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I
HAVE TOLD THESE HORSES ASSES MY LIFE, EIGHT WAYS FROM SUNDAY. I DON'T
KNOW HOW TO DO IT ANY BETTER. IF I DID, I REALLY WOULD, BUT I JUST
DON'T. SO FUCKING SUE ME, EVERYBODY, I'LL GLADLY SHARE MY BILLS AND
DEBTS WITH ANYONE! THAT'S NOT A PROBLE, PEOPLE. I PROMISE YOU THAT,
ROCKDROID RODDENERRY!
Forget
about every other fucking shit eating thing I ever said. That machine
I bought from IMMC in December of 1982 began an entire outlandish set
of circumstances, and I do not see why I cannot get any help or any
answers, however I am no fucking retard. Reality is reality, and
simply put, I CANNOT. But try and see why I perceive this to be,
sarcasticly of course, such a wonderful fucking world, YO! I put out
and give a lot of major shit, and even jerk offs like fucking dirt
bag Jason admit to “making a lot of money”, quoting him there
verbatim, “in Cali”; using my blogs, and this was way back in the
first two or three years of it, before it got anywhere near heavy as
it is now, for anyone over age seven mentally out here, with enough
wits to know when to step out of the rain.
All
I have ever asked back is to be plugged a little bit, and yet the
monthly average viewership stays the same, ranging from roughly
2500-3500 reads. If I was just posting up silly mundane stuff, I
could get it into my head that my readers are thinking, hay you
asshole lazy ignorant mother fucker, you do your own dirty work. But
this is not the case, and you all fuckiGN know it. I am learning how
to operate as fast as any unassisted sixty year old man from another
generation and era can be expected to be able to do, especially on an
extremely limited income that I have no power on Earth to increase,
with failing health, both physically and mentally, and you can add
emotionally, and all the fucking 'ally' other things you can think
of. I know in my god dam heart of hearts that I'm doing all that I
can, and then some. I told how I purchased that
fucking PRIVECODE MACHINE from the IMMC, now INTER-DIGITAL
CORPORATION; and how life went between super screwy, and
beyond bizarre cubed; from the second I
plugged this thing in. It was every bit as if this was a
little miniature alien space craft, for those who believe in such
things on a level of absolutes instead of potential illusions of even
greater realities around us in a simulation, but be all that as it
may; it was as if this was what I plugged into, and POW, life went
fuckiGN cunt nuts for me, WITH THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and mortal
humankind, or better said, the Shakespearean Switch Theory (SST) as I
and Morianity now call and label it; meaning simply, that they AS
GODS create all of this, and then AS HUMANS, enjoy coming into it and
playing it like the coolest mother fuckiGN videogame on the market
and then some. The joke is all on me, because I know that whoever is
out here reading me, is the WORLD OWNERS for the most part, say 90%,
and you already all know all of these things that I am wasting time
right now typing. You're going, HA-HA-HA, and lie the dumbest mother
fucking asshole in the galaxy, I AM ALLOWING YOU TO DO THIS. So this
tells you, how smart I really AM NOT, so why even bother fucking with
me for 30-60 years? Well, even retard fucking me knows the answer th
that. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and those with it are
always, simply because they are able and allowed to be, the most
CRUEL AND EVIL in the gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
so you know, great folks, DO IT MCNULTY; you will be seeing a lot of
combined blog chapter numbers as well as (A-B-C) splits, and this
only makes sense to my files, and to you, there will be skips, but
you won't really be aware of it, as you are not living my life, nor
are you me, and yes, I know you just shouted, “HIP-HIP-HURRAH” so
loud that your ears are ringing. Well, that just proves you have some
gray matter upstairs, and good for you. I am genuinely happy
4U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FOLKS-----------------
Sorry
to awaken you all from your nice peaceful slumber, but Bugle Boy from
Company C, Bette Midler, and the lovely Andrews Sisters need your
attention. Any relation, BOB?????????????????
Mary
the psychic on the White Horse Pike, always said to me when we spoke
in the late eighties and early nineties, and I'll quote her, “Get
rid of the machines”. Yes, there were a few machines, but it all
started slowly getting put together in a different way, through the
telephone system, after my contact was made with the great IMMC, so
read on. If you enjoy getting a bit high, you might weed on, but
either way, I don't need to know about that.
Here
is a flash quick synopses of things already not published since my
blog is on life support and no real public seems to have one bit of
interest. I am presently collecting people and things, that I can
take to a trusted source to prove a pattern of my destruction has
been ongoing since I was in mother fuckiGN high school, or better
said, removed from high school. Actually, I can back it all up a lot
further in time, as the
NJNPI or the Princeton sike Ward
for short, in 1965 and 1966; was
my first real encounter of the hellish kind with my WOMO ENEMIES
and their desire to totally and ruthlessly do me fucking in, and
making absolutely no bones about it, whatsoever.
All
this time, nine years of blogs, I was too dumb or to busy later into
this, up until last night, to try going up on the net to research the
great people who made my PRIVECODE MACHINE.
All I am left to say right now, is the word, WOW, which both Joanna
in 1979 and my daughter in 1994, said so cool, with that long middle
letter 'O' sound, the © Office has the tape of one of these two, I
did not tape my hooker.
InterDigital
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InterDigital
develops wireless technologies for mobile devices, networks, and
services worldwide. InterDigital has licenses and strategic
relationships with many of the world's leading wireless companies.
Founded in 1972, InterDigital is listed on NASDAQ
and is included in the S&P
MidCap 400 index.
InterDigital
has about 20,000 U.S. and foreign issued patents and patent
applications. The company employs approximately 200 engineers, and
conducts independent research and development in various areas of
wireless, including spectrum usage, bandwidth management, video
streaming and 5G. The company contributes technologies to various
standards bodies, including the IEEE, ETSI and 3GPP.
The
company is a founding member of the Innovation Alliance - a
coalition of entrepreneurial companies that claims to seek to
improve the quality of patents granted.
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Corporate history[edit]
- 1972: Company is incorporated as International Mobile Machines Corporation.
- 1981: Company goes public.
- 1992: Name is changed to InterDigital Communications Corp.
- 1998: Alliance with Nokia is established.
- 2003: Patent infringement suit is settled with Ericsson.
- 2012: Moved corporate headquarters from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania to Wilmington, Delaware
Locations and other data[edit]
InterDigital
offices are present in Wilmington
Delaware,
King
of Prussia, Pennsylvania,
Melville
New
York,
San
Diego
California
in USA,
Montreal
Quebec
in Canada,
and London, UK.
InterDigital's
business is focused on licensing their patents that have been
contributed to standards. This has, on occasion, put them in
conflict with major equipment vendors. They also license
technology: in 2007, their protocol stack was integrated into
Infineon
chips that were in Apple iPhones.
The
company is sometimes accused of being a patent troll, an
accusation Bill Merritt, CEO of InterDigital, disputes. He asserts
that they work they do promotes innovation and is very helpful to
the communications industry.[5]
Gil
Amelio,
former CEO of Apple Computer, is a member of InterDigital's Board
of Directors.
See also[edit]
References[edit]
- Jump up ^ "InterDigital's Bill Merritt on patent trolls, standards development and disputes with the big boys". 2012-06-14. Retrieved 2013-12-20.
External links[edit]
- Text is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply. By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. Wikipedia® is a registered trademark of the Wikimedia Foundation, Inc., a non-profit organization.
Ladies
and gentlemen, in order to understand anything about this blog from
2006, and my life from the early nineteen-eighties; the opening of
this chapter and book, TMD-#8, is beyond crucial, pivotal, and
pertinent. Study the history of the great INTERNATIONAL
MOBIL MACHINES CORPORATION, and now of course, changed to
InterDigital,
Inc.; and
remember how “SPURIOUS DAVID ROTH” AS SPOKEN OF, BY ADA RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, AT THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE IN CAMDEN, NEW
JERSEY; was always talking about Jimmy Batches, his old ex-boss at a
diner in Pennsylvania; and in where else, but King Of
Prussia???????????????? And if 1972 doesn't hit your “MIND”, then
I don't understand humanity one little tiny bit. How come it is so
totally alright for McCoy and Carmichael and all the fake New York
County ADA personnel on the greatest fictional television law show to
ever be made in the history of entertainment and modern day
television, to not be OK with a lot of coincidences, and the local 27
Police Precinct, and all the SVU guys, and all of them; it is so
totally OK and cool for them not believe in one coincidence after
another; but oh no Mark Wayne Mohr, this ain't mother fuckiGN allowed
or permitted for you to do, not ever; ya' fat ugly old shit
head!!!!!!!!
I
also remember distinctly telling all of you, that the DOW JONES STOCK
MARKET WOULD BE UP A THOUSAND POINTS, ABOUT A WEEK OR SO BACK, AND
SURE ENOUGH, ASK ANY BROKER OR SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, IT HAS GAINED
1000 POINTS SINCE I MADE THAT CLAIM. I KNEW THIS OVERKILL-PERSECUTION
OF ME BACK THAT WEDNESDAY, WOULD SPARK ALL OF THIS, BECAUSE THIS IS
WHAT OCCURRED BACK IN EARLY 2009 IN TH ESPRINGTIME, NEAR THE MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK,
JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME, AT THEIR CONTROL OF
COURSE; AND THEN CAME THAT BEYOND HUGE SIMULTANEOUS ASSAULT ON ME
WITH PLANES FROM ABOVE AT DIVE BOMBING CRASH LEVEL, WHILE A SUPER
HUGE GANG OF EVIL UGLY MOTORCYCLISTS RODE BY SO LOUD MY EARS WERE
STILL HURTING HOURS LATER, EVEN WITH MY CAR WINDOWS ALL ROLLED UP.
THIS WAS AFTER THE DAY HAD BOTTOMED OUT AROUND THE 6560 LEVEL, AND
SHOT STRAIGHT UP TO DOUBLE AND TRIPLE, AND EXACTLY AS I BOTH KNEW IT
WOULD, AND SAID IT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING WOULD,
PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You really don't have to be some
huge Satan worshiping sixties rock band like the Black Sabbath, to
know and remember stuff like late February of 2009, skating rink
death persecution, Fort Pierce Wednesday death persecution, backward
masking, subliminal effects, or coded numbers and words being placed
onto my blogs, by the only people who possibly have this much power
to do so; the evil USA
EMPIRE, or
THAT
EVIL FAMILY
from 1970, and HELL! Both times I played Black Sabbath Numbers-games
on my blogs; with the family, and their friend Linda Lee Norman
Arm-Twister Eric-Teller, and I got pummeled and reamed, cubed!!!! Let
me go resurrect my mom now, and set up some solitaire
cards for her,
to get her great Somerdale Death House messages, again. First, as I
said lovely Gina:
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
MARCH, IT WILL BE 25,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 30,000, AND BY THE END OF
2015; IT WILL BE 35,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I WILL
GUARANTEE THIS FOR YOU!!!!!! ALSO, YO; I KNEW WHEN THESE DIRT FUCKING
BAGS WERE REALLY POURING IT ON ME, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A
BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE ALWAYS AND FOREVER, MY
GREAT MARVELOUS FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT MAJOR
NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, SINCE AUGUST 15,
1986; SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER
ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, AND BEYOND BRUTAL CUNT LAPPING
HELLISH-DEATH-SIEGE PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME, SO KISS MY ASS, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my
true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES
FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF
FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!! All of my nightmare fucking shit,
totally reminds me, of the great wild story told, on the internet as
well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, of so many
unexplainable things, yet they seem to have a fucking ass commonality
to them as do many if not most all supernatural events in general,
and anyone who is into this shit, knows I am being 100% true and
accurate here with my words; not 99.9999999!
How
many secrets about many of them do I know, that
they wish to the gods I did not know; and making that
vulgar show, is no more than non-military equivalents of
disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets that I could tell,
and prove.
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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OCTOBER
30, 2014,
MISCHIEF
NIGHT, HEAVEN ABOVE.
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 8:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
RANGE, (H-84/L-61)
HUMIDITY
IS 71%, FEELING 77 DEGREES.
THIS
WEEKEND IS GOING TO BE REAL NICE, AND
FLORIDIANS
WILL ALL BE GOING, ''BRRRRRRRR'',
AND
NOT FOR 'BROTHER'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
SEE LARGE MUNICIPAL PIPES TWO MAINTENACE-MEN, AND ROCKS, SCISSORS,
PAPER, AND LOGHT. NOW THAT IS INTERESTING, AND SO IS MY BUDDY
PATTY JANE. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU, ANN KING, AND YOUR
ENTIRE WILD FAMILY FROM HELL, YOU REALLY WIPED ME OUT, SO I GUESS
TYOU ARE ALL HAPPY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur
Crane; maybe, just goddess dam ass maybe, one of them someday will
be kind enough to tell me, just WHAT I EVER DID TO ANY OF MOTHER
FUCKING THEM! Am I on the money or way off of it as usual, Mister
Crane, sir? That birch trhat tried to kill us at the super Walmart
in Gloucester County in 1994, that was the mighty wild EXPLORATRON
PAULA PATTY KING and millions of other wild aliases she has in
many many fucking parallel universes, !!!
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that, anything that I can do, multiply that by
about fifty three octillion dam times, and you'll get lovely
Paula-Patty. But then, you knew that I was going to learn all of
this eventually, did you not, hostile nasty Robert mother fucking
McGuire oh great sir of the almighty IRISH-CLAN, maitees?
no
one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private
journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all sorts
of things that the world powers have no power or control over.
The problem I will always have with all of this shit is that my
own flesh and blood, my mom, my daughter, WOW, CAN IT BE TRUE,
great opera singer AUNT BARBARA MAUD HUNTINGTON MASON, the
latengrate????????????????????????????????
Morianity,
Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity,
Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity,
Morianity, Morianity, holy Holly Harvest Advanced Robotics
Schools, where are you when I need you to help me survive this
hellishness, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR, SIRS?
Jesus
Christmas Tree Angels, my question is, boy do I love those great
television documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting
Network, Science Channel, or History Channel and even in NYC in
1988 on WPIX-TV, Channel-11, but what good is anything if a person
is stuck in eternal mother fucking hell with no possible way of
escape??????????????
Choke
on that cigar smoke for a while, Jim TPB Pratt of 1994. PITSY,
shit, how about a pity-party, thrown in my honor, and a nice
ticker tape parade down fuckign Fifth Avenue,MISTER MACKEY STACEY
MACY, YO?
Crissake,
the greatest
fiction writers of the past 90 years, cannot hope to equal
MORIANITY, and for one very great reason. Truth always kicks the
hell out of any fiction. Anyone giving me credit to write and make
this all up, thank you so dam much for the coolest compliment on
the dam ass planet. I'd rather be believed, but hell peeps, if I
must, shit, I'll take door number two, one hell of a resume in my
pocket, huh?
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and
to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I
have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter,
the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and
far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little
me! WOW, I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew
then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once
professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the
trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
SHARKEY
SAYS, HAY LOVELY ACBP BLOND, FRIEND OF DIANA'S, YOU CAN ALWAYS
KICK UP SAND IN MY FACE, SWEETIE PIE, LIKE YOU DID THAT DAY ON THE
BEACH, GIVE THE EX MAYOR AND EX CHIEF MY BEST, OR NOT; WHATEVER,
BOB ANDREWS!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
''Here
you sit, broken hearted''. No, more like mother fucking angry as
shit eating hell, lads and lassies. When I see you in HELL
McGuire, I'll be kicking in your Irish face day and night, forever
and ever and ever, you evil rotten fucking son of a bitch!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
 
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
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Yes
that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career,
you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic
super-girl JENNY JOHNSON.
WOW
Mister
Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's go back to Mickey-Dee and
take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking
bullshit, shall we sir?
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
THE
MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTERS 007, 008, 009,
A/B; IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG, L4;
FOR
NOW; NOT FOREVER!!!
There
is so much to speak about, there is nowhere to begin. We must talk
about REALITY-3 as well as the MIND-REALM or sixth-dimension, in fact
they are quite the kissing cousins. No matter how much wisdom I
appear to gain as year follows year, I am never an ounce or an inch
closer than when this all sprang into the hell that it is all around
me; closer to figuring out how reality-3 figures into the entire
freaking mess of it all, nor can I understand the most basic truths
that exist in the great ELEVATOR-ROOM that these blogs talked about
in the middle and late twenty-ohs. For one quick and obvious instance
and case, why is it that as hard as I try to avoid seeing the time or
machine counters or anything, with a string of ONES IN THEM, in fact,
I DO, over and over and over, with absurd regularity? And why did
Miserable Rotten Jane do that to me in the first place, at the
Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, back in 1993? Why is this all happening
since 1980, with the mysterious SCYLLA TREE ANGEL, or was it 1972, or
was it 2008, or was iy 1986; and you can see how this would blow the
minds of even the greatest scientific thinkers of present times,
right down to the Quantum Dynamics dudes and duddesses in the biggest
greatest laboratories the world over. WHY, WHY, and WHY? Remember in
grammar school days, people, how we would meet that super annoying
little brat, boy or girl, who either repeated what you said no matter
what it was, or just came back no matter what you said with that same
question; “why”? I know I sure do. I blackened a kids eye for
doing this while at some playground in the sixties. Still, this
changes nothing of what is being spoken of. Probably the greatest
compliment ever paid to me, was from a very special person, I know
deep down who it was, and whether this be true or not, I only wanted
a shot at getting this information out to the public so that they
could then decide for themselves whether to just chuck it or do
anything with it at all. Thanks to a lot of hooligans and shenanigans
in the criminal justice system and with the Atlantic County New
Jersey Office of the Prosecutor, back in 2009, this website is
forever lost and gone, along with all the other wild and powerful
stuff that would most likely vindicate me in so many things, no
matter who tries to send me subtle indignant messages day and night,
how wrong I am in all of this. Basically, you can go straight to
Dogtown, my friends, whoever ye may be. If I cannot overcome how R-3
fits into parallel event, and the weapon-tool of the evil
WOMO-MILITUFORCE, called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS; or ever get one inch or
ounce closer to understanding simple things like the ONES ATTACK OF
SLUT-FONDA; well; just tell me people; how am I supposed to ever
accomplish anything at all? And this is why I am 60 years old, with a
zero-resume to my name, not for lack of major determination, guts,
blood, sweat, tears, and desire! Anyone who thinks I am just a lazy
bum, only knows my life since I began blogging in January of 2006.
You don't know Whoopee Diddly about me before that, and you never
will, and you know why? Because you never wanted to , and you never
will want to, and you know why? Because some force called the
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS is interfering with an otherwise normal life I would
be having, if they weren't totally screwing the hell with me
24-7-365.2422!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014
KIND
FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL
FREAKING TOUCH IT. IT
IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.
'WO',
BILLY; TO QUOTE YO.
I
was one month at 1802
Robin Hill,
and it was on the night of June 4, 1980. I'll bet Doogie Howser
remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into
humankind's consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND,
in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me,
uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets
and visions, huh
traveler Saint John,
cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan?????????
Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme
a dam break there, mighty (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT
RIDERS of the AAT CLUB,
like freaking WOW!
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without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say
with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here,
none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
Fun is replaced with 'intense'.
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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
at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay,
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!
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1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super covert junky trashy horrific things;
my inability to get to the bottom of whether reality-3 causes
parallel events to exist, or the other way around; is the main part
of what lies underneath and out beyond this 30-60 year pummeling
assault that is absolutely unrelenting. I have experienced the great
void, and visited the mind dazzling elevator-room, and still, I am no
better off for wear, give me a break, Mister Kitkat. This makes as
much sense as being back where I socked that dumb ass kid in the eye
for saying “why, why, why, why” over and over to me for about a
half of a freaking hour.
OH
LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN
I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:
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Well,
their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard me,
They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406 Highland
Avenue, back in July of 1984, through March of 1985, when I left
Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great marvelous
untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY.
My
pal, and Chairman
of the FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, from 1972,
at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall, of magical locker rooms, belonging
to gymnasium coach instructors; but who really do they belong to, and
Y? Ouch, my dam eye, YO! I really miss the Johnny
Faster joke!
I
COULD NOT DETEST A PERSON, MORE THAN I HATE YOU; MISS J.F. OF
ATLANTA, GEORGIA!
I
rarely do blogs in excess of 110 fucking cunt pages, but when I do,
guess who gets me real gooooud, with her filthy rotten ONES-ASSAULT
on me? You got it; JANE
the muscle girl;
work
that body, pump pump, Mister Hilton-Hack-'98!
Oh
Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and
begging so you'll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity
long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float
about, up above the night
scys
of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by
light of day, only don't tell Roseann Delaney, we all know
she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical
school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in
nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Don't you just mother
fucking television. Rewind-99 on the LAW AND ORDER, you know, where
that fat slob kid falls for that silly murderer teen blond. You can
scream out for help online all night, Hammonton fuckiGN Police
Department in New Jersey, Goddess help you while you lay there dying
and stabbed to fuckiGN death by wonderful cousins of my wonderful
marvelous kid!!!!!!!!! It's all on my 2008 blogs, during the times of
my psychic revelations and vision-dreams, give me a break there,
Memories-Babs, all suppressed so well under the great VSG Syndrome.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Poor
ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida. The
great Public Housing Authority
is keeping you quite busy and on your toes.
When
the red leaves fall, I'll be coming home; in or out of the year of
1975; great
wonderful Congressman Andrews,
AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
{{{{(((''BUT'')))}}}},
WILL THE LONG RIVERS KEEP FLOWING BLUE, IN 1980 AND IN 2014, HAY OLD
BUDDY, TALK TO MY PAL HERE, YOUR TEAM MATE, I DON'T WANT THE LAKE TO
POLLUTE MY COUNTY ALL TO HELL, YO!
Oh
were those the day Bob, when you sang my two country demo tunes, and
I was moving into Robin Hill Apartments at unit #1802, on May 1, in
1980, seems like twenty mother fucking minutes ago, my pal, my best
to Al Pillegi and Angel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FUCKING
SHIT.
Oh
Lordess Marcucci, it's getting heavier and heavier, and I know how
powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME, © 1969, ME, WHO THE FUCKING SHIT EATING
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having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Does
anyone give even a tiny little stinky fucking shit, why the grass is
always greener on the other side, to us poor fucking stupid ass human
beings? WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
Journal
Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.
DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.
YEAH
HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”.
Well
before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with
the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David
Charles Roth again, “while
water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and
assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”;
all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us. His
lover in the plank realm is the great Julia White; a story
that needs addressing eventually, in major detail. Still, I have come
to learn I write these things down for me, no one else. Only I
understand the power to all of this dam shit. Others will only see a
crackpot fucking nut case for a sike ward. Fine, I know better, and
you can all know whatever makes you happier than dam ass Silly Puddy!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
30, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 4:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 63 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 93%, WIND CHILL IS 62 DEGREES.
OH
THIS NICE COOLER WEATHER, WEEEEEEEE!
I'M
LOVIN' IT MISTER MCDONALD DANCERS!!!!!!
MY BLOGS:
Good
old Robin Hill Apartments, Mister D. L. Smith!!!
SO
WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE
FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE;
''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA''!!!!!!!!!
The
Mind Realm is not something you or I will crack in a lifetime or two
or two million. Better entities than you and me, have tried, believe
me, I TRAVEL, I KNOW!!!
DOW
JONES INDUSTRIALS FOR 10-29-14.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
HAY
LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU! I saw you the other night on the
Jupiter-Inlet-Cam, lovely girl!!!
5555555555555555555555555555555555
I
AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT GLARY EYED BILLY-C FOR A SHORT WHILE. I COULD
BE A SKULKING BASTARD AND GET A PHONE AND GO SEE HIM, AND RECORD THE
WHOLE THING, OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL ME, BUT MY POINT IS, I DO NOT DO
STUFF LIKE THIS. EVEN IF I DID, I AM NOT LIKE OTHER PEOPLE. I WOULD
POST IT, AND FACEBOOK AND YOUTUBE WOULD EITHER REMOVE ME OR PUT ME ON
A STOPPER-PAGE, LET ME EXPLAIN. ALL YOUTUBE VIDEOS ARE POSTED AND GO
TO A STARTER-PAGE. FROM THERE, ONE OF THREE ITEMS HAPPENS WITH
AUTOMATED PRECISION. THEY INTO THE NEUTRAL PILE, THEY GO INTO THE TO
BE PROMOTED PILE, OR THEY GO INTO THE INTERNET EQUIVELANT OF THE DEAD
LETTER OFFICE OF MY DAY, THE (STOPPER-PAGE). IF YOUR VIDEOS GO TO
STOPPER PAGES, AS DO MINE, IT IS NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO
EVEN BE ABLE TO EVER FIND YOU UP THERE AT ALL, AND YOU WILL GET ZERO
VIEWS OR A VERY TINY TEENY LITTLE TRICKLE. THAT IS THAT. THOSE THAT
STRIKE THE MEDIA'S (ATTENTION-PAGE) ARE ALL SOFTWARE AUTOMATED.
WHATEVER IS NEW OR HOT THAT WEEK, OR MANY POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AND
KEY-ITEMS MY DO IT, BUT BOOM, THIS IS HOW AND WHY VIDEOS GO VIRAL,
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A VIRAL VIDEO, I PROMISE YOU. AS ALWAYS,
THE WORLD OWNERS DECIDE WHO GETS TO MOVE UP IN LIFE, WHO IS ENDLESSLY
HELD DOWN AND OPPRESSED, AND WHO IS ALLOWED TO JUST BE IN A SORT OF
EARTH-PERGATORY, A NEUTRAL FILE, WHERE WHO KNOWS, ANYTHING CAN
HAPPEN, AND MIGHT HAPPEN, AND NOTHING MIGHT HAPPEN, BUT AT LEAST IT
HAS AN HONEST FAIR CHANCE TO HAPPEN. I AM ON STOPPER PAGES, AND
ANYTHING I POST, YOU WILL FIND IT NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO GET TO, AND IF
YOU DO GET THERE, THE HACKING IS BAD, THE QUALITY IS BAD, AND I COULD
GO ON AND ON WITH THE WAYS THE FREE-MEDIA, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH,
HANDLES THIS, AS REMEMBER, THEY OWN IT ALL TO START WITH. YOU AND ME
LITTLE PEEPERS DON'T OWN SHIT, THEY OWN IT ALL. WE DON'T OWN GOOGLE,
MICROSOFT, YOUTUBE, ANY OF IT, THE FORTUNE 500 PEOPLE ALL DO.
INTERNET IS JUST ANOTHER TOOL, AND WHATEVER WENT ON BEFORE IT ALL GOT
GOING LATE IN THE NINETIES AND EXPANDED EVEN GREATER IN THIS CENTURY,
IS ALL THE SAME THING, JUST USING THIS TOOL OF COMPUTERS AND
CONNECTIONS, AND YOU NAME IT, IF YOU WERE A FAILURE OR A SUCCESS YEAR
AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR, BEFORE THE INTERNET; THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT
YOU WILL BE WITH THE INTERNET. IT
IS THEIR PROPERTY, THEY
OWN EVERYTHING,
JUST AS MY SONG TALKED ABOUT IN
ITS 1983 LYRICS;
ABOUT NOT WANTING TO SWEEP THE SAND, BUT RATHER, DESIRING TO OWN THE
LAND.
I CANNOT MAKE A SOUL BELIEVE ANY OF THIS, BUT YOU ARE PATHETIC IF YOU
THINK A VIDEO EVER GOES SELF-VIRAL, IT DOESN'T. IT IS ALL AS FIXED AS
REALITY SHOWS, AND FOR THAT MATTER, REALITY ITSELF. SOMEONE DOES NOT
LIKE THESE WORDS THAT HAS GREAT POWER. I JUST TOOK MY FIRST HACK OF
THIS BLOG, OLD PAL BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION! DON'T BEAT ME UP, OP.
I
was hacked on the previous chapter, and lots of stuff I blogged, did
not come out on my blog, on the office document, it was just poofed
out and sent to the dead letter stopper box. Merry Christmas Patty
Hollister and Steve Chanter. 'Knee-oh-ho-ren-gay-key-oh', to you too!
Do those lovely Pointer Sisters still want men with slow hands and
touches, or just a lot of frikkin' worthless fairy-tales, now, as
well as 40 years ago, I wonder? Yes I know I forgot to wish you guys
a happy new year, but which one. When Dick Clark was winding down his
late night party on December 31, which fucking party, great peeps?
What am I, psychic????????????? Shut up Mike McNulty!
Governor Jesse
Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect up with
stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that his own
distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and
not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so that
'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver.
I
was holding back on telling, and I know I can post for safe keeping
only, at least on the BLOGGER account, by hitting the ''DRAFT'',
instead of the ''PUBLISH'' prompt. Still, it is being publicly
continued for now, and holding back the largest part of that recent
high school dream is just stupidity on my part, so I am telling it
now. But I really have to make it so only the few who need to know
what I am saying, will put the (2+2) together, and anyone who does
not need to have this detailed information, might try, but may arrive
at a 3 or a 5 or even a 9.368. I was going to say I must BE
something, but PP and the first letter stands for paranoid and last
one does not stand for anyone I ever conducted music business with;
might get all bent out of shape and then proceed to come down here to
my crib, and bend me all out of shape. So I won't say a thing, WAYV.
The
high school was in a totally unfamiliar area, in whatever universe it
was in. Still, across from it and a large baseball field past that,
was a highway, and on the other side was a large building that was
about a dozen stories tall, industrial, not residential. The entire
building was owned by the makers of my PRIVECODE MACHINE from the
tail end of 1983, when I purchased this wild device, and kept it in
its shipping box until leaving 1802 Robin Hill to move into 134
Norris Avenue, from Voorhees to Atco, in New Jersey, on 1 February,
of 1983.
Mark
Minor as some of you know, along with Salvador, Peter, Wilson, Alan,
and a few others, were all in one place in this ”waking world”
but they were not all in this parallel universe of the dream world or
the multiverse. Mister Minor had no sailboat, and was not related to
the great John Dee of England, but he did want to go home, without
getting into any fights or drinking all through the non daylight
hours. He seems to have been connected with the same supernatural
forces that both 'witch-doctor' Wilson and I both are also. Oh, that
is what he called himself, until he graduated to 'voodoo priest', I
merely quote things, tell news, you know, not make up stories,. But
yes, I will tell stories, true ones, no matter how much they appear
to be a must-be-fish-tale. Mark Minor and I walked across this
baseball field, and the weather appeared spring-like, and there were
no palm trees within the limit of sight, so I don't think I was in
Florida, in whatever universe I was 'dreaming to be in' through a
living double of myself. Suddenly Salvador came running out of
nowhere, maybe left field if I can make a joke here. Then he pulled
out a miniature KFP machine only a foot long, that also had a wearing
collar, like that thing in 1986 I wore to play roulette, and got
teased by the casino personnel in Atlantic City. It made access to
two different money player chips more accessible, so I wore it, and
let them all laugh at me. I was the one laughing making a clear grand
weekly, off of their tables.
Instead of keys
and knobs and dials and places for discs to go, was a long blank area
like a rectangular drumming pad. He then proceeded to say hay there
or some similar thing to Mark minor and myself, and then while
wearing this thing that he put on directly after this, he put his two
hands out as if to use a real KFP, and instead of music, he began
doing what he did back in 1965 and 1966, over at the New Jersey Neuro
Psychiatric Institute, now defunct; just like Bancroft Neurological
Health System, as well, and Turnersville Pathmark; and so many other
places; accomplished by powerful covert methods by the History Marker
Remover section of the mighty ESS, the (HMR). Salvador Ventura then
began tapping the way he used to at the institute, with his fingers,
only as he did so, a tiny little speaker system on each side of the
rectangle he was wearing, would speak what he was code-tapping, in
any possible voice, and he laughed real smuggly while adjusting
in-between tapping, with his left hand, a small set of almost
invisible dials on the left of the contraption, I believe there were
four of them. He had me talking, he had Mark minor, then he had Diana
Ross, the Motown vocalist. I asked him why he was doing this and he
began laughing, not loud and revolting or anything, just a soft
unoffensive tonal quality laugh, but he just kept laughing, and
laughing. Then he took the thing off, and put it back in some
backpack that he had attached with a small double silver chain, into
his right pocket, leaving it dangling half way to the ground. His
laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at me, and said, “You
fucking asshole Mark”, meaning me and not Mark Minor. “You really
believed that shit, and then you say how great you are at bluffs and
fakes and poker and shit, what a crock”. I just stopped dead in my
tracks, staring at the bastard, sort of angry, and a bit hurt also. I
thought we were pals, and here he is fucking with me. Then Mark Minor
spoke up and said back to him, “Hay, he doesn't want to get it, you
know how painful some family shit can be, ya dork”. This is when I
jumped in and said, “Will somebody please let me in on just what
you mother fuckers are all quacking about”! Then we all sat down at
some bleachers that were past the one end of this ball field, leaving
us to stare off at a highway about 150 feet ahead of us, and on the
other side of it, the building, completely owned by the one and only,
multiversally famous, International Mobile Machines Corporation.
This is when
Salvador reminded me that I was a type-1-exploratron, and “why
should I tell you a thing”, he said, “get out of my pal's body
before I kick your ass”. I told him the truth with unquestionable
candor at this point, that I now remember this is totally true, but I
did not mean to get here, it is all a sixth dimensional program that
thinks and makes all of us pawns then move on a huge Packman type
simulation videogame of a sort in five dimensions called hyperspace.
Then he said, “I don't care about all that shit Mark, all that
matters is that you talk a big game about poker and you're letting
peeps pull all kinds of double blind bluffs on you, you know, like
they would say those things with that much certainty on that show,
and not know another truth”? Then I realized what he was talking
about, even cornball idiot me has limitations to my VSG Syndrome and
the stupidity that so many times goes along with maintaining more
painless vacuums in memory. This is when I realized what was being
spoken, and also I put together that I was here in this crazy place,
sitting on bleachers, with the bleachers again, for heavens sake.
Then he burst out into raucous laughter unlike the first time at the
beginning of this, and said, “That wild so-called fictional book of
yours in 1994, TBP, holy hell Mark, there is more happening than just
port in the storm years, ya' dam dummy”. I then said, “hold
shit, I know this now, stop making fun of me. Remember how you hated
your father making fun of you and were screaming out for Miss Wescott
to help you”? Then he retorted with, “That's your world, not
mine. Here in reality, I never went to some sike ward with you in
1965, you fuckiGN butt wipe”. I then ended this conversation with,
“Well Sal, all I can say is they do sound alike when they speak as
adults, so Jesus, forgive me for not being almighty Goddess”. I
jumped up and left Minor and Ventura just looking at me, and walked
to a bridge for pedestrians to cross over the large highway, and went
into the IMMC Building. As soon as I got there, I was grabbed bodily
by security officers, bound, gagged, and carried off on some gurney
type of item, into a deep sub-basement area. I saw myself on a large
screen TV system that had to be 20 feet across, and brighter than a
summer beach at noon. When my eyes adjusted to this incredible TV
set, I saw them running my entire life in fast forward from the
minute I moved into Atco, and all through the show, they kept saying,
“We're always watching you, buddy”. They must have said this in a
serious tonal quality at least ten dam times. I asked if they could
go past this time era, and they said we can go up as far as twenty
fifty five. They hit a skip button, that said right on it in big
purple lettering, “SKIP”, and suddenly it was 1984, and I was
watching myself living in Robin Hill again where I had left for a
while, over in unit number 506. They eventually seemed to get bored
with me and my questions and said to me that they were going on a
coffee break, and would I like to be taught how to operate the
scanner tendle, this is what they called it, I just report the dream,
folks. There is no 'R' in the word, and I do not know what exactly a
scanner-tendle is, but they showed me how to run it, and left the
room. I realized I could make it go off of that part of New Jersey,
and go anywhere. I learned some stuff that is so hot, if I ever told
any of it, I would be dead in one minute from the time I hit POST
PUBLISH.
Long Story Short
(LSS), the school mates were breaking my dam stones about poker, and
sure enough, I can bluff and I can read people, and I am a dam good
poker player, and the average asshole would be cleaned out fast with
me, I promise. But they were totally right. Some powerful people went
way out of their way to seem to know something I totally believed had
happened, was not the way I thought all along, and were quite adamant
about it, more so than they would be if they did not indeed know
better. 99% of normal readers not a part of this, don't have a clue
why I had this wild dream where I was back in a high school, or why
all of this was said to me, but I know, and the few involved in it
all, they know. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Fire alarms go
off every single day between the opening bell on Wall Street and
shortly thereafter. I will not lie, it happens on the weekends too.
If I wanted to skip that part and be dishonest here, I could have.
The whole truth means do not skip a part of it or omit shit that
negates the value of the crap you're trying to prove and make claim
to. But my honesty prevails, and I am proud to be an honest gentlemen
who may tell seemingly wild fish tales, but I KNOW THEY ARE TRUE, AND
SO DO THE DAM GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe all of this IS where the
shadows all dwell by day, or in Ireland with bands that like my Ernie
song a lot. Give me a break Mister freaking Kitkat.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
GOOD
NIGHT TO ALL VIDEOGAMES, SIMULATIONS, SHADOW MONSTERS, AND OTHER
GORGONS, VIOLENT WOMEN NOT WELCOME HERE, DAWN KING!!!!
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