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BLOG ENTRY OF 2-16-2016
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Ever since I began
Googling the FAA Technical Center and began reading a few pop up
items, noise outside as well as slamming doors here inside this PHA
building, also began starting to grow and build, as it usually does
when the Milituforce does not like me getting onto any of their stuff
throughout the years and decades, YO! Nothing new at all is ever
really going on with any of this, tall lovely ice cream KATE of
Abseacon, New Jersey! If I am at all correct, a powerful magnetic
symbolism exists through all of this, as come on, gimme' a break,
magnetic, north pole, Jesus Christ Almighty! Traymore, Trinidad,
Tennessee? What else lurks around so many murky corners, James
Maverick Rockfish Warwick Rockford?
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM,
SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, JEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE!!!!!
JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST GOT ME WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF MOTHER FUCKIGN
CUNT CHEWING ELEVEN, LADS AND LASSIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO MY
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My
life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde;
but I will tell you that I don't need to talk about what my rotten
darn daughter did and all of her family; not to you, to me, or even
to Russell out there, wherever he may be, Mister Chester-Frank
BluCRANTRAN Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA. They did NOT want me, all
things notwithstanding Microsoft Corporation, to
BE HYPNOTIZED. YYYYYYYYY???????
Now
folks, a moron fucking heroine hooked child, can see through a lot of
this mother fuckiGN bullshit, with the ease of a blind man with a
cunt lapping cane!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These
HALLS FAWCES seem to want me not to know and remember
a hell of a lot, and it goes way past what most folks think is
relevant in life, an dis not three but mother fucking totally fifth
dimensional. Every time I do one thing to try and understand what is
behind these mother fucking OZ
CURTAINS IN MY LIFE,
I either get Giant Kate threatening to kick my ass over at Dairy
queen up near pussy fucking huffing Atlantic city while with
Congressman Andrews' Assistant, Mister Clarence Harris, or I get
computer hacked, or noise attacked, BUT IT IS ALWAYS SOMETHING, and I
can depend on it happening every time without fail and just about
immediately, and this has gone fuckiGN cunt on now folks for decades
and decades, not just the past several hours and days and curly
fuckign girls of the great and powerful NASA and NSA of 1978 and
1986, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!
The
morning assault gave them a big boost this morning. Then it was quiet
until almost five or so this turd eating fuckiGN evening when I tried
to get a bit of information on Admiral
Perry
and his quite unfathomably fascinating and vely vely McDowell
governmentally intelesting family!!!!!!!! You tell it sweet and true,
Mizz Mildred B. Young of Cooley Hall. Nobody is going to fire you, to
Russia with endless love, huh all snowed in peeps, YO???????? WOW and
YOWZER is it getting mother fuckiGN noisy as shit around this
apartment, great SHERIFF MASCARA, my hopeful protector, and kind pal
and sir!!!!!!!!!
Watch my
roaches multiply now that this illegal mother fucker is slamming in
and out over and over and over, kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!
Illegal
motorcycles, illegal nabes, illegal music blasters earlier this
morning during the fire alarm time circa, this is a real bad fucking
assault on me kind Sheriff, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff sir,
and others; these mother fuckiGN twat licking milf hummers are not
giving me a choice with this, so watch the weather get brutal soon,
along with nasty ass fucking crashes all over, earthquakes,
volcanoes, and you name it, as I have fuckiGN cunt ass had it, YO YO
YO YO!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP21 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
This is a blog paste page,
for posting at sites that are not BLOGGER DOT COM. If you wish to
read me at this site, with great quality and better photos and
more color, etcetera, and are someplace else, just use my link
please, and come to BLOGGER.
Thank you folks, and have a
very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am
I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND
CONDOR?
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YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE
SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE
ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY
ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT
WRONG.
Yeah
you can run me down in your powerful car great Paula Joyce King, and
Art Crane too, but that will only prove you are a horrible vicious
murdering monster rapist, oh great queen of Atlantic City, along with
your gal pal KATEY-QUEEN of the Federal Aviation Administration
Dairies!!!!!!
Yeah
you can run me down in your powerful car great Paula Joyce King, and
Art Crane too, and then we'll be crossing over, to quote me in 1984
in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, while talking to Professor Theodore
Jackson at parallel universe Florida State College.
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Pau—stolen
form
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2013
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No
Detective Green sir;
they
didn't want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE.
We all know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.
A
long time ago, I knew as surely as I knew my name because of stuff
happening around me that had no other possible explanation in the
world, that the three major American networks appeared to be watching
me and my life. I never totally got an explanation for many things
that my father was into in his younger years while in the United
States Navy after joining up with the Merchant Marines and then
shortly thereafter when America entered into World War II, the
Merchant Marines became a part of the U. S. Naval System. My father
knew Einstein, and he also knew way too many things, stuff that would
not even get around to happen for years and years, such as the crap
with the motion picture Star Trek, and a lot more, believe me. My mom
told me after they were newlyweds, he would awaken in the middle of
the night screaming like a baby, and was right out of stuff that I
read after working at the RPL Recording Studio, upon the advice of an
engineer pal of mine there in 1980, called, “The Philadelphia
Experiment”. Then there was the FBI tapping our telephone all of my
growing up life and ordering my mom into their Philly offices where
she was shown photos of her husband and my dad in a divers suit in
Florida. My mom also had a very close cousin out of numerous weird
cousins, and she was a sensible nice lady who worked in Manhattan at
the main library there as a Head Librarian. A man came in several
times and eventually he hooked up with her, and this would be her
husband, the German banker, only then a young lad over here in
America for reasons only the gods know, named Heinz Gottwald. I have
speculated about these things as well as all of my strange personal
encounters and interactions in Atlantic City ever since early
boyhood, with some really strange wild characters. Yet with all of
this an da whole lot more, I won't dare to lie to a darn soul and
claim that I have any darn answers at all. Why this is all going down
around me is pretty darn wild, but IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse to deny
reality or ignore my past encounter with a quite unforgettable
educator by the name of David Leigh Smith, from the great Cooley Hall
of Haddonfield, New Jersey's Bancroft Neural Health System, that has
as so many other things, vanished away in the past decade! I am not
imagining how my blog says things and then great famous people seem
to be using it in their lives. I also know that I am not imagining
that powerful anti-pollution sixties television commercial with my
voice on the beach yelling out, “Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!
MY
SPELL CHECKER HAS BEEN HACKED OUT, FCC!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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