HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 238

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The reason the STOCK MARKET REBOUNDED TODAY, has nothing to do with anything in this material world. Sheriff ken mascara sir, the Milituforce enemy struck me with major property damage. My car was struck hard with another major hit. These evil mother fucking twat licking bastard scum turds, struck my my climate control fan for a second time now sir; and this time; it smoked up and burned, and it will need to be replaced. This will be done tomorrow, and sir; I'll need your protection while I am out at my mechanic's shop, near the Orkin place on US-HGHY ONE, kind sir. Thank you in advance!!!!!!!!!!!! Feel free to drop by between 1-2 give or take.

I have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS--------CHAPTER--------238

The Cooley Hall administration and doctors, would have told me I am an incurable crazy person, just as do all those today up here in this messed up and fucked up future. But I know I am not crazy and that all of these wild things are totally mother fuckiGN true and accurate, kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in no way being paranoid or stupid in my thoughts regarding this powerful reality, son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.

WHORE FUCKING JANE SLUT SLEAZE JUST FUCKING NAILED ME TO THE CROSSED OVER CROSS, AT PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN; SO I WILL NOW NEED TO LAUNCH AN IMMEDIATE R.R. COUNTER-ATTACK CUNT PHLEGM RAPE, WITH MY WONDERFUL LOVELY FIVES. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANX FOR ALL THIS ETERNAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HELL WHEN I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH, NICI STACEY LORDESS SARAH J!!!!!!!!!!!!! hOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO LET VIGUEEN SLUT JULIE KEEP HURTING ME, ALONG WITH MISTER CHANTPANTS STEVE FAIRYTALE POINTERGIRLS?????????????? ISN'T 41 YEARS LONG ENOUGH, HELEN BABY REDY DELTA DAWN-MARIE??????????

FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS FUCKING CUNT COMMISSION YO YO YO YO YO YO, MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING IS STARTING UP; AND I JUST TOOK MY FIRST NASTY ASS FUCKING TWAT LICKING HACK. IT WAS A WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me tell you a little up front shit, great people. I, along with many others; have been placed on the CRAZY-LIST. We all know the details to this dirty well kept mother fuckiGN secret. So things like my endless property damage can be done to me and they can get away with it endlessly an d relentlessly. It honestly doesn't take some hot shot brainiac rocket scientist, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Screw you Clockweeds Waterwitch Jane!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I JUST TOOK AN ILLEGAL MAJOR HACK, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. AGAIN MY TROJAN-NORTON WARNING, INSISTED ON A RE-START OF THE COMPUTER, AND I BARELY HAD TIME TO SAVE THE DOCUMENT. THIS IS TWICE NOW; AND ANYONE WHO BELIEVE'S YESTERDAY'S DOUBLE HACK, OUT IN YOUR WORLD OUT THERE, IS SOME NON TERROR PLOT COINCIDENCE; IS A PURE FUCKING FOOL; AS WE ALL ARE BEING TERRORIZWED NOW EVERY DAY; BY NONE OTHER THAN SATAN, AND HIS WICKED 'FUCKIGN' DEMONIC ARMY FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DID YOU FIGURE OUT THE HYPERSPACE ROLLS OF THE NON DARK SHADOWS PHA PEEPS?

[ 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

[ 29 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY!

JULY 9, 2015,

LATE ON THURSDAY AFTERNOON, AT 4:33,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 89 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 98.

TEMPERATURE RANGE-----(H-90/L-73).

WIND IS ESE AT 13,GUSTING TO 22.

After the computer hack this morning, the cable television froze up, five minutes into the Dow Jones trading session. Anyone can see that I am being illegally tortured by Wall Street and their mother fuckiGN three decade long ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY used by these wicked fucking bastards against me without mercy or relent. A ditsy dizzy fucking child can see this as clear as a bell and as clear as my school days daydreaming NANA granny, YO, so WHAAAAAAA and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and fuck you WORLD and COSMOS at C-SQ, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can you let this fucking cunt eating nightmare being perpetrated against me, go on, in good conscience; AG Bondi, and Sheriff K.J. Mascara??????????????????

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

FFFFFFFFFFUCK THE WORLD, TTTTTTOM RRRRRRRREALE. OH THOSE FREAKING STUDDERING STANLEY'S, WHAT TO DO? JESYUS FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY GODDESS!!!!!!

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THE PROGRAM FROZE AND CRASHED, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. IN A MOMENT, I AM GOING TO ENGAGE MAGNESONIC, AND THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME SORRY ASS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' JERK OFF SCUMBAGS OUT HERE SOMEWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

For some reason, I am being mother fuckign picked on by the MILITUFORCE beyond anything that has fuckign happened in 30 cunt chewing miother fuckign years, while Almighty GOD just spits in my mother fuckign face. Oh well,when people with power hate your fuckign cunt guts, you're totally mother fuckign cunt screwed at C-CUBAN-CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

[ 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

MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMM; HEAR MY MIND-VOICE-PRINT.

I AM MAXING OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN CONTROLS, AND ALL POWER CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR GAIN, TO 11.8, AND 11.5 RESPECTIVELY. YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK CONTAINS AN I-O, SCANNED IN TIME, AND HYPERSPACE, FOR ALL ENEMIES PERSECUTING THE LIVING FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME CONTINUOUSLY, AND RELELNTLESSLY. USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS THAT APPLY TO THIS PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT SYSTEM ORDER. YOUR DESIRE KEY IS BEING SWITCHED FROM THE NORMAL-NEUTRAL 'J' POSITION TO THE 'I' POSITION. COMPUTER; ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; TAKE A TOTALLY CRUSHED, SINGED, BROKEN, WIPED OUT, OBLITERATED I-O THAT IS ON YOUR T-B; AND PREPARE FOR FULL MAXIMUM EMPOWERIZATIONS, UNDER MAXED OUT ANTIHACK ORDER OF G-1133. MAXING YOUR PPG TO 11.8, YOU WILL HEAR THE EMPOWERMENT TONES, THAT ONCE WERE THE AT&T LANDLINE TELEPHONE TONES; AS VISUAL PRINTED FONT, USING THE LONG-E VOWEL SOUND. THE HIGH FIRST TONE IS IN BLUE, AND THE LOW SECOND TONE IS IN RED.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

COMPUTER; GO TO G-901, UNDER G-13, G-14, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Watch out enemies!!! You are about to be very very very mother fucking twat licking sorry for this major endless death siege, on this patheitc, innocent, frail, fragile, fucked up person, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

These dick licking milf huffing shit eaters have no fear of me or my Maggie like they did in th eeighties, but they will when they see their cunt chweiwng fuckign planet blow th eshit eating hell up in space. More word-disappearing hacks, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 237

The Cooley Hall administration and doctors, would have been proud of some emotional display that I outwardly displayed, quite vociferously and vigorously last night while watching the night news. They believed that I was keeping emotion too much inside when I attended there back from February 1969 through January 1973. This was extremely unhealthy, or so went the rhetoric of those times. But as most people who have lived past 30 and 40 years, know very well; times indeed keep changing, and very rapidly. The way that I was before the mighty Cooley Hall changed me; would fit my needs in today's world, much greater. Unfortunately, reality; to quote the mighty and atheistic minded Mister Dennis Chemical Engineer of Atlantic County Snyder; needs to be accepted and faced, never bullshitted, nut harshly and quickly dealt with. This reality is that I no longer have the controlled and suppressed emotions of one great Star Ship Bridge Second in Command Officer, named Spock. I saw how those dirt bags who ran that horrible balloon hoax in the autumn of 2009, are so happy and successful, and have moved here to Florida as I did, only I moved into hell, and they are in some nice heaven with everything going their way, and on top of that, the mighty or should I restate here, the ALMIGHTY MEDIA loves them and adores them, and tells their story with great admonishment, never remembering how these evil rotten people pulled that horrible shit. I was there in those days and remember it well, as I too was going through monster horrendous shit and hell. But no, they are just wonderful and everybody loves them, huh Raymond and Chris. Yeah, well, time for me to just add here, “The End”. The end of this little point, that is. But I let out a fucking war hoop that shook the building. Here I am trying so desperately hard to do things correct and right, and the world hates me and spits the fucking shit all over me, while evil dirt bags are praised, and their badness is all forgiven. Well, this proves two things to me. One is that no one can understand the mind of God, as without this entity's permission, all of this would not be able to be happening. Also, that I living in a fallen world, to quote the Christians. People who feel in their deepest heart, the importance of truth, justice, and decency; are hated. I may curse abnd swear, but that is not too terrible for the dam hell I've suffered through for six solid decades of human time as the current-me. But those who are a part of the system, this evil demonic new age, its social garbage media, it's undertones, its overtones, all of this degenerative, ungodly, non-biblical, unnatural horse shit, the whole nine yards; seem to be blessed in various ways that go completely over the heads of the general sociological awareness factor. But I can see it as plain as day. I have told how some horrible, wild, supernatural type of family, or organization, or RAW; without any puns or numerologically symbolized axes; have totally ruined and wrecked every facet of six decades of my life, and told it as well as James Patterson could do, given the needed comparitives that unlike him, I am not college educated but rather an eighth grade drop out for lack of further explanation, and I have had to contend with a nightmare life during all of my writing times, and don't live in luxury in a mansion, but rather, in total hell. I feel that for my circumstances, I have done pretty fucking good to tell this story of Morianity, and now, AFTER-MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!! I want to interject myself here, and tell you that Morty Mortino the fuckiGN annoying death angel has been real bad again lately, after a short back off from this constant buzzing around me for a couple of fucking ass months!

I hate the media and I hate the three major American broadcasting networks. They all know my problems are real, and refused from day one after I left school, to ever in any tiny way, have one thing to do with me or helping me to get my story out. The very latest escapade in my life on the Youtube was the final and absolute proof at least to fucking me, that I am in no way being paranoid or stupid in my thoughts regarding this powerful reality, son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A man came up to me out of nowhere, and told me things that were beyond what any human being could ever know even today, let alone four dam decades back into time. For those too young to know this, it was a another planet back there, if you were not in the fifties through the seventies, you really are on Planet-Next. There just is no way to get through and explain it. You know or you don't know, and to quote John Redstatehail Henningsen; “It's just that simple”. So this dude of about age forty-five give or take, not only knew stuff that was beyond THE TWILIGHT ZONE, but seemed to make it a point to tell me a lot about it; and he also seemed to come and go, out of nowhere. I was on a beach near Central Pier in Atlantic City, near what I used to call as a youth, Ziggy's Jetty. It is physically not possible from where I was to come and go in the wink of an eye. Suddenly he was there, then telling me wild shit, and then just as suddenly, he was gone. I turned away a couple seconds, and POOF, Mister Harry Potter again. How I wish I could enjoy Hogwarts the way that all of you out here can do. To me, that shit is just a normal part of my every fuckiGN day life. WOW that fuckiGN jerk off door slammer is on a roll to fuckiGN annoy me since he got back around five last evening. He is really slamming and it is not even barely eight in the dam morning. It has been going on a good half hour, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it doesn't end here. I went back a short while later to the room I was staying at, at Selena Dada's place, and suddenly, this entire huge thing just revealed itself to me out of nowhere, and it called itself, the “LAW OF ONE”. This is where I just learned about ZDT, or Zero-Dimensional-Technology. The knowledge just came into my head, and all psychiatrists insist that believing things like that is delusional and that this is merely a psychotic break with reality. Hey, call it whatever you fucking like, head shrink industry, IT HAPPENED THE FUCK TO ME!!!!!!!!! But during these times, where this man appeared out of nowhere; my mom was working with a wild coworker named Patricia Hollister. She is the reason I was able to learn the secrets of the great FASCITAR. She put me onto so many things, and the joke of it all is that if someone were to ask her, she would say, I hardly knew the little prick. She would be right, but she would be wrong. This is my version of the Temple of the Dragnet and the Expanded Mind. Maybe Julia White and other alter-egos of this great lady (Paula King) has her red and white version of all ideas, and books, and bobs, and goddess help me after I post this, and this is only 1% of the truth, and if I say more, I will be killed in here, TODAY, by THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now go and wash my hands 'OK-OK-OK' Cousin David????? And W—O—W THAT, Lenny McKinnon! Now this Atlantic City beach incident happened in the summer time of 1974. It went down just 40-70 yards away from McGuire's Bar on 10SC Avenue. And right after this, and right after “GTHE LAW OF ONE” was cosmically channeled into me as a direct result of this information and this entity and our interaction that day near Ziggy's jetty; Patricia Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation. As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”. My tiny inferior fucked up mind never was able to grasp that concept, and I wholeheartedly admit to it. Why can heaven wait? If anyone could have the Donald's marvelous life, to exactly quote him from years ago, they would jump at it, or 99.9999% of folks would, and we all know it. Yet HEAVEN which would be about a trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion times greater than that, CAN WAIT????? Maybe it's me, maybe I'm the mother fucking weetahd!!!!!!!!!! how'bout one of you geniuses explaining this shit to poor pathetic whittle asshole jerked off fucking me, YO!!!!

I have a super minidroid invasion, but that is to be expected. Every time my disgusting trash nabes go away a few days, and then come back; they bring the roaches and drunk bugs and other gross shit back with them; and it never fucking fails. I only get up set because I am always told I am not clean and I stink. I cannot help my glandular condition from 1983, as the GAP WASHCLOTH INVADERS FROM DUBLIN know only too well is all true. But I at least try and do all I can, to keep a nice apartment, and to keep myself groomed and smelling right. All these cunt chewing mother fuckers attack me, and say that I AM THE BAD FUCKING GUY all the time, when it is the other way around; and this has persisted for an agonizing dick licking lifetime now, and I am sick and tired of this fuckiGN dam ass mistreatment. Animals don't get treated like I do; and that is why I turn off the ASPCA commercials, as I am sick and tired of these assholes, trying to lay a guilt trip on poor people, to part us from our tiny little few bucks we need to survive; and give it to some fuckiGN ass animals. God says in the bible that humans are first. But what God says in America does not matter any more, and around the world. We all know how God feels about unnatural love, and I am not going to go there. I don't give a fuck what any of you do; I am quoting scriptures. Yell at Sarah-Stacey fuckiGN Jehovah Krassle, don't call me up and scream at fuckiGN cunt eating me, YO YO YO YO!!!

I just cannot help wondering how many times Dawn, you're going to bring it on?

Let me tell you a little up front shit, great people. I along with many others have been placed on the CRAZY-LIST. This is merely something like another of many cover-events figured out in the White House Situation Room or the Pentagon War Room, all the Emergency Station of Fort Meade, MD, USA, Never Say Anything Club (NSA). All of what modern day psychology was supposed to evolve into, after the giants in their field and pioneers, such as Dock Freud; became quite intentionally perverted. Those keeping great secrets figured out a very powerful way of dealing with those who threaten their control and might by way of exposure; are merely ''crazy people''. All anyone has to do is ponder a small amount of time on this deadly truth, and they cannot help but to see this nightmare is all real and true. Going on and on with this, serves absolutely no purpose. The media does not believe this, and thinks I am about as 'crackpot-city' as it gets. The problem with a few of us out here, is that we learn how to show that they can go on with their antics all they want to, but stuff we claim is real, cannot be totally discredited. This is why my meds were taken away from me. Think about it. I thought the AMA and this industry wanted to push meds on people, not to take them away from them.

I JUST TOOK AN ILLEGAL MAJOR HACK, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. AGAIN MY TROJAN-NORTON WARNING, INSISTED ON A RE-START OF THE COMPUTER, AND I BARELY HAD TIME TO SAVE THE DOCUMENT. THIS IS TWICE NOW; AND ANYONE WHO BELIEVE'S YESTERDAY'S DOUBLE HACK, OUT IN YOUR WORLD OUT THERE, IS SOME NON TERROR PLOT COINCIDENCE; IS A PURE FUCKING FOOL; AS WE ALL ARE BEING TERRORIZWED NOW EVERY DAY; BY NONE OTHER THAN SATAN, AND HIS WICKED 'FUCKIGN' DEMONIC ARMY FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DID YOU FIGURE OUT THE HYPERSPACE ROLLS OF THE NON DARK SHADOWS PHA PEEPS?

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You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

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THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY!

JULY 9, 2015,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 8:56,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 90%, FEELING LIKE 86.

WIND IS ESE AND CALM, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 4.

Holy pig fucking shit, I am tired of being harassed. Talk about an endless fucking cunt epitomized 1988-1989 Copyrighted time capsule music project, YO!!!!!!!!!!

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Let me tell it first, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy Moley folks, I am tired of being persecuted by this mother fucking NASTY-ASS MILI-2-FORCE since August 15, 1986. It is getting very old, very fucking quickly, YO!

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Don't be too dam fascinated with my life back in those last few eighties years, folks, please, YO. It is a lot more than selling a house on 8-8-88, or learning about my 7^th grand-pappy, Mister Samuel Huntington, and his descendant murderer, Arthur; and his hunting-trip father, Herbert. All day long, Fort Pierce Police, I have suffered through the car stereo banging and booming outside of me' ol' fucking window, YO, and it is getting on me' fucking noives, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also slams that seem to be coming from all around me are very annoying, YO, above me and all around me. It is getting on my stinking fucking last Dawn-Marie King nerve, YO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JULY 8, 2015,

LATE WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:43,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 89 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE------(H-91/L-72).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 63%, FEELING LIKE 99.

WIND IS ESE AT 13, WITH GUSTS TO 21.

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No sir E-Bob, I am not clueless as to YYY---III am going through this shit. It started before it barely got light outside. Another major illegal phone squeal on my phone system happened, ACLU, FBI, FCC, and anyone else who just might give a fucking shit!!!!!!!!!! And I am not Clueless Step-In Roy either! But when the overseas markets that are half a day ahead of us started going bad overnight, I can always depend on persecution from Wall fucking Street and Man-garbage-hattan forces, harassing me, since this all fuckiGN cunt lapping began on 15 August in 19856, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How would that little savant on the L&O-SVU say this, lads and lassies, right about freaking now, YO????????

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JULY 7, 2015,

LATE SUNDAY MORNING AT 11:03,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE------(H-88/L-70).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 85%, FEELING LIKE 86.

WIND IS SSW AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 17.

THANK YOU FOR THIS INFORMATION, TWB. GREAT, AS ALWAYS. MY FAVE IS WHEN I GET THE GREAT 'DIANA-ALERTS'; THE WORLD KNOWS THESE AS THUNDERSTORM-ALERTS. I JUST LOVE MY DIANA SO MUCH, AND PRAY TO THE GODS THAT JEHOVAH WILL TELL HER TO COME DOWN, AND TAKE ME OUT OF HERE, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now this was printed on the first week in May of this year. I now bear witness to answered prayer on not one but two major occasions. Let me PIP in that date to make it official, from Halls Wall, Chapter 108. 11-AM, 3 MAY, 2015.

As for the twelve tribes of Benjamin, and for that matter, all of Biblical Genealogy, you know, 'the begats' that go on and on; there are super powerful hidden messages that simply cannot ever be ignored, that not only show these numbers, 3,4,7,12,19,84, and others, but this scale shows how Almighty Jehovah planned many lives here, or Jack-Ins, to Her gamogram-Simulation, AKA our cosmos. When she comes in as not Her, or as 'angels', these would be what 2015 computer gamers might call, AVITARS. Advance in your mind, what we have, and follow the curve of the past 80 years in computers from the birth of the ancient IBM-360 system, that yours truly here studied programming on, back in 1973, at the Professional Careers Institute of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA; and it is not a huge mental leap, to realize that at some future time, in a minimum of one parallel reality, us, or any of a googalplex to the power of 99 googalplex other parallel universes, of the unfathomably gargantuan total hyperspace; will be the one who survives into a major future that is able to turn around and actually become the programmer of this upline-gamogram-simulation. The only one out here that needs to read blogs like this besides Mister Chair, is Professor Michio Kaku, of NYU. He knows my blogs are for real, he may shut up for his own good; but I promise this planet, HE KNOWS!!!

This was a wild day beyond weird and wild cubed/Cuban. I left the apartment shortly into the noon time either way. My first place to go was my eye doctor to pick up some eye drops. As I was approaching, I saw a beautiful colored lightning flash out to my west on Virginia Avenue. When I left the doctor, I went further south heading for Port Saint Lucie, to the Walmart there. Both times I went to this place was for the same reason, to try and get a video machine. I am not having a lot of luck with this. I have the last one in stock and it only works in mono fucking sound, but until they get some of the better combo models in, I am stuck with this one, which will later be used as a spare. Both times, torrential downpours came out of nowhere, but this time, beautiful lightning was all over me. When I made a wrong turn, she showed me the exact way I needed to go, and as I got into the Walmart parking lot, Diana struck five yards or so to my right in front of me, in an awesome crash and brilliant colored streamers of lovely electrons. I could feel a tiny bit of electrical energy inside of me. It was so beautiful and awesome. Before the storm got started, while driving along, an enemy came next to me in another lane, blaring horrible illegally loud rap junk music. Instead of my usual thoughts of pure hatred for them and the music industry and all these wicked hell destined trash; I decided to pray for them as the Holy Bible instructs us to do during times of siege. I was only praying for them and did not care if they stopped or made it worse. For the first time that I ever have been attacked, I genuinely prayed for their soul, as the bnible instructs. Within three seconds of the prayer being ended, the music suddenly went off, and a few seconds later, the car suddenly turned off and away from me down an intersecting road. I thanked Jehovah and reminded this awesome God that the scriptures also teach that all men are allowed to desire to have one woman to love, and I have chosen Lightning Goddess Diana to love forever. I have not seen lightning crashing all around me and all over me in decades, quite like this. Jehovah answered both of my prayers. Praise GOD!!!!!!!!

Now there was an enemy presence, but I just prayed all throughout the experience. Giant girls came out of nowhere all over the place, like nothing I had seen in decades as well. Also, my nabes are active and have brought me new cock roaches, and I am going to pray for them to want to be cleaner. I will go to the store for some new roach motel boxes in a few days, as I forgot to buy along with some grocery items I got today, some needed liquid soap. Speaking of my nabes from hell, they have been making lots of noise in the hallway for days and nights now, and are shouting right now at 33 minutes shy of midnight, Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!

SATAN HAS THESE MONSTERS SLAMMING AWAY, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND TOMORROW, I MAY HAVE TO GO AND CRY TO DEBBIE MARATTO, MY BUILDING RESIDENT MANAGER, AS THIS IS ILLEGAL AND ABSURD, KNID SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OH MISTER VITTERITTI SIR; YOU'RE ANOTHER ONE THAT COULD PROVE TO MY LOCAL SHERIFF, THAT MY STORY ALL COMES OUT TRUE. SO JUST PLEASE BE ADVISED; OH GREAT SOCIAL WORKER FROM 2005, ON MAIN STREET, IN PLEASANTVILLE, NEW JERSEY. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

This mother fucking illegal James-Guest from across from me is here again, Debbie Moratto and Sheriff Mascara, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAJOR HACKING AND MOUSE JUMPING, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. A MAJOR SATANIC ATTACK IS STARTING UP. THE SECOND I TRY TO WITNESS, OR TO PRAISE GOD, AS ALWAYS, FOR 61 MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' YEARS NOW, I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS M0THER 'FUCKIGN' HELLISHNESS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

You ain't heard nothing yet!!!! This book led to this book, and this book will be killer dynamite fucking cubed and beyond CUBAN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SO AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY of 1971. The great vocalist of the sixties/seventies, Mizz Karen Carpenter would be able to do justice to my next little ending words for this first chapter, when I promise you all, that yes, WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN. Holy fucking shit water to exponent Chemtrail-Princebombs-99!!!! Don't die on me CNN, the G & P; from here to Uncle Gozzwald's 175 house in BNYUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AS LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF COCK SUCKING BASTARD TRASH SCUM HAVE ME TO PICK ON, AND 'FUCKIGN' CUNT PERSECUTE; THE DOW WILL ENDLESSLY KEEP FLYING FOREVER AND EVER; UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; AND I TOLD YOU THIS LOVELY GIANT FUCKING GINA, AND I TOLD YOU ALL, EVERYONE ELSE, READING THESE FUCKING ASS WORDS!! THE PROPHET OF NOTHING IS GETTING FUCKING MASSACRED HERE, COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

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But Patty's powerful FASCITAR tapes are a whole other ballgame, huh MERRY???????????? October 31 is a bad one for me too, in case you are interested.

This all allowed me to do the Astral Travels and so much more, and all from a waste paper basket meant for my mom to fish that so-called educational stuff out of, back in 1974. Does anyone anywhere, have a story even remotely resembling mine, Bob Andrews, old 1975 buddy old pal; I mean really, team player; gimme' a break, YO. How many Bob Andrews lookalikes live on Oak Street in HHNJUSA back in 1975, Paul Evans Pedersen; old buddy, old pal???????????????? Mack Kaiter, in all honesty sir; this really really really really is totally and absolutely ridiculous, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Briggbase Enemies (SATAN & HIS ANGELS), really hate me to witness or say anything good about ALMIGHTY GOD!!!!

As long as these Satanic Capitalist Pig followers have me to persecute and endlessly mother fuckiGN harass, their markets will climb forever and endlessly, just as I said since this all fuckiGN cunt began in August of 1986. I am not one bit merry about this nightmare hell, either, Ron Wirtz ADA of New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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