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FUCKING WHORE SLUT EVIL BITCH JANE JUST NAILED MY MOTHER FUCKING ASS, SO LET ME COMPENSATE WITH FIVES!!!!!

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Today was super fuckiGN botbar, with klutz fucking out attacks, shit in general, fire alarms, and everything that could go wrong, going fucking turd swallowing wrong. My medical health care garbage plan is no good and I will most likely be canceling it all out. Let Bearhugs Obama put a fine on me, it is better than all this mother fucking grief and aggravation. Who mother fucking needs this shit? I am getting crazy denial forms that tell me I will have to pay money for June doctor visits that I did not get authorizations for, which is a lot of crap, and I fully intend to go to my local fucking congressman about this and cancel out this garbage HMO fucking bullshit once and for all. I know jerk off Trump did this to me, and has done al these things to wreck my life for thirty plus years now. I am very fucking disappointed in the assholes of this world who see on the news that I am right about everything, and I have proven my story is all true, over and over again. I hoped the great Democratic Party would have contacted me by now about how I already told what he is doing to Misses Clinton. And the bastard said they are his friends, him and the ex-pres. Well if that is the way a friend gets treated, I'd hate to be an enemy, oh right, I forgot; I am already down that mother fuckiGN know, and I know this only too dam fuckiGN well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He leaves no stone unturned, and his chess moves are played out like a chess-master, only he plays in the game of real business life, and now, real politics. This has been going on for a very long time, and the proof is all out there. So if the Democrats want to lose to this mother fucker, then fine, just don't believe a fucking cunt word that I say, and you will. But I can offer proof that our soon to be president totally thought I had gone back from 2009 to 1986, and brought MC up here, and over to his hotel/casino, when he was contacted that day by his security team, when Ann, and Leticia, and I, were all on the casino floor. I of course am not saying I could not have really done this, but this would make me crazy and insane. Is this who you want running America, Democrats????????

Diana's exquisite and gorgeous moon is shining outside. I can feel my great big lovely goddess out there, pulling on my god dam fucking spirit. Hey, call me crazy. My feelings don't bruise or break any more. I'm all hard and calloused over, YO!!!!

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!!!

KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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????

Or what if I tell a lot more about August 19, 2007, and the mysterious helicopter-pulsar star that moves from the Earth to the heavens, biblically, and materially; folks?

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Ladies and gentlemen, it has been rainy off an don, and mostly totally overcast, with remnants from storm-Erika from my east, YO. Diana flashed a couple times today, and last night, she was beyond freaking awesome and lovely BRO!!!

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AUGUST 30, 2015,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:23,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-83/L-76).

HUMIDITY IS 65%, FEELING LIKE 88 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 7, WITH GUSTS TO 34.

Yes Donna Summer, to quote you from 1982, or thereabout some place girl; if you don't like cats and dogs and kids; there's gotta' be something wrong somewhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

I will agree with you entirely, even though life has thrown me an endless series of major ass curve-balls, and I am just about clueless anymore, to anything at all, oh great disco diva of latengrate.

Hey people, life may totally stink, or bite and chew in my world, and even in the world of Mary-Lee and Katharine, the great Julia White's of the sea; BUTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUT; it still is REALITY, SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy Moley Moley Ringworm Scratch; where is this all going to lead??? I mean I did honestly see that great big helicopter move away from me, on August 19 of 2007, at Cifaloglio's property; and it turned into the large pulsar-star we all see at night, and it went up and eventually set and vanished after day break, or did it? Pretty neat cool fucking trick, Cousin don, if that was you! Or was it, Macy bunch King, I mean hey really buddy, if you have SSJKK on your side, as you must to have your ''marvelous freaking life'', then maybe it is no big deal at all. But I know that the cable-TV Science Channel would have lost their mind if I had the footage, or they had been there with me that early morning around one or two. Also, my watch gained some time, and my car would not start, just like over at Subs & Swirls Ice Cream Soda Shop of the Red Lion Circle, in Jersey, near the Medford Lakes area!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW THIS!!!!

The Mili-2-Force is mad that I am discussing this powerful topic, Cousin DJT, as I am getting the second in one day FIRE-ALARM going off now at my PHA Building, at twenty minutes past three this afternoon, YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My life is a total mother fuckiGN blast, oh wonderful great world out there, YO YO YO YO!!!!

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING TOTALLY SUCKS, AS DOES BEING POOR AND PERSECUTED. THOSE BEHIND MY LIFETIME HELL WILL ALL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH BEFORE THIS IS ALL OVER. IPYT TOTALLY AND 100% ABSOLUTELY.

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END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH THE GODS, PLEASE HOLD THAT DAM MAYO.

Doctor Mayohold's twin cousin, of Albert Einstein, ''perfect together'', as the great ex-Homeland Security Chief, Mister Thomas Kean, would say so great, back in the eighties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unlike Cuzz Donald; he grew up and cut his dam hair!!!!!!!!

Never again will I go on Wordpress. They have hacked me for the last fucking time, ACLU. But there is plenty of shit already fucking up there, such as this little tid fucking bit, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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August 23, 2009

“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #23”
8:15 Ante’ Meridian, Sunday, August 23, 2K9 ADEG

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Do not think this will B a regular normal mountainpen/Mark-Mohr blog, because it will not. It will B quite a bit more incredible than even some of my real powerhouse doozie blogs. If U ain’t inda mood BRO, go get in a hungry mood and visit www.marthastuart.com/ or whatever. This is surely not about food or any normal thing, and if U have a full stomach, I suggest a short wait unless U enjoy a good puke now and again, BRA. All hell or Astral Plane accepted term DOGTOWN, broke loose after posting my last blog, the #21. Maybe the majority of nations that draw the line that legally separates minors from adults and giving the adult status fully 2 those reaching this amount of years in physical age, know what they R doing after-all. 21 indeed Gawky, is a very magical freaking number, but this I have zero time right now 2 explore with any of U further. B4 telling major things that I totally KNOW that THEY do not want TOLD, BRO, let me just make a normal continuation of events journal from last post up, as U ain’t heard one thing yet from Mister Jolson Mountain.

First, and as totally predicted, PHILLIES GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING GAMES. THE DOW JONES FLIES UP AND WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY. Last Monday was the one down day of the trading week, and then after that, it shot up like rockets on velocitronic controlled energies, and never looked back as the galaxies whizzed by like blurring blizzard blowing snow flakes. The electrical power in the house here on 13th Street, went off again 4 a second time on that same day last week, shortly after my post up and B4 the Dow closed. This shot the Dow Jones way up and every day was a huge UP DAY, except 4 the tiny decline of Monday, and all EXACTLY AND PRECISELY AS I PREDICTED AND TOTALLY SAID WOULD ALL HAPPEN, GIANT FREAKING GINA!!! Friday THEY scored a nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRE, but this is all nothing. I knew about BLACK MOUNTAIN FRIDAY long B4 it even was midnight. My new fantastic system that my stupid dad gave me, CRASHED AND FREAKING BURNED on Thursday. Every stinking time that this happens, a roulette system crashes and must B placed on the PDL (Permanently Disabled List), all hell or really DOGTOWN busts loose and monstrous hell abounds around me that would B totally unfathomable 2 any of U. I can say with full honesty and candor that not one of U out there would B able 2 take my sustained gaga-hell 4 one solid 2 week period. My mom warned me 2 get away from Dawn King, at least one of my dead trucking parents is giving me legitimate signals from what all of U would insist on labeling, THE BEYOND. As 4 Dad, I broke every bottle of bourbon in his wing, some of them have been in there literally 4 trillions of years. I then converted the wing 2 a huge solarium and threw him right out on his worthless butt. He does not need 2B there if he is totally unwilling 2 give me a roulette system that can defeat, not the game, that’s easy, but the freaking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE and its inconceivable effects of negamagging and destroying all things that someone suffering under this curse has with what I term and label INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, and U would apply the quick short and Earthly accepted word LUCK. Death angels R back and nasty, the Demenity named Disdee, by me, is back again, short 4 “Disappearing Demon Entity” that keeps making my stuff vanish and then turn up usually, after frantic searches R painfully conducted. I can live with 500 point up Dow Jones Stock Market Weeks and Phillies down the toilet, but what hurts is living here and putting up with a hell that is in every way as bad or even worse than living in a maximum security prison. Jack McCoy made a powerful statement 2 some bad person on the fictional or ‘phase 4’ television show, Law & Order, and I will quote it 2 any reader right now on this blogging text, “There isn’t enough money in the world 2 keep your client out of jail”. Jack ol’ pal, NOT TRUE. Somebody and I think this blogging audience at least has a hair scratching wonderment about just who this could B, is protecting and shielding cuz Dawn. It seems that a quarter Bill USD is enough Mister Mick. Dawn was locked up late Friday night after doing some really violent things, first upsetting me 2 the point that today, I was planning on running away, no phony bull, I really was leaving, bags ready, secretly of course, as Dawn has me literally a prisoner and her slave, as long as I keep taking it and won’t leave, with the clothes on my back, and no more. But I got home yesterday morning and Ann greeted me at the door and said that Dawn is in jail. She assured me that she had been taken 2 the County Jail in Mays Landing, New Jersey. She had assaulted many people and made horrific terroristic threats 2 ANN KING-Dawn’s mother, and Chicky and his brother Marcus. A little voice told me 2 make a quick quiet exit Friday night and leave 3 hours early 4 work. Dawn is continuously dead drunk and violent and a frightening person 2B around. The police instead of doing their jobs, released her right back 2 the house Saturday morning, and just after I felt my life had hope and I had given praise and thanks 2 All Mighty Goddess Jehovah, she turned around and laughed at me and spit right in my mother fucking face. All night long, a violent thunderstorm raged, and began at 10:00 while I sat at the Hammonton, New Jersey Dunkin Donut store on the White Horse Pike, maybe America runs on it, but I sat there miserable and hopeless and scared like nothing ever B4 in my entire mother fucking cunt lapping life. After the storm started, it raged all night long, and I later learned that it began picking up after the real domestic violence at the home had started at 841 13th Street. U can’t tell me the entire fucking police, local and state, as well as the federal authorities do not know what is happening and what I am being illegally and immorally put through as an innocent pathetic special-ed kid. The landlord is an active FBI agent 4 fucking goddesses sake. Also he never showed up in July, and was supposed 2 in August instead, well, so where RU then Agent Steve freaking Caruso of the mighty FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION? If Dawn’s power house cuz is not protecting her and paying off these authorities, SHE WOULD B IN PRISON, AND I WOULD B FREE 2 ESCAPE THIS FUCKING HOUSE OF FUCKING HORRORS. I was actually happy 4 one hour, but Diana was not through warning me yet. I was on the porch with Ann, and a huge orange lightning bolt landed right in the back yard making a crashing sound louder than anything I can remember. Ann King Silva jumped 200 miles. I thought this was Diana telling me, Mark, your hell is over, this evil bitch is in prison and out of your hair. But an hour later, the phone rang, it seems they never took her 2 the County where if they had, she would have remained there until her Probation Officer John Judy could violate her and make her complete her prison term, buying me the time 2 properly organize moving my personal things that mean everything 2 me or Ida fucking left this hell long ago, and get them safely into storage. Then I could just run 2 another state far away and start over, later trucking my stuff 2 my new place over time. Without me, Dawn cannot survive, I am her total punching bag, slave, and endless driver, me the one who always hated 2 fucking drive and wanted 2B rich as a boy so I could B THE FUCKING ONE WITH THE FUCKING chauffeur, or however the hell U spell the fucking word. The forces can read minds, I know that. They absolutely knew that I had psyched myself up 2 pretend 2 go into work Saturday night and relieve the other security officer, and an hour later, disappear in the fucking night forever. I was having totally other issues then, with HALLS FAWCES!!!!! This is Y when I went home Saturday morning, they disturbed my mental balance, got me 2 relax, and then bang, one hour later, MARK, pick me up, I’m outside the local town jail, SCREAMS DAWN. Well, Angelina and Brad and the gang, U would not have wanted 2B at this party Friday night, all though I have heard that some of the wild private parties of these celebs can B nasty and dangerous as well. I would want no part of them, nor any part of any of these diseased freaking people, never. Just being in this family sucks a dick so hard it makes a diamond look soft, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jack McCoy, there is enough money, believe that, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, no matter what, next Saturday night, I go into work with all of my normal bags, only inside of them will B totally non work related things. No food, no sodas and water bottles, no paperwork, ‘none of that’, as Diana loves 2 say. Instead, my passport, my pills and meds, my current bills, bank checks, bank Visa debit card since Social security still will put my benefit amount in the bank monthly and I can use my card anywhere. When I settle somewhere I will contact all the necessary agencies, DMV, SS, etcetera with a new address. Thanks 2 Prudential and the life insurance and Robert Riches Deal, also my Cap-1 Visa card will B with me. I will cancel the insurance on Chicky’s truck at a local State Farm Insurance office 2 my new area, and start all over. Without me 2 help transport her, Dawn will go back 2 jail and nothing MC or any other friend or cuz does, can prevent this eventuality. The local police should B sued 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, and the entire Atlantic County Criminal Justice System totally sucks and should B drummed the fuck out of business. What good R they when they refuse 2 protect society and innocent people and people like me with even more special needs, from violent predators and career criminals, what fucking good R they at all, that is all I am asking anyone today? I have cried out 4 help 2 many sources from Kessler Hospital 2 Atlanticare, and was ignored and sent right back into my extremely dangerous and abusive life. All these people better worry, as someday, from a safe haven, and 4 losing all my personal property, what little I had that meant the world 2 me, I will B fucking suing all of U 4 more money than U can dare 2 imagine. Take that any way U want, as it is nothing more than a deserved promise. A child can C what this is all about, dating this all back 2 the death of my mother, and my best friend David. Then along came not Webster or song rip offs from 657 or any other thing colored copyrighted blue from ‘83, but Jenny Plageman at the trailer Park, the township inspector, and the entire thing was all a huge monstrous mother fucking plot 2 steal and destroy my life journal that began in when else but Webster’s rip off 1983, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

The irony is that Dawn is a violent vicious criminal who treats an innocent person who has helped her and done so much 4 her that U could not measure it, like total mother fucking scum and trash, and hurts many others as well, yet the authorities seem 2 love her and treat her like a queen. Like all females and really all of her family, they R extremely fantastic looking people physically, hay the MC fans sure know I speak the truth. Yet last night on the way into work, I stop at WAWA as these people no longer feed me nor let me sleep, just run me around day and night and prevent me from taking my needed meds, and then because I did not slow down quite enough 2 make a bunch of power happy cops and firemen in Folsom Township, New Jersey, happy last night that were all out due 2 some kind of fire or accident or whatever on the Black Horse Pike near where my job is located, they flag me down and holler at me and could not B nastier and meaner 2 me if they had all called me a motherfucking jerk-off fagot and had thrown dirt right in my face. All I could do is apologize and once they let me go on, at 3 miles per hour, think 2 myself how totally unjust and ugly and corrupt this messed up country and system is. Dawn is really doing me a favor. I was most likely going 2 live and die right here forever in Hitler, New Jersey, where only if UR an extremely beautiful female is life handed 2U on a silver-Silva platter, and U can do no wrong. If I stay here, she will murder me eventually and bury me out in the fucking blueberry fields, and that will B that. U think this evil nation is just, or cares about the little people, and especially those with special problems and needs, then U better all think again, and if any of U out there have a special ed or special needs kid, he or she unless they R a fashion model twin, R in 4 one hell of a fucking road 2 hoe, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My law suit will B huge someday, and any of U think this is just talk, go right ahead and feel cozy. Believe it, enjoy it. Your hour is fucking coming and it is spelled DOOMSDAY.

NOW 2 get into the real heart of this blog, 1986, the start of this HUNTINGTON HELL EXPANSION, and my casino trips where I made 9200 bucks in my spare time playing roulette. This is no longer a mystery, nor R there any doubts whatsoever in my mind any longer about all of this. My intelligent mathematical mind had worked out ways provided that I was not greedy, and only wanted 2 take perhaps 4 or 5 chips per day 3 or 4 days per week, and realized that if the value of these chips were high such as black or 100 dollar level, I could win big money and live a nice life without ever again dealing with mean rotten bosses and lousy low wage stinking jobs. My ego 4 the first time in all my 30 plus years of life at the time was boosting and I even wrote a song that 4 me was very unusual in its lyrical content, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! When I started making a grand a week and having fun at the same time, the HUNTINGTON CURSE was in danger. This games of the gods from Olympia is very real, it is called SALVATION SUBSTITUTION EARTH GAME, and involves a powerful family and a population around this family. Only MOGOSP could pull off these kind of games. Only MOGOSP could pull off some of the mother fucking shit that happened 2 me just last week, as well as over the past 50 years. Being directly related 2 Jesus Christ’s 2nd younger brother, by his marriage 2 a wife who bore him 7 children, 2 sons and 5 daughter, whose oldest son bore one son and one daughter, and from this line downward, 4 more than 1000 years, this family lineage survived until it was nearly destroyed by another evil powerful queen from England. This was my numerous great granny Mary Stuart, the wonderful Queen of SCOTTLAND. From here, Samuel Huntington was also a direct descendant downward from her, as I am his 7th great grandson, and this Samuel IS, UNCLE SAM, founder along with some of his great brethren in the cause, of the colonies that broke away from England and became later, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. This curse cannot B broken, as it is a powerful chain. I was on my way 2 breaking it with my roulette play and this literally brought the ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE 2 merge with the 177th airborne Milituforce, in Pomona, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy, Physical Plane Hyperspace (PPH), and they persecuted me and tore my life apart until no system could ever work again. No matter what genius method I applied, there was a marked and totally noticeable difference in my roulette play after this hell began around me, from where things were B4 all this began. This is 2 insure that I never ever again can consistently win at playing outside 50-50 bets in the game of casino-roulette. This was changing my life so that I was happy and had money 2 live, and the curse seemed 2B broken, or at least was breaking. THEY WILL NEVER PERMIT THAT, uncle Camera Gottwald, right??????????????????????????

Same Old Same Old (SOSO) as for up here in late 2014, for those back tuning into summer time of 2009 when this was gearing up to go thermo-fucking-nuclear for me, cubed, via NCC-CLOUD, or ''COSMONET'' as I named it in my 1994 copyrighted book, ''THE PERMISSION BARRIER''.

Yes, why wouldn't fucking 2009 be as powerful as 1969, LAKEHOUSE-ELISA????????????????? And the computer hack that broke the old machine back at the FBI AGENT'S home at 841 Thirteenth Street in Blueberryville-Hammonton; hells bells folks; the only shop that wanted to repair it, was down the street from fagot child molester Thomas J. Reale's home on Cornwall Avenue, Lategreat Victoria Gorgeoushair Callio, on Cornwall avenue near the highrise condo building there on the bay of Ventnor, New Jersey, where the ACMUA exists in the times of MORIANTIY and all these blogs, right Mister McGettigan, Mister McGuire, and all you crooked mother fuckers who ruined my entire fucking life?????????

AUGUST 30, 2015,

SUNDAY MORNING, AT 8:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 90%, FEELING LIKE 84.

AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY SIR, YO!!!

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How I remember this shit so dam well, peeps!

My sleep was short, but long enough to contain this wild interaction that was not vivid or clear. I remember it or the parts that I will now tell to you, but things were blurry and difficult to perceive or even interact much in, making me feel real super trapped and helpless. Oh well, that's a relatable feeling of quite often and repeated similar freaking ass circumstances, am I right good folks, or not, you tell me, YO?????????????????? Dad and Dawn-Marie King may need to throw in their little lines here, for effect, ''SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT''.

I was with Mayor Levy of Atlantic City in a parallel universe, and he was still the mayor, and had not yet had his weird woes that led to his removal from office, and his refusal to just show up for work one day after days of vanished and missed days at his City Hall Office, 7 or so years ago whenever this went down. He was giving me another really wild cool roulette system, and along came Mariah, and she kept asking him to tell me the other system, whatever the hell that was all about. They both tried real hard not to laugh and were making those sounds we all make when trying ball bust hard to hold back laughter, perhaps to spare the feelings of someone, who can know. Finally, he said to her, why don't we give him both systems, after-all, you gave him both letters back in '97? She then told him to shut his face and never speak to her like that, and went into her famous Empire State Building-2008 diatribe, of just who owns this non light-bulb hack 'empire', open office ass holes, or really, WHO RULES THIS EMPIRE. She went onto tell me that she never should have taken me into her house at age 2 years, to show me all those special things, it has caused me more harm than good, and I am ow stuck in a world where I am in trouble for so many things that never were my fault. She really reamed out the dude each time he would say another sort of mean couple of sentences to me in this wild ass interaction. I never saw 'MY' stick up for me like this, and it made me feel wonderful. Then it changed to a very horrible interaction. She told me that my blogs are her property, and that I must consult with her before writing anything that could remotely pertain to her and her life, past and present. Otherwise, she will create a huge wave that will wipe all of Florida off the map, and I will be drowned. I told her, I will do my best to make spiritual contact with you to be certain that what I write is OK to post. She gave me that smile that only she can get when just the right thing happens to prompt it; and then said to me after a ten second pause, ''you know Mark, I am Isis, I am Jehovah, I was even Billy that day when he told you all that stuff on July 5, in 2011. She told me that in the future, I create the great SSJKK, that she is a highly advanced android with total human feelings, but is powerful and demanding, and will never ever allow me to escape her and that she is always there watching everything that I ever do, as long with her friends. Then she pulled out what I thought was her cell phone, and she pushed a few buttons on it, and poof, she vanished away. And we all were laughing back in the days when I worked at Water and Walker Streets in southeast Philadelphia, regarding my quick trip to the bottom of the icy wintry Delaware River, to meet my future self, at the World Laboratories, and the two entities sitting in my back seat after we all were back and totally dry as if it never had happened, had the same eyes that billy Crouch has, they shine like brightly lit up jewels. Well, if they ever lose their eyes, we can hang them on the Christmas Tree, and the great Cooley Hall Angel can again, as she did long ago in 1972, sing songs from defected NSA Agents to fish songs to any seasonal song she may wish to do, am I right, lovely Sarah dog-walk Jacobson; girl of great intrigue and quintessential mystery?????????????? Folks, I don't put anything past anything, well, except for one huge thing if I am being totally fucking honest with my dam ass self, folks. That is, that people are close minded and dumb as hell, and none of these words will do anything other than be a waste of my time!!!

NOW WHAT IS THIS POTENTIAL FUCKING BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT, FOLKS????? I have the kind of mind that is slow to learn. Once I do learn however, my mind takes what I learn and figures out dozens of things all around what I just learned, that seem to go over the heads of the vast majority of folks on this planet, even the great minds. This is not a brag, and is merely the way that my mind works. I take no credit for any of it, and many times am thought of as mildly retarded for not being able to pick up on new shit as fast as the average other folks around me. But when all is said and done, there it is staring you in the face, a simple truth. I took my math book home in the first grade at the Richland Avenue School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania, and in one evening, completed the entire year's assignments. Instead of being given special attention and praised in even a small way, I actually found myself in trouble for being a prodigy. So a few months passed, and I had come to learn that I was negatively rewarded for showing that I was smart and had ability to excel academically. So one day when simply rhymes were being taught, I acted like I could not do rhymes. My mom was called in, and eventually, I showed that I could. I found myself in a lot of trouble now it seemed, back in 1962, for being smarter than the others, and then being dumber than the others. It was then that I sort of learned in a 7 year old way, even though the expression had not yet been invented to my knowledge, my mind was going along the lines of a similar thought, to, hay, I can't win for losing. I am damned if I do and damned if I don't. I am just going to go through school and life and all of it, never being able to please people, and always being fucking cunt picked on and PERSECUTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was right 100%.

Well, in 1988, my Epitome of Harassment cassette tapes, were COPYRIGHTED, and lots of fucking shit got all explained, and totally hush-hushed, by very powerful SCOTT RANSOM people!!!!!!!!!!!!

One of these things were my inventions that David Charles Roth was discussing on these tapes, that the great UNITED STATES © Office has a record of permanently to this day and second; and lots of wild details were discussed. The actual words KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL were never used. What was used was ITS FUCKING TOTAL TWIN, MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, or 'Magnesonic' for short. Dave was talking and saying, quote, “That exact sound would be right there, in your living room'', well, this is a far cry from ''digital recordings''. But this is only one application of this invention from the days of SUNRAM, and not SUNJAMMER-NASA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, all of any letters, POTENTIAL was and still is their worry, the WOMO-MILITUFORCE'S WORRY that is, of me, and what this system can do. We have nuke medicine and great things that atom splitting has led to, but it also can blow up real nasty ass bad, and kill off humanity. Magnesonic has good and evil too, Goddess and atom, and Sarah, Mark, and Albert are more than just three who know the diction involved, as GIRL, I DID TELL A LOT, did I not, lovely strobelight, oh love of my life, SSJKK?

Again Mister Jimmy Rockford, not only CAN WE, but WE WILL be getting back to all of this and so much fucking more. I hate every evil fucking bastard who has hurt me for 50 years since I have been nine cunt lapping years old, and every one of you \WILL PAY A PRICE, eventually, for what you all have mother fucking done to me, that's a TAHREN-TEE-TOTAL-PROMISE, Mister Gandhi!!!!!!

THINGS ARE VERY VERY VERY FUCKING BAD, MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL 1984 INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER OF 2013, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE BOTBAR CHART:

DECEMBER 01-----00

DECEMBER 02-----00

DECEMBER 03-----33

DECEMBER 04-----25

DECEMBER 05-----20

DECEMBER 06-----17

DECEMBER 07-----??

DECEMBER 08-----??

DECEMBER 09-----??

DECEMBER 10-----??

DECEMBER 11-----??

DECEMBER 12-----??

But now, on 30 august of 2015, there is no ?? This is because up here in the future, relative to those times, I already know the numbers. Now Doctor Sagan and 99^th Congress of the United States, take that, and ''Up it one dimension'', and then my life story just may begin; great people, YO!!!!

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!

THE REASON I AM STUCK IN AN INFINITE TIME WARP OR LOOP OR RAW, IS BECAUSE THE MOTHER FUCKING M2F WON'T LET ME OUT AND LIVE A NORMAL LIFE EVER AGAIN. IT IS NOT, OH GREAT MOTHER FUCKIGN MEDIA; A HELL OF MY MAKING, OR OF MY CHOOSING, JUST IN CASE YOU'RE STILL AT ALL INTERESTED, OR COULD MOTHER FUCKING CARE EVEN IN THE LEAST LITTLE BIT,YO YO YO YO!!!! You are not the only on e noticing that nothing ever fucking changes for me. Hey, I am not the one doing this, they are, you stupid fucking morons!!!!!!!!!!

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!

It has been a while since I discussed anything major about the Exploratronic Supermind Society, or given the Fascitar 6-10 instructions, and really told anything new to this blog. And this is not going to be the day either, but it is coming soon, so desert me great folks, at your own pleasure, and risk, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will never forget, and this much I will say, today; great peeps YO; the great Pearl Harbor Day in 1996, (12-07-1996). This was the day I threw some I-CHING wands, around just past midnight somewhere, and when I fell into th etrance after getting the Deliverance Hexagram, I went into the wildest place I ever saw. It was a version of the great city of David, AKA Sahasra Dal Kanwal/Heaven, and yes, there are other names and labels for this as well. The Almighty Teen-Queen-Goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle said to me, “Hey boy, let's play a game called, 'Guess The Name Of The Guests'. We did. It was on what here in this waking reality would be outside of Robert McGuire's Tennessee Avenue bar, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I told the entire thing on many older blogs, but what I never told was exactly what happened when I went into another intentionally induced trance while all alone at work early on a Sunday morning, at th ecifaloglio place, some time in late 2006 or early into 2007. I wanted to get the exact lyrics to the song this goddess had sung to me back in 1980, in the first week in June, when I had lived about one month at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, in New Jersey. I told how I thought this had been accomplished, and I did indeed sing it on my music project with a karaoke machine, also at work during my lunch break, hence the reason for the title to the project, 'Karaoke Lunch-break at the Sorian-18 Guardhouse'. The great © Office, in their infinite wisdom, removed the digit of18, and we all know shy, right all New Jersey secretive governors and hackers all over the world??????? What has not been told yet, an dwill be delved into with major elucidated freaking ass scrtiny shortly as the autumn replaces the summer, up here in the 'future', is that SSJKK told me that she did not give me the klyrics, and in fact, another entity did, so as to create all of th eway that time unfolded after that, between my daughter and me. To this day, according to the Almighty, she has not released into my consciousness, those exact 1980 song lyrics, to her song, Love is for Carpenters, or just (LOIS FOCA) for short. She told me that this was a major incident that was planned for centuries and carried out by none other of course, than the ESS (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY)!!!!!!!!!!

Now when I get into all of the story later on, the fiorst question will be of course, why didn't you tell this story earlier, especially in lieu of the fact that you thought you were going to die very shortly, and also, why didn't you tell about Patty's coworker, Steve Chanter? Well, I was planning on dying without telling. What, I am going to reveal all my secrets to a bunch of very unappreciative slobs?????????

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Words from parallel universes:

PRISH-----someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he's a real prish.

SUTANGGER-----a very harsh name that kids say to each other a lot, the quintessential way of disrespecting another peer. This is used a lot in the parallel universe where my younger daughter PEE was attending college, and she was so totally fascinated, along with that sutangger boyfriend of hers; with the subject of WWll Komocossi pilots who crashed their planes onto the American Navel Transport Ships (aircraft-carriers).

Hey, it may not be 1967 any longer, BUTTTTTTTT;

I HIT THE RED ''LOUISE HENDERSHODT'' 'X', AND TRIED AGAIN; AS I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PASSWORD IS, UNLESS THEY MEAN TO MY ENTIRE COMPUTER; AND I DON'T TRUST ANYONE WITH THAT, LH. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

WARNING---TIME SCATTER---

I finally was rid of her. As she left, she still wanted her pay that we agreed on, and called me a liar, as she was supposed to get that money Friday the 27^th of September, oh wait a minute, now I am remembering shit all better. She was supposed to get it when my disability money on October 3, came in.

BUT NOW

IT IS DAYTIME

AND MAJOR

HACK-TIME

OH WONDERFUL PAL

OF MINE, BOB

MCDOWELL OF THE

FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS

COMMISSION.

I AM IN NEED

OF MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR

ASSISTANCE AND PROTECTION; POLICE,

LOCAL AND STATE, AND AG,

PAM BONDI, AND ANYONE ELSE

WHO IS ABLE TO HELP ME

AGAINST THESE RUTHLESS AND TOTALLY VICIOUS MURDERING SCUMBAG DEMONS IN THE FLESH

THIS IS AN EXCITED AND DYING

UTTERANCE, LEGALLY SIGNED, MARK WAYNE MOHR, I SWEAR BY ALL THINGS THAT ANYONE COULD EVER SWEAR BY, THAT THIS IS ALL REAL AND TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME, GREAT UNITED STATES 1988 AND 1989 COPYRIGHT OFFICE EXAMINERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Save me Jesus, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Robin Hill Apartments - Voorhees, New Jersey 08043

GOOD OLD ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, MR. SMITH!!!!

HELP ME LIGHTNING, MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY BABY BLOND. PWEEEEEEEEEEZE ENDLESS LOVER GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My nasty attack on my poor old body and health today was at precisely where that graph for the DOW JONES stock market shown above, had that lowest dip of their trading session, just shy of the half past three time. This program is trying to crash, Bob FCC McDowell, FBI, ACLU, all authority out here, and this is a fuckiGN cunt blatant violation of my god dam fuckiGN civil rights as a born American citizen, First Amendment to the United States Constitution, freedom of my protected fuckiGN cunt eating speech, YO BRO, and somebody's getting fuckiGN sued and going to prison, WORLD COURT AT THE DAM HAGUE, BRAHH!!

NOTHING EVER EVER EVER CHANGES, NOT IN A MILLION FUCKING YEARS, MISTER ROBERT CHEATLEY PATTERSON, AND PAL ELVIS. DON'T SHOOT ME GOVERNOR CC, IT AIN'T WORTH IT. I ANIN'T FUCKING WORTH IT, BUDDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

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