SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD, CHAPTER 00015

SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD
CHAPTER 00015

Computer hacking is off the scales bad. Death angels are also off the scale bad. Bob McDowell, you can help with the computer, maybe HIS HOLINESS can and will aid me covertly with Morty Mortino. Before you go to 'sleep' and as you get 'sleepy' just say to him, you represent Jesus Christ and his father Jehovah on this waking material realm, and ask that Morty Mortino leave poor pathetic Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr alone, OR, TAKE HIM. After all, Your Eminence, that his Morty's job, to transfer us to being awake again and not trapped in these flesh bodies of carnal illusion. Thank you if you ask this for me.

As for my getting the 'dreaming interaction' to fully come out; forget it, my viewers. I am being played with by the BINARY GODS in ways only super geeks would even attempt to try and crawl into and allow me to explain incredible details about. I won't waste your time. I will say, that just as with the opening of the Lois Foca song, in 2006, and © in 2007, as the musical project named, “Lunch Break at the Sorian Guardhouse”, was meant to be, and would not have been; if not for a major electronic and technical screw up far beyond my control, with my wire attachments with my mike and my karaoke machine just before attempting to sing over the guitar work from early in 1981, by my pal and arranger, Mister Tom Glenn. Now as with this; a new item needs to be talked about, that I can only dare to dance around, and you would not be able to get it if I went full step with you anyway, because if my good pal of a decade, Mister Roth, could not or would not get this same similar stuff that night at the Highpoint area of  Warren Grove, New Jersey, USA, and totally poo-poo'd the idea completely when I tried to get him to cross an extremely forbidden line in the sand for adults to ever do; then you will not be as forgiving as he was that night in July of 1997. First off, if you can read the Holy Bible used by Christians, on a truly mature level, you will openly straight out see, how it admits to these powerful innermost workings of physical waking cosmos, where we interact in when not dreaming in hyperspace in other parallels, or as our truer beingness on the Astral-Plane. Before I get into the tying together of these things, I will do a super compressed quick version of what happened to me after I was in my car and on the Jersey highway heading south at a high rate of speed, in an out of control vehicle.

Before I do finish up and tell what refused to print out, even though the first half of the experience did manage to print out and that was it; I wish to tell FCC Chairman/Director and my old 1972 pal from school, that the (`~HACK) has come back recently, not real bad, but it is beginning to rear its ugly dam head, after a really nice long lull from this relentless bullshit annoyance. It happened earlier on this blog. So I exited the highway and as soon as I pulled off on the Black Horse Pike exit, in what I used to jokingly refer to as Irene Cara Ville, back in 1980, the car blew up in a violent explosion just after I smelled a funny strong odor and got out of it quickly. The force knocked me down at a number of yards distance. Their was an aerial assault, and there was a blue pick up truck, and numerous things happened while I began to walk down a very dim lit street with few street lights and a few sparse homes with dull lights on and windows all shaded up. This is a very compressed version, but I took out my wallet, and I realized my identity matching the photo ID drivers license, was that of Frank Callio. Your Holiness, this mother fuckiGN angel of death is annoying me out of my mind, sir. He is buzzing louder than ever in one ear and then the other, it goes on a dozen or more times a day every single day now for months. I would love the dam bastard to just tap me on my shoulder and be done with it, why does he tease me decade after decade, the rotten son of a bitch? So anyway, I learned I was, in this parallel reality, as spelled on my license and matching a mirror I looked into, Francis Callio, and my address was in Maple Shade, New Jersey. There are a million details that I originally remembered, but are gone now, unless I can find triggers, that will pull this otherwise lost to waking world memory, back into my consciousness. I know that it involved my family over there, and that I was married and had five children. I saw their photos in my wallet, and none were of anyone from any world I was ever interacting in. It was like looking at absolutely perfect strangers. But I did come to learn that many things happening there were also happening here in other ways and forms. I was not able to know if I ever came to Florida or if I had ever had a problem with the King branch of the family that sent me there. Very soon, I will try and tell a major dumbed down version, of what I've come to call, the 6-D Dream Weavers Secret. It is my honest and best possible opinion, based on 60 years of personal life and experimentation with these things; that before anyone can ever JOIN the ESS, or activate their natural advanced-exploratronic abilities; (being a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON; he or she MUST FIRST MASTER the acceptance of reality and the simple manipulation of the mechanics; pertaining to the D-6 Dream Weavers Secret or 'D6DWS' for an abbreviation.


I really do promise and guarantee that when I impart to these blogs, how this D6DWS deal operates, and if you should decide to ever try playing with it at all, you will watch stuff that has happened in your own lives, folks, begin to curve at that exact point, and make major changes that you won't be able to dispute are a direct result of performing some simple mental and written exercises here and there when the mood strikes you to do so, and you will get the mind blow of your life. Still, you won't ever wish to move to the stage following that, that I will explain later on, and that I shared with Dave Roth that night in July of 1997, and he just wouldn't cross that adult's line in the sand of logic and reasoning.

Now originally, I had my blog for Saturday the twenty-fourth all planned out in an exact way, and for an exact purpose. As stated and shown, the Digital Gods refused me permission for what I wanted to do. So now, we have all these extra broken blogs, but we also have the fact, that I am going to open up this new door and lead you in February of 2015, down into a cosmic corridor that I had decided not to take my viewers, you know, into the mysterious mind blowing D6DWS. As said and now in reiteration; this is like a flash back to an afternoon at my job at Cifaloglio in 2006, when I was doing songs on my karaoke machine, for sending to the U.S. Copyright Office. 
   

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 [ 3 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.
PAu003351785
2007

As for the tunes with my arranger TOM GLENN, his arrangement on LOIS FOCA was in 1981,  and was the same music track that was used on my demo-tunes projects, even though his name does not show up. This would most likely be on one of these two projects as listed below.

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Name (NALL) <
Full Title
Copyright Number
Date
 [ 8 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr demo tunes.
PAu000325091
1981
 [ 9 ]
Mohr, Mark W., 1954-
Mohr tunes.
PAu000411864
1982


Now, the songs that he was given credit for arranging; appeared on my copyrighted projects, as follows:

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Name (NALL) <
Full Title
Copyright Number
Date
 [ 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
 [ 26 ]
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
PAu000204016
1980


Now he also arranged “LOST LOVE” in 1980, but as many know, this is a huge story with Lenny McKinnon and many unscrupulous industry insiders of those times, and they managed to cleverly abscond money and sell me out with that song to boot. We need not touch on this, as music is not the topic of this blog right now.


Well you fuckiGN miserable witch shit whore Jane, you almost got me again, but I caught it at page mother fucking ten. The gods know how much I despise your ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



JANUARY 25, 2015,
SUNDAY MORNING AT 2:35,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 47 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 93%, FEELING LIKE 45 DEGREE.
RANGE OF TEMPERATURE SO FAR, (H-47/L-46)
WINDS ARE BLOWING NW AT 4, WITH NO GUSTING.


A lot of people think because I know things; I should be able to make my life a paradise utopia. This is a similar world shared concept with many ideas, and various items. It also is one huge mother fucking pile of lies and turtle shit, squared, and eaten. We all know how to jump off a cliff. All of us who can swim, know how to go out in th ocean at night and swim out until we no longer can see any light and just keep on going. We all know how to find a rock and throw one at a police officer. Knowing stuff does not improve a person's life. At best, knowing stuff, allows us to take what we know, maximize the good things as best as we're able to do, and minimize the bad things, just as much as we are possibly humanly able to do, as well. I know many secrets about life, about death, about the so called cosmic-everything, about space and time, about eternity, about why people have done unspeakable and beyond despicable things to me. I could type on all night long with this. It only proves that knowing is just that, it is knowing. If knowing made us rich or happy, or stopped illness or stopped bad luck and rotten circumstances and poor hands of life-cards that are dealt to us; we all would be sitting in libraries reading or at our computers all of our waking time to Google up all and any information on all and anything we could possibly be able to learn or have an interest in. There is more to it, and life is SO WAY NOT THAT FUCKING SIMPLE. Yet I trudge along year in and year out, having to explain to people that I know many many powerful things, yet that does NOT put me in the drivers seat towards a charmed life, such as life of Cousin Donald. Didn't any of you out here, stop and seriously wonder for minute or so, just why for example, this dude HAS SUCH A MARVELOUS CHARMED LIFE, ''TO QWUOTE HIM''? I mean if it never crossed your mind, it doesn't prove a lack of jealousy, but merely a lack of mental activity. No offense, but this is truth, live with it, hate me and drop my blog, but I care enough about all my potential readers, to at least be dam ass honest with all of you, even if you all go away and leave me at a zero-count. As long as my blogs exist, YOU WILL GET THE TRUTH, sure, my angry slant on it as someone who's been big hyper time wronged by a thousand nasty evil monster people over the course of a non Paul Simons lifetime; and also without any Chrodochrome photographs, of Bob McGuire,  on 10-SC Avenue, of Atlantic City, NJ-USA.

Now I am pasting in bit by bit of earlier texts.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY OF 1-24-2015
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY OF 1-24-2015

IF THIS BLOG DOES NOT RETRIEVE WHAT WAS LOST; THEN I WILL HAVE TO RE-TYPE IT!
It managed to get some back, but not all of it. Some was lost, and I did a re-tell compression earlier on this blog, CH.-15.


I had some powerful wild dreaming-interactions, or hyperspace adventures before arising this morning at just shy of half past eleven of the clock, folks. Jerry Heitzmann was standing next to me or really sort of in front of me and a tad to my right, and we were both on a beach that I totally did not recognize. I had told him a joke and he did not get it, and I pat him gently on the shoulder with my right arm and said, “It was just a joke buddy” He looked at me very strangely and I thought he was a little angry, and I repeated that whatever it was that I had said, and I do not remember now by the way, but I said it was a joke, twice. Then I said something else and called him 'buddy' again, and remember saying as he was looking at me quite bewildered, ''Hay, I thought we were buddies?''. His expression became more relaxed and less defensive, but he did not seem to know me. Also, he was near sighted as was I, even as a youth of middle teen years, and never wore contact lenses, just wire frame glasses. He had no glasses and yet seemed to be able to see perfectly. After a short while, I excused myself and went about ten yards away to sit down where my towel and shoes and clothes and small beach umbrella appeared to be. I turned after maybe half a minute, and Jerry was standing there and then he sat down on the sand. He was always a large boy, and had grown into a very large and muscular tall adult. I last saw him when he was shortly to turn age seventeen and I was just a ways past age eighteen. I had stopped growing by about age seventeen, but not all people get ripped off as did I, and can grow in some cases well into the twenties of their age. In Jerry's case, he must have, as he was quite a lot larger in both girth as well as stature. He asked me if I remembered him calling my apartment in 1977 at Carriage Lamp, he was 21 at the time and I was 22. I was working at the Mars Graphics print shop and had no time at all other than for work or sleep. He reminded me of how that upset him and how he was in need of my friendship and I was too busy working. Even one of my cousins used to ride me for working two and three jobs in my studio days, when he came to visit me on Main Street in Williamstown, with his mom, my first CUZZ Carol Mason. Moving this on, he said his mom, Marie Heitzmann, had indeed relayed the message from me in the early nineties, when I was trying to get in touch to see how he was doing after his father had passed away. Quite simply put, his dad and I were not the most harmonic personalities together, and we clashed and he was not afraid to treat me shitty and I didn't like it, and just as with family and relatives, I told my mom when I turned 18, no more visiting family in Pennsylvania or New York, I'M DONE. Why should I have to go places and be fuckiGN treated like cow shit? But back to my beach story 'dream' with Jerry. He said someone was reading my blogs to him, and he was really getting a kick out of them and couldn't wait for me to introduce him to the great Sarah Krassle. He was always fascinated by HER, even early in the seventies, and I did tell him a lot about this wild girl of total mystery. I remember however, in a semi-kind but stern tone, “Hey Jerry, you acted like you don't know me or remember me a few minutes back when I was calling you buddy, what gives”? He then took a stick about a foot or a tad longer that was laying on the beach right near where he was sitting next to my bright blue beach towel, and he wrote the name SARAH KRASSLE, over and over and over. When he ran out of room, he got up and cleared all kinds of new areas, making them flat and easy to write on, and then again, writing HER NAME, over and over, without so much as uttering a single word. Then he pointed the stick at me and said, “You want the highway, go to the highway”, and instantly, I was in a car that I did not recognize from this parallel universe life where I now type this blog; and no one was in this car with me and I was on Highway 295, back up in New Jersey, and it was hot summertime, and all the windows were down and open in the car, and I was not using any air conditioning, and then it suddenly was later than mid day and was around the last few minutes of time before sunset with a glaring bright orange-red sky off to the west and story dark gray and black clouds off to the east and ahead of me to the south while I was riding southbound on this highway. I began yelling Jerry-Jerry, and then I realized that I was in a parallel universe or as you would say it people, having a lucid dream experience. The car suddenly began to lurch and race forward, and I managed to bring it back under my control but was very concerned that it had done this and was trying to pull over, but as this all happened, traffic in front of me suddenly was stopped and fire trucks were racing down the northbound lanes across the grass barrier, one after another, and then police began to give the all clear for all traffic to begin moving again on both sides of this highway. I drove to the first exit after a few more weird experiences happened to me, one being a truck making a UUEE and coming right back towards me against highway traffic. When I got off at the Black Horse Pike exit eventually, the car caught fire and blew up and I managed to get out before I saw the biggest explosion I ever saw with a car, topping even the one in the great famous movie, with Sharon Stone, “CASINO”! I walked away and felt in my pants pockets to see what would be in my wallet, to check out my keys to see if I recognized them, as well as my ID on my license. Just as I was opening up my wallet, a giant fleet of helicopters came beyond crash level low over me, and began to hover, and one began to yell out to me, Frank turn that fucking stereo down Pomona Boy. I looked at my license, and it read, Francis Callio This was Sarah Callio's brother, the Sargent of the Atlantic City Police Department back in the middle nineteen-nineties. Then I slid a small section of business cards out of another area in this wallet, and their was a small two by two inch mirror, and I looked, and I was indeed Frank Callio. In this distant part of hyperspace, I appeared to be one and the same with Frank Callio. Then the helicopters all flew away and right after this, a small blue colored pick up truck came along, and stopped, and the driver window rolled down, and it was Jerry Heitzmann. He started to giggle at me, and then the persistent giggle became a raucous nasty laugh. After this went on a while, he said you also know me in distant hyperspace as the Phase-4-Entity (P4E) by the name of Jim Pratt. As some may know, this was the main character of my 1994 fictional copyrighted book, called, “The Permission Barrier”. He threw something out of his car and sped away roaring louder than a hungry bear. I went over and picked it up and unfolded it about eight times or so, and it was an eight and a half by fourteen inch thick sheet of light green bond paper, and on it was a page from my blog dated in 2017, the same way I paste in the date and weather page right now and have been doing. After the date, this print out showed that I was not in Florida, but in Maple Shade, New Jersey, and was planning to buy a home in Williamstown, New Jersey. Whether or not I had ever lived in Florida or had interactions with the great KING branch of the family, and especially Paula, was not made clear from this, but I did have a cell phone in that universe, and in it, were pictures of kids I did not recognize, and I had a wife by the name of Danielle Callio, whose maiden name was, and get ready to faint if you're a major Star Trek fan, Sarjenka. It seems that in this universe, I had two sons and three daughters; Christ, what a frikkin' brood. I remember no other details, but I know that there was a parallel universe where in 1976 while asleep in my mom's apartment in Media, Pennsylvania, on Jefferson Street, called the Jamestown Apartments; I was with this character who then I called, “Sarah Krasse's brother”, to exactly quote me. This dream took place in the same exact few square feet of space where I was told, “You want the word, go to the word”, and now, it was Jerry Heitzmann saying the word HIGHWAY, instead of the WORD. I remember walking and ahead of me was darkness and a few lights on in houses and a few dim street lights. I knew if I just stopped thinking and kept walking that I would wake out of the experience, and I did. There is a complicated addition however to waking from a lucid experience and even just waking, that I will get major big time into, as the next blogs follow along.


The very first time that I had my paranormal exploratron attack, was in a classroom in first grade towards the end of the school year, in Miss Mulhall's class. Right after recess ended and everyone was back in class along with our teacher, early in the afternoon, at the Richland Avenue Elementary School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania; a group of exploratrons all jumped into various students, sitting all around me, and one by one, and for absolutely no god dam mother fucking reason whatsoever on this gods green brown Earth; they began telling the teacher, Miss Mulhall; and I quote, total lies concerning my behavior on the school bus, “He hits on the bus, he spits on the bus” and although I managed to put the rest of this below my conscious mind because it was so horrendous for a six year old child to have to suffer this horrendous mother fuckiGN torment and torture when I'd done no such thing, and in fact, I thought I was losing my mind, and that I had done all these things, and was going fucking crazy. It took me years to realize eventually, that this was not me, as usual, being the bad guy, but the evil dirt bag fawces of Mister Hall, doing despicable and monstrous things to me. Yes the start of my second decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE MOHR, or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing me the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games containing playfield after playfield of nothing short of my mother fucking life in total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL, with or without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies and other birds singing that the springtime is here. So if I had to tell where I first fucking cock sucking encountered this life long paranormal esoteric shit all around me, it would be in Quakertown in the first years of the nineteen mother fucking cunt sixties. Then right around this same time, came the dead children who spoke to me at playgrounds, two different ones, the little boy my age, and the little girl my age. Now people, I am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS FUCKING ASS IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would belong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago, I would encounter a lot of entities while 'exploring-dreaming', towards the ending years of this century's first decade; and they would seem to enjoy finding me in very unpleasant situations, and would love to say to me along the lines of, or on many occasions, directly quoting the words here, “Try getting out of this one”, sometimes adding and using my first or Christian name of Mark, other times, not doing that. Recently this happened, and has not happened for about two or three years that I can pull up in my head right at the moment. My daughters Pee and MY were with me at some small private get-together, like a back yard pool party with no fence lines separating homes on both sides as well as beyond on the other side where a home sat at the next street over. No one seemed to be living in any of these other homes, and it all appeared to be deserted, or at least, I was somehow of this opinion, based on some observations while there quite a while, that I won't bother getting into. Pee was telling me that Zvonko was trying to buy the rights to her computer towers, and she told him to get lost several times, and MY heard this conversation, and walked over closer to us from where she had been with her family, having a nice time talking and dangling feet into the pool. She said next time he comes around, have him call the eighty four sixty four number around just shy of 3 in th afternoon next Friday. I am just telling what happened. Suddenly Ann King walked into the party from the street, along the side area of the house and she was shouting that her daughter died for nothing; and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and destroyed; and that they are very evil. She was asked to leave; and suddenly her son Joe, and her grand daughter Gemma, Joe's kid; also popped up, coming from the same side of the house. Suddenly at this exact point, I remembered being in this house a thousand times, and living a life there every bit as real as the life I am living here. Gemma called Pee a real nasty bunch of names and PEE glared at her. They are both powerful giant goddesses, but PEE is a super giant goddess. She grabbed Gemma and tore one of her arms right off of her shoulder., and then she pushed her powerfully and helplessly into the deep end of the yard in ground 25 foot long swimming pool. No one did anything other than stand there and watch all of this go down in absolute horror. Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and the pool was full of red blood. She was dead. An outside intercom system had a radio placed near the send station and the button switched to on, and the radio station began to play an old Chiffon's song from the middle sixties that was one of my faves at the time, called, “Sweet talkin' Guy”. After this song ended, the female Deejay began to speak about something mundane, maybe it was an advertisement for something, and then suddenly, the voice of Gemma overtook the system, and only her voice could be heard. She said that she did not appreciate being killed, and that PEE would pay for this. Then like in a zombie movie, her dead body in a trance like state began climbing out of the pool and walking over towards PEE. I ran over to try and stop her, and she struck me in my solar plexus with the force of a fucking freight train, and I doubled over totally windless and unable to inhale a breath, falling further and all the way down to a fetal type position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her in her face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable, looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow color. Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pound of her, a girl made of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and she threw her 30 yards through the air crashing her against the house, right on the hard bricks, and also near enough to the dining room windows to totally shatter all of them out with a loud shrill chilling frightening sound. Both of her legs were broken, and yet she floated up without her legs operating, and began floating over to PEE, and PEE hit her again; this time so hard that it sounded almost like a sonic boom. Gemma's entire head broke into ten pieces or more, and each broken piece literally rolled off of her neck, and some of the guests were throwing up and fainting all over the place while all this terrible horror was going on. Then the entire swimming pool turned bright cherry red and began swirling around as if it was a hot tub on full force and not a pool at all. Watery blood came shooting up and out all over the lawn, and as this was happening, the flowers and grass everywhere that was contacted by this horrible blood-water, instantly shriveled up and turned brown-yellow, and died in seconds. My heart began beating so fast, I was pretty sure I was going to have a fatal heart attack. Then after my heart was pushed beyond its limit, it exploded in a massive coronary thrombosis. I found myself in the year 2055. Suddenly PEE was holding onto my arm and we were standing in a cemetery and a funeral was going on. It was the funeral of my older daughter, who had just died a week earlier in September of that year, and I asked PEE what the date was, and remember distinctly asking this of her, and her telling me, “Daddy, it's September twenty-second”. Then the dreamshift took me to another place I have never seen before; batting me now 3 for 3, for not recognizing any of these three scenes so far in this super wild experience from a few days ago that I did not get around to telling about on any of my blogs. I asked PEE why I am still here as Mark Wayne Mohr, at age 100. She took out a mirror from her purse and gave it to me, and I stood there in utter shock. I looked exactly like the photo on my blogs, only I was 100 now, going on 101. Then the earth shook violently and voices came from every grave in the entire place, sending people right after the funeral had ended and folks were just standing all around talking solemnly to each other; all running for their lives in sheer and total fear. Then I saw them, the three 'ESS-LADIES' that I had been introduced to, in a parallel universe, in early 2014; 41 years earlier. They had that witch laugh just like we all see in the fucking movies, and I stood my ground and demanded to know what they wanted of me, and did they have no shame and no humanity, since I had just lost my daughter and was here attending her funeral. Then one of them said to me, I am your daughter, the first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, and just try getting out of this one, and with that, they all grew to about twice normal height, around 11 feet high. FCC, Bob McDowell, this is now the third mother fucking time, they have used their fucking (DISAPPEARING WORD HACK) on me. I just now went to fuckiGN cunt repair the last one, and the Milituforce did it again; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, A FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING HACK OF WORD DISAPPEARANCE, in total fucking cunt lapping violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A UNITED STATES BORN FREE FUCKING CUNT EATRING CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now they struck me with a mother fucking (`~HACK), BOB MCDOWELL, and I really could cunt lapping use some mother fucking help here, FBI, ACLU, and all other civil fucking servants, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank fucking you!

I said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006. Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person to person, just what this offer is all about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live in, I died fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!



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NOW IT IS THE MIDDLE OF 2010 AND I AM ON 25TH
STREET AND ORANGE AVENUE, AT THE HARVEST.

We can get back 2 my nightmare job, this new nightmare shituation, and so much more that is pertaining 2 this hell, but later on. When I met April Lee, my social worker on paper until I am on the program, if I do not run away 2 Americana or expire first, at the tax collector place yesterday 2 get my temp-tags, THEY pulled a huge major fucking trick. THEY all ready knew exactly where she was gonna park and I was following her, and another lady resembling her in a vehicle resembling her vehicle, pulled out next 2 her, and I then followed it out thinking she had 4 whatever reason got a call perhaps on her cell phone or what the fuck ever, but here I fucking am now following and technically stalking another girl in a vehicle, 4 miles. Eventually, I figured out the trick, and made a fast U turn and booked back 2 where I had left, 2 find her almost raucously laughing, she knew what had happened and figured I would realize it eventually as I did, and indeed return 2 the building. Just tell me peeps, just go ahead and fucking tell me that shit like this is going on with U on a daily mother fucking basis, just go ahead, LIE THE FUCK 2 ME, GO AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody else is experiencing this continual mother fucking bullshit, nobody, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But U ain’t heard diddly squat yet Whoopee Goldberg!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT DIDDLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





AND MY LIFE IN FLORIDA AFTER THE KING FAMILY WIPED ME OUT BACK IN HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, CONTINUES ALONG, IN AGONY AND MISERY, JUST AS WHAT THEY WISHED ON ME, AND MAYBE A LOT MORE. BUT A LOT MORE WAS HAPPENING THAN THIS, AND ONLY A FEW ARE PRIVY!!!
Friday, December 11, 2009
THE END OF MORIANITY
“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL DIRECT, FINAL BLOG”
Subtitled: Camel Straws and Levy’s Gang
3:39 PM, Friday, eleven December, 2009
Beginning:

Well peeps, this is where I bid U all a fond ado and farewell. U will not B seeing me around, maybe never, maybe a bit later on, but not 4 at least well into the next year when I have established myself some place far away from where I am.
This is the day I AM leaving, and without my JEEP, my PEEJ, or anything that is basically 2 much beyond the clothes on my back, a few small bags, and my car. Lucky 4 me that I always take several bags 2 work with me, so I won’t B questioned at door check, by Warden Dawn Monster King.
She went off on me today after her mom left me alone here with her. She told me that she won’t bother me, how many times have I been lied 2 in this world by people, and then called a liar myself? Wow, more of an irony here than all the parkways and driveways on the planet. So I have 2B the one who leaves and drives into the darkness, without a plan or any way of knowing anything about what tomorrow will have in store 4 me. Dawn said that it is ALL MY FAULT. I am the reason that everything is wrong around here, she of course never makes any mistakes or does anything less than perfect.
She said that I am the reason 4 her distant cousin Mariah’s troubles, that I broke up her parents, and am now doing the same thing 2 her and Chicky. I do not have the smallest idea what she is talking about., I am in the middle of this. Chicky demands 2B shown the house where Dawn, not me, had been cheating on him at, with her new bar pick up. I am ordered by both of them do things that put me in the middle of their marital affairs, and then I get the blame from both of them. Long story short, there is no way 2 win, and all I can ever have here is endless abuse and misery.
Ann had a death in her family that Dawn never even knew these cousins, so while Dawn is here at the house with me, she is at a viewing and later will stay at the Harbor overnight and B all day Saturday as well, and come back late Saturday night or else on Sunday.
Dawn told me if I try 2 leave, she will have the FBI after me, and tell the landlord agent all kinds of lies about me. It is laughable, her mother would stand up 4 me and she will never get away with all of this monstrous horror, but she has become totally off the wall mentally diseased, and lately, over the past weeks, has started degenerating further and faster.
There is nothing I can do but leave the few possessions I owned all behind, and take off into the night. I will get Chicky at his job, and all ready have the car bags in the trunk, and that is that. This is the end of nearly 5 years of totally unsuccessful blogging that only led 2 my meeting these monster people, by first being at the library so as 2 use their computer, as I had none then, and then from there going 2 Ed’s apartment in Judge Raso’s rooming house, where Ann and Dawn lived upstairs. This was all destined and definitely totally pre-destined 2 all happen 2 me, right down 2 me pounding these keys on this board right this second.
Dawn also said that when Chicky gets drunk and punches this guy who Dawn was sleeping with, and ends up in jail, it will B all my fault. I am the one that engineered all this, just 2 break up her and Chicky. Yeah, I have nothing better 2 do with my life than give 3 shirts whether U and Chicky break up or stay married 4 the next 90 years. Yeah, I have some big ulterior motive. Now this kind of talk is founded on her mental delusions and major psychiatric disorders, with no basis whatsoever in reality. Call me a nut case all U want, I know what true mental disease is, I live in the same home with it and have now since late August of oh-nine.
Well is there really ever a right or a proper place 2 begin something, or end it, such as MORIANITY? Something like this, has only its own living entity, and is as timeless as the void. The simple truth is that they killed my mother, and then did everything they could 2 get me wiped out, so that all my evidence that Dave Roth and I collected through the years, could all B made 2 disappear in the famous vanishing acts of the Vegas History Marker Vanishing Club.
No matter what happens 2 me now, I will derive extreme pleasure in bringing this insane demonic monster down, and by leaving, and he having no more slave or whell man 2 take her all over creation and back, it will B a short march of days, B4 she will B put back in her cage where animals and pure trash, all belong. Maybe it was meant 2 take 30 years or so 4 Donna’s prophecy 2 kick in. Whether the morning light and the dawning of a new day will bring all of us 2 total destruction or me 2 a new beginning, nobody can know, but I do know that I cannot stand one more night in this house with this evil sick piece of filth. Ingrate is not the word, she is beyond any ingrate. I have done, as her mother said 2 me, more 4 this piece of ugly disease, than anyone has ever done 4 another, and out of the kindness of my heart, and all I ever get back, continually, is major disrespect, threats of physical violence, and total non appreciation. Her mother said 2 me that she brought Satan’s twin monster into this world, and I know 4 a fact that she just might B totally accurate. In any case, this is it 4 me, 4 blogging on the internet, a total waste of time that led 2 my absolute demise and obliteration, so Arnie, I will not B back, and U can go terminate that one buddy.
Morianity was an attempt 4 me 2 tell people that a terrible injustice had been done., The more I went along, more injustices kept right on chasing the all ready existing story as per the time it began getting blogged. These R the weird beyond belief things that I would notice on real super bad (BOTBAR) days, in years and decades past, while I was attempting 2 record what happened around me while driving on the road, and super siege was all around me no matter where I went or what I did. Many times, I would find myself totally unable 2 keep pace with the new events while still trying 2 record the all ready past events. This is no coincidence. I take this as a total sign that some powerful thing, B it a gods-game, or whatever, is occurring in the universe, and it is not alterable. Also, the MIKE GUTHERMAN SYNDROME kicks in here as well. This was a landlord I had in 1976, in a crummy apartment system , actually he was the resident manager, and his name was Mike. One day,B4 moving out, I gave him some of my possessions, some phonograph records, and a few little things that I did not wish 2 bother lugging 2 the next place. He looked me up about 3 or 4 months later in my new place, and went 2 the trouble of finding me at the new place, miles away, and told me his entire life was destroyed, and it happened ever since I gave him these things. His wife left him, he lost his job, and he was homeless. UI used 2 envy him and his gorgeous wife, and thought they had it made. Something is going on, I may not know exactly what it is, only that atheists R so full of shirt, they stink from here 2 next Halloween.
Well, so Morianity is about 2 end, not for 70 days, but either a lot longer than this or maybe forever. So let me throw in the ending 2 one part of the Cherry Hill nightmare back in 1986 when life went from bleak 2 over 4 me. I told U last night that these 2 men, a father and son team, were 2 meet us in the driveway of the home on Marlton Pike. They were late, and mom and I decided 2 leave. Somehow they knew it had been us waiting there as they pulled up late, and chased us down a busy highway 4 a mile B4 we realized it was most likely them, and decided 2 pull over onto the shoulder. How many times do I remember mom and I saying 2 each other, if only we had just kept on going. People R not all in some huge conspiracy, and the reason mentally ill, persons develop this paranoia is because they R unable 2 distinguish between energy running through things such as people, animals, weather, machines, and so forth, and instead just C the physical material THING that is DOING something. The paranoia is real, but is never properly directed at the spiritual energy behind the curtains of Oz. This all though I truly admit 2 not having even close 2 all the answers about, is what is going on, and not what appears 2B happening. First it is a world of energy, and then conscious mind unscrambles this by dividing everything somehow by light speed squared. Simply put, it is set up 2 intentionally mislead us, 4 whatever the reasons, but still, this is the fact.
Morianity is not important. I tried 2 tell things, and I failed. Masters knew all along, I went about it the wrong way. U were correct Mister Klemp. However, I had a 2nd reason 4 doing this. I wanted someone 2 help me. This is not a world like that, and I was very naïve. I grew up a lot more again, Mackey and McDowell, how about U dudes?
Well, if I can escape tonight, I am gone, so do not look 4 blogs after the weekend from Mountainpen, if U do not C one later on within 12 hours or so of this post. This will not B a 70 day experiment. I am trying 2 get away with my life, and only the gods know what will become of me now. Find someone else 2 take over an Otammite vehicle and use the device in their trunk, Rog. Where were U when it all hit the fan here with your deranged sick butt wiping cousin? Thank her 4 this, she left me no choice, I fear 4 my safety here. I will tell the FBI man, Steve Caruso a lot more about what she has done 2 me, than anything she can ever dream of telling him, BRAH. So Dawn, bring it ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will CU in HELL, U MONSTER, U AND YOUR WASHCLOTH FAMILY from the fires of HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF ALL OF MORIANITY:
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
MOUNTAINPEN LIVES ON AT DADDY'S TREASURE COAST
Paranoia can indeed B overdone. Still the area in-between naivety and paranoid delusions or overly exaggerated perceptions on the part of humans, is an extremely gray and uncertain ranging area, and always will B. I would much rather C imaginary boogeymen all over and B safer and more well prepared, and laughed at, and safer, than B part of the MAROLA-CROWD, and end up bleeding out on the night streets of Manhattan in some real bad hood.
The famous property investor/medical powerhouse who I do not personally know, from the Florida area, is not the name I gave, and some few may have decoded and deciphered it from well scripted clues given on my recent blogs. He and the girl he has stalked 4 twenty plus years, verifies my so-called delusions r anything but, they R indeed totally real. No one can clearly define in ways that would legally stand up in a court of law, how an accurate and acceptable measurement of knowing where this great mental line of demarcation really can indeed B drawn.
The entire trip was siege and hell, it was off the scale. and it no longer matters and perhaps never did matter, where I go or where I am. What matters is blackboards, and men named "SMITH". They knew back in the great '70 that all of this was real with me, it was all totally real then, as it is all real today, at any velocity. Now if this posts automatically, I will know not 2 repeat what I just did.
OK, it did not, machines R totally part of the dream that we all R experiencing, there is no real reliable and accurate predictability, and never was there, nor will B
First, without any offense meant at all, Morianity tells an un-tellable story. No words have ever been designed 2 make possible, they never will exist, and this is Y the ancient Pentecostals knew of this mysterious situation and classified it as SEAKING IN TONGUES. This issue has been very confused due to the normal religious bickering and split offs between the many historical denominations of the last 1800 years or so.
Can a family B huge and part of mysteries that go beyond words and mans entire spectrum of all accepted things, totally out of mankind's framework of acceptable possibilities? Well, I know 4 sure that this answer is indeed a resounding YES. People have seen and witnessed things, they or many of them R no longer around, where they REALLY R, is anybody's friggin' guess, BRO. What family is being talked about here, mine, TAWF, both? How about I do not totally know and when I do not know something then I am the first 2 admit that I do not know, so let me leave that right where it is 4 now, K?
How did I manage 2 entirely alter the society of the global interaction all around me over the course of say the past 3 and a half decades? Simple. It is not just me involved in this, and what comes 2 mind is an old and very great black and white version of the sixties OUTER LIMITS show, where several geniuses all were part of a huge mission, and then after the thing got close 2 becoming realized, they started 2 know each other. The entertainment-world is part of a huger deal than all the movies concepts all put together. They all R here, and so R many other GROUPINGS, but the problem with James Redfield's concepts, or his so-called MAYAN all-knowers-that typed or made up this manuscript, discussed in his book, is that none of any of these powerful mystical geniuses understand that all is but a dream, and the dream is part of a huge game, and that the reason 4 the games is DISTRACTION.
There is no bullshit about exploratronics, notice I used the word in blogs long B4I actually discussed details about it, this is the parlor trick of MC and her nickname being in the starting of the 1986 copyrighted tape called, REAL GOOD GIRL. Y did it change my life, and Y did the neighbor across the street in Babylon, LI, at 176, U know what Drive, have the number of that address, and how can all this B if it is not a huge 2008 World Series Parlor Trick. Time prevents me from going into 2 much more on today's blog, the library gives me a measly 30 minutes and I have been also given annoyers as part of the equation, MC knows who she sent over. Her problems R known 2 her, and she is wise 2 keep them all 2 herself. Maybe she overcame her problem that permitted her newest release 2B done on HS-sis birthday, was overcome with the very expensive CSV-computer prog, if she Millie Vinnilli's it at concerts, that might not B so wise. Still, a sophisticated CSV prog can b made 2B used in live stuff, with the bucks she has, still, I have ears, and was a sound man, and know what I heard that night. Then again, maybe it explains the medical office and the PCN's show lots of wild tales as well.
Long story made short, the Julia white thing is real, so is Arthur Hunt. I may not always have all my facts totally straight B4I report them, still, I do know what I know, and as I speak, her annoyers just left the computer area, amazing, if it had been me, Ida been kicked oudda here, the rules with me R always quite different, and old issue, no need 2 revisit this, BRO.
end transmission 4 now, daddy's treasure is still here, and will B, MC, 4 a long time. Godda go, bye bye, and remember, the plans I have 2 show what I know is real, it is all coming and very soon.
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The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
Saturday, June 26, 2010
taxicab chapter 07
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WORLD LABORATORIES DATE AND TIME FILE:
C07-062610.380-BLOG CHAPTER #07
“Get Your Bloody Freaking Shoe Out of my Taxicab, Estelle Bassler, etc.
AE2MCSBT, now that I am really onto things, BRO, and we now,
Begin this transmission:

Starting on the next blog, this book will end and we will B doing the ‘real-end’ of all things pertaining 2 Mountainpen/Morianity, and will B labeling and titling the work as “SAFE-JOURNAL”. This is because, I was keeping a cassette taped life journal, starting on February first in the year of 1983, and thanks 2 descendants of the ALL MIGHTY EXPLORATRON and better known historically as EXPLORER, DEGAMA, it has all been totally wiped out and destroyed. It seems that April Lee, my Florida social worker, has attempted 2 learn about all the things that I lost, and it appears indeed, it is all gone, disposed of or in the hands of in my luck,. Unscrupulous peeps that could potentially, make the Senator Thompson interaction become part of this section of the hyperspace, in any event, I have forever lost a 5 thousand dollar television, a 40 thousand dollar stereo, and all of my clothes, pictures, papers, computer print outs, discs, tapes both A/V, and many other personal mementos, leaving it behind in exchange 4 saving my life, on that dark despicable night of the eleventh of last December, 2K9. Ann told me she cleaned my trailer back at Jenny Plageman’s Park in Mullica, New Jersey and got nothing out of it. U will hear the letter, not really U all, really me, as it just will now B safely tucked away in the powers of GOOGLE ENGINES and its owned blogger site of blogger dot com. I no longer give a rats behind who reads or does not read this stuff, it is all real, it is not made up, it is powerful, and it is my SAFE-JOURNAL, one that even the great DeGama cannot make ‘go away’, huh Jack Mick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of wiping out my life, this Atlantic City, New Jersey branch of DeGama’s mighty crew from the ‘future’, here and now, Ann King Silva was not working 35 hours 2 help me clean out of stuff, 4 nothing. She knew I had no money, and that I was on disability, it amazes me beyond any description how peeps think disabled peeps R FILTHY FUCKING RICH, it totally blows my mother fucking cunt eating mind!!!!! I have noticed it with everyone, Paul Pedersen, David Roth, the DeGama descendants in the Atlantic City and New Jersey family branches, and many others. It shows just how effective our new education and school systems must really B, DUH!!!!!! I have recently come 2 learn that I have not been quite as BOZKAHN’D Captain James Kirk, as I once recently had come 2 believe. Some would say I wanted 2B deceived by that delusion, well my response is that I have ears, know order of time events, and put the ‘2’s and 2’s’ together as best as is humanly possible, but still, the Bruce Pennock syndrome is always there 2 greet all of us, NEVER B DECEIVED ABOUT THAT TRUTH AND WISDOM-BITE THERE MY PEEPS!!!!!!!! We can forget about the 20’s, and barking yelping dogs, my friendly whittle 600 examiners. How I learned this is not important, I legitimately learned it. I am happy about it, I have no need 2 feel important, and any mention of this nonsense via some of the Dick Wolf stories such as the rock star and his daughter, is either purely as they claim, unintentional and coincidental, all of it that is, defying the odds necessary 2 win about 50 mega-million dollar jackpots, but that is a story 4 later journals, YO, anyway, I respect those peeps who do the Rob Hartley thing, U know, turn the page, we all must, even ol’ ass hole Mountainpen, if we do not, the page eventually wears out and crumbles up, leaving us in EWI, Mister big television Mayor. Wow would U have a fit if U read this blog today, Terry of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!! I will B all over the place, if U do not like it, SUE ME, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clock attacks from the disease-weeds of Jane not fond-a, R ON A ROLL!!!!!!! I cannot escape seeing constant and fucking continuous ones, they R all around me like flies on stenchy fucking disease, Doctor Cloaked McCoy!!!!!! Anyone that is willing 2 explain 2 me how a person who bends over runt slapping backwards 2 avoid seeing one-eleven and eleven-fucking-eleven every gods-dog day, yet is struck hard and pure-evil by this constantly, and can give me a real world good explanation, I’ll mother fucking shit myself at the freaking speed of light tri-squared!!!!!! The reason that I do not get the same curb service that Wendy does, the girl on the other side of the duplex home I am in, is that she is in a state programmed 4 handicapped peeps, and the social worker is helping me out of the kindness of her heart even though I am not on it. I am however, now a legal Florida resident, and road driver, my temporary car tag is on the car, and all of the New Jersey ID is gone and off. She helps me with a lot of things, but this evil place has no break 4 peeps like me, special ed cases, it cost me 408 fucking dollars, and I want 2 tell U all a story that can B all fact checked and totally verified by any doubter of me, and I know that I have many, so go screw your grandmas. A policeman that walked out 2 my vehicle yesterday 2 get the legal VIN number and odometer mileage reading, and he told me that the price never was this high until quite recently, the price actually doubled back last September, right shy of my hyperspace daughter Pee’s 11th birthday. Many numbers R so magical, but this new journal is public and not private, so even though lots of shit will B covered today, another Paula comes 2 mind, from WAYV Jersey FM Radio, and I must B real damn ass careful!!!! So who knew all ready, THEN, that I would B coming 2 live in FLORIDA, well, believe me, THEY knew, they knew it all, and BLUEBOOK IS A HUGE FUCKING WORK OF BULLSHIT FICTION!!!! {TIME TRAVEL IS REAL} AND I WILL B GETTING INTO JUST HOW THE IDEA OF parlor tricks R now falling very short of the mark IN EXPLAINING JUST 2 MANY FREAKING ASS THINGS, BRO!!!!!!!
There is no other way 2 explain a lot of new things that R all going down and have been going down, and it supports a whacky quantum dynamics theory that even old Albert refused 2 recognize until just B4 the time of his death, this is also fact check verifiable, peeps, so check it out, Mister BBBBB!!!!!!! In order 2 have certain things atomically unlock they first must unlock in stages in both matter and antimatter directions of movement in the 4th dimension, this is QM LAW!!!!!! Again, I know what is being totally said here, and this not being a private and safe journal, means I have 2 shut my fucking mouth B4 the next strike on the river, and we will get into this newest house of horrors in this blog, and that is a fucking promise. I discussed an incident at a psychic shop in New Jersey back in the year of 1996, called “THE GATHERING PLACE”, where my hub cap was hammered and broken while I was inside, and even heard it being done, the brazen cock sucking prick. When I got a short ways away from there, I stopped at a phone 2 call my house 2 let my mom know when I would B home 4 dinner. While trying 2 speak 2 her, a young African American male child kept telling me 2 look at my hub cap. He had just popped up out of nowhere at the place where I was telephoning my mom from, and how did he know that this was just done then and not done maybe weeks or even months B4 this, how? This same child is still around, and is still about the same age, and I would never forget his face in a million years, he is right here in Florida, hangs around the place I am in a lot, and no one knows ‘really’ exactly who (he) is. Now 4 some science information: Even when factoring in INTEG-MOLECULAR CELLULAR MICROBIOLOGY, using frequency generators, electrical polarity inverters, and blood transfusion medical equipment all tied together 2 cause cellular clock reversal, no grown up person can B made younger than the height of their young adult maximum fully grown condition was. This does not turn adults into children. I am not sure what would happen if integrenetronic technologies were used on a child, I have no knowledge whatsoever of this. It was never done in any future that I have visited exploratronically. So if certain theories R even close 2 the truth, the middle twenties has no such technology 2 send a boy of about age 13 or 14 back here 2 the years of either 2010, or 1996.But the story gets a lot better. Back around the beginning of March, he first approached me at the 25th Street place, and acted as though we knew each other and that we were old buddies. When I tried 2 poke around, I came only 2 learn that this is the ‘mystery-kid’ and no one has any answers about it. But it still gets a lot freaking better than this so do not jump yet 2 any kind of conclusion. At the beginning of this week, a famous football player of the future, and I do know the future, made contact with me also, in this place, and does not have a clue about his future. He tried 2 fix me up with a giant girl and is driving me like totally fucking nuts-ass, as the kids would maybe say this. I told him that I want nothing 2 do with him or his games. Unlike the kid, this is a fully grown post-age 18 adult, barely, or overgrown, but my point is that more shit is going on than I dare 2 talk about, and I knew it was all coming, days ago, weeks ago, even months ago, and still, none of fucking U have heard dog ass squat yet, not DOG ASS SQUAT!!!!! I have a lot of horrible giants chasing me at this nightmare place, it was OK 2 visit, but working there through the AARP, is a nightfreakingmare. I am getting no sleep, I am not eating, I am off my medications, and I will B dead and gone soon, I HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will not play DEGAMA’S GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that Diana has been away just when I ‘Randy fucking Van Warmer’ needed her freaking the 1979 MOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE RU DIANA, your moon is so lovely and full, but please, do not B FULL OF BULL, the sand from glass must indeed flee, and time is never gonna run out 4U and me, DZA, they saw 2 that in ’83, huh SHIRLEY GRANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We can get back 2 my nightmare job, this new nightmare shituation, and so much more that is pertaining 2 this hell, but later on. When I met April Lee, my social worker on paper until I am on the program, if I do not run away 2 Americana or expire first, at the tax collector place yesterday 2 get my temp-tags, THEY pulled a huge major fucking trick. THEY all ready knew exactly where she was gonna park and I was following her, and another lady resembling her in a vehicle resembling her vehicle, pulled out next 2 her, and I then followed it out thinking she had 4 whatever reason got a call perhaps on her cell phone or what the fuck ever, but here I fucking am now following and technically stalking another girl in a vehicle, 4 miles. Eventually, I figured out the trick, and made a fast U turn and booked back 2 where I had left, 2 find her almost raucously laughing, she knew what had happened and figured I would realize it eventually as I did, and indeed return 2 the building. Just tell me peeps, just go ahead and fucking tell me that shit like this is going on with U on a daily mother fucking basis, just go ahead, LIE THE FUCK 2 ME, GO AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody else is experiencing this continual mother fucking bullshit, nobody, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But U ain’t heard diddly squat yet Whoopee Goldberg!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT DIDDLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a dude who sweeps up and does light cleaning while I do the cooler stocking. He is my age, and has early senility, or Alzheimer’s disease, whichever. He told me that he never has dreams, that is until Wednesday night, U will never fucking believe what I will now type and tell, peeps!!!!!!!!! Suddenly he has this wild dream that the Vice President of the United States came over 2 the Harvest Outreach Center. He said that everyone is in real big trouble and that he was especially told 2 tell me “HIS DREAM”!!!!!!! Imagine a dream where U get told 2 tell the dream 2 someone else, Jesus Christ, and a mentally challenged man who does not ever remember his dreams in the first place, YO!!!!!!!!!! THEY build this stuff in the energy worlds, they have 2, there is simply no other scientific way 2 do all of this. Later on in the 5th and the 4th dimensions, this all then begins 2 take shape and form in the worlds of mass and matter. There is no way that any normal human could pull off a trick like the one done 2 me yesterday at the tax collector building, or really the municipal building here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. If I had a buddy and we tried and planned 2 pull this off for years and years, it would not have gone off as perfectly and smoothly as this, I know it and so does anyone else that is not totally brain-dead. If anybody alive anywhere on this planet knows totally and personally, that Einstein’s theory of energy equals mass times the speed of light squared is totally real, IT IS FUCKING ME PEEPS!!!!!!!! I’ve literally been there/done that, YO! Take that straight 2 the bank oh great king of uncle Babylon Nebuchadnezzar, YO!!!!!!!
I will tell U that somebody took me serious and actually investigated my giant girl situation. I can safely say no more about this right now, I need 2 protect others, screw me, I cannot seem 2 ever die and remain dead, I am still hopeful and pray every day and every night 4 death 2 claim me out of this fucking diseased nightmare hell, YO!!!!!!!! There is yet another strange dude where I am working, this wild dude with 15,000 tire rims, not tires, RIMS, and making less than 8 dollars an hour, is from good old Long Island, Uncle Heinz and family. This family now is in 4 lineages, Gottwald, Myers, Huntington, and Kathy Gottwald’s hubby, whoever the hell this dude is. It is all up on the internet somewhere. A lot of the family remained on the snooty island and a lot moved out of state, what else is new, typical family fucking bull shit, huh peeps????? Then there is the lottery dude, another wild duck. He has some strange number-beliefs and reminds me of an Astral Plane black cat with a wild strange name, huh Copyright Office Examiners of the ‘present-times’, whatever they may relatively B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me remind the world and me as well of a very important and factual piece of information. Individual ingredients in a kitchen, even if they were alive and sentient, would have no idea of a cook’s combined planned product and dish. So all put together, in time, when they R all put together, this is more representative of the energy or spiritual or astral world, or its equivalent. The separate ingredients in the TIME B4 they R combined, while they R neatly stored in the kitchen cabinet, represents the more material or matter/mass world, or its equivalent.
Early Friday morning around one of the clock or so, I was heading 4 bed 2 try and sleep just a tad. I said onto my taped life journal that I was gonna B talking soon about how I learned some interesting information at that strange bizarre computer-type school in Cherry Hill in 1970, not the PCI school in 1973, but the one at the Ellisberg Circle where I would ride my bicycle kept at the special education school, down the road, KINGS HIGHWAY, in Haddonfield, New Jersey. This was my transportation back and forth between the 2 schools 3 days a week if my memory is correctly serving me even at a small level. This is the same era in time where that powerful nightmare interaction occurred where the entire town of Historic Haddonfield, New Jersey, was utterly obliterated by some huge and horrific explosions. Instantly as I mentioned that the word {‘aboriginal’ and natives and Christopher Columbus} were part of one subject that these machines were in fact teaching me here at this outlandish place, POW, a major SHIT ATTACK struck me out of nowhere, I barely made it 2 the bathroom without a clean up job. After I had fallen into a very unpleasant and mystical sleep, I found myself in one of the most hellish freaking interactions in years and years, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I was right here in Fort Pierce, Florida in a large home. My home was the library, here on the Indian River. There was a huge carnival where all the festive activities R always held across from the library. It was called the “Raspberry Carnival”. I was with some strange peeps and suddenly a large battle ship was right off of the area we were all standing around, and it began firing horrible cannon shots. One shot struck my house, or the library, blowing everything totally up and horrible frightening monster-ass bright orange and red fire was everywhere. The ship attacked the entire town and destroyed it, and only I was alive when all was totally ablaze. I clearly remember the peeps I was with B4 they were obliterated saying the words, “WE’VE BEEN HIT”, after my home exploded and fire was hot and burning all around us. After the ashes all settled, the battleship docked and a large rowboat came ashore, and it was the Portuguese explorer DeGama himself, the Captain of the ship, and 13 of his men. They laughed raucously at me and told me if I did not remember him yet from the days that I served on his ship centuries ago, I would remember him now, after he wiped out 2 towns where I had resided, and then went onto raucously laugh some more in that very baritone and low voice of his. Then he got out of the boat and punched me in the stomach doubling me over, and then gave me a powerful kick, sending me down onto the pavement. He bent over me and with a very sharp and ugly looking dagger, began cutting me all up into pieces. After he left, the pieces all came back together and I stood up and watched him and his men rowing away and heard all of them laughing and singing ATLANTIC QUEEN, a song I wrote back in the year of 2000, huh Misses M????????????????????? If this nightmare was not enough 2 send chills up and down my Donna Gaines White-boy Goosebumps, I will eat dog shit at C-SQUARED ‘and like it’, Maxwell Smart. When I did awaken from this hellish interaction experience with my old ship captain from 500 years ago, 2 huge Geico Insurance salesmen had broken into my home, and I chased them until I was able 2 squish them both dead, so there Ed ‘LIZZY’ Himacane butt-wipe Manhattan-er!!!!!!!!!!
The laws protecting kids from the Robert McGuire’s of this world, R totally self defeating, just as locks as we all know or should know, R made 4 honest people. Those powerful Chicago mobster WHITE-SLAVER traders and bosses as the ones talked about in the book written by the ex-Senator John Decamp will get all the kids they want. But the peeps like me that need 2 learn who someone is, cannot dare even poke around, or else risk personal freedom and liberty. This entire PC thing is totally a nightmare, and one that was absolutely mother fucking pre-planned with major hyper time motives behind it, motives that all had 2 do with the destruction of not Haddonfield, not Fort Pierce, but of MOUNTAINPEN—MARK MOHR, BRR!!!!!!!!!!! YO!!!!!!!!
I hate having 2 share all of this publicly; I am only using a safe journal now because these monsters from the gods only know where, wiped out my original al LIFE JOURNAL, Chris Bennett!!!!!!! I despise and detest the fact that I cannot just protect this and keep it all private, maybe I can, there is more I need 2 learn about computers, the net, blogging, and so on and so forth. I have no power over the real cock sucking true bastards behind the PAWM-PIE-ERTTOS and all of their evil wicked MILLIONTH-COUNCIL trickery. These real and absolute entity-enemies R source based and totally originate in energy realms. Hence they appear so far 2B totally impervious 2 any of my counterattacks. It seems recently, a waste of my effort and my energy 2 even “SUIT-UP” 4 any of their controlled games. MAGNESONIC is worthless, of course with no radio or cable television or real connections 2 the outside world and current event news, I may have lots of shit fucking going on all around me and not even know that any of this is happening. Nothing would freaking shock me after that wild fucking interaction with DeGama the other freaking night, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 political correctness and its real agenda of wiping out MOUNTAINPEN planned from quite a long freaking ass time ago, peeps, I must tell U that it makes me very nervous the way this strange mystery-kid is gravitated around me and towards me, with no rhyme nor reason nor logical rational explanation whatsoever behind any of it. IT IS the same kid from 1996, and he is not one day older. I talked about a network of young persons even B4 the internet really caught on hardly at all, and since then have learned through the great “LAW AND ORDER” television show, that indeed even underage kids R in fact being used by law enforcement as sub-agents, or as this term is real hush-hush, as ‘informants’, some organized pattern should most likely exist somewhere and hence B behind all of this, but who is ever 2 really freaking know and have the definite answers and information. I can ask the great black cat, but he can B fucked with. When THEY know UR using it on certain things, they can interfere and make things happen in spite of what otherwise would go down. I know this, I have experienced it. I think of 20’s peeps as kids at my age, and try 2 stay away from all younger people, it is not possible now in my circumstances, ever since the nabes chased me out of my old life and into this quite obviously planned, NEW ONE, YO!!!!!!!! A famous 20th century sexist-feminist or whatever they call girls that want bad things 4 men, and express it openly and publicly, was quoted as saying, “We R not even until as many men have been raped by women, as women have been raped by men”. This is true despite that ridiculous other L&O show where they destroy that poor guy that was victimized by the 3 women, and say that he should B able 2 handle himself physically against 3 women. Pure weight calculation makes this totally absurd. Even fashion models of 110 pounds, this is a combined 3 girl weight of 330, and the average man is still less than 200 pounds, the world is operating win nonsensical illusions and total fucking bullshit, but who is asking Mountainpen??????? Paula King raped me, so wherever UR lady, UR even with me, U rotten slut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel the same way with the younger peeps after all the hell they have caused me now, all of them, not one exclusion, maybe I am holding the grudge more than some others I had believed falsely 2B, YO. Some of the shit done back 2 me no matter who said what, was not one bit nice!!!!!!!!!! So as 4 the getting even, I gave this kind of shit up when I went from boyhood into manhood, and it is immature of those that do not leave that kind of shit back in their freaking childhoods. Most peeps today that R grown up, R really kids in adults bodies, nothing at all like previous generations when peeps really did grow up after 20 or 30 years of living on this freaking planet.
Some may think that I have a fixation and obsession on finding a way 2 die and remaining dead forever, and U would not B all that ‘dead wrong’, YO. But the real ASTRAL-ME would have 2 wipe out my entire 5th dimensional existence, the ‘me’ collective in all of time in all of the parallel universes of the hyperspace. That is a non-possible job. Becoming on a pathway 2 being totally enlightened 2 this reality has caused and created a QM equivalent of Duncan McLeod, right down 2 when I moved out of Chris Blumville’s 506 Robin Hill, and into the home at 1406 ‘HIGHLAND’ Avenue, in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG. These R all facts, check it out with the DC Library of Congress, I copyrighted 2 music projects from this legal address in late 1983 and early 1984. I have had my entire life wrecked and destroyed, my education, my career, or any possible family life, all wiped out and mother fucking annihilated by total fucking rats ass sewer scum WOMO-TAWF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Destroying lives, if a GAME, shouldn’t B. No game should permit lives 2B permanently wrecked and wiped the fucking Christ out. The world through my prior blogs knows all about the bored-2-tears-clubs, where the super rich cannot find thrills, so they join this ‘lets fuck with the little-peeps of the world’ CLUB. I told U it is documented and factual. I told U about the dude who admitted it exists, that used 2 go around with his windows open in his car in California, shouting and cursing at everybody, just because he had no need 4 anything!!!!!!! THIS IS ALL FUCKING TOTALLY REAL!!!!!!
The BLUEBOOKERS CLUB is the real culprit behind a lot of pain and agony and misery however, of those who have abused and tortured by many in this fucked up COM, or Club Of Monsters!!!!!!!! The main mission they were on was 2 increase the membership drive by a million freaking percent in the other mighty club, the MISSOURIANS!!!!!!!!!!! Missourians, or ‘doubters and skeptics’ until proven 99 million ways over, R what is being discussed herein. They NEVER want the world 2 know what I know about hyperspace and Y human need 2 sleep and go into REM and interact!!!!!!! This is the hugest cover up in this fucking galaxy, YO!!!!!! Underestimate this at the risk and health of both yourselves and your loved ones, unless U have 8-10 digit net worth’s, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! U know Einstein, I am really wondering if squaring or cubing the constant, would create oneness and liquidity in both the 4th as well as the entire 5th dimension. I wish U and my pop were stall there talking 2 this day over in the Princeton, New Jersey Park, YO!!!!! I still would love 2 know just who the Exploratron was that obviously jumped into my own father and made him come back on the scene after 10 years on the Treasure Coast and other places. How he was fascinated with Northeast Philly mobster friend Frank Lombardo, and his many ‘waking-freezes’. They were planning a trip over 2 Chetchemel, Mexico or somewhere around there back in 1976. The billions of super hush-hush secrets that old dad had, sheeeeiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!! Dad and Dawn could really pronounce the old shit-slide, YO!!!!!! No one could ever compare, huh DONNA?????? Well, now that they and UR all gone, it is not just me ol spirits that R low, and moving so slow, but me ol life is turned into a mega hell nightfreakingmare, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone did a very bad thing, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U.
I am on this particular word process machine quite often, and the word ‘ENEMY’ has been scratched on the wood table that the machine indeed is sitting on, it is un-missable, unlike McGuire and McGettigan and Gallagher’s poor kids, huh senator DeCramp!!!! Atlantic City, Egg Harbor City, give me a break, none of this is real in any real world, am I right President James Earl freaking Carter, me ol pal?????? Ann the great King and her line from the north inlet shore of good old ACNJUSAESMWG, wow, is that a story, here is what U got me into Chris Bennett, ol pal!!!!!!!!! After I ran away from the kidnapping, of her and her wonderful daughter Dawn-Marie, here is a record of the letters that I endured B4I informed the probation officer that these letters were coming. B4I print them, even my SW does not C how they R threatening me, wow, Ann says my life is gonna get worse, and in came the nabes from hell, and WORSE IT FREAKING GOT, then Dawn says I better not ever run into her, Y, is SHE GONNA GIMME A WHITTLE WOLLWEEPOP AND SHAPE ME HAND???????? SHEEEEIIIT, gimme a freaking ass bweak, Elmer!!!!!!! Here first, is Ann’s nice letter 2 me, Dawn wrote first and the mail stamp date was 01/15/10, and mommy Ann’s was after that on the 19th day. Am I a lucky lad or what Uncle Nebyachts???????????????????????????????????
Hey Mark, Remember the day U were with Ed and U seen me walking down the street & U said who is that beautiful red head & Ed said she lives in the building where I live & she is my friend & U asked Ed will I ever meet her & he said yes then we became very good friends When U had a problem with the housing inspector and Jenny so I came over & met the inspectors qualification so U wouldn’t have a problem I cleaned that whole trailer 4Uand never got a dime do U think that was fair well I don’t So then U moved in with us and yes U were very happy Dawn fed U good meals and good food 2 take 2 work so U would not go hungry. Well I cleaned one mess & now U left us with another mess do U think that is fair. Now U stuck us with a lot of bills since UR on the lease UR responsible 4 your part of the rent The landlord is very up set with U. UR going 2 have 2 pay your part of the rent. U left us with all those totes in the basement so we would like 4U2 send us some money so we can pay someone 2 get those out of the basement because we R going 2 move & we R not taking them with us. I thought we were friends is this the way U treat friends no wonder UR having trouble with the people in A.C. so please don’t think it is going 2 stop in fact it might get worse U know I know a lot of people So please B smart and pay your debt 2 us it was easy 2 find U living in Florida you can write or call & let me know what exactly UR going 2 do --- - --- - ---- Ann
What fucking bull shit? I gave Ann a 300 dollar television set, a 400 dollar stereo set, nearly brand new and in perfect working order that were in my bedroom back in the trailer in Mullica. She told me that was fine. She acts like I wanted 2 live with them and could not feed myself. I only went hungry, AFTER, moving in with these horrible freaking monsters. I ate all the shit I wanted and weighed almost 300 fucking pounds, YO, today I am just over 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spin it any way U want, hear now is lovely daughter Dawn-Marie’s letter, and if U think I am printing their cuzz's letter, forget it. When I do not have enough facts 2 walk into a judge, I do not dare print shit like Roger’s note, YO, but here is Dawn’s BRO, and not brother Joe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mark, I can’t believe after all we’ve done 4U U would leave like U did. I want U2 know Steve Caruso is looking 4Ubecause U signed a year lease and skipped out. I can’t believe U walked out and left all your shit 4 me 2B responsible 4. I can’t afford 2 pay 2 remove your shit from the basement. So please make arrangement 2 pick it up or send me money so I can pay people. We R looking 4 another place 2 live U left me in a financial bind still owing me 4 electric and cable. I don’t know what was so terrible that we did 2U4U2 go the way U did. How could U say U were my uncle and do what U did. We may have not always gotten along but we treated U like family nobody here would have ever harmed U. UR a soulless mother Fucker and U better send me money 4 your shit or hope I never CU again. God don’t like ugly. Call us And let us know what your going 2 do about your stuff. (---) --- - ---- Dawn. As much as my mother did 4 your ass U left her without even a good bye And needing a ride 2 the doctor I wish U nothing but bad in your future! 'DMK'.
Well, she does not have 2 wish all that hard. This family took my life away, and here is their fucked up version of the story, so do not ever say I did not print it, and no, they do not speak in text-talk as I do, but I enjoy it. SO SUE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know how U escaped from the Rehab Clinic in Seacaucus, New Jersey after the 10th of July in 2006, and who helped U do it, and the Atlantic county Prosecutor knows it 2, but natch, will not touch it, not with names like Trump and even bigger, U think I was just tripping and falling off the Guatemalan turnip trucks last week YO??????????????????????
No one will believe me or take my side, and this world wonders YI want 2 mother fucking DIE, and plan 2 fucking KILL MYSELF, there is no choice, I am one fucked duck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots more shit is gonna get told, next week will B more hell, not only the job, but I will B in a fucking motel 4 two days while the house is being exterminated. They pay 4 it thank the damn gods, but who wants or needs this shit, and working at the same time, and all in 100 fucking degrees, every mother fucking damn day Admiral Whale-shit Suzanne!!!!!!!!!
This is all copyrighted as the blogs of Mountainpen and copyrighted as me and my name, both in legal name as well as my pseudonym name, none of this was ever the Copyright Office’s fault, maybe everything as Jimmy Buffet says, is true, and all though I am not a woman, maybe I am 2 blame, just 4 getting myself mother fucking born!!!!!!!!!!
Thanx 4 everything, idea stealer terminator, CU in areas where me ol granny’ll C her wovewee daughter, whaaaa!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE, YALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Folks, a lot of things have happened today. I have officially decided to take my bloody shoes out of Estelle Bassler's Trinidad taxi-cab, for one thing, and for another thing, I admit that I never offered Sat Nurine a photograph of the great President Grant, to come to the great HARVEST, but I needed to say that in order to see what would happen back in the early summer or late spring time in 2010.

Please have a very nice day folks, and remember, the letters that members of this wonderful family sent to me, were enough to topple the stock market, right after I posted them originally. I doubt they will have that effect again, so if they do not, please do not be shy about enjoying some of my music on Youtube, you really will not cause major weather disasters or cosmic catastrophe's. As MO would say so well, “I promise you that”.

Yes, starting right this minute, I will obey you, great TEEN QUEEN EMPIRE RULER. I promise YOU THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So thank you for telling me what you want me to do, and I fully understand why you needed to knock the living crap out of me all night last night. I am very sorry. It will not happen again, Scylla.



“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders,  Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding???
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....
You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.
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