GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 81

This was a very powerful and interesting day, with a lot of weird things happening around me. I may or may not get into all of this, but let's see how the blog goes, as I write spur of the moment and rarely work off a sheet of basic notes, not that I never do, mind you!

I went to my cunt case clinic today, up in Vero Beach. I used to call it Oven Beach in the warmer season, but today was pretty nice. It poured a lot of rain all day long, and other sections of Florida were slammed hard with storms and even an EF-1 rated twister, down in the southwestern necks of Florida's great woods, in a place known as Brevard County. Yes kind folks, it rained its ass of in my county all day and in the afternoon, to me it felt hot because the humidity was high, and yet it was not real hot, and my car ran on just outside blown air not wasting more gasoline and yet remaining cool for me while I was driving.

I told you Mikey had stopped drinking back in twenty-eleven or early in twelve, and had been a pretty heavy consumer of the old alky-juice in his day. He called me tonight around just shy of half past six, and I am just about positive that he was feeling a little bit spiffed and tipsy, if you get me' drift, me' maitees! We both have a lot of personal woes and problems, and my Milituforce enemies or HALLS FAWCES, are really doing a bang up job in destroying our entire lives! Oh well, to quote my late Mommy-Dearest, AKA Moomy-Deaest, “Mark, this is Earth, not heaven”! SHEEEEEEEEEIT. She is totally and absolutely correct.

This morning, as soon as I got up from slumber, AKA TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON traveling (normal dreaming); I did not feel very fucking good, kind folks. My body was struck by some kind of a death-ray Tesla assault Milituforce weapon. I was on and off the fucking toilet until it was time to leave and drive over to my whack job clinic. Something has been stolen out of my kitchen cabinet. It was there, and now it is not. It's just that simple, Mister fucking 1969 Henningsen! I was set back nine bucks, because I know that some mother fucking dirt bag, kind Sheriff Mascara sir; cut my windshield wiper blade on the passenger side. Before going off to my clinic, I had to stop over at the local auto parts store to buy a new wiper blade. I need some protection, Sheriff, sir. Thank you kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JANUARY 27, 2016,

WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 7:40,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 65 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-72/L-64).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 64.

CALM WINDS ARE GUSTING SOUTHERLY AT 22.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES-129.

OH PAULA, OH OH PAULA; I AM LOOKING FOR MY WONDERFUL PAU000204015 (NON-MICROSOFT) PAULA KING, THE EXPLORATRON QUEEN!!!!

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Yes sir, in on or off of the Avalon Beach club of Fort Pierce, Florida, U. S. A., ''that's just reality, son''!!!!

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex, huh Mister PP? Bob McGuire on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey; was quite emphatic with me in 1997, making a point of how the Callio family was from PA (Pennsylvania). PA also can stand in abbreviated form, for Public Address, as in a PA-SYSTEM. Ron Wirtz Senior, Camden county ADA up in Jersey, told me in 1995, that I would find my answers in out Carlisle, PA.

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I DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, KIDS!!!

OLD KIDS, NEW KIDS, HERE WE GO AGAIN,IN 1978, OR IN 2016!!!

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This is really fucking pissing me off. Other than for a bowel hit on my health, no other attacks were around me today, as reflected by the stock market. I am getting real sick and tired of this nightmare, kind wonderful citizenry of Planet Earth.

Notice the market direction when the health attack was given to me this morning, and then the rest of the day was without incident, so down she goes. How long will you make me suffer through this shit, oh great and powerful PINK GODDESS??????????????? This 30 year nightmare is so goddess dam unfair, Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Bondi, YO YO!!!!

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HOW LONG WILL YOU ALLOW MY TORMENTERS TO ENDLESSLY VICIOUSLY ASSAULT ME AND PUMMEL ME INTO TOTAL DOGSHIT DEATH AND HELL, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!???

OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK, HOSEMAN JOHN KING?

BANG BANG BANG BANG, ''HAMMERMAN, NORTH CAROLINA''. FOLKS, DON'T EVEN MOTHER FUCKING ASK ME ABOUT MY NIGHTMARES LAST NIGHT. DON'T EVEN DAM ASS ASK ME, YO, PLEEEEEEEAZE. I will give you a tip end synopsis in case I have spiked or peaked anyone's curiosity in even the dam ass slightest whittle bit! I was murdered.

I was in a parallel universe up in Jersey, and I stopped get some directions from a police cruiser that had a lot of people all stopped. Here in this universe, I would never ever do that. But my asshole double over there somewhere in hyperspace, did not seem to be that informed or enlightened on the do's and the don'ts of police interaction. Just as I did this, a lot of horrible gang people flocked onto all of us, and the policemen were killed, and I was taken out of my car and brought to their headquarters, or my 'doppelganger' was, with a terrified me dreaming inside of his mind-energy, Sir Einstein! LSS folks, (Long-Story-Short) I was inside a very scary dam place, and a lot of horrible people grabbed me and beat on me, and it was so real you could cook it up and eat it for fucking dinner, kind folks. I died, and woke up back here of course, literally running for the nearest light switch. When I did this, two horrible fuckign cock roaches were crawling around my bed-slippers on the dam ass floor. I managed to kill them as they tried to scurry fucking away across my scatter rug. There is a lot more to this place where I was 'dreaming', and that can wait for later on, as can heaven, as I almost ended up there. Actually, one of my doubles may have, and then for all I know, maybe he ended up in Dogtown. There is only one Astral-Plane, so how can different parts of us in virtually countless parallel universes in hyperspace, go to one Dogtown or one Heaven, you may be wondering. First, no one goes anywhere. Second, it would take me ten years to try and explain it in a systematic step by step rational way that would have the slightest hope of even being understood by the masses. I am not insulting anyone here. It is not your lack of getting what I would say. It is instead my lack of being able to properly provide you with a good enough series of grouped words. I am just way to mother fuckign ignorant and idiotic to even think about making this futile attempt here, my kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Loop great wonderful people; I will someday tell you a mind bending story about my daughter PP or Patty-Paula Junior. She lost her dad to a murder. But her dad is alive and well only he lives in this parallel universe now. She freaked out and beat up a lot of state troopers up in Jersey when she was only nine years old, and ended up in a detention center in Egg Harbor City, in that universe of the vast and unfathomable hyperspace. Towel seepage is all part of why a lot of things happened to me here, in 1968, 1969, 1994, 1995, 1996, 1997, 2006, and 2008. If there is a large water leak in your home, and you throw a towel or two or three on it, and it gets soaking wet, and then next to that, other towels are also placed all around that spread out into fan blade shapes around the spill; water will begin to seep through these other towels, in various ways. There is simply no better way to describe how the mechanics of hyperspace operate, than this example that Morianity and Mountainpen call, “TOWEL-SEEPAGE”!

OK YOU WANTED IT; HERE IT IS.

Guess the name of the guests. What is this really all about? Well, I was losing my sanity 100 times worse than anything in Florida, and it was the end of the year 1996 and I was residing in a home in Somerdale, New Jersey, that I purchased for 120 thousand dollars in late August when it was settled on.

As many following me know the deal that can never really be put out here in one-two-three-four-five straight out ways or I would most likely be shut down; I am having a direct contact and have been all my life, with what the now defunct ''Project Bluebook'' folks, here in great America call, the alien and saucer situation. Only with me, I do not get that silly part of their game, and they are more straight up with me and always have been, probably because of my exact standing in a cosmic family on numerous fronts, IE, who I truly am, and am a part of, and this is more than one ''who's'' by the way. Now so this blog is not real long as it is not my intention to do a long blog, I will just take the meat and strip out a lot of fat and gristle. When an active dreaming exploratron who is controlling his or her dream, or a (T3E) is inside an object, a person, or some other form of life, there are things one can do to more properly deal with the situation, and if anyone out here ever feel they just might be in the presence of one of them abnd wish to try this out to get a reaction, be my ''guest''. A lot of this truly began in the 1970 summer time in a town just to the south of world famous Atlantic City, New Jersey, called Ventnor. In a wild dreaming interaction, I began to be with a family against my will, of folks who were anything but pleasant to be around. Put another way, if I already knew the exact numbers to a Powerball Lottery Jackpot worth half a billion bucks, you could offer me your wife and daughter as a twosome or any other thing imaginable for a ticket that is anything other than that exact series of numbers. Being with them was like having all these other tickets thrown in my face and nothing at all that I could do about yet, while knowing the one I did want and knowing all I had to do is walk a block to the store and get the right one, Misses Marola Voicemail Exploratronic 2009.

So moving this along, if you meet that person someday that you just might wish to try this on, be my GUEST. You will get that feeling of, ''Gee could there be a chance this is one of those T3E things that Mountainpen talks about on his blogs''? When you do, never make eye contact. Stalk them for a half a minute to a minute in a way they cannot prove, the way they love to do with their victims. While you do this, begin a line of thinking exactly like this. Begin with some simple multiplication tables or adding 5 and 5 and then 10 and 10, whatever is easiest for you. Whatever you do, block all thoughts that you are intentionally doing anything, especially that you are in any way aware of them. Just put it out of your mind and begin sort of following where they are slowly walking, and begin this simple mental silent arithmetic process. But after you do this a few times, begin picturing a bunch of dogs all rolling around in a giant puddle of loose messy mud, getting totally filthy. Then picture some birds landing on them while they stand there, and these birds are changing colors. Then shift this to a scene in your mind to you are suddenly rolling down a big mountain, hitting trees and rocks and falling off one cliff after another, and laughing and laughing while your blood is pouring out of you and your broken bones are protruding out of your normal skeletal form. Do all this in just 15 quick seconds and then shift back to 2 times 2 is 4, 3 times 3 is 9, 4 times 4 is 16; and keep going back and forth. Then at the every end, make eye contact while doing this same thing, only be in the cycle of the ridiculous dogs rolling in the mud and the birds coming down and changing colors, and you then rolling down off of a tall mountain, laughing away, when in fact you should be petrified and screaming. This will damage a TYPE-3 Exploratron to the point that they will wake up with a bang back in their parallel universe, leaving the person you are standing next to literally in a shock as though they just realize right this second that they themselves have awakened in this place with you and they are in their skimpiest underwear. Do this once, and you will e-mail me and sat to me, you wish to climb on board my new religion, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE for all of us which it most likely is already, anyway, unfortunately. Now if a machine acts up and you want to see if a T3E is inside of it dreaming from a parallel universe, and doing this to you; speak to the machine, or if it is an animal, speak to it. Calmly as if you are talking toy our son or daughter about their day in school, and every bit as much as ordinarily and calmly, begin saying stuff like, what is it like in your universe, and how much longer do you think you will be dreaming inside of my animal (cat) (dog) (bird) (hamster) whatever, or my (TV) (RADIO) (KITCHEN APPLIANCE), whatever it may be. Speak to the T3E inside, and be so matter of fact about it and calm, that since this is so alien to a T3E for anyone to do this, again, it will have that effect of waking them up with a bang. If they do not get out of your (person or thing) around you, and you have followed these instructions without fail and taking this all seriously, then you can know it is not one of them doing this directly to you. But if suddenly the machine repairs itself, or the person acts as though they just came out of a million year trance on the back of a dinosaur, then you know Morianity is real and true for one big thing, and you also know that you can have power over these nasty teasing Irish-Imps and whatever other civilizations have called these things for a very long time; as you already know what Morianity calls them.

I feel very bad that Mikey seems to have taken to the bottle again. I know a lot of mother fuckiGN people on this planet, that are heading straight into a wide gated area, known Astrally, as DOGTOWN, or HELL is the more well known expression in waking physical world reality, when translated into the English speaking tongue!!!!!!!!!! Say it however you like; it is so horrible, that I shiver and dare not tell you the full horrors. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, it is a deserved condition for all of those who are there, and THAT, I totally promise you all, is very true! They know that they cannot drive me to things like drink, and all of the many other vice-sins that plague human-kind. But they can destroy all of those around me. I know that this is why a lot of peeps have distanced themselves. The greatest emotion of humanity is NOT LOVE. That may be the best of them, but not the most powerful or GREATEST. That one my friends and enemies, was, is, and will always be, F---E---A---R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The story of my family is huge. I have a very large distant and extended family, with the pertinent word here being DISTANT. Dozens of branches and relations to me, could be discussed for decades. My fave is my two dam daughters, one from here, one from a parallel universe; and if you think you know diddly squat about how powerful all of this dam shit is; then you're a fool. You are all missing the boat if you cannot see that my words do not just tell my story. They tell yours too. Maybe in a few hundred years, folks just may wise up a little teeny weeny dam ass bit, as who can ever know? If I was forced however to produce one single focal point in time here in this waking world for me as far as all of this towel seepage coming together, it would be when I got raped again at Highview Apartments, and again, and this of course is only IMHO, but then I was given the good old trustworthy Milk Of Amnesia. I am quite sure that between this, and the hypnosis that I received over at Mark Wolf's Moorestown Clinic, back several months earlier from June of 1996, when PPK came over and was seen and witnessed by maintenance man SAM, who called her ''my goddess girlfriend''; these combined almost esoteric events in human history, would be the greatest focal and pivotal point in my fifth dimensional life, pertaining to the maximum effects of transdimensional towel seepage. Gee Wiligars; more memory loss for me at the great Sam and Son of Sam, Highview Kirshty Cheers Apartments, of good old giant WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN police officer syndrome city (GWPOS) up there in No Joysey!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then along came Steve. Forget about his Philly apartment. Forget about his Publix job down here. Forget about his passing onto the ''great beyond''. I knew there was a reason why CUZZ DON got so dam angry at my mom and I, back in the middle nineteen-nineties. I also knew there was a reason why if I wanted to ''find my'' dam ''super-girl''; something was connected into Camden, New Jersey's great Jefferson Street near the Delaware River. Folks, I never even realized that I was working with Steve, at the gate house there at Mac Andrews & Forbes Licorice, back in 1982. GET-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Towel seepage with my great and recently late Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, was huge, only I was as clueless as all the American kids of the planet and Kim Wilde right along with them, YO. You want to know what makes me angrier than a wounded fucking tiger, after she sees you kicking one of her dam cubs? I'll tell you whether you may wish for me to do it or not. Those who are messed with the greatest, by those advanced T3E in the great and powerful GTNOTG game of the great SSJKK, never ever learn what they need to, quite fast enough. Who knows, maybe someday I will get all of Pink Goddess's messages before it is too late, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, what if I never ever can reach that elevated status in HER GAME OF PINK? You see folks, DOGTOWN is very similar in many ways, to situations such as these. Just as HEAVEN (SAHASRA DAL KANWAL) knows what we all individually crave at every given microsecond of forever, for lack of a better way of putting this concept, and then answering and rewarding that instantaneously and accordingly, so too does HELL (DOGTOWN)!!!! And it instantaneously and accordingly punishes!!!! In or out of fucking 1982, can any of you buttwipes begin to GET THIS or any of this, yet, for crissake?????????

Mister Orwell sir, you knew something about something, am I right, or is Kate going to kick the dam shit out of me; Clarence Harris sir? Thanks for everything Admiral, and you too Admiral Kirkpink!

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 80

BOY OH BOY OH BOY; MOM, MOOMY DEAEST, MOMMY DEAREST, AND UNCLE WONDERFULIFE BILLY; THE SKIES WERE NASTY. AS SOON AS I WENT OUT TO PURCHASE A FEW BUCKS OF GROCERIES TO TIDE ME OVER UNTIL DISABILITY PAYDAY NEXT WEEK, POW; THE CHEMTRAILS SUDDENLY APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE RIGHT ABOVE ME, AND ASSAULTED ME HALF TO DEATH. HEY, BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW WITH THESE DIRT BAG MILITUFORCE ESS BRIGGBASE ASTRAL ENEMIES, IN HUMAN MATTER CONVERSION; SIR PRINCETON-EINSTEIN, YO????

HEEDA-WEDA, KIND FOLKS, YO:

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Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong? I hope my mouth works a little better than poor Tommy's, Mister ADA PHASE-4-Jack McCoy.

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

MY MUSIC PROJECT #29.

ONLY WHERE IS IT, MISTER HOUDINI?

VERSE ONE

I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

And I'm not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound

Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer

You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking

You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking

You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

That you've been working hard out in the sun all day

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you're not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. FOLKS, I TOLD YOU THATBACK IN SEPTEMBER OF 2012. DID I NOT, YO?

I am the Chosen Cursed HUNTINGTON, and the chosen cursed Huntington never is recognized no matter if I should jump up in the air and fly around like Jenny Johnson and even toss a shark through a high rise condo window. This was all eluded to in my great book from 1994 as I must slap my own back as no one else fucking will, yes, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't you dare fucking mock me; Mister McNulty!!!

OH MY WONDERFUL ARM BREAKER GINA, I am here to tell you that I need to remind peeps that this PARALLEL EVENT THAT HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE, A CRIME THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING GO UNPUNISHED FOREVER IN THIS CRUEL CUNT EATING MONSTER ASS COSMOS; needs for me to remind the world, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND SO I WILL DO JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night folks; I was in another one of my recurring dreams, to use mortal lingo. Let me elucidate, elaborate, and cry on your shoulders for just a seck; great peeps.

I may be dead and stinky by noonan, Robert Cheatley Patterson, and Doctor Corriell. Fuck Jonas Salk, I can take blood out of anybody, and when it goes back in, you're fucking 18 again, and I never went to mother fucking ass college, and I simply met a powerful lightning goddess in 1983, or was it really 1983, for that fucking matter? Just what the shit is real, or funny, or a nightmare, WEEEEEEEE? Hay, I am not the Cosmic fucking Swami, ladies and gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Moocho Sickem swalen cherundo', and flowers, and Frank Callio, and Cifaloglio heart attacks, right old pal, rapper, DEEZY SLIM? Hell, all that's left besides my 1983 sweet previous song, would be two keys too close together on keyboards, and McDonald's Restaurants in Atlantic City, with wild and shady Mayors; am I correct, my wonderful, awesome, and powerful goddess, Jennifer Washburn, and Tiffany; my 2 old and dear friends? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, how I miss those days, and you too Ballgame Nick, and the fun we all had before things got so bad, and we forgot what we all had, crissake man, this is not real, but is it fucking ass Memorex or monster-ass? Yeah fat lady, you can fucking sing now!!!!!!!!!! Hey up here in twenty-sixteen, I like the new administration up north there in Atlantic City. I think the new mayor is really cool, dog gone it; I really do.

PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR

This entire Pedigree World flooded once, because this great empire ruler was displeased with her great video game. But there is an extra ingredient with me unlike with anyone fucking else. No matter what I do, I get turned to toast, by these powerful Astral Gods/Goddesses, and my old 1975 pal can say it a lot better than me, ''whatever''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the expression ''damned if you do and damned if you don't'' was created, I was the one they were thinking all about, I assure you of that. Then there is an extra-extra-ingredient that's involved in all of this. This great simulation-game or simulationogram as I have come to refer to it as, has a name, and unlike the ''EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND-SOCIETY'', Morianity, as it is being told and translated, by Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr; has a given this dreamforce this name, a real actual name has been assigned and given to this fantastic cosmic game, and yes, BY HER; the great and powerful, and in fact screw the wizard of OZ, THE ALL-POWERFUL PINK GODDESS, and we all should know it by now, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any serious bible-student, degreed seminary scholar, and the like, sees with perfect and unmistakable clarity, should they carefully, and open mindedly, read the beginning of the KJV-CHRISTIAN BIBLE, that this incredible game that our beyond awesome and inconceivably unfathomable god (TRIPLE-GODDESS) was sure to provide us through the direct control of the prophets using this ESS-GTNOTG-GAME; just exactly how this entire time-line or (human-history in this world), in a gigantic game of hers, from HER-HOLY CITY the great capitol city of PLANK (Astral Realm), known there as Sahasra Dal Kanwal, meaning after translated into waking world modern English tongue, “CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE”.

JANUARY 26, 2016,

TUESDAY NIGHT AT 10:08,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-75/L-53).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%. WIND CHILL IS 62 .

WIND IS SE AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 23.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---4.

I WAS JUST FUCKING MAJOR-HACKED, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI. IT IS THAT FUCKING HACK WHERE THE LINE MOVES ON THE WORD-DOCK PAGE, BUT IT WON'T DO ANYTHING, FROZEN UP WITH THE CURSER LINE STILL BLINKING. I NEED TO BOOT OUT OF THE WORD PROGRAM AND COME BACK ON. TIME OF THE HACK WAS 10:13 POST MERIDIAN, 1-26-16.

Well gooooolllleeey Sergeant Carter, USMC, sir and a great big stench sucking SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!

A GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!

I was speaking to Mikey down in Miami a short while back, and we talked quite a while. The earlier part of this blog was when I got back home from a little bit of shopping, the later part was after I spoke with my buddy, and then ate a little non-Betty-Davis-DIN-DIN and that is why the time later on in this blog is also later on in time. WEEEEEEEEEE! Sheriff Mascara, my hackers are on me big time. If it doesn't stop, they will be totally fucking crushed and destroyed under all enemies of Mark Mohr on a Magnetic Sound Machine punishment crush destruct order, and that's a dam promise, kind friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mikey told me about some cool products at Walmart Store for a real great buy as far as prices go, and I will be checking it out when I go past there shortly on errands that I must take care of after my Housing Authority Inspection on Monday, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, ma'am, just what would these bored fucking prick dip shits do if they did not have me to pick on and persecute? Obviously the markets must be up a thousand points with this harassment starting up perdy fooking badly today, Tuesday, YO BRRRRRRR!!! My problem with lovely Egg Harbor Township up in Jersey Mizz Twinbay, is it really is difficult and impossible to stay real cheery and bright spirited when being viciously fucking persecuted and harassed all of your adult life ever since DOOMSDAY for me, back on August 15 of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND MORE APPROPRIATELY WORDED I SUPPOSE, FOR ME ANYWAY; ''HACKED-INTERNET''!

''HACKED-INTERNET''!

My big fantasy, kind Sheriff Mascara sir; would be to have whoever is doing all of these horrendous fucking evil monstrous things to me for thirty straight years, all chained together up on a bridge. The waters below would be filled with those fish that eat people to death, Parana fish, or whatever they are called, and however they are spelled. The bridge would then slowly become fucking ass electrified. They all are stuck in an ever increasing agonizing tear between jumping into fish eating death, or remain on the metal bridge frame slowly being cooked alive, by my wonderful lightning goddess DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought that I would share me' whittle tiny dare-thought with you, kind sir. If you were me and suffered for nearly 355 months; believe me when I tell you that you'd be thinking the very same thoughts and worse. Just wanted to share!

I won't lie when I look at this photo, sir. I can really picture this is my mind. To quote the kids, kind sir; “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!