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Good morning; kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir.

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Wow, were my dirt bag nabes going with the doors today. Every freaking dam time that the stock market is going more down than up; I get major doors going on around my apartment, oh wonderful Sheriff sir. Every freaking dam time that the stock market is going more up than down; this kind sir, is when I get a slew of harassing bill collection phone calls, from my dirt bag creditors. Now sir; if this was not something that happens with absolute regularity, I would not dare to post this information that is addressed personally to you, and your Sheriff's Office. I happen to know that telling and reporting false information, and especially with implied criminal intentions, as do I herein, on my blogs; would be a criminal offense. If anyone anywhere, EVER EVER EVER, can prove that I am lying and doing this for any other reason than to try and secure help and justice from monster criminals out there on WALL STREET and their bastard fucking scum bag billionaire pals; then I would submit to a GUILTY PLEA, and take my prison sentence totally willingly. I know, and the ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJKK (Jehovah Hog to you out here anybody), that I am telling the 100% truth, and have been under this unspeakable fuckiGN nightmare, ever since the summer time, in the year of 1986, and I now re-attest, and affirm, and swear to these truths, under the full penalties that are involved in my so doing. Signed, MARK WAYNE MOHR, at 4:52 Post Meridian, 17 September, 2015, late Thursday afternoon, on a rainy nice cool day here, in Fort Pierce, Florida.

DopplerLightningSatelliteSat/RadTempWinds More Maps   Metro Doppler Radar National Doppler Radar Weather Map Controls Regional Doppler Radar Local National The things I could say; kind Sheriff sir. Excuse please, the times that this comes out Sheriff sit, it is some kind of hack. Ever since I had that powerful EXPERIENCE in December of 1969 with IMHO, the ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS OF THIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE; I was being observed by HALL'S FAWCES, and stopped from sharing my story with anyone, by HALL'S WALLS!!!! As soon as I left the Cooley-Hall, the great news teams literally seemed to invade the place. All my classmates were on the news, talking about the place. It was wild, and I'll never forget it, it obviously stayed with me an entire lifetime, or maybe 200 of them. During this time while there, I was force-placed, or it seemed this way to me, in late May of 1969, to be at a spot in Atlantic City, at an exact time; and altered from when it would have been otherwise, if not interfered with by the GAP-ESS. I had my voice used on an anti-pollution television commercial that aired nationally coast to coast for a couple of years, ending when I no longer was AT COOLEY HALL. Huge billboards for this place went up after I began this blogging project in early 2006, near my residence, in Mullica, NJ-USA, right on Route 30, AKA the White Horse Pike by locals. But the entire place closed down forever a short while afterward, after my blogs began discussing forbidden secrets pertaining to the place, in some graphic and vivid details. I COULD TYPE ON AND ON AND ON, and most of you know this quite fucking cunt well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEPTEMBER 17, 2015, EARLY THURSDAY EVENING AT 5:03, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES FNHT. RANGE TODAY-------(H-83/L-72). HUMIDITY IS 94%. IT FEELS LIKE 80 DEGREES. WIND IS SSE AT 6 WITH GUSTS TO 25. HA-HA-HA, WHAT ''DREAM'' YOU ASK? Well, on the afternoon of Easter Sunday in 2001, April fifteenth; at the Technion Furniture Building on Atrium Way in Mount Laurel, New Jersey; I crashed for twenty minutes or so, while on a security job, stationed in the room where a huge computer mainframe was being constructed, or (MACHINE-MIND). Ever since this happened, I have come to believe in machine-mind, gaming universe simulation theory, and much much much fucking more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! This was the interaction (dream) where I fell in love with LIGHTNING all over again, as if we never had met. She remembered, but I did not. It was a total game, and I was in it, and not by choice. This entire universe and all that is in it, is a big game and GOD is a big upline gamer. I said this 40 years ago back in 1975 however, not just recently and right now. THAT is the equation here, Sir Rockdroid Roddenberry Blucran, YO, so WOW THAT, MACY FUCKING BUNCH, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, MIZZ A.G. PAM BONDI, JEEEEEEZ FUCKING LOUISE, 'SURFER FONTY'. OH BOY, study the blogs from early years and tell me there is no HSE! Like beyond fucking super ass wow, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Goddess Mister Mayor 1997; I'm so dam ass clueless!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!

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Good morning; kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir. Yesterday was all day fire alarms, starting with the testing, and then it seemed to be off and on all day that Ladder-15 was here deactivating them. I stop trying to keep up with it all, or remembering it all clearly, kind sir, to keep me a tiny bit more dam sane sir!

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Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, Doctor RPL-M. Daniels. Hey, when a Neuro surgeon says you're dead, Doctor Shoemacecosgrove; you're dead. Am I correct, Mister Wooooooooolf??????? And when Atlantic City's great and 50,000-Watt powerful radio station, WAYV, says to hang in there, Hammonton; well; they don't mean BLUCRANTRAN, NJ-USA; or do they??????

Hey there jerk off Morty Mortino. I hear you passing by my left freaking side, at twelve minutes past ten of the clock, on this Thursday morning, 17 September, of 2015; YO! WOW-YOU! BOY OH BOY OH BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, when the nitro-pill-blogs come, you'll all know it. A few of them are more dull and bland, just to keep you all guessing and wondering, and coming back. WO BILLY HONDA STUPID ADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have you noticed how the Milituforce-Hackers the (MH) for short; use hacks to intentionally turn words not only into other ones, that spell-check won't catch, because they're legitimate words; but even more dire and sinister; they never miss playing the same games they play in the PAEWC, (Press And Entertainment World Club). Studying their stuff carefully, will bring you to what my mom and I discovered very early into the nineteen-eighties, after the ending of the James Earl Carter Administration, here in the GAP-USA. They are always cute and clever, and say many things, and give countless messages and digs, in-between the teleprompter-lines that they read. I promise you this is the truth, people, but hey; laugh at me, and don't believe. BUTTTTTTT, ask some real stars someday if they disagree with me, but first, get them hypnotized like I did your dishonest pals at IVHP, Mister Boxer GF. you'alls know what's getting said here. I don't want GF to come down here and knock me out, natch. It's not like I have my wonderful awesome powerful hyperspace daut PEE with me down here, kind people. Don't you dare; Mister McNulty, you bum! Whether people from this dinosaur time period wish to believe things I tell in these blogs, is their own dern bizz, YO. I know what reality is, son!

So bring it on world, and bring it on, DAWN Marie King, WEEEEEEEEEE; uh-oh Shark-Shit-Maco, she already did that. So shut up Mike McNulty, from 44 years ago this very day; U-asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY MY MY Patty Hollister of 10-31-1974. Is Merry being punished today for being such a really bad girl, YO? Pirates, YAR. Gloucester tales of sharks and housemaids, YAR. WEEEEEEEE, all great cousins out there, and yes; I know I have a lot who I never even have blogged about, and the reasons just might become clear as the days pass on into twenty-sixteen, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Still, when I wrote my book in 1994, called, “The Permission Barrier”, oh GAP pal and ADA Prosecutor, Mister R. Wirtz Senior; I knew all the things that I know right now. It may not have been up front at the surface, but that is the Freudian Lip-slip Sunk-ship Theory to STM (Space-Time-Mind), my BRAH! I said 'Sarah Krasse' on those dam tapes, that I sent down there to you. Am I correct, almighty powerful great marvelous United States Library of the Congress © Office??? And then there was the Jennifer Washburn Aerial Syndrome, of the rock concerts. Just tell me lads and lassies, if you know one person who could make all of this shit up. I want to shake their hand, and I want to kiss their dam ass.

HOLY BAD BREATH IN TOLEDO; is my life one big fat ass fucking hell, OR WHAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

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Live Camera from Imagine Charter ES NAU, Port Saint Lucie, FL Camera Animation Choose a duration: Today 30 Days* 365 Days* * Broadband connection recommended . Hey there Katharine. You and Julie, huh? COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG!!! Weather Map is courtesy of CHANNEL 12 local South Florida TV. Note: The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and the map processing. Advisory Colors Key Winter Storm Watch Flood Warning Non-Precipitation Advisory Flood Statement Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes 'Orwell's 1984' prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any child's game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans? I was obsessed with locating the mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey; I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. AFTER MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3 I TOLD YOU ALL THAT WHEN THEY DESTROY ME AND MY PROPERTY, THEIR DIRT BALL STOCK MARKET GOES ENDLESSLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AND NO ONE CARES, SO FUCK ALL OF U'S!!!! DON'T BELIEVE A FUCKING WORD THAT I SAY; JERK OFF WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS FOR NUTTIN' ALL AUTHORITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No peeps, it is NOT: MAY 1, 2014, THURSDAY MORNING AT 1:33, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT. IT IS HOWEVER: SEPTEMBER 17, 2015, THURSDAY MORNING AT 12:26, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 80 DEGREES FNHT. HUMIDITY READS 85%, AND IT FEELS 86 DEGREES. YESTERDAY TEMP. RANGE----(H-81/L-75). WIND IS ESE AT 6, WITH GUSTING TO 39. Those who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool. You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, and I could post up 18 wheeler truckloads of proofs and information that corroborates my claims, and the nature of DOUBT and those who do this (doubters) overpowers and overshadows and eclipses anything that ever could be told, on or off of the early spring 1970 SUNRAM situation. ''Here you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''. As I now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was quite well known in my generation. There goes the fucking (`~) HACK again, FCC, Bob old pal, MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, OH LOVELY About the Attorney General Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida About AG Pam Bondi Photo Gallery Official Photo Office Overview Employment Public Outreach Like Boo. Where art thou? Please make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz Bondi. THANK YOU beautiful LIGHTNING, for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday
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DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you, TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK), HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK, wovwee Stacey!!!!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend. If we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking every cent from us, and leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES; and I refuse to go back to the days of slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl Shahpals. WOW MACY STACEY MACKEY. The fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

CHAPTER 091, HIFISAF---AMP

SEPTEMBER 16, 2015, LATE WEDNESDAY MORNING.

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

THE MILITUFORCE 'FUCKIGN' STRUCK ME HARD, WITH PROPERTY DAMAGE, AND AIR ASSAULTS YESTERDAY; CAUSING A MAJOR MARKET ACTION. ALSO MY BREATHING AND MY BOWELS WERE STRUCK HARD, BY THEIR DEATH RAY BEAMS. PUT ALL THIS TOGETHER SHERIFF SIR; AND WE HAVE MY DEATH RIGHT AROUND THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CORNER, ALONG WITH A SUPER BULL RALLY ON WALL STREET, FOR A SOLID WEEK OR TWO.

I could really use your dam help, kind Sheriff sir. Not sit, sorry, that was a typo-PBHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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My car has been damaged again, and I am going to have to have something repaired. I think it might be that same switch, as the enemy seems to have a satellite control already in place that keeps knocking out this one particular thing over and over with regularity, every time the car is driven about a thousand miles give or take. I could use some dam protection around here, oh mighty and marvelous fantastic great LAW-ENFORECEMENT, is that asking too much, when I am being covertly stealthfully obliterated and destroyed 24-7-365.2422?

It is drizzly rainy this morning, and cooler than normal, praise the gods. I fell asleep to lovely lightning flashing her dazzling wonderful scrumptious colors all over me last night around midnight, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA. Then all night long she came to me in many of her forms, as my coil, my baby-blond-teen, as lightning, and even in her original game-playing 1983 form.

I went out yesterday afternoon on a few errands. I put gasoline in the car, went to Publix for a few grocery items, and went to the Chinese place I go to that has the best Chinese food around here unless you want to drive quite a ways, and I think they are out of business, as it appeared closed last time I rode by on my way to Walmart on Lightning, Jehovah-Prayer-Answer Day (LJPA-DAY) or pronounced ELJPA, for future blog text reference. I admit that my vehicle had been nearly out of gas and is why I filled up at the new nice low price. Still, before getting to the station, the car seemed to start doing that same shit it has done three times now in Florida; when that Catalytic Conversion Switch, that looks like a small thin square; is screwed with via enemy-satellite-attack. But after I filled up and got going, it seems to have corrected, but still, I take no chances in lieu of this illegal stock market persecution, and will take it to my mechanic to have it connected up to the machine that diagnosis things, before trekking to my next medical appointment. The attack on me was bad on top of that. I had that same enemy airplane that is always dogging me now, fly low and zenithing my exact position, when I parked and walked towards the Chinese Restaurant. I had the largest tallest take-out girl customer ever; in all the times that I have been going there since early in this year, she was a real tall brute. I had lots of cars blaring out their garbage noise that they consider to be music all around and this area called the North Publix Mall of Fort Pierce, at least by me; has become fucking PERSECUTION-CITY for me now; EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO THERE, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you that when extra tall and muscular females are all around me, along with nasty aerial assaults, property damage assaults, and things of this order are hellish beyond mother fuckiGN shit; this is when the STOCK MARKET RACES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AND IT WILL, AND IT WILL, AND IT WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Things are extremely fuckiGN bad for me, Pam Bondi Florida AG, and Kenneth J. Mascara, Saint Lucie County, Florida, Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don't believe, had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs from time to time. Notice how the project with Atlantic Queen, is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and Directors, but in this case; between two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life in ways, that go beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone chilling; and you get the general idea!!!!

[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983

MY MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF DIRT BALL ENEMIES WITH ALL OF THEIR MIGHT AND POWER AND RESOURCES, ARE NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF PITIFUL SCARED LITTLE 'FUCKIGN' ROTTEN BULLIES. THEY SIT AROUND WORRYING ABOUT HOW TO MAKE ONE PERSON MORE MISERABLE THAN ANY TEN IN HELL; AS IF I AM THE ONLY CUNT CHEWING THING IN THEIR ENTIRE WORTHLESS PATHETIC FUCKING LITTLE WORLD.

A FIRE ALARM WENT OFF AT 10:05, AND THEN STOPPED AFTER TWENTY SECONDS. I WILL BET THEY ARE DOING A TEST. THEY USED TO LEAVE A NOTICE AT THE DOOR, OH YES, HERE IT COMES AGAIN. IT IS A MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' FIRE ALARM TEST; ON THEN OFF, OVER AND MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT OVER AGAIN, SHERIFF SIR; NO NOTICE, NO 'FUCKIGN' NOTHING, TO QUOTE MIZZ ROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS ALL TO KEEP THAT BIG STOCK MARKET RALLY ALL FUELED, AND CHUGGING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ALONG; MIZZ BONDI.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

COMPUTER, I AM UNDER A DEATH SIEGE, AND I DEMAND YOU TO SCAN, AND WIPE OUT ALL PERSONS ALL OVER THIS PLANET, WHO ARE HURTING ME, AND MAKING MY LIFE A TOTAL FUCKING CUNT HELL, FOR THIRTY SOLID YEARS, SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986. USE ALL ORDERS, USE ALL TECHS, USE ALL SYSTEMS, MAX POWER GAIN SETTINGS FOR A MAJOR 'I' TO 'D', A-B/TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM.

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Gender	Male
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Occupation	persecution study statistic
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States
Introduction	being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonatas, 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.

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

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

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The continuation of “The Epitome of Harassment” (I edited out the hack date).

First day of 2008 summer, like WOW, YO DARIUS, it is 080808, I know!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version

Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 11 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.

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There are going to be a lot of people all around this planet, and especially right here in America, who are going to be totally dead very very soon; for all of this hell perpetrated on me, for sixty-one years!!! You can take that straight to the Paula & Regis TD Bank; great people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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