ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00032

PLEASE DON'T SKIP, AS EVERY WORD IN THIS ORDER, IS LIKE THE HOLY BIBLE. I PROMISE YOU!

I COULD FUCKING SIT HERE TYPING ''RED ALERT'' IN RED INK FOR A PAGE, AND IT WOULD NOT PROVE A THING. BUT I KNOW IF I DON'T MOVE OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE THIS EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE AMERICA, I AM SOON TO DIE, AND MY MURDER WILL BE TOTALLY GOTTEN AWAY WITH. THIS FUCKING SHIT HAS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, AND BEFORE ME, IT WAS ARTHUR HUNTINGTON, THE DIFFERENCE BEING THAT HE LIVED A FAIRLY AVERAGE AN D PRETTY GREATR LIFE, AND ONLY AT THE END DID THINGS MOVE TO BEETLJUICE AND ELM STREET INTERSECTION, LEADING TO THE MURDER BY HIM OF HIS WIFE AND MOTHER IN LAW, BEFORE HANGING HIMSELF DOWN IN THE CUNT LAPPING BASEMENT, UP IN BRAINTREE MASSACHUSETTS, IN 1948.

I WENT WITHOUT ONE FIRE ALARM FOR A NUMBER OF DAYS, BUT WOKE UP IN THE DARKNESS AROUND 6 OR SO THIS MORNING, TO A NASTY LONG LASTING ONE, BEFORE THE FIRE COMPANY EVENTUALLY CAME AND DEACTIVATED IT. THIS BUILDING IS A LITTLE MAFIA. THEY ARE ALL IN WITH EACH OTHER, AND MOST OF THEM HATE ME, SO I MUST GET THE FUCK OUT. I KNOW THIS WAS DONE INTENTIONALLY, AND THAT THIS IS ONLY THE START OF AN ASSAULT. ONCE OCTOBER ROLLS AROUND, ALL THIS FUCKING CUNT SHIT IS FLYERS-HOCKEY ORIENTED, AND I KNOW THAT, EVEN DIRT BAG MOTORBIKE RIDER LATELY WHO GUNS THAT PILE OF ASSWIPING CRAP NEAR MY WINDOW A LOT LATELY, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT.

THIS NIGHTMARE PLACE IS BUG INFESTED, FOR ALL I KNOW THEY PUT BUGS IN HERE SOMEHOW WHILE I AM OUT OR ASLEEP, I CAN'T WIN, AS THE SECURITY STATION IS IN ON THIS, AND HAS KEYS TO ALL THE UNITS. THE LADY CAUSING ME THIS TROUBLE AND TOM THE COMPUTER PRICK, ALL OF THEM ARE PART OF THIS PHONY CROOKED CRIME STOPPERS SHIT, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. STILL, SOMETHING HAD TO LEAD UP TO ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT, AS UNTIL FAIRLY RECENTLY, MY ONLY REAL PROBLEMS WERE MEDICAL, NOW I HAVE MEDICAL ONES ON FUCKING CUNT TOP OF THIS NEW MOTHER FUCKING DOMESTIC SHITUATION, LADIES AND GOD DAM GENTLEMEN. Something said, had to cause this 8 days of fucking shit now, starting on 27 September, and running now through this 4 fucking cunt October. The secret is not complicated. You look at what you blogged for two or three days before it all started, to see what funny bones I must have hit and knocked, to cause this cock sucking total nightmare shit. So here is that shit, people, for the record, for me, and for you.

ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00032

Now before I paste in the parts that may have all led to this death siege of the past eight days, here is a bit morsel additional shit from yesterday, before I took the real manjor attack between half past five and six in the evening. First off, an unusually heavy hologram of tall pussy was around me on my four errands, the bank to check my balance, the pharmacy to pick up my blood pressure medication, the Good Will Store, and the Burger King for dinner, since I did not want to mess up my kitchen, in case Saturday morning inspection came, and so far, it has not, the notice said the second or fourth of October, but not every unit is inspected, it is sort of like a bad lottery system. Those I normally win and win quite big at, bad lotteries, not good ones. I should have gone to McDonald's, their burgers are tastier and their fries are crispy and great, BK totally sucks next to Mickey-D, at least here in fucking cunt eating asshole Fort pierce, and IMHO, Mashell Daniels of 1080, ma'am! So my dinner was lousy. Expensive too, nearly a sawbuck for a bag of jerk off dogshit. Very tall girls are there, in Good Will, and the pharmacy as well. This is par for the course, as are lots of fuckiGN cunt klutz-outs, during times of super hellish fucking attacks, and none of this shit is letting me one bit down. Just when I was beginning to feel the tiniest bit better physically, now I feel like I am going to die all over again, with all this stress and mistreatment and criminal attacks on me, and I have an AG who could care less. Hopefully she will be defeated in the election, but with my luck, I can forget that. Before going to sleep, I tripped again, on that stupid mother fucking cunt lapping power chord, it needs to be plugged into a different outlet and I must get around to hooking up a dual plug to allow me to do this, as when the power goes out to the computer brick as you know, it beeps, and at 4 AM, maybe it disturbed someone even though I caught it after the third beep. Others can always do anything they want, but let me make a tiny fucking little cunt chewing sound. POW, an hour later or two, I am awakened by that shrill horrific smoke alarm shit that seemed to last forever and was way longer than usual. I don't trust or like, my nabes below me or above me, these peeps can all go to fuckiGN cunt hell at C-SQ! They complain I cause them leaks below me, and hammer above me, and seem to be bad when the rest of the shit is bad with me, like cunt eating fucking ass clock work. Now the boo hoo hoo shit is out of the way, here is the paste in of stuff leading up to this nightmare 8-day fucking attack on me, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT AND STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, AND LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT, YO YO YO YO!!!!

All possible things causing my week of hell into October, from previous week to the week from hell, paste ins to examine and maybe post in a new blog eventually:

DON'T FUCKING IGNORE THIS MAJOR BLOG, PEEPS, PLEASE!

IT BEGAN SATURDAY, 27 SEPTEMBER, AND ALL OF THIS LEADS UP TO THAT WEEK OF TOTAL HELL.

Monday, September 22, 2014

ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00016

READ ON WITH STRONG HEART, AND COURAGE!!!!

I NEVER HAD A CLUE, THAT I WAS BLACK AND BLUE. BABY-BABY-BABY, AUDREY HEPBURN.

These are all paste-ins that were written before 9/27/14.

I THOUGHT I KNEW MOST EVERYTHING, 'TILL YOU SHOWED ME THE SONGS WE'D SING. BEFORE I DIE SHORTLY, I VOWEL TO LEARN WHY THE EXAMINER IN THE U.S. © OFFICE, HATED THAT YELLOW SHEET OF PAPER SO MUCH, BACK IN EARLY MIDDLE 2008 SOMEWHERE. AND I DO HAVE EYES AND EARS IN TOWN THERE, BELIEVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ever since the death of Joan Rivers, one of my faves by the way; my audience has slacked off between 30-80 percent from where it had gone up to. Also, every single time I get on the wrong subjects, so it seems, lots of folks begin getting real touchy and sensitive. But it's OK of course to injure me for sixty years, and know nothing but utter total fucking endless hell, that's just fine and totally cunt lapping acceptable. Every time I say powerful truths about folks with any kind of fucking ATLANTIC CITY CONNECTIONS; pow, the readership drops. Well, if they want to read about Mary Poppins and her song 'Chim-Chimminy', or whatever it's called, then why not Google that up and get with that. If you like all the general travel information on going to Atlantic City, try trip adviser Atlantic City, and if you are into wood finishing, lots of shit is on Google about that too. There is nothing anywhere that isn't on mother fucking GOOGLE, well, except for sanitization truths. I mean if you think you'll get half the truth about my family or even a half a thousand, by Googling, then you;ll be sadly mistaken. Still, me ol' pernt Archibald, is this: If you want truths you cannot GOOGLE UP because the biggest fucking joke on PLANET EARTH is the American Free Press without agendas by its owners, and zillions of payoffs like lobbyists do with politicians, wow, there is no use me trying to educate a room filled with baboon fuckiGN brains. If you don't like me telling how this family can make me lose hours, days, maybe lifetimes for all I know, well, stop reading me entirely, as I do intend to get deeper and deeper into shit as this moves ever onward, right up to the day I die as a result of them fucking killing me, as they did their expendable cousin Dawn King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and weird, just how this star family or the great K's, did all of this over the past 13,000 years or so, but I am here telling anyone willing to listen with the smallest open mind, that they did. Just because I cannot perfectly outline and divinely print out the elucidated full details of their awesome plans, doesn't mean I am wrong. Also, I am no closer now that than I was the day this all started going super fuckiGN south for me on August 15, 1986, to learning the exact who's and what's and why's and all of this. If this was coming from mere humanity in five dimensions in hyperspace, without some force extending even beyond all of that, well, common sense tells me, I can't speak for any of you levels of common sense; but it tells me that something is so big that a trillion fucking Einstein Brains all together would not be able to do any more than I have done to research it all and put together a lot of dogshit when it's all said an done.

Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare.

Donna Hair, and the hacker that broke into NASA had the name McKINNON, as in Lenny the record promoter from 1980. When I drove down to Florida in the middle of mother fucking December, back in 2009, and got near at all, on I-95, to the NASA-headquarters; the air harassment grew all around me, as if I was the son of Bin Laden. What did I ever fucking do to any of these mother fuckiGN sick bastards, YO??? Fffffffffffffffuck the whole world, Tom Reale, you miserable fucking dirt bag child molester from 1970!!! OH WOW MACY MACKEY STACEY, HUUUUU, is it me or is it hot? Pneumatic life technology and early nineties lightning research, give me a break, The Weather Channel, like I don't remember the past, despite this fuckiGN STAR FAMILY FROM WASHCLOTH HHHHHHELL! Breathe Jerry eddinger! Jesus Christ Almighty. General Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.

Sherri-Lee and Petee Pote, I am not aloud to talk about you too without getting flung into another part of the hyperspace permanently, you know this. I am going to drink some berry juices now and listen to my 2000 and 1999 videotapes of island juice commercials, Cousin Traveler Donald, takes one to know one, right asshole????????????? Then I can relax with my newspaper on the beach and ride the mile-high-coaster, you know, the Wildwood Tablet Press. WEEEEEEEEEEE. Give me a break Mister Allentown Dorney. All the doctors in the world can suck my dick, and so can their EKG's and so can the technicians, all except for the greatest one in the world, Doctor Carey, right CUZZ???????????? I'll fucking have your head for what you have done to me, you sick twisted old son of a bitch. Good old Tennessee Avenue. The only other time Paula messed with my mind and memories, was at Highview Apartments in middle June of 1996. Sorry mister fucking Crowley, I got the year off by one, your CE disposition charge was a year before my lovely PEE was born in March of 1997. We make mistakes in here Bruce Pennock Plasticpenmagic, nobody's fuckiGN ass perfect, YO! Are you sorry for stealing my tow-truck and robbing me, asshole??????????????????????????? I am sure you are still laughing, as in that time on the phone when you said to me, “Good-byhyhyeeeeeeee”, eat me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are special reserved places in DOGTOWN for many many people on this fucked up little pwanet!!!

WELL, ANYONE WHO KNOWS WHAT I SUFFER THROUGH, KNOWS THAT I WILL GET THE CRAP KNOCKED OUT OF ME BY LOVELY SARAH KRASSLE AS SOON AS I GO TO SLEEP LATER; BUT IT HAD TO BE SAID, AND SO IT WAS, AND YES DAVID; I AM GOING TO GO AND WASH MY HANDS, WITH A VERY RED AND BLOODY SUMMER OF 1970 WASHCLOTH JUST AS SOON AS I POST AND PUBLISH THIS CASSETTE TAPE. GEE, I NEVER THOUGHT BACK IN 1980, I WOULD BE POSTING AND PUBLISHING CASSETTE TAPES; BUT THAT IS NOT ALL I WAS TOTALLY IN THE DAM DARK ABOUT, BACK IN 1980. HOLY TOLEDO-POP; YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT TOWN IN SHAME, NOW IT SEEMS THAT BOTH SIDES OF THIS SCREWEY FAMILY IS AS TWISTED AS A LONG CANDY STICK MADE AT MCANDREWS AND FORBES OF CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, RIGHT ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR OF 1989, AND LOVELY SIDEKICK MEANINE, DONNA SPITNOSE SPINOSI? JUST WHAT DID KIRK AND ROTTEN BERRIES AND THE GANG ALL KNOW ABOUT this POOR TRAVELING FOOL FROM FUCKING ASS NEW JERSEY, MISTER BERMAN AND MISTER PILLER, YO YO YO YO YO YO??????????????????????? THERE ARE TWO MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR SIEGES THAT STRIKE ME EACH YEAR, SINCE THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE ALL BEGAN. THEY ARE SUMMER SIEGE, AND THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE. THIS HAS BEEN DISCUSSED ON MANY A PRIOR OLDER BLOG, ESPECIALLY ON BLOGS THAT YOU NEED TO FUCKING ARCHIVE TO GET TO, USING MY PASTED IN ARCHIVE ON MANY BLOGS, SUCH AS THIS NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WHAT ARE THE GATES OF HELL U ASK? The DJIA! RIGHT HOPE KERNAN, OLD GIRLFRIEND? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BLOGS SUCK, MANY SAY. MAYBE I SAY, YOU DO! I hate those Honda's, but those Saturn's have really fucking cool ass safety belts, Stephanie Mills, so laugh that off and kick me down some stairs while you're fucking at it, YO!!!!!!!! My hands, Cousin David, may I please borrow a washcloth?

“Sometimes having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Yes lovely Tupring of Star Trek, that Mister Spock dude knows a thing or nine!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Love is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders, people without any brain. Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste of time, a tear on a heart leaves a stain. Hay Tom Glenn, they almost got you too in that fucking fire, YO YO YO, watch out for powerful gods an d goddesses and , my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEE HEE HEE LILLY MUNSTER SHIPYARDS or whatever, Bob old pal. Keep singing bro, the Congress needs a great song right about now, YO! NO BRAIN, huh Lois Foca, ANTI GRAVITY, ROGER ALL OF THESE WILD YOGI BASEBALL BERRA COINCIDENCES; OH GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP) LOVELY WHITTLE WORL'????????? Where are you when I fucking goddess dam need you, Professor M. Kaku, NYU????????????????????

DID A FEW MEASLEY DECADES WIPE YOUR MEMORIES OUT LIKE A MCGUIRE MAGIC LEPRAWAND????????? Tell your probation officer what McGuire did to us someday, Eddie, I'll be right there to back you up, you have my word of honor. ''THE FASCITAR, THE JACOBSON, THE DONALD; AND THE WORLD OF THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM'', AND THEN THERE CAME MY INVITE TO JOIN THE ESS ON THE FINAL 2014 DAY OF WINTER, BIG ASS WOW, JOANNE, FROM 1979. Before I remembered it all, you were my first. Then came the memories, Barbara, both Barbara's, no electric shocks dock!

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 for all the negativity here, lovely Twinbay, but if you were me, then and only then, lovely girl, would you begin to understand all my hell!!!

I have lots and lots to say and plan on taking a big ass bite out of things, as this goes on, YO YO!

Yes, no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs that I would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had to drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT CONSTRUCTION COMPANY', the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT LAPPERS IN MY PAST, have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than 100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major mother fucking SCOTT RANSOM on me; destroying my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!! Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just bring me your wonderful strobing light, and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE, so give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word, “W—O—W”????

HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS, DOES THIS DAM SHIT TOTALLY FUCKING SUCK A HARD THROBBING PRICK AT C-SQ?????????

REALLY BOB FCC MCDOWELL old pal and sir; does the date really matter, or the time? I can just paste the same shit in over and over and over again, am I 'WROOOOOOOONG' lovely gorgeous 1980 shampoo hair girl advertiser?

I MEAN FOR AN EXAMPLE, I'LL PASTE THIS.

AND VIVA MORIANITY!

SUPER FUCKING CUNT HACKING, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO; AT MOTHER FUCKING 22 PAST ELEVEN ON THIS DATE OF SATURDAY SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE DEATH ASSAULT, 28 MOTHER FRUCKIGN CUNT JUNE OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN!!!!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00017

THANK YOU LIGHTNING FOR COMING AROUND A SHORT WHILE YESTERDAY AFTERNOON. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW. I'M ALL ALONE, DREAMING OF THE PHONE AND THE NUMBERS THAT WE SHARE. I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHEN YOUR FAVORITWE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR ONE TWO THREE, KEPT SIGNALLING ME, THAT YOU'RE THERE. I COULDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. INSTEAD, I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD. © 1983 MARK WAYNE MOHR, SONG TITLE, “1-2-3-LOVER”. THIS WAS ON ONE OF THE FOLLOWING MUSIC PROJECTS THAT I SENT DOWN TO THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE. WHICH ONE, I AM NOT SURE. Public Catalog Copyright Catalog (1978 to present) Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries. # Name (NALL) < Full Title Copyright Number Date [ 1 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- For the record. PAu000662409 1984 [ 2 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- I'm Criana. PAu000724397 1985 [ 3 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House. PAu003351785 2007 [ 4 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system. TXu000514390 1992 [ 5 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Lost love. PAu000344219 1981 [ 6 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr demo collection, set 4. PAu000546149 1983 [ 7 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr demo collection : set III. PAu000442785 1982 [ 8 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr demo tunes. PAu000325091 1981 [ 9 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Mohr tunes. PAu000411864 1982 [ 10 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Queen of blue. PAu000825471 1986 [ 11 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Real good girl. PAu000881543 1986 [ 12 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK. PAu002506106 2000 [ 13 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Saga of song writer Mark Mud. PAu000501582 1983 [ 14 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Sarah. PAu002153196 1996 [ 15 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Sarah. SRu000332786 1996 [ 16 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Sarah Callio of ACNJ. SRu000362114 1997 [ 17 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- Uncle. PAu000540585 1983 [ 18 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- What's wrong? PAu000724407 1984 [ 19 ] Mohr, Mark W., 1954- You call this music? PAu000998574 1987 [ 20 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two. PAu001148157 1988 [ 21 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3. PAu001189027 1989 [ 22 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204017 1980 [ 23 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204015 1980 [ 24 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morianity music pre-book. PAu002336935 1998 [ 25 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morianity tunes of 1998. PAu002282717 1998 Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) Save, Print and Email (Help Page) Records Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC All on Page Selected On Page Selected all Pages Enter your email address: Search for: Search by: Title (omit initial article A, An, The, El, La, Das etc.) Name (Crichton Michael; Walt Disney Company) Keyword Registration Number (for VAu 598-675 type vau000598675) Document Number (for V2606 P87 type v2606p087) Command Keyword Item type: None Recorded Documents Text Serials Music Maps Sound Recordings Computer Files Motion Pictures Visual Materials Kits Mask Works Deposit only monographs Deposit only serials Cancelled Registrations 10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page Help Search History Titles Start Over Contact Us | Request Copies | Get a Search Estimate | Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about Copyright | Copyright Office Home Page | Library of Congress Home Page Public Catalog Copyright Catalog (1978 to present) Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W Search Results: Displaying 26 through 28 of 28 entries. Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) # Name (NALL) < Full Title Copyright Number Date [ 26 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. PAu000204016 1980 [ 27 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Same title. PAu003037983 2005 [ 28 ] Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- Thanx to the shadows. PAu002237985 1997 Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) Save, Print and Email (Help Page) Records Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC All on Page Selected On Page Selected all Pages Enter your email address: Search for: Search by: Title (omit initial article A, An, The, El, La, Das etc.) Name (Crichton Michael; Walt Disney Company) Keyword Registration Number (for VAu 598-675 type vau000598675) Document Number (for V2606 P87 type v2606p087) Command Keyword Item type: None Recorded Documents Text Serials Music Maps Sound Recordings Computer Files Motion Pictures Visual Materials Kits Mask Works Deposit only monographs Deposit only serials Cancelled Registrations 10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page Help Search History Titles Start Over Contact Us | Request Copies | Get a Search Estimate | Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about Copyright | Copyright Office Home Page | Library of Congress Home Page EVEN I DO NOT RECALL EVERY LAST LITTLE DETAIL IN CONSCIOUS MEMORY, PRAISE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL GODDESS SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!

EVEN I DO NOT RECALL EVERY LAST LITTLE DETAIL IN CONSCIOUS MEMORY, PRAISE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL GODDESS SSJKK!!!!!!!!!! NOW I WILL POST THE STM-ILLUSION THAT IS REAL TO ME NOW AND WILL BE REAL TO READERS AND VIEWERS AT VARIOUS LATER ILLUSIONS. FIRST I FEEL TOTALLY COMPELLED TO SAY THE FOLLOWING THING. THERE ARE SOME LOCAL PEOPLE HERE IN TOWN, THAT I WANT TO THANK ON THE QTDL. THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE, AND THEY READ ME EVERY SO OFTEN, I'VE BEEN TOLD. I DO GET UP SET AND I KNOW I ACT LIKE A REAL ASSHOLE A LOT OF THE TIME. MY BLOGS HAVE BEEN A GREAT RELEASE FOR MY MAJOR PROBLEMS OF MANY MANY DECADES. I REFUSE TO CALL THEM MY PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS, AS I KNOW THAT I WOULD ACT AS NORMAL AS APPLE PIE, IF ALL OF THIS POWERFUL PARANORMAL CRAP HAD NEVER HAPPENED TO ME, AND WAS NOT ATTACHED PERMANENTLY TTO ME LIKE SOME COSMIC GARGANTUAN RELENTLESS LEACH!

SEPTEMBER 24, 2014 WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 12:14, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT. HUMIDITY IS 100%, IT FEELS 80 DEGREES.

Yes my kind wonderful awesome lovely folks out here, I know I am just a rotten prick who curses and has become a professional hater of intense proportions. I apolojise for my rude and ugly behavior. I got the heck knocked out of me by the great Sarah-Krassle, outside HER shop on M-Boulevard in SDK, and woke up yesterday afternoon with quite a bang. I will try real hard to be a good doggie, great JEHOVAH GODDESS, I promise. Just don't ever go away and leave your endless THAT-BOY. I know I did not imagine ANY of the nineties, not Foolio, not THAT-BOY, none of it. Still, who am I to say BOO, or ask to get out of hell or jail, now or four years ago around this time?

Yes, no Stacey for me. BULL SHAVICK SCOTT HADDONFIELD FRAZIER 1969-1970. I am swimming all around her lovely waters that she came over and brooded over a while ago before our wonderful talk at the great fence a while ago, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MICHAEL MCNULTY. WOW, MCDOWELL, YOGI AND I FIND THIS ALL JUST TO DARN COINCIDENTAL TO BE A COINCIDENCE, YO! NOW I AM NOT TALKING LOW AND SLOW OR MARKET BEARISH HERE, BUT YOGI SPORTSCASTER HERE, FOR ANY WHO MAY BE HEAD SCRATCHING HERE JUST A WEE BIT, WHAAA! 'MOUNT MISERY CONSTRUCTION COMPANY', OR IS THAT WITHOUT ALL THE MISERY? HAY MISTER DRINKVILLE, FLORIDA, JB BUFFET; I BROUGHT ALL THIS GARBAGE ON MYSELF, AND AM MERELY MY OWN WORST ENEMY. SSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO ARTHUR CRANE, IS ANY OF IT REAL, OR IS IT COMPUTER KAKU SIMULATION? I LIKE TO THINK I AM AS REAL AS REALE AT LEAST WAS, AND WAS HE FREAKING REAL, AND THAT'S 4-REAL, BUB! HOLY FREAKING CALLIO CALLISURDO IT IS OK FOR THE LAWMAKERS IN THIS NATION WITH THEIR 13 YEAR OLD PAGES, BUT I AM A BAD DUDE FOR BEING INTERESTED IN A PERFECTLY LEGAL AGE GIRL THAT DAY, HONEY CAKES. RIGHT, SURE, WHATEVER ALL OF YOU SAY, YOU MAKE THE DAM RULES, I JUST SIT AND ROT AWAY, HOT OR NOT OR EVEN IF THE NIGHTS DO CHILL A BIT IN THE TINY WINTER WE GET HERE, GREAT DAUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE TAUGHT ME A LOT OF THINGS IN THAT WONDERFUL SWIMMING POOL, EVEN HIS UNDYING OBSESSION TO FIND ANTIGRAVITY. I KNOW YOU WOULD LOVE TO SEE A PHOTO OF HIS GRAVIGAIN-HYPERTRONICS MACHINE SOMEDAY, MC! OR MAYBE I AM WRONG, AND YOU COULD CARE LESS, SIX IN ONE, HALF A DOZEN IN THE OTHER.

HOLY MOTHER OF GODDESS, DOES THIS DAM SHIT TOTALLY SUCK A HARD THROBBING REALE-DOG!!!!!!!!!! REALLY BOB FCC MCDOWELL old pal and sir; does the date really matter, or the time? Do my TIMELESS SATELLITE CALENDARS make more sense then they did that day we talked over the phone, WO? There are powerful PC numbers There are powerful PC numbers There are powerful PC numbers There are powerful PC numbers There are powerful PC numbers There are powerful PC numbers

This will create an account with Rent.com. Email addresses are not shared with third-parties. We will give you a heads up on apartment. 'GEE-TANKS!!!!' 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''!!!!!!!!!

So who put the overalls in Misses Murphy's chowder? If nobody freaking answers, I'll shout this even louder. Keep doing that twenty minutes, and they'll hear you in freaking Brazil. Still, where are the limits of everything, grand-daddy, at the once, 440 South 50th Street, Hackersphilly, Pennsy? While typing this, I got a strange pop up dialogue box for no reason. Computers have a mind of their own, and I don't give a shoot sugar water who believes that or not. Let me get back to Misses Murphy, and bring your nose plugs, folks. Shortly, it will be time to tell a few things that happened to me in the seventies, and just as I was told to talk more about this time period once when my blogs were new; in powerful ''dreaming interactions'', I will do so. Limits are in our minds. No other place are limits, I don't care if it is critical mass or the constant itself. But that is all for another huge blog, somewhere off in the future. The state of Florida has an awesome Attorney General. Not because she is a talented successful lawyer and puts up with my antics, but also, she is a dynamite knock out blond on top of it. Do you agree with me, gentlemen?

Mind is truly gravity, at absolute zero dimension. Scientists call it many things from dark matter to gray matter, if you can tolerate a little stair-chase New York humor, folks, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our dream out and away from void zero dimension is the resulting big bang of the first lawtron. But why does all of it work as it does? Simple. There are only so many possible combinations for anything, even if that number had more zeros than the universe could allow to be printed after a digit from one to nine. So whatever is making all of this work to our fixed present point, it is happening because, now get this folks, of all of the rest of the possible combinations all happening someplace else, and you are now one with the one that is remaining or left, and this is what you call your PRESENT MOMENT. GEE, grasp this truth and you WILL be in the mother freaking sike ward where DOCK SCHORR wants to put me, I am quite sure, even at nice days on the beach!!! Speaking of the beach, I live near South Beach, but not in Miami, but about 100 miles to the north. Still, we have our share of goddesses that roam the local beaches right here in town, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Friday, September 26, 2014

ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00019

Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and the pool was full of red blood. She was dead. Then the captain gathered them all around the campfire to tell the story of Gemma the pool floater. In a way this resembles my life, and yes, I hate it, and no, there is nothing that I am seemingly able to do to ever stop it. But what if the campfire girls and the campfire story begins to change as the playing hands do each time, on the “Time Squared” episode of 'Star Trek, TNG'? What if a pink and purple lightbulb goes on suddenly, after an eternity of darkness and fear without limits, and running from a pitch dark bed to a desk containing a lamp that should go on but never does, and then, on it goes, but it is pink-purple in color? Is then when I can expect more lobby X-mas trees with singing angels, only instead of three years in the past, now out of nowhere, ten years in the future, here she is again, in a bedroom at 506 Robin Hill apartments, while I held a telephone in my hand, that was not connected and off hook; the old style landline desk top phones with wires and chords and stretchy chords, bulky and heavy, the whole nine yards; and now instead of being mid twentyish in age, she was half of that, and glaring at me from the corner of the room, as if Professor Pepperwinkle had somehow come into real life straight out of the old 1957 black and white Superman television show, with his telephone transporter invention. Only the great FBI, maybe, knows what the outcome was that day in the Orwell year. My memories of how it ended are blanker than a school blackboard in a world of no chalk. But my life journal was recording the event, everything was recording. Someone said just a short while ago, I cannot tell who this was; when I posted onto Youtube, my stuff, containing the illegal activity of 2-party only recording in the state I lived in and I was recording, this was the same as though no time passed between the illegal act on my part. This is legal mumbo jumbo, but I do indeed recognize its truth from watching law oriented television shows for a lot of years. The statute of limitations to my crime may have run out, but the second I posted to Youtube, the songs that contained illegally taped conversation from decades back into time, it is as if it was just recorded, and reinstates a brand new statute of time, whatever it is. This is when they told me to get all my junk off this stupid social media site, only I thought that I had, but three things are still up there under the account of philly57hockeysticks. This was the original stuff put up at my request, by the engineer at the Avalon Recording Studio of Port Saint Lucie, now closed; and was never removed. I thought all my video junk was down since these songs were all taken down on another account where they also were. These that are up there were done in their video production, by the great Youtube sensation, Deezy Slim, and my pal Darius Evans, from the Harvest, here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Still, taping my daughter's driving instructions and then using that as a sample sound for her to sing the harmony on my fish song in 2012, opened the new clock to begin on my felony of recording this illegally. Now if my enemies wanted me in prison more than dead, not that prison would not kill me; but one might think that they would come and arrest me on this perfectly valid charge. This all leaves me to wonder just what is really going on in this world, and just how gargantuan it all truly is. The feds don't take kindly to their laws being broken. I may have only been 29 years old, but that's no excuse.

WITH OR WITHOUT THE GAP EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, FOLKS, 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 THIS WILD ORGANIZATION, ALONG WITH ARTHUR HUNTINGTON, AND ROBERT MCGUIRE, AND PK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow, there was that second moon for a short while here at the great magical school, and now it went away, and the other moon is barely visible. It is hard to put these wild moons on any sort of cosmic schedule, so it seems, dear world. To be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and weird But this blog is about way more urgent business than this wild school by night, and where our food goes when the refrigerator light goes out. It is about everything and anything, and it is about the total injustice done to one MARK WAYNE MOHR. If this makes me sound like a big ass fucking cry-baby, well, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hahahahaaaaaaaaaa, and tears all over the place. I am not going to sit here and take shit that was done to me and still is being done to me, without screaming and fighting back, in the only legal way that I know how since Chris and Ed taught me to blog in OHM-6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, you want the most recent examples from just the past two days, fine and dandy, I'll give them to you. All morning long I suffered through loud fire alarms Thursday morning, one right after another. This was because their dirt ball stock market was mini crashing, and by persecuting me, they hope to halt or at least mitigate the downward spiraling. This is not new to this year or this decade folks, I have had to cunt chewing fart sniffing fucking ass contend with this hell around me now since AUGUST 15, 1986, and you all know this date real well and maybe even see it your dam ass sleep by frikkin' ass now, who knows, that's your bizz!!!!!!!!

SEPTEMBER 26, 2014, FRIDAY MORNING AT 2:41, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.

Now you know about yesterday morning, I will move on with Wednesday afternoon, and a telephone conversation with my insurance company handling my medical shit. It is not illegal to tell the conversation in Jersey and Florida, merely to actually record it. Yet this believe it or not, all fits in 100% to what i'll now be discussing with you. If you had told me in school, that adult life here in America would be like this for me, first I would have been extremely insulted, thinking you are playing a game with me and wasting my time or teasing me, expecting me to even take you seriously. Normally, this insurance company is quite nice to me, and I am not saying they were nasty, but I was being HANDLED, and I am not an animal or a retard who needs to be HANDLED. I had asked a perfectly legitimate question of a lady on the phone who was handling my case regarding my total dissatisfaction of my current primary-care-provider, Doctor Schorr of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. I told her that I was taking an anti-anxiety medication since July of 1983 that helped me handle and mange my horrific symptoms of some type of thyroid dysfunction where the gland grows and chokes off the air supply along with other nasty symptoms of not being able to swallow, a totally dry mouth, inability to function, weakness, waking up to totally dead extremities that are icy cold, and many others. I mentioned to this otherwise nice lady who I had been talking to for a few minutes, how it seemed to me to be ironic and almost unthinkable, I don't remember my exact words and taping is illegal and so I do not break the law, great Judge Judy and Judge Millios, but they were along the lines of here I am with major anxiety, taking meds for reducing this anxiety, and these doctors threaten to take it away from me ever since 2000 when my original prescribing doctor passed out of this veil of tears; and this is doing none other than worsening my anxiety. When I pressed her if I was the one who was nuts for seeing this as absurd irony, she eventually said to me, that I am asking her a loaded question, HER EXACT WORDS, and she would not respond. Mark the bad guy, asking loaded questions, let's put him in the fucking gallos and hang the monster bastard. Spell Checker won't help me with the proper spelling for a hanging arena from the olden days, so fuck them, I did what I could. Yes, as loaded question, whatever that really means. To me it means I can prove I am not only right and the industry is wrong, but that I am being mistreated and wrongfully abused, and a few other things, and I truly believe these peeps are trained in a school, before they begin these jobs of customer case manager agents or whatever they call themselves today; that when a client-patient says any6thing that goes against the (EMPIRE), THEY USE A MUCH LESS LOADED WORD I'M SURE, but they are trained to never respond, and just to say exactly what she said back to me or some reasonable facsimile thereof. We little victimized innocents cannot be right, that's against all of the new world order laws, so when we have indisputable arguments, they just block us out with stupid fucking statements like I am asking loaded questions. You know it was not long ago, maybe 5 decades give or take, back in southern areas, when blacks were treated in these very same manners, just for being mother fuckiGN black, and what recourse did they have, until someone eventually said, ENOUGH, and folks began banding together, and sticking up for their civil rights, even on pain of fuckiGN death and lynchings and cross burnings, but eventually, the great Mister Marty King, fixed shit for a lot of fine black folks in this country. Too bad this poor old little 10% black man, cannot get any help from a single fuckiGN soul. This to me proves that the lightbulb never ever went on back 4 decades ago in Oaklyn, in that bedroom apartment in the dark of night. I died. I went to fuckiGN HELL, and brother and sister, HERE I AM, unable to age, unable to die, oh I can age and die, and all of that, but it is all just a lot of illusions here on Avenue B, not delusions on Avenue Q, sweetie Linda.

My life when all is said and done, is like Youtube and trying to get my videos looked at by a single soul. Not one person ever went up and looked and listened to one thing that I ever did. Not one. Don't tell me it cannot be blocked if the press is against you and the world owners and the media in general, and so on. In reverse, this is why some of the stuff goes “viral” to use their silly twisted diseased terminology. It just means they push it from the minute it hits their start-page, instead of having it leap from their start-page straight into a dead-zone-file. I know how real this all is. And it is all the very same thing with this shit when I try to do anything at all. It is programmed in this Kaku Hologram Simulation or KHS for short, to just not be permitted to ever go anywhere other than from a cosmic START-PAGE to the instant TRASH-PILE-PAGE! You all know I had a perfectly good argument about my anxiety, and yet oh, I am asking a ''loaded question'', PAM BONDI. Well, it seems Mizz Bondi was behind a lot of my woes to start with, so I will not be using her website or talking her up any longer. She is in on the stopping of my getting my necessary medication, and is even on television recently, cleverly indirectly bragging about it. So I am making an appointment with the Mayo clinic and they are going to cut out my thyroid gland if need be, unless they cam treat this 1983 condition. A lot of things are really funny, not ha ha funny, but 'sheeee' funny. This society wants me to be isolated and away from women even more than men. Once I'm off the ativan, my sex drive will triple, and I'll be out on the hunt again. So in more ways than one, they are all going to be a lot of fuckiGN cunt lapping sorry ass jerk offs out there.
MOON SET AGAIN FOR ONE, AND DIM-MOON FOR THE OTHER ONE. DON'T GET ALL JEALOUS NOW, GAWKY GAUKAUK!

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

HELP

Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle

Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.

I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????

Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.

END TRANSMISSION-----------------------------------------4 now, whatever now is!!!!

GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN

All blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on these blogs.

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NOW THESE TWO DAYS OF BLOGS ARE WHAT LED UP TO THE FOLLOWING SATURDAY WHERE MY LIFE WAS WRECKED AGAIN, BY THESE TRASH HERE IN PUBLIC HOUSING, ON TOP OF ALL MY OTHER MEDICAL MOTHER FUCKING WOES AND STRIFES. SEE WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DON'T GET OFF THEIR ALIEN-UFO FUCKING SHIT, JUST LIKE JESSUP'S FUCKING MURDER, AND JUST LIKE THESE BLOGS, AND JUST LIKE AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR AS TOLD BY THAT GREAT 1988 WPIX-TV NEW YORK, NEW YORK, DOCUMENTARY. YOU CAN'T WIN. THOSE IN CONTROL KNOW AND HAVE KNOWN A VERY LONG TIME, ABOUT WHAT WE MAY JOKINGLY CALL AS THE TALLESS-4 RACE OF MIND CONTROLLERS OF THE STAR TREK INVENTORS WAY BACK EARLY IN 1966.

THIS BRINGS BACK A POWERFUL SUPPRESSED MEMORY OF SOME DUDES ASKING ME TO TELL THEM MORE. RIGHT, SURE, MORE? ARE YOU THERE TO HELP ME WHEN FIVE NEW BOTTOMS ALL FALL OUT UNDERNEATH ME? WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU'VE GOT MY FUCKIGN CUNT EATING BACK, THEN I'LL TELL IT ALL, NOT ONE MINUTE UNTIL, YO!!!!!!!

JUST THESE FEW WORDS 60 HOURS OR SO BEFORE ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME, AND I ALMOST GOT TURNED INSIDE OUT AND UPSIDE DOWN, NON DIANA ROSS STYLE. GET IT YET, PEOPLE OUT HERE??????????????????

THIS WAS CHAPTER 00032-A, AS B DOUBLES AS ANOTHER TITLE ON MY OFFICE DOCUMENT SYSTEM. THIS IS THE BLOG-BOOK TITLED, ICPISTMCMM, (I CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME), AND I CAN, AND THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now this paste part is over. I will post the weather and date page as soon as I re-post last night's blog, so anyone that missed it can see it on one blog and not need to click side margins to get most recent posting information.

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

ICPISTMCMM

CHAPTER 00031

Well kind people, this was another real bad day. If I were in a correctional facility, these are the types of days I could expect all of the time, and I would be deserving of them. But I never broke any law above misdemeanor traffic offenses as a younger person, and nothing since my fifties at all. Yet the response that life, whatever that really is, Professor M. Kaku of NYU, sir; hands me, for keeping my hands squeaky clean and never bothering a soul, or taking what does not belong to me and only me, and on I could go with this; goes beyond horrendous and monstrous, and is even beyond anyone's conception of a maxed totally out inconceivable and unfathomable. No words could do juctice, to my lack of juctice in this life of pure emmereffing hell, 24-7-365.2422 for 60 years, without a break, or a let up, other than the three port in the storm years that gave me tiny little breaks, while all the while, cleverly setting me up, all three of those times, for what was to follow, and that was some shit that was not pretty, I assure you. Grown sailor men would lose their lunch on my life, and I assure you that several folks have already lost some of their sanity over just small parts of it, such as my Saint Barnabas Crisis Counselor in Cherry Hill, Kieth, coworker at Roadway Joe Paget, and I promise you, the list goes only onward and onward. If someone could show me a number that stretches to no end, I would say they found the number rather than the symbol for infinity. Well in like manner, if someone could prove to me that anyone else on this planet ever, could survive what I have had to take for sixty years and remain at least somewhat sociologically functional; I would stop believing in my deepest heart, that I have gone into a condition that bible scholars call, ''HELL'', decades ago. I want very much to be proven wrong. No one is able to, and they try it, convinced that they can do this, and then do one of two things, literally go off their nut, or get angry and dangerously aggressive and hostile with me because I have taken them beyond their birth created maxed out mental programming of the natural world order of the possibilities scales.

This blog is not going to be one of Terry Egghead Jerseyharbor's favorites, but that's just too bad. It will indeed scatter-brain all around, but I do indeed have a method to my madness, and you'll need to trust me on this. Otherwise, click onto other blogs, like Mary-Kay and her home made berry ice cream recipes, or the Blogs of three wild seamen, or you might even try the Blogs of Satan Worshiper Jack Jackson Junior of Mississippi. But staying here will do one thing that none of these others can do for you. They can prove to you that you will never ever die the way you now feel and think you know anything about the mysterious of the life and death reality, and obn top of all that, you will see a few things in a newer light, again, of you stay open minded, and don't do a Warren Grove, New Jersey summer of 1997 Dave Roth on me, when I get pretty far out there, and believe me people, I will be getting out there. You see, I don't know how much time that I have left, and I must complete the parts of Morianity, that will at least serve to allow others to take my place, hopefully someday down the road, and finish it to its natural conclusion, and any dummy in the world, can see that the god of the Jewish Bible is real, and lives a life not that far away from the lives we all live, but in a totally upline reality, just as I told you all boldly about, nine years ago when all these blogs began. You all know her full name when pronounced by waking world English speaking tongues, SSJKK, and you all know, I claim all of this to be 100% non-fictional, the entire blogs of the past nine years, the BOM, or whatever, old friend Congressman Andrews from 1975-1980!

First, Mark Wayne Mohr will not celebrate, but rather mourn, his 60^th fucking birthday two months from tomorrow, Saturday, on 12-04. 1954-2014 is 60 years, like DUH. This is the most front set part of the real me, or my active memories. As it fades into small childhood and baby-hood, and then to the first weeks of my life as the me that I am, it used to be totally black and empty, a tiny memory here and there. Now all the stuff at age four and back month after month in reverse, this entire memory is clearer than the past week, well, not this past week, as this past week has been hell on fucking Earth for me, from last Saturday through this middle late Friday evening. I have a clear memory of the day I was born and the snow falling outside of the hospital window, in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. Nobody ever told me it was snowing on my date of birth, this was not some planted idea-memory. But you know people, I watch all of you in your tons of desire to know powerful truths yet you stay dumb as a pile of cum. Even planted memories, merely come from parallel universes, as do dream memories, and there is so much more, way to complicated for me to start tackling with you all today. This is why Goddess made new days for me to get all GABBY about! That little squib a couple days back was anything but a joke. It is the way it all works, and is called PHASE-4. My blogs spoke of this once, and I hope to get back to this again, but when my life is being literally snuffed out by total pigs who should be taken out and shot slowly to death and left to be eaten by wild animals in the woods; this leaves me to need to alter my plans and rearrange shit around just a little bit. Any logician obviously sees my mindset here, and would agree with me.

Now I wanted to create the GAWNUM as an APP for these new phone-computers, but King Entertainment and other thieves beat me to the punch, despite my having something that doubles as a fun game if that is all most wish to use the program for, but for those who want to take the JACKSON ADVICE of 35 years ago, and “GET SERIOUS”; that can also be done with GAWNUM, and the sky is the limit, with the top program, and a 5 terra-bite computer, or in that neighborhood. I told you all that I was informed by a powerful source of mine up in the great Poolroy-City of 13-600, that this system was used to kill Mister Terrorist BL, by the NSA, who of course would deny this whole heartedly and take all of the glory and credit for themselves. Still, if I was a go getter and a self started, and I was just not born that way, so sorry lovely wild Lady Gaga, but that's just the reality of things, but if I was; King Entertainment's rip off would not stop me from getting my APP out onto the global market, as my shit is real, and is major, and the world would fall in love with it as soon as it caught on. I would be the next billionaire and I already fully know it. But that's not to be, and I also totally know THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I used the GAWNUM just a short while ago after the explosion outside my door here at 601 Avenue B, Unit #607, here in Fort Pierce, Florida around quarter shy of seven give or take some minutes, with my ex-cleaning lady who will be paid her fifty smacks tomorrow when I go out to the bank and get her cash, and then I am forever done with this monster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes the fucking cunt lapping world famous (`~HACK) Bob FCC McDowell, at seven past ten this Friday asshole evening, old buddy, and kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fucking hacking is beginning, and I know my rotten miserable daughter, MC, is behind this horror, and has been since I bought that garbage 2008 stuff from her, and loaded it into my computer back then, not this computer, but she and her friends can pull off anything they want, and anyone who cannot see this, pure and simply said and put, is a total ignorant wad of pure shit for brains, cubed!!!!

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A MOTHER FUCKING MORON CHILD CAN SEE THAT WHORE JANE FONDA BITCH JUST GOT ME WITH HER PAGE FUCKING ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO I WAS FORCED TO FUCKING COMPENSATE.

Maybe you can see, kind folks; I AM HAVING A PWETTY FUCKED UP WOTTEN DAY, BRO!!!!!!!!!

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So what did I ask the GAWNUM, and what answer did I get back from an all wise Astral-Plane Panther????????????????????????

I asked shy I am under this fucking hell for a solid week now, from Saturday last right through this Friday present? His response was PCN-761.

My match-list of items for PCN-761, are as follows, ladies and gentlemen:

ECLIPSE, SHARKEY, SOMEDAY WILL MARRY, NOTHING, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY, THROAT SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL.

The word, 'narrty' is Astral Plane Olympian Province translation to waking world English language to the word of 'marry'. Forgive me for using it accidentally on a near-previous blog. 'M' and 'N', as in cigarettes and Sarah Karge, and her cigar flicking on Tennessee Avenue in 1997, or when I was dreaming that it was summer time in July of 1997 actually; but these are interchangeable OP Astral Plane letters and pronunciations. When the 'N' is used instead of the 'M' however, a 'T' needs to precede the letter 'Y'. But I am not here to give a lot of speech information on this blog after this kind of a monster ass day. But indeed, powerful reasons exist, when I was dreaming it was July 11, 1997, before waking up on the twelfth, and seeing Viqueen-Mini-Great Elly, on the Black Horse Pike in the Blenheim, New Jersey vicinity; for all of these things to have been recently blogged, such as the words marry and narrty being equal sounds, Astrally, such as Trick or treat being pronounced as Tricky-teet-teet, and the number seventeen, is sevteenteen. I do not know why while awake, as I do when I am completely dead and on the Astral-plane, and even if I did, why would I tell. All I ever manage to do is to dig myself deeper and fuckiGN deeper holes that I then need to try getting out of, while those very words echo so loudly inside my brain, simultaneously, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I was abducted without my consent onto this plane many times, once meeting THAT FAMILY in the summer of 1970, in powerful dreaming interactions in the hyperspace, while staying at the 'pervo's house on Cornball Avenue', in the town just to south of Atlantic City, New Jersey, called, Ventnor.

Those out here in Cyber-Village, who do know about the GAWNUM, standing for of course, Gawky Gaukauk's Numerology; may have messed with it and seen how it works in their own lives, and had some real mind blowing experiences. A few may think, it has to be garbage because get what is not compatible, the word MOTHER and the word FATHER? Well, let me remind you, there are complexities beyond your simple knowledge of this. First, there are branchcodes, and second, there are more than 2-compat-coding equations. Of course mother and father are not compatible. What a mother and father does to become those things, is to bring into the world, a dreaming entity, in flesh form, known as a baby. If you get the PCN of mother and the PCN of father, no it is not compatible, as why would they be, of its own standing. But plug baby into the mix, and it is a powerful compatible equation. You can indeed use three and four items to be compared for compatibility study, and the same rule applies to the added total. At least one digit on all lines must be in the total or the PCNT. So 642+671 is the quintessential fooler, for those that think they understand the science of the GAWNUM, and might even make a Munster Mockingbird out of those who play with a little knowledge. Mother and father added up, oh boy, it is 1313, as in Munster Mockingbird Lane, and no, not compatible. But throw in the word 'BABY' or add PCN-431 to the 642 and the 671, and now the PCNT=1544, with numbers above the PCNT being hit all over the place like zaps of static charge when taking a wool blanket in the cold dry north winters, and rub it over your hair if it is long. You'll see LIGHTNING SHOOT OUT OF YOUR HAND in gorgeous colors, and hear little snap sounds. Multiply this millions of times, and you would be getting struck by lovely lightning, only you would not know it, as you would be standing in front of this beautiful blond girl, eighteen years old endlessly, named Diana Arteemis. She is a very wonderful sweet Goddess. But not to get me off onto that tangent or i'll totally forget my point; yes, a lot of the numbers are hit many times, and the same rule exists, at least one from each line, in this case three lines, must be in the PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBER TOTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well despite this hellish week, I have averaged 2.3 units on five days of one game play. One day I was blessed like heaven manna with green roulette numbers on the two higher of the 5-staged bets. One day I quit a few bucks down and played it safe, so that was my average, even with the vig of the game house left inside, which was removed when this began as a simple luck testing method. I know how much the fucking fart sniffing WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE loves hearing this shit, WHAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have taken a lot of enemies discussed on these blogs, and asked many things, not with cards and dice to get random conversion numerations, but by seeing if sentence breaks are compatible, one to another, such as the one told about in the recent blog where I learned that my pills were taken, but it was more ESS involved, and not just someone deciding on a whim to do this evil thing to me, and then deny it so viciously and treat me like I was the horrible fuckiGN jerk off this early evening. This type of fuckiGN shit has gone on since I was god dam knee high to a small dam kitten, this didn't fucking start three months ago while crossing over Grant Avenue from I-95, lovely daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Give me a break, this last week, I asked why it all went down with the pills being robbed out of my apartment, and the whole fuckiGN cunt eating nine yards. Look again at those PCN answers from the magical kitty cat from Province Olympia, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

just look at the magical Timeless Satellite calendars, old phone taper buddy from 1973 after I was in computer school, and out of Emmylouville of Endless Laughs from the Morons Club of Haddonfield, and the child pervo's as well. My kid is annoying me to death, Pam Bondi, and your running anti-mate, if you are out there ever. He is going loudly back and forth on an illegally piped motorcycle, down Seventh Street here in town, right past my window at after eleven fucking cunt of the clock, and this is illegal crime gang activity, Sheriff Mascara, oh great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes let me repeat those powerful items that are part of why I am going through this past week of fuckiGN pussy chewing hypertime hell, YO BRO!

ECLIPSE, SHARKEY, SOMEDAY WILL MARRY, NOTHING, IS VIQUEEN JEWELLY, THROAT SPECIALIST, SINGING CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL.

MY DAM ASS COMPUTER HACKING IS BEGINNING TO GET REAL BAD; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. IT SEEMS MY DAM LOUSY DAUGHTER AND HER ROTTEN RIAA FRIENDS, AREN'T AFRAID OF YOU, OR ANYBODY, WHY NOT SHOW THEM THEY DON'T TOTALLY RULE AS MUCH AS THEY THINK THEY DO, YO, OLD PAL???????? THESE SLIME BALLS JUST REMOVED AND HACKED OFF A WORD, AND I MANAGED TO RESTORE IT ONTO THE DOCUMENT. THEY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TEASE ME AND LIVE IN FANTASY LAND WITH THEIR GARBAGE ENTERTAINMENT SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UPDATED TO MOST CURRENT:

OCTOBER 4, 2014,

SATURDAY LATE MORNING, AT 10:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.

DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGE SO FAR: (H-/L-)

HUMIDITY IS 84%, FEELING A HOTASS 89.

PLEASE DO NOT BE SHOCKED WHEN HUGE FUCKING METEORS STRIKE THIS EARTH, AS MAGGIE WILL EVENTUALLY FUCKING KICK IN FOR ME, I PROMISE YOU ALL THIS MUCH!!!

WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU ARE SO FUCKING TWISTED AND SCREWED UP, IT WOULD TAKE TEN FUCKING HITLER'S TO EQUAL YOUR ILLNESS, AND YOUR ENDLESS CRUELITY, MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF SCUM BAG TRASH ASS DIRT BALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WATCHED ALL THIS GO DOWN, THINKING IT WAS ALL ABOUT ME, AFTER 08/15/1986, AND A LOT OF IT WAS USED ON AND AGAINST ME, AND MANY LIKE ME. BUT THIS WAS NOT THE WHOLE COMPLETE PICTURE BY ANY STRETCH OF THE TRUTH. THESE DEMONS IN BODIES WERE SLOWLY WAITING TO FUCKIGN CUNT CARRY OUT ALL THESE THINGS THAT I SAW ALL BEGIN, ON THAT FATEFUL UGLY FUCKIGN DATE AS SHOWN ABOVE. IT WASN'T BECAUSE OF ANYTHING THAT WENT DOWN TWO WEEKS EARLIER IN NYC FOLKS, I PROMISE. THEY MERELY USED ALL OF FUCKIGN THIS, AS THE ULTIMATE FIGHTER JET PHILOSOPHY KNOWN ALSO AS THE TOM CRUISE TOP GUN (WHAT'S MY EXCUSE) SYNDROME (OR THE WMES).

Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They don't want people like me with girlfriends, or anyone, for that matter. I tried to call Mikey down in fuckiGN cunt Lauderdale, and they jimmied up the phone again; to where I hear him and someone else talking and they cannot hear me, just like before with him a couple months back, and also just like back early in the winter time in 1980 when I lived in that Mantua, New Jersey house before moving the first of three times into the Robin Hill Apartments, and called my night boss at the recording studio, RPL, and heard his wife and her girlfriend, but they could not hear me. These fucking demons from hell want me 100% isolated, no friends, no nothing. Then on top of that, only enemies all over the fuckiGN place to deal fuckiGN with. As I said earlier in this blog, if THIS IS NOT HELL, THEN SOMEONE HAS DONE AN EXPERT JOB MAKING THIS SIMULATION, Professor Kaku-NYU, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, DESTROY THESE ENEMIES AND THEIR LOVED ONES, OR YOU WILL BE DESTROYED AND THAT'S A PROMISE, MMMMMMMMMMM, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!! THIS AIN'T NO WAKE UP BUMP SONG, MEDIA PRESS, THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL FUCKING WAKE UP WARNING, FROM KING TECHNO-POOP, old shoes and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes we can catch more flies with sugar than we can with fucking ass vinegar. This is how I managed to keep my measly food and medical bennies late last year, as some of my viewers just might fucking ass remember, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I then cleverly fed her lots of subtle but unmissable compliments, and she began to respond, and I got exactly what I needed. I do not believe in using these so called ''The-Mentalist-TV'' Patrick Jane abilities, not normally. But I am so down and fucking out, that I had, as Barnabas Collins said to that gorgeous young blond girl in the late nineteen-sixties, ''NO CHOICE''. He said to her that she left him no choice but to do a Roseann Delaney on her and bite her throat out, so she'd need an Enzemeter to sing real well after that day, if she lived, I guess, Mike McNulty; even if she shared another PP and my favorite color; right Annsaga King Songwriter of Atlantic City and Hammonton??????? WOW has Jane Fucking Whore been striking me continually without mercy, lads and lassies, and I will someday promise to piss right on her miserable mother fuckiGN grave, more than once!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MORE MAJOR MOUSE AND GENERAL COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY WHACK JOB KID, OLD BUDDY, BOBBY. I KNOW IT IS HER. I USED TI THGINK IT WAS MAYBE HER, BUT THAT FUCKIGN SHIT ON THE FUCKIGN NEWS A COUPLE NIGHTS BACK, WAS MORE THAN TECHNO-POPPED ROAD LIFE SAVING STRIPS, THAT TOLD ME ALL I NEEDED TO FUCKIGN CUNT HEAR, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!

TODAY WAS SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR, ANOTHER WORST ONE EVER.

Here goes that dirt bag on the loud bike, FPPD here in paradise laugh-laugh fucking Florida!

BETWEEN HALF PAST FIVE AND CLOSE TO SIX SOMEWHERE, MY CLEANING LADY CAME UP TO BALL ME OUT FOR ACCUSING HER OF TAKING MY PILLS, AND NOT PAYING HER TODAY AS PROMISED. SHE DOUBTS MY WORD THAT I WILL PAY HER OVER THE WEEKEND. SHE HANDED ME A LONG SONG AND DANCE ABOUT HOW TRUSTWORTHY SHE IS AND GOES INTO APARTMENTS WHERE NEARLY A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN CASH IS, AND EVERYONE TRUSTS HER, AND ON AND ON WITH THIS SORT OF MALARKEY. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, AND HOW SHE CAN STRAIGHT FACE LIE TO ME AND TURN IT AROUND AND MAKE ME THE HEAVY, AS I KNEW SHE WOULD, AS LIFE ALWAYS WORKS THIS WAY, BUT HOW PEOPLE CAN DO THIS, PROVES TO ME, THE ESS IS REAL, AND THE ESS IS DOING THIS TO ME. MAYBE ONE HER DOPPELGANGERS GOT IN HER TO MAKE HER DO THIS, AND WON'T EVEN LET HER REMEMBER. MAYBE I REALLY DID HIT AND SPIT ON THAT QUAKERTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA SCHOOL BUS, AS THOSE MANY FELLOW STUDENTS ALL CLAIMED THAT I DID, IF THIS IS ALL TRUE, THIS IS INDEED WHY THE NSA IS KEEPING A SUPER TIGHT LID ON WHAT YOU ALL SEE AS THE ALIEN-UFO SITUATION. AS I TYPE THIS, A GIGANTIC RAINBOW IS SITTING RIGHT OFF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN, TO THE RIGHT OF MY FRONT WINDOWS THAT FACE NORTH AT TWENTY PAST SIX THIS EVENING. THANK YOU JEHOVAH FOR LETTING ME KNOW YOU CARE AND ARE WATCHING OVER ME, BROWN EYES! I KNOW YOU WON'T LET THIS GET TOO MUCH WORSE, AND WILL END MY LIFE IN THIS HELL SOON, HOPEFULLY, AS I CANNOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS, TEEN QUEEN ALMIGHTY GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, MY LONG HAIRED LOVE.

There is no time to blog right now, things must be taken care of, so I put this little tweety-bird-blog up. A friend from a while back knows a place where I can purchase a large supply of quick death poison. This is my only way out, and all my murderers stand accused on these nine years of the Blogs Of Mountainpen. A few rumbles of thunder are also around. IWALU SSJKK, punish and destroy me all you want to, I LOVE YOU!

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Slow but sure, like the tortoise over the hair!

The Magic Moons Charter School, of Port Saint Lucie, Florida; and Morianity; are a little bit like a song I wrote and copyrighted in early 1988 from my small Moorestown, New Jersey home, owned by Mister Jim Wilson. WE ARE HERE. I don't have to state this as fact, and I don't have to prove any of this to a soul. My time capsule at least until the world goes 100 percent kaplooey; is the great and powerful (GAP) Copyright Office, up in Washington, District of Columbia. Since it is daytime right now, who gives a shit, huh Cuzz?

Johnny Fucker Faster, WOW you could tell that one so good, old FCC buddy, back in 1972 in Dan Mackey's friggin' class. WEEEEEEEEEE! I will bet you remember lovely blond Amy. Speaking of RIAA as we both know she became one of their biggest deals in a decade or less; did you hear the news item, my old FCC buddy and Chairman; that stated when you go to many recording artist websites, you will find yourself major hacked afterward? This made the news a day or so ago, locally here in South Central Eastern Florida, and brought back some pretty wow-powerful memories of OHM-8. Is this being done by the hacker crazy's, or are these nut case artists doing it? You see, Bob, what bugs the hell out of me, right here and right now in present time of October of OHM-FOURTEEN, is that I say things that are real, and I am just a pile of shit. If I had any clout at all, my shit would not be ignored, except for the WOMO'S. They of course, sir, know I am for real, and are causing a lot of this to begin with. Just thought I'd bring you this tid bit little newsworthy item for you to 'gnaw on', to quote my late mom from the past century. Boy aren't we old as shit, past centuries, decades ago for most things we think and talk about, like fucking WOW, YO! Anyway, if you're getting my message, old buddy, you can call me Johnny Slower now, and I would really appreciate it if you looked into this thing, as I don't think it is fair for me to have to suffer in silence. I must be real dam careful with this next thing, but go ahead, if you know my history since my daughter was ten or so. Have someone drive or fly by my place within a week or so. See the house next to the building, towards US Highway 1? If I don't shut up, I can be next. This is real hell, being scared to death of my kid, along with so many other life hassles, but then, were all of them generated all this time, by my own wonderful loins? I will always love this great goddess!

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WELL, I HAD TO STOP TO TAKE A BIG ASS SHIT KIND FOLKS, AND I AM BACK NOW, AND PRETTY MUCH READY TO POST THIS CRAP UP. YOU KNOW, THE SHIT GOES DOWN, AND CRAP POSTS UP, AND SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE, AS JUDGE JUDY WOULD SAY ON TV, IS AT LEAST SOME KIND OF TRUTH. PLEASE PEOPLE, JUST DON'T ASK ME WHERE. I HAVE A TAPE OF MY KID SAYING, 'I KNOW' AT AGE 2, AND THEN ONE OF HER IN HER LATE TEENS SAYING, 'I DON'T KNOW'. HOPEFULLY SHE CAN MAKE UP HER GLORIOUS MIND SOMEDAY, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

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