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HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 37




















HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 37





OH MOTHER FUCKING SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!

















QUIT MOTHER FUCKING HACKING ME, YOU CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAGS. THIS DAY IS ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR. WHEN NOBODY GIVES A MOTHER FUCKING RATS ASS SHIT ABOUT YOU, AND YOUR FAMILY IS DEAD, AND OR IS DEAD TO YOU; HOLIDAYS MEAN ONLY BAD SHIT. THEY NEVER ARE ANY FUCKING GOOD; AND SO I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT MANY OF THESE DAYS ARE A HOLIDAY. SO HERE THE FUCK I DAM FUCKING CUNT EATING GO AGAIN, JUST LIKE THAT CUNT SUCKING FUCKING DAY ON JANUARY 15, IN 1978, AT THE BANK OF NEW JERSEY, IN BLACKWOOD, NEW JERSEY; WHEN I TRUDGED THROUGH A LOT OF SNOW, TO WALK TO A BANK, TO DO SOMETHING URGENT, AND FOUND IT TO BE CLOSED FOR KING DAY. EVER SINCE, THIS HAPPENS TO ME MORE CUNT SNIFFING MOTHER FUCKIGN TIMES THAN I WANT TO DICK LICKING DAM ASS REMEMBER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!





I am out of ice cream and really needed to buy some Publix fucking cunt ice cream. So I drive to the mall and wonder why so few people are here on a cunt sniffing mother fucking Sunday when usually Sunday is when it is crowded to fuyckign shit eating hell. I thought the Goodwill Store went out of business and was really mad to see it closed. Then I drove a ways down the mall lot to the Publix, and no one was parked there, and still I weas too mother fuckign strupid and cunt eating psychotic to realize this was EASTER SUNDAY for cying out cunt lapping mother fucking loud. So I parked next to a lady who was getting out of her car in an area nearby where a small store was open, holiday or not. I asked her if the dam Publix wenbt out of beusiness. Thank the turd chewing gods she didn't laugh at me in the mood I was in or I might be in mother fucking county cunt sucking jail right now. She was nice and told me, “It's Easter Sunday”. Then I felt about two feet mother fucking ass tall, YO, and thanked her and told her, “I don't have a family”, AND I DON'T. THEY CAN ALL GO TO MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HELL FOR WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME, and for that matter, so can this entire cunt lapping cosmos, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!











This is one royal pain in my pussy huffing asshole, kind people out here, YO. Sorry for the dam ass swearing and cussing, but the world is fucking lucky I am not armed, I'll tell you that, not with what I've been put Christless god dam ass through for six mother fucking asshole decades, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







I really wanted some mother fuckiGN ice cream. It takes all I can muster to get dressed and drive over to the mall, the way I feel. Now I am going to have to do this all over again tomorrow, god fucking cunt lapping dam it to fucking hot ass hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











My life is one big fat ass fucking hell.





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I am going to tell you lots of huge mother fucking secrets since I am a dead man anyway, YO. First, the mother fuckers fucked with my car stereo again. They keep fucking reversing the cunt cunt chewing polarity problem on my auto-reverse cassette player. The fucking tapes fuck up in either forward or reverse direction. I never know when these Milituforce mother fucking bastards are going to change the polarity of their persecution property damage beam, or whatever the mother fucking hell you wanna' call the cunt chewing dam ass thing, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! So not only did I not get to buy my mother fuckiGN ice cream, but I was persecuted when I went to play a tape in the car. My own car, legally owned, legally operated, legally totally fuckiGN paid for, and fully insured.





















HALLS WALLS





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There is absolutely nothing funny about my mother fucking life, OR MY GOD DAM MURDER, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, MA'AM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEADS WILL ROLL AFTER I AM DEAD, SHERIFF K.M.







I WAS HOPING TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON last night. But when I got to the elevator area on my floor in my P.H. Building, the clouds were dark and ominous and making my lovely moon appear to be bouncing all around on them as if they were using her as a Dodge-ball Game.







Victims like me have no resource, nowhere to go to get one bit of help, justice, or vindication. Not when something as huge as this stuff, is truly behind the power of my plight and story from hell. To hell with me. Not one rotten soul cares about how these pricks from hell wiped out an entire innocent person's friggin' life.

































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I for one know better than to do this. Yet I did a lot of it. We all think we can do whatever we want without consequences, especially when we're younger and stupider. Well, that was me, without a doubt.




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You missed me, Dirtbag-Jane, WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!



I sure as shit did not miss you, Mizz Ballparks Clocks.












WELL, I'LL BE A HORSES ASS!



REAL MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.

What is wrong with creating what you want from parts of existing reality? Wow what egocentric stars we have out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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LAUGH THIS OFF, MIZZ HUGE TITS WITH YOUR G-FRIEND STEF TAYLOR IN 1984 OVER AT 506 LOIS MAGICSONGS FOCA, VOORHEES, JERSEY, USA!




















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I WAS HOPING TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON AS THE SUN WAS SETTING, WHILE I HAD PASTED THIS INTO MY BLOG A BIT SHY OF EIGHT, ON THIS FOURTH NIGHT IN APRIL, 2015, EASTERN DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME. OH WELL, I WILL SEE HER WHEN I WALK OUT TO THE ELEVATORS LATER ON, AND LOOK OUT THE WINDOW. WITH A NORTHERN EXPOSURE, I DON'T GET BELTED AND BLASTED BY THE SUN, AND THAT IS GREAT. SORRY THERE TWINBAY, THIS HAS A BIG DOWNSIDE HOWEVER. I LOSE MY MOON, AND NEED TO EXIT MY APARTMENT MOST OF THE TIME. RARELY DURING NEAR FULL PERIODS OF LUNAR CYCLES, MY WINDOW FACING NORTH, IF YOU LOOK WAY OUT TO THE LEFT AND THE WEST, ALLOWS A QUICK FEW MINUTES OF OBSERVATION TIME, BEFORE MOON SETS.









I knew that Dawn King murdered me when she turned on me one day, and eventually her behavior grew so nightmarish and unacceptable, that it caused me to run away from her, and try to escape with my life and just the dam clothes on my back. What an uncaring unsympathetic world!!!!!!!! Victims like me have no resource, nowhere to go to get one bit of help, justice, or vindication. Not when something as huge as this stuff, is truly behind the power of my plight and story from hell. To hell with me. Not one rotten soul cares about how these pricks from hell wiped out an entire innocent person's friggin' life. I won't have to face an angry all powerful force, Mister Hall, one day soon, as they all will, and be judged for these dastardly incomprehensible deeds.





William Shakespeare once wrote, that as a boy, he thought like a boy, and then as a man, he realized it was time to put away childish things, such as the thoughts of youth. Well, this logic can backfire; and for all of the great Twinbay types out here; you may not wish to read this blog, as it is not about maintaining positive attitudes about stuff that only insanity would allow one to do, IMHO. When we get past adolescence or 'grow up', we tend to not be as forgiving, develop a far more rigid and austere concept of right and wrong, and other things that relate and pertain to adult thought verses childish thought. This then goes onto lead one to make entirely different choices about stuff that, for sake of argument on this writing here and now; was happening both as the child-you, and then later on as the adult-you. If I had mentally remained a day to day carbon copy of my ten to eighteen year old basic self; I would never have been so audacious as to think about fighting powerful resourceful wealthy evil dangerous groups of adults, such as the enemies all combined that make up the group that my Morianity calls, MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Common sense tells any child, after being spanked several times by a much stronger parent; 'Wow, I better cool it now'. But adults are ready to fight or hire a fighter or sue in a court or whatever it takes, and when you are playing with things as large as HALLS WALLS AND HALLS FAWCES, it can never end well. Not for you, only for Hall, the fawces, and the WALL. This great wall that I felt the powerful impact of for the very first time, back in 1983. This is when one of those little voices spoke to me and said, ''OH SHIT, just what are you fucking into, YO''? Unless someone helps me, I am going to die a horrible tortured death while my enemies sit there laughing at me. This torture could go on for a very long time before my body eventually just gives out from age, and stress, and overall bad health from a six decade hard time stay on this nightmare planet.





If Jim Burr were here right now, he would give his old pal SATAN all of the credit for this entire mess. I always knew he had a secret love affair with that horrible mother fuckiGN bastard. You don't give that much glory and attention to something that you go around claiming to despise and hate with a passion. To me anyway, that's pure logic and mere common sense, and you may agree or of course, disagree with that. I don't think that asshole, with all of his ''supernatural power'' has that much forethought. I already know he has lousy control over his own behavior and emotions. He already knew the divine plan in this simulation 5-D videogame, or this (KARGEOGRAM) as I refer to it as. The proof to this, is that he showed LORD JESUS all the kingdoms of this world from that mountain, and Hollywood came up with this, so they get the credit here, not Morianity. I give you guys and gals your rightful props here, YO. If this was merely showing the Lord the view from the current moment, from atop of that glorified hill over there, it really wouldn't have been all that impressive. Only seeing it all built up in the middle twentieth century and beyond, as it all stands there today in our time, would be something to make the Lord stand back and piss his pants. I mean come on after all folks, Lenny McKinnon as I knew this SATAN incarnation back in 1980 before he disappeared into 'thin air', has a personality, and personalities don't change over lengthy periods of time the way our bodies do. I am not including what happens to mere mortals when the brain starts to fail as we age, as SATAN is no mere mortal, and can travel, from life to life on mortal realms, as do all of the gods. And what are the gods? Well the AAT people insist on buying into these ET things and saucers, and this stuff, and I say groovy, cool, whatever, and RAW. I believe the gods are the very top 1-5 percent, almost a similar Alex Jones haves verses the have not's, in the magical world of money and power, kind of connectiveness here. A minimum of one percent of the people on this planet are those on top, and all the rest are simply not on top. But in like manner, in the great powerful awesome, and virtually unknown, best kept covert secret in the entire cosmos, this mind bending inconceivably totally unfathomable EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY; also mirror images IMHO, this same one percent of the entire group that are the masters over all of the rest, and they have rule and charge over them as well. This is what the AAT call the ET ALIENS, and what my Morianity calls THE GODS, or maybe said better, as the AAT people claim in their belief system, they were taken once long ago for GODS, when they came to this world. But did they come here anywhere near the way that the AAT peeps think that they did, is the big question that I am exploring with you. Exploratrons, Dreaming, Hyperspace; these are the three items that are inside of the most magical triangle yet to be discovered by humanity. Hay, if I am wrong, then fine. I have reasons why I know that I am not wrong. But if I am, then it is back to square one for this entire world as so much for understanding even the most rudimentary levels of the who what where why and all the multiple everlasting questions asked of human beings since forever. Yes Jim Burr gave a lot of credit to the devil, but he insisted that he could not manipulate thought or time. This as I always knew from personal interaction with the son of a bitch, was totally false. I have explained the compulsive gambler syndrome over and over, as to why powerful entities with self destructive behavior patterns then go onto do very self destructing things. This was JB'S argument for SATAN not being able to traverse time. Well, I like Hollywood's depiction, and this was not done on recent movies, but back around the days I first moved to Robin Hill and earlier, even back to when I stayed at Chill-Moe Tom Reale's Cornwall avenue home for nineteen days and nights. So then to really show off something that would make Jesus almost lose it, he would be showing him the future, demonstrating an ability that would be totally on par with time control magnitude for a certainty. The Christian argument that he wouldn't have Christ crucified if he knew the future, is totally dam laughable bullshit. His destructive behavior circumvents and defeats his own goals and purposes. This entity was supposedly there in almost the beginning of it all and he saw how an almighty entity could do anything, and the scrolls were available for him to read as we today read one text called the bible, so another proof shows that he knew the future without even having to see it. 'Gods plan' was no secret to Satan. All the main plans were right out in the dam open. So just as my enemies who know their world will collapse when they no longer have me to pick on all the time or ever; Satan himself knows he cannot win his battle either. But you still think this battle is for a power and a kingdom or universal control. I am here to tell you this entire simulation is all about him and myself, and the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. The ultimate and quintessential love triangle. He doesn't even care that I am madly in love with his dam sister, what you humanly perceive as the electron, and in our planetary biosphere, the electromagnetic charge of static electrons, or LIGHTNING. All he cares about is the great SSJKK. This is the only explanation in the universe and beyond, for Lenny selling me out to Sigma and the Gibb Brothers, the way music has become an unfathomable connection with and through my life, and the way in his newest persona, he seems to have had a connection with me ever since he was the same age Jesus was when he began to get some memories from beyond himself. Understanding time and hyperspace, towel seepage effects of transdimensional lawtronics, and exploratronic control, and pow, you're off to the races. But yes, there is one more thing. The GODS, those 1% at the top of this ESS that maintain a controlling interest, in similar ways that finances and the 99% verses the 1% of the people here and now all cooperate in this wild interaction; they need to OK stuff that you try to do, whether you use the ESS or don't use the ESS, they still are just like hall monitors at our high schools. We all need cosmic-passes of a sort, in order to get from place to place. With them, you can go far. Without them, you only will end up going nowhere, or eventually caught and punished, you know, you remember HS; detention, suspension, expulsion, RAW!!!!!!!!!!









You poor poor poor fools out here. You think I'm a lunatic. How do you think all of these things that happened to me, were ABLE TO happen, unless a cosmic group of hall monitors, in our universal high school of cosmos, are not all out in those halls that connect a lot more than 6-9 medical or non medical rooms, deciding who may pass to here and there, and who the hell MAY NOT? If you are one of 75% minimum, that really honestly believe that shit just happens at random draw, and do not realize that some people are blessed and others are cursed, and many are sort of just given midland positions, but whatever it is, it is a control; well then you don't get it, and you most likely never will. A minimum, of three for four will absolutely never get this. That's just realty, son!!!!!!!!!!! Right New Jersey Dennis?????????????????





Yes, I wanted the Assistant to my old 1975 pal Bob Andrews, who sang some great songs for me before becoming our great Jersey Congressman; whose name, after Mister Phil Petru and Mister Steve Petersen no longer were working in his office; was Mister Clarence Harris of Sicklerville, New Jersey, back in 1997 and 1998, who loved to give my mother extremely sexy kisses at my home in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, Mister Jason WFMU Forrest, DJ; to prove me wrong. He was so determined to prove me wrong, world, and almost did a Joe Postal Paget one day, in the summer of 1998, after failing all day long, to indeed do so. I totally blew his mind, Russell Thaxton; right along with the Count of Marcucci's mind, back in the autumn of 1969, when the Gulf Stream changed course forever, and the UFO-Bluebook shut down and claimed the UFO situation, to be a non-issue. All these seemingly unconnected events, all connect so perfectly together, as do any and all things; but we can just leave this right there, for right now, lovely L&O-LOO!!!!!!!!!!







No I want to be proven wrong, just as badly as you wanted to indeed PROVE ME WRONG, CLARENCE OLD BUDDY. Here is a BRO who paid this poor old honky the biggest complement that any bro could give to a pale face. He said to me if I was just a little younger, he would want me to marry his daughter Mindy, who was then in 1998, age seventeen; and I was in my early middle forties. I cannot be proven wrong, SEABOTTOM, because ICPE-APE is real, just as October 5, 2008 blogs are real. Just as all persons and entities who know higher truths, connect themselves always, in some way, with those two buildings that are no more, in Manhattan, Donna before did it in her strange 1968 song as a teenager, and on and on I could go, without glitter or any 1986 booming sounds and other unpleasant things, spoken of in my copyrighted songs. I want to be proven wrong, but I simply CANNOT BE, this KARGE SIMULATION IS REAL, and totally TRUE, folks. Believe it, or not, Mister Ripley; in or out of wonderful awesome mega-great ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Things are what they are, and the greater code than the towers, is and was known by Dawn King all along, and shared with her great clan of TAWF all along, you cannot escape these truths, none of ever can. IT IS WHAT IT IS. The code is to realize you take this marvelous untrumpable saying, and merely remove words number 2 and number 5 from this five word great coded cosmic poem. What is left but ALMIGHTY ISISCYLLA, who sang LOIS FOCA to me in early June of 1980, in an unforgettable wild DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Going still one more step further, is the GUTHERMAN SYNDROME. Why did the great SSJK not realize that this would not be such a great Chemtrailitis career move? If she knows so very much, why would she want Midge, and the RS1500US, Mister Thaxton, oh mighty wisdom guru book burner of the NON-BOB??????????? Think about all this, those who know exactly what's being said here, really, YYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, © 1984, YYYYYYYYYYYYY would you do this to yourself, lovely wonderful ''LAB-TECH''? Poor Mike and Mariah, when will all of these great learn how real this all is, Clarence sir?, and say hi to to the Congressman for me. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!





I want to be wrong so badly, but I never ever never ever never ever am. Here is just a tiny teeny little bit more proof of this reality, peeps!





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I DEMAND MY PROPS! JUST WATCH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE DOW AFTER THIS HORIFFIC MONSTER ASS NIGHT SIEGE ON ME BY THESE FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DIRTY BOTTOM FEEDING SCUM”!!!!!! “Sometimes you only get one chance in this world”. This was an exact quotation to me, from the son of a woman, back in 1963, at 2041 Chestnut Street. My mom and her were both nabes and pals, and around the same age, mid forties. She was a nurse in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in some center city hospital. One day the four of us were in her apartment and I had said or done something, that then went onto prompt her son of about age 22 give or take, to say this unforgettable advice-statement to me, and I will not ever forget his name either, John McDowell, same last name as my soon to come in another decade or just shy, friend from the Cooley Wormhole Lobby-Angel-Dream, where I attended a special education school on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, New Jersey, known then as the Bancroft Neural Health system. Two McDowell's in my life in nine years, to say the least, Mister Yogi Berra, is a pretty wild little 'coeenkeedink'. But while we are on this topic, do you really want me, anybody out here, to go on with this? Hay Margie Leo from 1985, cut me one Sweetie and not the smelly kind, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try to show how real this all is and show all kinds of proofs, and even dared to do a little YOU-TUBE stuff, and then began to figure to myself, well, if peeps want to do things their way, FRANKIE, then enjoy having one blue and one brown eye, and give my best to all female country vocalists that are not discussing dogs or skies in their lyrics, oh that's right PP, our thing went, “When the BLUE skies turn to gray, wrong colors, sorry about that, I am only a person, old 1973 buddy and tape recorder 'voice alterer', Sir Bruce Allan Pennock! Is a peta-juata WOW in order here, you know, a WOW times ten to the power of minus thirty-three. That would take up some nice big telescopic chunk of sky area, right amateur astronomers and pros as well??????? Yes, no do overs in this life, many times, and without L&O “SARAH-DAUGHTERS”, right HARNER??????? These boys in Hellyweird don't miss a trick, and they seem to know 100 times or more things about me, that I know about me. Well, we all know by now, hopefully Mister Islander-Joel, SIR, that only T3E entities can explain this otherwise unexplainable mystery, along with pyramids, and zillions of other wild shit!!!!!!!!!! So this makes the next question obvious to a moron who diligently follows the teachings of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was the great son of the Philly-Nurse, a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON? Who knows. His advice was a major listen-up for me, only at the time, what does a punky little kid like me care? We all need to be living backwards, born with the wisdom of our future selves at age 90, only reality kills that cool little fucking plan, eh? Still, I repeat the truth that those were extremely Wise words from the son of my mother's friend, the Philadelphia nurse, John McDowell. Let me go back into time with STM, and be sure all of this is covered in blogs. Folks this is no joke, this is what happens with all of us, you know, why did I do that or what is this bullshit? Well, many times it is T3E active and controlling us without our being remotely aware of it, and many times it is our own STM selves, being sure bases are getting covered. Did I ever ever wonder where the shadows dwelt by day in 1983, before the 21st century came around first? Ask the mighty Manhattan Quantum Physicist, Professor Kaku, as you all ready have my opinion which does not count since I have no walls filled up with degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA. ALL I'VE GOT ARE AN ENDLESS FUCKING SUPPLY OF HALLS WALLS, AND WHY? BECAUSE I HAVE AN ENDLESS SUPPLY OF HALLS FAWCES AGAINST ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











APRIL 4, 2015,

SATURDAY NIGHT AT 9:27,

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CURRENT TEMPERATURE,55 DEGREES FNHT.

WIND IS ESE AT 8, GUSTING TO 14.

HUMIDITY IS 69%, FEELING LIKE 79 DEGREES.

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A year ago, I said this to all of you kind folks out here:



Hay folks, howz-it-goen? As for me, I am doing just about as monstrously horrendous as it gets, but as all of us good Huntington clan, ''STILL HANGIN' IN THERE'', right Atlantic City Disc Jockeys of fire reporting, nearly a decade back into time????????? In all absolute honesty, ladies and gentlemen out here, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY ENDLESS PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING PREDICTIONS, HAY JAY-JAY-EVANS-BRO, “just what can I say”?















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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

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For about 1700 years now, people wanted to know a biblical mystery, concerning the Apostle Paul. Just what strange physical affliction did he suffer with that ''GOD'' or SSJKK was unwilling to cure him of? You won't believe me, but it is th every same affliction that I have suffered with since June 4, 1983, with my thyroid. It is not as rare a problem as many have come to think. This was his affliction as it is mine. He developed his as a result of something that happened to him on the road to Damascus, this great at that time, Saul of Tarsus, later to become the Apostle Paul of the Christian New Testament bibles. My situation developed as a result of many powerful strange electronic machines that put out very bizarre fields of energy, when all connected up and used together through the telephone system of those times. So how do I know all this, you may be asking? The voice that spoke to me from the autumn times of the year preceding 1983, have told me so. I have learned to heed these voices or 'knowings'. They made me continuous money at the impossible to beat game of roulette for one thing, and there is a lot more we need not get into right now. I absolutely know this is all true. I absolutely know other things. There are two organizations that have material caporial people walking back and forth across the land of this world, and probably the air and the sea as well. One group is called the Millionth-Council-Briggbase-Residents (MCBR) for short, called by me and Morianity, the MCBREE FACTION. The other group is called the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority (SDKM) for short, called by me and Morianity. It reminds me in a powerful way of our present American political system in Wash-Dock-13-600, AKA POWERS ON TH E HILL IN WASHINGTON, with its pretty much two party ruling class, the (R) and the (D) parties. This two party ASTRAL-WORLD system is very real. Nothing is real, not even here in waking life, but illusion is so powerful, we don't see this truth, nor will we ever be able to break the chains and bonds of this ultimate maya. Now moving back to the heart of cases here, on this blog; we wonder perhaps, just why did these HALLS FAWCES do these things, and then just why did HALLS WALLS go into an endless cover-up mode? If you want someone to do your bidding, you must be able to control them on a physical level, not as told to us for so very long, that you do this through controlling mental channels. The best way is to have full absolute control over someone's thyroid. If they can turn up the power that makes it grow, or turn it down as you obey this person or entity; they have the ultimate control-collar on you. It can be used to threaten such as a punishment-collar, or just be there endlessly to let someone know who is boss, a controllers-collar. As if the one with this thyroid condition is the animal and the handler has the power over this collar, to make your thyroid shrink and grow, at their whim. Only anti-anxiety medication can shrink the gland, or certain thyroid treatments, that most cannot afford. I find it offensive to me personally, that the supposedly great Mayo Clinic has the dastardly audacity to solicit for donations. They charge their patients as much if not more than other hospitals and institutions. I for one wouldn't give them a thin dam dime if my ass was on fire and by doing this, the fire would go out. In 1984, I had a lengthy talk with a very special lab-tech assistant to a throat specialist. She had a storehouse of information on the symptoms that I had been going through for nearly a year, and we talked at length and she scheduled an appointment for me to come into the doctor's office, and gave me driving instructions for getting there from voorhees, New Jersey. I had recently returned from my trip to Orlando, Florida, to visit with my ex-Chief Recording Engineer, mister Howard Solomon, from the RPL Sound Studio Labs of Camden, New Jersey, at the corner of State Street and Pierce Avenue.



You can read a blog like this and wonder what is going on, and you don't have even a small clue just what is happening, and has been, not for a few years or decades, but for millennia. Most don't even believe in what was really going on a long time ago, and the scientific community sees it black and white in their own way. We were visited by ET types and they were our ancient gods. The name for their belief system is Ancient Astronaut Theory. As with anything at all, there are various amounts of truth in what they claim abnd what they believe. It merely is a far cry from all of the truth that at least by my mind; I'd think some out here would yearn to really know the full scoop. After-all, it does all effect you and those you love, cradle to grave, and you can like or hate this reality, but to quote Dennis Snyder from Jersey 6-8 years ago, “That's just reality, son”. Just as Paul had to write his epistles to the various churches all around the magic are concerning the Earthly birth and human life of Almight God, in the persona of Jesus Christ the SAR (LORD) I too write these blogs over nearly a decade now, and throughout the majority of it, I didn't suffer with my affliction because the controller-collar was able to be managed and adjusted to levels where I was living as if I had no problems. But in this 2015 year that I knew I would be moving into; things have all changed. But I want to make very clear to those who are convinced that the Apostle Paul's famous side thorn, was not about his eyes. It was all about his thyroid gland. And I know this. SSJKK told me this truth, and told me that I may indeed tell it on my blog. But a lot more happened last night while 'asleep' besides what I remember with SSJKK at her great city that mortals refer to as 'HEAVEN'. It involved Russell Thaxton all grown up but young, like say age 25. I too was younger, maybe 35. Adam Schiff, the TV L&O character was also there, as his phase-4-character himself. There was an area somewhere, and it was up north, and it seemed to be a lot like a parallel universe Voorhees Township, where the Robin Hill Apartments are lovated, obviously in both of these universes, that were not all that similar or localized to where I am right now, typing out this blog to all of you. Mafia characters were involved. Now I know why I need to get something that SSJKK has been telling me to get for years now and I keep waving her off. I must order it as soon as possible, along with other crap that she insists I get. Don't try to go ahead of me or think where I am going with this. You may guess some and not other things, and it won't be one bit pretty when all is said and done and you learn you had the wrong ideas about so many things I am trying to get out to this world, before it is too late, if I may add that in here, SSJKK? All the crap I have gone through al of my life, is all a part of this thyroid gland problem. This is why that ridiculously strange event happened that never should have, outside the print shop that early late winter morning in 1977, and yes, I keep saying 1985 over an dover when I mean to say spring time in 1986, when David and I were at the Medport Diner, and all of hell broke loose from the bowels of the Earth, and nailed us, to quote goddess-Keisha, 'really gooooud'!!!!!!!!! I stand again corrected, as it was Helen Zebriski who said that to me regarding Keisha, telling me after gazing at my right arm and the monster fracture and bruise on it from a play-punch given to me by this girl who had just turned age fourteen, in th e early autumn of 1999, in Lindenwold, New Jersey one night while I was visiting with Helen and her wild friends.




Moving onward now about this wild hyperspace interaction that I experienced when I retired for sleep around three this morning and waking to it with a bang around shortly past five this morning. Some mob boss's daughter had fallen for me and Russell had taken me to a rave club or some similar place that I in this universe would never be caught dead in as I hate loud music and partying and all of this. I also hate illegal drugs, I hate booze, the whole dam enchalate, LSS, why would a person like me ever want to go clubbing or partying? I don't dance and have 5ive right feet and no left ones, and don't like anything about this stuff. But there I was, and this seemed to go on for a month, and always at night. I was in different vehicles, promising to pick Russ up and come back for him, and kept trying to leave. I could not escape this area, in this universe, it was like an entire small city of clubs all inside of a gated community. Getting out was almost impossible. Adam Schiff and I were talking in one of the parts of this experience and he seemed so nice, and then his mood shifted on a dime as if someone had just kicked him in his love beads or something, and he began coming down on me and saying really mean things to me and very harshly. I was getting into more and more trouble no matter how I tried to escape and get out of this horrible scene in HELLS-NIGHTS! I was chased by mobsters, beaten up, shot, and you name it. There were high speed car chases, and people throwing fire as it was called. They had a wild weapon in that parallel universe that shot out gasoline like a small fire hose that streamed a thin but long range channel of liquid fire, as it shot the gas out in two second intervals from one part of the small rifle, while another part then shot out a really powerful long range flame throw action. Things caught fire and burned and once they hit my car and it exploded, allowing me to get out with my life, but someone in the car with me did not make it. The girl who fell for me in the club was beyond gorgeous. She had long black hair and deep green eyes. She was so god dam beautiful it literally was disgusting. I was asking why there was no way to get out of this area and why it was gated in with some perimeter wall, but could get no decent answer or response from a a single soul. It seemed to go on a year of time, but unlike times where I really did go through long times such as what started all my hell in 1986 in middle August, there was no order of events or calendar displays or anything allowing me to perceive this with any certainty. I couldn't believe how Adam Schiff turned on me when I didn't think I said anything that would warrant his behaving that way. But then, these things all happen right here in this universe while awake, so that is not really any Earth shaking news to be speaking of here.


I had told Russ in this experience that both Cuzz Don and my daughter's hubby were being indwelt by the same T3E and that I know his name. Russ asked me the name, and I said, “Well I only knew him a bit before this time, as Lenny McKinnon, but that may just be another human that this TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) was indwelling back then. Just as we were into this part of our talk, Adam was passing by and was heading out onto the parking lot and the sidewalk across the street beyond the lot. But he heard me then say to Russ, I can't prove any of this, but obviously this is APOLLO-LUCIFER, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING, ETCETERA, (all the same difference)!!!!!!!!!! I said it forcefully, and Adam turned and gave me a half frown half smirk type of facial expression. I ran after him to discuss how I just popped into this place and wanted to know if he knew the way out and he said for me to just go with it and try and relax. When I made a counter statement and told him I had to leave right now, this is when he told me not to countermand his advice to me and he got almost like my commanding officer in some military situation.



THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over 2 years now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!!




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There are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything!!!!!!!!!!!
































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Don't EF around with magnetics”.


I for one know better than to do this. Yet I did a lot of it. We all think we can do whatever we want without consequences, especially when we're younger and stupider. Well, that was me, without a doubt.




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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.




With my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I don't dare be punning and joking around. Hay lovely Roseann Delaney. These fucking bastards are worse than you were that night in middle May, outside Brads place when you lunged out from those bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. WOW MACY BUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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!!!!!



I can hear the MILITUFORCE every waking and sleeping moment now, saying to me in a laugh type of voice;

Try getting out of this one”
Try getting out of this one”
Try getting out of this one”
Try getting out of this one”
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THERE ARE MORE HORSES ASSES THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, DAVID CHARLES ROTH!!!





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REAL MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.





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IWON'T ASK YOU MUCH LONGER MIZZ MARGIE LEO FROM 1985. PLEASE CUT ME A FUCKING BREAK, BIG LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 33









Now since I am doomed to die a horrible death at the hands of this oppressive evil empire (United States of America), for reasons to be quite frank, totally elude me yet a four year old suffering through my hell would know that it is totally real and true; but since I am doomed anyway folks, I will start telling you things that even my blogs never planned to reveal, at least as openly as I will get as we move this along.





Let me speak of my weakness that they knew they could cash in on whenever they needed to trump my king on the chessboard of life and laugh out at me, check maitee. My glandular disorder that I have now come to believe was somehow given to me by a powerful force that knew I would die from AIDS, when even I did not know I had this brand new disease. I still don't know when it came on me while at Mars, but it seemed to happen when I did something one morning while waiting for the print shop to open, that needs not be gotten into, as it is quite nasty. If you really are cleverly still alive with your mom and on some tropical island under another name, DAVE ROTH; they did a much better job on your fake course than they did with my mother in 2000 at that viewing. But if you are alive and reading this, explaining why your Style Court cousin is a literal Twinbay to you, so maybe he should be called Twindave, but yes, it explains why he had no interest in following up with me regarding your murder and that of your mom, by mister Jonathan Schau of Philly's Drake Towers. In any event, the fucking crumb stole all of your life insurance money which led to your mom getting a heart attack just days or so after you hit the fucking grave, unless it was all a big fake balloon hoax child scale of nine years earlier. Anyway, I know what you did that night at the Crystal Lake Diner when I didn't like that lousy buttered bagel, so don't hand me any shit about my wackiness. Still, things all happened, and there's no turning the mother fucking clock back. I got sick fast and was almost dead in a few months, but I survived. But I wouldn't have survived past 1983 or so if an incredible astral world teenager had not intervened somehow. She and her wild powers from the heavens, managed to create the IMM Corporation along with many other things that I can get into later on. I think I would have been better off dying the way I was meant to, but SHE RULES THE COSMOS. LSS, a while ago, most who read this blog, remember the Marvin Gaye crap we heard buzzing all over the TV-news and SM. It was all about his song being ripped off by this new current times artist, don;t begin to ask me his name or the group's name, as you know, I don't know one of these fucking assholes from another, and could care fuckiGN cunt less. BUTTT and I do mean BIG FUCKING ASS BUTTTTTT; folks, this is the exact time, when I popped off on my blogs about my connections with stuff like this and gave you the details; tiny as my pathetic little fuckign following may be; but THAT is when the law was suddenly changed, regarding NO MORE COMPUTERIZED PHARMACY ORDERING ALLOWED ON THE MEDICINE I TOOK FOR 31 YEARS, AND ONLY PAPER SCRIPS ALLOWED. They knew Doctor Omar the dirt hole did not do paper scrips, it was either allowed on the system, or it was not. The psych place said it is not against the law for a doctor to prescribe my medication, if it is under the psych-dosage of 2-Milligram max. This is a 14/week Mg dosage. For 31+years, I had been on 28 Mg. Before I die, I will take to the World court at the Hague, all of this, plus a powerful tape that proves Cuzz Trump knew these FAWCES all along, as it was not me who was doing this traveling, despite what some people mistakenly believe. They all know I am sitting on proof that time travel has indeed been cracked, and is being used!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To them, I am way beyond a fucking pariah. What I am to these fawces of Mister Hall, make even a PARIAH to the millionth power look tame, as no way to describe my shit, does justice to it. The most powerful part of all is that I never knew any of this until well after I came to Florida and left the nightmare New Jersey life behind, or so I mistakenly mother fucking thought that I had, and was quite wrong! But my point for right now, is that I can prove this law passed to choke me to death covertly, was a direct result of my daring to openly tell you all that shit, after the Marvin Gaye plagiarism incident made the news. The timing was precise. In any event, this only scratches a small surface, but it does tell you what I am dealing with. If these industry trash can have a law passed, proving the lobbyist billionaire Washington Conspiracy beyond any shadow of fucking doubt; with this example being a perfect reflection of that reality; then my thinking there is any hope or any chance, remaining in this oppressive and totally sick deranged evil empire, with any quality of life or now it seems, any life at all; and I can just totally forget about it, BRO!!!!!!!! Mouse jumping started up after I said this, FCC McDowell, but then, we both know you're hands are tied, and you cannot help me. I once thought Mizz Bondi could, and later came to learn that she wants me dead too, Sheriff Mascara. Oh she'll deny it, Kenny my boy, I don't expect anyone to ever go to bat for me in all of this. But just hope and I am dead ass fuckiGN serious, just hope to the gods, that after I am gone, that my shit doesn't ever fall off on any of you. If they can do this to me, Mister Ollie Stone JFK Greatmovies from 1992, they sure can do it to you and yours!!!!





















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The entire months of March and April have been one huge fucking super 'BOTBAR' for me, (Bottom Of The Barrel Already Rated)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew the Mayo Clinic wouldn't work out, and I was right. There was a time when the word ''CLINIC'' meant FREE, but not any more. They told me that was a laugh, I guess on me. They said I did not have the type of insurance that pays either, they do not take any Health Maintenance Organization type of insurances, and my Welcare is an HMO. Of course, that sent the day right straight to a fucking super BOTBAR.









I know that I have to pack up and run away to some place in the world that will give me the only medicine that will stop me from literally mother fucking slowly exfixiating to death. I know the fucking word is misspelled, and I respelled it the way it sounds, and neither way, will asshole Spellchecker Microsoft, correctly spell the word. You all know it means choking to death. I am asphyxiating, in here. WOW and WOW; they decided to spell it for me after-all!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY.







THERE IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!

A dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!

A dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!

A dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!

A dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















No great mighty sir, Late 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, of BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK; take your cameras, your scratched phonograph records, your lack of permitted ice cream treats, and all of your wonderful warped CD's, and stick them so far into where the sun never shines, that there are no words to express my desire for you to go and do this. Well to keep old AE happy, DAD and Stacey Hamblin; he would be what I thought of, back before the time when I fully understood the 'great equation', when I was in my late teen years; Uncle Heinz that is; my constant relative, unfortunately. At least those days are over, that is until I am back on that train again, reliving for the two hundredth time give or take a few times, this nightmare looped life. Oh I know quite well how some have questions for me who have managed to go to the LOC and read my 1994 book, “TPB”, inb Washington 13-600-DC. Folks, I do not claim to know stuff, only to be able to shuffle lots of pieces all together and pl;ay with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The Ultimate Super Sleuth, could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the great United States Copyright Office know a few powerful truths from this so-called work of fiction, the main one being, it is no fiction. Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true shit in the life of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!! WEEEEEE.

















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OH MOTHER FUCKING SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!



What can you do when they're gonna' kill you?

The day at the diner of King Neb-New-Shoe

I told you Dave old pal, so there's nothin' new

You and me are drowning in the witch's stew

Oh baby, my sweet sweet baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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I have a major new fucking respect for electronic-metaphysics. Anyone who plays around with making reality via electronics, is a fool. Take this from me. The one who said in 1983, “Don't EF around with magnetics”. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be the end for them.













Bob McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy from seventy-2???? Tell whore SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss her, YO!







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I knew they would not allow me to live to the 100,000 crossover; and no puns meant there!



With my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I don't dare be punning and joking around. These fucking bastards are worse than you were that night in middle May, outside Brads place when you lunged out from those bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. And these fucking jerk-offs on television think they have some shit with their cool shows. I was there and faced a real vampire, or whatever the fuckiGN hell she was, back in 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Could you have prevented that attack on me as well, Rodney?









Well before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David Charles Roth again, “while water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”, allow me to remind all of you that my murder will most likely go unpunished. But up in the future I get back at all of you and have never told you this. May the gods help me for spilling these beans. More than twenty-eight centuries from now, in a place that really quite frankly ain't anyone's bizz; HACK-HACK-HACK SCUM BAG DIRT HOLE born of a dirt hole; with another (WD-HACK) Bob-FCC, YO; I convinced the society around me which was quite small, exactly 1800 people. Who knows, maybe one person for every number in the original Robin Hill Apartment I resided in while in this current existence; then adding in SSJKK and myself is two more so 1+1+1800=1802 as in Robin Hill. I don't know that for a fact, but it is one hell of a wild coincidence, huh Knick Heaterhotels. Well, first we went back only we did not go back. You scratch your heads, I know. We went sideways. We just created a parallel world where it became around the year 11,200 BCE by our present calendars of 2015 AD. When I convinced SSJKK not to stop this little experiment, it all went this exact way. This incredible teenager won't ever tell me why she does things the way that she does. But she recently showed me that this medical condition that I have is a pivotal tart of the rest of humanity's future. First came 1954, then 1965, then 1969, then 1980, then 1983, and then now here in 2015. Hay you don't want this too easy. What fun would it be if Mark Bruner and Mark mohr and dick Wolf and the Macy-Karge bunch spilled all of the beans? YUK THAT!

















My new roulette system, even while I am slowly dying; is beyond wonderful and I only wish I had it years ago when I lived practically down the road from good old mother fucking Atlantic City. But this same system is light years ahead of even the mighty GAWNUM, and all of the DIE words proving that my awesome daughter, at even the age of ten; indeed was doing all of this. But there is so much more to this shit. This new system has assigned a subdivided area of my entire 9.3 year blog, or maybe said better, it has broken it up into pieces of time that is was written. With a fast translation formula, I can get to that right up on the net within a minute or two. Here is what popped up when I asked why I am dying of this 1983 condition. Even the mighty FCC MC DOWELL will have to concede here, that this goes even beyond being just vely-vely-intelesting, YO!



DECEMBER 12, 2013,

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THANK YOU SEABOTTOM. I ALWAYS DID BELIEVE IN YOU. WE NEED TO TALK SOMEHOW, about W----U radio, and those tapes from the nineteen-nineties.





Yesterday, I was under too much horrible fucking siege from the MILITUFORCE, to tell how it had been exactly 4 years to the day, that I awoke at a I-95 rest stop, where I had slept since arriving by car in Jacksonville, Florida the night before close to midnight, and found this cozy rest stop to relax my fucked up weary bones for a few hours. I thought I arrived in paradise for a few hours, and was struck extremely hard with a powerful punch from Mister Reality, as the hours passed along after being awakened by a very nice highway trooper who asked me if I was all right, as they really do not want folks to sleep at rest stops other than for maybe four hour maximum cat naps. It is all one huge con game with those with money, all aiding each other, perhaps not even realizing what they are doing consciously, and seeing it from their vantage point of not allowing bums to stink up their society and its 'beauty'. They really want you to check into some 200 a night hotel near highway exits. Fine, we all would like to do this as well, hot meals, hot baths, comfy beds, the works. But again, there goes hard puncher Mister fucking Reality, to greet us all. Ouch! As I continue along with PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL, AAAB, I awoke without incident an almost an hour ago. I need to put a few things on this record, RIGHT NOW, lovely LOO-10-ant, Anita Corecedin. I did not ask to get born. I did not ask to be in this mother fucking family. I did not ask to share the burden of this family's cock sucking horrendous curse. No one ever asks me anything. I just get pushed around and shoved hard, right into one dogshit pile after another. This sounds like I'm Fruitcake City and I know this, I also know it is true. For some reason, these same things that are said in holy bibles and ancient writings are totally acceptable, that is until somebody claims these miracles are surrounding them personally, for their entire life, right Dorothea Dario? Yes, she sure knows about having numerous operations licenses herself, she and hubby crook. They were two violent and evil peeps as young teens and adolescents, and went right on being total trash cubed. Yes, as I said so perfectly in the mid late autumn of 1995, ''I do think it wise, that this book be made a part of the life journal of Mark Wayne Clark Mohr. This is the beginning of the book known as Morianity Bible. Morianity bible is as the name implies, a bible; a bible to sustain, to edify; perhaps save the very life of the author of this bible, at some critical time when without it, the author may commit suicide. A lot of things are difficult to find a point of origination. It's very difficult for me to tell myself or anyone else, where this pain, and these negatives in my life began. I've noticed it seems to be a trap, a negative within a negative, and I'm convinced that part of the thing that's working against me, the force, the thing, whatever is working against me, derives its power from a continual perpetuation of confusion. Keeping someone confused has won many a boxing bout. Confuse a business partner, confuse an opponent in a law case, and no genius is required to know the outcome, that the person doing the confusing has a great chance of winning''. THIS IS FROM the original Morianity Bible old Testament that was dictated at the highview Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey, onto C-90-cassette tapes. Only my first tape survived my trip to Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









There are more things under Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are drempt about in your whittle philosophy, so sayeth the GAP William Shakespeare!!! Yeah screw you death angel, I know I'm dying, so take me already you asshole!!!!!!! Whatcha-waitin-4? The PASSOVER or the CROSSOVER? Now THAT Sir Rockdroid Lurch Blucranrodden, IS A BIG ASS PUN, so WEEEEEEE!













THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.








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