Thursday, December 31, 2015

CHAPTER 28, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

I WAS CRASHED WHILE TRYING TO BLOG AND COPY, AND I TOLD THE PEOPLE AT MY PROGRAM TO CONTACT THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. WHEN THEY RETRIEVE THE SHIT YOU DO ON A WORD PROGRAM AN DIT CRASHES, THEY ASK FOR A QUICK REPORT ON WHAT THE WRITER IS WORKING ON, AND I ALWAYS TELL THEM THE SIMPLE 'FUCKIGN' TRUTH, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, BLOGS. I AM UNDER A DEATH ATRTACVK SHERIFF, AN DCOULD USE YOUR HELP BEFORE THEY FIND ME FUCKING DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT ON NEW YEARS DAY, YO YO YO YO, YOU KNOW HOW THESE FUCKIGN PRICKS ASSAULT ME ON CUNT CHEWING HOLIDAYS, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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''MIZZ BOZWELL, MIZZ BOZWELL, DARYL JONES, DARYL JONES, BWADLEES''; WHAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!





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Some fucking dirt bag slammed in at about 12:35 Ante' Meridian on this 1 January of 2016, Friday early dam ass morning, YO! The fucking exploratrons injuring my body are hard at work with that, as well as in jerk off nabes, in the sky during the day yesterday with major aerial shit like major nasty afternoon chemtrailing and other bull fucking cunt eating shit. Also they are in the broadcaster-advertiser-entertainment garbage world peeps, with that constantly mother fuckiGN dick licking HONDA-HARNER dirt bag toilet water TV-AD-SPOT. I could literally type on and on and on, Sheriff sir, this is major heavy fuckign persecution, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD???????????????????????





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HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?

HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?

HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?

HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?

HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?

HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?

HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?












JANUARY 1, 2016
EARLY FRIDAY MORNING AT 12:57,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 77 MUGGY DEGREES.
WIND IS CALM, GUSTNG SLIGHTLY SSE AT 4.






THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!








































I ALSO TOOK A MAJOR UTILITY 'FUCKIGN' ASSAULT AGAINST MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, THAT WAS HIGHLY ILLEGAL. I WAS SPEAKING TO MIKE P, DOWN IN HOLLYWOOD, FLORIDA, AROUND HALF PAST NINE LAST CUNT HUFFING CHEWING EVENING; AND THE MILITUFORCE SHOT A PAINFUL HORRENDOUS SOUND INTO MY LANDLINE TELEPHONE RECEIVER, THAT CAUSED PAIN IN MY LEFT 'FUCKIGN' EAR. THIS ILLEGAL ASSAULT ON MY POOR PATHETIC 'FUCKIGN' DYING OLD BODY NEEDS TO STOP NOW; FEDERAL 'FUCKIGN' BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO YO YO!!!









I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!



JJJJJJJJEEEEEESUS FUCKING GOD ALLberries and Almighty MICROSUCKS; let me tell you this about little old Mountainpen me, YO!!!!! I do not believe anyone alive has ever suffered this much physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual anguish and torture; no dam jew in the Hitler ovens, not even mother fuckiGN JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!




Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis; you are totally beyond white hot!!!





BUTTTTT, that is not the issue for this blog, kind folks. What is the issue, is 1980, moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing those four demo songs, The Morning Light, lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues; on April 30th and May 1st of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing my shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL Sound Studio Labs, at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!







Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK. The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result, things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe???? I see that my spell checker HAS HOWEVER BEEN HACKED again, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I rebooted; it is fixed, FCC, again.














You will always belong to me, PAULA KING, so don't even think about running away, as I have all eternity and don't need any particular one body, and I'm aware of this 100%, unlike even you trapped inside this mother fucking illusion called


H—E—L—L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























































Miserable mother fuckiGN Jane Bitch Thistlethorns just fucking nailed me, with her cunt eating page eleven of eleven attack, AGAIN, so please permit me to god dam cunt phlegm rape, great kind folks, YO BRAHHHHH (COMPENSATE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














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CLUB CAM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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GOOD MORNING AND HAPPY NEW YEAR, BEAUTIFUL KATHARINE WHITE!!!

















Ladies and gentlemen, as you know; a few key times in my life seem to make the rest of it all, connect up in some powerful and magical way; such as moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing those four demo songs, The Morning Light, lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues; on April 30th and May 1st of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing my shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL Sound Studio Labs, at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! None of this is some sick fucking joke or pathetic asshole dam delusion. When Sarah Krassle tells me I am THAT BOY, and also, THAT-DOG-YANCY, and HER YANCY; well, trust me peeps; I DON'T ARGUE WITH AN ALMIGHTY BEYOND WHITE HOT TEEN QUEEN; MISTER Q!!!














DIRT BAG MORTY DEATH ANGEL MORTINO JUST PASSED BY MY RIGHT FUCKING SIDE AT 1:43 ON THIS EARLY FRIDAY FUCKING CUNT MORNING!!!










I am taking my lightning goddess DIANA with me on my bombing mission soon when I go off to sleep. The BRIGGBASE will be wiped out first, and then on the mortal world, don't look for me, as I will be invisible, and I have my targets all worked out for total obliteration. Year after year after mother fuckign shit eating year this endless shit goes on. If they want war, then they shall have their fucking cunt eating war; my great friends out here?










It is New Years, so I have to excuse these annoying mother fucking door slamming NABES FROM HELL, but I am going to tell the Housing Authority that they are damaging their property, when I go to pay my rent on Monday, January 4, 2016. These doors are not supposed to be slammed, and will shut quietly on their mother fuckiGN own; and thus I know they are doing this to annoy me as I said all along, and they are either paid off, or have active exploratrons inside of them, causing them to feel hostility against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























ALL CUTE SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE; “THE END”!

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 26







I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, dirt bag ION-NETWORK for no good reason, removed my wonderful television show, “LAW & ORDER” a week ago, after only having it on about a month, on Wednesdays. They can keep their rotten station, I am boycotting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













There is practically no part of my body that is not in pain. When I bought that mother fuckiGN mattress a year ago, it was the hardest one available without spending a grand. My back hurts just as bad as it did with the softer one, as only a hotel-hard mattress would allow me to have relief, and I don't know where or how to get one without being a mother fuckiGN millionaire. My asshole is sore ever since that god dam fuckiGN doctor roughed me up and 'prison-rodded' me, at his office a couple months back. I need cataract surgery and have to live with shitty vision where the daytime glare sucks a prick. They won't remove them until they reach a thicker larger size, whatever that fuckiGN cunt ass is. My back and some other history, caused my left hand to develop a fuck up in the nerve, and ever since December 8, 2014, four days after being in my sixties when everything began falling apart, poof, this has been another unpleasant annoyance to deal with. All of these things began when I was cut off of my medications that I had faithfully taken, and kept me feeling fine for the most part, for 31 solid mother fuckiGN dick licking years. I am telling the world right now, you don't want to be in this horrible monstrous evil nation. I would sell my soul to the fuckiGN devil to be able to get out of here and survive somehow, but they have fixed me good to where I cannot move or do a thing, I am trapped in their mother fuckiGN prison from hell, and they know it, and they go on persecuting me with pain, noise, and threats an intimidations done in total fuckiGN cunt lapping wet-works-ops-style. I do not believe anyone alive has ever suffered this much physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual anguish and torture; no dam jew in the Hitler ovens, not even mother fuckiGN JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







On top of this, my family has ruined my life, my friends all turned against me, and the entire world ignores me as if this entire mother fuckiGN cunt eating thing was my fault when I am totally innocent. I can never be absolved or vindicated. I will always be the extremely hated bastard bad guy in all of this shit ass mess, when none of this was my god dam fault.











There is absolutely no joke about it when I discuss being placed on



The Bum Classification, CHAPTER 000000.












This ain't no bankruptcy chapter, folks. That was something that back in the day, my cuzz and I used to our advantage, and it was perfectly legal to do. I knew I could not live any other way other than off of the banks of the world, since I was stopped from ever being able to do a single thing, with some things higher up on the list than other things, such as anything related at all, TO MUSIC!!!!!!!!







My entire mother fucking life on EARTH, has been one huge god dam HELL. Maybe if I was on Plank right now, I would say, my life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET; huh Mister David Leigh Smith????? Boy these god dam fuckiGN bastards are really going with the dam ass doors this morning around here, on top of all my other horse fuckiGN shit, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.


















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THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:23,



HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.



CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.



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I never ever said that I was perfect!!! First off; anyone over four, who ain't a total dam moron; already knows that ''nobody is perfect'', just like my old Cooley Wormhole Hall, Mister Bruce Allan Pennock used to say so dam often, right other pal from there, and ex-FCC Director/Chairman, Mister Bob McDowell????????









Roulette is impossible to beat unless you try to cheat when the dealer isn't looking; to quote the wonderful and totally beyond GAP Princeton University Science-Dude, Al Einstein, and good friend of my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr. Well, to quote Herby Letts when were having that December-1982 discussion, over at Everett Simpson's Car Lot Office, in Magnolia, New Jersey, USA; “Don't you believe it”!!!!!









In 1986, I used something given me, while I was sitting in a bath tub, at the Highview Apartments, of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; by Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis. It is called applied parallel event to roulette's outside betting parameters. These would be the RED AND BLACK, ODD AND EVEN, LOW AND HIGH. Just plotting a stick figure graph of the twelve possible outside-bets, and then waiting for one of them to begin to heavily favor a NEXT-SPIN-OUTCOME selection, and playing that the next five times that that very same NEXT-SPIN-OUTCOME selection is indicated for being played, and playing with black gaming chips, averages winning four out of five times, with one win and one loss canceling each other out, leaving a plus three unit profit, minus possible zero vig house wins, that I used to cover with red chips anyway, or five dollars on the two zeros that would come in once in a while, losing me half of the black chip value or half of 100 dollars (50) bucks, but winning me 34 red nickel chips, actually 35 on the winning zero while the croupier (dealer) removes the losing red chip, so 35-1=34 nickels. I always played that way, and did not mind losing the five times that neither came in, as I was winning three black gaming chip units or 300, and then we would subtract the ten dollar bet five times for a nice $250.00 profit for making five bets. As I said, many times, a green house-vig would pop in, and then it still would be 300 because I would bet five non-green-vig bets, so 300 minus 40 on the times the zeros did not come up or 260, and then the five dollar red gaming chip times 34 minus the half lost amount on the black gaming chip, or 34x5-50=170-50=$120.00, or 260+120=$380.00. This was a nice little days work in about one hours time, for me, back in 1986; that is before all hell broke loose for me!!!!!







Now using parallel event between something that happens is an 'A' event, and what is coming up next that could be one of two possible but even chances to do so, is a 'B' event. All things set up to be measured in such a way, develop two lines of mathematical curvature in what is called long running play and extremely long running play, typically measured by many old-school professional gamblers as 10,000 turns or spins or throws hands, or whatever game is being played and measured, along with 100,000,000. That is (TEN-THOUSAND) and (ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION) when the digits are spelled out with English words. The smaller number is the square root of the larger number, and of course, like DUH, the larger number is the squared value of the smaller number, 1x10 EXP. 4 verses 1x10 EXP. 8. No folks, I do not know how to use a computer keyboard to write exponential raised digits, so my EXP of course, stands for the word ''exponent''. After a very short while, I grew bored, and to quote the pro-gamers, I grew stupid. I began not to wait for an increasing parabola curve of future signal plays to merely bet five non-green-vig bets and leave with a guaranteed profit after any five games were played, or more when the green vigs would pop in. I thought I was invincible, and very shortly, the great New Jersey casinos had cut me down to size, and laughed. And rightfully, they should have. BUTTTTTT folks; if you play either in this way or by using a ratio system that most pro-gamers know about, that signals win/loss ratio changes before actual unit losses would cause a player to lose his or her winnings; you can have un unlimited income for life, and never need to work for some cock sucking asshole boss and company, ever. What made me be stupid as hell? Simple; and I will say it no matter how many times you all get sick to death of hearing about it. EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS, EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















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AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY, FROM GOOD OLD 1971.




Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet






























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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet




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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet




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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet




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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet





AND I WILL LOVE THIS ALMIGHTY AND TOTALLY UNFATHOMABLE GOD FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, AND SHE KNOWS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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I can even live with 88 Herbert Huntington Curses and not erer darkening a doorstep ever again, or wondering if I am darker than anyone else. I cannot live with ignorance and how society is beyond the pale dumb-ass when it comes to the reality of symbolism. Sarah Krassle only spoke three things to me that I will have etched into my mind in Moses Stone forever and forever. These three items she spoke, only one of them did she speak it directly to me. This time, it was not here but in a parallel universe. One thing that she did not ever say, was as follows:





''MIZZ BOZWELL, MIZZ BOZWELL, DARYL JONES, DARLY JONES, BWADLEES''; WHAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!



1) You're friends are in the shop.
2) I'm darker than you are.
3) Let's play a game, boy, called, “Guess the Name of the Guests”.

This final one was in a powerful dreaming trance in early December of 1996, while the first two were in the middle of the year of those last two year digits inverted, 1969. The first one was on Memorial Day the 30th of May, while the second one was somewhere in JULY of 1969.


Now in-between all of this, came many other things. She said stuff, and she even sang lovely songs to me. In early June of 1980, she sang that song in a powerful dream while I was residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG, called, “Love Is For Carpenters”, or for short, I have called this the LOIS FOCA song!







I still would rather be extra paranoid and safe, than totally naïve and too stupid to recognize any of the potential dangers, and I most definitely DO NOT apologize, if this pisses anybody off. As the old late sixties song goes, ''I GOTTA' BE ME''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








There is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. I am living with people who would not appreciate it if someone came over to them and handed them keys to the gates of anything they could ever desire to have. Why this entire society has not collapsed,just further fucking proves to me, beyond doubt; that this is all just one huge simulationogram, Professor Kaku.








Blockbuster and places like this have all gone out of business. I will be talking to the K-MART and the Walmart electronics managers to see what to do and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, to rent and buy video and movies, as this online shit can go suck my dick. I am not buying and trusting giving out any personal info, and I am therefore unable to do squat on this fucking cunt lapping computer and internet! I WILL get that dam movie, THE RING, and I WILL learn what I need to learn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I wanted so badly to be with my Diana (The Lightning Goddess of the Earth), out in the Purgatory, but kept drifting away and out into hyperspace! I can add in here a timeless phrase that abbreviates the very well know terms of “same old-same old, what else is new, same shit on a different day”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Then the people that I was with, panicked for reasons I did not understand, and ran; and I mean they fuckiGN booked fast and furious, to quote the movie, in this dimension anyway, as I do not know if that movie exists in that world that I was interacting in, through my doppelganger-me who lives alive and awake in the physical body that I merely was energetically inside of, creating this ''dream'', or really, NIGHTMARE! There were two very mean ugly looking men about the same size and age and build, not alike by any means facially, and they had guns and flashlights. They both had their flashlights in hand, and shining on me. Then they pulled out their guns and shot me and shot me and shot me, and I was bleeding all over the place in horrible fuckiGN agony, until finally bleeding out, and then I awoke out of that hell, and back here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been traveling throughout endless dreams for endless infinity, and am totally aware of it. You all on the other hand have also been traveling throughout endless dreams for endless infinity, and are merely totally UNAWARE OF IT, YO!!!!














OH GREAT GODDESS OF LOVELY PINK, HOVERING AROUND THIS MILKY WAY GALAXY, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE, AS I KNOW YOU ARE IN HERE TOO. THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU ARE UNABLE TO DO, LOVELY AWESOME JEHOVAH SSJKK. IWALU-990-990-990-990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 26







I have some major things to really be dam pissed off about, in addition to all my other larger problems and woe-wiz-me's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, dirt bag ION-NETWORK for no good reason, removed my wonderful television show, “LAW & ORDER” a week ago, after only having it on about a month, on Wednesdays. They can keep their rotten station, I am boycotting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













There is practically no part of my body that is not in pain. When I bought that mother fuckiGN mattress a year ago, it was the hardest one available without spending a grand. My back hurts just as bad as it did with the softer one, as only a hotel-hard mattress would allow me to have relief, and I don't know where or how to get one without being a mother fuckiGN millionaire. My asshole is sore ever since that god dam fuckiGN doctor roughed me up and 'prison-rodded' me, at his office a couple months back. I need cataract surgery and have to live with shitty vision where the daytime glare sucks a prick. They won't remove them until they reach a thicker larger size, whatever that fuckiGN cunt ass is. My back and some other history, caused my left hand to develop a fuck up in the nerve, and ever since December 8, 2014, four days after being in my sixties when everything began falling apart, poof, this has been another unpleasant annoyance to deal with. All of these things began when I was cut off of my medications that I had faithfully taken, and kept me feeling fine for the most part, for 31 solid mother fuckiGN dick licking years. I am telling the world right now, you don't want to be in this horrible monstrous evil nation. I would sell my soul to the fuckiGN devil to be able to get out of here and survive somehow, but they have fixed me good to where I cannot move or do a thing, I am trapped in their mother fuckiGN prison from hell, and they know it, and they go on persecuting me with pain, noise, and threats an intimidations done in total fuckiGN cunt lapping wet-works-ops-style. I do not believe anyone alive has ever suffered this much physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual anguish and torture; no dam jew in the Hitler ovens, not even mother fuckiGN JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







On top of this, my family has ruined my life, my friends all turned against me, and the entire world ignores me as if this entire mother fuckiGN cunt eating thing was my fault when I am totally innocent. I can never be absolved or vindicated. I will always be the extremely hated bastard bad guy in all of this shit ass mess, when none of this was my god dam fault.











There is absolutely no joke about it when I discuss being placed on



The Bum Classification, CHAPTER 000000.












This ain't no bankruptcy chapter, folks. That was something that back in the day, my cuzz and I used to our advantage, and it was perfectly legal to do. I knew I could not live any other way other than off of the banks of the world, since I was stopped from ever being able to do a single thing, with some things higher up on the list than other things, such as anything related at all, TO MUSIC!!!!!!!!







My entire mother fucking life on EARTH, has been one huge god dam HELL. Maybe if I was on Plank right now, I would say, my life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET; huh Mister David Leigh Smith????? Boy these god dam fuckign bastards are really going with the dam ass doors this morning around here, on top of all my other horse fuckiGN shit, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.

My life is one gigantic TRICKY-TEET-TEET.














So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”.


















Hey dirt bag BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLL,



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













STEP FOUR OF FOUR:







This is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you that.








Another pet peeve I have is TWB. I do nothing but say nice things about them and their great APP, yet all they seem to do is cut me off from sharing the great cams. The JUPITER INLET CAM was killed, then the ES-CHARTER SCHOOL, and now this mother fuckign SEAPORT HOTEL CAM bullshit always showing one frozen night shot. Why are they fuckiGN shitting on me and my blogs, when I have been nice and said all these nice things???



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I think this fuckiGN world is one huge mess and I know that I have died and gone to mother fuckiGN endless hell. No one can survive all of the things that killed me over and over and over and over again. I AM IN GOD DAM ETERNAL FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!




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WHAT CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?



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Professor Michio Kaku, of NYU, up there in the great state of New York, and all empires; if anyone gets this message to you, it will possibly lead to a true advancement in humankind over significant time. I doubt you ever got this message, sir. Still, you were there back in late 1983, in a multiversal part of my reality, up there in Orlando, Florida, only back then it was down there. Still, how do great houses on great highways fit into a lot of things, temper temper Howard Solomon Schmuck????????????









You missed me you rotten slutbag Jane Thistlethorns. HA-Ha-HA you dam water witch bitch!!!!!!!!!!!







YES SIR GREAT AND POWERFUL NYU PROF KAKU:

I promise you that what needs to happen in all cases, is that experts must come together, study, and eventually agree on things, or else, forget it; just like if I tried to prove ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of law, and how Trump has used this against me, to catapult his life into what it is today, by a magical force, that no one could ever fucking truly deny; yet I would not be legally permitted to introduce any of this dam unaccepted by experts, evidence; such as this ICPE-APE technology, and how it indeed is used against me, and probably even now; many others also, who are blinded by present day blissful willful ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my point here, Professor Kaku, from someone who appreciates your mind and intellect, and is one of your biggest fans from cable TV channels such as Science and History, and others; Public Broadcast, and on and on; is that only you will recognize my valid point here sir. Their needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group, call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are not some mentally ill delusion! Another problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG SHOTS. I believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really help in all of this; but she called this, the “Mister Big Shot Syndrome”. You don't need to know any more for right now, Professor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















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