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Fort Pierce may have a low close to the freezing mark later tonight. Strange things are going on all around me. I have had three weeks of beyond super freaking hell, and lots of major remembered hyperspace travels as well, (remembered vivid major dreaming activity)! Also, I sure as Store High In Transport ain't a lyin' about it; Mister BonJovi and all other nice kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!

CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY, ADA Wirtz, told me that I would find all of my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973; in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) USA, ESMWG, AND I DID NOT, YO. Just for the record!!!!!

FEBRUARY 7, 2016,

SUNDAY EVENING AT 7:33,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 51 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-57/L-48).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 56%, WIND CHILL IS 48 .

WIND IS WNW AT 6, WITH HARD GUSTS TO 31.

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THE GREAT AND POWERFUL UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE. EVEN THEY SIDE WITH THE RICH, SUCH AS WITH MY 1980 BEEGEE SONG THIEVING CASE; OH WONDERFUL SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS, SIR. BERNIE FOR PRESIDENT-46!!!!!

Someone wanted me to know about the great PINK GODDESS OF GARY MITCHELL. Too many coincidences are all rapped up in this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year 1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown above!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Folks, if you're waiting for me to mother freggin' cry about my horrible hellish nightmare existence, keep waiting and talk to this fellow below, YO BRAH!

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Ladies and gentlemen, here is the simple skinny to all of this outrageous unspeakable abominable horse crud I am forced to live through and endlessly endure 24-7-365.2422. It is called being under the Huntington Curse and living fifth dimensionally to boot; my friends. And my foes too of course! Let me please attempt to elaborate a small tid bit for you.

Paul Pedersen told me over the telephone several years ago, that the Haddonwood Swim Club did not totally close down, and still has a branch open in Haddonfield near the high speed line train tracks in-between the Haddonfield and the Ashland train stations. I was not shocked to hear that, as that did not have to close because all of the wild shit that was going on in Deptford at that branch of the club, was not happening back in the Haddonfield part of the club. Tony Zenun was the Manager, and the owner, an dI wonder if he is still the owner of the other part of it. I would like to shame the fucking bastard into paying me the 150 dollars he promised, when he suckered me into joining up for six months when he knew fully well it would be all closed down in a matter of a week or two somewhere, huh High School Judy? Oh well, as I told my old classmate from the 7^th and 8^th grade at HTHS at Westmont, New Jersey, “I don't want to talk about it”!!!!!!!!!!!

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So folks, allow me to tell just a wee bit more about all of this mother fucking rotten bullshit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The great thing about computers is that they can do a lot of things much faster than a human. Say you’re looking for a specific word on a web page. Instead of scanning it yourself, all you need to do is press Ctrl+F and type the word you’re looking for. There are mountains of shortcut like this, from pressing Ctrl+S to instantly save the file you’re working on, Ctrl+P to print it out, or Ctrl+T to open a new tab in your web browser. It may seem like more trouble than its worth at first, but after you use a shortcut one or two times, you’ll wonder why you ever did anything with the mouse. Check out our list of six shortcuts everyone should know, as well as our shortcut of the day series for even more tricks.

Now let us do some other worldly educative processes. I speak of discussing a tiny bit further, the subject of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.

Picking a round number of ten, as after all, humans seem to presently dominate this planet and they are normally born with ten fingers and ten toes, as if some sort of code or cosmic rhyme is being given us by 'someone or some thing, El-Capitan James Shatner Kirk, let us talk about the closest ten parallel universes to where we live awake with our physical bodies. More than half of the time that we are “dreaming”, we are in one of those ten extremely localized parallels or ELPU'S. Whenever things happen in these ten while asleep and dreaming through our doubles who are awake there in those alternate worlds, we are subject to a rubbing off effect that Morianity calls TOWEL-SEEPAGE EFFECTS, back here. We also while here, cause our doubles there, these same towel seepage or HSE Hyper-Space-Effects. The ELPU is a simple formula. The more absolutely close in a parallel is, the greatest the towel seepage or HSE effects are between the worlds. Most of us live and dream within about a dozen give or take, worlds, and in Dock Bruce Goldberg's fantastic book, this is sort of discussed, and he merely sees things slightly differently than Morianity does. I speak of his book called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. As we all move and go from awake to asleep and asleep to awake, night after night, year after year, in and throughout our lives, we interact in a very extremely localized parallel of worlds in five dimensions for a majority of time. Now about 40-45 percent of the time, we dream out way beyond these into more distant parts of hyperspace, but we are only concerning ourselves with the approximate 50% of this truth for right now, because as said earlier, the further out and away we go, the less the HSE (effects between worlds) occurs. It is this half or so, of our full fifth dimensional lives; that I am writing about here on this blog. Whenever we have an extremely unusual and traumatic event in our waking life, the most closest or ELPU'S also take a major HSE. Also, when we have a major item happen in our waking life, this also effects the lives of our ELPU doppelgangers, and so as we dream from those points onward into those worlds, there is more and more connectiveness in the fullness of the fifth dimension. All of this is of course, why I had something happen to me after I awoke on August 15 of 1986, that seemed to be totally life altering from that very second. And yes, I remember very clearly, the interaction over in this other world. It lasted 153 days and nights and yet it was all inside of just the one night here. Now without breaking any brains right now, or getting all ultra complicated and intricate with all of this freaking cow crap; those who know how to do major dream-control, and also know some of this incredible information; then become cosmic travelers. Many are benign and pose little to no threat to anyone. However, and a big ass fucking BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT here folks; there are some who are anything BUTTTTTTT benign. Long Story Short folks (LSS), a little bit of Morianity knowledge when totally misused, is more hazardous than all of these powers around the globe developing nuclear technologies. THAT is why when things are investigated that in any way connect into this ESS phenomena, we all get banged and slammed eventually into the endless world owner/controller HALLS WALLS and if we persist enough, become introduced to threats, intimidations, life changing situations, MIBS, negative undiagnosable health changes, and on and on and on I can go, from being fired from jobs to being harassed covertly by a force you can never prove yet you know dam well that it has wrecked and destroyed your entire mother fuckiGN life, without a single doubt in your mind whatsoever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see folks, these mother fuckers are watching every tiny little move that people who know shit like I do, make. Why do I say this? Because FCC BOB MCDOWELL, my computer was just major fucking cunt hacked; that's why, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The next time it happens; I will get on my dam Magnesonic, and do another fucking total major crush destruct punishment sequence order at full maxed out mother fuckiGN power, YO YO YO!!!!!

AT LEAST IT IS COOL,

with or without the WORMHOLE in COOLEY HALL, or LL and other music giants and Christmas Tree Angels of magic. As the military dude in ''HAIR'', said it so well; ''GOD ALMIGHTY'', AND LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS FUCKING HACKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One of these so-called silly spider tales from the inky dinky addey-A tune; is a commercial on television for a great tasting and wonderful and nutritious cereal that I eat all the time and have enjoyed all throughout my life, ''Cheerios''. Still, I did not like that stupid rotten bland female singer who used to always sing that line at the end of the ad spots, that went, ''The one and only Cheerios''. Well this was all getting on my nerves last summer, and reached a crescendo of a sort with me around the end of August, where I would always turn the advertisement off and just flick the remote control to a different channel each time the stupid add with the lousy bland singer would come on. Two things seem to be paralled into all of this however, whether I like it or not, as nobody ever gives me any choices about my hell in this fucking ass cosmos, folks. Two things began to occur immediately following my continuing to flick the ad off each time, and say out loud to the television, just to annoy the ghost of Theresa Pennock from the middle seventies; ''Stick that QUEER-EEE-CROW shit out your ass''. Now for reasons that are part of fucking cunt lapping cosmos, the great Microsucks word open office 3.1, keeps crashing whenever I try and take the word ''QUEER-EEE-CROW'', and when not capitalized, and the red spell checker wavy lines appear under the three small 'e' letters, and I click to add it to the fucking cunt lapping ass dictionary, boom, it crashes the fucking stupid ass cunt eating program, for the goddess only fucking knows why, YO YO!!!

NOW THIS HACK STOPPED ME FROM TELLING THE STORY, UNTIL NOW, A DAY LATER, SO HERE GOES, FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, as soon as I began saying this, all the crows that always used to follow me on all of my errands, totally vanished. It is right out of the Twilight Zone old black and white television shows. They used to be already at my bank on days I would go there steadily each month, as well as in other various locations, and then poof, all gone. They also hung around my apartment building, now, it is as if every crow was shot by the Farmers Crop Protection Club. But the real huge deal here is that both dates were in August, and involved me hating a television vocalist and an advertisement that was repeatedly on and annoying the fucking shit out of me. My cunt eating pernt Mister Archibald Queens Bunker is really quite simple here, and Professor Kaku knows what I am speaking of here, the second that he reads into the following sentence and paragraph. I promise the world that, right here, and right now; oh lovely Corecedin LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PROGRAM CRASH WARNING!!!

UP IN THE FUTURE, YO MARK MOHR:

DO NOT TRY TO CORRECT THE CHEERIOS SHIT.

Upline old woman in a bed, jacked into one hell of a great virtual reality game, named Sara J. Karge. You go girl. You know how this shit all works, Professor, old pal. If this was not some ''simulationogram'', then why can't I write the word queer-eee-crow, and make the correction spellchecker lines go away by clicking on those three middle 'eee' letters, without crashing this ''open-office 3.1 program, but more importantly, why every time that I despise a vocalist on a television advertisement in the eighth mother fucking month of a year; does it alter my interaction with the cosmos, changing my entire life into MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR CITY, as a direct result? What fucking possible explanation for this seemingly unconnected in any way, total nonsense, could there be. I just now tried again to correct this, and sure enough, it made the program crash for a third time, and is why I left a message FOR MYSELF, in the future, not to ever try and correct this again, but why is this, and for that matter, why whenever it is around middle or late August, and I hate a singer on a TV ad spot and turn it off and curse it out, does it cause a horrible total alteration in my life, just as with that horrible mother fucking putrid rotten singer that the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey Club hired in 1986, or the WGBS CHANNEL 57-UHF-TV peeps did,one or the other, and I had the same thing happen to me when I hated that rotten singer, cursed at him, and turned off the ad spot each time. Things like this, Professor Kaku lead me to a powerful and IMHO fascinating conclusion that you may agree or not agree with, and hope to hear your spin of such things, in coming years, on shows you do on the great SCIENCE CHANNEL, my pal!!!!!!!!!!! CHEERIOS or the manufacturer of this cereal, must be one of the gateways or portals or space-time-mind windows that operate in some way, part of this fantastic upline reproduction of a world where this Sara girl as an old woman, created her entire past as a young girl in, and thus bang, out entire side of the big bang black hole became our white matter space of her black matter space worm hole. If Cheerios is not a gateway, then why this hack for no apparent reason at all. Of course I could try another word as for example, 'manipulate'. Let us try this. Man-iii-pulate. Now first, Professor sir, only the pulate part has come out with the correction red wavy lines, so let me try another word. First, correcting this did not crash the open-office 3.1 Microsoft program, and I would have bet a million bucks it would not have. Pay up cosmos, you know I speak the dam truth. Now let me try another gateway experiment, from my book in 1994, called, ''The Permission Barrier''. I created the word EXIM-RATIO in this book, and from there, the idea later soon came to the world to create the Serious and the XM RADIO. Let me do my own word that they stole, with three small 'e' letters in-between, and do it all in small letter casing. The 'xm-eee-ratio' is now being experimented with. This time, the xm and the eee are both showing red correction lines, let me see if this crashes the program. Well, it crashed, professor Kaku sir. So there goes my Cheerios Theory. See, I am honest. If I am not correct in a theory, I accept that, and I move on. MARK WAYNE MOHR, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SPELL CHECK CORRECT THE RED LINES, IT MAKES THIS STUPID MICROSUCKS PROGRAM CRASH. This is a message I am just sending to my future self who may be reading this, and that other me may have forgotten the details about this night and this blogging.

Now there can always be the quantum alternative, that each thing I doin trying to troubleshoot the problem with this, merely alters the crap around me so that if I had not done this, the other things would never have crashed. I used to think I was fucking really losing my mind when playing roulette at the Jersey casinos many times, as very similar things in the quantum world would make its presence known to me on many occasions.

Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.

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I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those were the days, huh ''JOE''????????????????????????

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SCREW YOU JANE WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN.

BACK WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.

Good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don't shoot this poor old red light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

OK THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING; MORIANITY may have been a complete fucking failure, and my houseboat two decades ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen? At least I can go to my cunt sniffing grave knowing that I really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags are a royal pain in my ass?

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SO WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:

Friday, September 22, 2006

Morianity Bible -----------------IS THE PAST REAL, IS THE FUTURE REAL?

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995

There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be braced....................

I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the script of prior writings; as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters.

By By for now, big KAL.

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 97

PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY AND STATE OF FLORIDA BOARD OF MOTHER FUCKING HEALTH, YO YO YO YO, THESE ILLEGALS ACROSS FROM ME ARE KILLING ME WITH THEIR MOTHER FUCKING

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PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!! PAULA SATAN KING IS NO GOOD, AND THE BIGGEST FUCKING MONSTER IN THIS MOTHER FUCKING COSMOS!!!!!

Watch the Dow Jones fucking fly up forever, kind folks, and this is no fucking joke, YO!!!! You will see, just as I told you, lovely giant fucking GINA. TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU-TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME FOR ALWAYS BEING CORRECT IN MY PROPHECIES. PLEASE DO NOT BLAME ME.

AS LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF DIRT BAGS CAN TORTURE AND TORMENT ME ENDLESSLY AND FOREVER, THIS MARKET WILL GO UP FOREVER AND AT A CLIP NOT EVER SEEN SINCE IT ALL BEGAN IN THE LATE EIGHTEEN HUNDREDS RIGHT THROUGH INTO 1986. AFTER THESE ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKERS USED ME TO ENDLESSLY MAKE IT GO HIGHER, NOT ONLY HAS IT, BUT AT A RATE THAT ANY MATHEMATICIAN KNOWS FULLY WELL, PROVES MY CLAIMS AND VINDICATES ME AS NO CRACK-POT NUT JOB WHACKADOODLE!!!! THE EVIL UNITED STATES AND THE GLOBAL BILLIONAIRES ARE GETTING AWAY WITH GERMANY STYLE GAS OVEN HOLOCAUST DEATH TORTURE OF A TOTALLY INOCENT MOTHER FUCKING LEGALLY BORN USA CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was not picked on a whole lot, back on the days that the stock marked was down, but every time it was way up, I WAS BEING VICIUOSLY MOTHER FUCKING ASSAULTED WITHOUT MERCY, and my local Sheriff knows this story is 100% true and totally mother fucking real, folks of the pwanet, and Elmer Fwudd!

My dirt bag illegal guest nabes from hell have been going in and out, all fucking cunt day today, Saturday, and my CUNT LAPPING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ROACHES ARE SWARMING ALL OVER THE CUNT CHEWING PLACE HERE; MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI!!!!!!!! WHEN I GO TO MY PUBLIC HOUSING RECIRTIFICATION APPOINTMENT MONDAY AFTERNOON, I PLAN ON CRYING AND PLEADING WITH RESIDENT MANAGER DEBRA MARATOO TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT JAMES AND HIS ILLEGAL GUEST, BEFORE I HAVE TO HIRE AN ATTORNEY, AND SUE, AND GET THE DAM BOARD OF HEALTH INVOLVED; MY KIND SHERIFF SIR, AND THIS IS NOT A FAKE OUT. JUST WATCH ME DO IT COME THE EIGHTH, YO YO!!!!!

Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back in 1970 at Haddonfield, New Jersey, Sir Rottenberry ROCKDROID LURCH!!!!!!!

Saturday, February 6, 2016, 71 degrees in Fort Pierce, Florida.

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SOME WORDS from parallel universes:

PRISH-----someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he's a real prish.

ARDANON-----someone who is not appreciated no matter what they ever do.

QUELZAFRUKE-----Someone who General Patton and my cousin Donald would have nothing but disrespect for. They lose and laugh about it.

This is the same parallel universe where I was just last night, and still living in Atco, New Jersey on Norris Avenue where instead of houses along the one side of the road, it is a large trailer park. Instead of saying seventeen, people there say sevteenteen, and instead of saying trick or treat, they say tricky teet teet. I don't know why things are the way they are, but I do know this mother fuckign much my kind friends and fiends out there, whoever and wherever you all are: If this was as weird as shit got, I would be sipping on pink lemonade and driving a brand new Caddy and living in style somewhere nice out in the mother fuckign goddess dam keys and trading horror woman stories with the great Jimmy fucking Buffet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT, I promise you.

Here is what happened on 09-27-2014, in the late afternoon after the cleaning lady left. I went into the kitchen and immediately discovered that my pills had been cleverly stolen. I have been on two different medications for lowering blood pressure for quite a while, under the care of Doctor Jay Schorr. He never canceled them, and the insurance company would call and tell me to pick up a prescription at my local pharmacy, Wallgreens. Naturally I took one or the other and not both, but still, they piled up for a little while. I didn't think it was my place to question a doctor, and just picked up stuff that I was told to get, and use whatever he said to use. So there was a stock piling of some of the blood pressure and water retention medication. These containers were carefully counted out and the date of next refill carefully matched, by these thieves, so that I would have just enough, and they only took the 80% surplus of the pills in these two bottles. She also took cans of pink salmon, Manhattan Clam Chowder soup cans, and a few other canned food from the cabinet next to the one where my meds are kept. She was going in and out so many times it was ridiculous, telling me I did nit have the right cleaning stuff or enough of it, when I did, and had plenty left from what she had used the last time she cleaned in here, and it was bought by me at local dollar store cleaning areas, exactly what she told me to get, I even had a list, and had the manager of the store a year back, help me with this, I also gave her what I had left in change in a jar, around a buck thirty, towards all this nonsense. I do not ever keep cash, I have a checking account and a debit card, what else do honest law abiding people need, Sheriff Mascara of Saint Lucie County? All I ever do all my life is try to follow and obey the law and get along, and all I ever get is raped, robbed, beat up, and assaulted in many various ways since getting out of school and entering this so-called great wonderful adult life, early in the nineteen mother fuckiGN seventies. Later on I ran into Stanley from next door and we got talking, and I told him that shit went missing earlier in the day while having my apartment cleaned, but I cannot accuse anyone, as it could have been anyone, her, the guy he talks to across from me who causes me trouble, James, or even anyone walking down the hall and letting themselves in. I was not in a position to be facing the door, and would not see who violated me. When you do not see it, you cannot accuse, but all odds are it was James or the cleaning lady or both, as they both were going in and out of his apartment a lot, during the cleaning. But I want to make the point that I never accused HER, or JAMES, but merely told Stanley the circumstances that happened. He then said to me, “It had to be her, James wouldn't do that, he would never walk into your apartment, she was in there, it speaks for itself”. I just nodded my head. But later, the backstabber told her that I HAD CALLED HER A THIEF, so he likes to generate troubles for me, and I no longer trust or like the son of a bitch. Hurting me is one thing, but I have not time for evil rotten fuckiGN back stabbing type of people who maliciously wait for you to have a problem, and then try intentionally to worsen that problem for you. These kind of folks should literally be burned slowly in oil.

So the next thing I know, a knock at my door comes, and it is the cleaning lady, telling me off. With her, is that weird tall crippled girl that has nothing better to do with her time than sit around with the rest of the Lenny/Ed L&O Bobby Sabo roaches, on the ground floor social gathering areas. She did not come all the way to my apartment but was somewhere around the next unit down where Stanley lives and maybe just further away beyond that, and they were talking trash about me, the one who got the crime committed against him, but you know how this works, MARK THE BAD GUY. She did just what I knew she would do; she demanded to come in just far enough so we could talk in private and have the door to the apartment closed. Then she read me the riot act and told me she didn't need her reputation tarnished, and went on and on, and then demanded I show her the pills that were stolen, or the bottles. This is because she already knew that logic was on her side, as they now had the perfect amount of pills inside them, as remember, I told you how they only stole the surplus amounts in two different bottles. This is why I know a few cases in the Judge-Judy TV show are wrong, and that the great never wrong Judy is indeed wrong on some cases, because people are humans with weird habits, and things happen such as with this, and if she had her way, and I had allowed her to see my two pill bottles that now contained just the right amount of these pills in each one, who would win the debate, or a court case, or anything, and I had already figured this out and knew she was going to use this if this came to a head, and of course it did, after Stanley caused me the trouble and lied and opened his big mouth up telling the story of what we privately talked about, all out of order and context. I can always totally fucking depend on these things. So she is in my kitchen, and demands to see my pill bottles, and I told her they are hidden away and I don't want to reveal where, and that I don't want you up in my cabinets as she by that time had opened them. After being balled out and scolded some more, I finally was rid of her. As she left, she still wanted her pay that we agreed on, and called me a liar, as she was supposed to get that money Friday the 27^th of September, oh wait a minute, now I am remembering shit all better. She was supposed to get it when my disability money on October 3, came in. So when she did not, she came up at half past five or a tad later that evening, on Friday. I told her I am as good as my word, quote, and that she'll be paid, but was hoping to shame this evil witch a little. But as with all of OTAMM and Satan's army, they do not shame, they are evil drug addict no good system using bums that if you turn your back on, just like THAT-FAMILY and so many of its branches up north, will steal you blinder than ten Stevie Wonder's all put together, and say you did it and you're the bad guy, without throwing any fish or buying any ?Progressive Insurance from gorgeous lovely FLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see, this was a major catastrophe for me, so I put a lot of shit other than for basic things about it, out of my mind, a very great survival technique and tool that I have learned to employ ever since March of 1971 with Strong-Girl-Venka in my art room at school. You only take blocked shit out of the hidden area of your mind, when you absolutely must call on it for whatever the reasons. I call this the Venka Strong Girl Syndrome or for short, the VSG Syndrome. It isn't too pretty, and involves me being sexually molested by that child perv when I was 15 years old, at the home now owned by the great Atlantic City Water Company and Sarah Callio and Jim McGettigan, and all the evil bastards who all these decades have been and still are, trying to wipe me out and obliterate me, an innocent person who never did fuckiGN squat to them. You missed me Miss Bitch-ass Jane Dirtbag Fonda Crud. TEE HEE HEE Lilly Munster Shipyards Andrews!!!!

SOMEONE HAS SUPER FUCKING HACKED ME IN MICROSUCKS. THEY SAY THIS WON'T PROPERLY SAVE, SO I WILL COPY IT ALL FROM A WEBSITE I POST IT TO UNDER A HACKING BLOG NUMBER TITLE. THERE'S ALWAYS A WAY TO SKIN A FUCKING CUNT EVIL CAT, OR PERSON IN THIS CASE. LONG AGO, THE SKINNING CATS EXPRESSION, HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH SKINNING CATS, BY THE WAY, FOR THE CAT LOVERS OF THE WORLD WHO DID NOT KNOW THIS, AND I HAVE ZERO SPARE TIME RIGHT NOW TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU.

NOW I'll DISCARD THIS DOCUMENT ONCE I PASTE IT TO THE PAGE I JUST NOW BEGAN, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!

I NEED MAJOR HELP, ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK??????????

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 96

After a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while, a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.

There were no major harassment's to discuss today, just little minor bullshit stuff, and to quote my late dad, “Don't sweat the small shit”, so I don't. Now big shit, for thirty solid ass years; hey people; that's a whole other ballgame!!!

OH PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!

FEBRUARY 5, 2016,

FRIDAY NIGHT AT 8:19,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES FNHT.

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

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 65%, FEELING LIKE 62.

WIND IS N AT 5, GUSTING HARD TO 30.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES--15.

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Yes folks, I wish to quickly discuss The great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK. Gee, just what is going on, Paula King? I had a major powerful dream, back early this millennium, ladies and gentlemen; that she had miscarried our younger daughter Patty-Paula King Junior, or ('PEE') as she likes being called, in a parallel universe; where she did not get birth scrubbed by Mother-Nature. I like calling her 'PEEJ', but since PEE hates that, I just call her PEE as she wishes. We lived in the Egg Harbor City Roundhouse Manor, that over here in this waking world, is a museum, and is also where my pal from Jersey, and my Cifaloglio coworker, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior; is the museum's curator. That is until the day that I found myself in lots of trouble for trying to blackmail the governor of th estate in this 'dream' that was more real than anything over here in this waking place. Instead of paying off for my sitting on the governor's secret of being a bit light in the loafers, I was caught off guard in a wooded area by state police, and then one of them rolled up on the call as I realized the situation that I was in and tried to make a run into the deep woods. I was shot in the back and died. I woke up here of course, and left PEE fatherless. This is when she flipped out and almost killed several state troopers and was sentenced to the locally area famous Harborfields Detention Center, which by the way is only a mile from the Roundhouse Manor Estate, or the Roundhouse Museum here in this waking world sideband dimension of hyperspace, referenced to the place over there where I was 'dreaming' from. So just how did this entire mess really all get started, PEE, Paula King Senior, Atlantic City, hyperspace traveling, my blogs, having the ESS revealed to me, my August 15, 1986 living nightmare Huntington Curse, Real Good NASA Curly Girls, and a zillion other mother fuckiGN wild and outlandishly inconceivable items? Well, does anyone have a spare decade or so to just sit around reading my shit, YO? Of course not, so let's forget Terry Egghead from the great Jersey harbors and her way of writing literature, and just continue down the road of Morianity Boulevard, as it is, YO BRAH!

First, as I stated; I come right out and openly tell that I do not believe that the creators of STAR TREK were totally from here in this universe. I believe that in a parallel universe, doubles (doppelgangers) of them such as Mister Roddenberry, became what Morianity refers to as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. Simply put, the more advanced doubles of the people, who we know here, only as THEM, and not them plus their controlling-double who is asleep physically from their parallel universe and dream-controlling their double here, so that they will do something or not do something, or whatever the case may be, that is behind most if not all 'T3E' activity. So why then does Roddenberry and the Trek Peeps, create not only this show, and all of the great spin off shows and movies that followed? The only possible thing that could hope to answer, is that a huge army of the fifth dimension uses this jack-in gamer simulation we call the cosmos, to play a wild game. Someone wanted me to know about the great PINK GODDESS OF GARY MITCHELL. Too many coincidences are all rapped up in this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year 1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown below, and there are literally dozens more things, that time won't permit me to scratch the surface on, with any one blog; now or ever.

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[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996

To this I will give you 'my little personal opinion', to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!

And if you don't like it, Kate; don't bite my head off, or Steve's either, pweeeeeeeze big wovwee girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no folks, Steve at the psychic shop is another Steve, and that's a promise. But Nick will always be Nick, even if big Katy is not there to muscle in.

You missed me wicked water witch bitch, Mizz Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Nonobreath!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Said nine times or nine million times, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU (IWALU) so very very much, LIGHTNING!!!

SOOOOOOOO, A WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, AND A JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, ZERANNISS JONES of Sahasra Dal Kanwal; capitol city of the great Astral Plane (PLANK REALM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Henningsen said it best after this, or before this, or 'whatever' Bob Andrews sir; you all know perfectly well what it was back in the late nineteen hundred sixties, “IT'S JUST THAT SIMPLE”. Well, now the fat lady can stop singing and even go and fucking sit down, YO!!!!!

To all great turkey's and teck no pops everywhere:

AND S—T—O—P!!!!!!!

END TRANNY, SWEET OLD GRANNY, YO!

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996