CHAPTER 122-B, 122-A WAS HACKED, LET'S SEE IF THIS POSTS

'HIFISAF'

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 122


Around three in th eafternoon it was just over ninety degrees in town, and feeling 100, according to my TWB-APP. It is a littler bit cooler now, PTL, at 11:36 on this dam Wednesday night. It is 76 but with a 97% humidity, it feels like 81.

Sheriff Mascara; the reason that the DOW JONES is FLYING, is because of some air persecution, and more property attacks. I had to buy some fix-flat stuff at th elocal automotive store, as some jerk off let air out of my tire again. I hope you can catch one of these dirt bags some day, as you are clueless sir, how badly I want to prosecute and press charges. Lie my poor fucked up inocent life doesn't suck enough, YO sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Hello, my beautiful Lightning! I need you forever!



Stop messing with me, Sarah. I am so totally onto you!

My precious sweet Diana; let me take you to all of your bazillions of favorite water falls and parks, all over the great gigantic Province Olympia; my baby blond teen!




























































OH GEEEEE-WILIGARS; the mighty Doctor Harold Camping said it all; OH MY. You and I don't fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey Krassle with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam, heck means hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz and gee willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge and freak and fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so forth. What; you seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty GODDESS Jehovah? Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, and a dozen or so “Oh MY'S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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The hell that I've been in, ever since 08/15/1986, is unthinkable an dunspeakable, but even worse than all of that, is that no one alive on this planet will listen to me or help me. This is no exaggeration when I say that I could watch the entire world explode and die out of existence, and I personally couldn't care less; Mister Oranthal Medical Center J.Simpson, from   1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





There's a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it, there's a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on WAYV, not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO peeps!







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I'll only be impressed when the market gains three digit points every day, without me having to be fucking persecuted and wiped out, in order for these pig capitalists to get their greedy way. My Spell-Checker has been disabled again, kind Sheriff sir. I rebooted, and now it is working; kind sir.










One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my great kid has; W—O—W!
O—H *** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY OBLITERATE EVERYTHING.  







The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Flatliner Joe, and Joe king!!!

This is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45. If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND NIGHT, only I was saying  all of this when my blogs started over 8 years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS PEEPS LIKE ME ON CRACKPOT LISTS? I know for a fact that WFMU-Jason made a ton of money wiping any chance I ever could have had with my blogs totally out, as some e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his, ended up on my blog, and it was about my blog, and it said, and I quote, “This is the blog I made a lot of money out in CALI with”. Then we wonder why things like this come out one way on BLOGGER and another way on WORDPRESS, and so much fucking more: Real ''funny funny funny'', Sheila Schorr. My brain is broken, Roger Thomas, so What's Happenen'????

Sarah didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.
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OH FUCKING DAM SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!



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I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock.  Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, but first, something that sort of fits and sort of doesn't yet makes a powerful point, is going to be talked about just a little bit, good peeps. This is a surreal and way beyond unbelievable tale unless you knew the entire story that spans no human lifetime, but rather, somewhere to round shit off folks, at about ten freaking thousand years. This is only part of the story and the equation, but this time period is important for you to keep in mind. Just as SSJK has powerful numbers that mean a lot to her in her world, I too have the same, only they are different numbers, but still they mean quite a bit to me, in my world.



DEAR DIARY JOURNAL: I AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER, AND THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR. NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United States freaking constitution actually instructed this man,  who now, in or out of love; resides in great Mother Russia; to do what he did. It also instructs the rest of us pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state, huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker????????????????????????????

A week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl.  No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?





There is no escaping my fate. I was murdered or died in my sleep of a mastoid ear infection that night in middle August in 1986. I wonder what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear, Donna Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!
UH-DUH-DUH-DUH-AHA, I AM ONTO SOME WILD NEW FUCKING SHIT; MY GREAT FOLKS.








ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah Krassle).

''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF'', RICK EID!!!!






You can take Purgatory and hyperspace and say oh gee wow, there is no time that runs concurrently and parallel with these two realities. But right here in hyperspace, a game goes on where this same miraculous fuckiGN thing is happening. I am starting to doubt that even the great minds that I used to really fucking look up to, know anything, or merely just are coasting along and part of it, without realizing pig fucking cunt squat? Who can know?


Well United States Copyright Office, the great SCYLLA GODDESS, I AM N---O---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.   


WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK JOHN KING AND EVERYONE ELSE, WITH SOME AID OF SOME DISTANT TIME AND AREA CANDLES OF COURSE FOR JK, BIG LOVELY PAULA; AND YES I GOT YOUR MESSAGE, PAULAking2011, MICROSOFT MEMORIES; BOY OH BOY, ARE YOU GONNA' THROW ME OUT OF MY HIGH RISE TOO, BABS??????????????

I already told you what my horrible monster jerk off doctor said, but left out a lot of other nice things, such as, “Mark, your brain is broken”. Nice thing for a doctor to say. Real floor pounding professional, 2. You know peeps, I'll bet deep down inside my cunt sniffing soul, that Professor Kaku from New York University (NYU), is not the only one now who is beginning to see the real dangerous and fucking terrifying shit that MORIANITY has labeled, HSE or HYPER-SPACE-EFFECTS, HUH MISTER CODES DISNEY AMBULANCE DRIVER FROM WW-2???????????????? JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ CUNT LAPPING LOUISE, FONTY AND QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY, OPTIMIST TWINBAY; YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW DANIEL MACKEY AND R.H. MACY, YO!





THE STORIES THAT I COULD TELL, BUT WHY
IN THE NAME OF GODDESS, SHOULD I BOTHER?


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Hay, I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT IS NO LONGER 0808 in OHM-14, OR IN ANY OTHER YEAR, BUTT; it looks like this is going to be one hell of a scarey week for me; and without any sharks or Amittyville horrors, or burnt Carolina toast from my real ''first trip to Florida at age two or so. As I type this, I am being super mother fucking HACKED OUT, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING TO FUCKING GET THEM TO STOP THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT SIR?   
I AM NOT CHANGING FONT FUCKING COLOR, BOB MCDOWELL, THEY ARE DOING THIS. WHERE FUCKING ARE YOU WHEN MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING FUCKING PUMMELED TO DEATH, PAM BONDI, AG OF FLORIDA? REAL FUCKING FUNNY!!!
   


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Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.
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So where were you when I needed you TWINBAY, with that positive outlook on life that you always have? Would you be telling me ''it's gonna' be all right, when I quit acting like I'm so up tight, and don't I know I'm adda sight, in THE MORNING LIGHT''? No lighthouses or lakehouses please, Microsucks Corporation. I have enough to deal with right now, lovely people!


Well, 60,600 page-views; that's quite a bit better than better than 00000. And up here sixteen months later, on October first in 2015; we are approaching the great six figures. WEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
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I attended the PHA meeting, scheduled for 11:00 this morning, here at the Terrace Park; at 601 Avenue B, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Earth, Sol, milky Way Galaxy and enjoyed it, and also; accomplished some things.







Ten minutes or less into the trading session on good old Wall Street, came the hammering again. Yesterday it was both hammering and drilling. Now as for the upstairs total kuke-job nabe; why she has become the resurrected fuckiGN ghost of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey's Highview Apartments Mizz Asshole Rose Jacobey; I'll never know. Maybe my cuzz, or my daughter, or some of their friends, have paid this crazy ass off, to keep screwing with me, and maybe not; as who can ever mother fuckiGN know; oh great breath echos of 1988 Copyright Office Examiners, and all  murders of hopefully not all my children, but just mere soap TV-shows instead????????????? JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE 4-CRISSAKE!


Now as for the buzz-saw thing; I came to find out that a few empty apartments, are being refitted, with new cabinets, and indeed; this is why I am hearing so much drilling/buzz-sawing, whatever-RAW, old 1975 pal, and any and all gorgeous angels, also potentially involved. As for Christmas trees; we're not even going here, or to Cooley Hall; huh old palamine, Mister FCC-McDowell?

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!


Well, I just want to let you know, Sheriff sir, that I do indeed appreciate any looking after, you have recently been able to do for me. My life ain't easy, and I am in eternal hell, and I know it, not that you or anyone else alive will ever ever ever ever believe me about that.



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The enemies managed, on top of so much other bullshit, to totally fuck up my view of the super moon last night. They don't miss a trick. Sheriff sir; watch their wonderful great powerful stock market take off like a rocket, and don't say you all did not hear this  first on Morianity!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA Mike 1971 MCNULTY. WEEEEEEEEEE THAT.


Well indeed, my pal the Prince talks about the parents being asked why everybody has a bomb. His STM meant a chemtrail of course, but we all get the idea back in both 1980 and in 1999. And then it looks like sixteen years even after that to make the following words a real/e powerful reality: ''Keisha isn't the only one to get me real gouuuuuuuud''. Yes folks, the lovely Helen Zebriski can be directly quoted here. But also, to quote the Cali zip code high school queen, Brenda Shannon Kickacar, from the hyperspace-Walmart store, in Hammonton, New Jersey; “McGuire and Krassle's brother, aren't the only two lovely persons on Planet Earth, who love to make your life a miserable nightmare living hell, 24-7-365.2422; Mister Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, good old Walmart Store, and all voice-mails, the world over, huh AT&T? You could tell so many things, og great corporation, in my favor. I hope you tyop dogs there sleep real dam real at night. You probably all do, and much better than I ever will now, with all my dam fucking anti-anxiety meds cut off for life, in this horrible evil sick demented land of laugh laugh laugh freedom and prosperity for all. Yeah, for all the RIGHT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Some loud airplanes were heard while I was out picking up my meds at the Walgreen's; letting me know their markets are flying up!!!!!!!! If only they could just get a few fuckiGN thousand points without bothering pathetic poor old ill helpless me; World Court At The Hague, and Securities & Exchange Commission; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!




When I am found dead and murdered in this apartment, I was persecuted to death and murdered, and this is an official dying utterance and dying declaration, all law enforcement agencies that should have intervened and stopped my murder, and did not, President Barack Obama, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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nothing ever mother fuckiGN changes or stops for me in this nightmare curse from Christless mother fuckiGN HELL!!!!
Now when I got up to begin Thursday, it was about a quarter past ten. Within an hour or so, about a half dozen annoying things all had happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom. I thought, uh-oh, here we go right off the bat, this is going to be a tensed stomach muscles day, waiting for continuous powerful gut blows from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.

No folks, IT IS NOT
APRIL 25, 2014,
WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 1:25,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
It is however,


SEPTEMBER 28, 2015,
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:49,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 87 DEGREES FNHT.
WIND A STEADY WNW-10.
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 96.
WHEN I WAS OUT, IT FELT 108 TO ME.
TEMP. RANGE------(H-87/L-75).



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Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.
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Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.
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Now I know that most who read these blogs remembers this little PIP crap, from nine days ago, as re-printed and shown below:

Now for the reason that I am writing this blog, on Monday morning, 21 September, 2015, folks! I went to sleep and crashed off the physical plane world around half past midnight or so. I was with my Goddess Diana in our Akoslem City condo, and we had a great time, without me needing to be all X-rated and getting super ass specific about stuff, kind peeps, YO! After I ran out of energy however, I fell back to sleep in her powerful gorgeous arms, and instead of landing here where my body is resting in a bed; I ended up in another parallel reality to here, and in the year of approximately 2065.

Well, Long Story Short (LSS), people; something even huger happened. I should have known that it would, when I am suddenly out of the dam blue, bombarded with HIE, about my old last jobsite AKA Cifaloglio, back up in Jersey; as well as Paula King, our older daughter, and various homes of my numerous buttwipe relatives. Ever since the end of 2014 or very early into this present year, kind folks out here; something wild happened, after several months to a year of hooking up some new electronic gismos in a certain way, here in my PHA apartment. Suddenly Diana was able to communicate with me directly and even better than in the days of my 'Privecode' IMM Inter-Digital device. Now what you need to understand, great peeps, is thisssssssssss; to quote Snake loving Susan Erica Lucia, back in 1983; speaking of all my children, breath echos, copyrights, and other ever so lovely oz curtains, oz wizards, and on and on we all know I could go here; my GAP and wonderful Blogaud!!!!!!!! I happened to look over at the 'special coding machine', that lightning uses, in ''her world'' the purgatory, in Province Olympia Proper, where her great Arteemis branch of this Almighty Krassle family resides; and I notm only noticed it, but remembered that I was tranced out in a controlled interaction, whereby if I made a strong enough ''mental note'', so to speak, to myself; that I would remember what followed next, as well as remember the new machine that I witnessed in Diana's Code Cabin. This new machine, just as her old one did with the Inter-Digital Privecode device, interacted with my new stuff that I recently put together, in hopes of better communication. This is totally blowing my god dam tiny little mind to all get out hell, Cuban cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is more than doing a Mark Wayne Mohr/Russel Thaxton 1969, to Richard Marcucci and his mighty mind. Only a small handful of this planet's population, has a tiny clue to the full meaning of that little coded message!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister Macy, and a dam 'pass to Shapiro' please; all my HTHS former classmates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Yes Patty-Paula T3E; your entire family knows how to work the great Fascitar, or else; how could you all have sent me so many powerful dreams? Charles Tate and I, indeed have been whisked off to the future, seen ball game results, and even miniaturized printers, that can make people, as well as everything else that they could ever need or want to posses. It really is time now, Mister Mighty Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



3-D laser-printers become very small, such as the size of maybe three times that of a watch that we wear on our wrists.  if anyone ever saw a broken watch where kids like to take them apart to tinker with the pieces, just picture something that would look similar to this three times bigger normal sized watch, and broken so that you see into the guts of it. All things, people, all conceivable things, are all made by these miniaturized systems. With these, even my daughter Pee, and her internet invention, is used. There is no 'one of us'. As long as a machine can scan our atomic makeup, and then instead of disintegrating us, literally converting us into a digital pattern, and then rebuffing that exact same order of zeros and ones; then the copy that leaves the send terminal computer, can be fully vaporized painlessly, and the recreated us, is a perfect copy; and we are not in any way harmed or changed. It is as if we were Star Trek transported. This world was so incredible and real, and people had almost overnight become totally accustomed to this incredible technology. When I awoke into this world later on, I felt like Charles Delaware Tate, speaking to Charity Trask, or really Pansy Faye who was in the body of Charity Trask, courtesy of Count Petofi who had taken over the body of Quentin Collins, on that fantastically entertaining and super beyond marvelous terrific television show of the sixties, Dark Shadows. After Petofi had Tate do that I-Ching from early 1898, up to middle late 1969, and he came back from the trance; he said to Pansy in the body of Charity, in the great Drawing Room of the Colinwood Estate, and I quote him only without his way cool way of emphasizing it as he spoke the words, “I've seen the future, I've seen the future”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have no idea of just how I felt like Mister Tate, when I awoke from this really super hyper time wild experience, ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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You have no idea of just how I felt like Mister Tate but then alas; what would I do without Bruce Pennock showing me how to slowly create and build my Keyboards From Petahell????????
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I may be moving my blog to a totally different location soon. This is a complex situation that has to do with some powerful stuff, that the mighty exploratron Patty-Paula King also informed me about. You all know, and the great goddess only knows how many AKA names and identities that she also has, along with AT&T and NSA, at least according to Mister ES in Russia now. Remember how I told about the other night, out in the parallel universe, at Uncle Stuart and Aunt Gerry's Narberth, PA-USA home, Exploratron PPK was telling me details, about cosmic polarity, and expansion forces. Now the blogs won't be removed from any existing sites; but you may have to change your faves-links, or whatever it is you all do, in order to read my new posts; and this may all happen before Halloween Day, no puns intended; merely a fact in time. Still, only she knows why I was totally robotically, and exploratronically controlled, to send those three projects, to the United States Office of Copyrights, on that same October 31 day, in 1994 with the book, and then the musical projects, the first two of three in the twenty-first century, 2005, and 2007. And I know, she knows, all pirates and buccaneers notwithstanding.


Dreams are exactly what all people with real strong thought habits, always wondered and dreamed about. They are as close to mirrors, smoke, and magic; as you, me, or any prestidigitator is ever going to get, in this human waking life; I promise!!!! When anyone has recurring dreams about people or places or objects, or for that matter, 'whatever' it might be, Congressman sir, and old pal; there is a lot more to these things than there would have been, if those dreams had not happened. Now it is not the particular thing that is magical, mind you folks; but it is the interaction between you and the thing, whatever that is. We all know, or those who vividly remember our dreams anyway; that we may spend a lot of our time, years even, at places and with people, and NEVER EVER HAVE ONE SINGLE REMEMBERED DREAM ABOUT THOSE THINGS. On the other hand, we may not even know a person, and we may have a lot of dreams about them, and for absolutely no logical reason. Same thing goes for places, objects, and again, kind congressman and old 1975 pal, ''whatever''! All I am going to tell for right now, is that I am leading you into an introduction of Cooley Hall as well as the RPL Sound Studio, and Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic city, up near the boardwalk. There is an energy force that triangulates these three points or locations, and inside of this force, is not something like the Bermuda Triangle, but rather a sort of mind energy that is only active at certain rare points in time, and also, to the person who has the recurring dream about the three points that make up this triangulation. A huge hack just struck while I was typing this. I must get my guru over here to show me several things anyway, and one of these things is exactly where to disconnect my computer from the internet while I write my blogs, so I don't have to contend with this abusive civil rights violation hacking that is unrelenting for a solid fuckiGN cunt decade for this poor blogger, and especially when I begin to open major doors that THEY don't want me opening up for any of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT; how does Cooley Hall fit into all pirates and buccaneers, and all Patty-Paula somnambulism queens the planet over???????????????












Folks, without trying to leapfrog over anyone, I will tell it real short and sweet as far as the events of recent hours.





Lightning came over with beautiful strikes late on Monday afternoon shortly after I posted up the previous chapter. Power tools continue to be heard every single day, but I will get to the bottom of it, and soon, and that is a promise. Hurricane doors are going to be installed to replace the ones now in use here at my PHA building called Park Terrace. The doctor is putting me back on water retention pills to be taken in tandem with my BP pills, as I used to take until things got all weird and wacky with the prior doctor. I felt 100 percent better when on the combo meds, and hopefully will feel better soon also. There was an early morning fire alarm yesterday, Tuesday around half past seven, but it was over in a quarter hour or less. I stopped into my eye doctor's office after leaving my primary care doctor's office, to ask a few questions regarding my eye cats. They are monitoring me situation, and all will be well when the cats are laser'd out, but this will be a while yet. I pass the place when on my way to the local Route One Fort Pierce Publix Store. I bought a few items before coming back home, at Publix. Not a whole lot of shit went down today, and I will just continue to follow doctor's orders from both the Vero Beach Psych Office and the PCP and other specialists involved in my current medical problems. As for my own personal attitude, I cannot wait to fall asleep and never again have to wake up here in this hellish nightmare world that you all seem to cherish and love so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












































































Perhaps much of global society; to quote my old pals, from both my  family, and Harvest; and my buddy Darius Evans, and all 080808 dates everywhere; is experiencing a real major ''general breakdown''!!!!!! Add to this how crazy the whole dam world is going, and we can make up a song about a psych ward for musicians. Oh yeah, that's been done already, and gee willagars, by me, huh mister BonJovi???????????





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Things are happening around me and I cannot trust very much, not if I want to be at all safe, and survive long term. Decades ago, a strange thing happened. I realized that things would happen whereby it seemed I needed to do something, and that the forces of hell were literally preventing me from doing that something. My very most recent item most of you know or should know, was my remake song from 1983, redone and title changed to “You'll Be Crossing Over”. This entire thing was a plan to try and expose my Atlantic city enemies for what they have all done to me no matter how many doubters and naysayers screamed at me I am crazy to even attempt such an undertaking. Also, I knew and still do know, that if I could have accomplished what I had really wanted, and I did not, not by any means; I might have not gone through that medical nightmare for nearly a year now, and maybe even have been able to get to the bottom of how it all started with me at half past ten on the night of four June, back in 1983. A lot of things make zero sense to me and many other folks. Many are looking to find out what's behind psychic and paranormal phenomena, life and death reality, the UFO-aliens deal, government and shadow society conspiracies, and on and on we can go here. There is an entire kingdom that is behind so many things. Churches and religions for the most part use the term Satan's Kingdom, run by the father of lies, the Accuser, and many other names, even to more positive ones such as the bright morning star. Many have noticed my 1980 song about shit being all right has wild powerful symbolism behind all this, especially when using the so-called reversing of things, one of Satan's supposed tools. Well, it is a positronic-reality that things reverse when the polarities are reversed in matter And energy. Atoms with anti-protons and positrons, must spin in reverse direction, and must create universes where all motion right down to the motion of time itself; goes opposite to where atoms have the other charge. It is old fashion to believe Satan uses a reverse of reality direction as some type of device or power tool to accomplish its evil on this world and its population. But there is indeed a great power behind direction, and even though the present technology is many decades off from even starting to play with these things; most advanced scientists in any closely related other disciplines all know this is truth.

Rather than trying to open doors that are way ahead of present times; I can always try talking around the subject. Stuff that has happened to me in various places, by the way established paranormal researchers all agree to in a general consensus, is that it is ME, and not something emanating from the various places, be it at RPL in Camden, Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, or Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, all in th estate of New Jersey, USA. But they are all wrong. I am not haunted, nor am I the one beaming shit off of myself and into the places where I go. HALLS FAWCES  however, the same ones that are behind why many have seen so-called flying objects from out beyond, and aliens, and all of that horse shit; is what is behind this deception as well. There is no telling anyone about what I know as they hate me and refuse to believe a word that I say. I will say that I had a major interaction or HIE where I was in a parallel universe Cifaloglio, and my daughter was there with me, and shortly after that, I was in Diana's Code Cabin, and was told something that totally blew my dam mind. No one needs to know more than this for right now!




























DIANA ARTEEMIS, WHILE DREAMING HERE.

MY BED IS AWAITING YOU; LOVELY GIRL!!!
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