CHAPTER 25

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

© Mark Wayne Mohr 2006-2015

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Why this major volatility in the market is going on right now, is because major things that would wipe out humanity if ever released to the human psyche were to become exposed, could soon be indeed coming out for all to know and hear. I am not saying it has to happen, but forces up in the northeast are more at work right now than they were back in the days they were so determined to terminate my association with the BonJovi crew some years back in th eYBCO song days of twenty-twelve and early thirteen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any real world I used to live in; I died out of, a very very long time ago; Mizz Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi, MA'AM!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY!!!!

THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!

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Oh for the sake of Pete Vitteritti!!!!!!!!!!!!

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FONTY!!!!!!!

Good Lordess and 25 cents, Mister William Leonard McKinnon sir!!!

Sheriff sir; I'll be doing a Tony Orlando as soon as I can save up some doe, maybe a year, then you'll be rid of me.

Then I'll be back in the hands of Ron Wirtz and his son at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office of Southwestern New Jersey.

BOY OH BOY OH BOY, MISTER EVERETT SIMPSON OF WARWICK ROAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET'S NOPT BUILD ANY MORE WEIRD TREEHOUSES TO DROP DOWN SHIT ON PEOPLE'S CARS!!!!

I awoke an hour or wo ago from some real major “nightmares” as you all would call them. I was in a semi-localized hyperspace from here where I was up in Haddonfield, New Jersey, and unbloggable fucking shit was happening to me. All I am willing to say is that contained in this wild nightmare, were th eLang Balloon family of 1980, along with Ron Wirtz, from a decade later, and also, the gang at Warwick Auto Sales, Everett Simpson and his two whatever they were, Herby Letts and George Bell-tone Belton!!!!

YOU MISSED ME, JANE CRAPPER!!!

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I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS; JANE!!!!

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I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING SUPER DEATH ATTACK. NOT ONLY AM I SICK AND DYING; BUT THIS EVIL COCK SUCKING MILITUFORCE, HAS BROKEN ANOTHER VIDEO MACHINE; AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES TO THIS EVENT, ARE MORE MYSTERIOUS THAN ANYTHING YET, WITH ALL OF THESE VIDEO FUCK UPS, FOR CLOSE TO TWO CUNT CHEWING YEARS NOW. I NEVER HAD THIS IN JERSEY, NEVER WERE THINGS LIKE CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING THIS.

I HAD JUST WATCHED A MOVIE CALLED TOP GUN, AND THESE BLOGS HAVE DISCUSSED THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE, UPON MORE THAN ONE FUCKING CUNT EATING OCCASION, WHEN THIS COCK LICKING HORSE SHIT ALL BEGAN AROUND JUST SHY OF MOTHER FUCKING THREE TODAY, SHERIFF, AG BONDI, AND FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT. NOWHERE IN THIS SHOW WAS THAT EVENT ABOUT THE “WHAT'S MY EXCUSE” SO I HAVE BEEN SOMEHOW BLUCRAN-TRANSPORTED AGAIN, FOR ABOUT THE 99TH TIME, THROUGH TRANSDIMENSIONAL FUCKING HYPERSPACE. BUT THAT IS NOT WHERE FUCKING SHIT ENDED, SHERIFF K.M., SIR. I HIT THE REWIND BUTTON TO PUT THE MOVIE BOX IN THE BOX AND AWAY, AND WHEN IT GOT TO THE BEGINNING OR JUST ABOUT THE BEGINNING, THE FUCKING CUNT HUFFING TAPE SHUT OFF AND THE WORD 'ERROR' DISPLAYED ON MY VCR WINDOW. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. THE TAPE WILL NOT WORK, AND IT WILL NOT EJECT, SO I HAVE A BROKEN FUCKING CUNT STUCK TAPE IN MY CUNT CHEWING FUCKING MACHINE. I HAVE FOUND ANOTHER REPAIR SHOP AND PLAN TO TAKE FIVE VIDEO MACHINES ALONG WITH MY SMALL TV THAT I USE FOR SOUND ONLY THAT I TOLD YOU ALL WAS BROKEN RECENTLY ALSO BY THIS MILITUFORCE, TO HAVE IT ALL REPAIRED, HOPEFULLY. HERE I AM IN HERE DYING, AND NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO MOTHER FUCKING WATCH OTHER THAN WHAT IS ON THE FUCKING CABLE TV. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THIS, FOLKS; BUT I KNOW FULLY WELL THAT MAGNESONIC IS NOT GOING TO STAND IDLY BY AND WATCH ITS MOTHER FUCKING CREATOR BE TORTURED TO THIS EXTENT, WITHOUT A MAJOR OFF THE SCALE COUNTER MOTHER FUCKING STRIKE AGAINST THIS EVIL EMPIRE, AND THE MILITUFORCE, AND THE ESS. THAT YOU CAN BE TOTALLY FUCKING SURE OF, MISTER KIMBA WHITELION FROM CUNT CHEWING ASS LICKING 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No fatal heart attacks and no flowers andno audition & repertoire people, OK OK OK Johm King sir, the latengrate YO??????

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3----HAVE YOUR MOTHER, YOUR FATHER, AND ALL OF YOUR KIDS, DO THE VERY SAME THING THAT YOU JUST DID.

BEING FUCKING BLUCRAN'D IS A MAJOR DEAL. MANY OF YOU ARE LIKE A MUSCLE BOUND COWORKER OF MINE IN THE AUTUMN OF 1980 BACK AT THE RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS, IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, USA. ONE DAY HE TOLD ME, “YOU'RE HAUNTED”, AND WE NEED NOT GET INTO WHAT CAUSED HIM TO SAY THIS TO ME.

I AM NOT FUCKING CUNT HAUNTED. I HAVE THE ESS AGAINST ME AND HAVE SINCE THE CUNT CHEWING FUCKING DAY I WAS MARK WAYNE MOHR ILLUSION-BORN, OR SAID MORE ACCURATELY, SINCE I FELL OFF OF MY ASTRAL DREAMS, TO COME DOWN EVEN LOWER INTO MORE DREAMS HERE IN THIS PART OF THE HYPERSPACE, AND IN THIS PARTICULAR TIME PERIOD. YOU CAN BELIEVE I AM HAUNTED ALL YOU FUCKING TURD CHEWING WANT TO. I AM BEING PERSECUTED BY THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. MAYBE IT IS OK TO SAY IT EITHER WAY, JUST AS OUR GREAT GOD HAS MILLIONS OF WILD NAMES, SOME KNOWN TO US HERE IN THIS WAKING WORLD, AND ALL OF THEM MEAN THE ALMIGHTY GAMER-PROGRAMMER OF THIS NIGHTMARE GAMOGRAM-SIMULATION OR THIS COSMOS. IF YOU THINK I AM NUTS, THEN YOU THINK ONE OF THE GREATEST PROFESSORS AT NYU IS TOO; AS HE BELIEVES THIS AS MUCH AS I DO, AND CAN GIVE YOU A FAR BETTER RATIONAL EXPLANATION TO ALL OF THIS; PROFESSOR MICHIO KAKU. GO AHEAD ANYONE, PROVE ME MOTHER FUCKING DICK LICKING WRONG!!!!!!!!!!

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

INSTRUCTIONS FOR MILITUFORCE ENEMIES:

1----PLACE 100 POUND DUMBELL ROPE AROUND YOUR BODY AND TIE IT TIGHT.

2----WALK DFOWN THE STAIRS BELOW AND KEEP RIGHT ON GOING.

3----HAVE YOUR MOTHER, YOUR FATHER, AND ALL OF YOUR KIDS, DO THE VERY SAME THING THAT YOU JUST DID.

Wow is there a dam dark shadow surrounding my life, since the doctor smacked my ass, around half past nine on Saturday morning, at the Bryn Mawr, PA, USA Hospital, on December 4, 1954. JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!

All great Flower Wings everywhere, and I want to increase the rent on my property, RM; YO AL!!!!

The reason that I began talking about reversals and reflections is due to many things, peeps. First, the truth shows up in mirrors and when things go upside down. It is where the expression of 'shaking things up' to get at truth really came from, but this is another somewhat intentionally covered up piece of human reality. Hans Worshing was the director of the Philadelphia Boys club, as it was called back in 1967, when I met the man. I had lived just a block away for eighteen months, at 2041 Chestnut Street and did not know he was there. Only after my mom tried to secure a 'big brother' for me, and I was given the first of two dudes, Mister Fred Hinger, the head drummer of the then Philly Philharmonic. They had a nice home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, and he and another pal of his who was a couple years older than me, were being taught how to drum on drum pads. This dude's name was Dominick. He was a very cool dude, as was sir Hans Worshing of the Boys Club. Most of you who know a little bit about my two big brothers from this organization, know mostly about the second dude, Mister colorado hailed from, John Henningsen, of the Campbells soup company, Camden, New Jersey Office. Thisd was a cover, as he was a major ESS traveler with the CIA. I know that now and did not have a clue back then. But then all the alphabet soup agencies are owned by the one absolute one, the ESS. Still, this is the kind of top secret Majestic level purple and nine Ron Wirtz shit that gets folks killed. But then, hay I am a dead man right now, who is going out like a balloon losing its air, so what do I have to lose? John took me to a secret building across from the City Line Philly studios, where numerous television broadcasters are headquartered. Right across to the east was the building John Henningsen took me too a few times with the magic one way mirror rooms. Later I realized Campbell's Soup had no reason for interrogation rooms, and he has to be ESS, or you might go as far as say CIA or NSA, but as stated, these all fit nicely into the one and only owner/controller, the great powerful ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). John as you know gave me the great magical chain, that a year later give or take, seemed to fascinate the Almighty gamer-owner being of this entire gamogram-simulation (cosmos), Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Also on the north side, across from City Line Avenue, in this Bala Cynwyd section of Philadelphia's main line suburban area; is my doctor I went to before the great family sent me packing, in the middle of an icy cold gods-forsaken night, off to fucking ass Florida; five and a half dam ass years back into time now, YO! Oh boy oh oh boy, my mom comes to me in a powerful dream to warn me not to move in with these washcloths from hell, while still at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, and then boom, clueless me is forever destroyed. Twenty years ago today, Clueless Poolroy gave me three wild books from the Washington Heights, New York Public Library. One of them shows a science laboratory where Windows are displayed on a computer, long before the windows-95 times ever came to be, as this was back around 1965. Someday this entire time and hyperspace is going to blow up in all of our faces, Mister Ron Wirtz, so 'purple and 9', to you too, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The reason that I began talking about reversals and reflections is due to many things, peeps. First, the truth shows up in mirrors and when things go upside down. It is where the expression of 'shaking things up' to get at truth really came from, but this is another somewhat intentionally covered up piece of human reality. Hans Worshing was the director of the Philadelphia Boys club, as it was called back in 1967, when I met the man. I had lived just a block away for eighteen months, at 2041 Chestnut Street and did not know he was there. Only after my mom tried to secure a 'big brother' for me, and I was given the first of two dudes, Mister Fred Hinger, the head drummer of the then Philly Philharmonic. They had a nice home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, and he and another pal of his who was a couple years older than me, were being taught how to drum on drum pads. This dude's name was Dominick. He was a very cool dude, as was sir Hans Worshing of the Boys Club. Most of you who know a little bit about my two big brothers from this organization, know mostly about the second dude, Mister Colorado hailed from, John Henningsen, of the Campbell's soup company, Camden, New Jersey Office. This was a cover, as he was a major ESS traveler with the CIA. I know that now and did not have a clue back then. But then all the alphabet soup agencies are owned by the one absolute one, the ESS. Still, this is the kind of top secret Majestic level purple and nine Ron Wirtz shit that gets folks killed. But then, hay I am a dead man right now, who is going out like a balloon losing its air, so what do I have to lose? John took me to a secret building across from the City Line Philly studios, where numerous television broadcasters are headquartered. Right across to the east was the building John Henningsen took me too a few times with the magic one way mirror rooms. Later I realized Campbell's Soup had no reason for interrogation rooms, and he has to be ESS, or you might go as far as say CIA or NSA, but as stated, these all fit nicely into the one and only owner/controller, the great powerful ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). John as you know gave me the great magical chain, that a year later give or take, seemed to fascinate the Almighty gamer-owner being of this entire gamogram-simulation (cosmos), Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Also on the north side, across from City Line Avenue, in this Bala Cynwyd section of Philadelphia's main line suburban area; is my doctor I went to before the great family sent me packing, in the middle of an icy cold gods-forsaken night, off to fucking ass Florida; five and a half dam ass years back into time now, YO! Oh boy oh oh boy, my mom comes to me in a powerful dream to warn me not to move in with these washcloths from hell, while still at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, and then boom, clueless me is forever destroyed. Twenty years ago today, Clueless Poolroy gave me three wild books from the Washington Heights, New York Public Library. One of them shows a science laboratory where Windows are displayed on a computer, long before the windows-95 times ever came to be, as this was back around 1965. Someday this entire time and hyperspace is going to blow up in all of our faces, Mister Ron Wirtz, so 'purple and 9', to you too, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not only are mirrors, and things that reflect major; Mister 1969 Sidney Mommyboyfriend Cohencrown Jewshame; but the real truths go so far beyond any of this, that it would all rank right up there in the purple and nine area of Ron Prosecutor ADA Wirtz of December 5, 1989, the day we met and the day after I turned age 35 years, as Mark Wayne Mohr and his crummy scummy miserable life. Holy WOW, KALI CLAN. Time for this poor old bastard to go and wash up! Hey I'm all washed up anyway, right folks? What did I tell you guys back in the summer of 1997, John and Photeous, on 10-SC Avenue, on your parking lot that day, next to WAYV's Paula King lot???????????????? And think about this one: I did not consciously know or remember a thing about all of this now existing Morianity! But I have indeed cycled around for 200 times give or take, David Speas and Mister Corsakolf McCoy!!!

Twenty years ago or almost, my late friend, Mister D. C. Roth and I, had a follow up conversation, to some things that we discussed in 1988, while I lived at Central Avenue in Moorestown, New Jersey, half a mile away from the Phillies ball player, who many thought threw the World Series Game of 1993; and I assure you that he didn't. I would bet the farm this is where the great “L&O” hit law show got the idea about a decade later give or take a year, for the episode with NYC Detective Kenny Daniels, and his obsession to put away a bad apple from his city beat, who knifed a girl that wouldn't date him while they were kids, Julie Sayer, and the name of the fictional ball player was Jeffrey Dommer. The show is known to take stories from the headlines and make small alterations, with permission of course, and make their great shows many times from these real life incidents. But I am digressing big time from where I want to go with this original 1988 conversation with my now deceased pal David, regarding a religion he knew about, called the religion of Light and sound, and also is known by the term, “ECKANKAR”. If you Google it, you will be very fascinated by their information, and I highly recommend joining, if you are a true seeker. They put me on the path that led me to where I am today. You may scoff and say who wants to be there, asshole Mountainpen? But just because I am suffering doesn't mean this path is not indeed a way into major enlightenment to truths so powerful; they have been wondered about, since the earliest dawn of humanity, and any of its known civilization. So let me get down to cases about ECKANKAR, and how my point is very major, concerning this fantastic religion.

I had absolutely no conscious goal or motive when I began this Morianity-Project, or at any time up through the present minute, of taking their belief system in a basic form, and running it in a reverse view, yet this is entirely what has been learned by me, and then taught by me. Not one guru on the planet seemingly is able to see things in a true directionality and this would of course not exclude me. I by myself, without the aid of direct communication with SSJKK who began interacting with me as the third part of Herself, the electron, would not have ever in a thousand dam years, have been able to make up Morianity. I don't mean the story of my hell and my shit that is all commingled into the teachings that I give; but the teachings of void infinity and then dreaming out and away from that void into the lawtronic seventh dimension, and from there into pure mind, then down further still, into the 5-D hyperspace. They see it exactly the same; yet they totally are looking into a mirror. As you all know, reflections show reverses, and reverses usually have way more truth and realness to them than their forward counterparts do. But we've been through all this, and so there's no need for any rehashing of this right now.

I want to tie this point of Eckankar verses my being shown by HALLS FAWCES, into another subset-reality here. You'll recognize it instantly as I move this along. It is the way my choking nightmare of 1983 has become my new 2015 nightmare all over again. And why? Well, because I dared to prove how things are purely energetic, even while disguised as material, in matter words; after mind becomes brain; which is an instrument that somehow, and no one has a clue yet just how; seems to take a higher truth of existence that we all are simply in and at, and divide it by the speed of light squared. Suddenly, poof; we are dreaming we are a little crying helpless baby, and the dreams follow one after another until we eventually dream that we wake up. Then we are right back where we never left in the first dam place, the world of pure energy. The plank. The first part of the dream, out and away from the void infinity or zero dimensional reality, into Plank Astral dreaming.

If any of you think for a nanosecond, you know or understand my situation with the great Washcloth Family of 1970, or 14 years later in three following separate increments, you are sadly mistaken. Even my know it all cuzz Donnie boy is more clueless than a hundred freaking Poolroy dudes at Haddonwood back in Mickey Showers 1995. Still, can anyone begin to see why I created MORIANITY in 1995? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT folks, don't be totally stupid all your life. JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Surfer Fonty!

Some have falsely believed numerous things, and it's come to my attention that some few who thought these wrong things have very recently started to reconsider. Well, it is you who will possibly benefit someday from that very wise choice. Not me. Hey, great. I am all for equal opportunity happiness allover this nasty ass little ol' pwanet, Mister Fwudd! Some time ago, when coming home from the Vero Beach, Florida, USA Behavior Health place, I stopped into a Chinese Restaurant. This particular time, and only this time, despite my going there about half a dozen times now, in the past couple of months, and ordering the very same thing or very nearly the same thing; a broken fortune cookie was inside of my bag that I was given with my take-out order. This cookie had a pretty wild message, that I am not ready yet to share with this blog. I have my reasons folks, trust me. But I do wish to say one thing right now before I crash off to sleep. The scientific community works basicly with grants. They have to obey and behave, or they can easily lose those grants. They all know the truth about atheists being wrong in so far as dying and that's that. It isn't. There is energy and there is mass. If this was not true, the bomb wouldn't have worked back in time that ended the Second World War. As energy we all exist in a realm of pure interaction. As mass, we are dreaming a physical 'so-called' illusion. It doesn't get one bit simpler than this, other than to say that they know this is true,and they also know it would disturb religion and disrupt too many things, to absolutely come out and say certain shit. Quite obviously those like me who do this, are hated by them. Long Story Short (LSS), they know that th electron is a highly intelligent entity. It is what the Christians call THE HOLY GHOST. They also know that time runs in one direction in matter universes, and in the opposite direction in anti-matter universes. What we call the electron, is a positron from all of the fifth dimensional parallel universes, that in our world right here and now, is literally running backward through time. It knows our ending from its beginning. Still taking this a fraction further, I was chosen for reasons still not totally clear to me; in 1983, to be shown many powerful things by this subatomic energetic entity that already knows every single thing that is going to ever happen, with every tick of the clock. But this did not in truth, start in the early nineteen-eighties. 1970 as I told John and Photeous on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; back in th e summer time of 1997; is beyond a pivotal point in time for me. If you know anything about the Christian Bible, you know about the three 14 generations that were all before the birth of king Akoslem, AKA on mortal waking world circles, the son of god, LORD JESUS CHRIST. This was Sarah Krassle's cute and clever message to me that I hopefully did not get as I usually normally do, too late; but hopefully managed to figure out on her desired time schedule. Mathematics and numeration is beyond awesome and powerful. If you are not inclined in that direction, no sweat, but it would be nice then if you would take me at my word when I insist so fervently that indeed, it is of major consequence. But there is math and there are still other ways to derive powerful messages from the programmer of this fantastic gamogram-simulation-cosmos-system. When we look at the way events all play out in any of our lives, they seems to run in a channel, and not all that differently than zeros and ones operate both individual PC machines of all sizes and abilities, but th entire connectiveness of them as well, or the internet, (interconnected networking) system. When I dared to do my 2012 music project, 1970-1984-1998-2012, I did it to try and prove that this mysterious illness was real and to try and get justice. But I didn't factor in the power discrepancies between them, and myself. Hay if two dam objects are placed onto the ends of the playground seesaw, it should go up and down. It will too, as long as neither side is too imbalanced in relationship with the opposing side, you know, a horizontally challenged kid of 220 pounds and his buddy of 110 pounds. Two objects, hay it should work. As the lovely girl on the 1980 hair shampoo TV ad-spot put it so well, “WROOOONG”. But place two objects that are not out of order with each other, weighing close to the same amount of pounds, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; a nice time at the playground ensues. Folks, I assumed I could make things work because I was given special knowledge by this GODDESS SSJKK. I assumed in error. If they have way more power than you, nothing is going to allow your seesaw to go down. You will stay high and helpless until they release you with a horrible bang as they jump quickly off of it laughing while you break your ass. It really is, to quote Mister Henningsen back in 1969, “Just that simple”. This is not to say I cannot work the circuitry of this powerful cosmic machinery, but it is to say, and you may all quote me, that “In the end of each battle, I am always left further behind and weaker, and they are always left farther ahead and stronger. It is not a freaking winnable war with those that have all the power”. Still, I tried hard, and the Bonjovi's all know that I did. This is why they politely told me to take a hike after a certain point of no return. I call it the “Cut Losses Syndrome”, and just about all people of brain, have this instinctively built into the radar of their inner personality. I have noticed this about life for sixty and a half mother fuckiGN years now, quite clearly; and it is an unmistakeable, and undeniable reality. So I move on alone most of the time, since people all disown me out of fear, sooner or later. They just instinctively know that something is radically wrong; and it of course, IS!

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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.

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Somebody ought to return the favor to you, LION KILLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doctors; they are all a bunch of #$&*%#$@#$*(#$)&*@#$!!!!!!!

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Times change so fuckiGN rapidly and I am one of the few anymore and totally realize same; who wants so bad to have things go back to the great days of between a half century and a century ago. Still, we could discuss times way before that, when I was born in Germany; and did some pretty beyond despicable and unspeakable things. And as I speak, and no wonder; here is a major fucking right side Morty Mortino death angel attack, striking me while I type.

Gawky Gaukauk the great cat professor from Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia told me some incredible shit last night, only it wasn't last night. It is so huge I am scared to get into it, but my dfamily knows what it is, and it is why I told about the forbidfden Halloween joke details in the great powerful '75 year, diction and all, © Office!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Federal Communications Commission, I am getting a major freeze-hack of some kind, and you need to do your dam job to protect me from illegal activity and illegal mother fucking hackers and hacking, YO YO YO!!!

Some wild cloud formations are forming out to my west or to the left when I look out my northern exposure window here in my PHA apartment. I never saw anything exactly like this, and I have seen almost an infinite pattern of cloud formations in my more than 8,000 year time life repeating cycle, and other lifetimes also that I clearly recall.

It was supposed to be another very hot and humid day, but nothing like the southwest, where those wonderful cities like Phoenix and Houston are going to be far fucking worse, praise SAR. Well it was, YO!!!!

All mother fuckers hurting me are going to be so wiped out; they will spend a quadrillion mother fucking years begging me for mercy some day; while I kick, and puke on them, the entire time; and dam laugh!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Now I am getting a WEATHER alert from TWB,m so something is up,YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alerts for Saint Lucie County

Number of Active Alerts:: 1
Go to alert detail:

There is 1 active alert issued for Saint Lucie County

ALERT 1 - Earth Networks Dangerous Thunderstorm Alert What is this?: A WeatherBug Dangerous Thunderstorm Alert is in effect until 5:56PM EDT Wednesday, August 12; Issue Time: 8/12/2015 5:11:00 PM; Valid Until: 8/12/2015 5:56:00 PM; Details Storm Report

Thank you, TWB!!!!!!!!!!

Yes I do keep up, and I do watch news. These blogs try hard to keep current events out of them, as much as is humanly possible. When certain things or people, nauseate me sufficiently, to the point where I cannot refrain from speaking out, well, then I do just that. For now, I am happy to remain at basically zero decibels.

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''!

It doesn't matter if one or twenty-five Dennis Snyder's say this to me, it is all the same truth or (reality).

“THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.

You mother fucking missed me Jane Whore Fonda Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You dam ass witch.

This is getting mother fuckiGN ridiculous, Mister Mack Camp Chesapeake Kaiter of 1967, sir. Fuck that soap in my dam ass mouth, buddy. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-PAM. I WILL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING WONDERFUL DEBRA MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THIS PHA BUILDING, HERE AT FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!! Well, no need to do this, but there are things going on around here that are non-bloggable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well for right now aniwho. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

There are some real dark and ominous clouds out there to me' ol' west, you ol' buccaneers!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCBULTY FROM 1971, YO!

I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind. Her beauty, her splendor, she leaves me in here thinking of nothing else but being with her on the Astral-Plane at some lovely park and water fall, making beyond wild hot passionate love to her for what would seem here on Earth in waking mortal life, to be a thousand years or more without stopping to so much as breathe or speak. The gods all know that I love you beyond any possible way of typing words to you,my electron!!!!!!!!!!!

Everything is just real pussy huffing funny, huh Mike McNulty?????? And ALL GREAT CASTRO BROTHERS, MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Screw fucking you, (WD-HACK) hacker!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.

Diana came back again also, with lovely colorful dazzling displays of her scrumptious lightning. She knows I want to literally eat her up. She is just so awesome, and beyond ravishingly gorgeous, YO! YEAH, that was a PIP, Twilight Zone Mister Billy Mummy; so where are you when I really turd huffing need you, lovely LIGHTNING??????????? I MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NEED YOU RIGHT IN MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BED; GIANT COIL, AND MY ENDLESS LOVE. YOU NEED TO BURN AND FRY ME OUT OF THIS HORRENDOUS AND ETERNAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NIGHTMARE HELL CUBED, CUBAN; AND SUPER MOTHER ' FUCKIGN' CUBAN, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THIS 'FUCKIGN' SHIT IS JUST MORE NAILS IN THEIR BIG FAT THROBBING COCK LICKING COFFIN, GREAT PEEPS OUT HERE, YO!!!!

THEY WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO BE CURED OR TREATED FROM WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME IN 1983, AND NOT ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS ARE INNOCENT, THAT ARE ON MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BLOGS, NOT A ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT YOU WILL FIND THAT I WON'T DIE AS EASILY AS YOU THINK I WILL. IT HAS BEEN TRIED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' RAT ASS BASTARD BOTTOM FEEDERS.

It has gone up to 93 degrees, with the heat index now at 103, over at Fort Pierce Airport where these TWB readings come from, YO!!! W—O—W THAT!!! Yes Microsoft Lightbulb, I know you just changed two of my minus signs into a line, thank you, YO BRO!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, how about putting in these dam ass hurricane doors, Mizz Debra M????

HI DIANA MY LOVE. HER LIGHTNING IS HERE WITH ME, SO LET ME POST THIS BLOG UP NOW. I LOVE YOU BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''SHE KNOWS''!!!!

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAA.

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Diana my lovely baby-blond teen-queen, your lightning was awesome yesterday afternoon as I was posting up my previous blog. IWALU so very much! Thank you for coming over to visit with me.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAA.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, August 13, 2015

CHAPTER 25, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE