The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 079, HIFISAF

HIFISAF, CHAPTER 079

This morning had some annoying doors, but not as bad as yesterday. Am I the only one who notices that this planet is not what it was, a very short time ago; and all this internet and social media, if you really think about it honestly; and I know I have one fan here, Judge Judy, who thinks my way; but really, it is the cause of this alteration, bent towards only the worsening of all things. Media that now is labeled 'social', with everyone posting things 24-7, 1440 minutes a day round the clock; is creating a ridiculous sensationalism, and short term fads, and stuff that is so beyond absurdly nonsensical; that no words I could hope to print here, would adequately describe things? Am I really the only one that sees what is going on, and recognizes that we are all running rapidly out of time? Think about it. If things proceed along the lines of just the first fifteen years of this century, or even half as severe and quick; we don't even have until 2030 until we all alive now, literally won't hardly recognize life here in this world. To anyone not totally current or over age 22 or so; it will be as if they woke up on a strange far away freaking planet, and have no hope of ever returning home.

Before Columbine High and the shooting incident, we did not live in a world of this becoming an every day or near every day event, you know, the new normal. Let me examine this new normal in a very quick way that I promise you, will not be boring, as I can make this point without writing a college essay of lengthy words all strung together. Guns of course are the biggest way I can prove how things have spiraled totally out of control, and that even though those supposedly in charge of the rest of us who are not; who pretty much recognize and realize the problems behind it all, such as the general public being ripped off and cheated by those ruling over them, (they prefer me to say governing), they refuse to alter reality. They will not really other than talk about it, raise minimum wage to a living wage, between 10-15 dollars per hour. They insist on billionaire trickle down economy when they totally know it won't work forever, whether a revolution ever comes in the end or not. They already saw a meltdown in th elate first decade of this century with banks and Wall Street, and the Berny Maydoff shit, and so much more, yet on shit goes, the status quo, it never ever changes, and people will respond to these things, with gun violence, and many other horrible things. It is just a foregone conclusion, it is mere pure logic. You won't be able to always draw a perfect line that proves these words out, things in this life rarely show up that perfect or accurately. You learn to see through the mirages, and the illusions, and the bullshit, if you ever decide to sit back and ponder about shit. But those who ''govern'' us all, know all this already, and totally refuse to ever make any real changes, so things can only get worse, and within 10-20 years, we will be not only a third-world nation, but the entire world is going to be a very sorry place. I am just glad that the gods placed my current-me birth at a point in all of this where I won't have to live to see any of this shit.

Now think about this for a dam second, kind people: This is the general story. How about when you have to be one of the special people that not only live through the general nightmare all around them, but on top of that, they also have their own special problems, given them by those oppressing forces just mentioned. Now I am not implying for a second that authority is bad, because it is needed to keep the peace for all of us. I have great respect for the concept and idea of the entire American system. But this can get dangerous real fast when all of it begins to spiral out of control. Right now I can see it as clearly as I can see my ten fingers typing in front of my eyes. This new media system of what has been named, SOCIAL, was planned as was the entire interconnected networking of personal computers (internet), decades ago, and I can prove it. I wish I could get real specific about conversations that I had with extremely interesting people, but because fame and power is involved, I wouldn't dare begin to really elaborate on some of this, but boy of boy would I love to, folks. Let me nutshell this for you. The free press is a cool idea, and if it was not such an intricate topic, I would type out a blog that would probably cause me to either be murdered today, or wish that I had been, either or. Many countries are government-press owned, and if you step out of line, you could be jailed or tortured or killed, or RAW. But here, we have something more wild than any of this. We have a new age god, the FREE PRESS. But if you think that this does not become its own mind shaping little or not so little intellectual mafia of a sort; then you are kidding and deluding yourselves hyper huge time, kind folks. You are clueless to a billion words that I could string together that would prove so many monstrous things, you would most likely never be able to sleep without lots of night lights on for the rest of your lives. What hurts me and my blog is that I cannot ever cross lines altogether and really get totally specific about many things that have led me to the life I live, or the sub-vampiric death I die, whichever way you wish to see this truth. Here comes Morty Mortino the death angel over on my right side, at 11:256 this Thursday morning. This prick does not come around if things are good. He is scanning positions of potential cross-over people; to quote the great Jenny L. Hewett.

SEPTEMBER 10, 2015---HAPPY BD DAD-96.

THURSDAY MORNING AT 11:28,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,88 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 99 DEGREES.

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY IS 92 DEGREES.

WIND IS WSW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-88/L-75).

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK. The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result, things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe????

PATTY-PAULA KING; YOU ARE ONE KNOCK OUT GORGEOUS CHICK. BUT YOUR SOUL IS MADE OF SNAKES, FIRE, STONE, AND DOG-DUNG!

HOLY MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATHERS!!!!!

Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis; you are totally beyond white hot!!!

BUTTTTT, that is not the issue for this blog, kind folks. What is the issue, is 1980, moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing those four demo songs, The Morning Light, lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues; on April 30^th and May 1^st of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing my shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL Sound Studio Labs, at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!

Why I brought up Steve from 1974 is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk offs out in this world think they have so much all figured out and don't know fucking beer from a can of stale fucking beans. Even why I talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. Even down to who it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring this data to me, cosmically speaking, is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir! We'll leave things right there since he is busy at the moment finding his pathway to catapult himself into becoming the most powerful man on Earth. WEEEEEEEE! Hey, in much of localized surrounding parallel parts of the hyperspace, we all know there are two of them, one 'R' and one 'D' that get in, one over here, one over there, and so forth. Towel seepage and hyperspace equation is way too complicated to even think of tackling enough right now, so as to be able to properly or accurately use, for making any 100% predictions beyond those great two peeps. And personally, I couldn't care less, Oranthal Medical Center J.S. Of 1970!

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Dave Roth told me that he learned that peeps can be forced to agree to do things in exchange for lessening their prison sentences, and normally this means stuff like rat out their accomplices or things along that line, but in cases you never will hear about on law shows or the news, they actually are told to annoy and harass people on a list of their HATED, and I am on this list. Scott Ransom told me that, back in mother fucking 1988 in a bugged up automobile; and maybe I broke the law to ascertain this information; but if no other way exists other than to wear a Lenny-Wire, then as Lenny says, “Now we'll do it my way”, forget fucking Frankie. It took me all this time to realize how to put things into a proper time context. Dave had been over at some of his buddies homes, watching the show that I was later to discover and fall in love with, myself; Law & Order. The World Owner pricks have known of me and followed my life since I was a baby on fucking formula. Now my daughter reminds me that indeed there is a formula, and not the math one that we all know about. But all this can wait. Later on we will get into this huge shit, as well as huge other shit that will blow off the socks of any math enthusiast, as I demonstrate major GAWNUM answers over the past weeks, months, and even years, while all this fucking crap has been on going with me since the pipe maintenance man games expert, and then going off line shortly thereafter for a quite magical amount of days, good old biblical 70. Yes SHE was so right about my needing to talk about the seventies more, remember that blog folks?

AT LEAST THE WILD VIVID NIGHTMARES OR MAJOR HEAVIER THAN NORMAL THREE DAY EXPLORATRONIC SHIT STOPPED A WHILE BACK, I HAD TO ENDURE THREE NIGHTS STRAIGHT OF ALMOST A 1970 THAT FAMILY VENTNOR, NEW JERSEY HELL, ALL OVER AGAIN, ONLY IT WAS NOT IN A SERIAL DREAMING THE WAY THAT WAS BACK IN FUCKING TIME, LIVING ALL ALONE AT AGE 15, ILLEGALLY ACTUALLY; OVER AT CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S HOME THAT HE SOLD AROUND A QUARTER CENTURY LATER GIVE OR TAKE, TO SARAH CALLIO MARTINO MCGETTIGANS ENRON WATER COMPANY OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, OR THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. HOLY SWEATING SKUNK WEEDS OF THE FONDA FOREST OF TOTAL SLEAZE; IS ANY OF THIS EVEN A CHANCE IN A TOTAL FUCKING MILLION, JUST SOME WILD AND WEIRD COINCIDENCE, MISTER YOGI BERRA, AND FINEST DETECTIVES OF NEW YORK CITY, AMERICA'S FINEST, AS I NOW ASK YOU THIS IN TRUTH, ON YOUR HONOR AS SWORN TO PROTECT AND SERVE OFFICERS OF THE LAW OF THIS LAND??????? You see people, I believe that anyone willing to do that job; deserves our respect. If you disagree with something, you can always have a day in court; and these fine police persons will be the first to tell you and me this. There was absolutely no excuse for that horrible lady who is actually two years older than I am; acting that way the other day, when she was stopped for speeding; and saying that horrible crap to an officer, who was just doing his job, protecting our children from reckless non-caring drivers. Holy Moley, what is the world coming to, kind people????????????

This was before my meds were cut off, PB-AG of Florida-USA. You look so beautiful on TV, lovely blond!!!!!!!!!!! Read on, ma'am!

I am way to sick and hot, and fucked up to blog by the heat of day any more, so maybe I will come back and talk about the great invention of 1980 and how it wiped me out, or led to my fucking 400 foot wave wipe out, JEEEEEEEZ FONTY & TWINBAY! Oh the gods, something super huge is right around the corner, I know it because I already saw it go down all over hyperspace!!!!!!!! Shutting up is not always a cure-all for mitigating my great woes, oh world!!!!

WHERE HAS 1967 DISSAPPEARED TO, LESTER KAITER???? This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING X DAY FOR ME, Louise Hendershodt.