CHAPTER
ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
As
you should all know by fucking now, I do not write three or four
digits that string together that are all ones, so I spell out that
horrible fucking chapter number, to avoid Jane the
Witchbitch-Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!
Here
comes Morty fucking jerk off Mortino the death angel, passing by my
right side, at 11:21 this turd chewing super rotten fucking Thursday
morning. Along with that, and beginning just ten minutes or less into
today's fucking dirt bag cappy-pig stock market session, came my
fucking jerk off power tool nabes, drilling, hammering, and
whatever-RAW, oh great Congressman RA!
A
second death angel pass is happening, two minutes following the first
one; oh evil cold cruel world of nightmares, tears, Call-10's, and
hells!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
e-mailed my resident manager to expect me for a five minute drop by
tomorrow when she returns from her lunch break and before the
afternoon Friday bingo game. I plan to get to the bottom of this
mother fuckiGN shit, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!! Either that, or I
will drive to White City Park, and jump in the fucking cunt river,
and let the dam alligators end this nightmare shit for me, once and
for all; kind sir!!!!
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women
want and deserve respect; CUZZ!!!
I
JUST WUV SUNFWOWERS; LENNY BWISCOE!!!
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great WAYV, merely a Hanging in there Hammonton Huntington, from
''allcrans''!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are some really beautiful places on this planet. But there are not
very many beautiful people. We need to treasure those few with really
decent nice souls. When they leave us, until the generation of DDLTT
comes, they're gone from us
forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You
missed me, Jane Bitchshit!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.
This
is all coming from next door to me, I know I have some new mother
fucking real assholes in there. They just slammed in again, and
anytime now, the power tools and hammering are going to start up on
me, Sheriff Mascara, and Debra Marotto!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
SARAH, OH OH SARAH; I AM NOT LOOKING FOR ANY MAGICAL CHAINS OF GOLDEN
HAIR, MOTORCYCLES, LEATHER JACKETS, DAYS OF TERROR IN NYNY, OR BEING
TRAPPED UP IN YOUR ALMIGHTY LIGHTHOUSE; GREAT ALL POWERFUL TEEN
QUEEN, FROM GOD DAM HELL. WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
A
god dam retard can read into these cosmic clues, despite my not yet
telling any of you the details of my monster ass day. So let me do
that, and then after that; let us see if the world is still spinning
around by this time tomorrow, after I print these words, that
somebody is fighting against with strength and power that defies and
eludes my frail tiny imagination, maxed out times a vigintillion
power exponents of a googalplex. Before I do anything, I must remind
my newer readers, how to work a GAWNUM. You can most likely GOOGLE it
up, but for the lazier folks who refuse to do it, because I am just
not that important, then I will tell them just a little bit of it
quickly. All letters have an order in the alphabet. A is 1. B is 2. C
is 3. D is 4. This goes all the way to Z is 26. There are 81 GAWNUM
ROOT NUMBERS. To find them, you need two things. First, how many
letters are there in the item, and second, what is the total amount
of letter value? Let us use the three combined words for example, of
the song that seemingly started all of this nightmare for me, back in
August of 1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There are a total of 12 letters
in this title. If you add up the value of all of these twelve
letters, 18-5-1-12-7-15-15-4-7-9-18-12, we get the number 123. Don't
die on me yet, my wonderful fence beckoning strobe-light. Now as with
all of numerological truth, any number that has more than one digit,
is added up until it only has one digit, and there are only nine, and
no zero will exist if you perform this task. So the first number of a
GAWNUM ROOT is your amount of letters, so with the song “REAL GOOD
GIRL”, we have a 12. The second number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your
total letter value, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a
123. So the first number is a 12, and the second number is a 123.
Adding these up until it is only one digit, this becomes a 3 and a 6.
So the GAWNUM ROOT of the three words, 'REAL GOOD GIRL' is 36. Now
the third digit in a PCN is always the difference between the larger
and the smaller numbers in the Gawnum Root Number, so 6-3=3. So the
GAWNUM ROOT '36' is equal to PCN-363. You always use the alphabet of
the country that you were legally born in, don't start trouble Mister
Trump. Now with our names, it is always the first name and the last
name, no initials or other in-between names, always merely the
Christian name and the Sir name, nothing else. Now to see if any two
things have Gawnum Compatibility or (GC), you add the two PCN's up,
and get a PCNT, the 'T' is TOTAL. If at least one digit exists in the
PCNT, that is in both of the numbers above it making up that sum
total, then the two items are GC, and if not, then they are not GC.
This does not reflect a positive or a negative reality, but merely
that a potential cosmic compatibility exists, or does not exist, for
all of the many virtually countless realities; that fit into 81 root
number systems from 11-99 with no zeros. The only zeros that exist in
the GAWNUM, are in the third digit when both of the GAWNUM ROOT
DIGITS are the same, hence GR-44, becomes PCN-440, and GR-77, becomes
PCN-770, and so forth. Only nine out of the eighty-one roots produce
a zero. When you wish to ask a question, you can think silently about
your question, while doing any of several things with playing cards
or dice or even large colored blocks. Keeping it simple for now, take
an ordinary deck of playing cards and remove all cards except for ace
through nine of the four suits. You will be left with a total of 36
cards. Shuffle well. As you begin to randomly just pick a card out,
think of just your question and do not let any other thoughts creep
into your mind. Write down the first GAWNUM ROOT DIGIT after your
first pick, reinsert the card, repeat the shuffle, rethink the
question, and begin to select another card at total random. Then
write that down. As with me tonight, I asked why my horrible day
happened today, and my first pick was a 3, and my second pick was an
ace or 1. The ROOT was 31, so the PCN was 312. You can take a million
things that have meaning and significance to you in your own personal
life and create your own match list book on all 81 of the roots, or
all 81 Private Cosmicoded Numbers, (PCN's). There are other things to
learn such as branchcodes, and more; but this will suffice for now,
as an updated reexplained 'HOW TO' for operating the GAWNUM in you
personal lives. Don't blame me if you die of shock, as you develop
skill in working this. You can eventually potentially reach
omniscience. But it is a skill, working the GAWNUM, and will not be
perfected overnight, not even by an Einstein. Even the great master,
Beethoven; practiced a lot, as did all great musical masters, and
music professionals know these truths. As I speak, and it has been
going on for some time, my ass wipe nabes are in and out a lot with
hall talking and doors, and it is close to one in the morning. Living
poor is fun, is it not my 99ers? I wouldn't care, if it were not for
the fact that I have been robbed over and over, especially of much of
my intellectual property over the past 35 years or more. People
really are, just as Lex Loo Thor said, on the great original
Superman movie; “NO DAM GOOD”. There are always those treasured
few, praise the Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah world, when I see a
man deliver his baby, I'll believe the creator force is male in
gender, and not until; there is no logic to that nonsense. FEMALES
are the CREATORS, it is a biological self evident truth, and outright
fact. Speaking of this truth folks, there are complex truths about
the multiverse or hyperspace. The scientific community has a billion
theories, and they have never experimented with any of it in the real
world, in the ways that I have; yet they remain the great EXPERTS,
and I am the forever unknown ass hole who doesn't have a clue what he
is talking about. Fine. Cool. 'Whatever', old pal, Bob Andrews, back
in 1975. If we WHATEVER advance time up to 1983, some one or some
thing, Captain Shatner Priceline, was driving me beyond insane, and
only the mighty AT&T Corporation knows these truths, and the CIA
and NSA, I would suspect as well. Not even corporate giants can
keep secrets as big as goddess's numerous secret incarnations, from
these federal giants, that basically are sort of one and the same
thing with the fortune-whatever it really is, and for short, I simply
call this, the WOMO. It is why all of this happened. No one else ever
used that machine built by the IMM. It never caught on, yet I used
it, and it changed my entire life forever. It is why my mother and I
had many health related issues of paranormal and very strange
onslaughts of medical symptoms not recognizable to the accepted time
and its medical community, and on I could go for a week with this
topic. If I told the story in the way that Terry from Egg Harbor
would like it told, I would probably be in a building that would be
burned to the ground before the dawn comes later on. Stranger things
have happened, of course, as I do not seem to be able to be effected
by what mortals call DEATH. I seem to keep waking up from what I
thought was the end, only to find out it was a dream. This has
happened way too many times for me not to know that this is being
done by way of a future technology called, LTDDT, Laser Trace
Distance Delay Technology. In any event, Doctor Carey; I hope you
will not hate me too much for printing the words that I do honestly
believe, you are consciously, or maybe unconsciously, preventing me
from being able to display the entire song in a public arena. There
is no way around explaining that machine, or those endlessly
recurring 'dreams' of me and Egg Harbor City, all throughout my life
from the days I worked at the RPL Studio, until a few years before I
met the great TAWF, or 'THAT FAMILY', as I used to call them even
back as far as the great seventy year itself, from Ventnor, New
Jersey, USAESMWG. Well we could type on forever and not tell the
story as it can never all be properly told. But those in the know
will read the song lyrics, and they will know what they need to know.
I had no way of engineering all of this. Only the All Mighty
Sarah-Stacey Krassle Herself, could have done all of this. I know
that she was here on Tennessee Avenue as SARAH for about 15 years.
Then she popped out of existence, just as mysteriously as she popped
into it. Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me,
Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all
of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong?
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
These
new mother fuckers never stop making weird stupid sounds. I know this
entire plot is to drive me nuts. It starts around the time of the
opening hell fucking cunt bell, on crooked cheating Wall Street, and
ends around just after the closing bell, and worsens the last half
hour of trading many times, and with real mother fuckiGN super ass
regularity; Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!! WHY in the cunt chewing name of the
great Goddess, would I make up a story like this, just tell me why?
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SEE A LOT OF FISHERMAN AT THE WATER'S EDGE TODAY, SHERIFF, BUT I
DOUBT THAT THEY ARE THE GREEDY FISHERMAN OF STONE HARBOR, UP IN NEW
JERSEY, AND BACK IN TH ELAST CENTURY A WHILE AGO, BURIED IN THE
SECRET MISTS OF TIME CLOSETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATCHERS!!!!
Mother
fucking Jesus Christ Almighty, YO Dennis!
Reality,
son? Show me how anyone can prove they have a corner on that, and
I'll kiss their dirty rotten fucking ass or anything else they could
ever wish for me to do, that is for the most part, within legality of
course; Sheriff sir!
Hey
Dawn-Marie King, YO; you may not want to hear it, and Cuba and her
screwed up dad from Camden, and then Atlantic City, may try and fake
out a lot of things, but remember; you're
dealing with a mother fucker who has been the victim of some really
ultimate and quintessential fake outs from even before Resorts all
began.
Am I talking to myself in elevators here, Mister Jack L&O McCoy;
when I say that this dates back to the older times of such tunes,
Mister Beretta sir, such as “Ode 2 Angelique”???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well I don't look fourteen any longer, Mister Casino and Liz
Prostihooks, BUTTTTTTTT, I don't look all that old either. I do feel
like I am about 133 however, and won't begin to fucking lie to any of
you about that, not for a fucking New York minute, Mister Flash
Splash Trash, of all beaches and fool farty pool
parties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No one says you have to hear it, old kids,
new kids, Steve Marcus, or Dawny-Girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, LADS AND LASSIES!
'HIFISAF'---AMP---1995-2016
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I
have some new weird peeps next to me I think. I am going to see
what's what on Friday, when Resident Manager Debra Marotto has
working hours here at the building. When I know more, you out here
will as well.
They
really poured it on off and on over there with doors and power tools
yesterday Wednesday, off and on. From 3:30-3:45, it really went nuts.
When I check the DOW JONES chart, I'll bet we'll all find that major
shit was ongoing with the markets at this time, and other times late
in the morning as well.
Cool
hair cut you got Sheriff. I too am overdo for one, and no longer keep
it looking like al Einstein any longer, as we all grow up; except for
distant cousins of mine. WEEEEEEE!!!!
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!
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”!
2006-2015,
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THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, AND THE COMPUTER HACK AT THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, I CANNOT EVEN
PRINT UP THE FUCKING PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!
MOTHER
FUCKING DIRT BAG JERK OFF DICK LICKING ENEMIES JUST CRASHED MY
OPEN-OFFICE PROGRAM, KIND SHERIFF SIR, AT ABOUT 2:35 THIS MOTHER
FUCKING THURSDAY MORNING!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MAGNESONIC;
SCAN WHOEVER IS MAKING MY LIFE A CONTINUAL NON FUCKING CUNT ENDING
BURNING NIGHTMARE SHIT EATING FUCKING HELL, AND DESTROY THEM, AND
THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY, AND ALL WHO THEY MOTHER FUCKING LOVE AND
CHERISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! USE ALL ORDERS,
TECHNOLOGIES, AND SEQUENCES.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189 UNDER CG-18, AND STOP.
I
have gone back on a mother fucking cunt eating roll for mahjor
computer hacking persecution. Please notice kind Sheriff Mascara sir,
how this goes on a cyclical roll of about a week on, and a week off,
for this nasty ass mother fucking persecution; kind sir!!!!
Same
mother fucking cyclical cunt chewing roll every single day the dam
stock market cunt eating trades. Whenever it is going way up or way
down, let's pick on Mark Wayne Mohr, says the dirt bag mother fucking
milituforce, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
AM GETTING SUPER MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' SICK AND TIRED OF THIS GOD DAM BULL
SHIT, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, SEC, ACLU, AND 'FUCKIGN' CUNT FBI, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's
going to be a
lot of dead mother fuckers
all over this god dam fuckiGN planet, if you don't pussy eating leave
me cunt chewing fucking alone; you rotten ass maggot mucous
swallowing Milituforce mother fucking bastard bitches, YO!!!!!!!!!
Leave
it to shit fucking times such as these, for dirty rotten slut-shit
cunt-whore ugly bitch Janey sleazebrainsnotfondaheratall, to pick on
poor me with those fuckiGN slutty ones of hers. Allow me to cunt
phlegm rape, please kind great folks, BRAHHH!!! And all tattoo ads
the world over, I have no mother fucking 'regerts' in saying that; YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
HEY
THERE LOVELY KATHARINE; SUP BIG GIRL?
“We
can always get back to this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with
no help from NASA-CULT, or curly supergirls, and other movie related
things from these Rockford times or just after a bit; huh Naval
Officer Daddy Spaceplatforms?
YOU
MOTHER FUCKING GOT ME REAL DAM GOUUUUUUUUD; JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Holy Moly Molly Ringworm scratchers!!!
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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Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of TWB. Will they ever
repair this?
Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does
this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience!!!!
I
had recently purchased an automobile in Turnersville, New Jersey at a
Saturn dealership, and yes, it was a 1994 Saturn, purchased on the
moon landing day, that was yesterday to me, July 20, 1969; only this
was the anniversary, and not just any anniversary; but number 25, the
quarter century mark. YES, not 134, but 25. Remember
those two digits discussed with the five word sentence given in
earlier blog works, Mister Microsucks Hacker Diseascum, “IT
IS WHAT IT IS”??????????????
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
DATFILE XXVI TEOHIV / TMCAM / CB #13
The Epitome of Harassment Internet Version, CB
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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?
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GLOBAL
AUDIENCE IN SHADE RATIO:
My
travelers are busy whittle bees!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 3:36,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 80 DEGREES.
WIND
IS A STEADY-W AT 3, WITH NO GUSTS.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-77/L-75).
Knock
us all dead, lovely Patty-Paula King Dogroofs!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
I
am just so glad that I will never be Clueless Poolroy-95, or any of
his dam pals.
Now
he wasn't all bugged out with L&I-SVU 'Kasheestees', or other
paranoid delusions, but he was clueless. Just because he never said
stuff like: 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, does
not make him un-clueless, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He always
wanted to know how I did some of the things that I could do, at the
GAP Haddonwood pool; and looking back, I feel the only reason that
he joined the club was me, and my strange propulsion abilities. I
could be wrong; I said I feel, not I know!
Folks,
my across the hall nabes are a royal pain in my fucking pussy huffing
ass. I do not know who's over there, but doors begin to slam and then
I hear TV's and power tools. Why would both TV come on, and power
tools, day after day, I mean, did a PHA maintenance person move in
next to me, for fuckiGN cunt crissake, YO???????
But
this is only a continuing harassment fucking chain for this new day,
Sheriff Mascara sir. It began well before it was even light, with
another illegal telephone persecution where they squeal a loud
pitched monster fucking evil sound through my landline telephone
while it is off-hook. Then still before sun-up, came that illegal car
radio blaster thug outside of my window, and now this next door
fuckin shit, kind sheriff, so I think I should let you know that I am
declaring a major:
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If
I die on your watch, and the Medical Examiner says it is suspicious,
and these blogs surface, as I am doing my best to see that they do,
should indeed this happen to me; then
it will be a lot bigger of a mess for you to clean up,
with way more man-hours, than if you had just look out a little dam
bit for me, kind sir; and gotten these nightmare paid off enemy
people who are persecuting me, to stop before they kill me, via my
dangerously
high blood pressure.
You see in Florida, the medical industry sucks. I called my Doctor
back on Monday morning as I was told to do by the psych place last
Friday, but no appointment was scheduled until next Monday morning,
the 29th
day of the month. So if they pour on this harassment enough, I will
be dead on your watch this week.
My
life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skota, great drummers from
Hal Blaine and your young protege, fowl summer camp soapy mouth
language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding.
Since
I am under such monstrous surreal fucking supernatural outlandish
cunt chewing siege that is totally fucking cunt unrelenting; I am
going to tell something, as a retaliatory strike, that is dangerous
to say, and I need to remind anyone out here that this is not by any
means, an idea to use, nor is it my opinion to pursue any aggressive
or violent act against any laws of any land now or at any time, but
for informational purposes only, is it being written and this
knowledge being given. I think I will skate by on this with this
precursor prologue, as well as the protection from the First
Amendment to the United States Constitution.
During
World War 2, those who opposed us here in the west and were also
known as the enemy or the powers of the axis, such as Germany,
Japan, and some others of less consequence; had an idea that will be
mentioned, so that you won't think this is my personal idea, since
most think I am a looney bird, and thus, any idea coming from me is
simply nutty and fucking whack. Throughout history, all civilizations
either started out extremely inhuman to 99% of the less fortunate,
known in European circles as the surfs, and in more olden times than
those teen centuries, simply slaves, and no particular color or
anything else was involved. You could be green with fuckiGN purple
polka-dots, and be a slave, or whiter than a dam bunch of shaving
cream! One way or the other however, all evil empires would fall into
history, as I told President W.J. Clinton, in a letter to him, in the
early nineteen-nineties; that I wrote while I resided at Patricia
Meeker's rental home, on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USA. My
point is that either sooner or later, all empires are monstrous and
horrible, all leaders always become absolutely evil and corrupt, and
the 99 percent majority ALWAYS need to eventually rise up and
overthrow, or accept their total slavery and eventual obliteration of
the entire corrupt empire. But after sufficient time passes, it
becomes inevitable I would suppose, that a really smart empire would
come to rise up that would understand this cycle and figure out
possible ways to break it and remain evil and monstrous and keep the
99% of the nobody population down and under their boots, endlessly,
or by their way of thinking, hopefully dam near endlessly! It really
wasn't all that ingenious, but it is a lot like a lightbulb filament.
We can look back decades and decades in hindsight after this was
successfully invented and go gee, what's the big deal? But before
anyone invented it, it took many brains many thousands of hours, all
experimenting and failing, over and over, until finally, the right
shit was discovered after enough trial and error and experimentation
was all so exhaustively done. So it may appear as I go on explaining
just how this present one percent secret covert dictatorship operates
so seemingly smooth and perfectly, keeping their huge population of
slaves all nice and neat and perfectly in line and obedient; to be a
1-2-3 easy idea and concept, remember as with the light-bulb filament
please peeps, this was quite an original new concept an d idea, and
it has worked, and will go on working for decades to come, because
all the screaming Alex Jones and Mark Mohr soap box shouters, aren't
putting any real dent at all into that large majority that we have
put away as a potential great weapon against our horrendous fucking
wealthy owner/oppressors! If you have not guessed that I am about to
say the word “ENTERTAINMENT'',
then why not do yourself a big favor, and just stop reading my blog,
and for that matter, stop reading all of them, as you are not wasting
your time, but you are most fucking definitely wasting your own time,
and that is a dam promise, from me to you, kind person!!!!
When Hitler rose to power, near the beginning
of the nightmare, he said and I am quoting this, and ask your history
teachers and professors, or ask your kids to ask them, but YO, do it,
check me out folks; “Give
me Hollywood America, and I will take over the world in under a year
for sure, no bombs dropped at all”.
This is the absolute truth, so help me in the name of King Akoslem,
(The lord Jesus Christ, son of the Almighty and true GOD)!!!!
Now I can print these words, and I can post up this blog;
but I cannot make you get
the powerful seriousness of what is being said,
let alone make a dam solitary soul believe one word you read, YO!!!!
I love my country more than anyone can ever know, or at least what my
country was originally all about. BUTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTTTTTTTTT;
when it is time to tell the truth about things, then it is time! So
allow me to press on still further, kind folks.
Does
anyone need further illustrations or guidance, as to why I told about
entertainment being used, to keep the cycle of people revolting
against oppression? In case some do, I will be quick and deadly
descriptive about this for you. Crissake people, all most of you care
about is talent shows and movies and music and the entertainment
bizz, and on top of that, you're all so caught up with the lowest
scum of the Earth, or 100 years ago that is what my ancestors called
ENTERTAINERS. My Great aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin to this day is
known by the owners of Hollywood, and was a very talented and well
known reader of plays, which almost a century back in time, was as
big a deal as your newest action movies or the best digital blue ray
or whatever players you all buy to view this garbage on. Hollywood
says jump and you all scream out, “How
high”,
in competition, to see who out there on Hollywood Boulevard hears you
first and wants to put you in their newest stupid ass talent show!
This
is true power,
and my fuckiGN asshole cousin knows all this only too well. Just ask
big hair Don, as he won't bother lying about it. He'll give it to
anyone of you straight up, and it maybe the
only thing he will ever give to you;
but he will give it to you on that count, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With
the billionaires, and the Hollywood mind and society
shaping/controllers, all teaming up; as they did many decades ago,
and the AXIS POWERS ALL KNEW THIS WELL, after Mister Hitler figured
these details totally out; he knew that the little peons would be
under the control of all of this, and literally beg for this garbage
to be fed to them, off the scraps of these poisonous and serpent's
venomous tables from hell. But go on stupid dummy sheeple out there;
you laugh, and call people like Alex Jones and me nuts and cukes all
you want to. Maybe it will make you feel real cozy and great, deep
down inside. What a rotten trade off though. Be a slave and actually
believe you're enjoying it. You're literally mother fuckiGN making
passionate love to your captors and jailors and MASTERS for the sake
of fucking god almighty, YO!!!! DUMB-DUMB-DUMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
if they stop picking on me, I'll stop these kind of
REVENGE-BLOGS!!!!!!!!
My
chocking condition as you know came on me suddenly at 10:30 Post
Meridian, the night of 4 June, in 1983, while I was residing in a
rental split level home on Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG. Because these mother fuckers insist on legally committing
murder and killing me by taking away my medications, Mizz Bondi,
Attorney General; MAJOR SECRETS WILL ALL COME OUT, FIRST TO THE
DEPARTMENT OF VITAL STATISTICS, THEN I AM HEADING TO THE NYU BEFORE
THEY CAN KILL ME, AND BRING A LOT OF PROOF
OF WHAT COUSIN DONALD SUSPECTED ABOUT ME ALL ALONG, THAT I WAS, AND
AM, A TRAVELER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what your wonderful Project Bluebook has been covering up since it
shut down operations in December of 1969,
at the exact time contact was made directly with me
by
the Almighty Goddess of this universe and beyond,
the
GREAT SARAH JEHOVAH KRASSLE.
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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!!!!!!!!!!
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)!!!! 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)!!!! 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)!!!! 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)!!!! 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)!!!!
A
LOT OF SECRETS THAT WILL VINDICATE MY MURDER, WILL COME OUT, UNLESS
THEY CAN GET TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE,
AND DESTROY MY COPYRIGHTED BOOK ON TAPE, FROM
1994, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”.
IT TALKS ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS THAT WERE DIRECTLY TAKEN FROM ME
AFTERWARD, FROM EXIM
RATIOS
TO FLYING
CONCERTS
TO SUPERGIRL
SARAH KRASSE'S,
TO
MAGICAL LAB-TECHNICIANS.
LAST NIGHT, PEOPLE; I WAS BACK AT THE RPL STUDIO, IN A PARALLEL
UNIVERSE; WHERE THE GAP MIZZ
JESSICA GRANT
WAS MY BOSS. IT WAS ABOUT 7:55 IN THE MORNING. DON'T ASK ME WHICH
MORNING, OR FOR THAT MATTER, PAULA UWICH; DON'T
EVEN ASK ME WITCH MORNING.
STILL; A LOT OF THINGS ARE GOING ON SHERIFF, AND IF YOU STAND BACK,
AND ALLOW MY MURDER SIR, WELL; IS THAT NOT A FORM OF COMPLICITY, KIND
SIR? I'M JUST ASKING!!!!
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Ever
since August 15, 1986, the
parallel of,
ME
UP,
and the DOW
JONES DOWN,
the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB UP,
and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN;
as well
as the exact
opposite of this parallel-event with these four items,
being, ME
DOWN,
and the DOW
JONES UP,
the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB DOWN,
and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB UP.
You can translate UP and DOWN with the sports teams as follows:
DOWN=LOSING,
and UP=WINNING.
The stock market speaks for itself, as what is down and winning,
unless of course you have short positions trading, and that is not
part of the lesson today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where
the hell is any help in this nation,
when people need it? It so totally amazes me just how fucked up this
system is, and how the
entire world laughs at America.
Ever wonder how on one hand, we can be the most powerful nuke nation
on this planet; yet so we remain so totally fucking impotent, on just
about anything, and everything dam else??? It is the quintessential
fucking conundrum of anybody's dam philosophy. Am I really so sick or
so wrong, Sheriff, sir?
Thank
you for reading Morianity kind people. Hay,
I may be a crazy lunatic;
I merely can prove to you mathematically, what the odds are, that
this is not what is true, verses what I feel is true; and I would
gladly at any time be willing, if I could trust the fuckiGN source of
it; to have all of these things tested mathematically, and in any dam
laboratory scientifically!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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