“I'm lyin' I'm dyin'”, said Wayne Rigsby Senior's lovely boozer girlfriend, on that super now defunct TV-show, 'The Mentalist'. I try to keep it real and true and accurate, so like she says, “I'm lyin' I'm dyin'”!!!!

A lot of people think my entire story for ten years is a lot of mother fucking gobbledegook. I would fight and die on any fucking ass battlefield on this planet for their right to believe this, to think this, to say this, even right to my face while laughing at me and jeering, just so long as they don't get right into my face illegally. Even then, exceptions would be made for lovely physical female people who stand real close and slobber all over me with their delicious love juice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dawn King would do this a lot, thinking she was hurting me. Sorry Dawn, I was eating you fucking up girl, LITERALLY, YO!!!!

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To all haters of poor old Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr; “I DON'T WANNA' HEAR IT”. Fuck allays!!!!

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Ann King would probably goddess dam say, “Big whoop”. My cunt chewing bastard mother fuckiGN NABES FROM HELL are going to annoy me all weekend, with these illegal cock sucking roach sleaze guests of theirs, guessed in powerful Astral World guessing games, or NAUT, Miss AT&T Blake from May of 1983, my BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Constant in and out doors since 7 this mother fuckiGN ass morning, loud voices in the hallway, and when that illegal mother fucker is living in James' illegal STORAGE-APARTMENT, as he is again since yesterday; there is a bicycle out in the lobby area of this floor, neat the elevators from hell, and all Hollywood movies everywhere, huh 'Washcloth Shortsink Tawfers'????

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, from Taylor Cottage where Mister McNulty and I did a lot of fucking AHA-AHA-AHA-ing, to my mother's great OTHER non Harrah Casino non Atlantic city coworker, Stephanie Taylor, who sang my Love Is For Carpenters Song back early in 1984 over at 506 Robin Hill Apartments when I was in my tween-stay as I call it, of the three stays in these garden apartments, YO!!!!!!! No wonder I get so much spurious activity at the northeast Fort Pierce Publix for cryin' out loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have picked up a civil rights violating WAIT-HACK, FCC, FBI, ACLU, and World Hague Court Tribunal system. There is a hesitation before anything responds, but it does respond. Now it seems to have stopped since I typed this mother fuckiGN sentence, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI. NOW IT HAS COME BACK. I AM GOING TO BOOT OFF AND THEN BACK FUCKING ON, YO YO YO!!!!!!!! A CHILD CAN FUCKIGN SEE WHY THE MILI-2-FORCE AND HALLS FAWCES HIT ME. I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE FUCKING TAYLOR CREEK PUBLIX OF NORTHEAST GODDESS DAM FORT PIERCE, YO YO YO YO YO. These cunt chewing bastards sure seem to know shit that I don't know, huh Mister Serial-Killer, Mark Bruner????????? Well sir, next time I'm told how badly I stink in the Florida heat; I'll remind them of your handiwork and draw a comparative fucking reference, and then ask which they would prefer to have around them, you or me. Yeah maybe we all stink in one fucking way or another, DON'T WE?

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And boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, do I wish I had been right on that rock, so Diana and I can be together throughout all of dam ass forever, and I would wake up from this horrible nightmare dream here in hyperspace. Well, actually, I exist all over hyperspace, as do all of you, and leaving one little dream (lifetime) doesn't actually alter our reality in the endless fucking purgatory, one tiny bit.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty, YO!!!!

You get out of my mother fuckiGN face, dirt bag Jane Thistleweeds Sleazedisease, YO!!! That dam bitch almost caught me with another mother fuckiGN pig shit page eleven of eleven, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh I am so fucking scared of you two, Paula and Sarah. FREAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shut the front door; Bones McNulty!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Welcome to the world of Palm trees and jerk offs from paradise. Don't ever come to Florida to live, if you're a poor person. Simply put, life here just is not for you. It would be like trying to crash an A-List CELEBS party or Trumps powerful pals of the Scott Ransom Club in some back room cigar deals room. Just forget it, because things won't work out for you, kind people!

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Still, being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015. But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHEN YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING. AND TO QUOTE LOVELY LETICIA TILLEY OF EGG HARBOR CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA, “HEY GIRL”, I COULD STARE AT YOUR AWESOME BEAUTY FOR A MILLION YEARS STRAIGHT!!!

I am thinking about standing under a thunderhead cloud with a huge 440 volt wiring system, as I used to do up at Roadway and Cifaloglio back earlier this century. I would hold the very thickly insulated wires with all those electrons zooming around inside them, and say, “Hey Diana my endless love, come to your little boy, I need you around me so much, lovely baby-blond”!!!!!! Even on days when absolutely no stormy weather at all was predicted by meteorologists who are schooled for years on their discipline; if I would do this, and I mean 5 out of 5 times, LIGHTNINE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE, THE SKIES WOULD DARKEN, AND A BIG BEATUIFUL STORM WOULD COME UP OUT OF NOWHERE. Diana would make lovely colors, and lovely fractal patterns of all kinds for me, for hours and hours. I swear that this is all true Wayne Rigsby and girlfriend. “I'm lyin', I'm dyin'”!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MORIANITY---1995-2016

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

You need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century, THE TRUMAN STORY and LAWN MOWER MAN-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well people, believe whatever you like about me, my story from hell, and these ten years of blogs now, making up both original Morianity, as well as the After Morianity Project---(AMP). This is all just reality, son!!!!!!!!!!

A week from now, Patty and Merry, I will say to you, “Happy Halloween”. Then around seven or eight weeks further down the road, with or without crossed off driving instructions; I'll be saying to you two wonderful people, “MERRY CHRISTMAS”. WOW THAT, R. H. Macy!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, boy do I live in a mother fucking barnyard of total fuckiGN ass pigs, great BLOGAUD out there, YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I ask you now, right up front, after all of ten years and 46+ if we count it back to the great Atlantic City festival before moon landing day, James T. Burr; what is missing here other than for a sound button that would make computers automatically do a Norman Lear famous toilet flush, and maybe a quick video of Sammy Davis Junior smacking a big one on Archie Bunker's cheek?????????????????? Jesus Christ!

They're mother fuckiGN making my weekend total goddess dam shit eating hell. What else is new AG and Sheriff, as if you even fucking care one tiny bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEY; get nine ofem ''4 all I give a shit''; Cuzz Don!

These mother fuckiGN bastards are gonna' kill me, Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'd be willing to bet half a dozen great sheriff's that my world has been thoroughly fucking rocked by the epitome of vicious criminals for six solid fucking decades now, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0250

DATFILE: 101911.965------(October 19, 2011)

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

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This was the worst mother fucking day for me in a very mother fucking long time rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!! I will tell you that before I tell anything, clock MISS-BITCH Fonda attacks, klutz attacks, death android-angel, and other major fucking negative indicators of doom and destruction for me, ARE ON A MOTHER FUCKING ROLL, I JUST GOT STRUCK A FEW MINPERS AGO BY MISS BITCH AT ELEVEN MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN POST MERIDIAN. Last night a nice beautiful lightning storm was around, and many times following any happiness for me such as with this, THE 'WOMO' hammers me, nails me, drills me, reams me, pummels me, and brings to the table if Dawn King doesn't throw it at me or the NASA choppers, all manner of carpentry tool attacks, PAWM-PIE-ETOSS attacks, and LOIS FOCA assaults!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the reasons are obvious to supposedly “Mentally-Ill” persons such as myself, at least if you have been following the fucking local and world news lately with any regularity at all, things must be covered up you know, like fucking DUH, we all know this old non Esolph's non fable, colored at any mother fucking color, dollar, tower, or cover-up.

THIS WAS THE WORST FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MUFF SLEAZE DIVING DAY AT MY WORK SITE, EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROBLEM IS THAT NOT ALL THESE PEOPLE CAN BE HOLLYWOOD ACTORS, AND WEAR PERFECT FUCKING POKER FACES, SO I KNOW SATAN HIMSELF IS ALIVE AND WELL, AND WORKING DIRECTLY THROUGH THESE FOLKS UP AT 25TH FUCKING STREET, YO!!!!!!!!!! Let me fucking ass elucidate, roaring lions and Duma Argon slip lip news anchors without 'The Permission Barrier' Diarrhea Attacks, all totally Library of Congress, notwithfuckingstanding, players!!!!!!!!!!

Just to let the guilty bastards know that I know exactly and mother fucking precisely what is up, I will say things so that those who did not plan to be involved in my endless fucking miseries, will not understand a thing being said.

The talk overheard between Tim and me by BIG RED, resulting in the Nazi, Germany Gestapo OPS in the meeting. Then when I was able to make good and buy the shit, I was the only AARP employee not brought up to sign the hours sheet so that I can be paid, and when I complained, my 15 minute meetings with the man who I never would have told jack squat anything if BIG LINDA hadn't broken my arm months ago to in fact go and tell him what happened to me in 1969 with 'Paula' Multiples, was terminated, and I was placed under a microscope and drilled and pumped for information. I thought you were my friend, Daddy Carpenter, I think your kid is killing me pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I could be a sick crazy paranoid nut case, but before I am absolutely judged, and the gavel is slammed down; let us seriously look at the news over the past days, weeks, months, years; especially the most recent revolting Palm Bitch Beach scandal with other even sicker KINGS, QUEENS, and IMPOSTERS, huh Ralph and Sandy, or has 28 years gone by yet, CALI-KALI, black and get even???????????????????????????

Giant pussy is crawling around all over. I am shorter than 90% of the females in Florida. Fellows of the north, Oli and Carol, and all transdimensional doppelgangers, etcetera; YO; if you are not close to six feet tall, and have been abused by one or more large women in your life, don't fucking move down here to the sunshine growth state, yo, UNLESS, you like to get your fucking ass kicked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM POSITIVE THE DOW JONES IS CLOSE TO 12k NOW. It is so pathetic to see the group making noise, and not containing a clue what they are fighting, or who. Pathetic. Oh well, SSDD, or SOSO-WEIN?????????????????

Well, Joe King is in jail until next year, Jesse copied me and ran away down here to Florida shortly after I did, yes JAMES T. BURR, “I do effect people”, you said a mother fucking mouth full years ago, but then, so did Ralph and Sandy, and other beach sweepers, barnacle pier removers, and hopefuls in presidential races!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then it was a different Jesse who started things rolling into hellfire for me today up at 25^th and Hoods. You see peeps, the chemtrails, my blogs, and the recent news; cannot be disputed; and really needs no buzzards, or Jenifer Plageman landlady nightmares. Long from now, even if I totally vanish, the truth will not; as truth cannot. I did not make this claim, or several others, Empire Julia Dawn Allknower!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are no coincidences, and the recently used word amongst the Christians that is spreading, 'Godincidnece'; also agrees with me 100%. They do not say, “Oh that fucking Mark, he is right”, of course not, but this is still the same thing. Still, I am never disappointed with anyone in my entire family any longer, and merely now wonder, if the FBI guy, the Mexican/Guatemalan illegals of Berryville, or someone else; has my many Jekyll/Hyde fits from the nineteen eighties, on cassette tapes, boxes and boxes of them? I am not trying to sweep sand, buy hotels, or copy hellish lives for profit, after helping in the creation of them to begin with. You come on down and fucking land, Donald Bassler; you scardy-cat-U!!

Get mad at me if you want to, PP; but I can tell you right now, why you and me, and all others like us; stay down and poor. We let the rich get their way, who do you think really is behind all of our fights? But no, don't expand your mental horizons on my account old pal, stay happy, and stay broke, just as I will; as they are like the smart Italian race bud, they stick together whether they hate each others guts or not, as they know the system. you and me, well; what is in your wallet, as Crapital Scum Bank would put it so eloquently, my friend, sir??????????????????

Well, Karen Tools, I have only just begun, but will save parts 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera, for another blog, YO.

END TRANNY, SICK TWISTED, OLD GRANNY.

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM

If these mother fuckiGN jerk offs do this way past midnight, AGAIN, I AM CALLING MOTHER FUCKING 911, TO PRESS FUCKING CHARGES FOR ILLEGAL FUCKING SHIT, and all SHITsapookna, as I know th edam fucking noise laws after midnight, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I try to stay a normal human being, Bruce Allen Fucking Pennock, my other old early-seventies pal from Wormhole Cooley Hall, next to the livery, on on the same property of the Bancroft Neural Health System, now defunct, as is the Turnersville Pathmark, and so many other great CROSSED OVER AND CROSSED OFF HISTORY MARKERS. Jesus fucking Goddess Almighty for dam ass crissake; why am I persecuted 24-7-365.2422, WHY WHY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' WHY, JIMMY, AND UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE OF 1984, YO YO YO!!!!!

Oh by gash by golly, transdimensional Holly, and all computer classes of Florida, wow was that quite an experience almost 3 years back in mother fucking time, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EXPLORATRONS are behind a lot of things. Actually, if you think long and hard on it, this is the entire mother fucking reality; and I was first man at the gate to tell officially, all of this monstrous hell to the world, in an open forum; such as a life-blog, on the internet!

Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind the OZ CURTAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. Ouch Rosie girl, let me escape to Krassleville at the bottom of those long cement stairs leading down behind and under the City Municipal Building into that small little miniature lake for very tiny peeps; Sherry-Lee. Then we can start to look for some Christmas trees to put nearby the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. I don't know about any crocodile's but I feel like a “DONE-DEAL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The really great formula in this multiverse is kept on the QTDL by Powerful Scott Ransom People, AKA (PSRP). MILITUFORCE=jerk off PIGS! Put that on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!! Yes folks, kept on the quiet-down-low, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, stop calling me and tell Uwich I could care less about anyone in this world after what I have been put through, sisters!!!!!!!!!!

Mister Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton, seem to be one of several major things that occurred in late '82 and early into '83 that forever altered my nightmare fucking life. The mighty airplane flying Everett Simpson of New Jersey and his great Warwick Auto Sales, and shit that was all interconnected with these three peeps, I have always known is not a nothing subject, and just because I cannot put my fucking finger directly on something, I do believe in LIFE-POINTS. From the second these peeps and I began interacting, my life really altered fast. Not just because I went from 1802 Robin Hill, to Atco, New Jersey at 134 Norris Avenue; but because things had become obvious to anyone with the 'perception' of a turd chewing little baby, I was being carefully watched and every movement totally scrutinized, by “someone, or something”; Kraptain Lurk. I could feel it without having any skin on my bones. This all began with me cutting off all television and radio, for the most part. I also shut off the Privecode machine and told all callers to call me twice and let the phone ring twice, and then call back a third time, and if I am home, I will pick up. Before I knew it, I was very ill with a mysterious idiopathic medical condition, that to this very day almost 31 full years in the future, is with me still, no change, not one bit better or worse, with only one medication that keeps me alive and going. My enemies know this and have tried over and over to cut me off this only lifeline to separate me from a tortured slow lingering agonized death, much like that of my mother's. Some have suggested it was all because of this machine from the International Mobile Machines Corporation. If this is so, they owe me so many millions of dollars for what they put me through, I would be able to spend a lifetime trying to count individual dollars. My hair tends to stand up on edge, when peeps are abruptly and forcefully, called to our national's capitol. This is exactly what happened to the entire owners of this outfit in late 1984 or the start of 1985 somewhere, when I had an appointment to go over and talk to them, while residing in Cinnaminson, at 1406 Highland Avenue, Mister McLeod, sir. Let me break now, and run over for a few donuts and some hot chock.

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.

THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, so fuck it, I'm not head banging any longer or fist pounding either, Misses freaking Marola! Maybe it is time for me to leave a quick message for you when you go to Walmart in that cool disguise I saw you wearing that day at the Plaza, 25 years after I tried to get there and ended up at Jerry's Gas Station, instead, WOW, is life wonderful or what, folks???????????????????? ***OH***SHIT***!!!

Time to say BYE-BYE, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!!!!

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Yes King David, Talk about wanting to freaking wash your hands! Holy mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire; but I am done.

You got me JANE WORE MONSTER-SLAPPER WITCH-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! Let me compensate for your diseased 1993 attack on me at the Atlanta, Georgia fucking ball-park!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There are some things that need to be said. One by one, they are going to all get spoken; so know that, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!! I want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey's class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

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Now this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young lab-tech assistant. He seemed to do the very same thing with her, up in the future by 20 years give or take, that he did only a few years away with Donna Summer, naming his ugly harbor tub, the PRINCESS, right after I copyrighted my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT PROJECTS, really the first one in 1988, misspelled on the copyright forms, and is why the words 'sic' appear on the title block on these forms that I now will re-post so that you can all see; which stands for Spelled In-Correctly. When patters continue to reflect a repeating item of anything is happening, the odds increase exponentially, that it is all just up in someone's mind or just a big ass fucking coincidence. One time, that's one thing, but then there came Mister Macy. Now at this point of things, I was at Jenny's Park and living a hermits life, not yet blogging on the net, as I had yet to meet Chris Bennett, who started all of this by telling me that maybe I need to do this to tell my story. But my real point on all of this is that all this time I had no clue how this was all done, or even a clue as to why. Now with the ESS, it all comes together so incredibly, that to quote the CCR Band of the sixties, I can feel this thing's fucking disease. And no, Jane and her weeds are not the only disease in town, not with all of this shit for the past 30-60 mother fucking years, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What folks do not know or understand, is anything about the ESS. This is not a bunch of aliens from distant expansion points that access wormholes or any other silliness. This is all EXPLORATRONS of the TYPE-3 advanced section, and nothing is being done for good or for bad, but merely all is a huge GAME, and this is to distract those who know, that there is no way to ever reach oblivion, ''NIRVANA''!!!!!!!

WHY NOT GET TO KNOW ABOUT MY MAJOR recurring nightmare school, THAT WAS FINALLY FOUND WHILE I WAS KINDNAPPED BY THE MIGHTY KING BRANCH OF TAWF-70, YOUR EM!!!!!!!!!!

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And if I know so much about what DREAMS really are, then why have I not as of yet chosen to discuss the topic of what causes the serial and recurring and dream within dreams, dreams, you may be all wondering right about now, so allow me please to tell you the answer. I will do my very best, so here goes, good folks, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

''YIP''.

Oh good lord and 25 cents, Lenny and miss Blake, what do all of you want with me, I will gladly give it up, YO????????????????????

As you see people, I dreamed THE MENTALIST SHOW before there was THE MENTALIST SHOW, or shall I say, I dreamed Patrick Jane, who I never ever knew in this life. He was a repairman and an accomplished games expert, as my blogs called him. From this, the show suddenly magically just popped up.

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ALONG WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!

Holy Hannah, where is arm breaker Keisha and lovely Disney Loca, Anna Blacklotts??????????????????? How I remember those great talks with Doctor Coryell, he didn't snub this poor old janitor, right Andy Gaines and Bernie Derakowski? Dock Green was cool as well, over at the IMR research place near the Ferry Avenue High Speed Line Train Station, that had a stop right near the World Labs Apartments of 1969, the farm outside of Haddonfield Robin Hill Apartments, the in-between nearby place called Cooley Hall just off KINGS HIGHWAY of historic Haddonfield, New Jersey, King George sir, well you remember me from a long time ago so go get Pat's candles and we can talk old tax collector; and yes, Lindenwold, the final stop, near the building where in a transdimensional universe, my lovely lightning struck at building where Weber's stands today in this universe, with her awesome gorgeous bright orange lightning channel of electrons that just kept running hot, up and down the channel. How I love you so, my wonderful moon goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I do need your codes to show, baby love. Bob McDowell, FCC, the WOMO FUCKING 100 MPH JOHNNY FASTER MILI-2-FORCE IS ATTACKING MY MOUSE AGAIN, SIR, AT 9 MINUTES FUCKING CUNT SHY OF NINE THIS SUNDAY ASSHOLE MORNING, KIND SIR AND OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT THEY DON'T STOP, MILLIONS WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MISERABLE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' JANE WHORE NOTFONDAUONEBIT, JUST GOT ME MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' AGAIN; YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! This time with the mother fuckiGN clock on the computer screen at 2:11. Remember, my cunt chewing clock on the PC is an hour behind. I stopped trying to reset it to savings time, so half the year it runs an hour slow and I have to just fuckiGN mentally add the hour to make it the correct pussy huffing time, due to endless mother fucking hackers from hell!

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I swear to the mother fuckiGN gods; I'll put this bitch in her grave, for what she pulled on me, that dam ass night, at the Atlanta, Georgia, USA fuckiGN cunt baseball park; with that zooming in clock attack, at eleven-eleven!!!!!!! What a rotten whore you are, J---A---N---E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

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John J Crowley's entire criminal record

The man who ripped me off in 1979, with the tow truck deal: What a fucking prick!!!!

Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043

Race:	White
Sex:	Male	Eyes:	Blue
Height:	6'0	Hair:	Brown
Weight	205 lbs.	Age/DOB:	4/12/1947

Offense or Statute

Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996

Alias(es)

JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL

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WELL LENNY, YOU WERE ONE PERSON WHO KEPT A PART OF YOUR PROMISE, EVERY ONE ELSE WAS 100 PERCENT A FUCKING LIAR. HAY, LET'S TAKE A MAGIC ROADTRIP SOON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise not to tell any more about skating rinks, color codes, hup cap damage, fires, or monster-ass-recordings so what do you say???????????????????????????????

Still, that day in early 1962 at the Richland Grammar School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, taught me not to put 100% stock even into those great lyrics, if I do have to say so myself. I tried to do it worse as well, and got into the same amount of trouble, © Office, so go figure, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Come on, be nice, gentlemen!!!!!!!!

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How would you like to run into these dudes; kiddies?

There's lots of really bad mother fuckers out there, in this old dam rotten ass world, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Bum Classification, CHAPTER 00004

Shortly after eight this fucking evening, that bastard illegal came slamming in and played his subwoofer music shit, not too loud, but you always know it is this particular fucking idiot ass. But there is another reason I know it, not just his music choices and door slamming. ROACHES. This mother fuckiGN illegal son of a bitch, brings roaches into my apartment, AND IT IS NOT FUCKING CUNT FAIR; Mizz Debra Marotto, Resident goddess darn manager, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

No matter how many poison fucking pills you drop under shit in each room, or roach hotels you put around corners; when this mother fuckiGN dirt bag illegal prick comes in, SO DOES HIS COCK SUCKING 'FUCKIGN' DIRTY BASTARD ROTTEN ASS ROACVHES, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!

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OCTOBER 23,2015,

THURSDAY NIGHT AT 9:57,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY------(H-83/L-73).

WIND IS ESE AT 7, WITH GUSTING TO 31.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 80.

AND LOVELY PATRICIA IS A HISTORY MAKER,

JUST LIKE SHE ALWAYS HAS BEEN, OH WORLD!!!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

MARK WAYNE MOHR

FOR EXACTLY WHAT; I AM NOT YET SO SURE, YO!!!

Inmate Alice Ciminelli said it all, on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick Wooooooolf's Law & Order. She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's for short), “They have all the power”! Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and category, can be thought of as the quintessential anti-bums. They also are known as 'AKA', the WORLD OWNERS/CONTROLLERS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. You only thought you knew these fuckiGN dam truths so well, lovely Donna Summer, oh latengrate one. Mister big shot. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Cut me a giant jerked off break pweeeeeeeeeeze, Mizz Margie Leo from goddess dam 1985, YO. TANKS!!!!

NO SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!

Maybe it's your browser, YO. And then again, maybe it's your knees; Mark Wayne Mohr. Actually my lovely goddess Gina didn't say ''maybe''. She knew when we were playing BABYSITTER that day at the hotel I used to work at in 1984 and into early 1985, The McIntosh Motor Inn of Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USA, that it was my puny weak body giving out as she pushed against me, and I went straight into the wall. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In 1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party, and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, Jim and I were escaping Halloween parties that were quite hellish, and he had just left his crib in Gloucester City, New Jersey, where Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in there Huntington's. And today all day was drilling and hammering by maintenance men, but hey, they're just trying to fix up this fucking rats and roach trap, so who's to complain, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, YO BRAHHH!

Just shoot this poor old frikkin' horse 4-crissake, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And here I thought I was a poor old horse to be shot!

Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!

As I said, Jim Burr had just left his crib in Gloucester City, New Jersey, where Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around. Maybe it beats this mother fucking hell hole joint right now, with this illegal mother fucking going SLAM-SLAM-SLAM all mother fuckiGN night long like a total git bag piece of shit pig!!!!!!!!!!!! How about some goddess dam help here, PAM?

There will be some punishment for this shit!!!!

I TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!

There is no way I could stay at Jenny's park or be working at Cifaloglio and living in Jersey. Not when all shit is connected together in a cosmic way and after all the other rotten shit all was meant to happen. I know this, but to explain all the fucking shit in my head, would take ten years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll just wash up and sign off now, Choke-hold Darius, and Rock Chucker Ann King Silva, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANE DICK LICKING DIRTBALL THISTLEWEEDS JUST FUCKING GOT ME REALLY REALLY GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD, LOVELY 1999 KEISHA, YO YO YO YO, WITH HER PAGE MOTHER FUCKING OF ELEVEN BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MUST THEREFORE COMPENSATE, LADS AND LASSIES, YO BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh the gods, do I wish I could leave this endless existence and find oblivion. I'd settle for my daughter PP being able to find me with her 74-WP device. But until then, I can always visit her by trancing out and going to the correct place in hyperspace where she lives as real as any of us live right here in this universe.

Yes that's right; this weather info doesn't contain the magical 'techrochauns' from Ireland that keep refreshing to the current date and time all by themselves.

So getting back to my mother and food. On the Astral Plane, both my parents have successful food businesses. My dad operates a diner chain called the ''Island Universe Diners of Akoslem'', and my mom operates the restaurant in the front of Ricktown Manor along Linelane-9910, called the ''Ricktown Manor Restaurant''. While my mother lived or really, dreamed here on this physical plane as my mother, off of the purgatory (Astral-Plane); she made a lot of food that made me get very fucking violently dam ill, ever since I sang in a choir at a Haddonfield, New Jersey church on Kings Highway, about a mile or just less from the Cooley Hall that I would later go to school at. She continued to make me sick with bad food and bad cooking for many years to come. Steve told me recently before he no longer could talk, that Patty and her were in many conspiracies together to keep me from ever knowing things that I needed to know, and to keep me endlessly dependent on my mother and as ill as possible without my suspecting anything. This topic is very ugly, very lengthy, very complicated, and will all be discussed in later blogs at later times, as the situation in future days warrant me to do so.

But let's speak a little while about physical verses astral planes of existence, my mother, and food; because a major situation is all tied into this and has been all throughout infinity. My teacher, Mildred B. Young from Cooley Hall, told me in 1972, that I need to watch out for my mother or she will dominate and control the rest of my life. In a strange way not bloggable, this all happened, as if she was the biggest prophet since biblical Daniel; but a lot more than this is happening here. First, the last sentence that I mother fucking just wrote was mysteriously hacked right off this blog, so here we fucking go again, ACLU, FBI, AG-PB, and Sheriff KJM! This is some stupid fucking FIREFOX update that is causing these recent hacks; so you need not worry; for those persons and agencies that I just listed. You're trying to type your mother fucking documents, and they could care less; constantly interfering with your shit, and making the shit stop writing while you are typing, and not just this, but any and all updating systems that suddenly just take over your machine. It is not fuckiGN fair, and it fuckiGN cunt stinks to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jim Burr used to talk about health a lot and had plenty of health issues. Neither one of us have legitimate health problems, they all have been given to us through very stealthy/supernatural fucking systems not understood yet by humankind.

Oh I am so fucking scared of you too, Paula and Sarah. FREAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shut the front door; Bones McNulty!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

And please; don't let the mighty Washcloth-TAWF clan, lock me up in either one of these horrible secret locations. 'JOJO' my hoho-asshoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANGER, DANGER, DANGER,

My mother used to say this back in 1973 and for several years after that. Shortly afterward, along came the great Incredible Hulk TV SHOW, and don't tell me that someone has not been listening in to my private life ever since the sixties, just please, OK?

HEY TAWF----------