The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE, CHAPTER 12

I have always believed that no matter how horrible my life gets along this post August of 1986 'ROAD THRU HELL', that indeed, I have both powerful enemies, and friends, out here. Folks, all my archived blogs will eventually have to go onto this new blog, because I am unable to get up there unless I can get a super BH White Hacker to help me do just that, and reset my stuff to NON-ADULT. There is no 'adult content' per se as would be thought of, such as graphic and nude photos or videos of anything, nothing even marginally illegal in this department at all, BUT, BIG AS BUTTTTTTTT; people; because I do use a lot of nasty profanity, I decided to make the change to that setting, shortly after my arrival down here in Fort Pierce, early in 2010, and did so with the help of Rick, from the Saint Lucie County Library, back then, at the library branch on Melody Lane by the Indian River. But by doing this, all of my older blogs, that I could no longer access back late in 2011 due to that hack-fuck up, or whatever; would have been set to Privacy, come the twenty-third of this month, and no longer available, unless I decided piecemeal to paste in sections of it as I do now, from time to time. Still, it would have wiped me out, and caused the enemy to celebrate a huge hyper time victory over my already banged up bloody tiny wiped out fucking pathetic empire. Now, thanx to so many great 'other complainers' out there, the change in Google's Policy, according to the blogger Message-board tonight, has been canceled. Well, I have to learn that this is just a time-buyer. It will buy me some time to get the entire old blog, shifted into some other hyperlink somewhere; and without my using the adult-warning check box; even if the 'G' policy is reinstated; it won't cause the blog to come down. This is what I think the plan was all along, and I will tell you something now, about powerful hyperspace effect, that only an event this huge; makes it a perfect time to tell this info, so here goes, folks. I know as sure that I know I sit here typing on little black keys right now onto an Open-Office 3.1 document program, at quarter past nine tonight, on 4 March of 2015, exactly 15 years after the day my mom died, and was murdered by this clan from hell; the EW-TAWF-LAMBRIGG CULT, 'RAW' (Robert Andrews Whatever), in case you've forgotten what the abbreviation of RAW is all about; I needed to score something huge on my side of this cosmic fucking chessboard 'gods-game', and I did, and when either the evil empire scores (THEM), or the righteous empire scores (ME); it works extremely similarly to the game of CARDS-WAR. For those who may not know this game, it is one of the simplest and yet coolish fucking card games, at least in my humble opinion IMHO, Mizz Daniels from 1980 at the RPLO Sound Studios, of which you have entitled me to, praise GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!! Not you Mashell, the other GODDESS. People are dealt fifteen cards, in the particular version that I used to play, over at the Princeton, New Jersey sike ward; back in early 1966, at the K-COTTAGE, on the sike grounds of this nut house mental hotel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You could play them how you see fit, and you play with a deck of four total card decks. Normally 3-6 would play this game. When it is your turn, you throw a card into the middle area of the surrounding players. The highest card takes all of the cards. If there are two matching highest cards, all players had to throw in four cards, with the first three being cards of lowest value of course as you only want the higher cards as they can claim other lower hands on future turns. As the players throw in, they go, ''I DEE CLARE WAR''. Don't get all excited ADA Heartshot ETTOS MINDBLOCKHACK MILITUFORCE. They are blocking my mind, and I cannot think of the L&O character name that worked under Jack McCoy, or even the name of that cult, oh there it comes, Systemotics, thank you Microsoft, and they say a house divided against itself cannot stand. They also claim death is the great enemy. These are two biblical things I vehemently disagree with, but don't listen to me, look at the facts, such as what just happened above when they started hacking out my memory. They even hacked out the gorgeous Spanish lady who worked with him, Mizz Rubarosa. WOW, they are attacking my mouse, FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, along with my mother fucking civil rights, but I wonder why, oh great sir and pal of mine from 1972, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I really wonder YYYYYYYYYYY. See how Morianity and After-Morianity comes super ass alive, in this THIRD-MILLINNEUM; where even the dam great HOLY-BIBLE fails??????????????????? like super wow, OH gap macy-bunch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These fucking jerk offs are bouncing my mouse to all over the pages, making everything try to totally fucking screw up, and illegally hack out my entire blog, great powerful BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!

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PLEASE HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM.

THANK YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988, IN NEW JERSEY.

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.

I GO BY THE BLOG NAME OF MOUNTAINPEN, A.G. BONDI, AND AM ON BLOGGER DOT COM. MY MUSIC ALSO TELLS MY LIFE STORY, A TINY BIT OF IT IS ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL paulaking2011, AND A LOT MORE OF IT IS COPYRIGHTED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS UNDER MARK WAYNE MOHR, BORN 12/04/1954. I KNOW YOU WILL DO THE RIGHT THING HERE, MIZZ BONDI. AGAIN, THANK YOU.

FUCKING WHORE JANE TRASHIT NOTFONDAUATALL JUST NAILED ME AT PAGE CUNT SUCKING ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ON THIS HOT MISERABLE FUCKING BOTBAR DAY OF FUCKING DISEASED CUNT CHEWING DAM HELL, GREAT PEOPLE OUT HERE, YO YO YO!!!

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Well, I compensated with my lovely Masonic life charts fives, HA-HA-HA-HA, MISS WITCH WATER BITCH FROM HELL, AND 1993-A.G. BALLPARKS. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! THIS FUCKING WORLD AND MOST PEOPLE, MAKE ME ILL!!!!! But indeed, there are exceptions. IWALU, lovely JEHOVAH JUPITER, and you know that. It makes me so glad that you do, and NOW, I think I have finally gotten to the dam bottom of what was on that ''A'' side of the 1986 cassette tape that you took that night. Nothing else can ex[plain that, along with your connections with the communications giant as well, huh Miss Blake and Mister Rambo. YOU ALL KNOW THAT SHIT LIKE FUCKING THIS JUST CAN'T BE MADE UP, WELL; I KNOW WOLF AND THE MACY-BUNCH KNOW IT, lovely mid-sister JAN. Wait long enough, and it all gets answered and explained, huh old educator, Daniel Mackey??? Trivial my ass. this sleepwalker shape shifter is not trivial!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW, and this is just scratching a surface as large as the North fucking Pole, a tenth of an inch on ice that is miles thick, my good peeps out here, and bad ones as well!!! So let us now move along a bit further, and explore a few more details and elucidations regarding all of this seemingly mysterious and crazy wild crap. Let me talk about MUSIC, and my life as a music creator, recording it, making it from normal sources, and making it out of sampled sounds, sampling and synthesizing and all of that. First, 30 years ago, a communications giant such as AT&T had central switching offices, and they were the size of small buildings. Folks, a day will come when you can take the entire planet Earth and put a sample of it, digitally, right into your pocket, on a super compuphone. As for the NCC-CLOUD, and all the stuff that both I as well as the great Professor Kaku discuss; well, some bastard somewhere already knows the hyperspace equation of many things. These ESS TRAVELOERS have powerful agendas to thin or thicken the fifth dimension with things they each want to be in their universes and realities. This makes war of the old days in just 3 dimensions, compare to watching a couple of insects fighting it out on your porch over a fucking bread crumb. You know it, Superman Kent and Professor NYU-KAKU, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh by gash by golly, it's not time for advanced computer classes, or Holly, or for that matter, the spring of 2011 to roll around. Thank the gods for some wonderful things.

MARCH 3, 2015,

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AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE

CHAPTER 10

MY ENEMIES HAVE GIVEN ME A HEAVY FUCKING BOWELS-HEALTH DEATH STRIKE. I WILL NEVER FORGET TH ENIGHT DAVE WAS STRUCK IN MY CAR INSTEAD OF ME, BY A RED SPORTS CAR, OR ITS OCCUPANTS TO BE MORE ACCURATE, WITH SOME WEIRD FLASHING COLORED STROBELIGHT LIKE WEAPON. WITHIN MIONUTES HE HAD TO SHIT LIKE A BABY, OUT IN TH EWOODS BEHIND ROSEANN DELANY'S HOUSE, ON PARK AVENUE. THAT'S WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY, NOT NYNY FOLKS, WHAAAAAAA.

The American Medical Association is not really advertising with this photo, but IMHO, they should be. And Mashell Daniels has entitled me to this opinion, and all of my opinions, and did so nearly thirty-five years ago, praise the gods. Yes, we are the AMA-363, and our slogan and mado is: ''QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK''. The nice photo above will depict this real nicely, folks.

You're not going to mother fucking get at me tonight, Jane Witch Bastard Sleazeball. Well, at least Roseann didn't get poor David that night in 1988 behind her house in the woods near the little league field. OH WOW, Brady/Macy!

Phased entities and type of exploratrons, gee whiz golly and JEEEEEEEEEZ, Twinbay. I fucked up, not EHC, EHT, Township, not city, from prior blog, sahwee, my bad (PBHE) or RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So why does this blogger feel the need to go on so long about all these type of things, one may ponder and do all manner of head scratching? Well, why the body attacks on me since middle late 1986 to this very minute and hour, one could just as easily ask right back. In fact folks, this is exactly what I'm doing, and of all of my duly elected political representatives; known past affiliates or not.

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE

CHAPTER 9

''Good Lord and a quarter''; Mister Lenny McKinnon from 1980; when I was just a boy, if you had told me, that all this shit was in front of me; I would have asked you to use that fucking magnum 45 on me.

There are a handful of real people who really wish to know some stuff. Law enforcement and the system however, is not part of that open minded group. What I was eluding to a few blogs back, regarding the name I gave to something, that was spoken to me in my Highview Apartments unit, that day back in 1994, by a really gigantic Williamstown Police Officer; and I called this the GWPO SYNDROME, or just the GWPOS. He said he refused to believe my story, that even back then was the same basic thing that it is in present times more than two decades later on in time illusion (STM), and he gave me his reason, and this reason is basically what anyone working in the CJ system in any capacity is going to also concur with, unless maybe he is the fictional ''L&O-TV'' character, Detective Munch, of the Special Victims Unit. How I totally love that dude, CUBED, CUBAN, and then some more, YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This reason given to me by this nearly seven foot tall muscular officer of WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey-USA, wasn't complicated. It is reflected as I said by mostly all who are employed by the system. He said; Mister Mohr, I don't believe your story and your stuff, for the simple reason, that I don't want to believe that my country could be involved in anything that bad. This is a near quote, but not an absolute word for word verbatim series of words. It totally reflects his idea he wanted to get across to me, and baby-love; I'll never ever ever never, never ever ever, FORGET THAT DAY, or what HE SAID TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, he is entitled to his opinion, and so is anyone else, to directly quote a lady coworker of mine from 1980, in Camden, New Jersey, USA; named Mashell Daniels. Funny to mention her right now, as I would in all honesty,be forced to tell you all something here. A conversation between the two of us that then went onto prompt her to make that remark to me, was the very very first sunrise memory of some horrible dam shit, that I had been suppressing out of conscious memory from around eight years before that day in the RPL Sound Studios. We don't need to open cans of real ugly worms. But in a total nutshell, Amy-Emy Roth Jokester; within the past couple of weeks, I stopped suppressing the memory of having that Dan Mackey cassette recorder with me on the trip in 1972 up to my dam relatives. I never lost the tape I made of my kid telling me certain things at age two, well, until I left the great house of Dawn-Marie King, that is. Now I had my copy, but how did my marvelous and unfathomable daughter get hers? After-all, this was not a hot night in Manhattan fourteen years later, as we all know I lost a tape on that night. It is so wild how I never told Dave when he left the club and his pals 'New Shoes' that night, anything at all. Only that fuzzy memory was there about a name that was close to my daughter's name, but close only counts in horse shoe games and lightning strikes, as the old saying goes. Even still, I never talked to him about Maria Kelly, and yet I told him everything, right down to things you wouldn't tell your own dam spouse most of the time. We have a long time to get into way more detail about the human mind and memory and its true source and how it is cosmos itself and so on, but for now, this blog won't even think of going there. I know that there are a dozen people or close, and they may be sharing printed copies for all I know with many more, but in either case, this is enough for me to go on telling some more powerful stuff that needs to be told. I did not forget about going deeper into the phases of entity-reality, or anything else that I said I would further talk about. It hasn't been a good time recently, as you all know. But you also have learned a few giant things even without me saying fucking BOO, let alone bailing any of my great daughter's friends out of local county jails over four years ago. All I can say with a full heart, is that it's come to my attention, that indeed, a few people are really quietly attempting to learn some things from me, and are anxiously awaiting me to go onward and tell a lot more things. Well I will, so please don't fret. I will get a lot more into polarity and direction as well as how MIND fits into this powerful interplay. For the time being, try to forget machine mind, as consciousness cannot really begin at all until machine mind is still advanced to a way more high-tech greater memory and power capabilities, along with incredibly advanced processing speeds. Maybe, the NSA mainframe has the consciousness of a three year old at best right now, and their system is 30 years ahead of anything any of us could possibly ever start to even deal with. So keeping this as just biological brain mind, we live here in hyperspace as Phase-3-entities. The void is Phase-1, and the Plank or (Astral-Plane) is Phase-2. Those who try to violate the lawtronics of the seventh dimension, and enter into dreaming hyperspace as too advanced or too weird, or too powerful, or anything that breaks the basic natural laws and order of things that Lawtronics is there to both create and to sustain; must be transferred into a Phase-4-Entity, (P4E). They become a part of already existing P3E connected bio-data for lack of a better way of saying it. They come in not as babies who start dreaming as a tiny little thing that became 'born', but rather, they come to us in a transferred energy. If the Astral Entity that wished to dream in here as Superman, had made it, this would totally violate the Lawtronics of the entire system. It would break the natural laws and orders and patterns of rhythms. So when they make this attempt, they become mere bio-data, or fictional entities, characters inside the imaginations and the dreams, of other already existing Phase-3 entities, or us. But this has all been told before if you archive blogs from 2006-2009, when my blogs originally began. Now I need to tell you a little more about how localized, midland, and distant parallel universes of the hyperspace, transfer and scramble the energies of these P2E or Astral dream-down entities. I said originally that they can only become fictional characters that exist in various imaginations and minds of regular hyperspace dreamers, or P3E, but it is more complex than that. They come into parallel universes with strong natural order and balances, as transferred energy as stated; but; in more distant hyperspace, as we all know except for the few who claim they don't dream, and really they do but just never ever have recall to any of it; but we all know that there are some wild distant hyperspace locales where pizza pies begin to grow legs or talk, or a pig walks into an ice cream shop and orders a snow cone, and so forth. These are the locales where they are so distant from where good solid natural law exists through the lawtronics, and is starting to literally break down, and here is where P4E can indeed come to reside in tangible waking reality in hyperspace. But the worlds around them are so chaotic and full of other wild characters such as themselves; that there is little time or ability for any of them to get together and realize that there is an ESS, or for that matter, other ways such as towel seepage and intentionally cause hyperspace effects, or 'ICHE', and long story made quite short, this is how the lawtronics, even in its outer edged weakened state, to effect the P4E from taking any form in physical hyperspace; keeps this all in check. These wild entities that would totally violate our natural world, are totally stuck in worlds where pizza pies talk and cars turn into your grandmother, and so forth. Most of you know darn well, these places are out there, or said your old fashioned way, ''You've had those type of dreams after too much ice cream and pizza before going to sleep''. The real powerful shit is not Phase-4-Entities, but the system that operates even above and beyond the Lawtronics, that permits the Phase-1 Void to blow out into the PLANK, or P1E going to their next stage of being P2E. This plank is a time and a space that exists just out past the void of total absolute zero-dimensional nothingness. In order to go from zero to the tiniest little something, from the void to the plank; a system is necessary that takes the void nothing, and turns it into less than nothing and then springing that back into nothing. That amount of unfathomable force would be like every star in the universe, times a vigintillion googalplex, and then times the power of that, and then again and again, a trillion times or so more. If that would equal one, you need to get to another googalplex to the power of a googalplex to the power of yet another googalplex. This will still fall short, but might give you a raw idea of how much energy was needed, in order to take void nothing, bring it down to less than nothing, and then blow it back out again to nothing. This incredible power allowed things to blow out into the Astral-Plane or the Plank Realm. When interacting in this realm, the area appears to be septillions of times larger than this entire known universe. Things are in a ratio and proportion, perfectly matching in so far as creating this ultra gigantic arena for interacting, outside of the really true only thing, that could possibly ever be indeed real or true, which of course is the VOID. Yet the hyperspace that surrounds and expands past the PLANK REALM, is a result of the entities or the Astral Dreamers (P2E) losing energy periodically through numerous countless interactions, and falling into their sleepy dreams down into the hyperspace. This is why it all appears to have blown out past the tiny little PLANK, that is anything but tiny when inside of it. Still, that is why we are perceiving this gigantic universe all around us. Now have their ever been those who successfully violated the system of Lawtronics, and were able to get into more natural ordered worlds such as our particular parallel universe in the multiverse, or hyperspace that we exist in; you may now be wondering. Let us delve a little bit into this, shall we? The Lambrigg Cult formed in a distant part of hyperspace from this particular universe we're now in. The ESS is one of the main operations of them, along with some of the more powerful gods of the Astral Plane. There is an order in all universes no matter how distant, polarity must exist or it cannot be sustained. But hopping across a multi-cosmic pond can be done in dangerous steps that if successful, can land these entities closer and closer to natural world locales where indeed, they would have beyond superior power and ability over any of us in our wildest nightmares and imaginations. The basic trick is this. You create universes where the polarity is not in perfect balance, and the entire universe must collapse, but it will take some time to happen. During this time, they can do some things that none of you are ready for me to tell you about, stuff that has all happened to every one of you right here, is all because of this stuff being talked about, and it is not one bit pretty. The objective is to scatter a bunch of universe-rocks in a pathway so they can slowly but surely hop along and reach a more natural world where they can rule, hence the gods, hence the ESS, hence when brought down to a human equation even further down the line, the have's, the wealthy owners, the movers and shakers (MAS), right down to one powerful Goddess, first daughter, great ISISCYLLA JEHOVAH, or Sarah-Stacey Krassle, taking over and saying HER favorite words and claims, that are indeed totally true, “I AM” and also, “YOU OBEY”. These powerful secrets will get me killed eventually for daring to say them, EVEN THOUGH I am just thought of as a crackpot mad man, not to be taken seriously in the least. But if I was a senator or a billionaire, or a celebrity, and posted this blog; well, the world would last between 3 and 12 hours after sunrise in South Florida tomorrow morning, and THAT's a dam promise, Mister Rockdroid Lurchtrek!

The ESS, and many of the GODS, and the AWA (Millionth Council), are just trimmings on the tree of the powerful BRIGGBASE, despite it being only one third of the Astral entities (P2E). There are only a handful of human beings in each parallel universe in waking world hyperspace that this bunch of hell-monsters even concern themselves with. They are very big into family lineage, and they are huge into the descendants of any family that originally interacted with the most powerful of all of the gods, that being, the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. But not only have I been placed in this dream here where I am a Huntington and chosen to carry on the curse of the family, merely as a witness and a marker, that the uncle of my sixty-first grandfather, Jesus the Christ, indeed died for all of the sins of humankind, and although this is one of a trillion countless games and worlds and experiments that she is into, she cares individually about each one of them, and each one of us, and insists on being obeyed, and rules being followed, such as salvation through the shed blood of the lamb, Jesus Christ the Messiah. You might say Son of God rather than Daughter of Goddess, it makes no difference at all.

Maybe a few noticed by now that direction is relative. My blogs, my life; because it is total truth, read it forward, read it backward, read it sideways; and it tells the same absolute powerful truths! No other story does this. NONE. Find one anywhere and challenge me. I wish to read it, and it has to be real long; like my Morianity, and After-Morianity; not some kindergarten short story about crappy Moe, and silly Flo, and their broken toe. You get my point folks.

No, there are some who want the hard punching stuff, the real truths, the facts that might just turn your dam lives inside out and upside down, from here to Diana Rossville. Well, I'll be throwing the wild barn-house shots; so stay in range and get ready to hit the dam canvas a few times, hard!

You see, I think in five dimensions. None of you do. I don't care if you're a bum begging outside a dollar store, or the top brass of the US Armed forces. This isn't a cut so don't take it that way. It is also not a brag on my part, perish that thought. But it's a truth nonetheless. When you really get into my words and what I know, and if you ever would really choose to follow my wisdom on the things I talk about; reality around you will alter in ways that no blog or blogger could ever even hope to tell you. You'd have to find it all out for yourself. You'd never take me at your word, and you know what? I wouldn't fucking respect you much if you did! That being said, for now, I wish you a very happy night, and pleasant hyperspace interactions as well. Nighty-nite kind people!

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE

CHAPTER 8

MY MOUSE JUMP FUCKING HACK IS REAL BAD LATELY, AND TODAY TOO, SHERIFF KM, PAM BONDI FLORIDA AG, FBI AGENT STEVE CARUSO AND EX-LANDLORD UP IN HAMMONTON-BERRYVILLE, JERSEY. OF COURSE I NEED MY PAL FROM DAN MACKEY'S CLASS AT THE WORMHOLE COOLEY HALL, TO ALSO BE QUITE AWARE OF THIS MAJOR NASTY HACKING PROBLEM, ILLEGALLY CAUSING ME HELL AND DISRUPTING MY LIFE IN VIOLATION OF LAW, IF NONE OTHER THAN A LIFE PATTERN OF PERSECUTION AND HARASSMENT. I SPEAK OF THE GREAT BOB MCDOWELL, THE NOW ''GAP'' CHAIRMAN-DIRECTOR OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. AS TELEVISION STAT-COMMEDIAN MISTER STEVE HARVEY PUTS IT A LOT ON THE FAMILY-FEUD SHOW, ''YOU LOOK GREAT ON TV''. PLEASE DON'T FORGET ME UP HERE IN THE DAM FUTURE, THE WAY DOZENS OF NOW GREATS ALL HAVE, JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER JOKER BOB, T-A-N-K-S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W-O-W.

I don't joke about the fact that times should not change so fast, so that people cannot be permitted to enjoy their reasonably length of lifetime without being outdated and tossed to the winds or guilty of being OLD. A great example is the story of “The Owl and the Pussy-Cat”. If you tried to print that innocent little story on blogging sites such as 'UNEXPLAINED MYSTERIES', it would look like, “The Owl and the *****-Cat”. I suppose that Japan's great mighty electronics corporation of the nineteen seventies, if still there and running, the Matsashita Corp; would be left alone, since large sites normally scan names of global companies and tell their software programs not to visually bleep out letters that form curse words, so long as it is a legitimate named global outfit. I'm almost sure I remember trying it and it was allowed by the UM-Blog Site. But I am also sure that if a blogger said, “Boy do I love that wonderful Matsashita Corporation, the filtering software would kick it. This is why a lot of my blogs during 2008 and 2009, at Wordpress and Blogger, had words like shirt, as in I don't give a dam shirt what he said. The world knew I meant shit, but I had to add a letter-R. Kind of the process perhaps, that brought back some memories of my old 1983 ''GITYA'' song, as in putting the letter C back before the letter B, or the letter G before the letter B, and so forth. There are those who deny the moon-landing, the Holocaust, and other such things. They have that right, and I'd fight to my death to this very day, on any global battlefield, to protect their rights. But I'll tell you all now, they're way nuttier than any of you could ever accuse me of being. I have real facts, real proofs, and real shit and shirt, did happen to me. If the power and authority of the globe, insist on endlessly refusing to be involved in anything that they don't have power over, such as what pertains to the 'saucer-syndrome of New Mexico' and all that sprang forth from this, then no one can change that pathetic reality, least of all powerless little me. But all of those who are indeed into the Agent Falcon/Condor Alien and Saucer deal, they know more than anyone else, just what I am and have been, up against, all of my life, with all of my horrendous monstrous problems and woes, dam it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I speak of making my point here, not in the reality of my particular stuff, or theirs, for that matter. The ESS is what is doing all of it, and even they don't want to hear my shit-shirt. So go figure that little DRIVEWAY-PARKWAY-TURNPIKE deal out, mister and Misses Ironies Kings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WEATHER BUG---NIGHT SCENES, LOVELY!

Night Scenes

Only the reflection of my beautiful moon displays in the lake here. But in a few hours, Diana my endless love, you will be all full and shining down on me, your little boy who loves you so very much!

WELL, IT SEEMS I AM IN ATLANTIC CITY IN PARALLEL UNIVERSES EVERY TIME I GO TO SLEEP LATELY. Bob McGuire and Frank Callio tried to beat me up outside of a restaurant that does not or never did for that matter, exist over here in this universe. Suddenly Victoria Callio appeared on the scene and yelled at them to stop knocking me around. I got up bloody and trying to stand but was rocking quite a bit, or as the boxing profession would say, I was trying to work the cobwebs off me; and then she said to me that my hair is as gorgeous as it was back in 1970. I thanked her and then she said, remember those initials to my name and the license plate stuff all around you in 1997 back in your universe. I thought I'd go the toilet in my pants. I shook my head in the affirmative. She then proceeded to go on with these words. You and your samplers and vocoders, ooders-ooders-ooders. I woke up and cried like a little baby, and had no control over it. Then five minutes later it came to me, if I remove the dam initials in Vicki and in Callio, you know, ''V-C'', from the word 'vocoder', you are left with the word, 'ooder'. While typing this, loud shouting came out of nowhere in my hallway at quarter shy of three. Then you won't believe what happened. No knock came on the door, but two young maintenance crew guys just opened up my door. They apologized and told me they have the wrong unit. Wow, that never happened in all of the time that I have lived here; Sheriff and RM-DM. You can verify this on the surveillance tapes, it was 2:44:37 PM 03-02-2015. Wow. Glad I wasn't jacking off to some lovely doll on my DVR player. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But look at what was getting fuckiGN typed up when that went down, WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is very difficult for me not to believe this is all real. The problem for me is, and I recognize this totally and absolutely; it is difficult for the mental health industry not to see me as a lunatic filled with delusions and psychosis's. Unlike them, I DO understand my plight, in all directions of truth! The real joke here however, is on the universe, despite all things always working negatively out for me, lovely Twinbay. I just tell the truth, sorry, big beautiful girl from EHC, NJ, USA!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, it was my powerful wealthy cuzz who first seemed to know a lot of this, then had it put on a non Vicki Callio system, proving that this was all real long before my trip to Florida, and I am starting to think, it was long before my daughter even graduated from dam HHS up on the island. Who can know the great secrets of the Macy Bunch, but I will eventually choose a side, lovely Jan! IPYT. If you think I shed a single tear over no more thanx-2-givens meals with you, COUSIN, then think again. WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where are you when I need you Hammonton, NJUSA Judge Frank Rasso? Remember in your office that day when we spoke casually. I wanted so bad to beg you on bended knee to help me to escape this family from non VICKI CALLIO HELL, but as always, it seems that I was totally fucking TRUMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEIN??????????

When Does Spring Begin?---------DAM SOON!

Most people consider the first day of spring to be the Spring Equinox.

I know that I sure do; oh great THE WEATHER BUG!

More silly changes in this absurd new generation!

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE

CHAPTER 7

When I took the local rockin-roll celebrity of the sixties, Mister Billy Harner, to the great ACMUA, or Sarah Martin-O-EZ's water Company, in 2000; she locked the gate on us and imprisoned us for a while. Since this is public property, I presume this was a warning, just to scare us, and it worked. I was scared out of my mother fucking mind at light speed squared!!!!!!!! She can be a very mean powerful goddess, but I'll always think of our very rocky eternally relationship as, to quote the DSM-5, a LHR, (Love-Hate-Relationship). WEEEEEEEEE!

Http://www.billyharner.com/

Yes pretty MS Light-Bulb; I know that I just created a link, YO YO YO YO YO YO. Thank you, dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those puke swallowing Callio's really hate my fucking guts, as do the McGuire's and the King's; and I guess the whole dam fucking clan of them; am I right or not about this; Ron, John, Ken, and Pam???!!!!???!!!!???!!!!???!!!!???!!!!???!!!!

Holy hot pepper piss, lads and lassies, what is the world coming to for me, and you?

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Wow do I fucking hate hackers, criminals, trouble makers; and down right mean fucking spirited people. But then, they all hate me; so it evens shit all out, I suppose; lovely world. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MARCH 2, 2015,

EARLY MONDAY MORNING AT 12:26,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.

WINDS ARE ESE AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 23.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY, (H-81/L-70)

HUMIDITY IS 90%, FEELING 69.

These readings taken at the Fort Pierce Airport. Who lives at the airport however, Lenny Deathneedles Wildreams?

Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. Hey there Bill and Joann Marney. I beat all of them to Mars, huh Captain Christopher. Tell'em Mister Neem!

Back at the great Church Farm School, in the early autumn of 1971, I asked Mike McNulty, how much they pay us at the print shop where we were working. He thought it amusing to tell me:

AHA-AHA-AHA $1.380 an hour.

Like fucking W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!

Times change so quickly. I was going to say, ''oh what a pretty light-bulb pussy you are, you are''; as in the old fairy tale. Now, I would be thought of as a dirty old man. In the early sixties, you could be happy and 'gay', without being homosexual. But shit fucking changes, my great people. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! It was rare to be someone with a criminal record back then as well. Goddess sake, is anybody not in the Criminal Justice System any more? Holy dam shit water, YO BRO.

No matter how you look at all of this, great folks, one thing created the ESS and all else from there, and it wasn't Princess Leah, Darkvader, or Luke Sky Russwalker, but rather, Hall's dam fawces.

Hall's dam fawces.

How I'll always remember Boxer Hall in late 1980 shouting down Jefferson Street in Camden, New Jersey with his pals and coworkers, at the Mac Andrews & Forbes Licorice Plant; and then when I returned back there to work security a decade later, he was saying to someone who told him some real weird shit that had just happened in his life, and with his accent included, he said, “You must be in with the fawces”. He meant the Star Wars Forces, of course. WEEEEEEEEE!!!! Oh yes folks, a lot is going on and it seems this will be the dam status quo for me forever in this life as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. I'll be asking my KITTY-GAGA all about this god dam shit, and much much much much more. But still, LENNY BRISCOE, sir! Airport forecasts, driving on parkways, parking on driveways, turnpikes being straight roads without a lot of turns, and so on and so forth, one weird nonsensical thing after another. And then along came my awareness in adulthood, that I had blocking out the great and powerful ALMIGHTY GODDESS, LORDESS (SARAH) STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE of the Astral Plane, or the (realm of the PLANK). Cut me a break there, Margie Leo and Professor Michio Kaku-NYU, pweeeeeeeeeze with lots of pwetty sugar all over it and on top of it.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE, CHAPTER 12

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