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JULY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, THIS IS THE WORST DEATH ATTACK FROM SATANIC DEMONIC
FORCES (MILITUFORCE), THAT I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO ENDURE SINCE THIS
ALL BEGAN ON THE MORNING OF AUGUST 15, 1986, AT THE RENTED
HOME AT 1931 MARLTON PIKE, AKA ROUTE #70, IN CHERRY HILL, NEW
JERSEY, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, AND
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, SURFER FONTY, THIS IS ALSO A
DYING MAN'S UTTERANCE, AND A DYING MAN'S DECLARATION, AS WELL AS
ALSO A LEGAL INTERNET DOCUMENT, SWORN AS THE
TOTAL ABSOLUTE TRUTH, SO HELP ME AL,IGHTY GODDESS JEHOVAH SSK
KRASSLE, GREAT OWNER/CREATOR OF OUR ENTIRE MULTIVERSE/METAVERSE
SYSTEM ON THIS PHYSICAL PLANE OF MATTER AND HUMAN LIFE, THROUGH A
NUCLEAR CARBON TIMED PROGRAM. SOMEONE TRIED TO MURDER ME WHILE I WAS
OUT ON ERRANDS, AND THIS DEATH ASSAULT IS NON-ENDING. I AM BEING
BILLED FOR 200 DOLLARS OF PSYCH SERVICES. I WAS TOLD THAT MY
INSURANCE 'HUMANA' CHARGED ME NO CO-PAY FEES FOR PSYCH SERVICES. I
WILL CONTACT MY PEOPLE LATER ON TODAY TO CANCEL ALL FURTHER DEALINGS
WITH THE 'TREASURE COAST
COMMUNITY HEALTH' PEOPLE, AS THEY APPEAR TO BE NOTHING
BUT SCAMMER-CROOKS!!!!!!!!!! I SHOWED THEM EVERY BILL THAT I KEEP
GETTING FROM SOME OTHER AGENCY AND THEY KEEP SAYING NOT TO WORRY
ABOUT IT, AND THEY LET IT BUILD UP TO 200 BUCKS AND NOW ARE BILLING
ME FOR IT, MISTER STEVE BERNER,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL BE SUING BOTH THESE PEOPLE, THEM, AND THE
COLLECTION AGENCY THAT WON'T STOP HARASSING ME, CALLED PORTFOLIO
RECOVERY; SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND
SIR!!!!
The
video cut-outs are constant. The next door enemy nabes went on a door
slamming roll on Sunday MOUUUUUUUURNING, that fortunately broke off
after they rudely got me out of bed for the day. It is a non-stop
freaking endless persecution. As I speak, some butt-wipe banged a
door at 2:11 this Monday morning, the first day of JULY of 2019, kind
sir! As I said to my camp counselor in northeast Maryland a whole lot
of various times, in July of both 1967 and 1968, at the mighty and
illustrious Camp Chesapeake, “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS”!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will only go back to where this super off the scale DEATH-SIEGE
started, that almost totally crashed the new roulette system back on
the SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 DAY OF JUNE 18, 2019, PRODUCING
A RANDON-ROW OF 3-2-4-3, LOSING FOUR STRAIGHT TIMES, OR NOT
HAVING A NUMBER OF AT LEAST A '5' FOR FOUR TIMES IN A ROW, KIND
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA,
DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the 3-2-4-3 and moving right into
present hellish times up through the end of yesterday and the end of
just about the worst damn month in my entire life, being JUNE OF
2019, we get the following (RR) OUTCOMES, OR RANDOM ROWS: 3-2-4-3:
6-7-7-5
5-5-3-3
5-4-5-4
7-4-6-3
I
will keep you posted with results from later today and on beyond that
as they come into the space-time-mind reality of our conscious
illusions in this tangible physical material caporial life here on
this EARTH-PLANET.
JOJO
CALLIO and the great mighty white sports-car of 2006!!!!
You may all know the story of the
pulsar star,
that I call 'Hydroglacia'.
Well, this great big entity communicated with me back on the early
morning of July 22, 2017, about thirteen and a half months ago. I was
over at Mike Patterson's place down near Miami Beach in a place known
as Hollywood, Florida, U. S. A. and was staying over at his place
after we had been several hours over at the F.I.U. University on
Eighth Street, right there where the famous bridge collapse occurred
not all that long after we were there. We met with a professor who
was interested in a project we were working on, and the same basic
project I discussed where that monster dirt bag Mister Lee of the
insurance company totally screwed me back in the early summer time of
this current year. I was having trouble falling asleep and suddenly
around two in the damn morning, I was frozen and could not move a
muscle, while laying on his couch and staring out of his window that
overlooked a small lake with some homes across that lake all lined up
along the opposite side that Mike's apartment building was on. All of
a sudden people were shooting off these really beautiful fireworks.
After about eight of these unusually gorgeous scattering light
flashes went sailing high up into the sky, in perfect view of the
couch that I was on; the final one never dropped back down to the
ground, and just continued hovering right above me, and right outside
Mike's window. Mike was crashed out and sawing down half of a Redwood
forest in the next room which was his bedroom, while this was
happening. Then
this great Pulsar Star looked right at me, and told me that nobody
was ever going to help me do this project.
My readers don't need to know more about just what this project was
and is, not for right now. This thing just kept telling me inside my
head, over and over, “Nobody
will ever help you with this.
You are using things given to you by the gods (the nukes) that your
race of Carbonite-entities, are not ready to use, or handle, in their
present development of evolution”. Sure enough, the Professor let
me down, and then dirt
bag Larry Lee screwed me also, from the local State Farm Insurance
Office here in Fort Pierce.
Yes,
just as the mighty lovely HYDROGLACIA told me would happen. Hey,
THEY
are in control. The
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL knew
all of this, and even went so far as to tell a radio show host that,
in truth though, that happened decades earlier in time, was not very
far away in distance, from where I lay on Mikes living room couch,
YO. The
only other time that Hydroglacia communicated with me, was that night
over at my security guard job in New Jersey called CIFALOGLIO.
It's all on my blogs from those days, how this great star had turned
itself into a giant colorful chopper, came right to the property,
hovered, screwed up the clock in my car as well as my wrist-watch,
and then flew off back towards where I was living at the time,
Hammonton, New Jersey. Then
it turned back into the Pulsar Star,
and it rose higher and higher into the early morning sky. Later on
after it began to get light outside, there she was, that
big
bright morning star
that pulses. We've all seen it all of our lives, unless we never have
looked and gazed up at the sky.
Hey peeps, when it's all said and done, believe what you want. The
damn Russians seem to know something is up.
Why else did all of this hacking on me become the news of the day,
and why else is this
nutcase six year
old
our
president?
Why is Russia the main part of the entire globe that has been so damn
interested in my blogs? I
don't say it, I don't make false claims,
I have posted real honest verifiable GOOGLE
and BLOGGER
charts, regarding all of this. Here it is again, kind folks!
I
can only 'imagine' many dirty rotten
things,
that just as mighty wisdom-filled Mister Howard Solomon said so often
back at the RPL Sound Studio in 1980,
“Never get better and only get worse”.
Real and true words of wisdom there, Mister Howard old pal, so can
the wonderful and totally awesome Mister Count Marcucci top that for
wisdom?
Y
RUSSIA Y, AND Y JIMMY Y ALSO, FROM 1984?
To
quote the Latengrate Mister D.C. Roth, “That cab driver in Atlantic
City has a wild license plate number, OYY”, as in Y-JIMIIY-Y”. He
is 100% freaking correct!!!!
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SHERIFF
MASCARA; PAULA RUSSIAN KING IS SUPER HACKING MY BLOG AND
MY MACHINE TODAY, MY NEXT DOOR NABES ARE MAJOR NOISY WITH SCREAMING
BRATTY KIDS, LOUD YELPING DOGS, AND SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS
PERSECUTING THE MOTHER LOVING DOG STINKS OUT OF ME ON THIS FRIDAY,
SEPTEMBER THE 7TH OF 2018, SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!! WEIN, SOSO?
I
have tried to pay my rent all week long.
The office here is playing games with me and the desk people keep
telling me they are here somewhere or they were here and they never
are available to take my rent, so I had to trudge all the way over to
the Orange Avenue Public Housing Office to pay the rent, in this
super hot late morning heat, here in FORT
HELL PIERCE,
FLORIDA,
D.P.A.
For
all of the geeks and geniuses out there, I am sure that I do not have
to tell you or remind you of an old computer expression, 'garbage in,
garbage out'. All my life, I was intentionally 'fed' a lot of crapola
for the purpose and agenda, of TOTALLY CONFUSING ME TO DEATH on many
many things!
I
am not saying I was wrong about the entertainment world, or Atlantic
City, and I don't have to tell anyone with half a brain, like the
funny man SC after the late local news ends, just how totally absurd
things have progressed into in our lovely little world. I was not
wrong about the great Trump, or anyone else I preached about over and
over on ten years of blogs from oh-six through sixteen, and you all
know it. But WOW was I dead wrong on the exact stuff that laid behind
the OZ-CURTAIN of it all. Take that to the bank, kind people! But
then there are those numerous items where any reader of mind knows
only too well, such as Melanie's 218, and my leaving the Publix store
in early 2016 in a 'dream' only it was not early but later on, and I
heard the announcement that ended life as we all know it on this
pathetic planet!
I
was off-line for two anda half years with serious vision problems
that are not yet resolved, but I figured out the best way to see
better on the machine until my cat-surgery is done, is simply to
print it in much larger type, and then to just alter it to size 16 at
the end with an all command and a 16 size key. I won't bore a soul
with my woes, nobody could care less. You're all too busy with your
own with the resurrection of Hitler. Nobody saw him coming either,
nobody would believe the few who knew it all before some seven or
eight decades back. This blog this morning is just to tell you that
the Mountainpen is back, with so much to tell it would take a darn
century to accurately accomplish. Slowly but surely, it will all be
covered, and all at the appropriate times. For now, just know this,
kind folks. Before the world began to go loco about a century back or
so, there was no radio, no TV, no internet, and no social media.
After the development of each of these four items, things progressed
and spiraled downward faster and faster. Shortly after radio, any
serious sociological observer and savant of social orders, can see as
plain as day how things began to go off the wall nuts, but of course,
that was just where it all began. Then came TV. WO, need I say a lot
more? But WO, then came computers and the IBM peeps, and of course
later still the mighty modern era of our famously known by all.
'silicon valley'. But things did not stop here as we all know so
perfectly well, oh no, then there was four, or shall I say, the
mighty thief we all know and love or do we?, Mister Pukerberg! Oh
yes, SOCIAL MEDIA, and really people; will it all end there? I told
the story many times about a particular episode on the great TV
show, Next Generation Star Trek, where Ensign Wesley
Crusher realizes that the entire crew has been mentally invaded by a
'computer game'. Sounds to me like Mister SC talking and leaving me
twirling around on my big fat ass late at night! Oh well, believe
whatever helps you get through the night folks. You see, I don't have
the luxury of accepting illusions and untruths. As soon as I
eventually come to realize that I am being conned or controlled by
the ESS, well. I immediately adjust my views and ideas. I cannot
afford the luxury of most folks, of believing things that simply put,
are just way more comfy-cozy to hang onto, true or false!
Maybe
I should entertain the idea of starting, or restarting this
continuing story-blog, where most things start, you know; at the
beginning, and then work through a normal time line of eventualities.
I'll cogitate on the freaking notion, kind folks! This way instead of
appearing to be the quintessential scatterbrain of the Harbor lands,
as well as the great and mighty Mizz Terry of twenty oh seven, people
may begin to realize that to their utter dismay and unbelief, I may
not be so damn crazy after-all, despite a truckload of WFMU
broadcasts from New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!
Parallel
event is a very real and powerful tool, known by and USED by those
powers and forces that control this entire world and govern all of
our lives from cradle to grave. Right after the giant Williamstown
cop turned FBI man screwed us all and forever changed life on this
Earth by what he did to my gal Hill, came the 'other' October
surprise, back in 2016. The Hitler-Man struck hard, and caused the
sprinkler system in my public freaking housing building to go off,
and flooded my entire apartment. I KNEW THEN HE HAD THE ELECTION,
J.C. Oh Jesus, and AHA, Mister McNulty!
Let
me quickly tell you all or the few really, who may have put it all
together long before I ever did, about the great mighty PK of ACNJ,
and who it really was all along who did not like the appearance of my
pathetic little sun burned face that night on the bus on 12 July so
long ago, and also who was in that powerful bizarre dream in middle
1980 after moving into 1802 RH Apartments, with her LOIS FOCA
garbage. Yes, I may not be the quickest sword in the battlefield
folks, but eventually, YO, I do get it! But this is just one
thousandth of one lousy little percent of the revelations that came
my way in the past 2.5 years since my blogs were stopped by the Cohen
Crew! You have such a lovely damn daughter, co-worker Helen Harris.
WOW that!
I
would go on, but you know, those Russian darlings, my hackers are
starting up pretty bad, kind people, so as they said in the 60's,
'don't know how lucky you are, back, back, yeah', yeah, I will be
your worst nightmare when I tell some unfathomable truths in the
coming weeks and months, BELIEVE THAT!
Yes
folks, according to the trustworthy folks in the television
educational system, the great mighty Pentagon in Washington, is
scared of SATAN just as much as I am. I don't call it SATAN, nor do I
believe in some mythical creature with a tail and horns and holding a
ridiculous pitchfork, mister Mack Camp counselor Kaiter, yo.
BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT, I do believe in the MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!
MAYBE THE PENTAGON NEEDS TO GROW UP A LITTLE BIT, AND FOLLOW THE
ADVICE OF DOCTOR CAROL SAGAN, THE LATENGRATE, YOU KNOW, AS IN “UPPING
IT ONE DIMENSION FROM THEIR CHILDINSH VIEWPOINTS. It is no different
than believing that Patty HHH, Paula KKK,
or Cooley-Fooley HHH, or Sarah
Lighthouse JOJOCALLIO for that matter, are real
honest eighteenth century witches, up there in mother freaking
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. BUTTERCHEESE,
and but folks, the same NET RESULT
AND NET EFFECT always seems to come into
play!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is always a reason for my DEATH SIEGES,
and I know this; since this mother fucking cunt eating shit around me
has been going on for the most part,
EVER SINCE I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL AT THE COOLEY
HALL ON KINGS HIGHWAY, IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, IN
JANUARY OF 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911,
AGAIN. I HAVE HAD TO CALL THEM QUITE A FEW MOTHER FUCKING TIMES THIS
YEAR; KIND SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously,
there is something going on, and one of these things, as they always
do, pertains to this parallel fucking
cunt event nightmare, with me and dirt
bag TRUMP. I cannot keep up with all of this political
fucking dog shit, but recently, another senate seat was lost to the
mother fucking democratic side of the aisle, and some nasty bitch who
should have lost her seat for saying some horrible fucking racist
comment was able, through the persecution of me, to retain it; giving
the cunt chewing monster evil republicans a
major senate advantage now of 53-47, if what I heard was
accurate. After the Tracy Ross deal, I really
do not fucking cunt trust the media, and their reporting accuracy,
any longer. This direct persecution of me, so as to endlessly get
their mother fucking monstrous way, via ILLEGALLY
APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; is unconscionable and
unfathomable. It only could be real and happening to a person WHO
HAS DIED AND GONE TO HELL, as there is simply no other way
that something this totally fucking cunt inconceivable, could be real
and occurring!!!!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
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TAKES
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SCIENCE!
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TAKES
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SCIENCE!
NONE
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TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
And
the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth.
THAT,
SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why
they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!
WHY
WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?
If
I was not the CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON,
none
of this would be happening, right down to my
dying
and going
to HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR,
and it goes like this:
“Is
any of this mother fucking shit real, and not a Millie
Vinnilli
Amelia
Bedellia
double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!”
I
am not faking this, or
my music.
The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but
she did tell me that I'd
be crossing over;
and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW
to all of these darn things, Senator
Thompson Watergate!
BUTTTTTTTTT,
then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking
Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Enter
your Privecode number---1-2-3!!!!
Alligator
Haters Anonymous-AHA-AHA!!!!
This
is the dawning of the age of George,
(along
with technological Aquarius!) Now if the mighty Donna Summer truly is
up in the year 2301, using DDLTT to keep bringing me back here into
this endless hell, then she must be punishing me along with her
friends at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, huh Mister
David Speas? Yessir old pal, I'll tell you my great story from the
shore someday, and this is now that someday,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YARRR to you too, lovely PATTY
HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
this great big entity communicated with me back on the early morning
of July 22, 2017, about thirteen and a half months ago. I was over at
Mike Patterson's place down near Miami Beach in a place known as
Hollywood, Florida, U. S. A. Let's talk some more about this since
the mother freaking MILITUFORCE won't get the hell off of my darn
butt wiping back, 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 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 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 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 yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People
live here on this planet, totally dummed down to all truth, and maybe
that is a good thing. For me, I was not given the choice of remaining
all damn stupid and blissful. No sir, I had to meet Patty Hollister
HH, and then I had to meet jim Burr, and THEN I HAD TO MEET ZVONKO
THE INVENTOR AND WILDMAN THE BEACH-ALCHEMIST IN WHERE ELSE BUT
GOODOL' ATLANTIC CITY, BLUE JERKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was not permitted
any cameras or blissful ignorant living, oh wonderful “UNCLE”
Heinz Gottwald the latengrate, of 175 Peninsula Drive, just down the
road from the latengrate Captain Kangaroo, in Baby Blond (Babylon),
New York, Long Island, Divided Parties of America formerly known as
(FKA) the great US of A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY
for Christmas sake, you lovely 'Christi-Publicans' out there in
DEMONIC WASHINGTON, 13-600!!!! Keep passing totally UNCONSTITUTIONAL
BILLS, Bitch Prickonnel, yo!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
the great
pulsar star
that has the ability to turn into a wild giant-chopper with loads of
flashing strobing colorful lights. Sounds more like a small part of
an ASTRAL-PLANE
GROUPATION OF COINS
to me, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's what it sounds like to the mother freaking Mountainpen, yo yo
yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! Still
Lenny Brisco,
whatever anyone thinks of me and my
freaking Morianity,
I know for an absolute fact,
that the
mind
is
everything.
I know that the magical two times during sleep that we human carbon
beings are in-between waking and sleeping condition, we are literally
connected up to the very magical TWILIGHT
ZONE,
and not that show on television, but the real deal, or as some older
folks know it as, “THE
REAL MCCOY”!
During these times, we can literally merge and join with many of the
ever present GROUPATIONS
OF COILS AND COINS
that visit us, mostly as yet unknown and totally undiscovered
types of LIGHTNING.
Who knew about jets and sprites, and numerous other named lightning
phenomenon just three or four decades ago?
Fifty years from now, we will all realize that the
entire UFO phenomenon is just the Goddess Diana
and her
family
from the ASTRAL-PLANE.
Still, I
seem to be the only human in my time era who is in direct
communication with nuclear life.
What
a freaking shame for us all!!!!! And so there I was
that
night at Cifaloglio at my job as a security guard,
and pow, I was visited by Hydroglacia the great pulsar star.
I guess that was an honor, huh lovely Marylou carpenter of all great
sand bars that exist in the Capitol City of the entire great
Purgatory, called the City of the
Great Sarah Krassle,
pronounced on
the Astral World
as “Sahasra
Dal Kanwal”.
Another Wonderful Oprah Winfrey if you please or just abbreviated
into a great big gash dog WOW, and along with another mighty
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
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what would the good folks of lovely Canada wish to hear from
Morianity, as I appear to have lost your ear!
WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA.
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Just
when things are about as intense as they can get, the Milituforce is
magically making the Blogs Of Mountainpen, die off into that good
night, Mizz Nursing Irene!
NOBODY
BELIEVES IN INVISIBLE POWERS. Well, then go touch a 440
volt power line
or enjoy sitting at an X-RAY
machine
for a few hours. Yeah, you're all total idiots and assholes, but I
sure hope you are rooting for me a little bit, kind Sheriff KJM,
otherwise, maybe I'll just cut my wrist and croak in here tonight,
old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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