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10:46 ANTE' MERIDIAN

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23 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

MONDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: LAST QUARTER MOON

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DEATH ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have had a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fire alarm go off this morning, and that ILLEGAL FAT SLOB SLUT IS HERE BANGING DOORS AS HARD AS SHE CAN, and she has a drug dealer in here on this floor, Sheriff, who followed me upstairs on the elevator, and gained entrance to this building ILLEGALLY, when I hit the magnetic key to come in, and he then rode up the elevator with me. When he heard the construction noise outside, he thought it was the maintenance peeps cleaning the floor up here on level-6, and he immediately got back onto the elevator and left, but he came back, and these two trash have been slamming and doing ILLEGAL DRUGS in their apartment ALL MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING LONG, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!! I'd be the happiest mother fucker on this planet if the damn cops would set up an apartment here themselves, and the arrests would be on a daily basis. As I type and speak, this whore slut slob just slammed the door again so hard that even with earplugs in my ears, it makes me jump out of my skin, and sir, THIS IS COCK SUCKING FUCKING ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, and they are doing this to me INTENTIONALLY, AND I KNOW IT, SIR, AND I ALSO KNOW THAT MOTHER FUCKING CRIMINAL ROTTEN WALL STREET IS BEHIND IT, ALONG WITH PRESIDENT TRUMP SCUM AND HIS CRONIES AND FIXERS IN THE WORLD OF BIG-BIZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS-ILLEGALS!!!

I am going to be CALLING 911, if this shit doesn't mother fucking BACKM THE SHIT OFF OF ME, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING ASSAULT ON ME TODAY, AND HERE COMES MY MAGNESONIC, TO THE FUCKING CUNT DISEASED RESCUE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and yes, good old rotten Miss Janewhoreshit Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda just fucking nailed me with her cunt huffing ONE ONE ONE ONE ASSAULT on top of all this other quintessential fucking cunt misery and DOGTOWNISM, 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 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 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 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I knew this was gonna' be a real bad ass miserable wo-whiz-me day the second I got up, as already at a quarter past seven, these diseased illegal scum from next door in UNIT #605, and this pig slob who visits from across the hallway from her at UNIT #606, muscular large Caucasian female, early thirties, shoulder length black hair, and about 5-5 in height, WHO SLAMS DOORS ALL DAY LONG WHEN HERE AND THINKS SHE OWNS THE BUILDING, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; were already fucking with me, and they WOKE ME UP after only five hours of sleep!!!! I also knew this was gonna' be a bad because in those short hours out of my body, I was in a horrible place in the fifth dimensional hyperspace with my parents who were both treating me like total fucking pig-shit at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL OF MY ENEMIES, HERE IN THE MORTAL WORLD, AS WELL AS IN THE PURGATORY.

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

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SHERIFF MASCARA, I AM UNDER A VERY BAD ASS MAJOR DEATH SIEGE FROM THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, KIND SIR. PLEASE HELP ME, AND LOOK FOR ME ON MIDWAY ROAD @ YOUR OFFICE, VERY SHORTLY, SIR!!!!

I have learned major shit from that wonderful PROJECT BLUEBOOK television show, and one of the items learned I must confess to already having figured out a very long mother fucking cunt huffing time ago, me lads and me lassies out here in Blogaudianland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is that THE MILITUFORCE WILL NEVER EVER STOP, AND THIS HELL WILL INDEED GO ON FOR THE GODDAMN FUCKING REST OF MY PATHETIC DESEASED CURSED LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! These totally sicko pricks will ruin my entire life, as they have done so ever since I MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING EXIUTED HIGH SCHOOL at my special-ed school called the Cooley-Hall Bancroft school, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I won't be joining the largest UFO Club in the United States as a chess or a poker move in some strategic counterstrike. BUTTERFIELDS AND BIG ASS BUTTTTTT, I WILL BE JOINING UP because I MUST DO THIS. These diseased cock sucking whack job pricks on steroids, simply are leaving me absolutely no mother fucking other cherce; Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

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 FOR THE PAST TWO SOLID WEEKS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER 23, OF 2019; THE BOTBAR FUCKING NUMBER FROM DOGTOWN, CAUSING ME A MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ENEMIES IN UNIT #605 AND UNIT #606, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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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I mother fucking knew when I was twenty, and heard that inaudible yet absolutely distinct voice, telling me to spare myself an unfathomable HELL, and just end it all, that I should have mother fucking listened to it, and NOT WUSSED THE CUNT EATING SHIT OUT!!! If I hadn't been such a cunt sucking goddamn coward, I could have exited away from this inconceivable hellishness, and spared myself more agony and demonic grief that even I can possibly imagine. BUT NOW THAT I HAVE SUFFERED THIS LONG, AND HAVE WAY TOO MUCH NECESSARY INFORMATION TO SHARE WITH THOSE OTHER FEW CURSED FOLKS OUT HERE ON THE CE-6ers list or (M2F-CLASSIFICATION), I realize that I must now remain here, join the biggest 'UFO' club out there in this country, and shout out my life's-experiences to the ENTIRE WORLD, and if they don't believe me, well, then they all deserve to be tormented and tortured as badly as I have been, as they will indeed be, as have I, IF they are in REAL CONTACT, as I obviously AM, and have been all along, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My nightmares were beyond fucking wicked and putrid, and there is a lot more happening than just my spirit randomly traveling through hyperspace, at least during these times of horrendous fucking WALL STREET DEATH PERSECTION-SIEGE!!!! Last night my father stole my ID, my car, and some other shit out of my wallet, and my mother tried to have me committed to a psych ward. It was about the most horrendous fucking experience that I had since Paula told me that if I did not build a tachyon radio for her, she would slice me into more pieces than a butcher slices lunch-meat. Yes Sheriff, I knew that this was going to be a really bad day, and I am going to drive over to your office on Midway Road to cry on your shoulders, starting with a month ago when that horrible bitch in the black Ford Expedition vehicle intentionally rammed my car and caused me a thousand dollars of property damage, kind sir!!!!!!!!!

NO PEOPLE, IT IS MOST CERTAINLY NAUT:

FEBRUARY 17, 2014,

MONDAY NIGHT AT 11:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.WOULDN'T THIS BE BEAUTIFUL???????

Well they fucked me good, Bob McDowell. Unless this is some temporary hack, whatever that goddamn fucking Wordpress hack was this afternoon, really fucked up these blogs, sir!!!!! WOW did we have fun in 1972 chucking roof shingles, at Cooley HIGH HELL HALL. You and those Johnny-fucker-faster jokes, like WOW!!!!!!!! Lightning might just think they were a bit lame, but then, she is a great goddess, calendars or no calendars, huh good ol' pal? Poor Bruce A. Pennock. You wouldn't stop riding him about being, “your little dick in the mouth”, and that one to me, was a lot funnier than the Johnny 100 mile per hour joke. WEEEEEEE!!!!

Yes, with or without the great now retired Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, this is still all a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING RIGHTS, YO!!!! SO WOW to that, Mizz O. Winfrey, let's do some beach sweeping and land owning, huh lovely spoon-dancin' girl???????????

Every document has been fucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!

Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother fucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio, I'll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July fucking garbage truck, tomorrow fucking cunt eating turd chewing morning! There is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. If one is able to not get caught, Frank Callio on Bacharach Boulevard, one can drive down either side, of course, don't get fucking killed while making the attempt, either, BRO! But I think my pernt is being made, Archie fucking ass Bunker, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay,shake it up and toss it out any way that you like, Sargent fuckiGN Friday on 1967 Dragnet, this is all just one huge simulationogram, sir, and you too, Professor Kaku. Maybe both of us would do better to keep our big mother fucking mouths shut, 'to quote lovely ass Monique'! Give me a break Misses Rabil, I'm so stupid and wetahded, I can't see all the shit has gone on for fifty mother fucking years for crissake, Jesus Christ Almighty, Mike Bustarm Sotas, with almost the strength of lovely Keisha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know for a fact that the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE (Milituforce) uses a tactic in their super hyper covert stealthy black operations program, that I call Dream-Interrogation OPS! They can literally interrogate someone, (in their fucking dreams). Someone in this covert-black-ops black file agency (BFA) is trying to get me to talk about my so-called psychic abilities, and this has been going on now for a week or more. I am NAUT imaging any of this fucking shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is going to be some mother frucking cunt lapping very sorry people real soon, FOR PULLING ALL THIS SHIT OFF ALL OVER ME AND KILLING THIS PATHETIC SPECIAL ED TOTALLY INNOCENT, LEGALLY BORN, PITIFUL GUY, AND THAT, IPY, YO BRO!!!!!!!! Screw your fucking BROadcasters, Mksft!!!!

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10:46 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY NIGHT

21 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 2:5

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 N.M.

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Week ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-15-19

Week ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-22-19

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“Okay”, Mister John 'Happy-J' King, and everybody else out here; now you have been warned, LEGALLY, morally, and 'spiritually'. I am going to tell some powerful fucking shit on this cunt lapping goddamn blog, yo, and THAT, IPY peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF, THIS WAS ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR ME TODAY, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE B4I AM GONNA' LASH OUTlandish AND LASH OUT, SIR MICRObiology MICROSUCKS HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Whenever the weather becomes demonic, as I refer to unusual weather patterns that make the stinking weather unpleasant and oppressive, due to major blizzard conditions, or in the summer time when too hot, or in the winter time, too cold; this is ALSO WHEN OTHER NASTY FUCKING ASS SHIT BEGINS TO HAPPEN ALL AROUND ME, MAKING MY MISERABLE SATANIC EXISTENCE A LIVING BREATHING NIGHTMARE HELL ON FUCKING STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, as well as yesterday, has been extremely hot for the last ten days of October, even for this part of ENDLESS-OVEN-FLORIDA; feeling OVER 100 TODAY AND YESTERDAY, reaching ninety degrees + today, and nearly hitting it yesterday, with the humidity back on FULL FUCKING FORCE. Still, this is NAUT the real problem, and I will now tell you all just what mother fucking is the (real-'E') problem! It won't shock me if my pal Mike is DEAD. He was back in the hospital and in bad shape several days ago, and I do not want to disturb him during this time, but I have a very powerful feeling that he is NAUT going to survive this time, Miss Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this, nightmares are REALLY BAD for me again lately, and beyond all of that, my upstairs pig lapping noisy asshole neighbors are back to endless moving of heavy furniture, making god awful noises all day, and they still are at it now, SHERIFF, at 11 of the fucking clock tonight. They were hammering also last night, and it this is from UPSTAIRS, and NAUT from next door. If it is NAUT the illegal cousin scum from across from me, it is my very loud annoying bastard swine nabes from above me, or next to me. Thisssssssss is why, Mizz Erica Kane, I call this nightmare fucking shituation from DOGTOWN, my TRIAD-NABES FROM HELL!!!!

Also my cable service was frozen up again!!!!

The nightmares are horrible, but last night, I was actually dreaming that I was on the Astral-Plane, near Dogtown. There is a very HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bridge in the vicinity that you cannot miss. It is fifteen miles high, and it goes about three hundred miles in length, and is colored some gods-awful shade of a mixed rusty copper, and dark greyish blue; and has a frightening appearance in its architecture. The highways or Astral-Landlines leading to it are complicated, and basicly, they extend in numerous lengthy circular patterns that lead to an area that seems to endlessly widen, to where there are more than five hundred lanes on both sides, and gargantuan signs all over the place reading, “DOGTOWN” for anyone to see, and a blind man couldn't miss seeing them, not that there are any blind people there. I remember how these ridiculously big wide roads just keep getting bigger, and how only one small exit sign leads into a very narrow linelane that proceeds to the area shoreline and then over into and across the Teck Bay, into the Capitol City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. I also remember being with some very weird and unpleasant entities. One was a lady who was a passenger in my vehicle, and she told me that when I get back to the human world, and play my new roulette system, I will be slaughtered, and then she wouldn't stop laughing about it until I yelled at her to stop her absurd raucous laughter. She then punched me hard in the mouth and threw me out of the vehicle, and I rolled all around until finally stopping at the side of the linelane, and I was instantly swooped up by a passing mattableeum (police officer in Purgatory), and I settled into the third rear seat of his patrol-vehicle. He then took me about two hundred thousand miles to a small area that would be thought of humanly, as a very dangerous ghetto slum part of a larger town or village that I knew the name of then but cannot pull it up now. I walked into a small summerhouse area along a sidewalk and I sat down. Suddenly out walked three very nasty looking dudes; caulks, late twenties, and redneck types; and they came from a house that was way back behind this public summerhouse, where I had sat down on a bench. They told me they wanted to talk to me, and to follow them, which I did. We got back to an area behind their house, and they had about three human world acres of cornfield, and the crop looked like someone had sprayed a million tons of poison all over it. Then one of them said to me, “I will give you fifteen seconds to tell me why you are psychic”. I then replied with, I don't need that long, and also, that there is no time in Purgatory, and that I am a sensitive person and I despise that word 'psychic'. As I said this, a wind came up, and it blew hard from across the cornfield, and suddenly my nose ran, and I began puking. The stench from nearby Dogtown was somehow being amplified in a bad wind current, and then one of the other dudes said that to me as I began puking, and snot was coming out of my nose. I was reaching in my pockets for a handkerchief only none was to be found. I was getting frustrated and agitated, and quite angry at this point!!!!!!! I remembered suddenly what Diana's grandfather had taught me to do if I need help from a horrendous shituation, as was told to me by him from another wild dreaming interaction from the Beetlejuices days of 1988, and so I shouted out three times, “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. “Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need”. Then I instantly woke up and I was in my bed, and back in Fort Pierce, Florida, on the mortal world, and back into my physical body. I cleaned up in the shower, shaved, and the whole twenty-seven feet, and then I played roulette, and yes, I GOT MOTHER FUCKING CREAMATED, AND MY NEW SYSTEM GOT BLOWN AWAY AND CRASHED! But this will bring me to some powerful fucking points, or pernts, if Mister Archie Bunker from queens, New York was here with me! If I had had an 'opposite-shooter', I would have made over twenty-two thousand dollars, instead of losing my mother fucking shirt. I know now, that I MUST HAVE AN OPPOSITE SHOOTER PARTNER, if I am ever able to RETURN TO THE FUCKING GAMING CASINOS AGAIN, and that's that, AS MISTER FUCKING CUNT ESOLPH WOULD SAY IT SO DAMN ASS PERFECTLY, 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 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big HA-HA-HA JANE SLUTSO FONDA, YOU MISSED ME, YA' WITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes people, I would have made about $25,013,000.00 total, using ten dollar bets and an opposite shooter using 500 buck bets, if ever since March of 1983, I had done this in real life at real casinos in real time, or if we slide over a mile into Ventnor, from Atlantic City, IN REALE TIME, which I would of course, would want absolutely nothing to do with at all whatsoever, yo BROadcasting BRO's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those backslidden Christians; funny how this is an acceptable word, but you cannot be grammatically correct, and say the second and third syllable of that word, when it is so necessary in usage, such as above while discussing going from a Jersey shore town, from another one, just a mile to the south. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT!!!! Just who came up with this wild and weird English language system, aniwho, yo????

Yes, I need to find an OPPOSITE ROULETTE SHOOTER somewhere, and I know there is a way of doing this somehow, but I WILL LITERALLY BE FIGHTING THE FAWCES OF MOTHER FUCKING DOGTOWN, WHILE MAKING THIS ATTEMPT; AATS PEEPS, SO KNOW THAT RIGHT NOW, AND WISH ME WELL. I WON'T SAY 'PRAY FOR ME', AS THIS IS A STUPID ASS FUCKING THING TO DO, AND I WILL NOT BE WASTING MY TIME EVER AGAIN ON THIS UTTER ASS NONSENSICAL DOGSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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You are NAUT imagining these connections to Robin Hill Apartments, my musical DEMO tunes, the goddess of Atlantic City, whoever she truly is, and all of this; even in the most absolute remotest fantastic ways that this can all connect up. There is literally no lack of quintessential weirdness on steroids, to this entire thing. For right now, I will say that the 2007 Librarian of the Congress, before the present AA lady, who I have had the pleasure of viewing on BOOK-TV, and her incredible aversion to a 'little piece of yellow paper'; all is fully dot connected, just as was the fact that there were two articles in that wild magazine, at the Cifaloglio car-kicking garage that afternoon, that someone or some thing, Captain Shatner, WANTED TO BE TOTALLY SURE THAT I WOULD SEE, AND READ; one being about my daughter, and the other about the other great female vocalist, and Queen of Disco, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer. I thought I was in a dream when one day at that guard job, I began doing something, and I don't mean comparing flip sides of cassette tapes of songs about really good curly haired young girls. There is a lot more to this entire horrible mess, and I know that Patty H.H.H. Knows the details. If she is alive, she knows, and is not willing to tell me. If she is not alive, this even further complicates this issue. This is not an issue that goes away if I agree to stop thinking about it. This is not some turn the page deal, and we all know it! This MILITUFORCE is NAUT going to let go of whatever this entire mess truly verily is, that lays behind these inconceivable OZZ curtains from DOGTOWN CUBED AND CUBAN, AND RESQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saying one more thing, tells that I know more than I should and am not just sitting here making guesswork clues. All dots connect, and all things happen for reasons, and Jim Burr's famous Deptford Mall statement from 1979, made to me one dark cold night in his car; is biblical suicide, even for the great SATANIC FAWCES OF DOGTOWN, because JESUS told and taught all of us, that a house divided against itself cannot stand, & using this very powerful same technology, is Trump, and his RUSSIAN cohort pals, forever endlessly trying to wipe out and destroy, the (D) Democratic Party. And the $500,000,000.00 secret, is more dangerous than anyone has a clue about, because this technology in the hands of monsters like Don John Dirthole Trump, will send this nation straight to its fucking grave, That is a promise, and all of BonJovi's peeps are as clueless to this, as they are about what those charged particles are truly charged with. Remember that day in April of eleven, if you're still reading me' bwogs? You know that this storm did not just spring up out of nowhere? You know it deep down in your most inner-spirit, and I KNOW THAT YOU DO, YO!!!!!!!!! Many ignorant assholes all over this planet, think that I am the one behind all of thisssssss, Mizz lovely AMC Erica, only I AM NAUT, Miss AT&T Blake. That much I solemnly swear, attest, and affirm, upon this legally, and voluntarily sworn oath, as a citizen of the United States of America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am making any of this up, then feel free once you prove that, TO PROSECUTE ME FOR FUCKING TREASON. That I say, without one bead of sweat upon my fucking brow, YO!!!! Only stupid peeps are wondering why this takes me now to the position RED-STAR #4, on tomorrow's STS (Secrets Thermometer Scale)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Misuse of these techs can literally end the USA forever, and guess who truly wants to do thisssssssssss? DJT! If you fucking Dem's don't get onboard and believe me, you are in for witnessing the end of this wonderful land in less than five years time!!!

YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

ENDLESSNESS, AND END TRANSMISSION.

Morty Death-Angel Mortino is starting up!!!!!

For a while it was better after that five day super fucking botbar death siege broke off for a day, and then slowly, it is edging back to lots of fucking death angel passes again for the Mountainpen, yo yo yo yo yo yo BROadcasters and yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!

YES I DID SAY AND CLAIM THAT THE TERRORIST GIRL FROM THAT WILD NIGHTMARE SOME TIME AGO IN 2013, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! BUT NO, I WAS ALL WRONG! It is obviously the young bitch who drives the black Ford Expedition truck; ME' KIND SHERIFF KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!

Not 506 Robin Hill mid-stay, folks; but yes, it is now 5:06 Post Meridian (after-noon). So fucking cunt eating WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Let's stop all this fucking goddamn killing each other over silliness; people of Planet Earth. Can't you see that in a few years, this whole world will be worse than fucking Rikers Island, unless this horrible fucking tide is turned?????? Well, here goes me' poor whittle fucking SPELL-CHECK pwogwam, Mister Elmer Fwudd. Let me boot off and back on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, all real New Yorkers know that there is a lot more on that island, than just the famous jail, that became three times more famous, after the greatest law show of this world, graced our television presence, called, “L & O”!!!!!

You only think I have told 'forbidden shit'!!!!!

Peeps and Milituforce enemies, you ain't fucking heard diddly shit nuttin' yet, Mister Albert Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MCNY (MCNULTY)!!!!!!!!!! Think of this as Mountainpen's stairway to DOGTOWN, where the light can never be switched on, and teasing Donna can always make fun of my messed up fucking mind, as well as how 'THIS TIME' it really is for real, for REALE, and verily truly accurate, while all the other shit was all just delusions and dreams!!!!!!!!!

Another HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WOW is in order here, and just for lovely sweet you, Miss Winfrey, “ WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW”!!!!!!!!!

HALL----'OH' TEEN, HUH MISTER HALL FROM YOUNGER DAYS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA???? Between Lenny McKinnon, Patty, and mind-blown Liverpool's Count VON Marcucci, we have the REALE MAGICAL TRIO, do we NAUT AT&T Corporation, and lovely Miss Blake of the Annoyance Caller Bureau????????

This pussy chewing nightmare HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE on me since I came into this cock knocking damn world is horrendous, and it is also vely vely vely non McDowell, HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE

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The past couple of weeks have been hot and humid again, like late summer time. But my hellishness puts the heat of Florida on an endless back burner, right along with all of my other woe-wiz-me's from the days of Beetlejuices and non Marcucci-Beatles, of non-1969, but rather two decades out into the photon-projected negative space of 1988 where the great and ever mighty FBI placed my problems and complaints on an endless BACK BURNER as well. So WOW-WOW and another HUUUUUUUUUUGE WOW, for two great peeps out here; wonderful and awesome Senator Sanders, as well as lovely and hero worshiped Mizz Winfrey. WO to that one, huh Billy H?

So Mister Governor Kean from 1983 and 1984; if we all are ''perfect together'', maybe my wonderful daughter would like to know if we are fallen angels as well. Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Mom!!! Hey Dad, don't steal my car and my fucking ID, and don't try and commit me to a psychiatric hospital, MOM. Jesus fucking Christ in DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO. From here to the fucking Dogtown Bridge, Mister Mack Kaiter, yo, “This is totally damn weedeekawuss!!

To this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S. Copyright Office, and some others, all pulled off; after I went to that music attorney by the name of Malcolm Rosenberg, early in the autumn of 1980, or somewhere around there. I sent the four songs on one open reel tape, at a speed of 7 and one half IPS, on a full track recording, copied onto my RS-1500-US, open reel semi-pro mastering machine, that I bought from the Martin Audio/Video store, in Manhattan, in May of 1980, and was delivered to my apartment by UPS, early in the first week in June, right before my powerful and unfathomable bizarre Lois Foca dream-HIE-RAW! Suddenly Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, from the famous BEEGEE assholes, had made a song, that was rapidly going into lower numbers, on the Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help Me”, speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. After I saw the attorney recommended by my arranger, Mister Glenn, the song magically seemed to get pulled off of the air, and was killed cold; but no one ever spoke a word to me about shit, not Howard Solomon, not Lenny McKinnon, not Malcolm Rosenberg. Then came the real kicker of all kickers; Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, of Florida-USA-ESMWG. You can see it for yourselves with the above pasted in U.S. Copyright Office PAU forms, that show a history of my musical copyrights. My 1994 book, The Permission Barrier, is not included since this was not a song; and only goddess knows why the roulette system, from two years before that, in 1992; was included, as that was not a song, but rather, a system for playing 'inside numbers' roulette. Still, I never was given a copyright on the song, and its arrangement, back in 1980. They made sure it was the following year, after the BEEGEE incident, and did not include the name of my arranger on the copyright form. The joke is that in 1977, before this particular internet song-list was used; I had copyrighted the LOST LOVE song. But it was the arrangement that was stolen, and even without the copyright, Tom Glenn, my arranger, was paid in full by me, as work for hire, or whatever they call it. This music and arrangement is all legally owned by me, and is legally my property, whether copyrighted or not; as long as Tom Glenn is available to go to court, and witness this for me someday. Should that ever miraculously happen; then the fucking press will no longer be able to call me a mother fuckiGN crackpot; oh GAP Sheriff, and GAP Mizz Bondi-AG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY:

I TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100% TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980; AND THAT THIS ROTTEN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE; AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Donna, it will most definitely be all right in the morning lightHOUSE, and in the morning light as well, Mister Wonderful Microsoft Corporation Smartwords!!!!!!!!!!!

When the great United States Copyright Office, put the order of my musical projects together, on their web-page; that number 14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK GODDESS, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!! And in 1969's great summer of love, I was in-between year age numbers 14 and 15, precisely. Clues in the cosmos couldn't get more loud, more visible, more clear, and more in my face, if they literally had picked me up and shaken me until I died of brain fucking ass concussion. There is no denying this Sarah Krassle mess, from the tomb of a risen Jack In Jesus, to the Coral Reefs of great sunny-paradise Florida in 2016!

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

I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother fuckign else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously fuckiGN horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.

Just discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother fucking act up; my kind lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Public Catalog Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)

Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W

Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.

SO WHERE IS PROJECT NUMBER 29, NONSENSICAL AS MY QUESTS FOR TRUTH, UINDER THIS GREAT HUNTINGTON CURSE, ALWAYS PERPETUALLY ARE!

“Okay”, Mister John 'Happy-J' King, and everybody else out here; now you have been warned, LEGALLY, morally, and 'spiritually'. I am going to tell some powerful fucking shit on this cunt lapping goddamn blog, yo, and THAT, IPY peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHERIFF, THIS WAS ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAY FOR ME TODAY, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE B4I AM GONNA' LASH OUTlandish AND LASH OUT, SIR MICRObiology MICROSUCKS HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER, YO!!!!!!!!!!

[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Same Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie fucking Leo from 1985, yo!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a big ass super hyper BOOM!!!!

Global Audience from 12-09-2015, in a Shade Ratio:

Boy oh boy, my people really do get around, and I am happy to see them all doing whatever it is they do. You know life's a real real funny old dog when you sit down to ponder on stuff, peeps. You're doing your thing and Mountainpen sits here in South Central Eastern Florida, USA, wondering what it all could be about, well, not totally wondering perhaps, but the details will elude me of course, and then I must wonder if these same great travelers, read my words from what may sometimes seem to be further out than they'll ever travel, understanding and comprehending it on levels that they indeed are getting it on, but yet, its totally remaining always a bit like the great butterfly song from decades now long gone by, you know; ELUSIVE. Yeah, just a passing thought, but thought that I'd share it my kind folks. Life really is a silly old dog, and again, three cheers for Mister John Jack McCoy, the Phase-4 District Attorney of New York County, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. You go, Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, YO!

Oh well, wonderful kind lads and lassies all over the place, most 'Earthers' will always insist and proclaim, that Mountainpen is just a total crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense, and garbage. Fine, and I'll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe it, and mock and jeer me; despite tons and tons of posted evidence, that all proves that there has to be something to my Morianity story, from 1995 through almost 2016. After all of these powerful things all went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten times over, only someone who would buck and defy odds that stagger the dam imagination, could possibly say that Mountainpen/Morianity, is all a hoax, a lie, and or the product of total quintessential madness and insanity. And yet, alas, just as those same, or some of them, claim to believe is flying ships from beyond our planet, and little alien beings too, and they cleave unto their ideas with clenched fists, ready to take on Washington, DC, or the world; believing some gigantic conspiracy of some powerful group, all know some deep dark truths, and are keeping it from them. Oh well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL treatment, huh Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must be in with the fawces, to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey; that is, should you still be amongst us breathers, here in the land of the living. Am I right, gorgeous J. L. Hewett Ghost-buster? So now I hope to hear from any scientifically minded soul who can show me the most miniscule lab-tested evidence for NOT BELIEVING one thing at least, and that would be, that LIFE IS A SILLY OLD DOG!

I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother fuckign else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously fuckiGN horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.

Just discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother fuckiGN act up; my kind lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HACK-HACK-HACK, MIZZ LOVELY LATTISAW, OR JUST WHAT??????????????????

Public Catalog Copyright Catalog (1978 to present)

Search Request: Left Anchored Name = Mohr, Mark W

Search Results: Displaying 1 through 25 of 28 entries.

SO WHERE IS PROJECT #29, AS I CANNOT ACCESS IT FROM MY COMPUTER?

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, FBI, & ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Turkey Day, YO!!!!!

Thursday, November 26, 2015

And soon, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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About me

Gender	MALE
Industry	Security
Occupation	persecution study statistic
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown??????? Nope-mope-nope-nope, Jimmy Stewart, yo!

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze 'stop' reading this blog right now, great folks!

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My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

YEAH, IT TAKES A REAL(E) HERO TO

ENDLESSLY HURT ONE SPECIAL-ED KID!!!

NOW HERE IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO FOLKS. CLICK BELOW ON THE WORD ''DOW'', IT IS IN blue font, just to the left of a GREEN ARROW POINTING UPWARD.

Now, simply click on the bullet area after the DOW JONES CHART comes up, that will show you a one month chart, it shows this as ''1m''.

 Dow  0.24% Nasdaq  0.80%

Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)

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Labels: AMITTYVILLE FATES, BEING SLOWLY COVERTLY MURDERED, CROOKED SEC, ILLEGAL ACTIVITY, PARALLEL EVENT, UNFAIR BUSINESS PRACTICES, Wall Street

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Lost love.

PAu000344219

1981

Tell the truth about it all; oh great Library Of Congress!

Tell the truth about it all; oh great Library Of Congress!

High school musicals, and James Stoy Leslie Tinsdale, can lookout for me as I blow on down the line; trucker Bob Bad Back Levy 187, and all other fantastic Atlantic County addresses; huh record company giant JOYCE-PAULA-1978?

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No matter how hard I fight TO BREAK THE FUCK OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE ENDLESS HUNTINGTON CURSE, they simply won't cunt chewing let me, and I don't think that this is one bit fair, SENATOR SANDERS, ME' OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote old Fonty (Detective Fontanna) on the greatest law show ever to be televised ON EARTH, yo, “JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE”!!!!!!!!

DEAR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR:

Yes I suffered through major car damage from some AA female about middle to late twenties in age, driving a black Ford Expedition SUV or Truck, causing a thousand bucks of damage to my vehicle, INTENTIONALLY, and getting completely away with it, as well as two straight weeks of persecution and death harassment that was off EVERY FUCKING CUNT SCALE AND DIAL ON THE LAB, Mike also had his car destroyed as well, and now is BACK IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL, because of some “SO-CALLED” medical stupidity, where they were not correctly monitoring his medication, that keeps his blood at the correct thickness and consistency, just as what happened to another close person to me, my MOTHER, who went onto suffer an agonizing slow death and eventually died on the fourth afternoon in March in the year of 2000!!!!!!! Can you imagine, when I run away soon, from this nightmare ass county; just what I will BE TELLING PEOPLE, of my FLORIDIAN WONDERFUL DAMN ASS EXPERIENCES, SIR?

My creditors won't stop harassing me, either and I got more harassing phone fucking calls yesterday, Wednesday. They just won't quit, Senator Sanders, because TRUMP won't allow them to stop persecuting me. He knows that I know too much about HIM, and too much about how to fucking defeat his damn ass casinos, and so does his associate casino thug owners all around this Earth-Planet, Bernie sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If only you can get into that Oval 'damn' Office sir, and throw this maniac monster out of there, AND THEN DIRECTLY INTO JAIL, for all non passers of 'go' Monopoly fans out here!!!!!!! WOW would that be ultimate HEAVEN to see that wicked criminal behind bars for life!!!!

Even great celebrities and powerful politicians cannot seem to accomplish the two things that the Mountainpen in fact has done or can do. One has to do with lovely Mizz Jennifer Washburn and how it wouldn't prove anything, Permission Barriers or NAUT, and the other has to do with pre-employment, at least in the high majority of cases, and this being EDUCATION. Even my own daughter will tell you that nobody else has ever done such a thing, and the real joke here is that I didn't do anything. It just happened all around me back in 1972. A wild magical deal was made with the County of Camden, in Jersey, with their Board of Education, and despite my never attending a real high school anywhere after I went to the HTHS in Westmont, No Joysey for the 7^th and the 8^th grade, I never attended any type of regular schooling system after that. Still a deal was made where I would be given a DIPLOMA from the local area town high school, and for my mailing address at Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, that was the same school that the great illustrious Michael Landon had recently graduated from before his part in that great western show, Bonanza, as “Little Joe”, and moving on from there to numerous other great shows,my all time fave being, and many others as well, “Highway To Heaven”. The school was across from the Knights Park on West Collings Avenue, and was called West Collingswood High School, WCHS! I never went there, yet to this day, I have my diploma from there. There is not a rock star who was ever offered such a deal, and the great show of the nineties that started at the tail end of the 'Beetlejuice' eighties, called, “FULL HOUSE”, has an actress who will TELL ANY OF YOU OUT HERE, that I am speaking only absolute major powerhouse truths here on this blog. I don't mother fucking care who you are out here, from the President to the POPE, to the Queen of England whose cousin-ancestor chopped off my 22^nd granny's head on the axman's block, Sir DRAKE; no one is allowed to get such a deal, SO WHY WAS THIS THING OFFERED UP TO MY MOTHER, FOR ME, IN 1972????? Well, without getting into magical Christmas angels, or not so perfect Bruce Pennock, or great FCC future Chairmen, or magical characters from the SELANA DADA's South Atlantic City Rooming-house CLUB of 1974; let me add just one little tiny morsel bit of additional non-weirdo-flash-lamps here for anyone out here to ponder on, up in AD 2267 or so, and in or out of the mighty non-CHINESE I-CHING World Laboratories; and that would be thisssssssssss:!!!!!!!!!! Both the special-ed school on Hopkins Lane that I actually was attending at the time that this wild deal was struck between my mother and the C.C.B.E. (County Board of Ed), and the Princeton, New Jersey nightmare place that I was forced to go to without any proper cause or reason as I was not court ordered to be punished, or any other litigation or adjudication or legal procedure was ever a part of my suddenly going to that horrible place for my 6^th grade year of school, after James non-Tinsdale Stoy Grammar School wanted me to go there after I attended the 5^th grade there; but both of these places, the Princeton's New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute or (NJNPI), as well as the Cooley Hall's Bancroft School of Haddonfield, vanished suddenly; about ONE YEAR OR SO AFTER MOUNTAINPEN BEGAN TO BLOG OUT TO THE WORLD, and someone somewhere knew that all odds were that I WOULD INDEED BE TELLING MY STORY TO ANYONE WILLING TO READ AND LISTEN THE FUCK TO IT, 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!!!!!!

Also Sheriff KJM kind sir; I am most certainly and definitely NAUT buying into my seemingly suddenly becoming thrust into a world and a society that is so polarized to its very epitome. I speak of political items, yes, but also, I speak of the entire world around me as well. Everything may in fact be political, but not every issue is 'R' and 'D' or at least to the point where it cannot be separated and isolated in some rational way if for nothing other that recognizing that we all are human beings and living on this fragile little world that could be blown to smithereens in a flash should we suddenly be caught in the way of a magnatar that went off in deep space a million years ago. On top of that, my entire family has bipolar issues. I may or may not have told the story to these blogs about my days right shy of the Kennedy assassination, while residing in Philadelphia and attending the City Center Grammar School at 20^th and Chestnut Streets. My mom and her sister who was my Aunt Barbara, were all going to go the Rittenhouse Square Park nearby on the following day and make a real happy day out of it. My Aunt had major psych issues and today would be considered to be diagnosed as extremely bi-polar with numerous side psych features. Anyway she was so happy, and so was I, as I wanted the family happy and together, as what did I know about fucking life as a nine year old rug rat for crissake. We were planning to go there and make a day of it, and I used to enjoy getting the 'lemon-sticks' as they called them, basically a candy-cane sort of thing that had a hollowed out area that was then stuck into a lemon, tasting like lemonade only much better. When my mom and I got to my grandmother's apartment the following day however, and for absolutely no rational rhyme or reason; her other daughter who was my opera-singer Aunt Nutcase Barbara, was underneath the bed, rolling around, and crying and screaming out things like, “The world is against me, everybody hates me”, and all sorts of jazz along those lines, and needless to say, the family excursion over to the park WAS CANCELLED. Please don't get me started, but me' ol' damn ass pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens yo, is that everything seems to have gone absolutely and totally BI-POLAR. It seems that what began to take off after Ron Reagan came to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, has risen to levels of unmeasurable and beyond dangerous bi-polar end-times sociological absurdity, flying down a one-way boulevard at the speed of warp-drive. I do not know what is truly behind all of these things, but I am not buying that this is all just randomly fucking occurring around me and for that matter, around ALL OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So since it is happening, who then is behind this shit? Well, who for that matter is behind what happened to me on August 15, 1986, when I went to bed and woke up the next day INTO SOME UNRECOGNIZALBE BRAND NEW WORLD OF ENDLESSLY CURSED HELLFIRE? Of course there is an answer, and this answer is that the source to what is behind these wild fucking OZ-CURTAINS, comes from the COINS AND COILS of the Astral Plane of existence, AKA the PURGATORY!!!!!!

LIGHTNING HAS COME AROUND TO VISIT WITH HER LITTLE BOY, GOOD OLD RICKI, ASLEEP IN THIS NIGHTMARE HUNTINGTON FAMILY DREAM. I LUV-U-SO VELY MUCH DIANA, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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