(June
26, 2007), around 22 past noon. Urgent reading!
Now it is the next
day, 062607.515, on an early Tuesday afternoon, and where am I
but good old Winslow Coopers Fools Library, across from the
Jersey Columbine Non Hyperspace. No giant sluts to greet me at
the door, and no teenaged huge sumo wrestlers either, praise
the SAR. This past weekend and Sunday was the worst elevator
ride of my life off of the sixth dimension. Do not even try to
grasp what I went through. It was literally like getting into
the ring with both Mike Tyson, and the devil itself. I can
only ask the question that I am able to survive all of this
because some power far beyond what any tiny conscious mind can
ever hope to really get any type of handle on.
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE EQVT# 25,785
MIZZ
PAM BONDI, MICROSUCKS CORPORATION WILL NOT RELENT WITH ME, AND ARE,
PERSECUTING ME CONTINUOUSLY WITH THEIR STUPID ASS LIGHT-BULB HACK, AS
THEY ARE AGAIN RIGHT NOW AROUND JUST SHY OF THE BEGINNING OF THE
FINALHOUR OF THIS SEVENTEENTH DAY OF PUTRID MOTHER LOVING APRIL OF
TWENTY FOURTEEN. THIS IS OF COURSE ON TOP OF THE ALREADY EXISTING
HELLISH HACK WITH THE NON STOP FAILING UPDATES AND REUPDATING,
CAUSING ME TO HARDLY BE ABLE TO USE MY OWN BOUGHT AND PAID FOR
COMPUTER, AND THROUGH ABSOLUTELY NO FAULT OF MY OWN, AS I DID GODDESS
DAM ASS NOTHING AT ALL TO DESERVE THEIR MONSTROUS EVIL DEMONIC HACK
ON ME, AND I KNOW YOU KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!!!
I
have a few short things to tell tonight, and will do just that before
I crash intro non endless sleep, unfortunately. I do not dare dwell
on endless sleep, it makes me cry like a baby that this surreal
indescribable total bliss is just for the infinite number of
non-existors, and that us poor existors cannot get into their club,
with its limited finite space that cannot squeeze in one more
existor, into their precious prized domain of oblivion. It makes me
cry like a little tiny stupid ass baby, peeps, YO! First, I am going
to buy another mouse and if this is not the problem, then I go
straight into an FBI Field Office and will sit there until the press
whom I'll invite as a poor persecuted citizen, watches me get either
some legitimate assistance, or these bully assholes throwing me out
of their dam ass office. One or the other will indeed be witnessed by
the free press. As for the updates persecution, an inexpensive
software program may fix this, and I will try it, it will be refunded
if I bring it right back and it won't fix the problem so that the
updates can load in successfully, from Microsucks Corporation. So
this is where all that stands. I tried and tried to get an old style
video cassette recording machine (VCR) along with a remote control
unit to operate it, and that rotten Goodwill Store local to me is a
bunch of bullshit. I am just about to stop doing bizz with these
pricks, and start giving my loyalty and money to the Salvation Army
Store, just down the dam highway a couple miles further. Nobody is
gonna' make a rock chucking fool out of me and laugh, and think I'll
just keep eating their squirrel crap. I've got some news for you
dudes, BRO!
When
that stupid universal remote control that Radio Shack promised me 100
days back when I purchased nearly 200 dollars worth of stuff over
there, would not work to be usable with any of the VCR units at the
Good Will, I took it back today and although the replacement plan was
not refundable after 30 days and I did not want a replacement but a
refund, they would not give me my insurance fee back that was for a
year, but they did allow me to return the product after I told them
it would not work as the store clerk had promised me and that I was
ready to go make a stink about this with the county clerk's Office
and never be a customer again. Then things ended up pretty rosy, as
out of the blue, the salesman pointed me to a unit they had that will
play and record any and all of my VHS tapes, and in addition will
play and record CD-R discs, that I can make from either the VCR, or
direct from the TV. They were not sure how the jacks would work with
what I have, and I told them I was unplugging my defective unit and
would be plugging in this unit, and it needs to connect my 6 RCA
PLUGS, no need for any special cables such as cable TV antenna screw
in cables, or any high definition razor thin line connections using
Disney-Monster high-def-cables. All it needs is to go into the red
and white audio and the yellow video holes for RCA jack inputs, just
a swap, the bad machine for the good one. They showed me the rear
side of the model, and sure enough, it is perfect. I purchased it. I
knew I had to make a purchase eventually since the universal remote
was just not working, but never thought these machines were being
sold. I lucked out as the purchase price was normally around 230
smacks, but I bought it for a buck and a half, and traded almost even
money, my universal remote back to them, in exchange for one stack of
CD-R discs. I am not happy about spending the 150 smack-daddies, but
I did have this put away for just this possible eventuality. Now I do
not have tapes breaking every day and all sorts of shut offs and
screw ups, with those two twin machines I have been forced to keep
using broken or not, as no one could sell me anything workable for
dam near a freaking ass year. This positive event may have been the
reason for the last hour trading day small twelve point reversal and
droop in the Dow Jones price on the garbage ass Manhattan crooked
markets!!!
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Nothing
in this creation naturally ages or gets destroyed in any real way
outside of powerful illusions in STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND). Neither death
or disease, or any of this, is natural; nor is any of our material
objects wearing out and stopping. A powerful controling force is
doing all of this to us and it has no right at all, to be doing this.
When you die or grow old or your stuff wears out that you own, you
are being targeted as we all are, by HALLS FAWCES of age-illusion,
the tool of making us and all things, fall apart, screw up, and reach
their time of total demise. This is not something that has to be. The
bible puts it how some schizophrenic jealous god took our paradise of
endless bliss away from us for daring to try and be like him, you all
know it, the Garden of mother fucking Eden story, and don't be too
quick to count it out as some fucking fable folks, as if you do, you
are making the mistake of the ages. It is no myth, and it is no god
dam fable. There were other peeps somewhere not that far away from
this biblical story family new unit block of 4 original folks, Adam,
Eve, Kane, and Able. I should know, I totally know and remember that
I indeed, WAS KANE. But as much as I would love to go on with this
right now, I have other shit I want to tell. Be sitting down for this
one because if you know what is going on at least since early middle
2008 with me and this Morianity Project and the revelation that came
roaring its way like a freight train on freaking ass horse hormone
steroids; you will need to be sitting down for this. I promise. So
take a sip of tea or whatever and get relaxed, then read on, please.
Someone
has informed me, and you need not be placed in a position of knowing
who, and I choose my words quite carefully here; but yes, I have been
made privy that Morianity is not going to be my SSJKK suddenly
remembering who she really is one day and come running up over here
to me and all of that. Instead, this game in here
Jacked-In-Lawnmower-Simulation-Man, of a sort; works as follows. She
does not like where I am going to be going, and just nearly crashed
my mother fucking open-office-3.1 document file program, at quarter
shy of fucking cunt eating midnight. Now in retaliation, I will take
shit even farther than I had originally planed to mother fucking do,
good folks, YO!!!!!
This
entire project, as some smarter amongst you out here have guessed
already; is about me coming of age mentally and spiritually, or in
other words; about me putting some of the wildest cosmic dots all
neatly together, for over 4-6 decades of time, and seeing what
picture is drawn as a result of this ancient pencil-dot game. As with
a jigsaw puzzle, you buy it, be it a regular two-D one, or a cool
advanced 3-D type of one, you get the end result picture displayed on
the box to act as a reference for you so that at least with 10
thousand broken pieces, you have an idea of the complete picture and
can begin to make parts of it outline and slowly complete to resemble
a perfect depiction of the puzzle's picture on its box. I on the
other hand have many more than 10,000 cut up dots and pieces, and on
top of that, I never was given any kind of hint or clue how it all
will end up or look like at the time of completion. This makes the
game harder, and it also makes it much more interesting. Without a
picture, the puzzle fitter never can get ant real idea of what it is
all about, not until the moment of full completion. Doing it this
way, opens up the mind way farther, and allows the imagination ro
dare to wonder virtually anything, all the way to maximum taboo-ness.
The existing idea on the other hand, puts a restraint on those trying
to move down the path of connecting these dots, in ways that conform
to so many ordinary standards and accepted only concepts. This way on
the other hand, removes any and al shackles around the fitter trying
to fit it together. After-all, it can really at the end of things, be
anything at all, with absolutely no limitations of any kind. If it
ends up as a giant picture showing a lovely sixteen year old goddess
in an unfathomable city, owned by her, with her THAT-BOY by her side,
infinitely, and this and that or whatever as well, this is as Dawn
puts it so well, what it is. The picture would be the same even if
given in the beginning. The problem is that no one would ever be able
to piece it together, or not for a million years anyway. If something
is just too far out, then those searching for those answers, no
matter what they may be, must make a conscious choice to accept, ANY
POSSIBLITY, without one single exception. All this said good peeps;
I met a wild teenager in the middle and late nineteen sixties by the
name of Sarah. This took place in Atlantic city, New Jersey, in the
area of Tennessee avenue, and the then existing Trinidad Hotel, now
the same building and structure, but is part of the SUPER-8 Hotel
Chain. Long Story Short (LSS) folks, This girl was not a teenager.
She was actually born on 18 July in 1986 ans she had immense power so
as to be able to appear on the street with her friends and me as
well, as a lovely and totally awesome teen girl. She had the power to
enter into your dreams and they were not mere dreams, and this could
alter reality. Later on she did this again and became a 22 year old
beyond hot and gorgeous tall Rehab Student, over at my Special
Education School, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; and while doing all of
that, she was able to be a toddler over 100 miles away, living with
some very unusual and savory characters, not all that different that
she did while on Tennessee Avenue, with Estelle Andersen Bassler,
Chester Perkowski, and some guardian or parent who never met back
then, by the name of Nurockey. To be able to be in many bodies, has
now all been explained a lot better to you, my Morians, this is a
power and ability developed by a very few unusual paranormal gurus,
known as what else, but T3E (TYPE-THREE-EXPLORATRONS). As for Sarah
Nurodkey in Atlantic City being in a younger body, only super super
advanced T3E can alter appearances, but yes, enough [practice permits
you to look any way that you wish to look for onlookers around you. I
now know that this was not some really wild cool old lady disguise
used in late 2009 in the Trump Plaza Casino of Atlantic City, but
what I also know is a lot bigger than this, my friends. Distant
Cousin Donald went to a lot of trouble to keep me away from his great
PLAZA CASINO back when he first opened it up in the spring time of
1984, and somehow managed to not only destroy my automobile, but have
fellow T3E get into a man who owned the gas station that I had taken
it too all overheated and shot; so that I would not end up as I had
planed to do, going to his opening day event. I know all this as
syure as I know the sky is black by night and blue by day, or some
such similar off colors; with weather and jet poisoning, all as
contributing factors, of course. But getting back to the connection
of jigsaw puzzle pieces, or a trillion numbered cosmic dots on some
huge cosmic canvas, it is a wild thing that was told to me and you
now must be made privy to this as my great
and wonderful
viewers. Should you ever practice and become accomplished T3E, then
I'll change that to the Gottwald-Ozzwald famous saying from one of
Hollywood's best ever freaking productions, “GREAT
AND POWERFUL”,
and non MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB-ETERNAL-HACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter how
you squish it and shake it and toss it; when you tote all of this
horse shit up good folks; it comes down to me being so important to
these world owner powerful people; that they
cannot ever stop thinking about me for a single fucking cunt hour.
I guarantee you there is no rock star, no movie acting person, no
fortune 500 executive, no sports star, and you go right on naming
things from great world leaders to great men and women who have
influenced things of greatness ranging from Gandhi to Theresa to
Curie to Mandela, to Gates and Jobs, to anyone you can possibly ever
think of, who is in my similar position. They are all known by
millions, but they are millions of nobody's for the most part, and
that is all well and good. But I seem to have attracted the
attention, in this little short life span as Mark Wayne Mohr; of
those who create the stars and the great people. My life is under
such totally different rules than both the ordinary mega millions of
folks, as well as the great peeps of such hero worship; and this is
indicative of a lot more than some random coincidental event, or
anything any of you are going to be able to think up, and probably me
as well , so don't let me try and get a puffed up attitude here, as I
basically am every bit in the darkness all the time over all of this
shit, as any and all of you, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
really totally cool and knowledgeable person at the
'Tandy-non-Caddyshack', as many folks around town; are all inhabited
by some T3E, on my side of this fighting army, at least IMHO. I get
my supply of information, and I should not most likely say anywhere
near as much as I do. Before I do get into it,
MICROSUCKS-LIGHT-BUILK-HACKER-SCUMBAGS, I need to update my Morians
and my Lessians with two other things. I have some kind of an
infestation of mini-droids
(insects)
in my automobile. It is filled with small bugs, that are dark and
appear like roaches, only cut in half and rounder. They run fast, as
roaches do; and
I do
not think
they got into my fucking car, helter skelter.
These are micro-android-ESS armies, and have major agendas as always,
to hassle and harass me into a very early fucking grave. Also I went
to clean up in the bathroom before leaving my apartment on my small
errands of checking out the Good Will as I told you to see if
Patrick's newest promise in just more dogshit as it was and is, and
also to purchase at the Publix Grocery Store, several frozen cans of
lemonade and limeade. I was going to pick up some reading glasses,
but that will have to wait for the third of May when my disability
comes in, as with my spending 150, I do not have another 560 for the
glasses. The distance pair was free. The second pair is around this
figure, depending on style, etcetera, with my particular insurance
system. So I started trying to clean myself up in the stink-can
(bathroom) and no water was running. Same thing in the kitchen sink
as the bathroom sink, and the bathtub/shower system was dead off as
well. They had it working again when I returned, even dirtier and
smellier, from my afternoon freaking errands. The last few days have
been cooler but are indeed inching back up again, the only thing
saving me this week is a lot of overcast skies. I am so disappointed
in my Diana for never ever wanting to come around, and get real close
to me, letting me actually feel her lovely electrical currents. I
just love my wonderful beautiful beyond hot and awesome electron,
beyond any possible way folks, for me to ever describe my love for
her, to any of you, sorry! Yes one good thing came out of the water
repairs. The flow in all faucets in the bathroom, not the kitchen,
were really pretty freaking measly. Mow they are strong and nice
again. So despite a lot of shit every day and for many days, and
months and years and forever, two things worked out, and then the
third thing cannot be told directly, but I am going to fucking elude
to some of what was imparted to me today, by nameless peeps! S for
the mini-droid fucking enemy force, they will have the shock of their
life when I nuke them the next time I go out and then return home, as
I keep my windows fully up, and the indoor temperature is stifling
from this time of year onward through late November; and I have a
spare can of RAID, and I plan to empty the fucking bastard can right
in the car and close them in to fucking DIE,
DIE, DIE,
oh
great Trilane Squire Patton Chef.
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OF APRIL 18, AT 2:00 AM, 2014,
FROM
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If
you ever read this blog, call me sometime, 489-8625.
Thank
you my wonderful people for coming back to me.
I have 80% of my lost viewers back that were with me last year in
twenty-thirteen from about March through July. Then when I dared to
post up my techno-pop YBCO song remade from my old 1983 tune, it
seems all hell slammed me in the ass. I will no longer do music or
discuss music, since the music jerk offs all hate me with such a
passion, as though they're all such perfect little frikkin'
angels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still folks, thank you, it is only
going to get better and better, as 'Momma-Cass' said back there in
the nineteen-sixties; and I promise you this, without the
Milituforce, or the WOMO, or even just big lovely
MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME
USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS
BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN DID THIS IN
1997.
Yes,
many folks have come to Fort Pierce, following me down here
literally. Some my distant family, some part of the ESS naturally,
and still others, whoever and whatever they REALLY are, some are the
soldiers on my side of this army-fight, praise the
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, to get into to much when I am this
weak, beginning the 28th
mother fucking day of last August in 2013, as you all know, or should
know unless someone is totally new to the blogs and Morianity and
Mountainpen, as you all know my problem with MUSIC, only none of us
really can know WHY this music problem exists, but a child on moron
pills can see it plain and clear as days spent with Johnny Nash. In a
super compressed nutshell my good folks, here is what I can, and
thus, WILL say and tell right now before closing out this blog for
this night. SSJKK wants me to know who she is, back as Sarah Nurockey
in the sixties of Atlantic City, as well as early in the seventies in
Coolie Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, as another Sarah, Mizz beyond
super girl white hot Jacobson. Then there is now, which until the
middle and late nineties, I was as clueless to this newest and
latest incarnation on her part, as a new born baby would be to the
great formula of E=MC SQ. BUT
little by little; she did things, that made me know, that she indeed,
is my SARAH
KRASSLE;
and she can just go on denying it all she wants to; because we both
know it is true. When I went walking underneath Central Pier, I never
hit my head on a low beam. Paula King, street name when my kid's mom
was in that area and at that time and having marital woes and was
philandering around without ever leaving her house many times, as a
what else, T3E, still, one year after she had her way with me on the
first Saturday in July's 1969 year, she popped up again, most likely
exploratronically. She entered into my head and made me believe that
I had hit a low cement beam underneath the pier. Then she told me
that she did what she did a year ago from this early July morning ion
1970 and that I may want to know that I have a very lovely non Amanda
Harris Jones daughter, State Police of New Jersey and government
intimidations clubs of the north. When I was later on walking down
Tennessee Avenue still dazed from it all, no copyright Office, the
thrill of my life did not come along, only thoughts in my head that I
have to be imagining this, as it is so fucking totally crazy. The
only problem was that I was holding onto a newspaper that this lovely
woman had given to me. It was the Wildwood Press, dated one of the
first 6 days in July of 1970, please do not ask me which one, I
merely have a powerful memory that it was somewhere between the first
and the sixth day, and it could have been any one of these six. This
paper was inside of a thin box. It had buttons to touch and was
filled with bright blue and yellow prompts. I remember getting to
Pacific Avenue and catching the Jitney-Bus south to Cornwall Avenue,
and going home before going out and swimming again. I also remember
having a towel with me, and wrapping this thing up inside of this
large white towel, and before leaving the area of the Central Pier, I
also took a short dip in the sea. When I had come back from my second
swim, and walked back to child molester Thomas J. Reale's rental
property where he had me staying, and abused me sexually, twice in
there; first by hand, and second orally; I took a nap and got up and
it was around 7 in the evening. Ziggy had just told me to get lost as
many who know my ugly story of 1979, know all about this. He was my
boy-hero, and I cried every day and night and could not figure out
why he told me to ''Go home'' and would not speak to me any longer.
Later of course, I learned, not from my mom going back and talking
with him, as he never dared tell the total truth to the ugly
monstrous things going on in Atlantic City, but I learned he wanted
me home and out of there, not just to be with peeps my own age more,
or because he was concerned about Reale the molester, not that these
things were not more than sufficient. Ziggy and Trinidad Hotel
Manager Soifer, and Restaurant Owner Pincus, all three right within a
few years of all of this shit in 1970, died from a horrible form of
what is known as Galloping Cancer, a type of cancer that is on
steroids and runs much faster than ordinary cancers, taking a patient
to the grave in record times. Ziggy supposedly died in 1973, and
Pincus and Soifer, all went within a year one way or the other of
Ziggy. These three dudes all knew what had happened to me with Tom
Reale, and were now considered by Chicago Mob Boss Gallagher, to be
extremely dangerous loose ends. They never died of fucking galloping
cancer, all were murdered and died really horrific agonizing deaths.
My old blogs from 2006-2009 speak about all this hellish nightmarish
shit time and time again, it is all there to be archived by any one
of you at any time. The ESS is powerful and something connected to
all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously
somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014
and form the past few years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Only this
tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. I
remember to this very minute in future time, folks, the word on the
side of this thing that I used to just call the Wildwood Press paper
placed inside of some weird thin box containment. By tapping certain
keys, you became a part of this networking cloud system and actually
were mentally transported into it where it was simulating reality as
if you were there. I can only wonder if the logo PEEF meant anything
to do with my genius computer younger daughter, lovely PEE. In 1970,
she was not close to bing born, this would be almost 27 years out in
the future on March 29 of 1997.
Still,
I will hear what someone told me recently ringing in my ear for a
thousand freaking ass years. “Why would your baby mama think to
look you up or think the kid was yours when you are as white as a
puff cloud? She was probably unhappy in her marriage and was flinging
around with several guys, and never would have suspected you as the
daddy”. All this time I hated my mother, I hated my kids mother,
and really, I am so dumb and so stupid ass. You see, ask any
biologist, every six generations, a white-black mixed couple has a
descendant, usually one, so if I had had siblings, this would have
come out a long time ago, only this was not the case as I was indeed
an only child, for
'Buzzer death-droid Mortino' to
scan me all the time and annoy me to non-death, you know,
''first-born''. Still, between this, the chemtrails doing the same
kind of damage to the both of us, and about a dozen other things if
you think about it for a minute or two; and most of you can see why
this all happened. As I began putting this all together in 2008, the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE made things 100 times worse. Anybody smart enough
out here to see why this had to happen, or are the IQ numbers going
to remain averaging in middle high double digits forever. Still and
all, I am supposed to just live and do this Morianity, and all things
as I now look back in 20-20 perfect frikkin' hindsight, makes
powerful and perfect sense. It is as easy to see that this was all
carefully meticulously planed out by very special powerful peeps from
even the very day of my birth, and very possibly, long before my
birth. Only those with real seminary knowledge can get into these
things, and then, most would think words like blasphemy and delusions
of grandeur and all sorts of varying mental illness and general
psychotic features. Only trouble is that I know this is not the case,
as I have lived and survived through way too much to fall for that
fucking bull crap,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When enough stuff
keeps happening in the real world that insists that something is
there, then you are not imaging it, these are or were, the great
words of wisdom, not of John Lennon, not of Richard Marcucci, not
even of Misses Marola; but of the
most glass half full person you will ever come to meet,
Mister David
Leigh Smith, back
in autumn 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
Sir
ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH,
PROGRAMMING OVERRIDE!!!
HEEDA-WEDA
ALLYAFOLKS:
COURTESY
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Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
APRIL
18, 2014,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 3:08,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HEEDA
JUPDA INAT LITEHASS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER FREAKING CALLIO CLAN OF CHAPPAQUIDDICK BRIDGE FAMILIES, OF
SWEPT AWAY ROSS SECRETS AND DRESS SHOPS!!!!!!!!
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I
want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey's
class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other
authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure
my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Atlantic, Department of Public Safety and is managed, under
contract, by the State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public
Safety, Juvenile Justice Commission. Harborfields is located on
Buffalo Avenue and Duerer Street in the City of Egg Harbor, New
Jersey. The Program serves male and female juveniles between the
ages of 12 and 18 awaiting court review for disposition, trial or
other court action. The facility has 8 secure beds for females and
19 secure beds for males.
Harborfields provides a secure, safe, clean and healthy
environment for court-detained youth. The dedicated staff of
Harborfields are consistent, tolerant individuals who work as team
players. Leading by example, the staff is able to provide to
difficult youth much needed self-discipline, respect for self and
others and personal responsibility.
Through education and rehabilitation, emotional support,
stability and structure, the youth at Harborfields are dealt with
as individuals. At Harborfields the program prepares its youth to
reenter the community or to enter into Juvenile Justice Commission
programs.
With the use of effective treatment methods, Harborfields is
making a difference in the lives of youth.
Harborfields meets the needs of the community as a secure
facility for juveniles who have been deemed unsuitable for release
pending court appearance. Harborfields also works to stabilize
juveniles by structuring their day with educational activities.
1. Counseling Component - Guided Group Interaction is conducted
daily by two staff for approximately 1 hour per session.
Individual Counseling is provided as needed by staff social
workers.
2. Academic Education, Special Education and GED preparation
are provided by the Atlantic County Special Services School
District with the expectation that youth will return to the
regional public school or transitional school.
3. Drug and Alcohol Counseling as well as Narcotics Anonymous
and Alcoholics Anonymous sessions are provided through the County
Youth Services Commission, as needed.
4. Recreation and Athletics are conducted in the facility
gymnasium by the Physical Education Teacher provided by the
Atlantic County Special Services School District.
5. Sex Education and Parenting classes are provided by an
on-site Program Specialist.
6. Community involvement is maintained through special events
which include speakers such as the Mayors of Atlantic City and Egg
Harbor, members of the police department, and people from other
walks of life.
7. In House Detention Program - The facility manages a 10 slot
program which places youth onhouse arrest under the shared
supervision of parents and detention officers. The intention is to
have the youth continue in usual community activities pending
court appearance.
Upon arrest, a juvenile must be seen by Juvenile Intake for
determination of detainable offense which would result in the
youth being remanded to Harborfields.
Sunday 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM - Family & Friends
Thursday 7:00 PM - 8:00 PM - Parents Only
Visitation Requirements:
Visitors must present proper ID Visitors under 18 must be accompanied by an adult. No former residents are allowed to visit. Special visits available upon request, with approval of the Superintendent. |
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REAL''.
Well, let's, Herby and George and Everett. Why did Dawn
King
know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my life,
was so interconnected with the larger extended family, unless all the
things that Morianity and my blogs have taken us for more than eight
years, are indeed, all true and totally correct?????????? YOU GO, OLD
coworker and pal, 'Bob Schleigh' from Mac Andrews in 1980!
Jupiter,
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Dodie Smith. The second movie, 102 Dalmatians, came out in
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