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My dirtbag upstairs nabes are fucking with me big ass time, SHERIFF KJM, sir!!!!!! For the past two mother fucking mornings, they have been slamming and banging around up there, and hammering very hard on my goddamn walls. Shortly, I think it is best for me to dial 911 when it happens next time, and then press charges if they refuse to stop this. I see no other remedy for this monstrous Rose highview Copycat Jacobey shituation for the fucking sake of DOGTOWN!

Every time they go on a heavy roll with this shit, IT BRINGS ME A HORRENDOUS NIGHTMARE SUPPLY OF FILTHY ROTTEN DISEASED COCK ROACHES AS WELL, KIND SHERIFF, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of Harrasment : part two.	PAu001148157	1988
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IT WAS NOT FUNNY THEN AND IT IS NOT FUNNY NOW!

Now there have been a few brave souls who have wondered aloud, and let me know it through numerous channels and back doors, that if indeed MIND CONTROL is so much behind everything, how can I ever really know just who is truly behind this? The sad part is that I CANNOT EVER TRULY KNOW THINGS LIKE THIS, HOW COULD I POSSIBLY KNOW THE MOTHER FUCKING UNKNOWABLE FOR CRISSAKE????????????? Mind Control or Roddenberry-Telosianism has a lot of powerful, and vely McDowell intelesting stuff connected into it; going far beyond the DEF-CON NUMERATIVE 343434 or basic Redfield Technology. Let us move along for right now with some more about how MIND CONTROL is EVERYTHING, and if one is able to do even a small amount of this, using all sorts of fucking cunt nasty shitty possibilities, a person or a group would literally CONTROL THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before delving into this however, allow me pweeeeeeeeze to finish my whittle point regarding that wonderful STAR TREK episode with James Daley, playing the role of FLINT! The test of power, and yes, the wonderful songs from 1983 while living in ATCO. All along, I HAVE HAD DOROTHY'S MAGICAL OZ-SLIPPERS, or AKA, my (if ever truly needed) RELIEF CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!!! One item that fits quite well here is something that reminds me of that really great episode on the original STAR TREK television show from the nineteen sixties, where James Daley played Flint, the immortal character, who lived on a planet that had something on it called Ritalin, and could be thought of as a non syfy real life medicine that is given to misbehaving or very unruly and disruptive children, to stabilize their moods. That endless 343434 will NEVER GO AWAY, any more than my 1983 problems will. Am I really wrong, Earthers? ButTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT butts, and yes, but, my true point is not the Relief Claus itself, but rather the fucking goddamn metaphysical properties and mechanics laying underneath all situations. When we need a particular item, the very need for it forces the item to indeed pop up somewhere or somehow into the cosmos. This does not mean that too many of us mere mortals will ever really understand this principle enough to use the full dynamics of it properly so that as with me here, WE CAN ACTUALIZE THAT ITEM. With me, it was the realization that I can always undue the asking of a very special favor to a very special pink goddess. I also need to move the mother fucking hell out of this horrendous public housing building, known as the Park Terrace of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. So the more I knew this and believed this, the more things started to move in wild ways, such as those building meetings as well as the dude who I refer to as NG-ADS, who upon occasion comes to this very building and talks with me, while bringing some medical supplies to several of the tenants. I now am looking at some places to move to that are indeed affordable, and far better than here for me to be living at, yo yo yo yo yo yo. My goal is to be out by the end of the following winter.

The nightmares are worse than the roaches. Almost every single night, I am back in Jersey in hyperspace, and monstrous horrific shit is always happening around me, Sheriff Mascara, me kind sir! Yessir me wonderful and kind Sheriff KJM, I have talked a lot about both 'PARALLEL EVENT', and also, 'REALITY-3'. I know that it all sounds fantastic, but what you must understand is that I did something for eight solid months in 1986 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, that the mighty Albert Einstein said publicly, COULD NOT BE DONE. Bearing that in mind, I think that folks should at least consider the goddamn remote possibility that 'just maybe I have something here', if I can quote the great stooge, Mister Moe Howard. I have told exactly what is necessary in order to perform the parallel event system applied to the game of Roulette, that absolutely fucking proves my words on this 13+ year blog project, ARE 100% TRUE AND REAL!!!!!!!!!!

Mind Control is the most powerful weapon in the arsenal of the mighty and extremely fucking DEMONIC MILITUFORCE. The entertainment and media industry knows all about these things, AND USES THIS SHIT QUITE EFFICIENTLY, may I also add in here. A lot of the Milituforce assaults that began around me, came as a result of a song in 1986, that I wrote, and sent down to the mighty United States Copyright Office, with lyrics talking all about these matters, the name of the song being “Ripoff Town”!!!!!!!!! All of many these years since 1986, during this totally fucking demonic death siege by this evil Milituforce, I thought it was the title song of this musical project called “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but just maybe it was because of the other tune on that fucking cunt eating cassette tape, yo, Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!! Who can ever really know anything for sure, kind sir?

Jane fucking diseasedwhoredogshit just fucking cunt eating nailed me good with that cock sucking page eleven of eleven, despite the covering over of the page number on the lower left side of the monitor screen. When I moved the mother fucking mouse to do something, the prompt of this displayed on the right side of the screen, so here is my goddamn fucking compensation.

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A LOT OF MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' JERK OFFS AROUND THE PLANET, ARE GOING TO BE TOTALLY OBLITERATED, AND WIPED OUT, ALONG WITH THOSE WHO THEY LOVE, AND FUCKING ASS CHERISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff; laugh at me all you god dam want to sir; I am telling you that these monster mother fuckers are killing me, and have killed me for 30 years or more; and they covertly murdered off both my mother and my best friend David Roth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for right now, this topic needs a little bit of addressing sir, and yes, the Callio family is going to be discussed, and just as I pasted in what I am trying to post here; my program was frozen and nearly crashed, Sheriff Sir!!!!

The great Victoria Callio and the great Callio family; perrrr-fect together, huh Homeland Security Ex-Chief Mister Tom Kean, kind sir? And I promise all the horrible hunters of the world that I sure ain't lion!!!! Even McGuire and my long dead Cousin Arthur. JEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE; Detective Fontanna, sir!

Sheriff sir; the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the enemy strikes to taunt me; and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, another mother fucking 'WORD-DISAPPEARING' HACK, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks like this is starting out bad, at half past goddess dam eight on this dam ass Tuesday moooooooanin', sir!!!!

The Tandy (Radio Shack) employee; told me, back in 1997; that he was scared to death of the Callio family. Shortly after we were meeting privately at my home in Somerdale, New Jersey, to do things pertaining to that family of nightmare washcloths from hell; he had a gorgeous goddess at his college, suddenly ask him out. He told me later she tried to run him over. Her name was Paula. Paula lives to try and run people she does not like over in cars. She is a very dangerous horrible person if the word 'person' even applies to the reality here, Sheriff. If you study both WFMU and WAYV, Sheriff sir, you'll see a huge truth is happening and that all my claims are real, right down to the Governor's race in a parallel universe where I ended up shot in the back by a state trooper, and it is all on blogs that need to be archived, from 2006-2011. My blogs speak of how three years earlier while living at the Highview Apartments of Williamstown, New Jersey; I met up with former security ops Mister Arthur Crane, and how Paula King then, at a Super-Walmart Parking Lot, in Washington Township; tried to run us down with her white sports car. WHITE SPORTS CAR, shape shifters, duplicators, exploratrons, somnambulists; the laundry list is long and quite ugly, Mister Edgar Casey and Professor Michio Kaku Roswell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU SEE I RESPECT RUSSIA AND OTHER PLACES IN THE PAST COMMUNIST DAYS WHEN A CITIZEN KNEW WHERE THEY STOOD FROM THE TIME THEY WERE THREE FUCKIGN CUNT TURD SWALLOWING YEARS OF DAM ASS AGE, YO. They were taught to shut up and agree and never make trouble, and just obey the authority and ruler dictator. Fine, I can respect a non phony system where at least, shitty as it fucking cunt was, we all knew just where we stood. Here in this so-called free country, LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH, you are told you can do what you want and you're free, and all that lie shit jazz from grade school. It is one huge mother fucking total lie. This I don't respect. Not one tiny fucking little dick throbbing bit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Here comes the fire people to deactivate this horse shit fucking alarm, at 4:49 Post Meridian!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Holy mother fucking shitwater CUBED in Cuba, YO. Lottery winner, Cuba's Dad, yeah, I am. I have proof that all of you were in on this, along with 2010 jailbird BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still think I am a fucking nutcase, Mister Bonjovi, YO??????????

ENEMIES ARE NOT WASTING ANY TIME TODAY, IMMEDIATELY WITH THE FUCKING WORD-DISAPPEARING MOUSE HACK; FCC, AGPB, FBI, ACLU, AND SHERIFF KIND SIR!

My program just crashed, Sheriff, your protection must have stopped due to lack of manpower, sir.

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What really pisses me off is that I have told the entire world a major story for thirteen years and three and a half months. Not a single soul has a clue how much hell is operating around us because no one believed me about Trump or about parallel event, or about a zillion other fucking powerful things, oh wonderful Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MIND CONTROL is the entire thing. All serious biblical scholars know that the bible insists that GOD ALMIGHTY does not mess with free will. Now if the Milituforce DOES and even the ALMIGHTY DOES NOT, what does this tell humanity about all of this horrible monster ass fucking dogshit, at light speed cubed and CUBAN???????????????

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I have some gripes and other stuff to get off of my freaking dam chest, but then, WEIN?

Yesterday was extremely quiet; an outlandishly infrequent occasion for me, over the past two or three emmereffing years or so, my BRAHHH!!!

My first gripe, and pet peeve, to put it about as politely, and non-naughty, as a thousand dam Tommy Rowe's ever could do, without the jam or the jelly, from 1969, and all things that creepeth and crawleth; is about my residence and the preferential illegal treatment that some residents here have over others, such as myself. Hey Public Housing Authority of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Planet Earth; how come I cannot conveniently go back home and slowly move and find a new place to live and as long as I pay my rent on this apartment, keep my stuff ''stored''? Regulations, says Mizz Debra Marotto! OK, fine; then how come James from across the hallway to me, has been doing just exactly that same thing for three years, ''using that apartment for storage'', quoting exactly, the words of my resident manager, Mizz DM? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, AND PH AUTHORITIES?????? Sounds like illegal preferential treatment to me, American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOY DO I JUST LOVE THE WAY MY LIFE IS 100 PERCENT OPPOSITE OF MARVELOUS MISTER TRUMP'S LIFE. HOPEFULLY, ANYONE READING THIS, UNDERSTANDS BASIC FACETIOUSNESS!

Now, let me talk a moment about the wonderful Mister Trump, speaking of facetious behavior and speech. As I said, he will make this country strong again; I have no doubt in my mind. You can't buy off a dude that has more money than the Almighty a dozen times over, literally. Still, there is always the 'ass' word; even though people in this generation, have forgotten all about this particular quick changing form of government. Then there is one other cool little item that needs to be seen in fuller light. The great man has an affinity of judging the 1% as 'winners' if we examine his motisoperandi in a more politely inverted view. IE, he actually discusses the 99 percent. Still, how much longer can this great almighty god in human flesh live amongst us as DJT? 20, 30, maybe even 40 more productive years at absolute max??????? Then what? Would it not be fair or correct to say one day, he will LOSE everything? I mean, you cannot take anything with you, and I assure you that he has no secret hidden powers socked away from the rest of us mere mortals. Looking at reality head on and totally fair and square; a time WILL COME, when judged by the man's own strict and quite unalterable standards; by his own austere and absolutely rigid definitions; he must become the one thing that he must dread to a proportion that even my hated of the prick cannot reach the darkest pits of; and that is, ''a loser''!!!!!!!!!! Now take a total dick bag shit head nobody such as myself. I on the other hand CAN NEVER LOSE what I was never permitted to have. Whether I perish from this Earth today as mortal man Mark Wayne Mohr, or perish at the age of well past one hundred years; I won't ever lose. I cannot lose what I never had. Then the democratic party needs to see one other powerful item as this race moves forward, as a child can see that he already foresaw his main completion and has this all planned out years ago and is why the Hillary E-Mail scandal is here and many other things will yet go down that none of you know about yet. There was a day in early summer time of 2009 if my memory is at all in tact; when his buddy Ann King was comped with a lovely room, and she took me down there to his hotel in Atlantic City, the great 1984 built and first built hotel of his gambling-chain there; and also Dawn and Leticia Tilley came along. When the hotel casino security system observed Leticia, everybody went crazy, and not just because a minor was standing around a gaming establishment, but because of the incredible resemblance to her distant cousin, Mariah Carey. Within 40 minutes, he was on his souped up high speed special whirlybird, and flew there from Manhattan, after being e-mailed a copy of the surveillance system photos. The man was crapping in his drawers and wouldn't land the helicopter on his own roof below the room that he had comped Ann with and that I was in at the time. I later learned through Ann king, that he for a short time, was trying to figure out what he might do if his wildest suspicions about me were correct. He actually believed that I somehow transported myself physically, no I-Ching bullshit, but real physical time travel; to the year 1986, and brought he up to 2009 and along with us that day. If I believed something that ridiculous, or even people who make documentaries on the great CABLE SCIENCE CHANNEL, such as Professor Michio Kaku of NYU, make these claims or even took it seriously for a minute; what chance would we ever have in political arena's. If a major war happens, would we be allowed to be in charge, you know, us whackadoodle nut job cases? You can argue that he was just teasing his pal Ann King, or always used to tease him about ripping off his hair-rug in front of a crowd; or you can doubt my sincerity, or even Ann's, should you like. Still, I believe that shit can always be checked out by our marvelous intelligent agencies, and then the facts can all be judged for themselves. Hey, maybe the country needs a leader who would believe this about me, huh Congressman Andrews? Remember me, the one who used to think he knew what life was all about, back in 1980, from Robin Hill to Irenecaraville??????????? But then, if Democrats ever fear any of this, they know I am here and not planning on going anywhere. He may be totally innocent of hurting Hillary and me and all the things I have laid claims to. The ADA up in Camden, NJUSA knows how my mom and I told them all he was stalking us with that big chopper, and we were called ''liars'' by ADA Dick Wilson and ADA Donna Spinosi. Again, this is just for those who want to fight back, and keep a level playing field, before this total antichrist; who definitely KNOWS that time travel is real; as he himself has done it 2000 years ago when he showed our SAR (LORD) up on that large hill near Jerusalem, all the great kingdoms of the world. It sure wasn't a vision from the year 31 AD, and had to be more like 2000 AD or in that vicinity, if any real common sense would insist to prevail here in the matter; takes over this planet, as was predicted from millennia ago. And then there is my ten year blog, kind people. What are the dam odds that all of this is here, and all of these people are into all of this, and that things are now perfectly unfolding in time, exactly as they are? Do you want me to give you another big number, or can we all just agree that it is a large mother freaking one, and let it go at that?

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All that is left to say for right now is that I hereby swear affirm and attest to the fact that these words of 13+ years IS NO BALLOON HOAX OR JACKSON DEATH FAKE!!! What else does anyone out here want me to say, what can I say, JAY JAY EVANS, and for that matter, MIGHTY MUDVILLE CASEY, because it seems that the good guys have all fucking struck out here. I sure hope that wonderful Jersey senator Booker makes it to the Presidency, and every great democrat in the universe needs to get on board and help this wonderful dude make it into the OVAL OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thursday, April 11, 2019, 4:09 PM

This day of annual information is quite appropriate, as someone from the 'dream-realm' is very seriously trying to get me to reveal some things to them, and don't trust the waking world for total accuracy. The reason the Bible and the great prophets are all about dream interpretation, is because of the fact that many things are absolute mirror images that cannot be falsified. Just go to the correct place in hyperspace, and seeing a lake with a face in it, will always mean the exact same thing when you are back in your waking world existence. The gods know this, and use this, and they also USE ME, AND THIS, when they wish to probe me to see if I am telling the truth about things, especially online with these thirteen and a quarter year long blogs. By engaging a counterpart of me in a query, they can accurately learn without any possibility of deception, exactly and precisely what they wish to know. If the spy agencies around the world are not onto this wild occult method of obtaining secrets from people, THEN THEY REALLY SHOULD BE! Still, that is not my point, so we need not be discussing this.

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of Harrasment : part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of Harassement : part three.	PAu001189027	1989

COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR

IT WAS NOT FUNNY THEN AND IT IS NOT FUNNY NOW!

Basic Christianity is all about how the Almighty provides a substitution for sin, and that being the slain lamb, and His blood. By taking the Lord's promise of salvation, we can have a substitution, and what happens is that our evil and sinful ways and deeds, are all forgiven, because we have this covering all around us, the shed blood of our Lord. When this happens, we are no longer guilty of sin, and so we are given a 'City-Pass', so that back in the Purgatory, we are allowed to enter into the gates of Sahasra Dal Kanwal (Heaven), without consequence and strike-charges, which after three illegal trespasses, renders a Dogtown sentence to be imposed. I have had interactions in Dogtown, and no words can ever even begin to describe the horrors there. But my point here and now is only how this works. I speak of the creation verses uncreation of all items. The Almighty allows for the creation of things and also, the uncreations of things. If an event is uncreated, such as our sins committed into deeds, during physical interactions on the Earth Planet; then it never happened. This is where our sins all go, when we receive the Lord as our savior, and personal redeemer. We humanly perceive this as we did sin, but are forgiven from sin, but the higher truth is that we never did sin once we do our part in this Almighty Goddess's game (GOD), and receive the blood covering of Jesus Christ (King Akoslem). But this is not the only event that can be UNCREATED. If I were to do something and then be able to uncreate it by not doing it, the (whatever would have happened) around the original event, would also be uncreated. 13,200 years ago, I begged this incredible Almighty PINK GODDESS (Jehovah God), to please not destroy the world, after I had murdered my brother Abel. She said to me that because I loved Diana, She would uncreate Her thought of ending the world, at least for a season of time here. But should I use Patty's great Fascitar information to go back to that very day where I saw her leave that great gigantic palatial structure, and walk over towards that garden fence where I was gazing at Her from, and go back into myself as Kane, and then move away from that fence, and never have that conversation with Her; then She would have no memory of me asking her to do this, and She would just go ahead and wipe out the entire world, as she had originally planned to do. So discussing the recently re-posted request for an “ESCAPE-CLAUS” out of this horrendous GASME (GODS-GAME); Patricia Hollister and HER MIGHTY FASCITAR, were an absolutely necessary element of this, all along!!!!! Now I suddenly have come to realize in just the past few days, that she was indeed necessary to do many powerful deeds here on this EARTH-PLANET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that all Joanna's everywhere could chime in right about now, with a powerfully huuuuuuuuge Bernie Sanders, “WOOOOOOOWWWW”!!!!!!!!

I will openly admit that five years or so ago somewhere, I remember attempting to do a very similar thing. I went back and talked to HER again, and tried to change her mind and said to her that I never should have dared ask HER to do this for me. This did not work! However, that was not uncreating anything. That merely was an attempt to alter, not to make something never exist in the first place. Built into these GASME gods-games are indeed the only methodologies for doing just that, and of course in order to achieve such gigantic things, one must be able to use the mighty Hollister-FASCITAR! Now, I warn the FAWCES and I warn the MILITUFORCE as well. Keep putting me through this much hell as you have done to me in my old age, in my current ME-LIFETIME (sequence of dream-offs from Purgatory), and you'll leave me with totally no choice but to use this ESCAPE CLAUS, and not end your world, but merely just UNCREATE THE WHOLE DAMN THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever anyone desires anything, COSMOS always answers us, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, and yes, but, we do not always come to realize this in our human illusions and perceptions, with so much major limitations. You see, our consciousness comes as a result of electrons flowing through a gob of jelly and gray matter, And thinking that we can always see mighty truths in their fullness all around us at all times, is the height of absolute huberous. It took me a long time to fully realize that I indeed was granted this ESCAPE-CLAUS, and its ability to use it should I need to, via the FASCITAR. Without the great illustrious Patty Hollister, I would never have known about the Fascitar, just as the world would never have been given the great voice from the angels, Pennock perfect or naut, Mizz AT&T 1983 Blake, and THAT sir Rockdroid Rottenberry is and was the great EQUATION all along, and was why I was MIND CONTROLLED BACK IN 1983 to send to the United States Copyright Office, a musical project called, “Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud”. That was it all the time, oh wonderful Adam Lurch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The real magic is in BLACK-28 or so I've been told by many a seasoned Roulette player. Oh well Ann King Silva; gee willagars whiz yo, I thought it was in magical ladies applying their make up while saying and singing the following words in Mudville, “Mighty Casey, mighty Casey, Neo Ho Rengay Keyoh”. Well, it is hard to keep up with the many Patty's in my life, or even Paula's for that matter, huh Tony Braxton? Still, Mister Newgroup Alphadeepsix has very recently informed me that he thinks Mizz 1996 psychic lady who used my more than nine grand to fix up her entire home on the New Jersey Black Horse Pike, in Runnemede; was merely accessing this Copyright Search Internet Page, and then informed me that Mizz T.B. Was involved in this entire mess somehow, two years before she and her significant other telephoned me that night over at the Guthrie Short Chester-Frank four acre mini-mansion, fifteen years after that major blowout with non Mimi Howard SOLOMON, in Orlando, Florida!!!!!!!! Still, the question endlessly fucking beggars the cock sucking imagination and query station of the tallest mountain. That being, just why does my daughter and many of her friends and associates think my life is so utterly fascinating, and why did they do so much for many years before any of my blogs ever began, to connect themselves into it????????????? Nobody has the answers to all of this, and they never will, despite Mister NG-ADS telling me that what has been written by me already contains all of the answers and that I am simply too closely in the forest to adequately get a needed view of all of the trees!!!!!!!!!! Maybe he is mother fucking correct there, Mister Moestooge Slapslap!!!

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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 that are viciously persecuting me throughout this entire year of 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT ON ME, with my triad-neighbors, 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-QP4 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

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Parallel event, verses reality-3, verses the great postulated query of the fucking ages, 'is Mountainpen a total whackadoodle', well, let us see how this all fucking stacks up, yo. Could reality-3 be some separate unknown powerful fawce that even Mister Hall and his great pals just don't dig yet? I mean maybe when they fucking damage my car, and harass me with noise, and fuck with my utilities and health, and so much more; some incredible other thing happens, to cause the EVIL-EMPIRE and their evil trilogy to endlessly appear to operate with this seemingly sentient and controlled preset reality. Who can ever really know such things for fucking crissake? Could REALITY-3 be separate? Could something out there happen or be caused to happen, that then goes onto make those other two things both happen, rather than seeing this parallel event shit the way that I do for the most part? Personally, I would only believe in that alternate idea of truth if someone was able to show me how this same force works with numbers. Numbers are powerful, and mathematics, unlike in the mind of the mighty Mister David Leigh Smith from 1971, is by no means IMPERSONAL. He insisted that this is so, and my life has verified that this great educator from the mighty and quite elusive COOLEY-HIGH-HALL-HELL was totally full of fucking squirrel shit, at light velocity fucking squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If all is all and reality-3 is some fixed constant that endlessly causes a parallel in event between object-A and object-B, I would need to see some type of a lab-box set up where my 1986 parallel event applied to Roulette, does what it does endlessly and consistently for reasons that other mathematical principles can display in one way or another. As stated, I would keep track of the outside bets in the game of Roulette, and over time, began seeing how there always would develop a parallel event of one outcome occurrence over another one, after an occurrence from the prior spin takes place. For sake of example, after 35 RED-ODD numbers come out, the following number was LOW 27 times, and was HIGH 8 times. Waiting for RED-ODD numbers and then betting on LOW or 1-18 for the next outcome, would make a player money. Once a good parallel event is established, it continues. Well, nothing is written in stone, but for every time it loses, it wins about five other times, so in the long run I will proclaim, it wins money for the player using this application of parallel event to the casino game, Roulette. Numerous additional mathematical procedures can be applied in tandem with this, to even further increase efficiency of this system, such as beginning when a parallel is at least 4 times in variance, say in the example cited above, as soon as the LOW amounts were 4 times the HIGH amounts, so say for example after 25 RED-ODD spins, this brings us to HIGH 5 times, and LOW 20 times. At this point LOW is bet after every RED-ODD outcome, or after any of these following numbers of the game layout cloth, 1,3,5,7,9,19,21,23,25,27. Place a purple chip on the gaming cloth outside bet area marked '1-18', which is LOW. Now this is continued until any point where the fraction dips below the 4:1 ratio where you began at 20:5. In at least four out of five games, you will win spins with an occasional loss, until eventually, the ratio does dip as the parallel event weakens, but this happens after you have won quite a few chips, and at 500 bucks a chip, ten chips is five fucking grand, and even on the green quarters, that is a nice $250.00 for an easy couple of hours of playing. You will need to stand of course, since you are using gaming money chips and not playing every turn. You are considered a side-bettor, and normally, casinos make a fortune on side bettors, and is why they never frown on side betters, well, until they win too often, CONSISTENTLY!!!!!!!!!! There are many other items to still enhance you including what I call total home bankroll verses game day bankroll, where a method of long run averaged luck is employed and built into your playing, so that you will play with less money value while in cold bad luck streaks, and with more money value while in hot good luck streaks. But this is not my point. My point is if this wild reality really can alter the normal 50-50 long running predictions and statistical realities; can there be some force behind making both of these things happen in the way that they do? I for one, am not able, with my limited knowledge; to be able to see any kind of a model in mathematics, to go along with that theory, BUTTTTTTTTT, that does not mean it cannot be so, merely that I am too fucking dumb to know how to construct this REALITY-3 model that might just someday disprove my beliefs that are based on my 1986 Roulette playing in Atlantic City, when I managed to accomplish something that even the great Mister Einstein said JUST COULD NOT BE DONE, and that is to win at roulette, consistently with any system, without also cheating, or as he put it to quote him verbatim, “unless you wait for the dealer to turn his head and then cheat”. Again, this is not a roulette lesson blog. It could be, and this is copyrighted material, so you may use it to profit yourself, but you may not sell this information for profit, or I WILL SUE YOU. Still, the discussion here right now is, IS REALITY-3 WHAT IS TRULY BEHIND THE OZ CURTAINS OF PARALLEL EVENT? Also, for the record, I believe the great professor A.E. Used the European word for Dealer, which is 'Croupier'. What people refuse to grasp here, is that all of life's numerous and quite complex situations can be reduced to a tri-parameter system and also divided in halves of 50-50, so as to be able to get above the otherwise locked long running statistical curve of predictability, of one for two, expressed as 1:2 in a ratio numerically. The edge may be small, roughly 7 percent, in roulette, because there is no powerful shit involved in other surrounding factors. When the casinos considered this to be cheating, and then cheated me back by playing songs that I hated, making me lose my bets, this was at a far greater rate than 7% over an otherwise endlessly 50-50 odds minus the small legal vig that they are legally permitted on every game in the house, as with roulette, this would be 5.26% if my memory is serving me properly. On Halloween Day of 1983, they played Sinatra records and did all sorts of shit to me at the Atlantic City Golden Nugget Hotel-Casino, on Brighton Avenue, and caused me to lose 32 straight 50-50 bets, and on quarter level, that was 800 fucking bucks. So parallel event seems to be in some form or fashion, quite sensitive to emotional stimulus, and perhaps other unknown factors, that can raise or lower what would otherwise be a fixed percentage of over-50-50 advantage. So without even beginning a brand new look into REALITY-3 verses regular Parallel-Event Technology, there is a ton of data yet to be fully looked at and carefully examined with professional scrutiny. This is why I have yet to even start playing with any of that, yo! To quote the mighty and monster hellish late Mizz Dawn-Marie King of Atlantic City, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!

Jane Sleazeweedsdisease has been nailing me for weeks and weeks and is back on a huge gash darn roll, so here is my five's compensation, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Why indeed have so many John Crowley's and Mark Moroni's, and Mike Devlin's, and Lenny McKinnon's, and the list is quite exhaustive, nauseating, and revolting, so there's no mother ******* need for me to keep typing on here; but WHY are so many people ripping me off, and stealing from me since I have been knee ******* **** high to a small **** chewing puppy dog, YO? No Halloween outing for me either!!!

JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »

John J Crowley's entire criminal record

The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:

Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043

Race:	White
Sex:	Male	Eyes:	Blue
Height:	6'0	Hair:	Brown
Weight	205 lbs.	Age/DOB:	4/12/1947

Offense or Statute

Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996

Alias(es)

JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL

Why have a dozen top musical artists ripped off songs from me over the past four plus decades? There is a reason, and not all of it is nee-nee-nee-nee weird and super mother fuckiGN natural; and I promise you that!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you SHERIFF KJM??? Well, maybe through the back door, you have sent me that wonderful FPPD-COP. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yessir and yes mahm, the reason that numbers can be used to figure out any and all things is because every single absolute sub atomic particle (ASAP) IS NUMBERED, as well as all combinations of these ASAP's, that form/create an actual 'event' in the cosmos is numbered as well. Time itself IS NOT REAL. Unfortunately Tom was and is, and so was and is Mister dirt bag J.J. 1979 Crowley, but that is all beside the point, and to quote the slap happy pappy Mister Moe Howard, “that's neither here nor there”. Time is simply not real, things exist in truth and space-time-mind is only an interaction that plays along with this truth, beneath the endless shroud of the 'GASME' GODS. Time by itself as we all think of it to be, is merely a connectiveness into the mind, in increments, that can be thought of as units. All one needs to do is start seeing how small a unit their consciousness is able to exist on while being human and awake. The average speed of awareness to this time unit is about 400 units per minute or 4HUPM (hekka-units per minute). All people differ and vary in small degrees and no two people are alike, not even twins, or trips, or any of them. The range may be somewhere between 380 and 420 HUPM, but within that 40 unit range, the speed chart is broken down into quadrillionths of infinitesimal mini-units. Again without meaning to, I am digressing a ways off of the point. The gods do not ever want humanity to ever totally crack all of the powerful secrets that lay behind and quite well hidden underneath numerological connectiveness to all things, all events, and to all of us. This would unlock so many items in their GASME GAMES that it would take all of the fun out of their creation of it all!!!!!!!! SSJKK and I, are merely one tiny part of this incredible pie that I am trying to get my fellow Earthers to sample a slice the size of perhaps one times ten to the minus an octillion or so inches. Still, being me here and now, I do not perceive this to be a small slice, but rather a huge piece of terra hell!!!!

I was given some really major Bernie Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE news by the leader of the NG-ADS during this incredible monster ass siege recently given to me. I will just say that all things not being told and merely a damn smattering, I need to move out of this apartment as quickly as is humanly possible, and NOT OUT OF FLORIDA, that is until I am certain that my project is not going to successfully launch off the ground. First, HUD is a powerful government system, and TRUMP and his late pop were all and are all still covertly connected all throughout this nasty and illegal mess. It is loaded beyond even the democrats wildest fantasy with corruption and illegal horrendous items. No small person has a chance to fight any of it, and surrender and escape is the best option, despite lovely Mizz BUTTERCHEESE telling me that I cannot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not think I am able to do any favors right now, as I cannot even help myself. As for the information that someone is attempting to abstract from me through deep mind control and spy dreaming technique of the covert agency's Remote Viewing Department, or “RAW”, it is two fold. They are trying to know everything about my LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS SONG, and also, my HEALTH CONDITION FROM 1983, AND THE MEDICATION SITUATION PRESENTLY. They will not believe anything I say on this posted internet system, and they feel it cannot be trusted, and they are correct. They are totally aware that I could be saying anything just to get a desired result in my endless war against this dirt ball EVIL NON-CHICAGO EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote the mighty savant Mike McNulty quite perfectly, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In a parallel realm, some dirt bag was trying my door and I opened it and he claimed to be a friend, and he insisted on entering my apartment. He was a huge brute, and I knew only too well that he was nothing but an Otammite from the Milituforce! Then the following night from where I awoke today out of the experience, I was with the illustrious Mister Pedersen, and he was doing horrendous things to me that are not bloggable, and all throughout it, someone was trying to see if I was really off of all of my anti-anxiety medication. I AM. I have not taken any for six weeks now, and am OK so far. Still, I do keep a supply in case they are needed, and hopefully within another two months or so, I will be able to return them all to my pharmacy, and forever be off of them. Still, I know this is true, they of course do not trust a word that I say. If I were them, and the roles were, as I call them, Patty-Merry'd, I wouldn't trust a damn thing either, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO Billy Harner.

I will tell Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara a very interesting item. On the eighteenth of March as you may remember, I left the local Publix Grocery Store at the Sable Palm Mall on Virginia Avenue, and my oil idiot light was on in my damn vehicle. This has been on most of the time since, but starting on the ninth of April and during the worst death siege day in many years of time now, it was off, and it has stayed completely off ever since. Just who is doing this, well, you know as well as I do, it is the MILITUFORCE. Just why they did this to me as well as why it stopped on the worst day of this year, well, that sir, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Maybe you do, who can know?

The mighty FASCITAR allows what Morianity and Mountainpen call, “CONTROLLED SOUL TRAVEL with a waking memory”. With sufficient practice, one attains an eventual ability that I call BECOMING A TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. Indeed there are other numerous methods for accomplishing what is known by the Earth Planet as Astral-Projection, called for the most part by the great religion of light and sound, or “ECKANKAR”, “SOUL TRAVEL”. They hold the rights to those exact words when strung together. Whenever we are not awake and conscious or fully conscious with normal alert mental states, we are in various degrees of 'travel'. We do not have souls, WE ARE SOULS, or even better stated, WE ARE, we exist. Only the Almighty appears to be aware of this in some kind of fullness. So I won't judge anything, but merely will relay to the world, my experiences that pertain to this subject. Before I ever heard of the Fascitar, and shortly after lovely Patty used me for her DNA EXPERIMENT NUMBER 1, I was in my room at the great Patrick Jane Mentalist Apartment on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, New Jersey, and the door opened and closed and voices were heard. It was my mother returning home with her boyfriend Sidney Cohen Crown. I had just recently moved into this place from 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments in Westmont, New Jersey, and the reason for the change was an eviction that resulted from my loud swearing and shouting. Naturally I was all messed up from what Patty had done to me underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City. Also, many wild things were going on all around me, the least of them not being LIGHTNING coming over to visit with me quite often, striking right outside of my apartment window over and over, and talking to me inside of my head, telling me that I am HER LITTLE BOY and I always will be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But now it was around the end of the final week in August, after living there for about three weeks time. My mom and Sid were over at the Cherry Hill Mall, and happened to see a large poster of John Lennon outside a record store. Just a few days earlier, both of them were over at the Cooley Hall to attend a parental pre school opening meeting, and they had met Mister Marcucci. The first thing out of Sidney's mouth when I opened up my bedroom door and entered into the kitchen area that lay in-between the living room and the bedroom, was, “Hey Mark, your teacher that you're going to have at school likes precisely like John Lennon”. It took a long time to understand why he did of course. Still, I suppose that it took a long time for me to understand all of the effects of the mighty and lovely Patricia Hollister. I do know one damn thing for sure and that is it was no coincidence that 4-9 was such an incredibly monster horrible day for me. I sort of knew this would happen, and was silently waiting for the confirmation. This is the age of my wonderful and awesome daughter, for Christmas sake, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also before many super death siege days come, I get a weird illegal telephone call come into my cellphone around midnight. This indeed happened at a few minutes shy of midnight on the eighth day of April. Some times a voicemail is left, some times I get a weird coded scribble message on my viewing screen. I always ignore any and all calls, and only use this little government cellphone given to me by their contractor 'Associates Alcatel' or some such name. I never ever read the messages or answer calls unless I am broken down on the road and waiting for Triple-A service to call back for information. That is the main reason for my getting this cellphone, and the occasional usage when power or Comcast Service is off and interrupted. For the record, it was again screwed with and the entire town had no internet service the entire day, Wednesday. I absolutely know this because I drove over to Hutchinson Island to the beach and sat there looking at the damn ocean for an hour. When I left, I went to a local Subway for a hoagie sandwich, and I had no cash, only my damn bank card. When I got to the register, the nice lady said to me, “Cash only, the internet is down all over town”. Well, Sheriff Mascara sir, it is not Comcast's fault. This is being done by the damn evil twisted sick MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!! It is not the fault of many who I have been blaming, it is all the MILITUFORCE. This group straight from the BRIGGBASE, and operating physically here ON THE EARTH-PLANET, with TRUMP as their SPACE-FORCE-LEADER, is behind all of this hellish nightmare straight out of the broad linelanes leading in and out of DOGTOWN!!!! Hey don't believe a word that I say Earthers, AND I PROMISE YOU THAT YOU ALL WILL BE SORRIER THAN A SUPER LONG TAILED CAT STUCK IN A ROOM FILLED WITH ROCKING CHAIRS AND OLD FARTS LIKE ME USING THEM ALL DAY AND NIGHT. Where are you when I need you, Senator Thompson? I remember only too well when you helped me out from these monsters who were trying to pin a murder on me in another realm of the fifth dimensional hyperspace!!!! WO, Billy H.

Well Sheriff Mascara sir, I do not know whether you put that buttwipe dude in jail a month ago, but I do know he seems to be gone from this housing building, the mighty and illustrious one and only PARK TERRACE! A pink non-goddess notice of failure to pay rent has been on his door since the 20's of last month, so he is now two months in arrears and this notice has been on his door for that same length of time. Thank you if you got rid of him for me, as I was very tired and annoyed at his behavior with me. I tried to be nice and he rudely ignored me and then on top of that, he would stare at me with a really vulgar expression on his face, and just keep staring. Thank you, kind sir!

END TRANSMISSION.

Journal of my last days in Florida, #13

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6:57 P.M., April 9, 2019

I GUESS SOMEONE OR SOME CAPTAIN SHATNER THING HATED MY EARLIER BLOG FROM THIS MORNING, AS ALL SHIT HIT THE FAN AT JUST PAST NINE, A COUPLE OF HOURS AFTER IT POSTED MOTHER FUCKING UP TO THE INTERNET. This illegal whore shouted real loudly, right at my door, as if she was right in here, and then it was curtains from there with endless slamming of doors, all day cock licking LING LANG LONG; Mizz Patty Airliners. BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTTS kind Sheriff, that was nothing next to what is happening mother fucking today. This is total fucking MURDER, and I AM A DEAD MAN IF YOU CAN'T GET JERK OFF TRUMP TO BACK OFF OF ME. He is mother fucking KILLING ME, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DO YOU THINK THIS IS ALL SOME FUCKING JOKE?

United States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:

This is all totally real and true. Why would I make it up, or be lying?

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of Harrasment : part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of Harassement : part three.	PAu001189027	1989

COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR

IT WAS NOT FUNNY THEN AND IT IS NOT FUNNY NOW!

A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, ON CUNT LAPPING 9 APRIL, AND THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON VERY STRONG FOR THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE FUCKING 2019 YEAR. GEE I WONDER YYYYYY, CAN ANYBODY GUESS WHAT THIS 1986-2019 BULLSHIT IS ALL DICK LICKING CUNT CHEWING ABOUT????????????????????????????

OH LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!

I have fallen under a major DEATH SIEGE BEGINNING AT JUST PAST HALF PAST THREE THIS DISASFSTERNOON, 03/29/2019. I am ALSO IN ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER FUCKING ASSAULT ON THIS 9 APRIL. From the mother fucking second I got up it was already going on, and I HAD A FULL BLOWN NABE-TRIAD ASSAULT TODAY, FROM ALL THREE OF THESE TWAT EATING DISEASED PILES OF STENCHY FART SNIFFING ULTRA PIG SHITS. All day long, next door, as well as above me, joined forces in the Triad-Hammering Club, and then also the idiots across from me were in and out, and in and out, later on as well. I just now had to shut down this blog, AS THE MILITUFORCE JUST STRUCK ME AGAIN WITH ANOTHER SUPER FUCKING CUNT MAJOR BOWEL ATTACK, with major uncontrollable diareah, causing me to need to clean up where they made me shit all over, so as to keep my apartment undefiled. Yesterday I had a very good talk with Comcast regarding my continuous outages here, and I awoke to another mother fucking major one today, AGAIN, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking unrelenting assault on me is now worse than back in the cunt huffing nineteen-eighties, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!! I said this to my camp counselor in Maryland back in 1967 and 1967 in early July of those years, AND I SAY IT AGAIN NOW, “this is twat chewing mother fucking soap in my mouth totally dick eating absurd and RIDICULOUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is also a major mother fucking life threatening:

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

Don't mother fucking think for one pussy huffing nanosecond THAT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW, because I goddessdamn dick licking do, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thing is an ILLEGAL COVERT MISUSE OF AN ANDVANCED STEALTHFUL TECHNOLOGY KNOWN AS “APE” OR APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT. Dirt bag DONALD JOHN TRUMP, 45TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, and who has been using this against me since the middle nineteen eighties; IS AGAIN USING THIS ON ME, AND PERSECUTING ME TO DEATH, so he can avoid some strange thing from coming out in that mother fucking noodle-man's report!!!!!! I already knew that I was in for a real doozie-whopper assault this week, BRO! I should know by now after three and a half solid decades of his mother fucking monstrous behavior against a LEGALLY BORN UNITED STATES CITIZEN, AS WELL AS A DECENDANT OF A FOUNDING FATHER'S FAMILY, THE GREAT MOTHER FUCKING ILLUSTRIOUS HUNTINGTON'S, ME BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me open up this large container of maggots and super worms, by showing pictorially, with examples just what I mean by not allowing ANYTHING, unpleasant as it may be and PC as it may be; to get in the way of this cold hard logic. If it were not for the major embarrassment of many powerful people, I would not be forced to endure my medical condition for the rest of my human life. This evil empire country and system claims that TORTURE IS NOT LEGAL. Well, don't you mother fucking dare believe that lie and total balloon hoax, me wonderful Sheriff KJM, or anyone else, as this is not the case by any stretch of the mind! There are magical genetic properties in this HUNTINGTON FUCKING FAMILY, and only top 33^rd degreed Masons are fully aware of these things, as it was THEM who put me onto these truths, through many secretive back doors and rear alleyways, and via my pal, a 33^rd degree Mason, Mister David Charles Roth. Despite what some Masons may believe now, David was absolutely loyal, and never shared any of there great secrets with me, not the handshakes, or any of it. Yet they still murdered him for letting me have that fantastic family lineage information and that awesome chart! Hey I can't prove it, but I will always believe that Mister Jonathan Schau slow-poisoned him, and should any of this ever come to light and be exposed to the fucking cunt world, only the insurance fraud would become known, and not the real reasons for his demise.

This is a legal dying utterance and a legally binding declaration, so sworn to me on this ninth day in April of the year of our Lord 2019, known on the Astral Plane as King Akoslem and on the mortal world physical plane of existence and life as Jesus Christ, Son of God. I hereby swear attest and affirm that I have been murdered also, but not by this lodge, but by Donald J. Trump and his cronies of evil slime who have engaged in the illegal torture and torment of me ever since the middle nineteen eighties. If I am lying or making this up, I submit to prison or even execution by those who own and control these United States of America. I do not say that he is the only one involved in this plot to wipe me out, but he is the main player. Also included are all of those who I have accused on my blogs from the year of 2007 of our Lord. These include and are by no means limited to numerous Atlantic City New Jersey families, as well as many powerful wealthy forces and owner-bankers on Wall Street of New York City, USA.

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 that are viciously persecuting me during THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING YEAR OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON MY PARK TERRACE APARTMENT BUILDING ON THIS 9 APRIL, AND WHOEVER IS BEHIND MY COMCAST OUTAGES, AND WHOEVER IS STRIKING ME WITH DEATH BODY ASSAULTS, on this 9 APRIL of 2019; 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-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

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

I am being hit on my computer with another hack-restart screen that I remember from an earlier time caused a major problem with my blogs, giving me ten minutes before it restarts and fucks with me, and this cannot be stopped, so I will cut and paste in some major thing now, and end this blog, but later on, I WILL BE TELLING SOME HUGE FUCKING REVENGE SECRETS, so be cunt eating fucking braced, brother and sister! Sheriff Mascara sir, I remind you that my mother fucking blood IS ON YOUR HANDS, as the Sheriff of this county, kind wonderful sir, as I am about to get fucking MURDERED, SIR, YO!!!!!

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Blog 12 - Help Me SSJKK, in the name of gramps 62

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #12, ON 090507.644

Right after I posted blog 11, the PB, up to the Blogger, and went over 2 my residence from Ed’s, both of us R in the same trailer park, a nasty and civil rights violating helicopter attack hit me right over my roof at around half past three in the afternoon last Friday, the final day of rotten hot August. This morning at precisely eight minutes shy of ten, another nasty attack with this shit bird occurred. Hurricanes will start swinging more to the north and hit this evil empire if this continues bro. I loco U Stacey, yeah sure, right, hack, HACK, H A C K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could C a typo such as if it came out I loce U, or I live U or I lpbe U, as these keys R near 2 the actual letters that I am typing, but LOCO. BULL S
Well, the Atlantic County system did their job, and things proceeded the way they should have after all, as even though a cash bail bond of 10 percent was given on the new charge last week, the old charges that Paula’s 2nd cuz was forced 2 deal with, violated her parole. People need 2B where they can get the help that they need, we do not always C what is best 4 us, we R such frail whittle human beings, and the decisions do in fact need B made 4 us when we get too out of control, and disrupt the lives of all around us in a civilized society. Bruce said it all long ago in the early 1970’s, “nobody’s perfect, we’re all human”, when he wasn’t otherwise occupied cheating me in a Monopoly Game. While I was at work Saturday night, on security duty, ‘some one or some Star Trek thing’, Captain William Shatner Kirk, broke into my residence, and destroyed some of my electronic apparatus, one thing being a voltage spike surge protection multiple strip outlet that was fairly new, and attached to only one device which fortunately 4 me, was off, and that is my electrostatic ball, or lightning machine. All I had 2 replace was the device, but still that is 30 fucking dollars, and down my empire goes, and up goes theirs, Dow Jones flies forever UP, Phillies take a weekend sweep up death, and all I keep saying and begging for people to believes, keeps on going and happening, I have had absolutely no fucking break from this horrific Godsdamn nightmare for DECADES!!!!! The computer FONT HACK hit again at just shy of market close time of 4 PM, just as with Prior Blog [PB] #11. Ed is a guru but cannot repair it, always says it is me doing something wrong, only I know better, eventually, I plan to move away and disappear in the night and let every one of these geniuses that think that I am such a dummy fool, just go and fend 4 themselves. Over this horrific weekend on the opposite shooting roulette method, on paper, I lost 15 more bets than I won, with 4 green house vig outcomes, and on a 10/100 playing level, this would come to a profit of $90X15-220, for us to split up. Sahwee for the PB error, on the 25/500 or green and purple betting level, I should have said that I need to subtract $525, and not $475, for the green house vig. Speaking of PB’s, many typos will B amended soon.

Very soon, 2 new audio works will B up on my website, www.morianity-foundation.com and one is downloadable, but one will not B, as it also is material that is owned by other copyright owners such as the songwriter who wrote for Ragni and Rado, on their famous Broadway musical from 1968, HAIR. We will not get into other hyper space me’s at this minper, but the nice lady Doctor Margret from the Institute of Medical Research, now the Coryell Institute in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, told me I should C a movie called Diva, after telling her of my prior job at RPL, the sound studio where I had some wild and outlandish stuff happen 2 me that is just 2 totally unbelievable to get into in full detail right now. Hyperspace Me’s and U’s, R a reality, and so R war cowards and other HSM’s!!!!

The Millionth Council is neither stopping nor R they interfering with the electronic world so to speak, or the EMS. What U now must advance up 2 in following Morianity, is that electronics, electricity in any form, all digital and or analogue gadgets, and the entire electromagnetic spectrum or EMS, IS THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL!!!!!!!!!! If U go to a child’s back yard and watch him or her on a tricycle or playing with toys or in a sandbox or on swings or whatever, and then observe some ant or other insects for random example, somehow being finally able to one day, interact in some small way with this child, and thereby have some connection into its toys and devices, this by no means is evidence that U can now expect to observe these inconsequential insects, taking real control in any way over this child or its domain, in this case a back yard of the parent or parent’s home. Anytime the child wishes 2, for fun or 4 any other reason, he or she can remove or break a toy, or move the swings or the sandbox, or whatever. Again, the EMS is the Great Millionth Council, and we Earthers DO NOT control electronics nor the electromagnetic spectrum. Diana turned some street lights off that were on, as well as some on that were off, all throughout my automobile trip 2 my job site Saturday night. Soon after I arrived, the pulsar chopper 'Ufocraft' went by in front of my guard-house on the post, heading east-north-east towards if the heading did not alter, somewhere in the Seaside Heights, NJUSAESMWG area of the Jersey seashore. It beamed a white and red strobe light straight down at me, but I was ready for the pricky bastard Millionth Council. I keep in my pocket, a large truck mirror, and my uniform has an area on the side for a large guard clock, where I keep the mirror instead, as the client permits us to run on the honor system and walk the post beat without hitting security clock station keys that verify a guard has been at such and such a place at a precise time. B4 the attack, no tape recorder would work, all U would get back when attempting to record either a voice or music, was a blocked sound, a quiet-jam as NASA call these radio oddities, quietly, they do not admit to this. During the murder trial of OJ Simpson, CNN, the carrying network, has, as I do as I was VHS videotaping it all, a video clear image of this same craft leaving this planet at a high rate of velocity, it would have reached our moon in a couple of seconds at this clip, causing a worm hole, or riding one, or both, as inside a solar system, excessive velocity creates so much mass, that it interferes with numerous fourth dimensional properties in the quantum foams that lie in perpendicular atomic particle orbits to the positively and negatively charged particles moving in various orbits inside closed curves in step-gradient size dimensionalities. Much more can B said, but should not, such as the several traitorous astral scum that planned billions of eons ago, to bring ‘technology’ to a world that was created 2B a garden and a very happy and simple place, ruled by a beautiful teenaged queen named Sarah Stacey. This is all true, and if anyone can scientifically prove me out 2B a liar, EVER, I submit to any appropriate penalties, I am telling THE FUCKING TRUTH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. Ron Owens or one of another of the Callio family’s evil friends, R in league with the Great Millionth Council. They had me put on a watch and ‘fuck with’ list, by having child-porn sent 2 me in my name back in the MW year of 1975, while I resided in a piece of shit little apartment with my mom in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG, C all recent PB’s. Then they set up a connecting covert body that is intra-structured with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The Central Intelligence Agency, the Immigration and Naturalization Services, the National Security Agency, the Organizational Secret Service which turned into a sub-part of the secret Service, and developed a dangerous immoral thing called the FOREIGN INTELLIGENCE SURVEILANCE ACT or FISA for a shortened abbreviation. This is how they can covertly in human form, keep working against me, doing it legally, using secret warrants and secret courts, to break into my different residences, steal my stuff, plant shit in there, remove stuff, cut wires, and fuck with me endlessly in all manner of evil demonic twisted and diseased ways.

This is Y the Phillies were wrecked all through the holiday, they fuck with me on all holidays, just follow the Flyers for wins and the Phillies 4 losses on all holidays, and C4 yourselves, that my claims R beyond the possibility of just being coincidentally correct all the time!!!!!!!!! I have no time to talk about what scares me more than anything, COT, LTT, and GPS. Go ahead, argue with me all U want that putting microchips in your pets, and yes, your kids when they R born, involuntarily, being a good thing should they get lost or kidnapped, but every good has a bad, and every up has a big bad dark downside. COT stands for CONSCIOUSNESS TRANSFER. We all ready have super mainframe systems hidden a mile deep in Fort Meade, MDUSAESMWG, that that store more than the necessary memory to put yourself literally into the SYSTEM for a PLANT, as robotics will B so good in less than a century, U then can B implanted eventually into superdroids, or superior androids and then remain forever trapped inside the dream of physicality endlessly, when really, UR attempting 2 escape all of interaction and obtain oblivion, despite human conscious mind covering this reality and truth up 4U. Paula King has a daughter; whether it is in this High School Musical or another, Doctor Margret, and once she grows up and develops stuff that I all ready know that she will, real trouble is then just around the corner. Doubt all U want Missourians, but I know what I know, and I know the secrets of DS the great disco Sisco Deep Space [DS] 9-Queen, and the other letters missing here American Broadcasting Network and Muzak, back on a huge tease roll again by the way, and these letters R {INEY}!!!!!!!!!!! None of U 6th-dimensionites R bull fucking me for a lousy stinking minper, I know what is going on and that void infinity is real, and that nothing else is, it all is but a row row row your boat fucking down the stream dream!!!!!!!!

Brown eyes, your long lovely bright shiny hair was dangling all over me last night when I tranced out. Your kisses send me into bliss’s that cannot B mortally fathomed.

Super shit scum blotor suckle cycle attack, they R everywhere, this day and all throughout the month and year, is one fucking super huge major BOTBAR, and super MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE ATTACK.

H E L P M E S T A C E Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In your great name, THAT DOG/THAT BOY is begging U, 'BROWN EYED BUSH' BURNER!!!!!!!!!

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