Tuesday, May 6, 2014

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MAY 6, 2014,

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JTCNE-25,807-A exists only in the OZLANDS of magic now! Do not expect to find it up on any blogging site!



DEAR DIARY JOURNAL, THESE MORTALS UNDERSTAND NOTHING OF MY WORDS, AND MANY TIMES, I DO NOT FULLY AS WELL. ONLY I DO UNDERSTAND THAT LAST SENTENCE, AND THEY DO NOT.







This was another botbar day, as every single day has been for months and months and months, other than for a day here or there scattered very sparsely. I think I may have had 4-8 non-botbar-days since this year of twenty fourteen came in, but this is not when this started to get this bad. It began back on last August the twenty-eighth,and some of my viewing audience knows this, and knows why, and even may know why I ran into GARY STONE at a security post back in 1979, and no, that was a hack error or a (PBHE) when I said dreams from 1970 and 1980, obviously I meant to type in 1979 and 1980, as it would make no sense to have said the type on that blog. Gary Lighthouse-Lightning-Colors, darker than or not darker than, all taken into consideration in 1969 in Atlantic City, Gary Mitchell was done in by a huge STONE, that fell down on him when Star Trek's Captain Kirk shot a laser beam at the rocks over head, so that he would be entombed inside the grave he originally had made for Kirk. Behold, SSJHH. I love holding you, giant teen queen, in your lovely palace on Kanwal Avenue in SDK in Phase-2-Reality, (Astral-Plane).









Ever since the Microsoft Corporation early last month or about 30 days or so ago, did what they did with their big new change, my computer is basic toast! There is software to fix this according to the Staples Store, but I am going to write a letter to Pam Bondi to ask why an old disabled person needs to be out of pocket on this, just to make a multi-billion dollar outfit a little richer, and make me choose between an operational computer that is not going haywire until I PAY THEIR BLACKMAIL FEE, BASICALLY, or be able to enjoy eating good meals and live on bread and shit for a month, it is totally unfair, President Obama, Governor Scott, and AG Mizz Bondi, and this is how I feel pure and simple, so here it is Jerry Mathers and Hugh Beaumont, right out in the freaking open with the busted car window back in the freaking nineteen fifties!!!!!!!











All the evil wicked capitalists trying to make slaves out of all the poor hurting peeps like myself, should all be so ashamed of themselves that they grow beards for inability to look long enough in a mirror to freaking shave. Their nice clean cut look tells us otherwise, they are without shame, without conscience, and totally and absolutely without any dam freaking humanity, whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I TOLD YOU THE STOCK MARKET WOULD BE UP. IT NEVER EVER DROPS AFTER A WEEKEND THAT HORRENDOUS. When the Milituforce hits me as hard as they did last weekend, the market has yet to go up on the week less than 500 points, this will be the first time, if it happens, knocking the great Chris Dunn and his range theories all to HOT ASS DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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So much is all rapped up in that fantastic STAR TREK episode called, “WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE”. I could sit here typing for months without stopping, and I would shop-drop long before telling it and getting most of it out there, in words most folks could personally even start to relate to. So I am going to speak to myself, and anyone who comes along for the ride, is more than welcome, in my club, it is always free, and I want nothing from you. You can call me a kook and a crack pot all you want because I know the truth, s I am laughing deep down at the Missourian Scoffers Club, and always will be, no offense meant, that is just the way it goes, Ziggy Malyeska, and in more modern lingo, the King family switched this over to the new famous saying of, “IT IS WHAT IT IS, and the coded message of 134 and 25 inside of this little saying, blows my mind from Heredahellda and back!!!!!!!! So then what caused the initial drop in the beginning of the day, some may wonder; despite me accurately calling an up day; just nowhere near as much as I thought, based on lots of past performance parallel event study, or better said, PARALLEL EVEN TINGHTMARES I must endlessly endure, since 08/15/1986!!!! Well, I have some theories and ideas. First, despite the blog on Sunday afternoon being hacked to holy and unholy christless hell and back; it made it up, and caused some quick initial damage, but when all the dust settled on EVILWALL STREET in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG, the result still was an uptick bull on the day, AS PREDICTED, AND KNOWN VIA APE-ICPE-TECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Only a few got some messages, but that was good enough to make Monday morning open up bad for my enemy world owners, AKA the WOMO-MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER HALL @ MACANDREWS & FORBES in 1980, with or without the FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH, CALLED ROBIN HILL APTS!

































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THIS BLOG CAUSED AN AFTERNOON OF PURE MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING HELL FOR ME, ROBIN HILL, NOW WE KNOW!!! YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, NOW WE KNOW.!!!!!!!!







SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO Mister Arthur Crane, from twelve years later, in 1992, Misses Sudano endtimes; 1980 and ROBIN HILL was a very powerful thing, as was 1979, with or without good or bad girls, really really really, INGRID; and if I may probe further along here good folks, and almost all the way to the borders of Jamaica, and fruit juice island commercials of Prince-Bomb years; GARY STONE and his omniscient knowing of the universe being what it was, is and will be, so we have another magical triangular merge going on here kind people, the SIDEWALK SCIENTISTS OF THE STONE-MITCHELL PINK/PURPLE/WHITE CLUB, we then have the mysterious FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, THAT WAS GOING TO DESTROY ME AND MY ENTIRE LIFE, being those apartments, some time in the future, as was told by me, to David Smith, ten years earlier in 1970; and did indeed come to pass; and then we have the magical Christmas Tree Angel/Sarah Marola Jacobson or whoever she really was in those days of uncertainty and quantum flux that would blow the combined minds of the Chair, the Stein, and the Kaku-Prof of NYC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You keep the Bermuda Triangle, this one is about 50 times greater, weirder, and way more spurious, surreal, and mysterious than that ever could hope to be on its best day, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







YOU PISSERD ME AND MISSED ME, JANE DIRTBAG SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE, YO YO YO YO!!! What did not miss me is my first Microsucks hack of the night, good folks, my famous dirt ball Jack-Hack-Lattisaw-Attack (`~ HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















PEE HAS FOUND ME FOLKS!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. YOU ARE THE TRUE INVENTOR OF KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE NOT BORN FOR 17 MORE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE KENNEDY SCUM ALL KNOW THIS, AND ALL ABOUT MAGICAL FUCKING BULLETS. THEY CRASHED ME AGAIN, BOB MCDOWELL. SO THIS IS GOING TO HAVE TO POST UP WHILE IT CAN, TNG-Star Trek AND ALL trekker peeps? Do I hear another W-O-W?



I MOTHER FUCKING SHOULD, LIGHT BULB SXCUM BAG ASSHOLES AND UGLY EVIL ASS TAWF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





DON'T DISCUSS SAN MATEA COUNTY OR ROBIN HILL, HUH FUCKING KENNEDY POWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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is afraid of certain things, or they would not go to all the trouble of stopping me from saying things such as Robin Hill or San Mateo County and 36th Avenue and the Google Maps incident back in the early springtime in 2011 shortly before leaving the hood of Fort Pierce and coming down here to 7th Street to this PHA Building. So why do I say that my hyperspace daut PEE is the TRUE INVENTOR of this: Just exactly why? Well, let's take a bite or two out of this and explain stuff today, it is time to talk unless some big girl shoves me down first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








































































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Many powerful dreaming interactions took place while lived at 1802 ROBIN HILL APTS. This is where I had the dream about the 495-DIE-DIE with Gawky the magic black cat and he did pick the lottery in exactly the way I was told would happen when I woke up. This is where Donna Summer's mom asked me at the doorway of some mansion with 50 foot high doors, and I quote her, “Why did you do this to my daughter”. This is where I was sung by the greatest goddess in the multiverse, shortly after moving in there, “Love Is For Carpenters”. This is where I was sitting in front of my machines, and my open reel, that PP left on the street, with my permission, the day I moved out of Guthrie Short's mansion; my Panasonic Technics open reel RS1500US open reel semi-pro mastering machine, 20 years after getting having it, a magic amount of time known astrally as a BRIPER or Briggbase-Period, such as with Paul Stoddard and the deal made with the Leviathans (same thing as the Lambrigg Cult) on the show called, “Dark Shadows”. I would be willing to bet a million dollars that BOO or Warren or some friend of my kid drove by and picked this up and used it in the background a year later in that great movie of Trump's dazzling lights, and other such things, I could be wrong but am sure enough that I'd bet a million on it. This is where I spent all that time with a parallel universe Donna Summer doing some wild project, and it also is where some strange things took place that I never really talked that much about, but they happened nonetheless. My mom worked with some strange peeps who came over to this apartment, only I will admit, that now, we switch over to the second of the three units, remember I first lived in 1802, later at 506, and ended up finally at 1102. Even I get this confused from time to time, so do not panic if you do, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

















Please do not think when you seemingly are reading old text, that it is just a repeat. Instead, if you speed-read through it, you will see it differs many times, or goes into intentionally created hyperspace equation, and this is done for powerful reasons that would take years to explain to you.












Search this site: I wish you would have helped me, old buddy, we all go back to the same chess-box after the game is over, you know this, and so do both of my kids, friend.





















You had to experience that wild day with the Google maps, in order to fully appreciate it, let alone believe it; ladies and gents, huh Sheriff Munks?????????????????





Thank the gods you got out of here over 13 months ago, lovely awesome PEE. I love playing 500 with you, and so many other things, and will never ever leave you, but I admit, I don't like that college dude you are dating too much. We dad's are pretty fussy when it comes to daughters and the bums they choose for life mates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Well ladies and gentlemen, I am going to start preparing me' ol' din-din, and yes Betty Davis, you may always come, but keep the roaches behind at your place, lovely lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so very much, and I am having steak and spaghetti with some Lima's. Lima beans that is!!!!!! In any event, before I close down, let me post up a quick few things, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. YOU ARE THE TRUE INVENTOR OF KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL, EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE NOT BORN FOR 17 MORE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE KENNEDY SCUM ALL KNOW THIS, AND ALL ABOUT MAGICAL FUCKING BULLETS. THEY CRASHED ME AGAIN, BOB MCDOWELL. SO THIS IS GOING TO HAVE TO POST UP WHILE IT CAN, TNG-Star Trek AND ALL trekker peeps? Do I hear another W-O-W?

I MOTHER FUCKING SHOULD, LIGHT BULB SXCUM BAG ASSHOLES AND UGLY EVIL ASS TAWF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


DON'T DISCUSS SAN MATEO COUNTY, OR ROBIN HILL, HUH FUCKING KENNEDY POWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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MMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, KILL AND DESTROY AND WIPE OUT WHOEVER HAS HACKED ME TO DEATH AND HAS DESTROYED THIS COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CG-18-STOP!






I will be telling things next week where they most likely will kill me, Police Department of Fort Pierce, and my death is on all of your hands; as I have pleaded for fucking help for 30-60 mother fucking years now, and been totally ignored!!!!!! Thanks to some good protection on Monday, I made it through the day without a lot of additional horror shows all around me. THANK YOU, whoever helped me, it is very much appreciated. I remember my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Good hot gravy, PP; please do not ever think that I am ignoring you on this LINKED-IN website. I just do not know how to work these things, sahwee!!!!



Now the blog will get down and dirty. I was with the ESS last night, falling into sleep around half past midnight or so. About five hours later I woke up to just remembering the tip edge of being with them, in a weird place near some seashore, it could have been anyplace, and naturally, in any universe, but a localized one. The more distant they become, the curve of strength that the Lawtronics has over them appears to dwindle, them being the universes, not the ESS. If you go to distant ones as most of you know, you may end up in some weird places that indeed would defy the natural order and laws that we would think of these as, here in this particular universe and order of reality. Long Story Short, or LSS, the Exploratronic Supermind Society had a few top members ere in this place that had lots of outside decks, lots of blue painted wooden steps that separated them all, some in area distance, while others in altitude difference. Grassy pathways were the nearby roads, some march lands were also around. I have strong reason to believe, whatever localizing parallel universe in the hyperspace that I was ibn, was still New Jersey and around this time, you know present time and year, 2014, or give or take just months or so. I gathered this from listening intently and carefully to the conversations that I heard going on all around me at this one particular clubhouse out of a cluster of them, or this is what it all appeared to be in my humble opinion. They told me after what I will discuss in a few minutes, that I was not officially invited in, merely that I'm in the process of introduction, them to me abnd me to them, and I have not as of yet met certain specific requirements for becoming an official ESS member. Certain things were needed. One was for me to drive down this very tiny one car wide grassy lane if you will, that went about two miles, winding up into a small hilly area that led to a Comcast Cable Television place. They said I needed to take this bill to them and they handed me an envelope that did not look like a bill, more like a letter or postcard or something, but it was no normal regular customer bill, and it certainly was not return-addressed, Exploratronic Supermind Society, not that it ever would be. I looked over and as I did, the road seemed more and more treacherous. Wild horrible looking huge nearly dinosaur sized animals suddenly were roaming around all over the fields along this twisty windy road seemingly heading straight into hell itself. I wanted to do this real bad, but eventually remember distinctly, chickening out. They said until they give me an errand, and I obey it without fear or question, I am not invited to join the ESS. Then I looked at what they had given to me and it was now a small package making a horrific sound, and I broke it open and it was a miniature of one of those animals out along that road that headed up into some hills where this so-called Comcast office was up there. The creature then jumped out and onto my arm and began biting me and putting me into excruciating agony. The pain was beyond intense and hellish, and I began rolling down these blue colored wooden steps to the ground, while several ESS members then surrounded me. One touched my shoulder and instantly the pain was totally gone, as ''if it never even happened''. I was waiting to hear a an advertisement for 'Serve-Pro' to start blaring out somewhere. Then the package had again reverted back to the envelope that they wanted me to take up to the Comcast place. Now it had become a regular appearing Comcast bill. Many things were spoken to me and they told me that I am being persecuted by entirely different forces than I was at a younger age, after I began communicating with the subatomic particle that humankind labels, 'the electron'. Powerful lawtronic forces create dream-outs from void infinity and they construct the tiniest possible non zero-dimensional unit of beingness possible, the asapian dream. This comes out with half spinning around clockwise and the other half spinning around counter-clockwise. This is why when carbon eventually is created into the mix along with perfect dosages of hydrogen and oxygen, what is thought of physically as life, begins to emerge. Along the fourth dimensional line, there is an eventual growth in connectiveness to the lower lawtronic dimension or sixth dimension, which is pure MIND. The larger the receiving connector system becomes as time progresses or in the area on the one end of the 4-D line moving forward, the more mind signal can be sent. The more mind signal that can be sent, the entity can eventually begin to become self aware, and has led us all now to this stage of present humankind advancement. Nut as with all things, nothing is that basic and simple. LSS, my horrendous persecution began when I was able to begin coding back and forth with the force behind what makes electrons what they really are inside of this dream out from the void infinity. This is what the powerful owners of the world are and will forever be covering up, and should as person accidentally stumble onto what I did in 1983, they have to kill you, and slowly drive you mad until you are a mere shell of your former self, and go mad or kill someone else or yourself. I have yet to do any of this, so on they go persecuting me endlessly, relentlessly, it won't stop, as I know too much truth that is top majestic classified by the world secret system WSS. Even invited in exploratrons do not communicate with the electron, as I have been not only doing since 1983, but have fallen madly in love with this incredible energy that can of course become anyone or anything and take on any shape and do any miracle. This entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON, has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result. Still, this is why my persecution all began, and it will not end in this lifetime as Mark Wayne Mohr. This very same force against me is experienced by all the UFO and other seekers of truth, who dare to seriously buck these powerful controllers of the WSS. Some call the MIB part of this, but they're just the stupid drones who carry out the intimidation missions and so forth. The truths behind this great FORCE, jit eyes and Jedi's all not withstanding, or any Mister Hall's for that matter; is male domination ego. The male of the human species cannot handle the fact that an almighty teen Goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle owns this entire everything. This is her videogame of a 21st century way or relating these truths to many geeks out here. I am her THAT BOY, placing me whether I like it or not, smack dab at the center of all of this, and it was all set to happen, and I did not do anything to bring anything about, it was going to all occur whether I approved, disapproved, or whistled Dixie Ann Southlands Tunes, for 300 years through my nose!!!!!!!!


Other blogs will follow that go further in my eventual hope of joining the ESS and when and if this happens, I'll be bound to regulations that may prevent me from blogging many things that I now blog about. I already was told that several things I discuss now on blogs, to quote them, would be immediately halted, should I become a member of the ESS. You don't say NO to these people, folks. You see, the package and the weird road of dinosaurs, this all makes me realize who the real and original TALLOS-4 peeps are, and how they entered this world in 1966 as PHASE-4 entities and TYPE-3-exploratrons both, to get the great STAR TREK show to all happen and begin. Study its history. The survivors don't discuss it but they all know that I know and have figured out nightmarish horrific truths regarding all of this. Hay the shows were wonderful, but all realities have their dark side, to quote lovely scary Dawn-Marie King, the Latengrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


For now folks, I'll bid you adieu. I wish to relax and start cooking a light brunch. Have a very nice day, good peeps, and hope for my sake that my day is not too disgustingly monstrous, on or off the Haddonwood treadmills of Joe and Andy, and others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






The markets will be flying after that assault on me back on the previous weekend, ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Remember the three ladies that this chapter of the ESS introduced me to in that wild nocturnal experience, good folks????????? I sure do. MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON!!!!!!!!!!!!








Holy cow puke, Sarah, thank you for the domain. You don't have to ever give me anything, I just want you to always promise that I am THAT BOY, IN INFINITY, THIS EARTH MEANS NOTHING TO ME LOVELY GIANT GODDESS SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!




THEN THERE WAS THE OPPOSITE END OF THE COOLEY HALL, OUT THE DOOR AND UP HOPKINS LANE JUST A LITTLE BIT TO THE WEIRD PLACE CALLED LILLY'S LILIPUTIAN LIVERY. WELL, I DO NOT THINK IT IS WEIRD ANY MORE, MISTER GULLIVER. IT ALL FITS LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING GLOVE, RIGHT IRANIAN 1968 SHAH, SIR?????????? RIGHT LATE UNAT GERALDINE SNOW MASON??????

































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ANYONE WHO CAN PULL OFF THE BLUCRAN STUNT IN 2008 WITH ME, HAS MY TOTAL RESPECT FOREVER, I OBEY MY LOVELY CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got beat up for the DMV story!!!!!

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

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NEVER MIND ABOUT THIS NCC-CLOUD TRICK, PEOPLE, THIS, JUST LIKE HEAVEN, TO QUOTE MORTALS; CAN WAIT.
I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 11 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes”.



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HOLY FUCKING MOLEY MOLD JUICE MIXED WITH VOMIT AND LOOSE DOGSHIT, STIR, SHAKE, AND YUMMY, REVOLTING HUH? Try multiplying a hell like that by ten million and it never ever stops. Welcome to DOGTOWN, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, the photo camera shot with the magic leprechauns also wishes to welcome you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV, this is the JUPITER INLET CAM, YO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















































Why is this nearly the year of 2014 and I am here discussing record promoter Lenny McKinnon, and a thousand other topics from A-Z that pertain to things from 10-50 years ago, like it was just going down yesterday? Folks, because to me, it has, and I have nothing to do whatsoever at why this is so, and am not the one who indeed is making it all so. You most likely choose not to believe this, and THAT is causes a distance between us, separating you from ever knowing powerful truths that I admit to trying to publicly get out here, as this is my only avenue for getting out of what you all call for many many centuries, “HELL”!















There is a group of rotten horrible monster mother fuckers somewhere in this cosmos, who has targeted me for a very wild experiment. These same jerk off entities are the ones that can cause me to have, what you would all consider to be a powerful and vivid dream, such as on April 27, 2011, about being in a class-room setting, and then awaken and go somewhere, and within a few hours after being what you would all see as being back awake, in a similar setting, a computer class at the HARVEST, where I worked Mondays-Wednesdays at the time, and had a dude for no good reason, viciously attack me, not physically, but the verbal assault out of the blue with absolutely no provocation whatsoever, was right out of any 50 TWILIGHT ZONE television shows.



People, my troubles as with all of yours, some are indeed caused by my stupid life decisions, and a lot of just plain ordinary everyday bad luck. Many however simply put folks, ARE NOT, with all of the emphasis of those areas in my song from 1986, called ''Real Good Girl'', Sir Lurch Rockdroid Kirkrush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



If however, shit that I am going through to this very mother fucking day down here at &th Avenue and Avenue B, in Fort Pierce, Florida; directly connects all of these things from my past. If there was truly any way of separating myself from my past and as all of you love to say so much, MOVING ON,, I would gladly do this. I would give half my limbs and half my blood volume, if someone could ever show me it is possible to do this in my particular case, only I know it is not, and I know it so strongly that I cannot describe this to any of you. You merely need take one example I'll now give to you, and then multiply this maybe about four dozen freaking ass times. You go to prison for 30 years. You were totally framed. You never deserved this punishment. Now you are out and serving 20 years being on parole, strictly monitored. You still never ever did one thing to break the law that you supposedly broke. You are 100% innocent. But every job you try to get, forget about it. Every person you try and befriend, forget about it. In fact, just forget about anything except doing the rest of your hellish time on this Earth, and then dying. Well, as I said, multiply this by 50 magnifications, give or take, and this is me. So don't be all out there my friends and fiends please, wondering why I seem to be stuck in some time loop warp, and totally oblivious to the time that is passing around me, not caring about all of the current events and rarely blogging about any of them. This has no connection with my hellish existence, none whatsoever. I just hope this little diatribe has cleared some stuff about me and these blogs up, if only a small miniscule bit, and if not, well, Ziggy Malyeska said it so well in 1969, ''That's the way it goes”.







I have heard many people say over the span of my life in present condition, that it is a strong truth to say the least, how the greatest people on the Earth as measured by mankind himself, believes the wildest tales, while the shoeshine bums scoff and laugh. This comes into its own with the mighty new Presidential Hopeful, Mister Fakehair. LSS, however you shake it all up, my early October blogs in 2008 would make some Missourians wonder just how I knew that the Philadelphia Phillies Baseball Club would definitely be celebrating their World Series Victory in about four weeks time, with no hesitation or trepidations whatsoever in my belief of this future event. This is why the great and omnipotent Donald must have actually thought, as he came zooming from the sleepless city to the north, over to his other city of America's playgrounds, that I went too far, and brought the greatest voice ever, up to the future; and into his casino. The way he came tearing over, and still was too scared to land that loud chopper of his, for a seemingly endless period, after his security and other ops teams obviously e-mail attached him, their just made video surveillance tapes, from the floor of the Trump Plaza Casino, that day around two and a half years back. Don, do you really think I would risk a 260 pound mass to energy conversion, that would be more than sufficient to wipe out this, and most likely the nearby star systems around this one, old pal? Borrow some coffee from her and wake up, YO? If they somehow had ever met and touched, I could type in the word 'POW' with a vigintillion “W” letters and it would be a gross understatement of what would transpire, sir. Even 'THAT-BOY' would never do anything that wild or crazy, but the more I ponder on this, maybe you would make the greatest president of the nation after-all. Anyone willing to entertain, and be nervous, about the remote possibility of this happening; would probably have caught Mister 'OBL' a lot quicker than both the current and past presidents combined, so I will give you a capital 'A', as well as a capital P, the 'P', for paranoia, since as we all know, Mister Trump, it takes one to know one, YO. I would never go back to 1986 and bring MI as a teen, into your place. Still, you are one cool dude for even thinking that I would, YO. Go beat your buddy Tiger, he is falling down fast, and I hear you have a good swing yourself, old dude.



MI, I got your message. I am in the middle of a move, and even though it is across town, and not thousands of miles, no one is helping me do this; so give me until the end of the coming week. It will be around the same time your friends from South America called me on the other number 300 miles to the south. If you want it to be any other time, you can let me know, I know that now. But then brown eyes, what can't you do? I have come to learn that about you TQ. T-B hears and obeys his GODDESS.



Now that my 2 fave peeps are out of the way here, I can blog on and say a few other powerful things today, and wrap up, and crash shortly; as I am all worn out from packing lots of junk.



The world has a right to know how to prove that all things talked about on the 'Blogs of Mountainpen', are all correct and true, and never are posted for purposes of misleading anyone, or down right prevaricating to anyone, at any time. No one is going to sift through tons and mountains of crap, not even if the author was Britney or Trump or Lindsey or Paris or Eminem, or any famous celeb. So here I am with more text and words, than the mighty and quite cool, Mister James Patterson, and hopefully in no near-in way, geologically, is he related to the wonderful and extremely mysterious 'person', going by the name of Donna Lalassas, of New Jersey, in 1990, after our encounter a decade earlier when her name matched yours, or perhaps somewhere written close to an even and equal totaling length of words, when all totaled up; but I am not so dumb as to expect, that peeps are going to archive all of my older blog writings, so tonight I will re-tell about the great 'FASCITAR', as well as remind the world of a powerful statement made and revealed by a Doctor Bruce Goldberg, whom also is a highly successful novelist and colleague of Mister Patterson; and this book being referenced here by me, is entitled, “Time Travelers From Our Future”, a must read, as it is done well, and contains many powerful truths, that at the beginning of the so-called New Age a while back, were being seriously examined by even the heavier skeptics of the state of Missouri, as well as the town of Eureka, California. In any case, wherever we all reside, whatever we choose to read or not to read, what I will say now has been said except for this short additional addendum. There is no record now of the 'FASCITAR'. However, all one needs to do to prove this is not made up, is find out in the late sixties or the start of the seventies somewhere, at the US Copyright Office, just who indeed was the author of these words of secret and ancient wisdom, and then remember that Morianity merely tells about this, and reminds anyone interested, that one more part of this great truth and secret needs to be applied, a secret for whatever the possible reasons, was omitted from any ODF the original texts, and a secret that without knowing it, wipes out the true total benefit of using this ability. 'HACK FUCKING ATTACK', both on this blog, as well as on my other blog before this one, chapter 146, the famous {ODF} bullshit. I said it was OMITTED FROM ANY (OF), AND NOT ANY (ODF)!!!!!!!!!! This fucking 'BUT' attack of the after-library-days, is major on my mother fucking nerves, peeps, YO!!!!!! If I could line up whoever is doing this against my wall right now, I swear they would be tortured slowly to death, the way Bin Laden is being tortured right now, despite all this hocus pocus you see in the media. sheeeeeeeeeeit. The original teachings said the following things. Lay still on your bed in darkness and quiet, uninterrupted. Think about whatever would make you feel totally devinly blissful, and once in this state, without moving one muscle in your body, do the following exercise: Pick a place and a time that you wish to visit. While staying in that state of mental bliss, imagine that your spiritual doppelganger or (Astral Body) is oozing out of you like a tube of toothpaste if stepped on by a 400 pound person right at the bottom inch of it with the cap off. As your mind's eye perceives this, imagine going to the place you want to be, only not the you in the bed, but the ghost double of yourself. Pick out who you would see, and what might happen; and then replay this fantasy ten times, repeating it precisely, hence, you cannot make it some ultra complicated James Bond plot. Keep it short and sweet and simple. When this is all finished up, after roughly 10-40 minutes, depending on the length of your fantasy, you then go to stage two. This is where you literally silently command your Astral essence or body, to leave your physical body, and then you must choose a particular time; normally it is suggested to say one, two, or three hours. This is then repeated as a silent command, for six times. You must use the magic numbers here, why, I do not know; but you must use the ten times to play out the fantasy, and the six times after this, where you command your Astral Body to leave you. Then when this is all accomplished, you merely roll over and go to sleep, and it is also imperative that you stop thinking about what you just did as much as is possible, and drift off into sleep. After you have tried this between 3-8 times, the average person will suddenly wake up in what is called a waking-freeze. You will be asleep and awake at the same time. Any neurologist will immediately understand why I say this. When you sleep, for your own protection, your voluntary muscular system shuts down, in order to prevent you from acting out your dreams by wildly flailing your arms, or jumping out 'ODF' bed all around, AND I SAID OUT '''''OF''''' FUCKING BED, HACKER JERK OFF. Get fucking lost and LET ME TELL THIS, YOU BASTARD ASS HOLES, AS PEEPS HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH, MOTHER FUCKERS!!! Aniwho, when you awaken in a freeze up, you will be scared out of your mind, as not only are you immobile, and seemingly helpless; but also, you will begin to hear very loud whining and buzzing sounds, and as you remain in the bi-astral-condition, your fear grows to the point where all you can think about, is getting out of it, and just waking up normally. The faster you learn to ignore the mortal fear of this, the faster the real miracle can be experienced. This is where you forget the fear within you, and begin to powerfully will, with all your might, to be on the Astral Plane. My advice is to will yourself to be in the Capitol City, it is called Sahasra Dal Kanwal. After doing this for about what may seem to be a period in mortal time of 10-30 seconds locked in this waking-freeze, suddenly and instantly, you will just be where you willed yourself, and let me tell you all something, you will know it is NO DREAM. You are THERE. It is the most incredible thing in the world and beyond, and this is all I am going to speak about it on this blog. Should you want to do this, and end up there, you may ask the great 'Jehovah', or Sarah-Stacey Krassle, to let you remember this experience with extra intensity and clarity. Also, if you wish, will yourself to the Ricktown Manor, and come and visit with me there. It is where I live, with the great Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis, quite far away from Sahasra Dal Kanwal. One thing I do insist on, for your own safety. Should you wish to come in to Ricktown Manor, you may explore the entire home, it is gigantic. Just do not enter into any of the closets in bedrooms that are in use, as it may be one of Diana's, and she is very funny about invaders or visitors, entering her closets. She probably gets this from her cousin Stacey. As long as you have a functioning Physical Plane body back here in the material world, you will never be able to remain too long on the astral Plane. 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JOHN J CROWLEY , Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
 
Race:
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Sex:
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Eyes:
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Height:
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Hair:
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Weight
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Age/DOB:
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Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996

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JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL

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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. I HAVE MATCHED TIMES AND DATES AND MAJOR HIGH BOTBAR SHIT PATTERNS, TO CERTAIN LIFE PATTERNS, AND IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO A POWERFUL AND TOTALLY UNDENYABLE CONNECTION TO THE ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJK OR ISISCYLLA. THIS IS 'FREAKING FUN CITY', WITH QUINTESSENTIAL SARCASM ADDED IN.




The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. To quote the great Father Lucci in the fantastic movie from 1988, speaking of copyrighted musical projects; called, “The 7th Sign”, I know I can count on this. Yes, free at last, drums beating in both decades, blacks in or out of the military, and exploratrons chirping wildly in their signal energy dot states, oh great lovely Maggie; hallelujah I will be free at last, Martino King, great sir!!!! No, Mizz wonderful Twinbay, I am not the most glass half full person you will ever come to meet, back late in oh-eight. Sorry girl. In any case, YO sweetie, here is the weather map from the great and wonderful, non-powerful-Oz-Weather-Bug System, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!! But first, to be sure I made my point in all of this, good readers, I just want to make a tiny whittle statement here.


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Ladies and gentlemen, I do not know about the ''midnight train to Georgia'', or the Georgia Font; but I do know about a ballpark, a year that was called 1993, and a mean spirited horrible witch who damaged my life beyond repair with that zoom-in clock attack on television, by her and her rotten prick hubby broadcaster network owner, Mister Shithead Teddy Turner, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!




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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!












Ladies and gentlemen, I do not know about the ''midnight train to Georgia'', or the Georgia Font; but I do know about a ballpark, a year that was called 1993, and a mean spirited horrible witch who damaged my life beyond repair with that zoom-in clock attack on television, by her and her rotten prick hubby broadcaster network owner, Mister Shithead Teddy Turner, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!









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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























Ladies and gentlemen, I do not know about the ''midnight train to Georgia'', or the Georgia Font; but I do know about a ballpark, a year that was called 1993, and a mean spirited horrible witch who damaged my life beyond repair with that zoom-in clock attack on television, by her and her rotten prick hubby broadcaster network owner, Mister Shithead Teddy Turner, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

















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HOLY MOTHER FUCKING CALLIO CLAN OF CHAPPAQUIDDICK BRIDGE FAMILIES OF SWEPT AWAY ROSS SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dress shop, gimme' a break, you wanted to have your own place since you were nine years old, girl, so what's with this 1983, “I don't need this no how, no nothing” garbage, or lovely girls trying to send me messages decades later that it wasn't you when we all know that it was you?????????????????????







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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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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. He seemed to do the very same thing with her, up in the future by 20 years give or take, that he did only a few years away with Donna Summer, naming his ugly harbor tub, the PRINCESS, right after I copyrighted my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT PROJECTS, really the first one in 1988, misspelled on the copyright forms, and is why the words 'sic' appear on the title block on these forms that I now will re-post so that you can all see; which stands for Spelled In-Correctly. When patters continue to reflect a repeating item of anything is happening, the odds increase exponentially, that it is all just up in someone's mind or just a big ass fucking coincidence. One time, that's one thing, but then there came Mister Macy. Now at this point of things, I was at Jenny's Park and living a hermits life, not yet blogging on the net, as I had yet to meet Chris Bennett, who started all of this by telling me that maybe I need to do this to tell my story. But my real point on all of this is that all this time I had no clue how this was all done, or even a clue as to why. Now with the ESS, it all comes together so incredibly, that to quote the CCR Band of the sixties, I can feel this thing's fucking disease. And no, Jane and her weeds are not the only disease in town, not with all of this shit for the past 30-60 mother fucking years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







That's not his problem, Misses Mohr. Well Dock, oh mighty throat specialist off of Grant Avenue after making my turn off of 95 and onto Academy Road, what is my problem? Why will I go into a slow endless eternal coma sub death for a million years, without the magical 4-ML-GRAM daily ativan dosage, ever since AD-1983? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY, © 1984 YYYYYYYYYY? I NEED HELP BIG TIME, ALL AUTHORITIES OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOLLLEEY SARGE CARTER, USMC, and Doogie!













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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.



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WHY NOT GET TO KNOW ABOUT MY MAJOR recurring nightmare school, THAT WAS FINALLY FOUND WHILE I WAS KINDNAPPED BY THE MIGHTY KING BRANCH OF TAWF-70, YOUR EM!!!!!!!!!!




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DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC SAFETY

YOUTH DETENTION

Buffalo Ave. & Duerer St.
Egg Harbor City, NJ
609-965-3583
609-965-7962 (FAX)
Kimery Lewis, Superintendent
Wayne Ford, Assistant Superintendent
YOUTH DETENTION - HARBORFIELDS

PROGRAM DESCRIPTION
Harborfields operates under the auspices of the County of 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.
MISSION STATEMENT
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.
PROGRAM GOALS
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.
PRIMARY SERVICES
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.
ADMISSION CRITERIA
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.
VISITING HOURS
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.

You know that old expression, ''GET 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!







What DREAMS really are, is not going to be found in the collective works of all the dream books on the planet. If this sounds arrogant, all I can do is apologize my good people, but truth it truth, and there is plenty of freaking dog shit that I do not know squat beans about!!!!!! You see peeps, there is the MAGIC TRIANGLE OF REALITY, (DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, & EXPLORATRONS)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Know this, and you know the real power behind any and all secrets being hidden by any and all world governments, I promise you that!















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