HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 74

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Big or small, what is real is real. This applies on and off of 1970's Cornwall Avenue at Tom Reale's place, the great Jersey Chill-Moe of mystery.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 74

I AM HERE; AND A LOT OF DANCING EMPLOYEES OF A MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY MCDONALDS RESTAURANT, BACK SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE LATE PART OF 1988; KNOW THIS ALL TOO WELL; OH GREAT COPYRIGHT OFFICE, AND EXAMINERS.

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Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.

PAu001148157

1988

Lucky twenty, Huh Washington, DC. WEEEEEEE! I am the luckiest mother fucker on this planet. Like dam ass WOW, Mister R.H. Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APRIL 21, 2015,

TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:49,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 59%. IT FEELS LIKE 86 DEGREES.

WIND IS WNW AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 8.

My daughter beat me up last night, in hyperspace (dreams). Oh well, it 'beats' being beaten up in what you all might think of as 'here in real life'. Don't get me started at all, Mizz Eckert Pharmaceuticals, YO!!!!!!!!! Things did end on a fairly good note, and I don't feel the need to tell about the experience right now, other than to say it was part of a serial system, continuing from several nights back, perhaps as long as a week, where I was about to get knocked on my fat ass. Say LEVY in or out of France, or I could say other things that might not be all that nice, or by any means allowable on WAYV-FM-radio, up there at the boardwalk just yards away from the great Almighty Sarah's 1969 ''SHOP'' on 10-SC Avenue. Holy what, Mister Prefontaine's co-runner? An d then there was the day in 1974 on the beach near the shop and McGuire's and Bassler's old Piccadilly Hotel, where not the running coach, or the great Ollie Stone, but another wild strange dude appears out of no place other than the same ether that he later vanished back into, but only after telling me stuff about Kennedy and the whole deal that you still never hear told to this day, not even in the great movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I turned around after three seconds, and this man was gone, like Harry Poof Potter, so you tell me, just how full of bullshit this whole story on this blog really is, YO folks!

Now I am going to tell you a little bit about a parallel universe FRANK CALLIO, who designed and built quite a few incredible electronic devices, one being his own personal stereo, that was the talk of eastern Atlantic County for decades, over there in that altered reality. Forget about all the shit you may have read so far on stuff I told, both in hyperspace beyond as well as right here in this neighborhood of the cosmos. There are only two people, not that this is not more than enough, but two so far in my life as current-me, MWM; who despite time or distance, I appear to run into over and over and over, and yes, both in WAKING LIFE, and SLEEPING LIFE, or here in body as well as in other parts of somewhat localized hyperspace, in parallel universes. One is this strange dude who only once graced my presence here, and many other times in DREAMS, and then Sir-Nick, who likewise, once here on the Black Horse Pike when he was in his middle teens, and the rest, again, in hyperspace parallels. He won't be the topic of discussion right now, but the mysterious police Sargent of Atlantic City, New Jersey, will be, mister Francis Callio, only I do not think the birth certificate reads that way, if so, his Private Cosmicoded Number or PCN is not what I thought all this time. Many know that I spoke with him at the Atlantic City Police Station, in May of 1997, and David Roth was along with me that day. But seventeen years before this, his doppelganger was physically taking over as a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, a young dude on Browning Road, in Magnolia, New Jersey, just a short distance south of the world famous Edmund Scientific Factory. I was driving into my job at the RPL Sound Studio Labs, and he and I crossed paths, and this has been blogged and told. He told me he would destroy my car if I did not give him a ride, and I did not. On my way home from the dam recording studio, near to where this happened while driving in; I hit a mysterious muffler, that just appeared like instantaneous magic, along the Black Horse Pike; and my gas tank blew and all of my gasoline emptied out. Why I wasn't injured as with the movie called, “CASINO” with the other STONE, and Bob Dinero the mobster; I will never know, and yes the nae is misspelled and the dam Spellchecker won't help me to properly spell it, YO. There is a story in all of this that would take years to properly tell. I know Paula Uwich knows all about it, as do those delicious dolls; the Braxton sisters. It seemed that CBS Network was correct all along about psychics however, and I do owe them a big apology. It is why the dam federal agencies began closing the hotlines down for conning people, but guess what? I love the FTC as they got money I was conned out of by an AM radio talk station in th ePhilly area, back for me, crooked Art Bell and his friends, with that garbage snake oil junk called Human Growth Hormone or HGH, but as for these 'psychics', there is real power involved. They have a real network, like the computer world has GOOGLE, they all had an information SOURCE, and Paula told me the Braxton';s were part of this Sarah thing, back in 1996. She was of course totally right. But she was no psychic, there are no such things. I understand shit that I didn't understand back in fucking 1997, YO world. Well, whore bitch Jane Fonda Garbage-Lady, just nailed me with her ONE'S ATTACK, with page eleven of fucking eleven. Allow me to quickly compensate please, kind lads and lassies, YO!

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MILITUFORCE JUST FUCKING CUNT CRASHED MY COMPUTER WORD DOCUMENT FILE AGAIN, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO, AT 3:23, SAME MINUTE AS THE GREAT TRINIDAD ROOM NUMBER OF THE NINETEEN MOTHER FUCKING SIXTIES, YO, ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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You sang to me that things would be all right in the morning light, oh great Donna. Yeah right, real dam all right. Lenny, I'll always hear you making fucking fun of my song back in 1981 on that dam ass Citizens Band Radio set at my job on the MAFCO River, that I guarded, under the mighty Charley Harmon at the Globe Security Office back then. You were talking to either Miss Chillie or Mizz Teenage-blood-pressure. WOW, yesterday to me mother fucker, only mother fuckiGN ass yesterday. I remember shit from fuckiGN trillions of dam years back, McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can have Almighty God, while it lasts, enjoy YO. This I have been told by her, is a contrast, so you will remember what you lost for all eternity, you evil bastard mother fucker.

Well, when not swimming and choking and ducking Ann's rocks, 'Lenn' my 'fren', I guess you're damaging hub caps, or abducting people into time games. WOW, like look the fuck at you, my BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA, huh Mister McNulty???????????????????

Yeah Frank Callio and boardwalk kids that day when I was with Jerry Heitzmann, “I'M BAD”!

These fucking hacker crashers are why the font shit is happening lately, first pink, then black, as just now I observed that when it happened, the display showed that if I did not readjust to BLANK-OFF-HIGHLIGHT, you would have read nothing but blank black void. Oh well, just hit your fucking CONTROL-A when it happens and I don't catch it, YO BRRRRRR!!!

TWEET-TWEET-TWEET, BUT NOT ON THESE BLOGS. THERE IS WAY TO MUCH TO TELL FOR JUST SOME MOTHER FUCKING TWEETING, MY KIND PEOPLE OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!

I could blog from cunt chewing Pluto, to quote Judge Judy, not the swearing part of course; and I would still encounter these same problems. I know this, as I have been all over this multiverse, and beyond it, on the MIND REALM, the LAWTRON REALM, and even aware in a dual tranced state in 1997 one night, at the Somerdale death house on Harvard Avenue, TO THE GREAT VOID that dreams out into 7-D reality, or maybe said better, non-reality. Oh Lordess, Paula Uwich, and friends. MEOW-MEOW-MEOW, Gawky Highways of death and Mortimer Mortino's. Too many coincidences for me to buy into, how'bout you Mister yogi non NY-KNICKS Berra, sir???????????????????????

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 73

Well Dawn, you brought it on. You and your cousin, my wonderful great daughter. I just hope the two of you can really sleep well at night, I truly do! Bruce said it all, and I know that none of us are without error!

YES MISTER FCC BOB MCDOWELL, HERE I GO AGAIN, THEY ARE FREEZING AND TRYING TO CRASH ME, WHILE YOU SIT THERE REMINISCING ABOUT 1972 AND TIMELESS SATELLITE CALENDARS AND TAPE RECORDING OUR CONVERSATION THAT DAY. PLEASE HELP ME UP HERE IN THE FUTURE. THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE ROOM FOR ME UP HERE, OUTSIDE OF COSTNERS JFK CORNFIELDS AND ALL OTHER FIELDS, BUT I WILL SAY THIS MUCH, SIR. I DO NOT NEED AT&T, THOSE GORGEOUS BRAXTON SISTERS, PAULA UWICH, MY KID, JAMES EARL JONES, OR MY WONDERFUL KID; TO GIVE ME PERMISSION TO BE HERE. I AM HERE, AND A LOT OF MOTHER FUCKING DANCING EMPLOYEES OF A MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY MCDONALDS RESTAURANT BACK IN MIDDLE LATE 1988, KNOW THIS ALL TOO WELL, OH GREAT COPYRIGHT OFFICE AND EXAMINERS.

BOY DO I WISH YOU WERE RIGHT NEXT DOOR, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, AND AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, (FCC, FBI, HONORABLE FLORIDA GOVERNOR, & ACLU).

Maybe this high disc usage thing needs to be addressed by the guru over at STAPLES STORES. Oh well, they say money is there for spending. I know I have never been Gozzwald-Permitted in my current lifetime, to ever save any of it, hard as I may continuously mother fucking keep trying for six dam decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cooley Hall, the magic place. There are people who today laugh and scoff at the life of Jesus Christ, and will pay for it with endlessness on the Astral Plane, never allowed to reside in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the great capitol city that mortals on Planet Earth do indeed refer to as ''HEAVEN''. But if a dude who jacks in here and really is the gamer-creator, Professor Michio Kaku, of NYU kind sir; is scoffed at and not believed; where in any and al honesty do I truly think I am going with all of this, people, YO????????????????? Give it some thought, George Burns and Tracy Richards.

I know stuff about Cooley Hall that no one else knows, but then, Holy Moley Molly Ringworm scratches; I know as many by now must wonder; about a lot of dam secret shit out in this cosmos.

APRIL 21, 2015,

LATE TUESDAY MORNING AT 11:26,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 85%. IT FEELS LIKE 83 DEGREES.

PREDICTED DAILY HIGH IS 85 DEGREES FOR FPFL.

WIND IS WNW AT 7 WITH A SMALL GUSTING TO 8.

I am not too chicken to tell you, that my late pal, Mister David Charles Roth, was as am I, kind folks out here; the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart; just a little less successful. Actually I suppose a lot less, as they lasted in business about a decade and then closed up. As for the big K and the big W, no matter which letter I put before the other one, and all great voice-mail messages not withstanding, I think both these fantastic stores will be shitting in their pants long before they go under. They seem to copy the mighty fabulous JC-PENNEY, in so much as doing it RRRRRRRRRR-IGHT, or DO-DO-DOING it that way, on or off of 1970' famous Cornwall Avenue, of Ventnor, New Jersey. I would make fun of Tom Reale over my bugged up telephone, Mister Munch, back in 1993 and 1994 while speaking to Mister Roth numerous times, and then, kapong-kabing, and a ring ring kaching Paula King, oh travelers of the mighty and GAP-ESS; there was the television commercial, you know, another anti-pollution deal from the late nineteen-sixties, BRO!When you step back to examine life's bigger picture, anyone of you out there, I do not care if the most powerful ten people on this planet readf this, you too; do it, I challenge you. You will always ge the moving averaged story in a hindsight reflected truth. But you need to have the courage to see that even with all of your power, folks; you are not the ones in control of this gamogram-simulation. Don't believe my blog, talk to the wonderful Professor M.K. At the NYU. Just remember that I was speaking these things back when I was being beaten up my Atlantic City Beach Patrol Mascots in 1975, while good old mom and good old Cousin Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, were up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. There is not a single little cosmic dam dot, that's out of place. But a million Mister Einstein's cannot see the large maze in real time, and I can tell you why but it won't make sense to just about all people out here who don't have a giant background in applied astrophysics and quantum-dynamics. This planet we evolved in and on matches in size, a perfect light speed and brain consciousness ratio, in that anything over the circumference of this world, in distance; can never ever be perceived by humans in totally real time. Everything after that is enough of a fractional light second in distance, to prevent that. Things like this do not just coincidentally happen and I don't care who says otherwise. So WEEEEEEEE! That's just reality son.

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This blog will discuss a new topic, and I mean new. Nothing of course is really new, but if a different enough spin is put on some previously discussed idea; it's a lot like remixing in a totally new music beat to a song, and without altering words or music other than for phrasing-timing changes that need slight changes to correspond to the new timing and beat; it will sound different enough to be actually passed for a new enough sound to be re-released. I worked in a studio a long while ago, and know for a fact that this happens, or did in my day. What I'll talk about right now is not a topic never touched on by these blogs, but the spin on it and how it will get any thinking person to analyze new things, makes the blog, totally new business. As discussed before, NEW BUSINESS will have a code number for commenting. I doubt anyone or hardly anyone will be doing any commenting, but that will just prove other stuff down the road, and we will cross those bridges when we come to them.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 72

NEW BUSINESS—CODE U3E4

When I watch television shows that bring faith and religion into the plots of shows; it is as obvious to me as someone brought up by a Christian mother, and this is complicated and I will have to qualify this later on; for right now we just are going to go with this; but as intelligent as anyone behind the scenes of the some really fantastic shows, it becomes obvious to real Christian believers, that the makers of the show are, to quote biblical scriptures and not my words, dead in their sins and trespasses and ignorant to the things of salvation through the shed blood of Jesus Christ. They totally think they get it, but they miss something. This something cannot be taught in actors classes, or learned by anyone in Hollywood. It is as intangible yet totally invisibly real, as are the atoms that make up our reality. We would all be speaking German today, if E did not equal MC squared, and thus of course, inversely if M did not equal E divided by C squared. Morianity and its claims are as real as all of us in America right now in 2015, not speaking German as a first language and probably an only language, not to mention being under the control of a dictator instead of other powerful forces on Capitol Hill. But these secrets cannot be handled by mortals and those governing over us know this, or at least they are not about to take any chances that people won't totally lose it and go mass-postal, after running their little War Of The Worlds Radio Experiment, way back in the center of the twentieth century.

Now just as those who attempt to include Christianity into the movie and TV-show plots, without truly being believers in my sixty-first Grand Father's Half Uncle; and only the true believers can watch, and know that those behind the shows, simply are not spiritually connected to truth, at least all the way; the same thing is every bit as real in morianity, no matter how many Christians may hate my guts for audaciously making such a claim. When something is not able to be understood, then no real and true judgment by people, can ever be passed. No one who does not see and hear an ocean for themselves can give the same account of it, by merely being told of it by others. The story would vary widely by anyone telling it, if they merely were told as opposed to witnessing it. The stuff in my Morianity is going to work in a similar way. This is not to say or imply for a split second, that it is magical or it is holy, or it is in any way a replacement to current faith in GOD. But it does consist of stuff, that just as with the ancient holy scriptures, cannot be grasped; unless a power that wants it to be grasped, then makes a way for that to happen. I'll always remember a talk with the late David C. Roth. He said to me after disagreeing with something, and now I am paraphrasing his silly response, that was along the lines of assuring me, that he got what I was talking about 100%, but that doesn't mean he agreed. But I know as sure as I breathe this second, that HE DID NOT GET IT AT ALL. Anyone who gets it, and I don't give a limp hump fuck stool, how arrogant, or cocky, or egocentric this may seemingly make me appear to sound here; but if you were to get it, you would have to agree, unless you are brain dead. It was not this exact thing, but to use a quick example, I can write two sentences. Very quick ones, not the normal lengthy ones used frequently in my blogs. You will insist you get it, that you understand it. YOU DON'T, and it is just that simple and I'll tell you why whether any one out here likes it or hates it. I am not here to blog out lies to you to make you get all warm and cushy inside. This is Dennis Snyder reality in here, and nothing but. Ready? Here goes!

“You exist. Time is pure illusion”.

If you ever got this, you would contact me, and demand a meet; and be as nuts as Joe Paget went that day, up at the Roadway Trucking job site, earlier this millennium. But go on believing your way. I have zero power to stop you.

But tying this point into the blog, goes like this. A few scattered people think they get parts of my life, parts that pertain to why I believe what I do about science, religion, philosophy, GOD, and numerous people all over the place. You're all as clueless as Pool-Roy, and that is the simple truth. I never said I am Mister Allknower either. Not since I grew up and came into mid-life anyway. All or just about all young people, think they know it from A-Z, and that's normal. Still, there is a powerful concept that never has been explored in any real detail here on these nearly ten years of blogs, regarding just what this all is, that the great bible talks about. Having eyes to see and ears to hear, or NOT. What is behind this? All through Christian Scripture, Jesus talks about it in the New Testament and it is also discussed by many prophets. If the WALLS are not removed from around all of us, we seemingly are being told by some higher power or force, that we will not be ALLOWED TO UNDERSTAND CERTAIN THINGS. Concentrically, if we have our inner deeper selves opened up by these FORCES, and WALLS thereby get removed, then we begin to have more of a spiritual eye and ear, to better see and hear great truths. I don't say these things. Morianity doesn't say these things. I am giving you major biblical teachings and close paraphrases to exact quotes on the topic. So I can preach on the ESS from now until doomsday. Unless ears and eyes are opened wider by the forces that seem to block this, using HALLS WALLS, then that is the way it will be.

None of this is complicated, but that section above is the NEW BUSINESS stuff, and more will of course be added. If and when anyone wishes t use the code-comment system, and wants to do more than rate, as long as you do the rate, any comment left in the comment box, will be cut and pasted into the blog, and as the topic moves along, it will contain any comments made, good or bad. I don't discriminate.

Folks, l+l=2. This is reality in any universe. So is ICPE TECK, and so are all strange lab-technicians from 1984-1986, along with bumper sticker Camden boys who just are trying hard to be them, and letting all of the local ho's and bitches know it, that night back in fucking late 1987. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Make all the funny faces you want to Dennis. I know this is reality. I am not your son, well, unless you know something I don't don't know, Mark Bruner! Coming back into this universe from being back in 1980 at 1802 Robin Hill, seems to have totally taken away my eye cataract, or whatever the shit it was. This is still just the beginning of this weird day times ten to the exponential power of about twenty-five, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! There are a lot of things on the UNBLOGGABLE LIST, that you must take my word for, at least for right now. I don't wish to step in front of a fast moving train, AGAIN. Lordess only knows where I'll end up, but speaking of LORDESS, or SAR-AH, of the great Tennessee Monolazarium Avenue Boulevard; Mister McNulty sir, AHA-AHA-AHA; and wormholes, and seeing Paula King on July 12 in 1997 right there next to Bob McGuire's botbar-BAR, speaking to the employees at the casino bus parking area, that back in the sixties, were all part of the Bolivar or Piccadilly Hotels, depending on what parallel universe we all are shifting in and out of, Misses Estelle Andersen Anderton Bassler; and the great Viqueen Elley, and so much more; common sense prevails and states that only a deranged teenaged girl with a wild videogame in an upline world, would be making this all up, and then jacking into it along with her great pal, the LAWNMOWER MAN, along with other such lovely folks known by David Roth and myself back in the nineteen eighties, and nineties; as the Scummy Landscapers Club!!!!!!!!! So my eternal question must always be, ''What if I had opened my door that afternoon, to that lady who owned the silver fucking Volvo car, while residing in late 89 or early 90 somewhere, and heard what this incredible person wanted to say to me, rather than my hyperspace decision of not allowing this to happen, and instead; hearing her say to me the following words; ''Your entire remaining life may depend on you letting me in and telling you something quite major, Mark''. Now this will be topic—HYPERSPACE--CODE--79BX.

APRIL 21, 2015,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 2:34,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 71 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 94%, FEELING 76 DEGREES.

WEIRD DAYS EVEN FOR ME—CODE H5V2

When Mountainpen has a WEIRD DAY, this means, weird for me, weird for the incredible wild life of Michael Mountainpen, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR.

THE SONG OF CHOKE—CODE--57KF

''MY YOUTUBE MUSIC'' with the title track being the remade song from 1983, now titled, ''You'll Be Crossing Over''. ONLY THE OPENING TITLE ANNOUNCEMENT IS REAL. All the rest is the fake steak from the world of technology, and great synthesized nineteen-eighties techno-pop. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Yes Dennis Snyder, it is all real, REALE, monstrous, and so you are correct, THIS INDEED IS REALITY! Now go make a face.

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THE GREAT AWESOME TWB, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 71

I TOLD YOU AS LONG AS THE FUCKING MILI-2-FORCE HAS ME TO DESTROY AND WIPE OUT AND CUNT LAPPING TORTURE, THE DOW JONES MARKET WILL GO UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TODAY IT WAS UP SOMEWHERE AROUND 500-800 POINTS, I BELIEVE. THIS IS BECAUSE I WAS FEELING ILL OVER THE WEEKEND AS A RESULT OF BEING CUT OFF FROM MY NECESSARY MEDICINE IN THIS EVIL MOTHER FUCKING EMPIRE AND NATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been ongoing since the fifteenth fucking day in August of 1986, and will never ever fucking cunt stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

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

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

I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA.

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

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

I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA.

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

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

I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA.

And don't let the chart deceive you, as it closed on Friday a good two or three hundred points below the 18,000 level. These charts are far from accurate many times!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

Well ladies and gentlemen, first came that blog ten or so back, where all the font in the large area field of print, was ALL PINK. Then shortly following that, it turns black or all of whatever is there, does, font color, highlight color, and background color. Here we are at a very ''intelesting'' chapter number, for me to suddenly realize, how first it was PINK, then it was BLACK. You know another ''intelesting'' thing for the Director of the Federal Communications Commission, and my 1972 great pal, Robert McDowell; is this. I lived on Cherry Hill, New Jersey's Route #70, Mister Hall Wall, when I wrote, and copyrighted my so called project #11, as told by the United States Copyright Office, called, “Real Good Girl”.

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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APRIL 20, 2015,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 84%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.

THE TEMPERATURE DROPPED 14 LOVELY DEGREES, &

LIGHTNING CAME BACK SO LOVELY & AWESOME!

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY----(H-87/L-72).

WIND W AT 13 WITH A SMALL GUSTING TO 14.

For 28 years now, you've caused me nightmares and tears 'KAL'. And you have left me with fears now. When all I wanted from you was to be your friend. © 1996, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Copyright Form, projects number 14 and 15, as listed and displayed above. Check it all out if you all think I am making up a buncha dam fish tales all these years, YO. Don't take me at my word, that would be stupid. You don't know me from Jack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO THINGS SAID FOR ME TO HEAR ON PURPOSE, BOTH IN THE SUMMER-TIME IN 1969, BY THE ALMIGHTY HERE IN HER LAST INCARNATION OR SIMULATION-GAMER-JACK-IN; (SGJI) WERE, AND I REMEMBER THEM PRECISELY AS IF IT WAS MIDDLE 1969 RIGHT HERE IN MY ROOM RIGHT THIS DAM ASS SECOND. THE FIRST ONE WAS, “YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. THE SECOND ONE WAS, “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”. The odds, at least in this blogger's opinion, that these only two things spoken and meant for me to hear since she said it extra loud both times upon seeing me walking up in her direction on Tennessee Avenue both times as well, in where else but good old frikkin' Atlantic City, New Jersey; but yes in my opinion, humble as it hopefully may indeed be, to have the first string of words be the same amount of letters in her following incarnation first name, and the second string of words be the same amount of letters in her following incarnation last name, you know, 6 and 5, as in the vision of that Judge Raso Hammonton non-hung there Paula WAYV home near the great powerful WALMART STORE on middle Road; 65 MIDDLE ROAD, BLUCRANVILLE, NEW JERSEY, AKA HAMMONTON NON FOREST FIRE WEEKEND, NJ-USAESMWG, but really, come on, do you buy this? I don't. Hay, differing opinions is what makes the world, as you would say this so well back in 1972 old buddy from FCC, vely vely intelesting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me, I believe that that much coincidence is way beyond even people who win hundreds of millions of dollar Power-Ball Lottery Jackpot numbers. You are certainly quite free to disagree with me, so WEEEEEE! And GEEEEEE!

PLEASE REMEMBER, IF ANYTHING ON MY BLOGS IS NOT READABLE, AND YOU SEE STUFF THAT LOOKS BLACK AND BLANK, JUST HIT CONTROL-A ON YOUR KEYBOARD AS THIS HIGHLIGHT WILL THEN ALLOW AN EASY READ, AND THE HACK BECOMES VISIBLE. I HOPE MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER LEARNS JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF STRESS TO HANDLE. YOU KNOW, BE ABLE TO WORK ON THINGS, BUT NOT GET TOO STRESSED OUT. YOU CANNOT BEAT THE DNA OR THE GENES. WELL, NOT UNLESS WE BRING TIM BARBER INTO THE EQUATION, I SUPPOSE, WITH HIS ELECTRIC-MEDICINE, HUH DIANA? AHA-AHA-AHA MMCN!!!

WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DENNIS SNYDER? DID YOU AND MIKE MCNULTY MARRY OR SOMETHING, YO????????????????????????????????????

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GO GET'EM, BIG DAWNIE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH I KNOW, DUMB AND DUMBER FUNNYMEN, SHE AND TOMMY-BOY ALREADY GOT ME, BACK IN 1970!, HUH JOHN AND PHOTEOUS?????????

I COULD MAKE THIS THE YOUNG, 3-STOOGES, I SUPPOSE! WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA!

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From the Badlands of Sir Clint Eastwood, all the way to Morianity, I hope you enjoy reading Morianity and the AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT as well, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH GASH GOLLEY AND ANY KIND OF MEN IN OR OUT OF GOVERNMENT SERVICE, IN THE LAST TWO YEARS OF THE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, SHALL I SAY, AHA-AHA-AHA TO MY OLD 1981 NON-PAL, MIKE MCNULTY???

DOES XXXXXXXXX MARK THE SPOT, one dog to not another one, gorgeous louise hendershodt from northeast, maryland in 1968??????????????????????????????

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How you cracked up me that day on the fuckiGN school bus, Russell Thaxton, on Haddon Avenue. No sir old buddy, that would never describe lovely Weesel!!!!!!!!! That nickname was NOT given to her by me, lovely daughter, WHAAAAAAAAA. I know you don't like nicknames. SAHWEE!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!