The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 15-B, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

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MY ENTIRE BLOG WAS DESTROYED AND WRECKED, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SHERIFF OF MY COUNTY, PORT SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USA. I AM UNDER A DEATH ATTACK THAT IS WORSE THAN ANYTHING EVER HERE IN FLORIDA FOR ME FOR FIVE SOLID MOTHER FUCKING YEARS SIR, AND I AM VERY SCARED FOR MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE ALSO, KIND SIR AND GREAT SHERIFF!!!

MY ENTIRE BLOG WAS DESTROYED, THERE WAS NO WAY TO SAVE ANY OF IT, AND I WILL DO MY BEST TO DO SOME PART OF IT AGAIN, KIND SIR, BEGINNING WITH THIS IS A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DYING DECLARATION ANDN DYING UTTERANCE SIR. IF I AM MURDERED HERE IN MY APARTMENT OR OUTSIDE WHILE ON MY LOCAL ERRANDS; YOU KNOW WHO IT IS WHO KILLED ME, BY MERELY READING THESE BLOGS TRHAT NOW SPAN TEN SOLID YEARS. DIFFERENT PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT MEASURES, QUITE NATURALLY, OF INVOLVEMENT AS WELL AS CULPABILITY IN MY DEMISE AND COLD BLOODED TORTUROUS MURDER OVER THIRTY YEARS, SIR, BUT IT WILL MOST LIKELY BE ON YOUR WATCH IN THIS COUNTY, WHERE THEY MURDER ME. MY COUSIN IS GOING TO MAKE IT INTO THE BIG PLACE ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, AND HE KNOWS THE ONLY WAY TO THIS IS TO WIPE ME OUT TOTALLY. THIS IS CALLED PARALLEL EVENT, AND HE AND OTHER BILLIONAIRE BASTARDS HAVE BEEN APPLYING AND USING THIS VERY STEALTHY COVERT SKILL FOR THREE DECADES NOW, IN ORDER TO ACCOMPLISH THEIR EVIL WICKED DEMONIC DASTARDLY FUCKING CUNT EATING DEEDS, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE DESTRUCTION OF MY BLOG BEGAN WHEN I POSTED MY STOCK MARKET CHART INTO THIS BLOG OR PASTED OR WHATEVER. I HAVE A LOT TO TELL YOU THIS MORNING, KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER 15-B

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 15-A IS LOST FOREVER, SHERIFF SIR, AND OTHER BLOGUADIANS OUT THERE!

If the Open Office peeps are reading this, the counter suddenly ran away and would not stop adding thousands of pages and the rest of the blog froze, so it is full of some weired fuckign cunt virus, PLEASE DO NOT SEND IT BACK TO ME, ERASE IT UNLESS YOU CAN FIX IT AND RESTORE IT TO ME.

Here is what the enemies (Milituforce) did not want me to explain to you, kind Sheriff, sir and friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to my psych place yesterday up in fucking Vero Beach, and left the apartment around ten or so, give or take a few minutes, sir. Suddenly a couple of minutes into the trip I was slowing my vehicle down to a stop for the traffic light that was green for Federal Highway US-1, and red for my side street, Avenue C if I am correct. I was then going to turn left to head towards Vero Beach, Florida, USA, ESMWG. A nasty CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT appeared directly in front of me out in the Indian River or above it to be more accurate, sir. After this, no more major sky or even ground siege persisted. BUTTTTTT sir; notice the graph above, the Dow Jones industrials Chart, kind sir. See how the market was falling and so they had to instantly apply PARALLEL-EVENT on me, as they do and have been doing now for three solid mother fucking decades, kind friend and great sir, SHERIFF!!!! At half past one, my annoying in and out nabes picked it up from there, as you also can see on the charts, and this time, the enemies managed to get an upswing. Again sir, please see the above stock market chart, for a better visual view. TANKS!!!!

Now for this morning, kind Sheriff sir: First, another horrible charlie-horse struck my calf leg, this time it was the opposite leg from the one about a month ago, that sent that day sailing into super negative monster shit territory afterwards. Then came a monstrous loud booming car stereo attack right outside of my window, followed by door action from illegal JAMES-GUEST-NABES. It was Resident Manager Marotto who informed me that the guest that slams over there is not supposed to be here, and is why I refer to him as his ILLEGAL-GUESTS!!!!!!!! I don't lie, or make shit up ever; and only will tell you the absolute truth; kind SHERIFF KJM sir!!!!!!!!!!! I also told you that they are behind the blasting stereo outside my window, as it always comes when they slam out in th emorning, and it never seems to fucking ass fail. One day, Sheriff sir, don't blame me please if someone in the building wakes up to this early morning shit and gets a dam heart attack, as that is how monster loud their illegal blasting bullshit is, kind sir, and I swear to that under a voluntary oath right now on this fuckiGN blog, great sir!

This has been days now of this death attack and siege, Sheriff sir, remember this posting?

The Milituforce just crashed my program when I tried to copy it for posting to my blog site. I am under a major death attack, Sheriff Mascara, sir.

Let me go make a left on Grant Avenue now!

Well Mister Peter Vitteritti, of Pleasantville, New Jersey; and friend of that beyond white-hot gorgeous Stacey K, not Krassle; of the Welfare Offices, on Main Street, there in town; all odds are that I will be a dead man very soon; MURDERED BY MILITUFORCE-TAWF ENEMIES FROM HELL!!!!

OK Mister KING????

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There is a lot of mother fucking bullshit all over this world and people are blinder than cunt chewing bats at light speed cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well people, this mother fucker upstairs is a real fucking hammer queen. God this fucking dam ass shit is on my nerves, SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy CALLIO CALL TEN AT&T!!!!

The eighties are the key behind why this planet is here, and who is out beyond it all, not the sixties, not the twenty-teens, or any other junk. It is all rapped up in the nineteen fucking eighties, folks, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone thinks of stairways to heaven leading up, but this one seems to be leading down. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Paula Uwich, and lovely BX sisters. I hope all of you sleep real well at night, and give my best, to the GAP MACY BUNCH, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now what is cuter than this, unless, to quote the GAP whoever she really was, DMK, someone is ''totally soulless''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TELL ME ABOUT IT, FOR THE SAKE OF MOTHER MARILOO CARPENTER!!!!!

TWEET TWEET TWEET, THAT!!!

WHAT'S MY TOM CRUISE FIGHTER JET FUCKING 1988 EXCUSE; PROSECUTOR RON WIRTZ FROM EARLY IN THE FUCKING NINETEEN-NINETIES; RIGHT OLD BUDDY FROM CAMDEN COUNTY IN NEW FUCKED UP JERSEY, SIR????????? Many don't buy my shit and that is the Tom Cruise Fighter Jet Syndrome or the TCFJS as I call it for fucking cunt eating short, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know this all is real, as ever since August 15, 1986, many times while with the late DAVID CHARLES ROTH, IN VEHICLES, HIS OR MINE, USUALLY MINE; a magical milituforce plane air ship vessel (UFO) by definition, I am clueless to who in this evil nation is doing this to me and why, hence the perfectly used and labeled term of Unidentified Flying Object, or (UFO) for short, but one would fly directly over us and when we went to start our cars, nothing, THEY WERE DEAD AS BLACK FUCKING TOAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then 10-20 minutes later, the same vessel would fly over us again, and the vehicle started up all by itself or in some cases, when we tried to start them again. The one fucking cock sucking night in particular that I will never forget if I live as the current-me for 8520 more years, is at an ice cream place at a New Jersey circle in the area of Red Lion, New Jersey, a place called, ''SUBS AND SWIRLS, that sold ice cream sundaes and cones, and many other snacks, at a large stand. This one particular night was so horrendous, that LIGHTNING began to follow us, protecting me as best she could, and then she followed us in reverse, first down to Long Beach Island and then back home, something storms never or very rarely did in that area. Let me tell you how this all fits into this past incident here today and yesterday. Being in the trouble I was in with the car and the battery, caused me to go and get the problem remedied, and in so doing, I was able to get a small little thing that I needed big time for my car that I had given up on ever getting, and was major powerful fucking ass important to me, and it just happened to be available miraculously, today, right there for easy-pickens, and I had given up all hope. But folks, I will not kid you. Time travel is happening, and was behind all of this hell for the past two days since yesterday afternoon. This is why their fucking cheated stock market is flying these two days, and this is nothing. Just watch it hit 17,000 by the end of next week, 20,000 by the end of February, 25,000 by the end of summer time, and 35,000 mother fucking basis points on their manipulated ugly evil criminal DJIA by the last trading day of this 2014 fucking cunt year, JUST WATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you this will all fucking happen, YO YO YO YO!!!! You do not have a clue about the details of many things happening. You are clueless as to the real main errand on my mind when I went out, but the evil empire will all know totally and fully about it an hour or so after I post up this blog, when I get on the telephone. That is all that needs to be said. If I told the damage that these enemies did to THEMSELVES, in their plot to hurt me and send their evil DOW JONES SOARING; at this exact moment, I promise you, the Dow Jones in the final half hour of trading, would crash 1000 points, but they do not fully know yet on the street, Mister Richard Cardplayingfucking Karpf. Tell that to the Indian Reader/Adviser, and the Braxton Sisters, and all other telephone annoyers; right AT&T, Miss-1983 Blake, and Walsh Atlantic of the Boxing Champion daughters. SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!

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It has been a while since I discussed anything major about the Exploratronic Supermind Society. After President Trump is in office, I won't really have to any more. Only I know what this all means, and for now; let's agree to be satisfied keeping things that way, OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING??????? OK Mister KING???????

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You don't have to believe me. Whether you do or don't will alter no part of my truth, IPYT! Along with this is another ingredient. Something out in this purgatory has caused me to have something beyond strange, and weird, and outlandishly bizarre; to be somehow endlessly connected with my life here as Mark Wayne Mohr. Ever since I not only left school, but this began back in the last year or so, of being STILL IN SCHOOL, and this is that very screwy item that many people who cross paths with me, either are, or will become down the road; a major name recognized celebrity of one kind or another.

Now there were a few cases where this force seemed to turn people in a super bad direction, such as the man I discussed in 1976, named Mike Gutherman, my once resident manager at an apartment owned by a rotten dude named Greenberg. Hate me all you want to, but the worst landlords always had a name like that. Forget about any returned security deposits, and also, they are total crooks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One tried to just pocket my down payment made to his secretary and had her tell me that he does not want me as a tenant. All I know is that in my personal experiences, I never had a Jones or a Smith or a Taylor, ever pull shit like that on me. My distant cuzz and I are hated for telling true stories, but ON WE WILL GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Gender	Male
Industry	Military
Occupation	persecution study statistic
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	Finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

I am not going to begin to ever tell anyone that I know precisely where my paranoia ends and absolute reality begins, or the other way around. All I do know for sure is that all my fucking life, something has been terribly fucking wrong!!!!!

08-08-08, huh Darius KING CHOKER????

AUGUST 8, 2015,

LATE SATURDAY MORNING AT 11:19,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 86 DEGREES

RANGE TODAY-------(H-86/L-75).

HUMIDITY IS 75%, FEELING LIKE 97 DEGREES.

WIND IS SW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.

EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

You tell them, Mister WOOOOOOOOOOOLF!!!!

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AND THE MADDER THEY GET ME, THE HOTTER IT IS GETTING. NOW TWB-APP IS SHOWING THE TEMP UP TWO MORE DEGREES TO 91, AND FEELING LIKE 101 DEGREES DUE TO A 57% HUMIDITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BOILING MAD! I WANT MY DAM ASS JUPITER-CAM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO SCRATCH MY FUCKING RINGWORM, MOMMY MOLLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS REALLY FUCKING PISSES ME OFF!!!!!!!!

WOW DO THESE PRICKS MAKE ME FUCKING ANGRY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A day will come when I decide to turn this entire solar system into cosmic fragments and solar wind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SKUNK HURL!!!

CHAPTER 15-B

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE.

It has been a while since I discussed anything major about the Exploratronic Supermind Society.

This will get heavy, yet be written cleverly for the few who will get it. A lot of major things are happening, and in many ways, the year 1980 and the times that follow that year, are and will be repeating and duplicating the general life patterns around me in numerous ways. I don't mean in any way that all things are similar, as if I said that, I'd be an even bigger asshole jerk off than I already am. After-all; 1980 was one of my three fairly great years, at least for me and by my standards of sub-hell existence, and these being 1969, 1980, and 1994!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, things are replicating major patterns, and maybe I am the only one who can see it. I never claimed to be smart, just perhaps ''gifted'' with some really weird ''supernatural'' abilities. I use the word gifted, but that is only because others might. I don't see any of my shit as a gift by any stretch; from here to Quakertown, PA-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some people might possibly envision someone who would be potentially a member of th eESS, as living all kinds of lives all over the place. We all are anyway without conscious memory, except for tiny quick bursts of cosmic radiation that cause quick memory flashes and then poof, it all disappears. You call that dejavoo or whatever, Congressman 1975. Think more about it as those who can live not only all over other parallel atomic reality along the same timeline of fourth dimensional space, but who can live amongst us as many people, all at the SAME TIME. My mom's great coworker Mizz Hollister for one example. John King's daughter for another example. But which one is real and which one is just another copy-life you may wonder? No dear peeps; there is no original and no copy. Just like nothing ever began in higher dimensionality, so how can anything really truly ever end? Same fuckiGN shit is happening here, folks. Is that a threat from WAYV-RADIO, Mizz Roller Skates Queen??? The Milituforce doers not like this part of the blog, as my mouse jumped to another place and I had to repair the blog, that fortunately I caught before it went on too long, and really fucked up another blog for me, kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara sir!!!!

Is it OK-2-CHOKE ME, over on Lake Okeechobee, Florida?????? No peeps, this lake is nowhere near there, but it is so dam fucking beautiful.

This is a major mother fucking violation of my human and civil rights, ACLU, Pam Bondi AG of Florida, and Sheriff K.J. Mascara, of Saint Lucie County, FL-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lighthouse Queen Callio, is behind this; along with her miserable rotten family; McGuire, King, and all of the MACY-BUNCH. W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'LL TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!

YOU'RE DEAD CALLIO!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU'RE DEAD 12 TIMES FUCKING OVER; YOU BITCH!!!!

Does anyone remember that great original Incredible Hulk show, where the guy yells at Callahan and Banner, “You're dead Callahan”?

THIS REALLY GODDESS DAM MAKES ME ANGRY!

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, ILLEGAL SCUMMY

ROACH SHITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

VERSE ONE

I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

And I'm not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer

You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking

You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking

You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

That you've been working hard out in the sun all day

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you're not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few months. Where are you when I need you STEVE HAWKING and DOCTOR CARL SAGAN?????????

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SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

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Now that I have calmed down a little bit folks, since an extremely horrendous and BOTBAR non Paul Simon day; I will try and calmly reconstruct a few things that earlier may have seen even for me, a bit in gibberish.

Two of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST 15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it has been, merely I'll remind my readers that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me being up or down, and two-'THEY' being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience, is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now; whether there is or is not, a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer of 1986; also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986, only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike, so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in all of recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986. There just is no getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not; seems to revolve around an 'inescapable' reality, 'PARALLEL EVENT', without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Pablo, so check that off, KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever I have a major extra normal vivid dreaming experience, the next day is always MAJOR MESSED UP, going all the way back even to the year of miracles for me, the great 1994, and the interaction with the SUNRAM DISTANCE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MACHINE, that autumn, and then on the way to Haddonwood later in the day, despite major overcast skies, being pulverized and pummeled by MY WOMO MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I am not going to lie and tell you that again today, was not about the song, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, as it was. 'THEY' just won't let me put any money together so that I can go over to the Avalon Studio, and pick up my CD, and post the song onto my YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I never ever EVER NEVER saw the FORCES this strong against something in my entire @$^&^$%E#@!@%$!!@%!*)&_$*^$* LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! This is why, I will now post up the lyrics to the song; and it is copyrighted, because the blog is copyrighted, and I fully legally intend to make it official someday with a check to the Library of Congress, just not today, because THEY won't allow me to get a penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEING TOTALLY OBSTRUCTED AND PREVENTED AND STOPPED FROM DOING THIS, AND I KNOW IT, AND FEEL IT LIKE I WOULD FEEL THE FORCE OF A SKYSCRAPER FALLING DOWN ON ME, SHOULD THAT BE THE CASE. This may be an inescapable force all right, but the forces against me will not escape this blog going up onto the internet on an early Thursday morning, that will at least contain the words to this tune, that so much energy and power is being expended from somewhere, to obstruct and halt. All the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands on the planet, are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before we do the posting of the lyrics of the song written by me in 1983 and redone with these words in 2012, that is now called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, let me tell my 'BLOGAUD' that I of course, asked the great cosmic meow king kitty cat, WHY THIS DAY WAS SO HORRIBLE*********************** BECAUSE EVER SINCE 8-15-1986, EVERY DAY IS A NIGHTMARE. I PASSED OUT ALL THE TRACTS I WAS ABLE TO JEHOVAH, THAT CITY IS AS IMPOSSIBLE TO CLEAN UP AS ATLANTIC CITY. EVEN MY DAM CUZZ GOT OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE DON'T NEED THE KITTY KAT 4 THIS, IT'S FIRST GRADE SHIT 4 CRISSAKE, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Now peeps, I want you to forget about the Krassle gang from Atlantic City, and 1970, and all of it. I am only talking here about the point, it can be fitted into any topic, not just MORIANITY. I don't say it does not fit here, this is most definitely not what I am saying on this part of this blog. I merely want to move on, as many I know, would desperately love for me to do. Well then let us not disappoint so many lovely peeps. We will begin by worrying about tying shit all together on later days and blogs as I promise you that this indeed will be done. So here we are awake after that wild ''dream'' and the dog is licking your hand that is hanging a bit off the side of the bed. Now it is a week later and you get home tired from work and lay down for a short nap. Maybe you don't, but I am nearly 60 years old with a lot of hell and stress in my life, so I know a nap will come in real handy, if not this day, then a day soon to follow. The radio is playing barely audibly next to the bed on a small night dresser. Suddenly the song is playing in your ''dream'', only you have been given an award for writing this song in this dream, and you are trying to explain that you did not write the song. Now where could this bullshit possibly be going you may be wondering, and rightfully so. You think your wife woke you up only it now has become one of those rare dream inside of a dream, situations. Not all have experienced these things, and many have little to no memory of any of their ''dream-life''. Now a song that you did write is playing on the radio. You realize you are not at home but half a hundred miles from there at a vacation resort in a hotel, and with you is a friend. He hears the song, and loses his mind, because he never thought he would hear something you had written being played on a sizable radio station. He throws a table through the window and jumps to his death. You go to the window as he is falling in sort of a slow motion, off a high floor down to the street, and you scream a number at him, ''seventeen-thousand''. You eventually awaken. You know that you did this for a reason, to watch how this number would come across the valley of hyperspace and into your world, where you have a waking body. It may be a day or decades, but let me tell you something in a vague way that happened with me, and these things are not completely fictional, but altered to keep things safe and many peeps not too pissed off. A local celebrity that you never dreamed you'd meet in real life, becomes a part of your life in ten years. During this time of friendship with this person, she informs you that her late husband who shares the same Christian name as I do, had a very strange thing happen to him, and it involved the exact amount of money, $17,000.00. We may or may not pick this up later, if I feel brave, we will, and if not, I'll just skip around it and move on with similar stories of hyperspace manipulation. This is no game. I am telling you the truth of how my entire life has altered as a result of these things. Does playing with these forces bring the biblical Satan into a person's life? Many believe this. I used to believe it. I know know the uglier truth that he was always there, and just used my youthful fascination with the unknown and strange mysterious items of creation, to connect himself to me, and then go onto do unthinkable things, but not just to me. Many other innocent peeps were all involved, and he had this planned long before 1980 or 1954 or 1854. This was all planned a good 3000 years ago, whether you wish to join Mike McNulty in a great laugh right now, or not, I am making this audacious and unfathomable claim.

ATHEISTS ARE HALF RIGHT AND SO ARE THE CHRISTIANS, AND THEREIN LIES THE ETERNAL STRUGGLE OF PLANET EARTH. TIME, AN ILLUSION THAT LIGHT REFLECTS, CAUSES MANY THINGS TO CONTINUOUSLY CHANGE AND ALTER. THE WORLD OUT DATES ITSELF MUCH QUICKER THAN IT USED TO. THIS WAS THE POINT OF THE ENTIRE BLOG, BUT IS ANYONE ABLE TO GRASP THIS AND GET THIS, OR AM I TALKING TO MYSELF?

Here are the details of the eighteenth day of last December in 2012, 2 weeks before the New Year of 2013 began, when I had the young dude over here to help me post up the techno-pop song that was originally an old 1983 song, slightly altered with rewritten lyrical content, now titled, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, on the YOUTUBE, for a short while longer until two weeks from today when both my FACEBOOK and my YOUTUBE accounts, will be down forever, and no more ME, will ever be publicly displayed again, on this silly fool tool, called the INTERNET.

OK, you want it, you've got it. Here is what happened to me that day, and what has happened since, with this strange dude whose name is Dennis.

This young man of about twenty-three, give or take a couple years either way, was already at the local library, when I arrived and asked for some technical help with my problem, from library staff. It was as though he was just there for the purpose of my visit that day, and did not have anything that he really needed or wanted to do at his computer terminal. He overheard me talking to the tech support lady, at his computer terminal, near the upstairs reference desk; and just offered to help, on his terminal-time. When it was eventually ascertained that we could not make it work, not due to library filtering, but YOUTUBE/GOOGLE policy of not allowing post ups from public terminals, and more proof of prejudice against the poor people, as YOUTUBE is totally against all poor people that cannot pay them between 25 and 100 dollars A DAY for them to promote you on the fixed and what should be illegal game, as this was once considered to be, PAYOLA, in the music industry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should know, coming from right outside and east of Philadelphia, the famous spot where PAYOLA was named for, as this is where it started decades ago, before it became cracked down on hard by many so-called governmental authorities, but then the same thing goes on, just cleverly and covertly, as promoters who are hired by all the major recording labels, merely give gifts/material possessions, vacations, prizes, drugs, and I could say more; in exchange for boosting new material from major recording companies, up through the normal ranks of rotation. Well, the YOUTUBE is absolutely the same, and not one bit different at all. It is all a GOOGLE advertising stunt, and a way for them to make billions of dollars, for doing nothing but circulating your stuff to more sources, and even if you were to get a viral video, you don't get one cent back in return, for your many many thousand dollars of investment, and if this is not a crooked thing that should be stopped, I don't know what is; and so I will be off these social garbage networking sites completely and forever, in two weeks from this very day, now Monday, as Ryan, will be taking it all down. The world had its chance to really know the greatest story ever told, a million times more powerful than Christianity, and I am not afraid to tell the TRUTH, as the truth can never get you into eternal trouble, merely Earthly Crucified. I don't worry about what the WOMO-MILITFUCE can do to my physical plane attached body. I only concern myself with what this force can do to my endless existence, making that total hell, or a beautiful heaven. The All Mighty GOOGLE admitted, that YOUTUBE is total PAY TO PLAY, and that once, in music and entertainment circles, this was considered, a totally illegal operation; and should be again. There is no place on the entire internet, set up to judge real musical talent, and then if and as something rates well, it is circulated more, and as it slides down, circulated less. This is how your music world Billboard Charts operate, but no, not these new owners of everything, good old crooked GOOGLE, and their avarice and greed, for major massive endless wealth.

As for the FACEBOOK crap, peeps continually ask me to friend them, that I do not know, yet if I do this, I am warned that this is strictly against policy, and I have to go through a major series of agreement clicks, that pull all of the friend requests off. They can do it, and I cannot, FCC, so WHY? So my letter to you will be in this afternoon's mailing system, old school pal, Bobby McDowell, of 1972. When things are not only not fair, but blatantly crooked and stacked against me to keep me from ever being able to use this new age social media, this in a legal argument, is attempted murder. If you cannot buy or sell, and in this new age, without being a part of all of this, you are left basically out in the cold, then that is ARGUABLY ATTEMPTED MURDER, and I will be making new case law, and spending lots of my time soon, at the local LAW LIBRARY, just down the frikkin street from our local regular library, right here in East Fort Pierce. Also, no one is willing to explain or tell me anything, or help me one tiny bit, and I am supposed to just know as though by total magic or mental osmosis, somehow; how all of this works, and what all of their all mighty rules and regulations are. Well, I will do you one better. I plan to sue GOOGLE within a year, for literally preventing me, from telling my story to the world; and this is a blatant egregious violation of my FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS to freedom of speech, to indeed tell this story of my life, both in my writing texts, as well as in my corresponding musical writings as well.

Now, as for this strange man, who had the personality of a robot: He said very little, and once we left the apartment, and the song was posted up, he would not even speak to me, all the way back to the library where my car was parked, as we took his car from there to my place. He ignored me completely, and I knew that something was wrong. I did nothing or said nothing to prompt that weird action on his part NOTHING. Still we already had exchanged telephone numbers, back at the library previously; and so a week later, I called him, and when he would not answer, I left a voicemail message, that I would be at the Publix here in town, where he works at, to pay him a short visit and give him his ten dollar payment for helping me. I got there on the third, the day my SSD money was credited to my checking account, and he just about totally ignored me again, for no reason. He finally said, “I'll call you tonight”. He of course did not, and I would have bet big money that he would not. On the following day I called him to tell him I wanted to pay him what I owed him, and did not get his voicemail, but a special message blocking my number, saying that the customer is not taking calls, this is a blocking, I am pretty sure. Fine, be a prick, I was going to pay you ten dollars, but since you don't want the money, well, I can use it, BRO. For whatever reason, he wants nothing more to frikkin do with me, but the story does not end there, and far from it. You see L-4, while he was here, in fact he had just got into the apartment, and two minutes or less afterward, a knock on the door came, an African American male, about thirty years give or take, a large man, told me he is looking for some person, and he gave me a name, but at the time, it was of no interest to me, so I admit to forgetting it, and then he asked about another name, and then a third name; and when I responded with three 'no' answers, he then said, “Do you live here?”, right to me, right at my door, with me inside of my own apartment. I said that I did, and closed the door on him. I reported the incident to Debbie Morotto, and it's being looked into. I get a visitor over here, and shit immediately starts. Another CROW coincidence? I somehow really don't think so dudes and duddesses out here reading these words. Would you be buying into all of this fucking bullshit if it was all happening to you, and not just once or twice or thrice, but for nearly 30 mother fucking years now without let up, YO???????????????????????? I am making plans to leave Florida all together, but not for Mexico, as this I have come to learn from reliable sources, that are not anyone else's business for right now; that my enemies, or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; wants me to do just this, SO FORGET IT. I am going back home, to where I belong; that was home, this is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said my life back in cunt lapping New Jersey was heaven, not by a fucking ass long shot folks; but it wasn't total death-land Florida either, YO!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!

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mark wayne mohrAugust 8, 2015 at 4:37 PM
I don't think it is fair that BLOGGER won't allow me to post blogs much more than 100 pages. If I try, I always get an error message and cannot do so. This fucking blog has a view count of >93K strong, and I should not be limited like this IMHO, FCC & ACLU!!!!

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