ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, D

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, D

The problems I face; Jim Burr knew about, four and a half freaking ass decades back into time, “MY FAMILY”, and that is a quote, except for him saying 'your', not 'my', but then, he never had to sing any dam apology songs, YO! Give me a break Merry Greendress Loveboats!!!! WEEEEEEE, me' ol' freaking Spell-Check Program was disabled by the Milituforce Hackers Club again, FBI, YO BRAH!!! One thing I have been taught by the school of AFTER AUGUST 1986 STRIKES, or the AA-1986-S-SCHOOL, for short, is that when a bad day is happening, COUNT THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL ON MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING AND BLACK HAT CRACKER HACKERS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Oh yes folks out here, YO; I can always know that the MHC will strike on bad nasty ass fucking BOTBAR times, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jim Burr was a man I met at a place called the Professional Careers Institute, in the early summer of 1973. I was taking a Computer Programming class there, as was he, studying on the state of the art system back then, the great marvelous International Business Machines system 360 (IBM).

When we met, he and I had one desire, and that was to become multi-millionaires. Back then, that would be like single digit billionaires in equivalent purchasing power to today, in actual net worth.

After only a few months, something happened to ther man. He changed, and big time. Suddenly he could not care in the least about money making, or anything other than some kind of super natural bullshit that entered into his life. He shortly after that, found GOD, as the old expression goes. In fact and truth, no one ever can find God, as God is not lost to begin with. God finds us, but a promise you that a lot more than this simple three word sentence is all part of a very mystical and powerful equation.

Jim Burr and I meeting at this PCI school, at the 1-Cherry Hill Building, at the Mall; in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, at Suite #201, was no accident in the cosmos. Nothing is ever just an accident in the cosmos. Atheists don't agree, and I must admit, I envy the fucking hell out of the atheists. I HAVE SEEN SHIT that never ever can be told on any blog and I promise you, it wipes out one religion, and the name of that religion is Atheists.

If anyone out here thinks that all of this began in 1973 with Jim Burr; then you would be about as far off base, and onto god dam left field; as the ball park can possibly be stretched. Jim Burr however does indeed, play a gargantuan mother fuckiGN part and role, in my life, every bit as large as Atlantic
City does, and David Roth does, and RPL does; and I suppose I could go on listing other fucking shit such as the Robin Hill Apartments farm outside of David Leigh Smith's Haddonfield, and on and on and on we could go, if you have a decade or two, peeps; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; huh Mister Chester-Frank, YO?

Yessir Sheriff, me horrible mother fucking nabes from hell woke me up this Easter 'Scumday' Sunday MOUUUUUUUURNING, slamming and banging their doors, over and over and over and over. I know that this is a part of my dirtbag TRIAD NABES FROM HELL, this time, the ones NEXT FUCKING DOOR TO ME, making all of this cock sucking racket!!!! I knew last night when I suddenly had a major ROACH FUCKING INVASION out of nowhere, MY NABES FROM TRIAD HELL were about to go mother fucking TOTAL-NUCLEAR ON ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Things NEVER FAIL to act in tandem dual connections with me, at least ever since this shit all started to fucking occur around me in middle August of 1986, Sheriff, kind sir!!!!!!!!

Happy Turkey Day, YO!!!!!

Thursday, November 26, 2015

AND HAPPY FUCKING HELLIDAY EASTER SUNDAY, TO ALL NON-HUNTINGTON CURSED PEOPLE, E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E!!!!!!!!!

BOY AM I GETTING REAL MOTHER FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF YOU, JANE SHITDIRTWEEDS!!!!!!!

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Folks, I've talked about Jim Burr, and meeting him at the computer school, as well as Dave Roth, and our meeting as two security guards, at a department store that was being constructed in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, called, Caldor. But let me tell you that no matter how I tell this thing, Mister Microsoft ThiSTLEWEEds Smart-Programs; there is no way for anyone to get it, as you would have had to be there. Lightning told me a fantastic thing in the dam nineties, and now of course, I realize she already knew that I would come to learn that I had a thirty eight year old grown up daughter, in twenty oh eight, or however Misses 1969 Marola wants to pronounce things back at Cooley-wormhole-Hall, near the great gate at Kings Highway, just past the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, on the grounds of this incredible and awesome place of inconceivable intrigue and mystery, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would one of my co-students from there, say this, if he was he with me now, just as he said it back then in 1972 in Dan Mackey's great class-room, “Vely vely intelesting”? You bet he fuckiGN would; oh great and marvelous, terrific and powerful FCC (Federal Communications Commission); and can all of this be some wild COSMIC ACCIDENT; oh lovely Twinbay, and lovely Leticia Tilley; less than a half block down the streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one and only transdimensional INCOLLINGO'S GROCERY STORE. The great Blucran Grocery Store of Southwestern No Joysey; huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in this third millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also my friend and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank, YO. What nobody gets besides all of these things spoken in prior blogs and prior years, is the incredible unfathomable inconceivable unlimited stealthy powers exist in what can be termed and labeled as 'MIND CONTROLLED' populations. Scriptually, it is taught that almighty GOD (Jehovah) DOES NOT DO THIS, and totally believes in free will, while on the other hand, His greatest fallen angel (android) Apollo-Lucifer, not from the 12^th planet, feels absolutely concentrically about that. He loves to control and take over our minds. Well, put in mother fucking modern day words or just merely kept as old world scriptures, AND TO PERFECTLY QUOTE THE MIGHTY DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. In other words, thats life, or as the great French would say to the ex-Mayor of Atlantic City, New Jersey, “SAY LEVY”!!!!!

Oh yes peeps, I FUCKING KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND ON LAST NIGHT ON BLOG #C, talking about MIND CONTROL, and guess what, it was quick and fast enemy retaliation. Yessir Sheriff KJM, very quick, very powerful, and quite fucking horrendous too!!!!!!!!!

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 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
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
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Well, thanx to the shadows, and the mighty Walt Disney Company too, I would suppose. Everybody has to fit into this horrible horseshit somehow, huh Cuzz Don, after-all, 'life goes on', to quote you from that evening on the great and illustrious Schuylkill Expressway of Philadelphia, yo????????? So is there ever going to be any joys or thrills in Saga Mudville, oh great and mighty ballplayer Mister CASEY, yo yo yo yo yo yo?

So how is this for random selections, Mister wonderful NG-ADS? Of course, unless you are a ME-TV FAN, you may not see my whittle Archibald Bunkerqueens pernt here!

So did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand this in the future where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows, and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966? That love sonnet that I indeed wrote, thirty years later in 1996, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH; most definitely couldn't have been known about by the human part of Mister Roddenberry, and his team who created the great show called STAR TREK! This infinite being has infinite energy, that isn't even energy as our understanding presently identifies this with, and as I said; this god who has many countless beautiful awesome names, also becomes a personal god to each and all of us. How can it be heaven if this is any other possibility?

I learned some vely intelesting stuff over at Bonjovi's Avalon, in the early part of this second decade, of this century number 21, of the common era after times, yo. A truck driver up at Pennsylvania Roadway put me onto Fornicating Upon Consent of the King, but Ryan the sound engineer put me onto other great SHITDIRTWEEDS as well as SHIT, Mister Microsoft Spellchecker. The FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister Hoover, who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new organization. Still, people have indeed told me this, and I sure as Store High In Transport ain't a lyin' about it; kind folks!!!

All the little birdies out on J-BIRD street are on their twitter feeds all going tweet-tweet-tweet. Rockin' robin', tweet, tweet; go rockin' robin, as you're really gonna'; rock tonight.

This is being borrowed and slightly altered, from a famous hit song from the nineteen-sixties. They may have the entire reworded lyric, and I make no claim to any of it, and this one paragraph, as any others that also may be not my own work, are then the property of the true copyright-claimant. If the claimants wish for anything they own to be removed, they need to only send a CAD-ORDER to me at http://www.mountainpen@wordpress.com/

(Cease And Desist)

As for those lyrics written in 2012 to my fish song, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”, they are my own words, and of course they are copyrighted, as is the tune both in 2012 and from the original and slightly altered tune back in 1983, © 2013. So WEEEEE THAT!

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

“YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.

You really knew, back in April of 1969, didn't you, oh great all wise, Misses Marola?????? And then along came Beatles Marcucci, the following fucking autumn and WOW, who will ever believe a fucking story as wild as Mountainpen's Morianity, YO BRRRR???????

DUHHHH, NOT TOO MANY YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DopplerLightningSatelliteSat/RadTempWinds More Maps   Metro Doppler Radar National Doppler Radar Weather Map Controls Regional Doppler Radar Local National CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD CHAPTER 14 FEDERAL BUREAU OF MOTHER FUCKING INVESTIGATION; SOME MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' JERK OFF IS SUPER HACKING ME, AND MY BLOGS, AND MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1, TO TOTALLY ILLEGALLY, AND IF IT DOESN'T MOTHER FUCKING STOP; THEN SOMEONE IS GOING TO BE VERY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ASS SORRY, AND THAT'S A MAJOR FUCKING PROMISE, YO!!!!!!!!!!! This program crashed four times, and the only thing that I can think of is that some mother fucking, cock sucking, jerked off, dirt bag, black hat computer cracker, in the Milituforce; used my TWB-APP weather map, that I pasted in; to be somehow all wormed up, and a virus placed into it somehow. They have nothing better to do with their cunt sniffing mother fucking time, YO! Must be real nice to have such zero lives, where only I matter to them so god dam mother fuckiGN much, YO YO!!! CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 14 DECEMBER 7, 2015, PEARL HARBOR DAY. MONDAY EVENING AT 5:27, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT. RANGE TODAY-------(H-72/L-67). RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 81%. WIND CHILL IS 67. WIND IS N AT 8, WITH GUSTING TO 20. TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0. The enemies have fucked up this entire blog and won't stop crashing my program illegally, FBI, ACLU, and President OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They have crashed me and crashed me, and I have reported this crash to the FBI and to the OPEN OFFICE restore-people. The same time these crashes all began, my mother fucking nabes from hell have begun a major DOOR SLAMMING CAMPAIGN ON ME ALSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been one of the worst mother fuckign botbar days of my time here in FLORIDA, six solid years of mother fucking total hell. [ 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 Resort results by: Full Title Name Date (ascending) Date (descending) Save, Print and Email (Help Page) Records Select Format: Full Record Report 1 Latin1 MARC All on Page Selected On Page Selected all Pages Enter your email address: Search for: Search by: Title (omit initial article A, An, The, El, La, Das etc.) Name (Crichton Michael; Walt Disney Company) Keyword Registration Number (for VAu 598-675 type vau000598675) Document Number (for V2606 P87 type v2606p087) Command Keyword Item type: None Recorded Documents Text Serials Music Maps Sound Recordings Computer Files Motion Pictures Visual Materials Kits Mask Works Deposit only monographs Deposit only serials Cancelled Registrations 10 records per page 25 records per page 50 records per page 100 records per page Help Search History Titles Start Over Contact Us | Request Copies | Get a Search Estimate | | Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about Copyright | Library of Congress Home Page CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD CHAPTER 14
VERSE ONE I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say I've been working hard out in the sun all day And I'm not giving any freaking fish away VERSE TWO So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay So I'm not giving any of my fish away VERSE THREE They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben I've been working hard out in the sun all day So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay And I'm not giving any of my fish away VERSE FOUR You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say That you've been working hard out in the sun all day Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay So you're not giving any of your fish away END OF SONG. Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few centuries. Mind Control is here to stay, and only a fucking handful of folks have the smallest clue how the scriptures of the great religions of the world are actually interpreting this modern age stuff. I was mind controlled to search for Sarah, to rewrite this 1983 song from “GITYA” on the musical project called, “Saga of songwriter Mark Mud, and the list goes on into literal fucking cunt infinity itself, yo. Reality-3 is not an easy philosophy to even try to unravel. I totally guarantee that, people, but let us start tackling the problem just a bit, here and now, shall we? First as a reminder, this is the force that lies invisibly somehow somewhere and by something; behind the great Cosmic Oz-Curtains (COC). It somehow, if it is real to start with, not that anything is real, but we need not go here right now again, on this blog; is the 'THIRD-THING' that the other two more visible items would all evolve out from; that are being paired together, in some attempt to see if there is any kind of permanent fixed parallel-event, to these two items. In other words, take something that really is existing and has changed my entire life turning it into nightmare-toast-city, ever since August 15, 1986, the parallel of, ME UP, and the DOW JONES DOWN, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB UP, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN; as well as the exact opposite of this parallel-event with these four items, being, ME DOWN, and the DOW JONES UP, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB DOWN, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB UP. You can translate UP and DOWN with the sports teams as follows: DOWN=LOSING, and UP=WINNING. The stock market speaks for itself, as what is down and winning, unless of course you have short positions trading, and that is not part of the lesson today on this blog. So using this parallel-event that is between me and these three items that these blogs have discussed in no uncertain terms for nearly nine full years now, good folks; let me move on from here. One can take but two positions as to the mechanics that could potentially lay behind or somehow cleverly or maybe not cleverly; but definitely, underneath the items to be compared in a parallel. One position is that either by magic or some strange merely existing non intentionally and uncreated in any way reality, that lays behind the parallel event; is of any consequence in any long run truth. The other position is that there is a THIRD-THING-HAPPENING or a TTH, just as was and has been talked about, way back when all of these blogs were brand spanking new, in early 2006, and off and on, since that time. One thing needs be opened up in a reiteration, and then I'll take us even further along than any time in the past. I have discussed both VISIBLE as well as INVISIBLE PARALLEL-EVENTS. The visible kind would be every time any person gets into a serious physical accident, a fall, a sports accident, an auto crash, the list is endless; how many times as a result of this, does the person get at least somewhat hurt verses how many times they do not get hurt at all? The results would rack up a powerfully strong parallel event of maybe 1,000:1, maybe 500:1, hell maybe 7,000:1, maybe always, maybe never, depending on the threshold set by the experimentation team, but one thing is for sure, and that is, this would be classified as a VISIBLE PARALLEL EVENT. Another visible one is, how many times after going into a real tough biker bar; some puny little dude walks in, and starts trouble, calling mean names to the bikers, and their women, and then starting to walk outside; does he get out to the parking lot and is able to walk to his car and get out without a lot of pain and suffering as a result? Forget the actual parallel event ratio, my point is that these two parallel events are called VISIBLE ones. Now the invisible ones, at least on their surface, would be the two that most of my long time followers know perfectly well about before I even type them in here. After every RED and ODD roulette number at any roulette table you walk randomly up to, do more HIGH 19-36 numbers follow on the following spin, verses more LOW 1-18 numbers follow on the following spin? There is no set rule, however, in roulette; pairing off two outside bet grouping bets against the remaining third group on the following spin; will have short term times when major parallel events of one 50-50 outcome over another 50-50 outcome, do present themselves into reality, at any table. Maybe only one out of the total of twelve possible situations will do this at a table you walk up to and begin charting; maybe more than one, but eventually, within an hour, two hours tops, at least one of the twelve possibles, RED-ODD, RED-EVEN, BLACK-ODD, BLACK-EVEN, RED-LOW, RED-HIGH, BLACK-LOW, BLACK-HIGH, EVEN-LOW, EVEN-HIGH, ODD-LOW, ODD-HIGH; will begin to show that a large imbalance exists for the outcome of the following spin's third outside betting parameter, such as if you are using the charting of the RED-ODD, the remaining parameter is LOW OR HIGH, and if you are using the charting of the EVEN-HIGH, the remaining parameter is RED OR BLACK. Now let us say you have been charting and graphing and after an hour of play time, normally averaging 40-60 spins, or a 50-spin hourly average in the long run; suddenly this EVEN-HIGH parameter lights up with a large parallel event or divergence between parity of following spin outcomes on the remaining parameter, let me explain. Suddenly, after about an hour of play time, there is no good parallel event on eleven of your possible choices, but you need to track them all of course so that the one that does eventually show up becomes visible and known to you, the player. Now, your graph shows that on the following spin, after every EVEN-HIGH number comes out, there are twenty-two BLACK and only three RED events that follow. This is a STRONG PARALLEL EVENT IN THE EVEN-HIGH PARAMETER FOR A NEXT-PLAY-BLACK. Now the odds are currently 22:3, but are statistical only, and can change at any time. Still, once a parallel even is 5 times in strength, meaning if you multiply the smaller number by 5, it is equal to or less than the larger number; you merely stand there making side bets on BLACK, each time an EVEN-HIGH number comes out, since at your table so far since your arrival, the parallel event for the following spin on the other remaining parameter is more than 5:1 for a black to pop in as opposed to a RED to pop in. The minute that the parallel event drops in ratio down to a 4:1, game is over, you quit and cash in. Before the ratio can go from 5:1 down to 4:1; your actual chip winnings, as long as you always bet one same flat betting level; will always produce a net profit in units won, if you begin at 5.0 or higher and stop at no lower than 4.0, as this is just the way the mathematics operates in a complex series of equations not important to this lesson for today, having to do with percentages verses linear movements. You may wait a while for one of these twelve to pop into action, but if you want to always win, you must do that, and you must never bet anything but one same bet level, and you must not bet a lot of them even if they come in, just bet the one you start with, and stand so that you can place bets when you wish as opposed to being forced to betting all action at your wheel if seated at the table. In this example you start when your parallel hit a ratio of one of these divergences becoming 5 times more hit, than the lesser one, in this example, you could have started at 3 and 15, I just used this arbitrary amount of REDS and BLACKS spun on your wheel, but really, it is best to begin at a 5:1 and stop at a 4:1. Normally things that are parallel event increasing from 3 and 4 and 5 go to at least 6 and 7 and 8, and by never playing after it drops below 4:1, you cannot help make some units of profit, or gaming chips. But the real point is not the application of parallel event to the game of roulette, good people. It is about our discussion of VISIBLE verses INVISIBLE parallel events. The trouble maker in the tough biker bar is a VISIBLE PE, and the applying to roulette is an invisible one. So is the deal with me since August 15, 1986, with mt relentless woes with the Phillies, Flyers, and DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, but it is very real, and a total nightmare. But then, the mighty wonderful WeatherBug says many things and tells many stories, and reality-3 is just one tiny part of all of it, me folks. TEE-HEE-HEE! Here is one of the great stories from the mighty WEATHERBUG, yo yo yo yo!!!

Did you know there are many different types of viruses that cause the common cold? These viruses are present throughout the year, regardless of how cold it might be outside. Cold weather does not cause colds, however, there are a few weather-related variables that can lead to a higher number of colds occurring during the winter.

The cold virus spreads the same way any other virus does, usually requiring close contact with someone who is already infected with the virus. The cold virus can live for several hours on objects such as toys, doorknobs, telephones, and computer keyboards. The virus can also be transmitted through the air, particularly in crowded spaces with limited air flow such as airplanes or buses.

Dry nasal passages make them more prone to a virus. This can be due to allergies or low humidity. The winter season is usually the season with the driest air. Winter is also the time where people tend to spend more time indoors to avoid the cold, leading to more frequent close contact with others. Holiday travels can also increase a person’s exposure to airborne viruses.

Age is a factor that increases a person’s chance to contract the cold virus. Children typically have lower immunity than adults. This combined with being close to others while at school or day care creates a higher risk. Stress and fatigue can also lower a person’s immunity to the cold virus.

Moving to a warm weather location won’t eliminate your risk of getting a cold. Instead, employ basic preventive measures such as washing your hands frequently, cleaning your desk and counter-tops with antiseptic wipes, using a nasal spray to keep them moist, and staying out of close contact with those who are sick.

Even though the wonderful 'Weather-bug' hates me, I still like them, so go fucking figure.

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Automatically launch Weekday at start up

THE GREAT AND POWERFUL WEATHER BUG (TWB), IS BEING SHARED NOW, ON THE BOM (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN). WOW!!!!!

EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER BUG (TWB) HATES ME AND KILLED MY LINKS, REMEMBER, EVEN BLOGGER HAS KILLED MY PHOTO LINKS, DESPITE MY PAYING LEGAL MONEY TO PHOTOBUCKET FOR THE RIGHT TOPOST IT UP. LIFE IS REAL FAIR AND WONDERFUL, HUH ME WONDERFUL AND AWESOME SHERIFF KEN MASCARA??????????????????? Like goddessdamn WOW on steroids, huh??????

WeatherBug Featured Story says, “THE END”!!!!! Even more importantly, Mountainpen also concurs and says, END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am under a major assault, Sheriff Mascara, with a lot of doors going off at 5:25 this morning, and also, SOME MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF HAS COVERTLY PLACED A BRAND NEW ENTIRE COLONY OF FILTHY DISEASED COCK ROACHES ALL OVER MY GODDAMN PUSSY HUFFING APARTMENT, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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?

Knowledge can be learned in MANY PLACES!

There are so many things that have been repeated on my blogs for thirteen plus years, for rote's sake. Their still are plenty of things yet unsaid, IPYT!

Back in 1984, as I have stated on several prior writings; I was in a powerful dream and lightning came to me telling me that HER special number is 27. This happened again just last night in some parallel world Atlantic city, and yes, I was at the Golden Nugget Hotel Casino there in present times, so that particular world still has this casino in Atlantic City.

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????????????? Boy oh boy does life a suck a huge prick! Why indeed have so many John Crowley's and Mark Marieni'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 »

THESE MEN MANAGED TO ERASE THEIR PHOTO'S; HOLE DRILLER STABLER!!!!!!!!!!

BUT THESE TYPES WON'T BE ERASED FROM MY MEMORY IN 40,000 FUCKING MORE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!

SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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

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?

Patty Hollister was necessary to the great video-game of the GASME-GODS, as has been recently told after my recent revelations concerning those facts were finally slammed into my goddamn conscious awareness!!!!!!!!! Still, have all of the facts been told? Well, if the Milituforce keeps planting roach colonies in my apartment, this world can get fucking ready to hear some REALLY MAJOR SHIT THAT I HAVE NOT EVER TOLD, my wonderful Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am one fucking angry person. Still, my beautiful lovely golden moon was there to greet me earlier in the evening, and for that much, I am very grateful to the gods of the Astral-Plane, AKA, the Purgatory. Like WOW and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am not trying to get all esoteric or philosophical, or pretend that I know all of the answers. I AM NOT Patty Hollister, and this is not the late sixties, or early seventies. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, Jesus Christ all mighty YO; let's play Bob Schleigh's game, at the Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG security gatehouse. LET'S INDEED “BE REAL”, folks!! No ordinary mother fucking dream can be more real than ten times all of your other dreams put together, and no ordinary dream can alter your mother fucking waking life from the second that you wake up out of it. Yes Spellchecker, it is totally outlandish!!!!!!! But it's way more than that. It definitely fits the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor profile for why things may have all gone down like this. Anyone who follows ufology at all, knows that huge walls and blocks are real; and that there is indeed a powerful cover-up of 'SOMETHING'. Just what, my jury is totally out; but definitely fucking 'SOMETHING', YO! For right goddamn now, that is all that I have to say, but know this my Blogaudians. We'll be further exploring down this road, and without any help from my ex-son in law Nicky, and his magical hyperspace road-trips through time and hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my ELECTRONIC stuff did appear to be able to create “monster-ass recordings”!!!!

People can insist all they want to, and I know that they are wrong. They tell me that I am a paranoid lunatic, with a zillion damn delusions. Well, as Mashell Daniels said in 1980, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Laboratories of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG; “I am entitled to my opinion”, and of course, so is everybody else. But in absolute truth, we all are under the same, whatever you may wish to call it, deal; and that is, none of us are entitled to our FACTS. I feel that I have presented lots and lots and lots of very great arguments, and even many facts, that are just about 99+% beyond anyone's power or ability to dispute. To me at least, the items in my Morianity are absolutely irrefutable.

Here's another whittle morsel tidbit of horse shit that is very much a head scratcher, unless what lays underneath your hair is as dead as your carpets. During that wild Christmas party at that medical research institute place where I did janitorial work for the contractor, Mister Berny Derakowski; and was told by two doctors who had a bit too much to drink, all about using very young blood to transfuse older bodies, and thus rejuvenating them to youth again, after a couple of years; just what if after they sobered up; they came to realize that they released some highly classified medical information to the lowly 'TPB' non-lightning janitor? Only readers of my great 1994 book know what's getting mother fucking said there. Aniwho, and moving this right along YO; just what if they got together, just like towards the ending of that fantastic Sharon Stone movie, “CASINO”, and had “THAT SAME TALK”, or maybe the mob is connected into the medical industry; hey after-all, everybody knows about the music freaking industry, for Jesus Christ's sake, heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps, you heard me right. Just what if they had that talk, that in the movie, ended with that nasty scene in the Vegas desert, only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits; they simply arranged for me to pick up some horrendous medical virus? First off, if this is all real, then this is why, “MISSES MOHR, HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS MY PROBLEM”, and also, this is why nobody has ever, ever, in the entire medical industry; attempted to properly treat me, or help me; and they basicly are sitting around and just hoping and waiting for me to mother fucking die in endless agony! This would also explain why many powerful, and very wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix, such as the TRILOGY FROM HELL, TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI; as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Think about it!!!!

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BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG, WOW SHERIFF, THESE ILLEGALS AROUND HERE ARE MAKING ME FUCKING NUTS AS ALL GODDAMN ASS SHIT, CUBED, YO YO YO YO!!!