Wednesday, December 26, 2007
DATFILE XXVI TEOHIV / TMCAM / CB #13
The Epitome of Harassment Internet Version, CB
#13
DATFILE XXVI
Wednesday, 12/26/07--------Beginning Transmission:
DATFILE XXVI
Wednesday, 12/26/07--------Beginning Transmission:
2007 has been the most awful year in my miserable life. That is , until 2008, 2009, 2010, and you get the idea, up here in 2015, and if this was 2016 or 2017, same old same old same old same old, folks, right?
So
beat
those great Macy drums,
Westchester State College, of either Pennsylvania or New York; as
this is unknown, even to the all
seeing Mountainpen,
shoelaces, Pacific Avenues of Atlantic City, and all Mike McNulty's
of the world, not
withstanding.
Oh and yes, it is time MMCN, YO, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
and SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!
Cut me a big ass break, willya Margie 1985 Leo??????????
Thank
you for translating the
great flower song;
Joe Flash Berrios.
But
why after that did you damage my automobile,
and secretly bug me and record what I said; as Nate the Resident
Manager told me he saw you do, in late 1989, or early ninety
thereabout? What gives here, 'my bratha'????
Yeah, I'll say brother any way I want to. My father's great great
grandparents were from Johannesburg and Lisbon; so I cannot help it
if I am the whitest looking N in the world; Lenny jit bag McKinnon,
old pal; from all planes!
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without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say
with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
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Blogger web-site asks Blogger
Mountainpen in January of 2006:
You forgot your mom's
birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
Mountainpen replies:
An angry mother.
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Dates
reflected on the graph above:
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE IN SHADE RATIO:
My
travelers are busy whittle bees!
Early
this evening, I began to experience some very annoying doors with my
asshole nabes from HELL!!!!!!! SATAN is behind all of my life's hell,
because simply put, not even the multi-billion-wealthies out there
could pull all of this off without a source behind them that is
nudging them on, and I know it. They are not, and no one is, that
great and perfect. I mention the news on my recent other blog and not
being able to see any because of absurd full network coverage of only
football during evening news time, and POW, they wait until I am
watching the news on the following mother fucking day, and kaboom
bing bang pow; nasty doors start banging away!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have
contended with this all of my cunt lapping fucking life, and not even
the billionaires could, or WOULD have any desire, to pull all of this
off wit me, day in and day fuckiGN cunt out, for 61 solid bastard
prick licking years, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Also,
a blog with one follower and virtually gets no hits, would in no
logical arena in mortal life, have a showing of global change in the
readers, as does this blog. To say it is illogical, Mister Star Trek
Spock, would be about the hugest understatement of the
millennia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks;
I am very fucking tired of living a life, beneath the level of a
mother fucking dirty rotten dog!!!!
I
mean no disrespect or dishonor to dogs, but still, I'm just fucking
sayin' YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
DARKENING SUNDAY NIGHT AT 7:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS NNE AT 6, WITH GUSTS TO 20.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-86/L-73).
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!!
Thanks
for assaulting me with ones, Jane Fuckbitch Shitweedsdisease, YO. Now
I must compensate with my fives, great
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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 30th
and May 1st
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 left things right there,
if you remember, and now it is later on, so we will pick up on shit,
folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe a lot of you have figured out
some wild shit about me, my mom, her shipping company, the music
industry, the family, all of it, or think you have. Just like I know
some have it all worked out about me either being totally whack,
retaliatory, or doing my legitimate best to get all the answers that
are being kept from me because we all know that the great wonderful
awesome congressman is not the only one who worries about me telling
powerful shit about powerful peeps, especially my own god dam family.
I am on deaths door and will not last the year, so why would I want
to make up all this fuckiGN shit? Think about that one seriously
people, before you come to that fucked up judgment, please. Then try
this one. Study the way people with mental illness speak over long
periods of text such as my blogs. None of them make sense for too
long. I will give you an example. This example will be in yellow
font. Here
I am people, Joe Ho, and it is a hot sticky evening in Florida. The
day was pretty much without incident until my nabes from hell struck
me with banging doors, while I was attempting to watch the news on
television. Later things calmed down and I decided to blog. Oh those
wild hamburgers and fries, they really can make the room go dizzy and
purple, along with the day sweats and the freight trains. Folks,
this is what happens to those that suffer from various psychotic
features in the family of schizophrenia. No matter how far out my
stories may seem, my mind is clear, and I am not deluded, imagining
things, hearing or seeing things, and along that line. But you all go
ahead and believe whatever makes you happy, as I know Patty Hollister
stays happy, as does the AT&T peeps from 1983 like Miss Blake and
Mister Rambo, told about so often on my now nearly ten year long blog
project, kind folks!!!!!!!!
Well,
as I said so many times, I have no power to change the fact that it
appears that on
the morning of August 15, 1986,
and to use the religion called Christianity;
“I
have died, and gone into eternal hell,
and I fucking appear to
be aware of this wild experience”.
I honestly do not think most people in HELL are anything but
Poolroy-95 totally absolutely clueless.
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? But last night, Dave Roth
was with me, and so were a lot of people I know from this world and
beyond, who are dead, as is Dave as well, only there, in that
parallel universe, they were not dead. I came out of the experience
and cried like a little fucking stupid school boy. The main reason I
broke down like a dumb fool was that lightning was with me and alive
as my blond,. Just as when I lived right here two millennia ago as
Demetrius the silversmith, and she was with me then, and the Apostle
Paul did not have too many good things to say about either one of us.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
FONTY & TWINBAY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
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!!!!
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
Why
not put this on your Mike & Diane show?
And
the danger would be great, and today would be too late, if we put the
letter 'C' back before the letter 'B', or put the letter 'G' back
before the letter 'D'. But Now's the time to make it rhyme, and not
to do so is a crime, the mountaintops are there to climb. Oh yes they
are, wonderful great mighty KING
FAMILY, oh yes
they are!!!!
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
Cut
me a break Margie and WAYV, YO!!!!!!!!!
Well,
for reasons eternally unknown to me or Hawking or Einstein, or any of
us; I am supposed to take a hose near the boardwalk, and wash
myself
off, even though I will come to my car fully dresses just as I am
right now, JOHN
KING,
and may not even go to the beach. David Drugboy Washcloth
Handswasharvest, sir, and ex-boss of mine, should I now take us to
our diminishing power-level time ship, and say that we only can make
it back now to this very day while I drive onto the parking lot of
the KING DAVID HOTEL, or one of them, owned by the great and late,
Mister KING, with his great dogs on top of the roof of the WAYV
Building, overlooking Mitch Williams Baywatch Levy Tower of the great
ALMIGHTY ATLANTIC CITY BEACH PATROL, http://www.acbp.com/
and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES,
MISTER WOW-NDERFUL MACY; a definite freaking W-----O-----W
is most obviously deserved right about here,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeese Louise, Surfer Fonty old buddy,
old pal.
Oh
the gods spank me on my ass should I lie about MORIANITY or the
mighty TAWF. I know what nightmares truly are, and I was all alone
and a young lad of fucking fifteen years, when I woke up scared
shitless, with my bloody washcloth lungs being cut out of my body
after THAT-FAMIKLY shot me, decades before the chemtrails, or Prince,
or 1980, or any of this dam shit, dear cruel cold rotten planet
Earth; ever happened. This is why a few months later, I told you what
I did about the nightmare of the destruction of Haddonfield, New
Jersey, Mister Blackboards David Leigh Smith, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But hey, Bob McDowell, that day you kicked my ass in that arm wrestle
in th elate autumn of 1972, near the gate up neat the Kings Highway,
wow, if you remember that day; please call me, as we will be talking
about a lot more than just football and network and cable television,
old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!
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CHAPTER
102, AMP,
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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