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August 21, 2010

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #0016

WORLD LABORATORIES SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:

C0016-082110.505, SUBTITILED, “THE WEEK OF SHIT SIEGE”

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Well peeps, 4 a solid mother fucking diseased week now, I HAVE ENDURED AND SUFFERED THROUGH A MONSTROUS HORIFFIC DEATH FUCKING SIEGE NOW, AND WHEN DID IT FUCKING START, AUGUST THE 15^TH, OR THE “REAL GOOD GIRL” day on Anniversary #24. It was totally expected and as Houdini forgot 2 do on one fatal occasion, I had my stomach muscles all maxed out and tensed up so I could B braced 4 this despicable human rights violating attack on the part of this miserable shit eating OTAMM and the MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chemtrails have been an every day occurrence, planes and choppers R also all around, they R there when I get out of my car B it at home, or any other place I may drive 2 that is away from, my freaking home, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another memory fuck up on my part also happened, it was not back last Saturday, but the following day when I did not initially go 2 the music store, but went back 2 exchange a defective unit 4 another after not being able all morning 2 reach them on the telephone, and 4 a very good mother fucking reason, YO, they have no hours on freaking ass Sunday’s. As I approached so much as the general area, the same chopper that fucks with me and has fucked with me now since the days of ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’, began stalking and messing with me, 2 intimidate me. I have rights under the law, and can go and do any legal thing I wish 2 do, and if they ever push shit 2 far, it is they that go 2 fucking prison, not fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have an angry goddess that needs 2B appeased, and I must obey (H-E-R) OR ELSE. I do not need the HIGHEST ENERGY RELEASES of HER 2B aimed against me. She wants that song of apology, and this is what SHE is gonna mother freaking get, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of a week of aerial hell nightmare death siege around me,was also the worst health attack of my life on Wednesday night, making me turn my bathroom into my bedroom, bit in addition 2 air and bowel attacks on me, the job-attack was very extremely awful as fucking ass well, peeps, YO. I am wheezing and coughing my lungs out of my skull. The rest of this blog was all hacked out of existence, YO!

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0015

August 18, 2010

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

SAFE JOURNAL BLOG CHAPTER 0015

WORLD LABS-SBT-DATFILE: C0015-081810.561.55555

SUBTITLED: ‘U WANNA ALL DIE, FINE, YOU’LL DIE’

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

(Magnetics) as I call them, and David Roth and I used 2 refer 2 this nightmare shituation during debates and discussions, R just about as bad as they can mother fucking get 4 me right now, the fucking persecution is off of the scale and off of the fucking wall as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This morning was a nightmare, the skies suddenly filled up with chemfuckingtrails right over my exact area of where I both work and reside down the street, and then came powerful mother fucking military and MILITUFORCE choppers. It came out of the fucking blue, sky-literally, and went away basically in like manner all within just a couple of fucking hours, still some light bull shit trails R persisting 2 fuck up the sky and the health of many residents here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, as of the time I am writing this, my post up time I am guessing 2B based on a guessing on my part that this will B a 2 hour blog, will B around a quarter shy of fucking 4 or maybe right around 4 of the fucking clock. Aerial siege has been real fucking bad ever since WHAT FUCKING ELSE, YO, but the sucking anniversary date of my copyrighting the mother fucking song that I had written in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, in August on the 15^th fucking day, back in mother fucking 1986, titled, “REAL GOOD GIRL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is really getting old and major mother fucking annoying now at the speed of mother fucking light quint-cubed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is a major haul-ass speed, dudes and duddesses, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going 2 really tell U all some shit today, whoever the fuck is out here and eventually, somebody will B, and it will B “THE PRECISE” somebody, that indeed ‘needs’ 2B, as I just cannot buy into the fucking bullshit that all of this is random and that no powerful evil intelligence is behind this, and this very shit is what is gonna begin today’s mother fucking cunt swallowing topic, BRO!!!!!! None of U out here have the smallest clue of the powerful fucking shit that I am now gonna say and reveal, if U do not want 2 hear a major fucking horror tale of woe, then GET THE FUCK OFF OF THIS FUCKING ASS BLOG AT C-SQUARED, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do yourselves a big ass favor, YO.

B4I get into this topic that truly if anything does or can, entertain Commander Jordy Trek’s concept of hell, let me say that I have a message 4 the freaking Fort Pierce Police Department, and that is this, YO!!!!!!! Whenever an extra major music attack from powerful fucking illegal thumping car stereos go up and down my house and just blare their shit at deafening and house shaking levels, literally, 2 where they R injuring your ear in your private residence ILLEGALLY, and yes I’ll gladly file criminal charges if U want me fucking 2 there blue-boys, but when the shit begins at NIGHT, which in the case of this hell today, it did start last night and went on all throughout the fucking night, FPPD, in total violation of civil peace while U dudes obviously were busy chowing down your coffee and donuts on Route 1’ DD, I can always TOTALLY KNOW THE NEXT DAY IS GONNA CONTAIN MAJOR HYPER FUCKING TIME AIR SIEGE AND SKY SIEGE, JUST AS THE FUCK IT DID, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DOW will B up and up AND UP AND UP AND UP ENDLESSLY, AS LONG AS THIS DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING SHIT HAS ME 2 FUCKING ENDLESSLY PICK THE FUCKING JESUS CHRIST ON 4 A QUARTER FUCKING CENTURY NOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aerial shit this bad and this long normally brings me fucking PUSSY COMMAND OUT THE FUCKING YING-YANG, and somehow upon occasion, the normal circuitry of this major powerful PARALLEL-EVENT, short fucking circuits and fucks the shit up, as it has now since back on last mother fucking diseased weekend. As long as these cock sucking muff diving trash licking pieces of total fucking dog shit can continue 2 pull this nasty ass magnetic-problem of short circuiting what otherwise would B an off the fucking scale pussy attack all over me 2 the point of total annoyance, I AM ALL THEIRS, AND TOTAL DEAD MEAT AS WELL, AND ALL AT THE VERY FUCKING SAME TIME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, “THEY” CANNOT pull that or any other shit off forever, this is a major and total constant of this nightmare that I’d need B a total fucking retard 22 come 2 realize and recognize this fucking shit after nearly a quarter fucking century of this nightmare hell now, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So sooner or mother sucking pucking later, things will happen, and I plan 2 make OTAMMSCUM and the MILI-2-FORCE bastards wish THAT THEY HAD NEVER FUCKED WITH ME THIS FUCKING ASS AUGUST, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone and everything has a fucking day of reckoning, and so DO THEY, BRO!!!!!! U will ALL B VERY MOTHER FUCKING SORRY, WHEN I AM SOON MARRIED 2 SOME MOTHER FUCKING BEAUTY QUEEN, AND YOUR DAMN ASS DOW JONES CROOKED MARKJET CRASHES FOREVER AND FOR FUCKING EVER, YA’ BLOW-COCK SUCKING FILTH SWALLOWING SHIT HEADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U bet I’m fucking angry, this shit ass persecution and non ass ending harassment day in and day out 4 a fourth of a fucking century would B more than sufficient 2 “get on anybody’s last fucking nerve”, as the mighty Dawn-Marie King would put it, and I fucking quote the no good fat slob worthless bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, this kind of major shit being done 2 me, has only one up side, the ability 2 literally become a total pussy-magnet, that is when the normal shit is not being totally short circuited. Most things such as connections with random things, klutz-outs, Miss shit-bitch clock-ones continuous attacks, death angel attacks of hearing that rotten bastard buzzing in one ear over and over at frequencies so fucking high U wanna literally curse and scream out fucking loud, and I could go literally on and on and on. B4I tell the major shit 4 today, once and 4 all, let me take care of some real important mother fucking bizz, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Magnetic Sound Machine (MAGNESONIC), U belong only 2 me, and can B accessed only through my 6^th dimensional voice print, read my ‘mind’ right now, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Computer, even though a more conventional computer is in use, UR still being directly accessed via metaphysical connective ness. Open command on General Order (GO) #7. Use G-1133, G-901, G-917, and G-189, under Special Order or CODED-GENERAL-ORDER QQWTKEGJHS293487586738945754. GO-TO–CG-18, CG-39, CG-2, and CG-5555. Max out your anti-hack now, your gain is also maxed out at 11.8 infinity position, all controls, I&D, anti-hack, and other functions now R also maxed out against your maxed out gain power. A totally singed and crushed and wiped out and obliterated destroyed annihilated wrecked and ruined image object, is on your TRANSPOWER BLOCK. CRANK UP YOUR FUCKING ANTIHACK 2 max out level 11.5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do not let this counterpart Earthly computer fuck up, I COMMAND U. Scan using General Order 13 and GO-14 as well, YO. Scanning both time and all of hyperspace now, U will find all enemies and entities and peeps of any type, that R responsible in any way or shape or form, 4 making my pathetic miserable nightmare hellish life a non ending fucking nightmare super hot hellfire!!!!!!!!!!! Using a Punishment Sequencing system, U will hear the needed A/B empowerment tones usually made on Earthly touch tone landline telephones, through my 6^th dimensional connections or my MIND, and on an I-TO-D, A/B, TONE, phasing PUNSIHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, empower this crushed and totally wiped out destroyed image-object 2 a full power maximum, hearing my voice print tones now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The A-tone is this: EEEEEEEE. The B-tone is this: EEEEEEEEEEEE. GO-13, GO-14, GO-189 under CG-18, AND—–s-t-o-p////[]///]]///[/[[[0000.

Watch some huge shit happen now folks, HURRICANES, NATURAL, STORMS AND FLOODS, WILDFIRES, AND ALL MANNER OF NATURAL DISASTERS, EARTHQUAKES, VOLCANOS, AND SO ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 the tale that might just knock some socks right off, let alone some shoes, old ones, new ones, good ones, smelly ones, athletic ones, or nuclear ones, huh Albright and Callio of 1970, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is the year 1983, and we will forget that I have any past whatsoever B4 this year of total shit and hell. I was a lot like other peeps then, especially in the human shared great fear of extinction. I got very sick one night, I had been poisoned by enemies in the future that I had not even become aware of. This poisoning was fatal, and I died from it, and refused 2 die. Let me say that again just 4 fucking effect. I died from being poisoned, but I refused 2 die. Instead of dying and spending eternity in hell as Jim Burr said I would without accepting Jesus Christ as my fucking savior, I fixed it so that I could remain alive in the world here, and bring the eternal hell back here with me, including the flying machines from hell, the flying bugs, the shadow monster scum bags that chased me around throughout eternity B4I was born as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr and began remembering the nightmares. This is Y these MILITUFORCE vessels from hell itself, never ever age or change, they do not even come the fucking hell from here, all though where they do come from cleverly is spoken of in that sentence, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y my life is so cursed and totally fucked up, the murderous family I come from may play a part in some of my older shit B4 the 83 year, but in no ‘real-world’ could a family curse pull off the supernatural shit I go through on this kind of level or anywhere mother fucking near 2 it, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things that happened up in Long Island as a youth, or in Atlantic City as well, all of it, was in another Long Island and another Atlantic City. Still, this hell world around me feels as real 2 me as it does 2 everyone else, even though all peeps here R ghost images of what my reality once was, no matter how they may wish 2 disbelieve and disagree with me. I say all of this openly because there is no real honest better explanation in the entire world 4 all the bull fucking shit that has occurred around me since I died and went into this hell. Then came the magic night of August 15^th in 1986 when ‘Ex-President Jimmy Carter’ told me in a ‘dream’ that indeed, “I AM DEAD”, and I quote this fine gentleman. David Roth and I had been in the New Jersey Pine Barrens late on the previous night, and I had a horrible earache, there was a lot more 2 this story but right now, the earache does not matter. After we left Cherry Hill where I resided at 1931 East Route 70, 2 go 2 the deep woods, we stopped at a mail drop where I threw the envelope into the United States Mail, 2 the Copyright Office, the copyrighted forms, the cassette tape, of the musical project called, what else, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There is a lot more 2 all of this, so much more in fact that it stinks worse than an entire mountain chain filled with solid total mother fucking pig crap, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will get more into tying these hellish things together, on later following future blogging works, but 4 right mother fucking now just please know folks, that nothing ever can B what it appears, ask any quantum physics degreed scientist, they will totally confirm this statement I make 2U here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How does upline and downline and phased beings and 5^th and 6^th and 7^th dimensions and Lawtrons, and Exploratrons and somnambulism all fit together in all of this????? Some of U may perhaps B asking yourselves this question right about now, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can only tell U that I could shoot up a blog, in perfect time and order, containing ten or more thousand items, that all taken together, PROVE BEYOND ANY SHADOW OF POSSIBLE DOUBT, THAT ALL MY CLAIMS ON THESE BLOGS OVER NEARLY 5 YEARS NOW, R INDEED ALL TRUE AND REAL. Anyone reading these words from Pope Benedict 2 President BO, I ask U one simple thing right here and now, YO. Take anything in your most personal and private life that U could not ever explain 2 your satisfaction, and then dwell on it until the point of heavy depression strikes. Now reread my blog here, and tell me how this makes U feel about that thing in your life, and we can leave this mother fucking bullshit right where the hell it is 4 today, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, I dare U geeks out here 2 write a GAWNUM SOFTWARE PROGRAM, play with this shit a few months, and then comment on a blog of mine someday down the line, and tell me UR the same person that U were B4U did this, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever your Flatliner friends were there Julia White Roberts, U all knew some powerful fucking reality, and tried 2 share it publicly, and U can C how far that ever gets us here in hell, huh? I knew last night when I had a powerful interaction with a PURPLE DOG, that this would B a major ass wild freaking day!!!!

Terminate me Mister Earthquake-Wife man, IF U CAN OR DARE, YO Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, how silwee of me wabbit, like duh. How is your full-and total recall, GOV????????????????

So RU really alive somewhere also, David Roth, and MOM??????? That makes 4 Clarence Harris cases now 4 the BONE PICKERS CLUB 2 gnaw on, YO. Running pollution commercials with my voice and not getting my mother’s permission in writing, in any real world would have gotten the 3 super networks in America all sued 2 hell, but this is not a real world, NOT 4 ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B4I sign off, the purple dog had a name, and yes, it was Purple. Long rooms, purple dogs named purple, and escalators of life, from here 2 anti-life Krassleville, YO, what am I supposed 2 have thrown in my fucking face next and remain 5% sane?????????? How did U know about Midge, and the RUSS-1500, my MI???????? Don’t die on me there, Doctor Camping from FSI, YO. CU in the ’12 year dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula, I will never get over U, what U did 2 me was far worse than what I did 2 your daughter; but then another story exists within these magical words; am I correct Ernie Merker, of Recorded Publications Sound Recording Studio????????????????????

END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, YO:

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SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, THESE JERK OFFS ARE ANNOYING FUCKING ME ALL WEEKEND. IT IS A BIT SHY OF FOUR THIS SUNDAY AFTERNOON ON 7 FUCKING DECEMBER OF 2014. YOU WERE READING A PIP, ALL GREAT BILLY MUMMY'S OF ALL TWILIGHT AND NON-TWILIGHT ZONES!!!!

MI Apology to the world, for being the PROPHET OF NOTHING from 1988, Princess Blackboat Donnie Boy of Chicago's Aunt Alice Gallagher Redrum Black Sabbath MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MI Apology

ALL THE WAY FROM FLORIDA TO CALIFORNIA TO MAINE. EVEN PROPHETS ARE SERIOUSLY DOUBTED, DISSED; AND KICKED TO MANY A BLOODY DAM CURB; HUH OLD UNCLE JESUS-62?

I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest, oh I forgot, I don't work there any more and it isn't 2010 or 2011 either, not any more. I can see a lot of blimps and balloons and baby lons, whatever lons are symbolically. Well, if you ask Microsoft Corporation and its Spell-Check systems, they might suggest adding the letter of 'I' after the first letter of that word, you know, making LONS into KINGS, also known as (AKA) ''LIONS''. So who really out here still refuses to buy into symbolic truths? WO, you just proved you're a buttwipe, YO!

[ 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

[ 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

QUITE NATURALLY, MY SICK DISEASED TWISTED EVIL WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES, ARE ALWAYS AN ITEM. HOWEVER, ONLY ONE DAY IN THE AUTUMN OF 1972, DID I HAND IN AN INCOMPLETE PLANETARY SCHOOL REPORT TO MY TEACHER, THE GREAT WONDERFUL MILDRED B. YOUNG. WEEEEEE!!!

STILL, I AM JUST A DUMMY WHO DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, OH YEAH, RIGHT, SURE GARY MITCHELL GLARE EYES, FROM 1966. ALL OF THIS ENTIRE MORIANITY IS PURE FICTION, NONSENSE, AND MENTAL DISEASE. WELL, THE DSM-4 AND 5 AND MAYBE BY NOW THERE IS A 6 OR A 7, WILL DEFINITELY TELL YOU THIS IS NOTHING BUT MAJOR MENTAL SICKNESS, BUT YOU SEE, I HAPPEN TO KNOW DIFFERENTLY THAN THESE GREAT SO-CALLED EXPERTS, AND SOME OF YOU OUT THERE TOTALLY KNOW IT TOO, AND ARE SMART ENOUGH TO SIT THERE AND KEEP YOUR EMMEREFFING MOUTHS GOOD AND SHUT, WHILE YOU CAN, HUH KIRK AND SPOCK??? WATCH OUT FOR THOSE LOVELY LAKEHOUSE LIGHTNING BOLTS, CENTER EDGE LACTOSE SPACE PLATFORMS FATHER SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

THIS PASTE-IN-PAGE APPLIES GREAT TO 10/22/2014!!!!

You think so, Mountainpen? SHEEEEEEEIT!

Since their time is so dam fucking precious up there at the GAP © OFFICE IN WASH-DOC-13-600, ALL GREAT ROMANS, FAR BE IT FROM ME TO WASTE ANY OF IT. I PAID GOOD MONEY AND THEY CAN'T EVEN MAKE COPIES WITHOUT CHARGING WAY MORE MONEY THAN AVERAGE PEOPLE CAN EVER AFFORD TO EVER HAVE MADE. MY ADVICE, FOLKS; DON'T EVER COPYRIGHT ANYTHING AND LOSE EITHER THE CIRTIFICATES OR THE MEDIUM SOURCE YOU SENT THERE. NOT UNLESS YOU ARE PRACTICALLY A ZILLIONAIRE OF COURSE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!! ALSO, THEY WOULD NOT HELP ME TO FIND WHY I DO NOT EXIST ACCORDING TO THEIR RECORDS ON MY COMPUTER. IT COMES UP AS I DO NOT EXIST. NOT ONLY IS MY 29TH PROJECT NOT LISTED, NONE OF MY 28 OTHERS AS SHOWN BELOW ARE LISTED. I SIMPLY PUT, HAVE GONE POOF, AND AM NOT THERE, AT LEAST ON MY MOTHER FUCKING COMPUTER. WHAT A LOVELY GOVERNMENT!

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#	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

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[ 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

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I CAN HONESTLY SAY WITHOUT HESITATION, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THAT MOTHER FUCKING 2014 HAS BEEN THE WORST CUNT SNIFFING YEAR OF MY ENTIRE 60 YEARS OF PRESENT-ME LIFE, EXCEPT FOR 1986!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W—O—W MISTER STACEY-MACY PASSCARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My favorite will always be my daughter's 'WOW'. She said it in a way like no one ever did before or since that day in 1984. As if she had just remembered who she really was while she was giving me those driving instructions that day, huh 'Cuzz Cheltenham Hi There High', Walmart?????

“I'm darker than you are”. Give me a break Sarah, moving into a new life was your choice. “I'm darker than you are”. Give me a break Sarah, moving into a new life was your choice. “I'm darker than you are”. Give me a break Sarah, moving into a new life was your choice. “I'm darker than you are”. Give me a break Sarah, moving into a new life was your choice. “I'm darker than you are”. Give me a break Sarah, moving into a new life was your choice. “I'm darker than you are”. Give me a break Sarah, moving into a new life was your choice!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So tell me today, Chester Perkowski, of State College, Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG, kind sir; which witch are we speaking here about? The one where working at your hotel changed your life irrevocably; or the one where nothing at all out of the ordinary, ever happened? Because, if we go with Judge Judy's Great And Powerful door number two here; then how does that door, not play directly against door number one? It is not a rocket scientist question, like who really are the great Nurockey Krassle family, and what are the precise play by play details for going from total nothing, to plank, and then out to all of this, as they can do in a magical whisper! Oh Alan, Mark, Dick, and so many more, even TD Starlit, I suppose I do have a second question unfortunately, also. How can we resist the temptation now to go, ''WOOOOOOOOOOLF''?

The entire UFO situation people; all know my shit is fuckiGN cunt for real, and for that matter, 4 Reale. He knew; the son of a bitch. he knew me from before I even placed that mother fuckiGN advertisement in the dam ass situations-wanted section of the great marvelous fucking PRESS OF ATLANTIC CITY, in the spring time early somewhere in 1970!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

NOTES TO MYSELF:

Journal Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.

Prof. Michio Kaku is from NY City University. (NYU)

Use #25,771, Journal Tape, when a good DJIA CAP is needed on a current blog, and also JCT #25801.

JOURNAL TAPE #25,788, long blog with many good paste in photos

I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPTER 016-AMP

I WAS AWAKENED THIS SUNDAY MOTHER FUCKING MORNING WITH ANOTHER MAJOR ILLEGAL TELEPHONE SQUEALING SOUND, AND THIS HAPPENED NOW TWICE IN THE PAST WEEK, ONCE A FEW DAYS AGO THAT I NOW DON'T REMEMBER IF I TOLD ABOUT ON THESE BLOGS OR NOT. MY SHORT TERM MEMORY IS ROTTEN AS A TEN YEAR OLD APPLE IN THE SUNSHINE, AND I DO NOT FEEL LIKE ARCHIVING A WEEK'S WORTH OF MY BLOGS TO SEE, AS THESE BASTARDS AIN'T WORTH IT. THEY STILL HAVE DISABLED MY WEATHER-BUG APP. LETTERS TO THE ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA AND THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, WILL HAVE TO BE SENT NEXT WEEK, AND TO QUOTE OLD LENNY MCKINNON TO HIS GIRLFRIEND MISS CHILLIE, “THERE AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT”!!!!!!

It is very foggy this morning here in Fort Pierce, Florida. But there's nothing foggy about the mission I need to take on. I have a large package to anonymously send to the pop to prove Jackson's oh nine death is a huge fake out. These cunt chewing bastards want a mother fucking war with me, Mizz Attorney General Bondi, then fine. They will get total unadulterated fucking war. A letter is also going off to the mother fucking Florida State Board of Public Health and Safety to get this building condemned for infestation of pestilence. I'd rather be out in the cock sucking fucking street than live like a swine in pig filth, and having these roach drug addict neighbors all getting away with murder and all the shit they do to me continually also. You want a major fucking mess, Marotto and scum bag nabes from hell, YOU'VE GOT ONE COMING, YA' ROTTEN TWISTED FUCKING BASTARDS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 7, 2014,

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 8:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE **** DEGREES FNHT.(HACKED)

WELL, THE REASON THAT THE JERK OFF TWISTED MILI-2-FORCE, BROKE MY SLEEP UP WITH THAT FUCKING CUNT PHONE SQUEAL SOUND, AND ILLEGALLY VIOLATED MY CIVIL RIGHTS, AL SHARPTON AND JESSE JACKSON, REMEMBERIN THAT I AM INDEED 10% A BLACK MAN ON MY FATHER'S SIDE; IS BECAUSE IT IS PEARL HARBOR DAY, AND THEY DON'T WANT TO TAKE ANY CHANCE THAT SSJKK MIGHT MAKE DIRECT CONTACT WITH ME IN SOME MAJOR WAY, AFTER 18 YEARS. As some viewers may or may not remember, I was living on 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, on the 7^th day in December in 1996, 18n years ago today, when SHE came to me with HER wild dreaming-interaction where we were standing right outside McGuire's Pittsburgh Hotel on 10-SC Avenue, and she said to me and I quote HER now, “Hay boy, lets play a game called, “Guess The Name Of The Guests”. After we played HER great game, I know SHE kissed me passionately and told me that I will always be HER special “THAT BOY”. Well, between lovely Marlo Thomas, daughter of Danny Saint Jude, I 'guess' there is some huge thing going on with shit that even goes far beyond, if you can dare to imagine this, the ALMIGHTY NATIONAL BROADCASTING COMPANY (NBC).

If I don't fight back and do something so huge that this EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA leaves me alone and stops this endless mother fucking death persecution of me for nearly 30 years now since the night of cunt sniffing fart huffing August 15 of 1986, I AM A DEAD MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND ON GENERAL ORDER-7. USE ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE ALL TECHNOLOGIES, AD AND ZD. I MAX OUT YOUR PPG TO 11.8 IPNS AND YOUR CONTROLS AGAINST THE PPG TO 11.5 IPNS. SCAN ALL DIRT BAGS HURTING ME 24-7-365.2422 WITHOUT LET UP, AGENTS CONDOR AND FALCON OF 1988 GREAT TELEVISION DOCUMENTARIES. A CRUSHED WRECKED SINGED AND DESTROYED IO IS NOW PLACED ON YOUR TB. COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. YOU WILL HEAR TH EOLD 1983 AT&T-STYLE TONES, AS THE LONG-E VOWEL SOUNDS, HEAR MY MIND AND MATCH THIS TO THE LONGER EEEEE PATTERN IN RED, FOLLOWED BY THE SHORT EEEEE PATTERN IN BLUE.

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GO TO G-1133, G-13, G-14, G-189, CG-2, UNDER G-917, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL FUCKING ENEMIES AND THEIR LOVED ONES TO BE SCANNED AND WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED FOREVER, OR YOU WILL BE DESTROYED AND WIPED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

||CALENDAR FOR '69-'70||

JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0---PEEKY RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31

AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30

OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31

NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31

JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30

FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34

MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31

WELCOME BACK TO THIS WORLD SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, AND PLEASE DON'T EVER GO AWAY AGAIN, AND LEAVE ME HERE, TO FACE THE FUCKING MILITUFORCE MCKINNON, AND THE NEFARIOUS SATANIC ARMY OF FORT MEADE, MARYLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU MISSED ME JANE WHORE FONDA, YOU MISERABLE COWPIG!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS, CHAPTER 015

AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2014, MARK WAYNE MOHR

Lots of nabe action this morning, lots of computer hacking with THE WEATHER BUG. They fucking robbed me of real actual weather. If I typed in what they claim it is, it would be as follows for Fort Pierce, Florida, and I mother fucking assure you all that it is not that hot here, praise the GODDESS SSJKK ALMIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 6, 2014,

LATE SATURDAY MORNING AT 11:44

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 93 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE (H-105/L-84),

HUMIDITY IS 43%, FEELING 97,

WINDS ARE 0.

There is no mother fucking way this heat report is accurate, yet THE WEATHER BIG displays my town and state, as well as a perfect time and date, so I don't know who is playing games here, but this is now a worthless fucking app and tool for me to use, ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI OF FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a taxpayer, I obey the law, I have a clean driving record, you won't find a thing on me, ma'am, so why do you let these mother fuckers do all things to me 24-7-365.2422, WHY?????????????????

Hay I know it isn't cold around here, and we are not going, “Burrrrrrr” or Jim, or for that matter, BRRR, or even BROTHER, but god dam shit, why do I have to be all fucking hacked here, all the dam time?

Jim Burrrrrrr quite some time ago, made a statement that went somewhat along these lines, while speaking to me, “for you a week is eternity, so much can happen to you in so little a time”. I never called him a liar about everything, merely his unspeakable dastardly lie in 1983 regarding church attendance, and being a quintessential hypocrite taking me to task for not going, while telling me how he went, and later admitted he really was in Atlantic City, in the fucking casinos, gambling all day Sunday. Maybe I didn't go, but I wasn't fucking gambling or lying about anything. Still, on this point about time, and me; he was quite accurate, as well as honest and truthful.

I merely will agree with myself from the first and prior chapter. I believe I said that all of the same old same old nightmare fuckiGN shit, would keep on going, and yes, it did; and WORSE. Unimaginably and unfathomably fucking cunt worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vicious neighbor attacks, vicious utility attacks, vicious health attacks. All of this, and more, went down; plus shit that is major major fucking beyond not bloggable. I will say that lightning visited me, on the night of Tuesday, right shy of dusk; and she stayed for quite a while, with me. Hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I talk about learning from history, and how things repeat, because the human being does not change, only his technology; thus basic prophet-101 technique is not really all that hard. You learn a subject, from A to Z, and use that principle, and really start to see how shit works and repeats, and the dumb asses all around you say, “Wo, the fucking dude's haunted”, you know, like that muscle man asshole in late 1980 at the RPL Recording Studio, in Camden, New Jersey. I only wish I could forget shit, but I can't. Very very fucking rarely do I, and in fact, so rarely, that every time that I do, I am able to stand back and see another pattern; speak of the fuckiGN devil; Ann King and her oh so wonderful family from HELL is always mixed up with anything that my memories are fuckiGN messed with about. This doesn't change. It is just like the speed of light, you know; the holy grail CONSTANT, and mathematically expressed as “C”. But the truth about me remembering so much shit, is all rooted in my shit with Bruce Pennock in the early seventies, and what I started to fool around and fuck with, as a result; the electromagnetic spectrum, as it relates to recording sounds on tapes, in analogue. Today, with both the change over to fuckiGN digital, and my life being so totally fucked up times a gillion; I am not able to do a twentieth of the dam shit I once could. They no longer make the parts, they know longer make the systems, they no longer use the same basic principles, despite any sound engineer insisting that we all listen to digitally recorded shit, through an analogue conversion, and that without it, we would be trying to literally hear zeros and ones; and of course, a snot nosed child is smart enough to realize that we cannot hear zeros and ones. In all of this, lies first, why my life changed so extremely, as well as, why this change over happened in the first place. The psych books insist that anyone at all, even a billionaire, who claims that they are that important, so as all of the world had to alter just for them; is beyond curable insanity. If any of you out in this world made such a claim, you would indeed be, totally insane. Unfortunately, as I told the great wonderful Robert Cheatley Patterson, over at Knights Park, in West Collingswood, one late summer 1983 afternoon, while we were parked in my car and he was smoking a joint; “I'm not like other people”. I don't forget shit, unless Ann King's mighty fuckiGN family, insists that I do. I know this as sure as shit cubed, but why would anyone, anywhere, at any time; have any possible reason, to take any of this as truth? I understand, and even though I do get pissed off as hell, as I was when I took a short sabbatical from this blog, I do have to say that I understand, as if I don't; then I am insisting on insulting anyone reading this, and their intellect. It is not important if these blogs are read in the first twenty years of this century, in any significant amount, and it was my silly fucking human pride, arrogance, and ego, that made me act stupid on Chapter One, and go pouting off like a bratty ten year old, who was unable to get his way. This indeed is why Mister Pedersen says that I act 14, and that he will treat me like 14, so long as I do. Well, that is forever, as I do not change, and for this, I am truly sorry. I am exactly who I was in 1969 when all this nightmare shit started, no different, not at all. Oh I am old and ready to die, but this brings me to the real point of this particular blog.

Now the powers that rule and govern over this world are real enough, if anything is real, which it, in truth, taken to absolute quantum levels; could never be accepted into daily life, of people in general society. Dealing with the fact that mind exists, and becomes sort of the ''you'' that you are for a while in a lifetime, yet all the while, its very nature is to take true real existence, and divide this energy realm by C-SQ, so that we can all share in a human illusion, that many psychics and mystics label, the “Physical Plane”; is not going to be something that the general populations of the world, can come to realize and believe, even though it is mathematically beyond a proven truth, with the greatest most famous formula ever expressed; hence, people view all this abstractly. Even the scientists, do not change in their personal life habits, with their jobs, their families, their entire life, even the top QP people that absolutely know that these blogs are real and these words are real; cannot bring themselves to live it. They have head knowledge, as some call this strange mental situation. They don't have heart knowledge. All of this is bringing me to how a great religion was created, and how the world owners and powers, don't dare get up in the morning, and see the simple truths that are now about to be printed. Oh now don't get all excited, and think I am going to teach some magic 50 word chant, and then by saying this; the equivalent of a magic genie is going to pop out of a copper colored object, that appears suddenly in front of you. If you even think along that line, you are already major missing the entire shit I am trying to slowly lead into and up to, and becoming some overnight zillionaire, or anything else you can think of, has no place in these powerful words. You can possibly use this information to accomplish virtually unlimited things, but this is not the goal or the intent whatsoever of why I am going to tell what I am going to tell. I hope and I pray that it might be received in the correct spirit of mind, by a few, someday, but hay; if not, I have no power to make things go through door number 1, or 2, or 3, or 4 billion. But I can hope that a few folks just might correctly view the great wisdom.

As I keep leading up to the real point for this blog, and no we're not quite there, but let me tell a few other things, and then, I promise to bring it all together cohesively, and down to Earth, in simple language. I don't say you'll agree, or want to look me up and hug me; but then, this is not a Fort Pierce Pizzeria, and I am not the President of the United States! So let's begin with a topic I admit that I desperately try avoiding, since I am aware of this major mysterious unknown item, very fucking aware of it, but all the while, I would be a huge rotten liar, if I professed to understand it anywhere near in totality. Now this doesn't mean, I've not put lots of ideas and all sorts of shit all together, and now is that time I need to share these details about it, and yes; I can do it compressed, abridged, and shortened to an unbelievable thousand words or so, while telling you every bit of information that I personally know about this. And people, no one anywhere within a million light years, knows this much, so I am letting loose a bomb shell on this blog.

Everyone and their brother is sick and tired of two things about this blog, who reads this blog upon occasion, and I know it, as my mama didn't raise a dummy fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, I know a few people would love to ring my neck, and choke the life out of me, if they see the date of August 15, 1986, one more time. The other thing is my endless dead horse beating of parallel-event, and intentionally creating it and or applying it, with the motive and goal of profiting in some way, as a result of knowing it works, doing the deed, and in most cases, being at the very bottom of the bottom feeder's list, of all clinical sociopaths. Parallel Event makes me sick and tired too. I am the one who has had to suffer through this very real and totally unprovable attack for 3-5 decades, done to me by very powerful people, and this quotes a licensed New Jersey realtor, when he told me that indeed, I have these types against me, and that both him, and his boss, Mister Kelly Jackson, were contacted by them, and told if they know what's good for them, not to help me sell a house I'd listed with them, in the Cramer Hill section of northeast Camden, New Jersey, just a few blocks from the bridge onto Petty's Island. Yes I'm quite sick to death of being the victim of decades of parallel event attack that on this level I am getting, could only be done by organized billionaire types, AKA world owners, world controllers, and sometimes, as the movers and shakers. Now indeed, these mother fuckiGN total bastards can have me over a barrel, destroy my life, make me ill, and then take away my needed medications, using their politically correct anti-drug excuse to make it all work without arousing any suspicion that they indeed are torturing me; and along with keeping me sick, they can keep me endlessly broke with just a few simple tactics that any group of powerful billionaire types can all do with no problems whatsoever, and never send up even a small red flag for my use against them, in most cases. In rare exceptions when they go too far, even then; I am fighting THE WALL. Any attorney, anyone at all, that I might try seeking any kind of help from, is told one way or another, DON'T HELP, or ELSE, and it is done subtly, but people get the message. Not everyone writes horrible hate words and curse words, and direct unaccepted words, that serve to only denigrate and attack a person's religion or race or gender or sexual preferences, and today this list goes on and on. People get the message, and so many times I was going to be given a deserved break, and one of my great ideas was going to be taken to the stage of developing it into industry where I would get recognition and eventual remunerative profits, and then boom, the invisible kibosh is used, and I am left hanging out to dry. If this had not gone on for forty years, and involved hundreds of such cases, in perfect patterns, that only a fool could fail to observe was happening around him time and time again; I could try rationalizing all of my life as being a series of lots of nasty bad luck coincidences. I try to believe things aren't really like this, whether any one of you wants to believe this about me or not. That is your right to not believe me, but you would be totally wrong. I love it when once in a while, maybe, just maybe; I learn to my satisfaction, that something was indeed, merely just bad luck and coincidental, and all of that. But 99 percent of the time, with many hundreds of things; this pattern of an ENDLESS KIBOSH ON ME from world powers, is staring me in the face, and it cannot be ignored or denied, unless you want to deny you are awake and breathing and walking upright.

Now reality-3 has been touched on here and there and a little bit of it gets put into a blog to show some kind of thing that connects into something that is either happening live or has recently been being done against me by these enemies of the MILITUFORCE, as I came to call them, shortly after the late eighties became the early nineties. I began with WOMO and OTAMMITES, and made changes along the way. Of course blogs did not exist in the late eighties, but life journals and diaries did, and mine was on thousands and thousands of C-90 Cassette-Tapes. Parallel Event is all about how two events go hand in hand together, event A and event B. Unlike cause and effect however, Cause is A, and Effect is B; and A causes B, but B DOES NOT CAUSE A. Now seeing this is like looking at a large and spread out sheet of paper, from a tall ladder. It is big, and the type that office buildings are drawn on by architects, rolled up as scrolls to avoid folds that would interfere with sensitive small areas. Now you on the ladder can look down and see a huge sheet of paper, unrolled, and one side is A, the other side is B. As sheets are unrolled below you, you start to see how nothing is really happening at all, so there is no parallel event. Then you suddenly realize that it was you all along, throwing down little painted lines and blobs of colored paint. There always or most of the time, will be a parallel event that begins to emerge, from your seemingly random dropping of these tiny colored paint drops, as opposed to how the A-HALF of the sheet relates to the side across from it, or the B-HALF. Only you now become aware that you are doing the entire thing, and you are the reality-3 or the C, in reference to the Side-A, and the Side-B. But those down at the level of the sheet of paper do not see you up there all hidden and camouflaged. So what would a really smart small observing group, down at the level of the paper or the lower dimension in reality; begin to think after enough time and careful study and observation? Well, what I began to think as this all went along, in my personal life, that's what. But I did suspect there was a reality 3, or a C-POINT doing things to both an A-POINT, and a B-POINT. But this C-POINT remains endlessly cloaked and invisible. So I can begin to observe a reality that I called parallel-event, yet never was able to see what was truly happening. If you looked at this as a math equation, and using an “R” for Reality, and changing into numbers, the A into a 1, the B into a 2, and the C into a 3, we could express it a little bit like, and bear in mind, I am no computer guru, and cannot make division signs, or use cross down lines, or make symbols; so this needs to be more in spoken terms, than a real formula would look like; but I still can use the R and the 1,2, and 3. So now, taking parallel event into a more advanced stage, would go a little bit like this. R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 in its own patternized algorithm. This of course assumes that the entire deal is not random. If R 3 is not in any pattern at all, then the truth to this expression is R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 according to its own seeming random. Now the genius that needs to figure out more about R 3 (REALITY-3), needs to figure out a way to express and mathematically work out a few things here. They can begin by taking the parallel event of various things. Again, as mere mortals, we never get to see and make contact with reality-3 up on that cosmic ladder, but we can still examine the results of what gets tossed down into the two sides of the page, or R 1 and R 2. Even before, and please, I don't mean to try and brag, but am just telling what happened one day to me, at an ivy league university, in the early nineties; but even before I started wondering about the great elusive R 3; I spoke with a professor of Statistical Mathematics, by the name of Deturch, at the U of P, in Philadelphia, PA, USA. Just taking this to applying the A and the B by using a three parameter betting system at a casino game called roulette, made this great professor, tell me that I have invented a brand new mathematical discipline that he wanted to explore deeper with me. The persecution of me was very bad in these years, and I never got that chance, but my point is, that even my applied parallel event science to a gambling game, made this professor tell me that I had invented a new mathematical item that he wanted to further study. This is not imagination, delusion, or psychotic made up stories. I am sure this could be verified to this very day, if anyone really cared, which they don't. The reason they don't, is powerful people have told them all to stay away from me at all costs, OR ELSE. In many cases, I have come to learn; they merely interfere in my life by side stepping, as on a dance floor. In polite society where John Duke Wayne wouldn't throw a huge jaw buster in a mans' face for tapping him on the shoulder; this is done frequently. If someone wishes a short dance on a floor, in the old dancing days that is, that many younger peeps won't have a clue what I am talking about, so ask your grands, or your first parents. Well, this is all fine and well, but what if you took the love of your life to a dance that was important to you, such as your high school graduation prom, or if you took your wife to an important business party, and in either case, an existing conspiracy already is planned for ten or more dudes to continually tap your dance partner, leaving you to not dance at all? Well, try imagining this in my life for 40 years now roughly. Only instead of dancing, you just simply need to transfer this to a controlled conspired kibosh, so as no matter what, in every case; you can bank on with clockwork Swiss precision; that you will be screwed with, and as a result, everything just keeps on failing and failing that you ever ever try to undertake in your entire fuckiGN miserable hellish life. But this still leads to another item, even though these enemies without a doubt, have robbed me blind, treated me like total trash, raped my entire life, and caused me a lifetime of totally unwarranted misery and suffering on a Nazi Germany scale; and this is what I will try to tackle now, and bring all of this nice and neatly together, if you are looking to see it all.

All these powers that own this world, and did all of this to me, and mock me every day one way or the other via their demonic EW, have the same fate waiting for them that I do, and the only two differences between these great mirror-kissers and me; is that they will on average, have a few measly more years here on the Earth, to enjoy their scum bag selves, and every second; despite the reality that we all have problems and woes; they 'll be in a luxurious happy state, with the best medical care, the best foods, the best pleasures that fortunes can buy, and so forth. But take away the extra fat and gravy, and some extra time that next to even a thousand small years, is nothing, as look at it; no one lives past 120, no one. No one past 100 is all there. If they can control some of their bathroom functions, hip hip hurray, but the majority of 90+ people, the richest to the poorest; are all in diapers. As Mister H. Hefner said it so well, ''I have them around me, and I get to do a lot of dreaming''. Most of us over the age of eleven, know what he's saying, and what's being discussed. He admitted this to his doctor, long long before the age of ninety. Be real people. Any of you see the great Doctor Billy Graham lately? That fiery hollering Jesus preacher whom we all know and love, reduced to a mere shadow now of what he was just 20 years ago. I do not know what my enemies really think they have over me, just because before they can say 'Elizabeth Rotterdam Cunningham from Birmingham', a few thousand times; they're going to be glorified fucking toast. If rumors are spreading that I envy a single one of them, and I know they are because I know things, well; believe whatever you wish about me. I don't envy anyone who within 10-90 years, is going to become a slowly shrinking vegetable, and in the end, a stinking bunch of maggots. Do I hate many of them? You bet I do. They have stolen from me, lied about me, said clever rotten vicious things about me, robbed me of my dignity, my health, and my entire life. They've had me assaulted, my rights violated continuously, and they get away with it because they are little demigods, with the emphasis on 'LITTLE'. If one of these pricks had power over death, THEN, and only then would I sit up and take notice. If you are honest with yourselves, you will see that this is the measure and the mark of any real god. Christianity would have died out, and never been more than a tiny localized cult of 2000 years ago; if not for somehow miraculously gaining power over life and death; and having enough witnesses observe and tell about these resurrections, especially the Lord Jesus Christ's resurrection. I don't doubt for one minute this is all real, and for personal reasons. This is all on the level, and I know it. I don't believe it, I know it. Still, my point doesn't die. If you want to have real power, or impress me in any real way; then you have to show me you are indeed able to control the life/death barrier. So far, I totally know one person on this planet who has indeed done this; Jesus. No, I am not saying that name in vane back there. Now those who think they control everything and own everything; own a lot of physical plane shit, and will die off, and be forgotten. But speaking of reality-3; is there more going on than just powerful people, being powerful people; or are the same forces that raised Jesus and Lazarus and the 12 year old girl from the dead; operating on, and through them, in an energetic channel? Well, the best to date knowledge I can offer on this, from my personal life, and not being taught something by mortals; is as follows. First, I truly like the Ancient Astronaut Theorists (AAT), but they do not have all the pieces to this deal, I promise you. Neither do the dudes in the church, and those running the biggest churches and organizations in the world. Neither does Morianity, which by the way has stopped permanently. This is all just my blogs, from now on, nothing more, and nothing less. If you take the best that these three things has to offer however, Morianity's ESS, and the teachings of dreaming out of the void and so forth, along with Jesus Christ, because people, get real; this little cult may have started out small, but look at it now after 20 centuries. Why, because mankind is scared shitless to die; and this proved we don't have to. Maybe not to the satisfaction of a laboratory's standards, I'll give you that right up front. But folks, my life proves so many things about this, that I couldn't deny the LORD JESUS CHRIST if someone offered me a thousand genies and bottles. I know how real it is. I just happen to also know that there is a lot more; and that most of you will never need any of this additional shit. Unfortunately, and for reasons far beyond my wildest comprehension; I do need all of this. But anyone ever, who says they have all the answers to this force that has done whatever it has done, to bring this very day alive and here, along with all of us; is very pathetic, and doesn't need an old biblical stoning. He or she is already far beyond a hopelessly tortured soul. You don't know, and I don't know. I don't care if you're the greatest world leader, the greatest military force, the greatest entertainer, the greatest athlete; and I don't care if someone out here could become all of the above, and then some. I tell you now; you are as clueless to major fuckiGN shit all around us all; as would be a goat, or a chicken, in a college class.

These forces are not one thing, they never were or will be. They don't agree on agenda, they don't act in tandem; and the best way to see this, is a nightmare videogame, highly advanced; and we who have any questions whatsoever, and have no control over death; are but puppets on a string, in a huge Shakespearean type play. And Shakespeare was onto this truth, and spoke it openly, without fear of sociological reprisal and or reprimand.

Yes my enemy was horrendous for the past week since I went offline and rested up for the battles that are facing me ahead. ESS-TRAVELERS get into people all around me, and when you see it happen and know what is happening, it is worse than waking up in the dark from your worst normal nightmares. I promise you this, ladies and gentlemen. And I am guilty of many things too. I know I cannot do things with music. I know what I can and cannot do. I was not always stopped from music. This only started after I raised a stink with some big lawyers about songs being stolen by very top artists of days now gone by. These fart sniffing jerk offs are totally unforgiving, and believe their shit is gold, and wow; we all better not do one thing. But they can rearrange a few notes on an unknown person's song, someone with no money or power to fight back, and slam; they get away with it, and I get chopped in fuckiGN half by their dirt bag ax. But my life is ending, and I don't have to worry about any of this any more. I will be gone in 2015 sometime. I won't ever have to put up with, or see any of these dirt bags ever again once I'm fucking gone. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Just a few days ago it felt close to 100 degrees, and now it is a nice 47, at just shy of 4 on this THANX-2-GIVENS morning, and the electrical number of three to the power of three, (27), in November, Thursday morning, 2014.

This is really now just a safe-journal, and it is only important that I know what's what, and save the blogs I write to a site for blogs. Already, several of my documents are missing, the one about the 'IMMC' changing to INTERDIGITAL CORP being one of them.

I figured out why all three sources that re-air the original “Law & Order” television show, will not ever air the later productions much past 2002. They are too cheap to want to pay the royalties to the people in the 2003+ shows, and if any fans take notice to this, you should; and take notice to how some of those from the show, are trying to gain some pocket weight with ad spots. People are so dam fuckiGN cheap in this world. Holy hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have had a nasty pain in my left fucking shoulder for a week now and today it is really mother fucking bad. If it worsens, I'll need to get a cunt lapping xenon ray to see if it's a pulled muscle or something more serious, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVERY SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN DID THIS IN 1997. I HAVE MATCHED TIMES AND DATES AND MAJOR HIGH BOTBAR SHIT PATTERNS, TO CERTAIN LIFE PATTERNS, AND IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO A POWERFUL AND TOTALLY UNDENYABLE CONNECTION TO THE ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJK OR ISISCYLLA. THIS IS 'FREAKING FUN CITY', WITH QUINTESSENTIAL SARCASM ADDED IN.

I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARES, talking about exploratronics here, just a short while ago. My blogs have discussed this before. We all tend to have one or perhaps several locations where to each of us, these locations could be thought of as PERSONAL-POWER-SPOTS, just as UFO's have their, as the documentaries on this topic like to call it, HOT SPOTS. Oh well PCI-1973-BOB, and Shorty J. MacInvondi; at least they don't seem to have their HOT SHOTS, or no one's talking about it, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, either or, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night or really today earlier before arising from bed and slumber, no parties, and definitely not any ALL GIRLS PARTIES such as the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle's sweet 16 party in the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, mortals call this HEAVEN; but yes, I was in an all night long 'dreaming-interaction' that was very unpleasant. I had a hit man after me and was going to kill both me and everyone dear and near to me, and this had to be a parallel universe, as over here, I have no such thing. All dreams are in a parallel universe, but I make a whittle fucking humor here folks, if datz OK with you; Mwister Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA!

Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world, it is the personal interaction that I must endure in hyperspace, in this particular parallel universe. So many peeps have told me my DREAMING-TRIANGLE is not real and accurate, based on the fact that they cannot control what happens in ''dreams'' and they can here when awake. I always respond back with a little mental exercise that really tends to blow fucking minds from Heredahellda and back again. Just how much do you, or can you, dude, duddess, control here in your waking life? Can you wake up and decide today I will become a lawyer or a rock star or marry some god or goddess type of awesome person, or ''whatever'', to quote you as a boy, Congy-RA? I also have given detailed instructions on the exact method for becoming a T3E where you indeed can have at least the same amount of so-called-control, over your dreaming life as you think you do here in your waking life, and do not feel like repeated the instructions and details on this blog, right now. I will however be repeating it fairly soon, so stay tuned, YO! The more you dwell on the topic of exploratronics, the more one thing should enter into your awareness, good folks. The only limitation is your own imagination, and in this one case, that otherwise world renown statement may even fall short of truth. This can go beyond our imaginations. After-all, we don't all know how to repair our vehicles, but we do know how to take them to the repair shop. We do not know how to all build our own homes and apartments from the ground up, but we know how to rent or purchase one through the necessary steps and procedures needed to in fact, do so. This is the picture that I am attempting to paint here, if you get it, great, if not, wait; you will in time, ''hopefully''!

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

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Yes, bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman, and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes me wonder what you knew back then as well, along with hallway communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends, and Marola and her school play insistence wisdom. Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!

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Yes King David, Talk about wanting to freaking wash your hands! Holy mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire; but I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

WELL MOTHER FUCKERS, I BELIEVE I TOLD YOU THE DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET WOULD BE AT 18,000, SO READ THE CHART BELOW, AND WEEP FOR ME!

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 DECEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BEFORE SPRINGTIME OF 2015, IT WILL BE 20,000. BY END OF 2015, IT WILL BE 30,000 POINTS, LADIES AND FREAKING GENTLEMEN. ALSO, I KNEW WHEN THE TURD CHEWING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE WAS POURING IT ON ME TODAY, THAT I WAS BEING HAMMERED AND PUMMELED, BY A RELENTLESS MOTHER FUCKING BULL MARKET RALLY ON WALL STREET; JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

''Here you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''. As I now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was quite well known in my generation. There goes the fucking (`~) HACK again, FCC, Bob old pal, MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, old Cooley-Wormhole buddy from 1972, at least that hack has pretty much lessened and stopped recently, thank you, FCC Chairman Director, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely

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THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING, for coming around and visiting your little boy a lot recently, when you saw all the hell I was going through, at the hands of this evil wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!! You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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? Hay JJ, don't throw me up into some condo in Manhattan, lovely super girl, or I'll tell aunt Geraldine snow on you, and the SHAH OF IRAN, huh CUZ SANDY AND DON from hyper-Cheltenham!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before we get into the heart of this REVENGE BLOG which will only be starting a major conversation most likely with myself, dear diary-journal; but let me post up my normal paste in jobs and then to quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle somewhere, on his great cool files show, “We can always get back to this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from NASA-CULT, or curly supergirls, and other movie related things from these Rockford times or just after a bit, huh Naval Officer Daddy Spaceplatforms?

YOU MISSED ME, JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!!!!!!!

DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend. If we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking every cent from us, and leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES; and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl Shahpals. WOW MACY STACEY MACKEY. The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK ladies and gentlemen, the very weird and wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further investigated. Have you been awake and not inside of a deep cave over the past year?????????? What further explanation needs there be, and not of any great caverns for goddess sake???????????

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Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I'll tell you, so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on the top.

As you recently know from reading me, I told you how you are ripping yourselves off from full-life, by not making the leap on several fronts. In order for me to keep the promise that I just made to you, my viewers will have to meet me at least close to half way, and be freaking ass open minded. You have no clue at all about the fifth dimension. Those who know anything are old fans of Marilyn McCoo, and I am not speaking about her and her musical group of yesteryear, folks!!!!!!! This is also known as the larger space that contains all of the virtually countless and limitless universes just like the one we live in on Planet Earth. This is only going to open doors, and then this series of blogs in the 25,800's will go on and continue the discussion, and do many other things such as show you simple ways to prove me right or wrong, FOR YOURSELVES. Let us go back to the middle nineties, to when I began dictating MORIANITY, as the OLD TESTAMENT, and started my project. I did not do this to help humanity. I did this because I was suffering an unimaginable hell all around me for nearly 10 straight years at that fucking time, and I needed to write something down for officially recording my story, besides just the life journal that I was simultaneously keeping, both on cassette tapes.

Oh the great subatomic gods (ASTRAL), Prof. Kaku sir; what are we gonna' do with this blind poor old world, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo?????????????

JAJA CARLALAMPS CARLALIAR, where is Jim Carrey when you really need to fall down a flight of stairs, or GET CHASED UP ONE IN NEW YORK STATE SOMEWHERE?

GREAT VIEWERS, DO YOU GET ANY OF IT YET???

JANE FUCKING WHORE FONDA STRUCK AGAIN, WORLD, WITH ANOTHER PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, LEAVING ME TO FUCKING LOOK AT THOSE 4 HORRIBLE FUCKING ONES, FROM HER 1993 BASEBALL ZOOM IN CLOCK ATTACK. ALLOW ME NOW GOOD PEEPS PWEEEEEEEEEZE, TO CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (COMPENSATE), TANKS!!!

The wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand involved me and my car and an incredible repeat or recurring dream with NICK, not at night, although these events have sort oh hyper-atomically fused together all by themselves recently in the past couple of decades. I can only tell you that I was insisting that my car is only worth about one fourteenth at best, of that figure, yet someone insisted that I left their auto shop and that they did this amount of repair work and then went on to prove to me how I had authorized to indeed make 42,000 dollars worth of repairs. It makes no sense until I tell you the rest. When I walked outside to get some air and told the owner I needed to do this, he followed me out and said he has my car keys and I am not going anywhere until I cough up the fucking 42 grand. Then I knew I was in a parallel universe, and that the year was 2015 and the calendar on the outside of the garage door was real large and colorful and displayed a 2015 calendar for all to clearly see. Then I recognized the dude after over 32 years, Everett Simpson. He said I will give him cash for this amount right now, or he will tie me up and fly his airplane all around me for 300 years. Nice pleasant fucking thought, with any amount f lovely five compensations, huh peeps??????

Oh boy, life stinks!

GET IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???

Fink on me and stink on me huh big waterworks Sarah Callio Botbar Disney. See if I give a shit, you rotten witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***OH***SHIT***, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!

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

Hello to you too, Mildred B. Young of 1972, did you say my report is incomplete?

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[ 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

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[ 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

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3X3X3, ''That's my number little boy”. Remember the dream you gave me in 1984, SSJKK? Well I am still waiting for one of two CO's. The first one already came, with the son of Correction Officer Bennett, Christopher; so when do I get to cross over and out of this horrendous life, YO????????????????????? WOW, still waiting and what?

JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

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Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043

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WELL LENNY, YOU WERE ONE PERSON WHO KEPT A PART OF YOUR PROMISE, EVERY ONE ELSE WAS 100 PERCENT A FUCKING LIAR. HAY, LET'S TAKE A MAGIC ROADTRIP SOON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise not to tell any more about skating rinks, color codes, hup cap damage, fires, or monster-ass-recordings so what do you say???????????????????????????????

'ddddddddddddd', sing it folks, same old rotten song, it never changes, but it does have reasons for why it all is, and THAT you can know, sir LURCH ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY! Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970! I Hope life is treating you better than it has me, old friend, if you are still north of the flower rows, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, let us wrap this shit all up for the day, kind and unkind folks, whatever the situation may indeed be, as how can I know a thing? Maybe Mister Freeman and his pals like Prof. Kaku and all of them, have magic answers, I know that I surely don't. I was murdered last night in another universe by a horrible murderer. You can go straight to hell, as all liars and murderers do, right into a place called Dogtown, outside of the GREAT CITY. Don't believe me, read the last few pages of the HOLY BIBLE, you know, John's great powerful mighty marvelous and definitely untrumpable revelation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

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