BEGINNING
OF TRANSMISSION.
CHAPTER
0011
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
I
AM UNDER ANOTHER SUPER MAJOR DEATH ATTACK;
PEOPLE. BUT WHEN I TELL YOU THE SHOLE FUCKING STORY, GET READY TO
CRAP IN YOUR FREAKING DAM UNDERWEAR.
First
off, when a MAJOR UTILITY ATTACK STARTS,
WHICH INCLUDES MAJOR SUPER COMPUTER HACKING,
WHICH AS YOU KNOW, I EXPERIENCED EARLIER LAST NIGHT, WHILE ATTEMPTING
TO DO MY CHAPTER 0010 BLOG. Let me tell this in proper order, as
first was the blog and the super hacking last night, and then a
nightmare so horrible that it defies rational thought and then some,
and then after waking out of it and running to turn on my light, and
bang, a super brilliant flash was outside my window, and then
everything went dark, and I had no electrical power for a solid hour.
The nightmare was approximately at 3. I had just fallen asleep around
half past one or so. Then five minutes or less after running for the
light, it and all electric service went off following a brilliant set
of wild bright flashes. The stock market will rally up between 500
and 1000 mother fuckiGN points as a result of this horrible monster
death siege. Now I called 911, and a very nice lady calmed me
down,and told me she knew of the problem, and just to relax and
breathe, while they were going to effect repairs on a blown out
transformer along Route 1, near the building somewhere. This
building used to have its own fuckiGN back up generator, but during
th e last two transformer blown outages, we seem to have lost our god
dam fuckiGN back up generator. Ain't life just so grand and so dam
swift, Mister David Charles Roth, YO? Now this would have been
upsetting all by itself just waking up to this wild experience so
late at night, but coming off of this incredible nightmare and
needing to have a bright light on, and only getting one for a few
minutes; that is what took this totally off the mother fuckiGN top.
Do I believe this thing up on Federal Highway 1 just blew by some
random chance? No more than I believe I had two fucking crash-freezes
or whatever this new hacking is I am getting, FBI and FCC,
earlier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This pattern is 30 years old and by now,
I think I have earned the mother fucking right to know that when shit
happens together, boom boom boom, one thing right after another, this
ain't no fuckiGN random ass bad luck coincidence, BRO!!!!!!!!!!
This
shit lasted one hour almost right to the minute. I began this blog
five minutes after power was restored, as there is no sense trying to
sleep again after all this fuckiGN bull shit cunt lapping total
hell!!!!!!!!!! What you are now about to get mind blown away with,
kind folks; is the wild horror fucking show nightmare that ended just
as this transformer was about to blow, and shit like this can only be
pulled off by that powerful evil wicked fucking SARAH CALLIO, and her
warlock scum bag dirt ball pal, Robert McGuire. These people have
more power than god almighty and Satan put fuckiGN cunt together, and
I am witness and I attest to this officially, and will say this UNDER
FUCKING OATH, in any court, domestic, foreign, and transdimensional.
I was back again in that nightmare building owned by Trump. I had
been caught after running from lots of people chasing me,and was with
that giant beyond hot lovely goddess by the name of Shabetta, and
again, spelling this the way that it sounds, as unlike December
of 1969 with Sarah Krassle, she
did not spell her name out for me. So if you remember how I told all
of you who are reading these blogs, that in that last hyperspace
interaction (dream), I was unable to climb over some wall that I
needed to get over, and she was over it in a second, and then came
back and with one powerful hand, she grabbed me on my upper arm and
literally threw me up and over. But we only got about two more
minutes away, before I was no longer able to keep up with her and
some dirt bag guard banged a door right into me as I was running, and
knocked me sillier than shit, and I remember spitting out all of my
front teeth, upper and lower. I was forced onto a gurney and taken to
a torture-wing, and remember seeing the word, TORTURE-WING, in bring
green color on a bright black back drop, such as this: TORTURE-WING
700> and
don't ask me what the 700> meant, but I'll never forget seeing it.
It looked like all directional signs in hospitals, only they are
never in a bright shiny green color with a black under-tone. This one
was. I was wheeled into this wing and it took half an hour to finally
reach where I was to be placed on a very long table, three feet wide
and twelve feet or so long, would be my best guess. Trump walked in
just as a large slew of very nasty looking short doctors all were
gathering together. Trump said to them, we are going to take his
lungs out now, do you have all of your special scalpels? One by one,
as if in some military count off sound off, they replied in the
affirmative. Then my daughter walked into the room laughing raucously
as all shit. I kept saying to her, “Why are you doing this to me
Mariah”, over and over again, and she just kept right on laughing
loudly, and slapping her right thigh with her right had, so hard that
I thought she was going to take th edam skin off of her bones. Then I
felt myself going unconscious right in the dream, and began to
remember that this seems to be continuing, from where the 1970
nightmares on Cornwall Avenue, at child molester Tom Reale's Ventnor,
New Jersey house; all began. Sure enough, part of me remained
conscious but feeling no pain. They took out my lungs and they turned
them into washcloths, just as THAT FAMILY did to me in those mother
fuckiGN horrible cunt chewing summer time of 1970
nightmares from hell!!!!!!!!!!!
Like
I dick licking said, expect as much as a 1,000 point gain, to all
time record fuckiGN highs, on that
cheated
evil demonic fucking Wall Street stock market
today;
kind folks!!!!
When
I say anything about McGuire and Callio, these dirt bag slimy humping
MILF screwing toilet water drinkers, always pick on me heavy. This
happened back with Fred and Craig and Don from the Radio Shack, it
happened when I was locked up at th ewater company in Atlantic City
that day when I was showing the recording artist Billy Harner, the
place, which is public property, and also, I was nearly murdered on 7
February of 1997, at McGuire's scum bag bar on 10-SC avenue, just for
nicely walking in all friendly, and asking if he knew how I could
reach Sarah Karge to reminisce about the old days with her. This is
when they screwed with my mind with their ETTOS-POWERS of
Potter-Magic, and made me forget the name ''CALLIO'' right after
Sarah gave me that name while we briefly talked at McGuire's payphone
in that dumpy crummy bar of his!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC:
ALL
ORDERS AND COMMANDS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM.
YOU ARE SET TO FULL MAXIMUM POWER. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND I WANT
THESE ATLANTIC CITY HORRIBLE BASTARDS, WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED,
FOREVER.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
AND-----------------S-T-O-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
poor picked on pitiful pathetic person is about to die very soon. My
innocent fuckiGN cunt blood is on the hands of all the authorities
here in Saint Lucie County, Florida State, and the Federal Government
as well. My murder is illegal, no matter how much of your dirt bag
fuckiGN alphabet soup agencies may say otherwise, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alerts for Saint Lucie County
There
is 1
active alert issued for Saint Lucie County
-
BEACH
HAZARDS STATEMENT IN EFFECT
THROUGH 800 PM
Coastal Hazard Message
National Weather Service Melbourne FL
500 AM EDT Wed Oct 21 2015
, Choppy Surf And Rip Currents Expected Again Today,
Southern Brevard County-Indian River-St. Lucie-Martin-
Coastal Volusia County-Northern Brevard County-
500 AM EDT Wed Oct 21 2015
, Beach Hazards Statement In Effect Through 800 PM,
The National Weather Service In Melbourne Has Issued A Beach
Hazards Statement For Choppy Surf And Rip Currents, Which Is In
Effect Through 800 PM This Evening.
* Hazards, East-Northeast Winds Of 15 To 20 Knots Will Produce
Choppy Surf With Breaking Waves Up To 5 Feet. There Will Also
Be A Moderate Threat For Rip Currents.
* Timing, Today Through 800 PM This Evening.
* Location, The Central Florida Atlantic Coast From Flagler
Beach To Jupiter Inlet.
* Potential Impacts, Rough And Choppy Surf And Dangerous Currents
Will Be Present In The Surf Zone, Additionally There Will Be A
Moderate Danger Of Rip Currents.
Precautionary/Preparedness Actions,
A Beach Hazards Statement Is Issued When Threats Such As Rip
Currents, Longshore Currents, Rough Surf And Other Hazards
Create Life-Threatening Conditions In The Surf Zone. Caution
Should Be Used When In Or Near The Water.
Swimmers Should Check With Beach Patrol And Lifeguards For The
Latest Surf Conditions And Do Not Enter The Water Unless It Is
Advisable To Do So. Swim Only Within Sight Of A Lifeguard And
Never Swim Alone.
&& - Issue Time:10/21/2015 5:00:00 AM
- Valid Until:10/21/2015 8:00:00 PM
Coffee-Cream
people are not liked by the powerful people. I know this as sure as I
know that fucking Lenny McKinnon had a perfectly healthy bladder!!! I
am a proud mother fucking mix-raced person, or as I classify myself,
a COFFEE-CREAM. You know, as in there is the coffee, there is the
cream, and then there is the mixed folks like me, in whatever
fraction. In any
event and on any token from Boston to Hoboken, my dad was fuckiGN
ashamed of his dam roots, the dam buttwipe; and joined up with the
United States Merchant Marines, as a result, on his granny's
signature, when he was age sixteen; and left Toledo, Ohio forever,
with hatred and malice towards his entire clan. My mom told me in my
recording studio days at 1802 Robin Hill, that she could never ever
get my dad to talk about the family. There are lots of powerful
things going on here, and if this utility attack and all other
attacks do not cunt chewing cease and desist; then I will tell it
all, and beware weak hearts. Have your fucking nitro meds nearby if
you have a weak ticker an dread what I'll be god dam saying. I
promise you that you will indeed need this if you want to keep on
living. Even strong hearts won't need to do any treadmill work on the
day you read what I'll mother fucking print!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
ELEVEN OF
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS, HAS TERMINATED.
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SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE WELL; ''THE END''.
CHAPTER
0010
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
(MOST)
I
was up here doing some work, not blogging, and the mother fucking
dirt bag MILITUFORCE struck me with a stop-hack, not a freeze. My
open-office system is operable, and the flashing line at the end of
the work is flashing, but it refuses to save and it is some hack that
is new to this fucking year, in fact I think it is mother fucking new
to this summer. The assault on my civil fucking liberties struck me
at exactly 7:27 PM this night, 20 October, Tuesday night, 2015.
A
computer, and the fuckiGN cunt internet, is not
a luxury any longer. It is a necessity.
To be continuously hacked day and night ever
since I tried to use a computer back in fucking 1997 with
Tandy employees, Fred, Craig, and Don; is a total
fucking evil monstrous violation OF MY CIVIL MOTHER FUCKING
LIBERTIES; FEDERAL WORTHLESS BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
bury me not, on this old prairie; Herman Organ Player Munster,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah,
I'm morbid and my name is Mohr; Mike McNulty. Still, I turned the
head of the head master's daughter that day at Chapel, and you and
your pals were jealous as fucking all stink shit; dog
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE!
Sunshine.
So bright and so fine. Bought a paper with my last dime, and watched
the destiny's flow. Next day. That became the first day. Thanks to
Kaplan down at RCA, so many moons ago. Too late. That's the end of
gold fate. Yes it;s always too late, no matter when I show!
Why
did you do this to me Ernie Merker, Vice President of Recorded
Publications Sound Labs of 1558 Pierce Avenue at 1100 State Street,
Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG?????????????????
CHAPTER 0010
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
OCTOBER
20, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 7:53,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-83/L-73).
WIND
IS E AT 7, WITH GUSTING TO 29.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 79.
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Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
BLACKEN
MY EYE WILL YA SUZANNE AT PCI IN 1983.
JOE
SHMO, MY ASS BLOW!
I finally
caught the fucking Milituforce red handed, beaming
me a Joe-Shmo black cloud. TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly Munster and
Evyone DeCarlo, however you spelled that wild name of yours back in
the middle and late nineteen-sixties, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
That
mother fucking stock market can go drown in the dam Hudson
River!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
my beautiful lightning, where are you girl?
Sarah
whore Callio, just wiped out my blog, or tried to!!! Another
illegal fucking freeze up; FBI, FCC, ACLU, NAACP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
typed in Sarah Water witch Callio, actually I said that the
sun had permanently set on my life, thanks to her and her miserable
rotten people. This rotten slut bag has been violating my life for
hundreds, maybe even thousands of years now. This is two mother
fuckiGN hacks, both of the same kind; one on a paste document that I
was working on before this blog, and then this blog itself.
Magnesonic,
whoever is persecuting me to my grave, I demand their total complete
obliteration, an eye for an eye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't
be shocked, if very soon, maybe by the end of next year; we won't
hardly recognize the east coast; and watch out for the total
obliteration of fucking Atlantic City. Sooner
or later, my Magnesonic will strike you cunt lapping bastards and
witches!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When it does, say hi for me, to Emmy-Lou
Cicone's 1983 curtains that closed all the shows for all ODF you
wicked demonic mother fucking monsters, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
CHAPTER
0009
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
WOWSER-WOWSER-WOWSER,
OH GREAT EIGHTIES DOCTOR HOWSER. IT IS 82 AND FEELING 84 WITH A 55
PERCENT RELATIVE HUMIDITY. WEEEEEEEEEEE. I went out to two stores for
my mid month shopping errand, the Deals Store, and the great
wonderful Publix Store. I picked up the strongest roach killing
poisons on the market available to consumers, to compensate for my
horrendous problems here at this lovely and ever so darn marvelous
PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY BUILDING, Mizz Bondi, AG of Florida. I put
in two work orders about a stopped up kitchen sink. Never in my
almost five years at this hell hole have I been simply ignored,
Usually the response time is hours. I knew the way I was being
treated by the R.M., Mizz Marotto, that something was wrong quite
some time ago, American Civil Liberties Union, and NAACP. Remember
that you can laugh all you want to, but I'll go to some powerful
service and prove in court that I am only a 90% calk. My father's
side of this family, on his father's side, is more fascinating a tree
line than any of you could possibly imagine. As I said, I know in my
heart, that my family is topic of conversation by many powerful
people and fawces of Mister HALL, all over this fucking ass planet. I
know that they sent into my life, a lot of things, and a lot of
people. I have only opened the doorway a dam crack as to all these
details, when I discuss music, or my old 1980 record promoter, Mister
William Leonard McKinnon. I really love my 10% brother even if he may
hate me, as I agree with him entirely on all those things that he
discussed ten days ago at the MMM-20th Reunion, with a
very peaceful attitude about it. The trouble is that a lot of my most
recent hell over the past ten years, and this is not something that I
can prove and I won't fake out for a minute that I could; but my
being a coffee-cream is a very dangerous thing to be. We have the
power to end the race problems by eventually graying things totally
out, and we plan to, all of us. I know others who unlike me, cannot
go through life in total secret should I want to, and I don't want
to. Unlike my dad who was fuckiGN ashamed of his dam roots, the
buttwipe; and joined up with the services as a result, on his
granny's signature when he was age sixteen; and left Toledo, Ohio
forever with hatred and malice towards his entire clan; I am a proud
mother fucking mix-raced person, or as I classify myself, a
COFFEE-CREAM. You know, as in there is the coffee, there is the
cream, and then there is the mixed folks like me, in whatever
fraction. My fraction is the smallest biological fraction possible
before my children, turn darker shades again, and the cycle repeats.
If course, this is further dependent on who we all marry and
reproduce with as well, Lenny Knowitall Rastafarian!!!!!!!!!!
My
mom used to totally believe in the so-called mystical or psychic
belief that when you say something or speak of someone, out of
nowhere, we see them or hear about them, or the thing that we speak
happens, like mother fuckiGN total Harry Potter magic. No one really
knows a thing. Some believe in this in wacky ways, while others
believe in more scientific ways; and then there are, as with all
things; all sorts of mixed raced ideas about both, you know, the
coffee-cream ideas about it. Still, all laughing and all jetty
tumbling and stair case chases aside here folks; just this morning I
said quietly under my breath in my shower before leaving for my
shopping errands and spending about a buck and a quarter, breaking me
for the month now; that being isolated and treated shitty is no fun,
but it is better than being used and made a slave of with total
ingrate and unappreciative folks like Ed or Dawn or Ann, and all of
that horrible family up there in Joysey without the dam joy. Aniwho,
MCMCAAONMC, as we used to say some time back in the days of the
dinosaurs; I got out of my car and was loading my groceries into a
shopping cart kept here for building usage such as this, and a lady
in a car near where I had parked, came up and asked me for a boost,
as she called it. This was called a jump back when I was in Joysey. I
told her I was sorry for being unable to assist her, that it is hot
and that my frozen meats would be ruined if I didn't get them up to
my apartment, which was the honest to god truth. Still, once upon a
time, I would do a favor for someone, but not after the way that I
have been totally abused and mistreated, year in and year out, day in
and day out decades and decades. No more favors for a fucking one of
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO-SAHWEE, Mister World War 2 Pearl Harbor
Japanese Ambassador, YO YO YO!!!!!
Last
night yet again, there I was in that gigantic building in some wild
parallel universe, where distant cuss DJT owns this place and runs it
like a real tyrant that he is all over hyperspace. I met the most
beautiful goddess, a friend of Diana's, sort of. They are known to
clash horns from time to time, just like LoriAnn from a distant
province, yet they remain somewhat cordial and friendly. This goddess
knew she was dreaming in the body of this beyond white hot giant
brunet, named Shabetta, spelling this name as she pronounced it. She
had the strength and athletic agility of the Incredible Hulk,
Sampson, and the Warrior Princess Zina, however she spells it; all
rapped up into one incredible six foot ten inch girl with bright
green eyes, and medium brown color hair down to her thighs. I was
unable to climb over some wall that I needed to get over, and she was
over it in a second, and then came back and with one powerful hand,
she grabbed me on my upper arm and literally threw me up and over. I
almost fuckiGN ejaculated in my sleep. I could fall madly in love
with that wild goddess in a New York city fucking ass heartbeat,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, my new recurring almost serial dreaming
in this place, is kind of nasty and scary at the same time. I do not
like having weapons that can evaporate me into thin air, shot at me,
and I don't like Trump there any more than I like the nasty mother
fucker over here, scowling at me in all sorts of other nocturnal
interaction with that facial expression that only a mother could
love, god willing on her most merciful day perhaps. That's the joke
too, as he has a nice face, and in his younger days was considered
ungodly handsome by many coeds. I get around, and I know more fuckiGN
secrets about all of you big shit shots out there, than you dare want
me to, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHALL
TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A NICE DAY, WHILE I SIT IN HERE, WITH THAT
MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAG ILLEGAL GUEST DOOR-SLAMMER, ALL FUCKING
AFTERNOON; WHO HAS BEEN PAID BY MY EVIL
TAWF DIRT BAG FAMILY, QUITE OBVIOUSLY, AND WALL STREET; TO HARASS AND
PERSECUTE ME; TO KEEP THAT BULL RALLY!!!!
THE
END!!!!!!!!!
Here's
another fwower fwor you Fwank Cwallio, and Elmer
Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
Now
with all of the Uncles, or Monkey's Uncles, notwithstanding here,
ladies and gentlemen, YO; there is power on the internet. But you
have to come to see how those who own and control the world, can use
this power, and I am telling you for the very final time, GET A MOVIE
FROM 1992, and it is called, “JFK”. That's not hard to remember
after you log off, even if you don't feel like writing it down, YO!
The director of the film was the one and only Oliver Stone, and the
GAP Field of Dreams dude played the main role in this, Mister Kevin
Costner. If you think we little 1% Mister and Misses Nobody, can do
one thing about any of this, then think again. Still, they can't stop
us all from learning and discovering these powerful great truths.
That can always change. Ask any professor of history at any half ass
good college or university, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy
if life is anything but cunt chewing SUCK CITY, I will be a Dawn King
monkey's uncles, in or out of 1983 and its musical projects that I
copyrighted, YO!!!
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CHAPTER
0008
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
It
is bed time, and I plan on taking my lightning goddess DZA to a
lovely park with a gorgeous waterfall, as she loves waterfalls and
gets quite passionate with me when we go to these spots.
I
have mother fucking had the worst few years in a row now that anyone
can possibly imagine. After 2011 ended, I realized that my mother
fucking mathematical port-in-the-storm equation of the years
1969-1980-1994-2011, were a lot more accurate than I had once god dam
believed. Why do I look back in 2015 in much clearer and greater
fucking hindsight folks, YO? Simple, my BRO! I thought that 2008-2011
was real bad. It was real bad. But mother fucking shit eating
2012-2015 has been two to three times fucking worse, if this is even
conceivable, imaginable, and able to be existing outside of pure
unadulterated fucking fantasy. My final PITSY or port in the storm
year will be the year of 2031, according to that equation. Only my
physical health began failing me quite significantly during this
period of 2012-2015, while simultaneously, they poured on the
persecution even worse than ever before, and then went so far as to
cut me off from taking the medicine that I had been taking since July
of 1983; and this totally wiped out
any chance for me to live much longer. THAT is obviously why I
have heard the mother fuckiGN Angel of Death all around me so
incredibly frequently, over the past quarter dozen years now; not
that this has not been real bad before that.
When
I am all through telling every intimate detail, of every huge secret
that I know; there honest to mother fuckiGN god, won't be any place
for thousands of super evil villains and pricks; to
even think about hiding in. Talk about scriptures that
proclaim people are calling for rocks to fall down on them and crush
them into oblivion, rather than face what is in store for
them. Jesus mother fuckiGN goddess almighty!!!!
Well
all great Palm Beach Television people; I do not need to be Gawky
Gaukauk, to know that I was minding my own whittle freaking bizz back
in middle 1980, after leaving my home at 112 East Fifth Avenue, in
Mantua, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; for my first of three eventual stays
at a place once called by me (THE FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD), and
later to be known by me and others all over that area, as the (ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS). So much fits here, Clueless Pool-Roy. But then,
Gawky Magic allknower; we cannot leave out the two greats, who moved
my mother and me, into 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold,
New Jersey, or the two greats shortly thereafter, who wanted to know
why I was so far from my home!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
FONTY.
Boy I am clueless; but thanks for the cool books, Mister Colaman. SUP
LOVELY JOAN???
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, I may be a little behind figuring all of this
out, and some have recently helped and aided me, one not done nicely
at all, but all said and done, it was Dutch Uncle good for me, in the
long running play and scheme of all things. There was a toy I enjoyed
messing with while visiting with my three friends in the summer time
in 1997, after coming home from swimming in the ocean in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, at the Berlin Radio Shack, on the Route-30 White
Horse Pike, Fred Windstein, Mirrors Craig, and Hard-Knuckles Don.
This toy was sold by Tandy back then, and would make sounds as you
pushed interactive buttons on it. We all would crack up when it would
ask me who I was and I said, “The Mayor”, and the thing would ask
again, and I repeated it in a real smart-ass voice, and after a short
pause, this cool thing would say to me, “You're clueless”. Well,
if it had been happening two years earlier, I would have bought it
for the dude in the Haddonwood swimming pool. We then could have had
a gift swap or exchange or RAW, back when he gave me those cool books
from the Washington Heights, New York Library about all sorts of
scientific shit. I have it to this day, and wonder forever why
certain few things seemed to be destined to make it down here that
night on 11 December of 2009, when I ran away from the KINGS, to
escape to Florida, with practically nothing but what I was wearing
and a few bags thrown into the back seat and the trunk of a mid-sized
car.
I
am somewhere in a parallel universe, and court ordered to be in this
horrible place. It is like a sike-ward in a fruit cake factory, but
different in many ways. If I do or say anything at all, I get
horribly punished. A woman runs the place. It is beyond nightmarish
cubed. I have one good friend there, and it is someone I never met
here or anywhere else in the multiverse, that I am able to
consciously remember anyway. There are things so unbloggable that are
in this, and unless I feel I will be dead in hours, I doubt I'll tell
it. This was written earlier this year, but the night before last, I
never told you how I was back there in this place, and the major shit
that went down. It amazes me that fucking Sunday wasn't the real bad
day for me, as usually following major hyperspace memory retrieval or
vivid dreaming remembered upon awakening, the day is real fucking bad
for me. Still I will tell you a little bit about this place. It is
the size of many towns if not bigger. I believe it is about 75 square
miles, only not a perfect square; but close to being as wide as it is
long. It also has three stories in most of it, while a smaller area
of it has only one or two, as well as even four or five, and by
small; I mean a quarter of this place's total unfathomably gargantuan
area. I was trying to run away and I
had my escape well planed, yet I was caught; and the guard that was
assigned to me, had this wild weapon, like nothing I ever saw.
It was like a powerful super laser gun only it had two parts and you
held one part with one hand and held the other part with the other
hand, and there was a very thick cable running between these two
large disc shaped pieces that were held one in each hand. If you were
struck, you would be totally vaporized instantly.
Donald Trump owns this place over there in that parallel universe,
and he comes into the place from time to time to inspect things, and
he loves to give me a really hard time. To say this was a mother
fuckiGN super nightmare experience, would not start to give the
experience justice, IPYT my lovely people out here!!!!!!!!
CALLIO'S
PLANK REALM FLOWERS, AND:
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS, CHAPTER
0008
You
need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century,
THE
TRUMAN STORY
and LAWN
MOWER MAN-2.
WHAT
WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR
COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DENNIS SNYDER 9
TIMES OVER, “IS
JUST REALITY,
SON”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCKING
TOTAL WHORE JANE THISTLEWEED DOGSHITBREATH, IS ONE BIG PAIN IN MY
FUZZ BEAVER, CUBAN-CUBED, AND SQUARED TIMES TEN
INFINITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT
BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING?
IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING
NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY.
NOW WE ARE ALL DEMANDED AND COMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER MOTHER
FUCKING ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND
I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T NATURAL,
AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE GOING NUTS,
ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE, RIGHT
DOWN TO AMERICA'S GUN VIOLENCE SPREE OF TH EPAST 20
YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS ONE GIANT TRUTH, AND THAT, FOLKS:
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
You
know, only the fucking devil himself, along with all of this
'Rahsty-followers'; could manage to pull this off. He was a bigger
taper over the phone than my buddy from 1972 @ the Cooley Hall. HAY
MACY BUNCH OF PULLED GIBB-LEVY ADSPOTS:
Three-six-nine,
the goose drank wine. The monkey chewed tobacco on the street car
line. The line broke. The monkey got chocked, and we all went to
Sahasra Dal Kanwal on a little row about, that's a fact. Check it
out. Do not pout!
Just
in case you don't yet know, sure there is a god almighty and there is
a Satan-devil. But god ain't white bearded, a guy, or sitting on a
dam fucking throne with some asshole on each side of 'him'. Satan the
devil has no pitch fork, no horns, and definitely, give me a fucking
break, NO TAIL! His only tail is that dumb tale. This power exists,
and it is real. It is not some silent dead cosmos out there. This
force is cosmos, it has two sides to its coin, and it chooses
different players inside itself to play all sorts of wild incredible
games with. BUTTTTTT,
when it is all said and done;
from nuclear war, to meteor strikes wiping out large animals
sixty-five million years ago, and again
with that 65
number,
but all of it, GAME
GAME GAME;
AND HERE IS ANOTHER
GAME,
called symbolism.
GUESS—-GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH
KRASSLE---ESS,
or the great and powerful (GAP) Exploratronic
Supermind
Society!!!!!!!!!!
Salvation
Army suits all notwithstanding; ''THE END''.
TAKEN
FROM THE GAP MARVELOUS GOOGLE
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Babylon, New York - Basic Facts
Real
Estate Resources
The
Village of Babylon had a population of 12,131 as of July 1, 2015.
Babylon ranks in the upper quartile for Population Density when
compared to the other cities, towns and Census Designated Places
(CDPs) in New York. See peer
rankings below.
The
primary coordinate point for Babylon is located at latitude 40.6937
and longitude -73.326 in Suffolk
County. The formal boundaries for the Village of Babylon (see
map below) encompass a land area of 2.45 sq. miles and a water area
of 0.34 sq. miles. Suffolk County is in the Eastern time zone (GMT
-5). The elevation is 7 feet.
The
Village of Babylon (GNIS
ID: 2391533) has a C1 Census
Class Code which indicates an active incorporated place that
does not serve as a county subdivision equivalent. It also has a
Functional Status Code of "A" which identifies an active
government providing primary general-purpose functions.
Beneath
the boundary map are tables with Babylon population, income and
housing data, five-year growth projections and peer comparisons for
key demographic data. The estimates are for July 1, 2015.
Alternate
Unofficial Names for Babylon:
New Babylon, South Huntington.
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