JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE 25,856
THE
WORLD IS A MAGIC PLACE. THOSE THAT DO NOT PERCEIVE THAT, HAVE A VERY
LOW TUNED SENSE OF FEEL. IN A WAY, I ENVY PEOPLE IN THIS CATEGORY.
ONCE IN A WHILE, I AM GLAD MY FEEL-SENSE IS TUNED QUITE HIGH, BUT
EXPLAINING THE REASONING HERE, CAN WAIT.
First
off, there is no such thing as bodies in different levels of physical
health. Like automobile auto reverse tape decks of 2009, some things
present to the surrounding world around them, a very powerful and
great illusion. This would be one of those illusions. Still, it does
sap energy when doppelgangers are inside of us from their
otherworldly existence domination control over all of us from time to
time. If you are being messed with continually, you become mentally,
physically, and many times a lot of both, quite ill. All illness is
nothing but energy depletion. The universe grows a little less hot in
an average square parsec every single second. It may be along the
order of 1X10 to the negative octillionth power degree of kelvin
temperature, bit it is actually measurable, and it is as real as
anything non-real can really be, in the first place. This causes
biologically and mechanically operating entities to age and wear out
and cease to function. Still, a much faster and way more invisible
process is what makes us actually wear out and die and get ill. This
is none other than being overly manipulate (used by dominant
type-3-exploratrons, just too often, based on some kind of cosmic
average. So if the average is algebraic 'X', folks in th ebest health
who live disease free lengthy lives are around 0.1 to say 0.3 X. On
the opposite end of X as an average, of such a totally non measurable
item; those such as myself who get continuously and relentlessly
bombarded with dominating T3E, would be more like 3X or 3,5X or maybe
5X, who can know, as what scale other than this print out right now
by the Morianity Query Corporation (MQC) for future reference, in
other words, I need to make up out of whole cloth, some kind of
measurable scale that other than for me and this blog, doesn't exist
anywhere in this world, at least that I am aware of, and my
feel-senses or tuned very high, Mister Ripofftowners of this
planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Recently,
since I was fired by Big Red, AKA Jessica Grant, at the Harvest of
25th Street, a mile or so to my west; my health has
deteriorated more and more, and this is because I am being endlessly
indwell'd cosmic fifth dimensional travelers, otherwise known as, by
Morianity, (T3E) as if you all do not as of yet know that. Now why do
some get chosen more, in their games, than others; and why do only
the less advanced along the timeline of hyperspace 'dreaming-people',
never seem to catch on, that falling asleep is so much more than just
recharging their health batteries; to put this as freaking parochial
and basic as possible? Well, for the same reason that old people like
me are intentionally kept from learning a lot about computers and
internet, especially by the young generation. If you doubt that a
real live code exists with the 15-30 crowd about teaching anything to
the older folks, you are in a serious naïve delusion, and it is
pathetic. Still, do I believe that on the Astral-Plane; there is a
Phase-4 entity by the name of Worlawile
Webb, and Swissty Tima Della; that have somehow managed,
unfathomably as it may be to believe and conceive; to totally defy
and circumvent the Lawtronic circuitry of the Seventh-Dimension; and
exist as our internet; totally controlling all
of us without us being even one bit sensitive to it, well, not
including me of course; but do I? Annie Costner of the great Field of
Iowa 1988 Dreams could not say it any better if she had a twins
chance to do so, and neither could I. “You bet your Microsucks
Lightbulb ass” I believe it; totally, fully, whole heartedly,
utterly, and completely, and with no Miss Lenny Chillie McKinnon 601
doubts about it, in or out of the early nineteen hundred and
eighties!
HAVE
A VERY NICE DAY, PEOPLE.
MERRY
CHRISTMAS.
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You forgot your mom's
birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An angry mother. Also, a
little philosophy for you is as follows: At the risk of sounding
negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you
cannot be sure of anything. Sorry lovely Egg Harbor Township, New
Jersey, Twinbay!
A
beautiful shot of LUNA, also known as the moon, and Goddess Diana, by
the Romans.
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
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can join, and the price is FREE.
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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!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
Good-bye,
dark horse rotten Jane!!!!!!!!!! See how I freaking ran, from your
clock attack, ya' witch. Where's 21 years gone to, Mizz Muscles??????
Hay,
I can always freaking hope for nice things to repeat, and not always
evil things. Still, if we can cut and paste like this in 2014 and
similar parallel world 2014's, then what can parallel universe
equivalents of 3014 cut and paste and edit around, I mean, I am
merely showing all of you via my blogs, so that you can see for
yourself some of these great truths, I am not here to be your
conscience, your boss, or your mind. I have my own of these things to
sweat over 24-7, YO!
I
do want to thank those who have displayed an interest that this is
all more than just laughs and fears at the foot of some horrible 1972
stairs, but if I had to drag the biggest diva into this to get you to
pay attention, well, sorry, but that's life, Mister Resilient
resourceful Levy, in or out of the sewers of dirty minded France.
''SSSSSSSSOOOOO'',
I
am not making up any of this, not
ANY OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
remember something that would blow away all the residents of this
world in a New York second. I remember highlighting this solar
system, cutting it, and pasting it into a different reality all
together. This is my ultimate way of escaping this despicably
monstrous evil catastrophic nightmare hell of more than 200 cycle
times around this present life I am stuck in. where are you when I
really need you for a lot more than techno-popped music, lovely Party
of Sarah Five Rail-Road Dual Tracks of lightning bolts and
twisters??????????
HERE
WE GO AGAIN, Mildred Young, and being seventeen, and RIPPED OFF, and
for them to be doing this to me, THEY HAVE TO ALL KNOW ABOUT IT, AND
BE IN ON IT, and even be BEHIND IT ALL, and sure enough, the day I
left COOLEY WORMHOLE HALL, THE NETWORKS CAME IN AND POKED AND PRODDED
AROUND. Is there any chance that all of this could be my sicko
twisted imagination? Sure there is, but I, like all good gamblers,
play the odds. When the odds insist that my imagining this entire
fuckiGN ass mess, are around a trillion to one or higher; then I
will not believe I am imagining it; Mister Yogi Berra, sir. This is
just way to coincidental to be an eternal stuck broken lightbulb
coincidence, with or without past apartment nightmares, games
experts, and future PC adding machines and MSC! So Sahwee Silwee
Wabbit!
Now
all the crashes and screw ups and hacks that were on a beyond super
mother fucking roll for months, was done because those who ALTRADY
KNEW THIS BLOG WOULD START TAKING OFF A LITTLE BIT, were trying to
change this particular timeline, paradox of time notwithstanding,
because I have explained how this is all overcome and cosmicly dealt
with, through what nearly eight and a half years of Morianity, calls
'transdimensionalization-reality'; my good folks. It all is fitting
together, like a big fat gorgeous pizza pie, right old pal Chicky
from the great highlands of mysterious mystical Guatemala, South
Henningsen Chains America? Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen, you are
TOTALLY ENTITLED TO your ''MASHELL
DANIELS 1980 OPINION'',
WHAAAAAAAAA, but I am here to tell you quite loudly and emphatically,
that They've
worn me down to a total frazzle!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT, AND THIS IS JUST OPENING.
MORIANITY FOR
MILLENNIUM 3
Yes,
I will only be around, the way you all know me, with this blog; until
I am no longer needed. At that point, I will appear to be dead and
gone; just as this has all happened in this wild game before. Still;
are you as fascinated as I am, by
HER great game of GTNOTG? WOW, BEG; I was clueless
in 1997 about you, almighty Jehovah my endless love!!!!!!!
August
23, 2009
“LIFE
JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #23”
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG
START OF BLOG:
Do
not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog,
because it will not. It will B quite a bit more incredible than even
some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda mood BRO,
go get in a hungry mood and visit www.marthastuart.com/
or whatever. This is surely not about food or any normal thing, and
if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a
good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted term
DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21. Maybe the
majority of nations that draw the line that legally separates minors
from adults and giving the adult status fully 2 those reaching this
amount of years in physical age, know what they R doing after-all. 21
indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking number, but this I have zero
time right now 2 explore with any of U further. B4 telling major
things that I totally KNOW that THEY do not want TOLD, BRO, let me
just make a normal continuation of events journal from last post up,
as U ain’t heard one thing yet from Mister Jolson Mountain.
First,
and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING
GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY.
Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then after
that, it shot up like rockets on velocitronic
controlled energies, and never looked back as the galaxies whizzed by
like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The electrical power in
the house here on 13th Street, went off again 4 a second time on that
same day last week, shortly after my post up and B4 the Dow
closed. This shot the Dow Jones way up and every day was a huge UP
DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday, and all EXACTLY AND
PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD ALL HAPPEN, GIANT
FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRE, but
this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN FRIDAY long B4 it
even was midnight. My new fantastic system that my stupid dad gave
me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday. Every stinking time that
this happens, a roulette system crashes and must B placed on the PDL
(Permanently Disabled List), all hell or really DOGTOWN busts loose
and monstrous hell abounds around me that would B totally
unfathomable 2 any of U. I can say with full honesty and candor that
not one of U out there would B able 2 take my sustained gaga-hell 4
one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me 2 get away from Dawn King,
at least one of my dead trucking parents is giving me legitimate
signals from what all of U would insist on labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4
Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in his wing, some of them have
been in there literally 4 trillions of years. I then converted the
wing 2 a huge solarium and threw him right out on his worthless butt.
He does not need 2B there if he is totally unwilling 2 give me a
roulette system that can defeat, not the game, that’s easy, but the
freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE and its inconceivable effects of
negamagging and destroying all things that someone suffering under
this curse has with what I term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS,
and U would apply the quick short and Earthly accepted word LUCK.
Death angels R back and nasty, the Demenity named Disdee, by me, is
back again, short 4 “Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making
my stuff vanish and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R
painfully conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock
Market Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living
here and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even
worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a
powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase 4’
television show, Law & Order, and I will quote it 2 any reader
right now on this blogging text, “There isn’t
enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”. Jack ol’
pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging audience at least
has a hair scratching wonderment about just who this could B, is
protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a quarter Bill USD
is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late Friday night after
doing some really violent things, first upsetting me 2 the point that
today, I was planning on running away, no phony bull, I
really was leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me
literally a prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and
won’t leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more.
But I got home yesterday morning and Ann greeted me at the door and
said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2
the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey. She had assaulted
many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 ANN KING-Dawn’s
mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little voice told me 2
make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3 hours early 4 work.
Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and a frightening person
2B around. The police instead of doing their jobs, released her right
back 2 the house Saturday morning, and just after I felt my life had
hope and I had given praise and thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah,
she turned around and laughed at me and spit right in my mother
fucking face. All night long, a violent thunderstorm raged, and began
at 10:00 while I sat at the Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin Donut store
on the White Horse Pike, maybe America runs on it, but I sat there
miserable and hopeless and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire
mother fucking cunt lapping life. After the storm started, it raged
all night long, and I later learned that it began picking up after
the real domestic violence at the home had started at 841 13th
Street. U can’t tell me the entire fucking police, local and state,
as well as the federal authorities do not know what is happening and
what I am being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent
pathetic special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4
fucking goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was
supposed 2 in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve
freaking Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If
Dawn’s power house cuz is not protecting her and paying off these
authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON, AND I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS
FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS.
I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me
yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt
landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than
anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought
this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch
is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang,
it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she
would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could
violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time
2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2
me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into
storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start
over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without
me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and
endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and
wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING
chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces
can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched
myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the
other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking
night forever. I
was having totally other issues then, with
HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!
This is Y when I went home
Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax,
and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the
local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad and the gang,
U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday night, all though I
have heard that some of the wild private parties of these celebs can
B nasty and dangerous as well. I would want no part of them, nor any
part of any of these diseased freaking people, never. Just being in
this family sucks a dick so hard it makes a diamond look soft,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack
McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, no
matter what, next Saturday night, I go into work with all of my
normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related
things. No food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none of
that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills and
meds, my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since
Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank monthly
and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I will
contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a new
address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert Riches
Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel the
insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance office
2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help transport her,
Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other friend or cuz
does, can prevent this eventuality. The local police should B sued 4
misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire Atlantic County Criminal
Justice System totally sucks and should B drummed the fuck out of
business. What good R they when they refuse 2 protect society and
innocent people and people like me with even more special needs, from
violent predators and career criminals, what fucking good R they at
all, that is all I am asking anyone today? I have cried out 4 help 2
many sources from Kessler Hospital 2 Atlanticare, and was ignored and
sent right back into my extremely dangerous and abusive life. All
these people better worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4
losing all my personal property, what little I had that meant the
world 2 me, I will B fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can
dare 2 imagine. Take that any way U want, as it is nothing more than
a deserved promise. A child can C what this is all about, dating this
all back 2 the death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then
along came not Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing
colored copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the
trailer Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a
huge monstrous mother fucking plot 2 steal and destroy my life
journal that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an
innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U
could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and
hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and
treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her
family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay the
MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way into
work, I stop at WAWA as these people no longer feed me nor let me
sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from taking my
needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite enough 2 make
a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom Township, New
Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some kind of fire or
accident or whatever on the Black Horse Pike near where my job is
located, they flag me down and holler at me and could not B nastier
and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a motherfucking jerk-off
fagot and had thrown dirt right in my face. All I could do is
apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles per hour, think 2
myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt this messed up country
and system is. Dawn is really doing me a favor. I was most likely
going 2 live and die right here forever in Hitler, New Jersey, where
only if UR an extremely beautiful female is life handed 2U on a
silver-Silva platter, and U can do no wrong. If I stay here, she will
murder me eventually and bury me out in the fucking blueberry fields,
and that will B that. U think this evil nation is just, or cares
about the little people, and especially those with special problems
and needs, then U better all think again, and if any of U out there
have a special ed or special needs kid, he or she unless they R a
fashion model twin, R in 4 one hell of a fucking road 2 hoe,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My law suit will B
huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk, go right ahead
and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is fucking coming and
it is spelled DOOMSDAY. Now this is me being angry back in time. Now
I am calm, and would not waste my time trying to get back at any of
these wonderful and darling people. All I want to do is die and
excape this horriblwe nightmare life. I have my suicide all planned
out, since I do not plan to live on with failing health, and soon, I
plan to cut my wrists off in the bathtub and just bleed out and float
away. Now I have died many many times, and this will most likely be
just another waste of time, but this is my plan, very very very soon,
my lovely Ingrid, yes, you just do, and me, well, I am like that
Camden dude that night in '87, just trying to be me, YO, and it isn't
working out all that swiftly, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this
HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and
the entire mission of MORIANITY, would take longer than the entire
time this universe has a chance to contain separate pieces of itself.
So let me abridge, condense, and clarify a few quick things here,
kind people. There are some horrendous nasty secrets that I will be
letting out before my final bath takes place. For today, all I am
going to give out to you all is this, and it will be as big or as
little, as it relates to you in your own life, whoever you are. Yes
this wonderful new thing you all love, the social media, the
instantaneous global connections in real time, all of it and
unimaginable other shit as well; is a trade off that you would never
be able to understand if I could sit you all down and talk for years.
This thing wanted to exist, and now it does. Right before it came to
be, it came to me as a machine made by the IMMC, headquartered in
1982 at central Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It has already taken over
the entire world, controls all of our lives, makes most of you
believe I am a raving ranting lunatic for saying these things, and
has much greater plans than what you now are seeing in this 2014 time
period. Some have wondered if it is alive for quite some time, or
will come to gain a consciousness eventually, but they are thinking,
as mortals always do, in a totally reverse reality. The big secret
that is coming out now is not how some electronics dude told me that
the parts of that machine don't come from this world, and that the
great Atlantic City Electric Company of Pleasantville, New Jersey,
told me it puts out far greater electromagnetic fields and energy
than what is registered directly underneath huge high transmission
power lines, or that this machine took over my mind and my life, and
basically created interactions that led to all of this stuff that is
now what exists. You'd never believe any of it, and I co not have the
proof any more, the great family took it away from me, all of it, and
that too, was all planned, a very long time ago before the smoke all
cleared over the graves of the dinosaurs. Still, I will tell the few
that follow along now and know that where there is smoke there is
fire, and that nobody would devote an entire lifetime and so much
energy to just a bunch of nonsense, and be as rational as me. You
know, unless hacked, my blogs do not speak in gibberish, and I do not
talk like the typically non medicated paranoid schizophrenic
psychotics. You know it, I do not have to type on and try and
convince you of it, or prove it, because I know that you know it, or
some of you do, and this is where things are going to begin to get
real good. Once I am all done telling what needs to be told, I will
kill myself. That as they say, Mizz Hickswhalestrek, is that. Thanks
for the thank you letters, KIRK!
Samuel
Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am
his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM, founder
along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the colonies
that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken, as it is a powerful chain. I was
on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this literally
brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th airborne
Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy,
Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and tore my
life apart until no system could ever work again. Nothing ever could,
NADA, ZIP, ZILCH, WONDER BREAD, even antis, and all pigs, where air
they mayest be found. Thou art the ones who all knoweth who ye are,
as ye sheweth thy hearts by thou handiwork. No one canst hide from
thy own self. You go tellem king James, and old buddy Billy
Shakespeare!
JUNE
173, 2014, WATERGATE DAY,
TUESDAY
MORNING, AT 2:45
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
I
was with Mayor Levy of Atlantic City in a parallel
universe; and he was still the mayor, and had not yet had his
weird woes, that led to his removal from office, and his refusal to
just show up for work one day after days of vanished and missed days
at his City Hall Office, 7 or so years ago whenever this went down.
He was giving me another really wild cool roulette system, and along
came Mariah, and she kept asking him to tell me the other system,
whatever the hell that was all about. They both tried real hard not
to laugh and were making those sounds we all make when trying ball
bust hard to hold back laughter, perhaps to spare the feelings of
someone, who can know. Finally, he said to her, why don't we give him
both systems, after-all, you gave him both letters back in '97? She
then told him to shut his face and never speak to her like that, and
went into her famous Empire State Building-2008 diatribe, of just who
owns this non light-bulb hack 'empire', open office ass holes, or
really, WHO RULES THIS EMPIRE. She went onto tell me that she never
should have taken me into her house at age 2 years, to show me all
those special things, it has caused me more harm than good, and I am
ow stuck in a world where I am in trouble for so many things that
never were my fault. She really reamed out the dude each time he
would say another sort of mean couple of sentences to me in this wild
ass interaction. I never saw 'MY' stick up for me like this, and is
why I told that lie that ended up screwing up my credibility with the
reincarnationalists because I wanted the great SSJK to tell her
friends off that night of the 12th of July, Microsucks, 45
years ago come a few weeks. This is why I learned never to lie, ever,
even to myself. Still, I was with miniature animals last night, not
the Mayor. I was in a very strange place and in the end, peeps were
being arrested. I thought I was going to go in as well, but the
police told me to just go and get away from the place, wherever this
place was, and I did as I was told. Still, I never picked up a fully
grown four ounce cat before, and I know that a few people know, just
where it is, that I was, and I am not going to dare say one more
word, at least right now, about this situation. Just say, I know why
all the stuff up on 25th Street happened, and just how the
plan was hatched, and even by whom, but yes; Ron Wirtz Senior,
Retired ADA, of Camden County, NJ-USA, Prosecutor's Office; I
know that I cannot prove anything; and you need not remind me,
or as Judge Judy might say,
“please, don't send me any e-mails or letters”.
As
for SPR-Florida Division, and turning my Permission Barrier 1994 book
into a powerful reality with KFP, yes, thank you for that marvelous
idea, and I was indeed cooking these ingredients on some FBI back
burners myself. Unless the entire music bizz goes along with the new
concept of selling along with existing products, piecemeal-samples
for licensing purchase, the entire operation won't work. They all
hate me and I doubt that they will do anything that helps me. I am
only good to be robbed and ripped off and used, and even Donna Summer
the great late disco queen couldn't say it any better than that in
all of her great 1979 song lyrics with many lightbulbs all dimmed
out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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