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CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,802
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super
glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding
negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot
be sure of anything
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MAY
1, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 8:33
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.
DOWN
FROM 92 BACK IN THE AFTERNOON.
SHEEEEEEEIT,
it felt 100, as did I while outside, Bob McDowell Microsucks
Light-Bulb Hacking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
PIG SWEAT PEOPLE, A LOT IS GOING ON, AND EVEN IN I DO NOT PACK UP FOR
MEXICO TODAY OR TOMORROW OR REAL SOON, IT WILL BE A DEFINITE
EVENTUALITY. THE 'NARKSQUAD' STRUCK AGAIN, AND IF I AM NOT OUT OF
THIS EVIL EMPIRE BY THE 2019 YEAR, I WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO GET
THE MEDICATION THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE AND FUNCTIONING. THIS WAS DONE SO
I WOULD NOT BE HERE FOR THE FUCKING CUNT HUFFING 2020 CENCUS. ANY
GUESSES WHAT IS GOING ON, DOCK PROBS-84?
My
entire life was ruined by these mother fucking great almighty
Kennedy's, and not just me, but anyone that gets in their way,
or they know in advance has the possibility of doing so, and believe
me, with power like this fucking family has, THEY
KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is the floor pounding
punch beat when you really could fucking cunt use it, oh wonderful
world?
I
asked Gawky Gaukauk two
questions recently that I want made part of MORIANITY and these
blogs, good peeps out here, YO! This is a major ass mind blow, folks,
I
promise you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''HATE
MY GUTS FOREVER
IF IT MAKES YOU
HAPPY
AS
HELL,
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE''
***BRO***!!!!!
Thank
you lovely lightning (GODDESS DIANA) or really
SSJKK-MIDDIE-ISISCYLLA; for coming over to see me today at the
doctor's office. 1+1=2, no need me talking more about the opening
part of the blog, right folks, HERE WE GO AGAIN new kids, PP, and
daut, and all of you, the
2000 AD 'NARKSQUAD' strikes again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
computer has been attacked by Trojan
fucking horse black hat cracking hackers,
old buddy from 1972, Chairman of the Federal Communications
Commission, Robert McDowell.
The
secret shit I plan to tell, will blow the socks right off of General
Patton's mother fucking army at light speed squared.
Now
I have told already on many old blogs, how the JAPANESE
EMPIRE
sat on the hugest fucking secret of the twentieth century, and how
they tried hard to convince American troops that were captured by
them during World War Two, about this truth. You will see this
clearer yourself as I now tell you some more about what we started on
my last blog. Be braced, and first, here is the Q&A with GAGA and
me, the magical 1980 black cat with the white paws. Cut me one Mizz
Leo from '85!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am dipping up me' din-din Mizz Davis, care to join me with those
lovely sexy eyes, girl, remember I don't need PC to be with anybody
in any way, PLAYGROUND of the world owner and distant asshole cuzz,
Delirium Tremors. Please let me on the merry-go-round, or I will tell
the other kid from ''heaven'' at the other park, King David black
snake slingshot champion. Patty's freaking candles, cut me another
one, Margie Leo, YO!!!!!!! Unfortunately
folks, that is NOT a total lie,
or for that matter, even a small white one.
Yes
Mister McDowell, this computer, like me, not LIE ME, HACKER TROJAN
SCUM; is on its last legs. When it dies, the story of Morianity is
then meant to be over since I cannot afford to purchase another one,
and Clayton Coins Harvest is no longer around, to assist me in making
payments, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. These are te things you must all come to
know and learn, life tells itself, it really ISIS with words 134 not
NORRIS KICKER, separating those letters in that magical 5-word
sentence, WOW MACKEY-MACY, and lovely great
STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GAWKY
AND THE Q&A CAN WAIT, LIKE HEAVEN. I JUST WENT THROUGH LIGHT-BULB
HACK ATTACK HELL, FCC BOB MCDOWELL OLD SCHOOL PAL. I WENT TO TURN ON
THE COMPUTER, and something fucking happened that never ever happened
in the 4 years that I have had this fucking cunt thing. Some kind of
disc situation where half a million files were checked, and it all
had to do with this one file, Journal Tape 25,802. The printing on
the screen made that very clear. Never again will I do journals an d
blogs in sections, as it seems that the MIND is ONE. Internet, the
computer, and the UNIVERSAL MIND ITSELF
or the simulation that is all of this and that we all are jacked
into, Professor Kaku, sir and pal; obviously they have contacted each
other, and I am not in control at all of any of fucking this. When
MICROSUCKS and their crony phony bologna army of stink rat maggots
are through with me soon, it is a race to whether they will destroy
my machine and murder my mother fucking CIVIL RIGHTS OF FREEDOM OF
SPEECH, before I complete the major story about to be imparted to
this sick deluded fucked up planet-3.
MISS
WITCHBITCH JANE CUNT LAPPING WHORE NOTFONDAUONEBIT, JUST
NAILED ME AT PAGE FUCKING CUNT ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, AND I
KNOW I HAVE HAD 100 STRAIGHT CUNT CHEWING FART SNIFFING SUPER FUCKING
BOTRBAR DAYS NOW, STRAIGHT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!
Now
I did the filler lines, and now I will do the fucking compensating
with five numbers, for her dirty rotten diseased one
numbers!!!!!!!!!!! Then, GAGA, it is time to talk a bit about you and
the two Q&A's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
LOVELY DIRT BAG MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACKER IS ALIVE AND WELL. You
may all disagree with me, and are TOTALLY ENTITLED TO your MASHELL
DANIELS 1980 OPINION. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!! Yes folks, They've
worn me down to a total frazzle.
©
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR AND HIS BLOGS, 2006-2014.
PATHETIC
PERSECUTED MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR. MORIANITY BLOGS COPYRIGHT
2006-2014, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
I
have lived under this assault with the MILI-2-FAWCES, way long
enough, and then some; to know exactly how this all works, and how
these deranged sicko monsters play the game along with me, called,
''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''. But as my Journal tape eight
hundreds come in, this game will be major ass explored, my good
peeps. Thank you for staying with me!!!!!!!!!
The
whittle bastards didn't score their bullish rally today, so they are
pouring on a major health attack and a major utilities
attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
before I say to all of you out here, NIGHTY
FUCKING
NIGHT
GREAT
VIEWERS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
let me tell you a few quick fucking things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES
SIR AND MA'AM, I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS WILD UNSPEAKABLE NIGHTMARE
SINCE AUGUST 15 OF 1986. I AM NOT A PROPHET OR SOME DREAMBOAT ANNIE
WILSON MAGIC MAN, MOMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ONLY REASON I
KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IS BECAUSE THIS IS SO ''YESTERDAY'S NEWSPAPER''
THAT IT SMELLS IN REVERSE!!!!!!
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No
uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by telling the
conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was
very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at
175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my
presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit? In any event, this is
March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!
The
days of Hammonton, New Jersey were a story all their own, right Ann
King Silva, Stacey Collegemail Hamblin, and Edward Lynch? Long
story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9
room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other,
with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and
a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity
now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until
about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically
and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly
and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C
if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, YO!!!!!! I
reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use
the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable
system!!!!!!!!!!
As
for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that
is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with
the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This
was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula
king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of
PEE.
Son
of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey,
Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place,
oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He
just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape;
the second time you raped me; right news
media
who made dam fucking
sure that story was killed
as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not
all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
If
you don't want me to have fleas, take better care of me lovely
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, my beautiful teen-queen goddess, YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
GETTING
ANOTHER FUCKING (`~
HACK)
OLD PAL, SIR MCDOWELL, just in case you're interested.
Comments
You
shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human
lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she
watches the show.
DYING
UTTERANCE LEGAL DECLARATION:
IF
I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE, AND IT APPEARS NATURAL; IT WAS NOT. I WAS
MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED
BY ALL OF THE ENEMIES SPOKEN OF ON THESE BLOGS OF EIGHT YEARS!!!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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PLEASE
HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
MY FUCKING GODDESS; THIS HELL I AM IN, TOTALLY FUCKING
SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HELP ME, NOT YOU MARCY & ROBIN!
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HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHY WERE MY NABES SO OFF THE FUCKING SCALE HORRENDOUS
ALL THROUGHOUT APRIL OF 2014??????????????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-187
MY
MATCHBOOK OF ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, HAVE THESE FOLLOWING ITEMS:
OWN
THE LAND, Q, CIFALOGLIO, RADIO SHACK, MONSTER-ASS, SARAH KARGE, NICK
CANNON, HYPERSPACE, LONG ISLAND, GLOUCESTER, TIME TRAVEL, PETER
HASSE, ROBIN OXMAN
HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS COMPUTER PRESCRIPTION SHIT
AND MY NEEDED ATIVAN TO KEEP ME OUT OF ETERAL SUB COMA DEATH SINCE
1983, AND THE PROBLEM TODAY AT THE DOCTORS
OFFICE???????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-PCN-583
MY
MATCHBOOK OF ITEMS FOR THIS NUMBER, HAVE THESE FOLLOWING ITEMS:
WILL
MARRY A TALL YOUNG GIRL, CHAIN, ENEMY, CHINA, SHORT, MASON, NOISY
NEIGHBORS, MARK MOHR'S SECRET DAUGHTER
Gawnum
study is no easy task, and is a skill that must be learned. It is not
merely knowing how to make the calculations of the 81 PCN's from
words and sentences. After that comes the REAL WORK!!!!!!!
'Sar-ah'
wants me to guess
the name of the guests.
She wants the entire world someday to do this as well, and without
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3, it will not come to pass. It may take 500
years after my death as me in current form, but IT
WILL COME TO FUCKING PASS, FOLKS, I PROMISE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No Mister Foreman and Mister Gandhi, I'll TARENTEE IT!!!
Why is this so important? Give me a break. Those that won't let go of this UFO thing, are barking so far up the wrong mother fucking tree it is almost fucking ass hilarious. They are accurately seeking the same thing, but they do not understand EXPLORATRONICS. When they do, and when all of you do as well, now we will have a totally level playing field, without a bunch of gods throwing their weight around, huh Gary Mitchell and Doctor Freezerunit?????????????????? All the clues to so much are on all of these wild and great old shows, folks, but laugh on, as you are spitting in your own mirrors, not in my god dam face!
Another
fucking (`~ HACK) Bob McDowell, pal and sir,
FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
for the final thing of the night, those numbers from other parallel
worlds or in powerful (dreaming interactions) to keep you all happy
in cave-age 2014.
Those
numbers, remember them folks, 17,000 and 42,000, as in dollars, one
for a major weird outlandish automobile repair, and the other from my
1994 book called, “The Permission Barrier”? Well, that incident
in the book came from, yes you guessed it, what you would all insist
on calling, a dreaming interaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well,
let us do something with these, since it was after my 59th
and before my 60th
birthday come the 4th
of December; that this second number amount for some bizarre auto
repair came along, and we recently have discussed the numerological
up-number for ISIS, number magic dice 7, or 25, which can be 34, 43,
16, and so forth, as long as it adds up to a seven,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Take
the zeros off of these two numbers, and
we are left with a 17 and a 42,
am I right, lovely peeps??????? So let us do a simple addition and a
simple subtraction here, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
So
let us add up 17 and 42 and wow, do we get a 59, and super wow, if we
subtract 17 from 42, do we get a 25. We sure do, lovely
MIDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
freaKing Hannah love-juices, is this cool or what? Well, this ain't
fucking ass nothing, good peeps!!!!!!!!!!
When
we have sentences like IT IS WHAT IT IS, gas
me not, sir Steven Thefogg King,
one or two 'L&O' GEES; as gee willagars; on or off of October
fifth in twenty OHMATE, Misses lovely Marola from 1969; there are a
lot of things you can all play with; besides yourselves, when you're
all alone and fucking ass horny as all get out. Let me totally
randomly make up the sentence that first just comes into my head,
“The
red dog is shaggy and dumb”.
Not very nice, but that is what popped into my sicko brain, so
fucking sue me, dog-lovers, and JUJU! No, not hyperspace ZUZU and her
dam ass flower pedals, Mister Stuart, YO. Aniwho, YO, I highlighted
this made up random sentence in BLUE.
Now
23 is the number of Apollo-Lucifer-Diabolis, or Satan the Devil you
might say. (RED) and (DOG) are words 2 and 3. There was a big shaggy
red dog that belonged to a family whose father was a buddy of the man
at the time, that my mother was dating, in late 1969, you know,
Mirrors Sidney, not Cohen, but Crown, yes Dick Wolf, you knew it all
along, sir, as you most likely knew about Ziggy, Marola, reflectional
time, and the eternal life machine of Mister Barber, not Mister
Bieber. Aniwho, moving along and finishing up for the fucking night
folks; they had this dog, and I was not consciously thinking anything
about this when I said to myself a few minutes back, let me randomly
make up a short sentence for the blog to show my viewers. This dog
was particularly unfriendly; a coley who was not the friendliest
'Lassie type coley' on his best day; and on the night that this man
got real drunk, after a hockey game, that my mom and I, and this
family all went to, over in Philly; as the Jersey Devils were
playing, and I always loved this fucking hockey team; but this man,
Mister Hetrick; acted like
a super ass hole, and made me have a disdain for alcohol and
alcoholics from the age of 15
years, right on up; and then Dawn
Drunken King came along
to put the final mother fucking cunt chewing nail into my pussy
sucking coffin; Mister VAMPIRE-FRID of the
shadows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My pernt here is simple. This was
one thing out of 7 words that are numbered 1-7, and I could have two
and three and why not even four digit things, but what I am saying to
you all is that things really do connect, and whether you think it is
crazy nonsense as most do, changes nothing, not diddly fucking ass
squat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE YOU THAT MO, AND
WOMO, AND ANYONE ANYWHERE AT ANY TIME, BRAHHHH!!!!!!
Here
we cunt eating go again with another fucking (`~ HACK) Mister Bob
McDowell, sir and pal from 1972, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Memories
are all part of the same MIND PROGRAM
that is all the stuff all around us. The subject alone here is 100
Encyclopedia Britannica lengths long; I assure you. No one
consciously forgets one single thing as long as we are reasonably
brain healthy. There are triggers that bring memories back, as we are
not tape recorders. However, if you begin to keep a journal on tape
as well as listen back to it for 20+ mother fucking years, it will
produce an automatic endless trigger, sort of like engaging a fucking
switch inside of your brain, that is on full power as far as
memorizing your past, so long as it is in the past. As for me, it
caused me to have a near perfect recall, other than for 10 minutes
ago to ten days ago, and when that becomes a new-past, it too will be
as if it is etched in mental stone for me. Record your dreams for six
months to try and prove me wrong here, and you will get a mind blow,
but if you would rather record your life, do that. Then
as you go back, your memory consciously, will go BANG,
as if you never forgot it. It is not that the conscious fucking mind
forgets or even reassigns it to more subconscious regions, as so many
had believed for so long. Instead it is a delegation into a land of,
''hay you must trigger me, and then I will pull it up, and until you
do, screw it; I will keep it submerged''. That is almost a verbatim
of what your conscious minds are saying to you and me, day and night,
24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for using this kind of TOOL, this, or
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or APE-ICPE, and so many others; the main thing to
focus on all of the time is that we need to be wondering just who is
really who, and all the time. If something is out of character, and
off, and you just know it, for crissake, as PP used to say all the
fucking time, YO, “GO
WITH YOUR GUT”,
sheeeeeeit, dam good fucking advice, my old
ex-partner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember
the magic word ladies and gentlemen:
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
Say
it once or say it 1,000,000 times, it still is EXPLORATRONICS.
JOHN
J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it
all really begin?
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Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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registered offenders and others might have been added. Some addresses
or other data might no longer be current. Owners of Homefacts.com
assume no responsibility (and expressly disclaim responsibility) for
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