drive one way or THE OTHER WAY,
still, there are two ways, or directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET,
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. Do you get
any of this huge shit yet,
when I put it in parables and short illustrations, as did my 61st
grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a while back, altering
the history of this planet, ultra huge time, YO? A
child can see this blatantly obvious truth.
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
Yes
people, this will be a very interesting next few
days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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