The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 53

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 53

APRIL 13, 2015,

EARLY MONDAY EVENING AT 7:33,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-85/L-69).

HUMIDITY IS 69%. IT FEELS LIKE 82 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 16 WITH GUSTS TO 26.

All mother fucking cunt lapping day long; people are slamming in and out on this floor, on my west wing of this building from turd chewing hell. On top of feeling like turd swallowing pig piss, I have to contend and deal with NABES FROM MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!! This is also on top of being bothered by asshole illegal insurance salespersons pounding on my cunt sniffing door a little shy of mother fucking three this cock licking dam ass afternoon, PAM BONDI, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF PILL MILL HATER FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! WOW I GUESS YOU ALL ARE GOING TO MAKE SURE I DIE, HUH OLD FRIEND SHERIFF K.M.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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BANK THE FUCKING HELL ON THIS, KIND SHERIFF SIR: I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNTY VIOLATED!!!!

I have come to learn some amazing mother fucking things, but doubt it will do me too much good, you know, too little, too late. It explains in a brand new and greater illumination, why things have all happened in certain ways, even beyond my original concept of just the ESS and even their Earthly gang here, the EW, and all of the things done to me since I left Philadelphia city schools to live in New Jersey; the land of hellish quintessential corruption, and unspeakable dastardly horrendous criminality against many very innocent people, such as poor old mother fucking little defenseless me, YO BRO!!!!!!!!

These cock suckers are not going to rest until my remains stink and are six feet below the surface level of this cunt huffing planet, that much I know beyond any doubt whatsoever, so help me SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, the Almighty Godd-ESS of this miserable multiverse (simulation gamogram)!!!!!!!!!!

I am not going to make things worse by playing their miserable mother fucking game. I cannot strop what they do, but I CAN CONTROL certain shit that I FUCKING DO, YO!

HEADS ARE REALLY GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING START TUMBLING, WHEN MY MAGGIE STARTS TO REALLY FUCKING KICK SOME ASS SHORTLY. JUST WAIT AND DAM SEE IF THAT IS A LOT OF BULL-KICK, FOLKS!

BACK IN THE FINAL THREE YEARS THAT I LIVED IN DAM NEW JERSEY, FORCES WERE TURNING GOD DAM SOMERSAULTS CUBED AND CUBAN, BECAUSE OF POWERFUL SHIT ALL AROUND ME. IF YOU THINK THIS JUST INVOLVES THE VERY PROBABLE CURRENT INCARNATION OF THE TRIPLE GODDESS, THEN YOU WOULD BE WRONG. I DON'T SAY THAT THIS WAS NOT A MAJOR PART IN THE SYSTEM, BUT FATHOM THIS OR NOT GREAT PEEPS, IT WAS BY NO MEANS TH EONLY PART. THIS IS WHAT I WILL TRY TO GET INTO IF I LIVE LONG ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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JANE FUCKING WHORE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO I MUST COMPENSATE NOW WITH MY FIVE'S COUNTERSTRIKE, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bob McDowell would say it so wonderfully and accurately, “Vely vely intelesting”. I cannot tell you in detail, but you know what; I know that a few out here, just 'know'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then again, one dictating writer to another, phase-3 or phase-4; Doctor Steckle on the super great 'Flatliners' movie; ''Maybe I'm just fucked in the head''. Hay Joanna from 1979, like WOW! Shit for crissake, What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, let's not go here Sally Starr. Yes I typed in another MIND-HACK PBHE SCREW UP, SAYING IN 1988, I MEANT QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE YEAR 1998, WHEN THE GREAT SS HELPED ME OUT IN ATLANTIC CITY AFTER MY BEACH THEFT. No typos, no PBHE (prior blog hacks or errors) no how, no nothing, no witches, no OZ, no confusions, no hyperspace equations, just the fucking goddess dam facts, ma'am, huh Mister Friday, YO???????????????????????????

Oh the gods; may all of these cosmic-hacks be properly dealt with, inside the guts and bowels of the GAP KFP. Am I right or wrong, SIR BRUCE? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? (Entertainment World) Hay folks, I can easily sit here with ideas and speculations and theories and all this lovely nice stinking crap soup. Until I have an answer that would be able to stand up to courtroom scrutiny, keeping my big fat ass shut might just be the fucking proper way for me to go here, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUTTTTT, the great dreaming interactions of Tim Devendorf from the local county home for somewhat slow individuals, whom I met while I was employed with the special AARP program in 2010, where they paid me to be a volunteer worker at the local large charity of the county, known as the HARVEST, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ is their cool website, the one that back then, had my photo on it; oops, that's against a lot of post Cooley-Hall regs, or (PCH-regulations), but aniwho YO; his 'dream' about us being in trouble, years before the bear-hug incident, and also my powerful 'dream' about the exploding festival, and Vasco DeGama kicking my ass and then sailing away down the Indian River with his crew, all singing loudly, my tune from the year 2000, and © called, “Atlantic Queen”, all has what I have called on many of these blogs for a half decade or more now, “hyperspace Equation”, or HSE! I have discussed without being all that shy, a lot of things, and many times have shown how this HSE shit is so real, and so incredible; and is being done by dream-travelers; if I may use a very dinosaur type word, for TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, OF THE GREAT EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY (ESS)!!!!!!!!!!!!

Louise Hendershodt from 1967 summer time, at summer camp, if they have not screwed with her; knows too well, just how powerful this all can be, because even though a lot of folks any seem to be impressed with actual physical traveling to other places and times; the very same thing can be done without physicality, and that is a powerful piece of global historic information that is about as hush-hushed as it gets. All the saucer and alien shit and a whole lot more, is merely an single ant, that is part and within the large field of virtually endless colonies of ants, of truth and information. Rapped up in all of it, is always and was always, the ESS. But would I have ever known any of this, if they had just let me leave Cooley Hall, open up my little mother fuckiGN mail order business, and not stop me and fuck with me at every single turn until I failed from morning until night time at every single thing that I ever tried to do, misses Theresa Pennock, YO?????????? I ask you this question, ma'am, I just want the facts Joe Friday, and Misses Pennock, YO! Yes, how else can you explain, in all honesty, great folks out there, and I want you to look up at your computer monitor or whatever monitor, and see the three icon on the top right of your screen, the minus, the square, and the RED-X. Gimme' a break here Margie and Louise, I mean really, JEEEEEEEEEZ Twinbay, no wonder I am so fuckiGN ass negative 24/7! BUTTTTT, the light at the end of the dam tunnel is a lot more than three intersecting jet vapor trails all crisscrossing in December of 1969 or a lot of XXXXXXXXX red-exes, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Turn left or right on Grant, oh great one???????????????????

People like it straight forward once in a while, so here goes. 99.999% of anyone who has heard of me or my words, has not tried, or if they have tried, have not become overnight successes at being successful dream-travelers (T3E). So right away, it is me who is a nut or a fool or a jack off or whatever RAW! No, sahwee, it is not me, and just because it may not be as 1-2-3 easy as some little fucking ditty we all hear on the great Sesame Street; doesn't dispel the reality of any of my words. Ever hear the expression, “If it was easy, everybody would be doing it”? If not, you've fuckiGN been living in a god dam cave all of your life, and IPYT, kind lads and lassies! But one thing I do know for sure. And this needs to be said cleverly. There are those who are naturals, I don't care if it is sports, music, business, social stuff, and again with the 'whatever'. Mortimer Mortino the DEATH ANGEL is very annoying tonight, but then, he knows that my physical death is at hand. The real me already knows that I choose to never again think about or remember any part of this horrible nightmare dream here as Mark Wayne Mohr, so as far as Mark Wayne Mohr, all that he knows, all that his life ever was or wasn't, will be lost to total oblivion. But you see people, I am not Mark Wayne Mohr, any more than any of you in higher reality, are the person written on your fuckiGN drivers license. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 52

APRIL 13, 2015,

MIDDLE MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:38,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-85/L-69).

HUMIDITY IS 63%. IT FEELS LIKE 87 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 17 WITH GUSTS TO 26.

I am going to have a talk with Resident Manager Debra Marotto come Wednesday. I am getting solicitors at the door selling life insurance, and every day some asshole is at my door; and I am a sick dying old man who needs rest, not jerk offs banging on my mother fucking door! This is not supposed to be happening here in a Public Housing Building, YO!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, YO!

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I am one totally mother fucked up duck; yet it is all the dam quacks out there that have caused this nasty mess. So maybe I will drive all the way up on I-95 to the GAP Academy Road exit in 'Pensy', and then I forget whether I make a left or a right onto GRANT AVENUE. OH BY GASH, BY GOLOY; GREAT NORTH BY NORTHWEST ACTOR, MR. G—R—A—N—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then, is it still true that if it quacks like a duck, Misses Mohr More Problems; it is one?????????????????? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FONTY!

HOLY CUNT CHEWING STINK SNOT ON FIRE, BRO,

I am tired of being the fucking fall guy all of my dam ass life; Professor Theodore Jackson, and Shorty MacInvondi, and Bruce Allen Keyboards-From-Petahell Pennock, YO!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 51

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This is a dying utterance that I swear by almighty GODDESS that Planet Earth folks call GOD and other names around the globe; that this is truth and absolute reality as I perceive it to be. Forces have worked very hard and tediously without relent since I left Hopkins Lane's special education school in late January of 1973, to wipe out and destroy my entire life. This is not made up, delusions of a psychotic mind, agenda oriented in any way, and so on. It is pure simple truth as best as I have been able to report it. Now my enemies will kill me and get away with it, slowly exfixiating me until I eventually die. The only that was my fault, was when I started my Doogie Howser ranting and then took off from there like a Mars mission rocket on fucking steroids. You start to prove that ESS and time manipulation is real and ongoing, just as Governor Wrestler Man Ventura and others found out the hard way, and careers end, and so do lives if need be, via covert 'mibbing' or some reasonable similar facsimile.

I am not able to make anyone see anything or believe anything, but no one on this dirt bag planet can tell me that I can accuse some people of first degree murder and torture, over a sixty year period, when I know as sure as mother fuckiGN shit eating hell that I am telling the absolute truth to both GOD and MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't mind dying at all, because it is all over and the enemies can never hurt me again. I don't give a mother fuckiGN rats ass what the cunt sucking bible says. I know it will be all fucking cunt over, Uncle Heinz Gozzwald of 175 Peninsula, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Well people, it is another hot day, and Fort Pierce, Florida is filled with those, pretty much year round. We had some relative-cold weather by Florida standards, so I cannot say the north stole Florida's winter completely this year. Some of those Canadian systems worked their way down to the great far southern regions. Don't get so dam wet and excited now, Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis, and yes, I love your sister twin Diana, the Goddess of Lightning, so there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL 13, 2015,

LATE MONDAY MORNING AT 10:26,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-82/L-69).

HUMIDITY IS 69%. IT FEELS LIKE 87 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 14 WITH GUSTS TO 22.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, YO!

Quite a while ago, in where else but good old freaking Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; I walked down a street at night, and JUST KNEW something. There is no mystery to Deja-vu, knowings, and other such related stuff. We all are repeating many lives because in fifth dimensional hyperspace, very atomically close universes are off by about a lifetime and yet all other things are not off at all, or said better, the only thing making them parallels at all is that you were born or you began to dream after birth, but whichever, you now are living a normal life, only guess what? There is a parallel universe where you already lived it, almost in a total reflection. Now becoming atomically locked as time goes forward is connected to decisions, layering in conscious memories, and other heavy duty stuff not recognized or understood at all here in 2015. When I tell small things about Exploratronic Supermind and the society of travelers from mostly distant future points in human 5-D collective consciousness, this is a TOTAL NO-NO. It s classified as MAJESTIC TOP SECRET, and it does not get higher on the scale than that. I know this, as a knowing. I was never told this. I don't have to be. But the 1987 evental-time-warp still kicks in to cause a dilemma and a problem in th efull logic of it all. If these rotten scum bag bastards had allowed me to live a notrmal life, none of these things would ever have happened. Still, a child knows why I had to live this exact life, and anyone that just refuses to believe it, needs to contact the great NYU Professor Michio Kaku. He may not give me a 100% green-light, BUT HE KNOWS WHAT IS BEING SAID HERE, AND IPYT FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!

SOMEONE HACKED ME BIG TIME AND CAUSED ME A SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR. NEVER EVER FUCKING AGAIN WILL I NOT PUBLISH A WORK I DO OR DO IT IN SECTIONS. IT HAS BEEN TOTALLY HACKED OFF. I WORKED ALL MORNING ON THIS BLOG, AND THEN TOOK A MAJOR SHIT HIT AND CLOSED IT ALL OUT, SAVED THE BLOG AND CLOSED IT DOWN; AND NOW IT IS TOTALLY GONE. ON TOP OF THAT I GOT A STRANGE VISIT FROM A NEW NEIGHBOR, AND OTHER STRANGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO ME AS WELL. MY COMPUTER MAGNESONIC-KFP WILL COUNTERSTRIKE WHOEVER MADE THIS SUNDAY AN OFF THE SCALE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER CUNT SNIFFING BOTBAR DAY FOR ME. THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 50, YO.

THINGS DON'T GET FUCKING WORSE FOR ME. I DON'T JUST LOOK CRAZY, AND ACT CRAZY; I AM FUCKING CRAZY. BUT YOU WOULD ALL BE NUTS AS FUCKING SHIT TOO; IF YOU HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH MY COCK SUCKING LIFE, PEEPS! IPYT!

APRIL 12, 2015,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:48,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 59% AND IT FEELS 89 DEGREES.

TODAY'S RANGE------(H-85/L-66).

WIND IS SSE AT 11, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 12.

I just can't mother fucking believe this first blog is gone out of nowhere. Normally, even if you forget to hit the prompt for SAVING, a reminder dialogue box pops up saying to cancel or discard or save. I saved it and remember hitting the little square, and then EXED OUT of the office program. When I went back up, it is just poof magic Harry fucking Potter GONE, like the winds of Milituforce endless war!!!!!!!!!!!!! This really mother fucking sucks, as I said some powerful fucking shit.

Monday, August 29, 2011

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0222

SAFE JOURNAL, CHATER 0222
7:09 PM, MONDAY, AUGUST 29TH, 2011
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WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. Yeah, we've been here before, and we don't need to repeat it again, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA Mister jack-off McNulty!

Monday night, even though bullshit was all ready happening, it might have not turned into this super mountain sized siege if I had not gone 2 sleep and had a major Atlantic City interaction, U would say I dreamed vividly about Atlantic City, same horse, differed rider. I do not remember much, only that it started again at the 5th floor ballroom of the old Treymore Hotel, a history marker now again removed by a powerful human extension of the Astral World Lambrigger Cultist, or the residence of the “mighty and powerful’ BRIGGBASE-OZ. Then I worsened things by telling MAJOR SECRETS.

Yeah, my noisy illegal guest nabe is a real pain in my mother fucking ass today, kind folks. The kids might say, “Like WOW”. I'll just say, ''fuck the world''.

I told a lot of powerful secrets, and did not exclude the giant horseflies of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club, Tim Barber's multi oscillation integrenetronic machine in his basement right there behind the world famous Glassboro State College, Mister Technocover Inductotherm Donater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told many things, and the great mental health system already screws me by claiming that anyone who makes claims that are beyond his or her time, is a psychotic lunatic. What totally mother friggin' kills me all to hell is how so many of you out here, like dumb little sheep, buy into what this global society is doing to all of us, without question. Straight into the slaughter house, without so much as a bleat, for hearing some refreshing darn truth. To that I must scream out a big MACY-WOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!