TAPE 25,821-B

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YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983--------THIS HAS BEEN REMOVED. ALL YOUTUBE, FACEBOOK, ALL SOCIAL MEDIA SITES CLOSED. I HAVE NO TIME 4 GAMES!!!!!!

NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:

Only the opening title words are real, so studder away, PROPERTY-RICH-TOM!

**JCTE NUMBER 25,821**

There is no way that Haddonwood Club and 1995 was not all known about by WOMO, back in 1970 in the days of Gerard Styles, and the hit TV show of ABC Network, ''Dark Shadows”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No dam way!!!!!!!!!!

I'll never ever forget seeing the way the place turned into a vegetation overgrown property of ruin, in 1996 shortly after the sudden mysterious shut down of the place, literally overnight, jipping me out of over a hundred dollars, the great owner Anthony Zenun, that is, after assuring me to re-up, as if the place closes, as was a rumor in the wind for quite a while; he would most definitely return my money, Judge Judy!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been lied to and conned all my life by nasty ass pros and cons, no pun intended, but now in hindsight, totally meant, Pharaoh Ramases, so as it was written down, so it remains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I find it mother fuckiGN difficult to believe that this world has no official word, JIPPING, to be continually jipped, yes this has to be a MICROSUCKS FUCK UP HERE, neither word is accepted, well fuck you, I am using the both of them, screw your sweet old fucking nana for all I give a you know what, cuzz Donnie!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I am being fucked with and hacked, the hack is bad today, but WEIN-SOSO? Being fired in the future is part of my dictionary, you know, being pink-slipped, (plipped).

W------O------W!!!

YES, IF I AM NOT ALLOWED TO PURSUE MUSIC AS A HOBBY, FOR REASONS TOTALLY UNDEFINABLE BY ME, YET KNOWING WHOLE HEARTEDLY IT IS ALL TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY IMAGINATION FOR 40 MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' YEARS, THEN WHY BOTHER TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WHATSOEVER WITH ANY SOCIAL MEDIA? ALL I NEED TO DO FOR NOW IS BLOG. SO MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW ON ALL THOSE BERRIES! EVENTUALLY, A BACK COVER WILL GO ONTO THIS, AND THAT WILL BE 'FUCKIGN' THAT, MISTER ESOLPH. THERE IS NO FABLE THERE, MIZZ SILVIA-SILVA CATSPAW! LET THE KID HAVE FUN ON OCTOBER THIRTY FIRST, MIZZ CANDLES. RIGHT NOW I WILL TAKE SOME HOLY WATER TO MY LIPS AND BE CAREFUL WITH ALL MY S'S, ERICA KANE, WHILE BRINGING DONNA TO MY MAGICAL SOUNDS OF THE 'DOLPHINS-ERASE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CUT ME A BREAK MISTER STYLES AND POOLROY JOANLAPSWIMMER! I WANT MY FUCKING KITKAT BAR AND SOME DELAYED SOUND CHEEK KISSING. THE FUTURE? SOME FUTURE, TECH WAS BETTER WITH RADIO AND TV BACK WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN TO PAY TO RECEIVE IT SO IF YOU DON'T MIND MISTER MACY, SIR, HERE'S ANOTHER BIG FUCKING (W—O—W)!

So when exactly in 'time-illusion' did I first come to realize the syndrome I will now label, Catspaw Merry Halloween not Christmas Silvia Magnesonic? SHARK-SHARK, huh Aunt Ruth Huntington 'Gozzwald'??????? And shit does not all fit together, great GAMES EXPERT FROM LATE 2007 IN ALL APARTMENT BEDROOMS DOING ACMUA PIPE REPAIRS????? ''OH YEAH RIGHT''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU GODDESS DIANA, AND I ALWAYS WILL!

“GO TO DOGTOWN”. That's my message for anyone who hates me without a cause. I never proclaimed myself to be Jesus Christ, remember??????????????????

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Numerological-up-numbers as you may know by now, range 1-9, containing no zero digits. Any number, big or small, is added up, the digits of them, until only one digit remains that is between one and nine, for example the number 835,902,094. Eight-hundred-thirty-five million, nine hundred and two thousand, and ninety four has an UP-NUMBER, as do all numbers over 9. This would simply be 8+3+5+9+2+9+4. Notice I added all of the digits, and ommited the two zeros in the number, after-all, why bother adding up zeros, we all know you can do this infinitely, and the answer will always be a zero, hundaei car ?company of 2006, so DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH!!!!!!!!

JANE FUCKING WHORE JUST GOT ME AT PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO I MUST COMPENSATE WITH MY FIVE NUMBERS!!!!!!!

555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555

NOW I WILL DO FILLER FUCKING LINES SO AS TO GET THE SHIT OFF OF THIS DAM ROTTEN PAGE ELEVEN, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

THAT WITCH BITCH ALMOST NAILED ME WITH THE COMPUTER TIME CLOCK AS WELL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Life is a nightmare and I have no answers. NONE AT ALL. When you stop and look at the logic with all of this, it makes no sense to be in a fucking situation where after 30 years, you are not one bit further ahead of any time before, as far as knowing in a way that would stand up and be proven in a fucking court of law, just who had totally ruined and destroyed my entire mother fuckiGN life, and thinks it funny, to boot. This in and of itself is a humongous question, and I sit here right now saying silently to myself, ''Got an almighty all knowing answer for this one, Santa Claus and Patricia Hollister'' Of you do, maybe you can tell me why that mother fucking MICROSOFT LIGHTBULB HACK, won't ever quit mother fucking annoying the living rats shit-eating ass hell out of me, also. Duplicates, doppelgangers, lookalikes, don't go there Herby Letts, you rotten mother fucker. 'HOW-WEIRD'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW I LOVE ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

For the record.

PAu000662409

1984

Every mother fucking thing said about Dawn and Chicky got erased. I said that Chicky would always rib his wife Dawn-Marie king, Chicky was the nickname he used, his born name in Guatemala was Lewis Laines, and I am not positive how real he is and do not accept all the coincidences around me as easily as many folks do, but he used to love starting fights after getting home from work at the pizzeria. He would bring up her past in Atlantic City, and it was not long before fists were flying, furniture was sailing, and yelling and screaming and horrendous cursing was ear piercing and quite frightening, to say the least. It was worse than mother fucking living in maximum security prison. As soon as I retyped this, another fire alarm is going off at shortly before two of the mother fuckiGN clock in the morning, this is getting real bad again, and the fire department totally is aware of this, as they have to come over here each time in order to check it out and then deactivate this horrendous noise. Yes Lisa-Dyfis, I also typed in that I was wondering if this humongous tall super muscular and super looking woman, was still engaged to and going with your son, Annie, you know, my old pal, JOE KING?????????????????????? Now getting back to UP-NUMBERS and basic numerology, folks; the magic Astral-Plane black cat with the white paws, did not invent numerology. He merely has his ''non-Oprah-own'' special brand of it, that I call the 'GAWNUM', after him; here in waking world mortal caporial life, when thought in its true form on the sixth dimension is divided by the speed of light squared, so as to allow us to exist as our hyperspace STM personalities all throughout our entire transdimensional lives in all of its numerous various individual times. This is because our much larger Astral personalities or 'spirits', cannot live dreamed down into physical conscious life, in merely one small piece; and must therefore be scattered all along time and hyperspace, or the fourth and the fifth dimensions. I will tell a lot more about the GAWNUM as more blogs follow, but right now, I am going to be using regular simple numerological items that you can fact check me on if you go to your computer and Google the topic of numerology up, I promise you. You don't ever have to take me at my word on things that the world here has a record of. Now as to the family tree in all of its complexities, that's another story, on or off of Merry's Halloween, Jennifer Washburn. Wow, it is over. Ten minutes of ear piercing hell, and now at just past two AM, no more fire alarm. The Fort Pierce Firetrucks our outside and the nice gentlemen have come and resolved the issue, praise Triple-Goddess Middie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wonder what part of what I had to re-type, was what pissed off some UFO-ALIEN, to quote those who believe in such things. Hay, they're as real as you make them, but what's really going on folks, as I said all along in 100 plus months of these blogs now, is called, EXPLORATRONICS, and they hated me saying this out loud so much, they went back into time, not to a ballgame, not to a high school, but WOW MISTER MACY-MACKEY-SIRS, YO, to the early opening part of this third millennium; and intentionally beating me, supposedly, to the punch; so that if and when any viewer GOOGLE SEARCHES the word 'EXPLORATRON', well do it, you'll see, and maybe, YOU'LL COME TO FUCKING BELIEVE ME SOMEDAY, FOLKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So getting back to basic-numerology, and how I have recently seen and observed an interesting item with it, let me tell you about it. My year of birth was an UN-1 year, 1954. 1+9+5+4=19, and 1+9=10, and 1+0=1. UN stands here, for UP-NUMBER. Without going through any adding process, just write years after this in an ascending order, and years before this in a descending order, but only in 1-9 digits, no zero. This year of 2014 is a 7 year, 2+0+1+4=7, and remember, zeros can just be ignored, as adding and subtracting nothing or zero, never alters the result. I just added it in here, to illustrate. Remember folks, my PITS YEARS, or my PITSY? These were 1969, 1980, 1994, 2011. The problem was that 2011 did not follow the other three, and there is a great quantum mechanics situation involved here, that may or may not be why the pattern did not follow. In Quantum theory, they just don't yet realize they are the biggest believers in STM and Morianity out of the entire group of Earthers. I realized around the middle late first decade in this century that I had 3 really cool years, for me, they were a lot better than all the other years of my life, by far, and no Miss Chillie doubt about this exists whatsoever. No puzzle bangers, no MTM, no Bess's Babysitter; and ''no nothing'' Diana-83! So long before 2011, I predicted this should be a year like these other three, that are extra good for me, and I had recognized a mathematical pattern that if I add 11 years to 1969, I got the year 1980, but I had to add 14 years to 1980 in order to get 1994. Since 14 is 3 more than 11, I figured that the math says to add another three or 11+3+3 to 1994 to arrive at the next PITSY, which is 1994 plus 11 plus 3 plus 3 or 17 added to 1994, bringing this now to 2011. However, Quantum Theory dictates that all things are in two parts. What they might become out from any given present point, and what we observe them to be at these points, and just the reality of me figuring out this math pattern before the year 2011 could get around to happening, literally alters the atomic reality for this being as likely an event to occur, you know, me having my fourth PRETTY-GOOD-YEAR, not to be confused with any really-good-girls. Got to keep laughing, right ISIS and McNulty?????????????????? The mother fuckers won't let me paste in anything without making the entire blog past an early page, all vanish away. This time I hit my 'undo-button', as I should have done last time. It may still come out and be saved in some weird window inside the blog document itself, so if the story about me asking Annie if Joe and Lisa-Dyfis comes out twice, that is why, but my little joke now of attempting to paste in my copyrighted musical project from 1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, was not meant to fuckiGN be, so a little less humor and laughs to the Houston super Team of NASA's endless curly girls, right Horseman Reeves? Yes folks, this shit may be there, because there is a small light blue colored spot that stays with me as I continue my blog, but I am not going to fuck with this shit until and unless I can get some guru over here to help me understand things someday. It is ashame that dope took over Meagan's life a few years back, she was great and this blog would most likely not exist any longer if she had not been there, so she was worth the forty lost dollars, I tack that onto a necessary cost of fighting my enemies or you might put it, 'DOING-BIZZ-EXPENSES', same and or!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I figured out how to circumvent the paste in problem. I need to go out past my area. I do not know how other bloggers fill the width of their pages up so nice, unless someone fucking shows me, I will never know, most likely, so I learn that if I want a nicer looking blog, I paste in the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Web-Site, rewrite over their stuff; and then widen a line in the area below that is above the line where it ends; thus my printing then stays the width of the website. No one showed me this. I just began trying fuckiGN shit; Mister Jerk Off Stacey Black-Jack-Hattack-Microsucks Endless Light-bulb-Annoyers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So to paste in, I click below the area line, and to return to a wider field, I click back in again. No, I see I must fucking redo the website each time. What a fucking painin my ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Real good girl.

PAu000881543

1986

These mother fuckiGN computers are for the mother fucking birds, YO!!!!!! Aniwho, back to numerology and its application with me, and relating the great Quantum Study with all of the before mentioned shit, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

My three PORT (P) IN (I) THE (T) STORM (S) YEARS (Y) OR PITSY, ARE 1969-1980-1984. Quantum Observation (QO) is what caused this pattern not to continue in 2011 and become PITSY-4. Now this is in the opinion of this blogger, and you of course may choose to agree or disagree, and only those knowledgeable in Quantum theory and mechanics, can offer a serious judgment, as anyone without it does not understand what I am discussing, no offense. There are a million things that I don't know monkey-cum about, and will be the first man out the gate to shout this out to you. But I do know math and I do know about the quantum Dynamic Theories. So let us look at the already past-established legitimate PITS-YEARS, those that were much better for me than all my other years all combined and then some.

THE CAT'S AWAY, working on his GAWNUM!!!!!!!

AND HERE IS MY LOVELY DIANA ARTEEMIS, IN THE WAKING WORLD.

OH SHIT, KINF LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, hay Roseann, W-----O----W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAY 19, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING AT 3:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.

Jupiter, Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

ALONG WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APPLICATION.

Now concerning these three established PORT IN THE STORM YEARS for me, 1969, 1980, and 1994, where things went incredibly well for me and nothing like the life that I endure and fucking cunt suffer through in all of the other years; they have 'UP-NUMBERS' that are all three different, out of a possible nine digits from 1-9, (UPN). 1969, my first PITSY is a 7. My middle one in 1980, was a 9. My final one in 1994, was a 5. There is no normal numerological pattern to these three incredible years, all having three different UPN, 7-9-5. Even put together in linear order here, this number is of no consequence to me in my life, that I am presently aware of. But I will talk in a way that will make gorgeous Twinbay angry with me up there in Egg Harbor Township in New Jersey, you know, negatively. Let us look at what we could 'jokingly' refer to as the ''ANTIPITSY''!!!!!!!!!! Here is what I mean. I will focus, with the help of Microsucks and its ever relentless light-bulb hack, on the extra BAD years, starting with the one that trumps all of them, and you all know it, even Trump knows what year trumps them all for being monster ass despicably hellis and wicked times infinity. This would be none other than 1986, and this is a numerological UPN-6, what else, 2 divided by 3 is 0.666666666666, the devil's number, biblically speaking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what other years contain UPN-6? Well, don't bother doing it, I will type them in from my birth to the present time, all OPN-6 years. They're as freaking follows: 1959, 1968, 1977, 1986, 1995, 2004, 2013. Well, lovely Jamaican Rhonda from that oh so cool movie that MC did in OHM-9, shall we further explore this, my good people!!!!!!!!!!!! I almost died from overwork and nervous exhaustion at a printing shop in 1977. 1986 speaks for itself, Rhonda, give her a shout out for me. 1995, where shall I begin, Poolroy Haddonwood, the stock market disaster both in my personal magnetics as this bull rally went into intergalactic orbit as well as the way I was treated at that mother fuckiGN brokerage house by someone who had always been my friend up until he and his boss were indwelt quite obviously by powerful mother fucking TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS (T-3-E). I could go on and on with 86 and 95, 77 was just me almost wrecking my heart and never ever being healthy again, no biggie huh? Now we will move on an dup into this century and mother fucking millennium, good old 2004, when non hyper space Jimmy jerk-off Stone fired me on September 1, 2004, from the Griffin Dirtbag Pipe Company in Florence Township, New Jersey; where we made the pipes for municipal water companies, like Sarah Callio Martino, and her McGettigan ACMUA waterworks; huh brother Frank Callio-231? Last year, 2013, starting on the cunt lapping mother fucking twenty-eighth August day, in 2013, was when this newest THIRD LIFE FUCKING BEAR ALL BEGAN, and ever since, has been off the scale fucking cunt hell, YO!

I plan to go on an don and on and on and on with this, my fiends and friends out here, YO, but at another time. Right now, I am bushed, George and George and George, and no, I do not have any cellphone numbers and do not even use a cellphone at all, and hate this entire fucked up generation of games and hacks and quacks and THAT'S MY PROB BOB DOCK, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLANK THAT!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Betty Davis. Hay billy Crouch; better keep wearing those shades, YO YO YO YO YO. WAYWINY Jim Kirk and Garypink Mitchellady? DAH DAH DAH DAH--- DAH-DAH-DAH—DAH----DAH, Badge 714 of Los Angeles!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:

AHA-AHA-AHA MIKEY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!