The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 103, HIFISAF-AMP-1995-2015 (C)

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CHAPTER 103

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I need your dam help please, oh great wonderful sir, Sheriff K.J. Mascara. It began with slamming doors during the news time, and then major computer hacking, not only blocking my words from coming out, but also when I tried to shut down from reading my blog on the Blogger Dot Com website, it would not do anything, it just fucking froze up, and now my fucking Spell-Checker has been hacked off again, kind sir.

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I rebooted, and Spell Checker is operating, kind sheriff, sir. They totally fucking froze me up and would not let me X off when I was done reading my blog that I posted, the chapter before this one, #102. This is the typical Sunday night persecution the enemies give me to get their dirt bag cheated DJIA markets to shoot way up next week, Sheriff, sir, and it isn't fair. If they need to fuckiGN wreck my life to save their economy this is not legal and it is not fucking ass fair, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

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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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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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!!!!!

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 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 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.

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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!

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?

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes, I went into the doctor a little disgruntled back on Wednesday, and with every good reason. I am doing nothing wrong, breaking no laws, and I am not a drug addict. This medication I have been on since July of 1983 has saved my life, and these EVIL 'FUCKIGN' UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, HAVE TRIED TO MURDER ME SINCE THE DEATH OF THE DOCTOR WHO PUT ME ON THIS MEDICINE TO BEGIN WITH; DOCTOR FRANK ADDIEGO OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY (WTNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I said to the doctor, “Whatever happened to the “First do no harm oath you all took”, you would have needed to be there to witness the major hostility on his part. Once you get onto the world owners trying to covertly destroy and kill anyone such as myself who knows all about them or way too much about shit in their opinion; basically, it is torment and torture and borrowed mother fucking time until the end, and when the end comes, it is brutal and mother fuckiGN wicked as triple shit, ladies and gentlemen, I promise you all that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I Tahren-tee it too; and what invention does anyone recommend for dealing with this cunt chewing nightmare of mine, oh mighty boxer George sir????

This was all just a few months before my meds were permanently taken from me, World court at the Hague, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just for the record, I have every right to accuse the United miserable mother fuckign States, of torture and murder, of ME!

Reality-3 is not an easy philosophy to even try to unravel. I totally guarantee that, people, but let us start tackling the problem just a bit, here and now, shall we? First as a reminder, this is the force that lies invisibly somehow somewhere and by something; behind the great Cosmic Oz-Curtains. But to continue onward with this, REALITY-3 is all powerfully connected, with no help from fake Oz Wizards, or lovely Belinda witches; into my 1980 year, the incredible year, the surreal year. This is the year where it all began for me, two years after Resorts International and ten years after Sabrina Collins and Ode to Angelique songs from the great marvelous “Dark Shadows” sixties television soap show of the land of darker and more hidden regions. HIDDEN is the same word that OCCULT is. Just like DIVA and GODDESS, and SARAH, are also all the same in meaning, yet these are seemingly three different words, and these facts are not known by the majority of even the more intelligent of the human WAKING population. Even with the reality of exploratronics, there still is the WAKING WORLD. All travelers have a physical base because it is from there that their true physical body exists. Take that away, and that part of a very complicated hyperdimensional higher self is over. But waking up from individual dreaming's in hyperspace may appear to be death by the way people think of death in 2014 and in all past times before this time, but that is all pure 100% an illusion like driving in the summer on a blacktop road and seeing water ahead of you that really is not there at all, like the LFLD diller dollar story, that a few may remember when my blogs began nearly nine years ago, and yes, before I knew a thing about MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's no need to go on and on with this, it is not relevant or germane to what is being talked about right now, good kind folks!

But before I can go deep diving and high diving off Cliff Mount Pacific Everest Mariana, I have to get into how this is all done to me, and how things done to many of you go totally unnoticed by you because it is less intense and major in most of your lives and less destructive, so you need not ever take a step back and ponder the depths of philosophical cosmology and your interactive part in it. If you do not need to do something, you normally don't. People at age eleven who are six feet tall, normally do not sit around popping Vitamin-C pills until their stomach acid level is at puke squared, nor sit around worrying about being short. People who have no hair at all do not sit around all concerned with comparing conditioners, shampoos, and many various hair care products. I can go on and on like this, but you either get my drift here, or I am speaking to residents of Moron City. I just fixed a 'on and don an don hack', Bob FCC McDowell. They are back on a roll lately, YO. Bob FCC MCDOWELL, they just poofed off the entire mother fucking blog, help me please. I thought it was gone for sure until I began playing with the ''undo'' bells and whistles and managed to retrieve it. What would these cunt lapping mother fuckers have if not for persecuting and harassing poor old cunt lapping pathetic me, BOB, at the FCC??????

I knew, as soon as that fucking (ON AN DON AN DON SHIT) struck me; that I was gonna' start getting cunt eating fucking messed with; Mister McDowell of 1972 Cooley-Wormhole Hall, Foolio Coolio Callio Ripoffio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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And the part that is huger than a mountain of mother fucking shit, folks; is that the skating rink in Hammonton where I ran away from THAT FAMILY and one of its nightmare branches, the KINGS; was where the market mini-crash in 2008-9 all came back from! This is where I was persecuted on my way into my mother fuckiGN cunt job guarding that truck shit hole, that Sunday afternoon in February of 2009, around the time where dogs should live in doghouses, and stock market averages bottomed out around 6565, and I lived with monster fuckiGN Dawn king, at 65 MIDDLE ROAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE COMES THE (FUCKIGN) HACK STARTING UP, BOB MCDOWELL, SIR AND PAL, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, the computer was fine, and now it is acting up, when I said I would soon cancel my contract with AT&T, and go back to a one year 99 dollar phone, internet, television through Comcast, I will save money, and I will be able to unplug my shit from the net while blogging, and this will stop these dirt bag mother fuckers from being able to violate my civil and my constitutional rights so dam fuckiGN ass much, kind people YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These mother fucking dope addict nabes from hell, are in and out even at 4 in the morning; yet I am the one who cannot get his medicine that is needed for my survival on this planet, and I am the accused drug addict. Let me cunt chewing tell you all something. The way my doctor treated me was monstrous, and he had zero provocation to do this to me. The only answer to all these things that happen is exploratronics. When you have an enemy like I do, the ESS; and some of you have some smaller degrees of this and it is all why your lives are fucked to hell as well for those of you that this message may pertain to; but with me, it is on a totally unfathomably higher stronger level, and is why I being 3 feet tall and not 6 feet tall, at age 12 or whatever, I would have reasons to be sitting around thinking about popping Vitamin-C tablets, and not the kid who is 6 feet. If you have an anywhere near normal fuckiGN cunt life, then you would be nuts in the dam head, to be sitting around wondering and worrying about all of the fuckiGN bullshit that Morianity an Mark Wayne Mohr is all about. On the other hand, to quote Jim Burr, from the late seventies; if all I wanted to do was think about and talk about baseball and football and B ball and sex and normal shit; I would be more sick and more dangerous than any of you could possibly dare to imagine. Anyone who can deny what is going on around them, is not in touch with their fuckiGN reality, and it doesn't matter how many sike docks tell you this is not so, as I will tell them to go fuck their sweet old moms, any fuckiGN time of the day or the night, Doctor fucking Schorr.

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Good morning Sheriff sir, and Mizz AG Pam Bondi, ma'am. I had to deal with a party tonight, but it could have been worse. The music could have been louder, and the doors worse, so I won't bitch since it ended at a couple minutes past midnight. I think it was the illegal's in James' apartment, but who can know. My R.M. Debbie, tells me to be nosy, and look and see; but that is how I ended up with air out my tires a while back, and now, I just bitch on my blogs, and hope to die soon. Naturally, when these illegal shits come around, it never fails, I always get a burst of new mother fucking cock roaches scurrying out of their shit hole place and right into my nice clean fucking kitchen, YO!!!!!!!!!!

So there I am, at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, IN THE YEAR OF 1980, MOVING IN ON MAY 1. Hay, I was playing with all this mother fucking shit when most of you out here were shitting into your dam diapers, if you even fucking existed at all, YO YO YO YO!!!

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People mother fucking totally amaze me. Trying to understand or predict them was difficult a generation or two ago, and now in these times, try multiplying that quantitatively. Certain things grab them and make them go totally fuckiGN ape-shit, like my trip to the Walmart, on the day of the huge lightning storm in Port Saint Lucie; and my personal private prayer that was answered. The view count on that blog was twenty times higher than most of my blogs. Why? And not a mother fucking jerk off soul out there, in screwed up cunt lapping cyberspace, ever says boo anymore to me; or tells me squat, or offers me a scrap of ideas. I don't know what I ever did to Alpha-Deep 6, but he or she sure vanished away, and so did everybody. They dropped me like I'm mother fucking hot, sheriff Mascara, and I am going to tell you why, in my humble opinion, sir.

Things changed really big since two things happened, and really, they both are totally connected, because even though it would enrage the mighty Donna Patterson, I'll fucking say it anyway. Because my lab-tech who seemed to know more about my medical condition in 1984 was my daughter, and I know it, and she knows it, and by the way, my distant cousin knows it.

So my 2012 song ''YBCO'' and my telling about my medical condition, are not only linked back in 1983 and 1984, but up in 2012 and 2015 as well. A lot of folks insist that my way of reasoning is mentally ill and magical and comes from a mind disease called schizophrenia. They are not 100% wrong as far as what that illness does in fact do to the mind. The problem is that cancer can cause terrible stomach distress, but so can fucking eating too many dam candy bars. In other words, I am not a paranoid schizophrenic; no matter how many nut case docks out there want to insist otherwise, and hey, I'll collect the dam disability checks monthly. So screw you!

I am composing a letter to the FCC about my official complaint that all three major networks don't give the news on most autumn Saturday's. I am not into fucking sports and never was, and do not think it is fair that no news is given such as was the case tonight other than for a lousy fucking fifteen minute last second insert by NBC, as a result of nothing but mother fuckiGN football. I am not saying screw fucking football. If people must enjoy this barbaric fucking dinosaur sport, fine, but on all three major networks and then no news, that IS WRONG, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, and you'll be getting my official letter of complaint this coming week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another fire alarm went off while I tried to watch the tiny little inserted news segment. If it is not for me and is really genuine, then I guess the building has some brand new fuckiGN asshole tenants who will keep setting this shit off; kind Sheriff, sir. WOW THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big fat SHEEEEEEEEEIT.