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NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
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Yesterday
was a HUUUUUUUUUUGE MAJOR OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE. I TOOK IT
FROM BOTH FRONTS, air as well as ground. Let me explain
this all to you in a little bit better clarity, and then move onto
the really wild somewhat new topic that the BOM has touched on in
recent times, that being, this moving polarized universe and my
interaction within it. YYYYYY do these major attacks COME and then
GO, and then COME and then GO??????? This is how things get every
once in a while, the great double strike of the MILITUFORCE, where I
am naut only struck hard in the air with persecution that usually
also causes me health issues with their mother fucking sky poisons,
but also simultaneously ON THE GROUND as well folks. As I type these
words at 6:09 this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, SHERIFF SIR, they're
striking me with their super fucking annoying (SPACE-BAR “NON
SPACEFORCE MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER” COMPUTER HACK). Allow me please
to go on a bit and REEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY open up a
'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' BLOG, not in volume length, but
rather in quality-content!!!! This just
lays a foundation
AND
NOTHING MORE, NOT FOR TODAY, YO!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-195---LOVELY
O.W.
This
blog will be about the United States COPYRIGHT
OFFICE as well as “THAT FAMILY” as I
called them back in the year of 1970, because in 'wild
washcloth dissected nightmares from DOGTOWN itself', “THEY”
called themselves that, and were able to telepathically
transmit this awareness to this fact, directly to my mind, or
said simpler, as with the beach alchemist and the LAW OF 1, I just
somehow was given this knowledge while with these folks, without a
word ever being spoken nor any type of human vibratory language ever
used. This blog will get into some very mother fucking private parts
to my very private hell, shit that I never thought I'd openly impart
to a single fucking cunt soul on this or ANY BLOG, but after the
previous several days and especially the past two of them, December 4
and 5; and to quote the great awesome TV-Character-Persona from the
great 60's soap show of the macabre, “Dark Shadows”, “YOU LEAVE
ME NO CHOICE”, whoever YOU are that is perpetrating this inhuman
monstrous evil and unfathomable wickedness on an innocent fragile
aging human being who wouldn't deserve this even if I was a mass
murdering Hitler lover, and I AM NAUT!!!!!
When
I moved into the 'farm outside of Haddonfield',
that literally destroyed me and who I had been, a decade earlier back
in Haddonfield's COOLEY HALL, and JUST AS FORETOLD BY ME THEN, NINE
AND A HALF YEARS BEFORE EVER MOVING THERE INTO
APARTMENT #1802; a series of inconceivable circumstances were
set into play. Only by looking back in that marvelous hindsight way,
that mere mortals can do, while never seemingly being able to prophet
ahead of time, by way of using that luxury of seeing the bigger
picture while stuck inside one of the frames (seeing the forest from
the trees if you will, yo); can I fully realize
just what HALLS FUCKING FAWCES have truly accomplished and
DONE TO ME, IN SOME SATANIC PLAN THAT RIVALS THE STAR WARS MOVIES TEN
TIMES MOTHER FUCKING OVER ANY DAY OF THE WEEK AND TWICE ON SUNDAY! Oh
how I used to play that first tape of
the Morianity Bible so goddamn ass
relentlessly during horrendous fucking times of MILITUFORCE
DEATH SIEGE, in my car while traveling to and from security
guard job locations. The billionaire WOMO know
everything I ever do and have me under continual surveillance,
and the prosecutor Wirtz told me and I quote him from a phone
conversation I had with him while renting my home in Gibbsboro, late
in the year 1991, “Mark, they have buddies in the military who will
do things for them when needed, it's all really no big trick what
they covertly do to you”. Still, how I would
make fun of Marcucci and his Abbey Road deal, over and over
while driving, and being under super monster-ass death assaults; and
playing that tape that always made me sing those lyrics and those
silly vocal sounds, and then intentionally mispronouncing certain
words or altering them completely, such as 'kike
bowel' instead of 'right now', or 'blow her meat' rather than 'over
me'. Believe it or naut, if I could naut have done this to
keep me going on those long horrendous mother fucking car rides under
inconceivably horrendous death assaults all over me; I WOULD NAUT
HAVE EVER SURVIVED TO DO THIS INTERNET VERSION OF MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT KNOWN AS MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR THE 3rd
MILLENNIUM! But let us get on with the present blog and
tieing in the monstrous washcloth clan from Dogtown, the U.S. ©
Office, and all the rest of this hellishness that the Mountainpen is
suffering through day and night forever and ever, into a really
powerhouse fucking foundation so that future blog texts can then
continue marching down this wild road and get into some beyond major
fucking shit that will go down in history eventually as the greatest
story ever told amplified by present day connections into it, or said
another way and perhaps a lot better way, Morianity for the third
millennium, and the real story of the Huntington's, their ancestors
Joseph, Mary, and Jesus, and this entire thing without any editing or
Catholic fucking Canons, or any cannons for that matter, loud ass
ones or just “monster-ass” ones, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
in the summer of 1970, as we all know folks, I stayed from the 24th
of June through the 12th of July, on Cornwall Avenue in
Ventnor, New Jersey, the town just to the south of Atlantic City, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, in a home owned by a property rich as he called
himself, real estate investor by the name of Mister Tom Reale, who
sexually molested and abused me and only wanted me as a victim and
NAUT as a plumber's assistant, or to quote the latengrate Sir David
Roth of the middle nineteen-eighties, “The only plumbing that he
was interested in, was MINE” and yes, Sir
Microsoft, Washburn's
was or whatever, it all connects up in way more than just
printed letters, but also in geographical
fucking locations.
Again with the three cheers for that wonderful globally misunderstood
and super fucking highly underrated JRSS (James Redfield's
Synchronicity Syndrome” for crying out loud! And looking back now
at all of this, I wish that I had leaped right over your
never-trumped 'great structure' there on Providence Avenue in South
Atlantic City that day, after you said to me, “What would it prove
if I did this”? JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUIZE for crissake, great Detective
Joe L&O Fontana, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I do
suppose that would have had added some spice to one of his great new
TV shows on the mysterious things that happen on this wovwee
Earth-Pwanet, huh folks? So anywho, let us move on with the subject
and topic of this blog, shall we yo?????????????
THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A
neg. & Eye
color--green-hazel
IS
SAYING THIS TO YOU:
With
no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade
classmates named Deborah T.
LET
US MOVE ON AND CONTINUE TO LAY DOWN OUR FOUNDATION NOW!
Speaking
of the great and non-OZ powerful awesome and quite illustrious, when
naut in bed with, or making deals, with gargantuan musical artists,
such as the BEEGEE
Music Group in 1980;
United States Copyright Office, of the
real and true swamplands of Washburn's WASHINGTON
non Mike Soft District of Columbia, 13-600; and or any connected
secret museums out there somewhere, huh Roy ol' pal; as soon as I had
moved into this 'FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD'
as I telepathically heard those exact words
and then spoke them very prophetically several times, to the
illustrious educator/mathematician named Sir David Leigh Smith of the
COOLEY-HALL; it all went into motion in some cosmic chess game the
size of a fucking galaxy. In no time at all, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL
was all a part in this mix of hellish fragmented jumbled up puzzle
pieces spat directly out of the mouth of the devil itself. Within a
couple of weeks or so, I was GIVEN THIS WILD DREAM where Paula King
or some unknown Atlantic City GODDESS who I have come to call the
(Pink Goddess Scylla Jehovah of Sahasra Dal Kanwal); totalling
blowing the minds of the Eck masters as well as the late Sir Marcucci
on or under all roads or train tunnels of the great Mother England
and its great 'other' QUEEN may I add; I meanreally, we have to keep
James Bond happy or he and the American Milituforce will really let
me fucking have it; but still, along came that wild vivid dreaming
interaction and that UNFATHOMABLE 'LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG (LOIS
FOCA) as I've shortened it into on these BOM (Blogs Of
Mountainpen). And here comes the expected MOUSE-JUMPING HACK (H1),
right on schedule, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes the mother fucking also
quite reliable and dependable other famous hack, the (`~HACK) (H2),
SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
another fucking MOUSE-JUMP-HACK, (H3)
Sheriff sir, all these hacks, three total now,
between 7:03 and 7:05 this cunt chewing morning sir, and you
wonder why I curse and swear so horrendously and often? Well sir,
you try living my intense and hellish life on Dogtown-steroids, for
one month, and hey, let me see how you would begin to perform. I
had many people almost LOSE THEIR MOTHER FUCKING MINDS trying to deal
with my wild and unfathomable shituation or in attempting to
assist me or to prove me wrong, and it led to them almost losing it,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey as my daughter's wild movie from a decade back,
said in that scene with the bugs in the school, or the discussion of
certain very unpleasant things shall we 'just say', “I'm
just saying”!!!!!!!
So
folks, the Copyright Office has played two major parts without even
getting into some future other parts that once this foundation has
been properly laid and addressed, we can further delve deeper into.
The BEEGEE's and their complicit willingness to side with power and
against the small fry nobody music amateur, me. Then the deal where
as soon as I sent that demo, along came
the Atlantic City wild dream with the
LOIS FOCA SONG, and for those who
think that dreams are just nonsensical things that just randomly
occur, well, you just go on being eternally damn stupid as shit,
because YOU ARE MOST
DEFINITELY IN MAJOR ERROR with
that point of view. Three more SPACE BAR HACKS just happened, yo.
Usually I do not even mention all the hacks as they (H4-6)
happen in REALE-TIME, but
today, I'm making a point, and “just saying”! So TEE HEE
HEE, Mizz Lilly Lovely Munster! Here comes the BOX SCREEN HACK now
Sheriff, (H7) where I go to change color
on a word which normally works just fine, but once in a while that
stupid box pops up on my screen with all sorts of complicated fucking
menu option prompts and I just 'X' out of it and go back to using the
normal color box, and here comes another SPACE-BAR-HACK, so you get
the picture Sheriff, of what these diseased fucking monsters love to
endlessly put me through, and this is merely modest harassment
(H8)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So shall we now
continue onward with the FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS that time warps
in-between the 1970 and the 1980 deals, where first
I am in Haddonfield's illustrious Cooley-Hall, and then I am
ACTUALLY IN THAT PREDICTED PLACE THAT I
AM YELLING ABOUT, 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
in Voorhees, New Jersey, that really was a farm
outside of Haddonfield back in 1970 as Robin Hill was not yet
built, and it was A FARM. Psychic visions or abilities are very
fucking misunderstood here on this level of human waking world
conscious awareness. I won't bother to list all the hacks any more,
as we are up to at least number thirteen
or so now, SHERIFF, but you get the point, hopefully
anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
when I would got to sleep while living alone at age fifteen and a
half at Chill-MO Tom Reale's place in Ventnor on non Abbey Road but
rather on Cornwall Avenue, I'd experience continual serial dreams of
being with some very weird and scary fucking cunt peeps, who
telepathically called themselves “THAT FAMILY”. At the very final
nightmare, one of them had shot me with a small handgun and later, I
was taken by them to some crazy place far out in the country
somewhere, where I was placed on some operating table, anesthetized,
and then both of my lungs were removed, and when IO looked at them on
the table, somehow still alive perhaps through a ventilation system
that the medical industry does in fact use, and even used back in
those cave days of 1970, and somehow my lungs
had turned into WASHCLOTHS. I remember this making such an
incredible frightening impression on my very young adolescent mind,
and when my mom and her boyfriend, Sidney Cohen
Crown, had come down to visit me one afternoon, about two days
after the final nightmare, which if memory serves me there were four
of them total; I told my mom about it, and she later told me that she
never saw anything like my eyes while I was telling her the
nightmare, because the pupils were as big as
coffee saucers, to use her exact quotation. The hacking is
mostly SPACE-BAR type and we are up to about twenty two or so now,
Sheriff, in case you're at all interested, yo BRAH! Yes I am now
quite aware of the UFO and UFON, and
PROJECT BLUEBOOK, and the entire
phenomenon's belief, that medical procedures such as my being
medically dissected, and my lungs turned into washcloths; is somehow
all a genetic part of this planetary ongoing topic, but back then,
two things that I do know a lot about, I KNEW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF
WHATSOEVER THEN!!!!!!!!!! One was the UFO and medical research
phenomenon, and the other was the MAFIA'S somewhat friendlier term
and expression that is used for their groupations (groupings) as they
say here on the mortal world and not in Purgatory, you know, “the
family”, or THAT FAMILY, I mean really, what's the big
diff here, yo??????? Now I'm not suggesting anything here, but I am
merely telling what I now do in fact know and truths that now I am
aware of that I had no way of knowing about back then, and to say it
again, “I'm just saying”!!!!!!!!!!!
The fucking hacking, especially the SPACE-BAR-HACKING is really off
the fucking wall here, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I
move soon from this hellhole and into a trailer, I will hook my shit
up all differently so I'll be able to easily get to the back of my
computer and will unplug the internet connection every time I am not
using it, so when I blog, the hackers will not be able to do as much
to me without being fucking cunt connected up to the internet,
SHERIFF KJM, kind sir yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are
zillions of things that I'll soon be getting into that go on with
these three monstrous fuckign things from my past, the KFP invention
that also include stuff Patty HHH had given me, cassette tapes that I
used to make things happen that maybe I shouldn't have and had put
out of me' mind completely AGAIN, as well as the WASHCLOTHS of
Atlantic City FAMILIES, and the wild LOIS FOCA song and all the
connections and dots that perfectly had fitted together ALL ALONG ALL
THE ENTIRE TIME, with me sitting in a home with billions in my attic
and never even understanding a thing while it was all happening in
that world famous fucking shit that we hear tell of upon countless
occasions, “REAL/E TIME”!!!!!!!!!!! Now 'KFP' (Keyboards
From Petahell), was a wild invention that words would
be totally inept to properly describe. Still, this was built because
I wanted to be able to do things that others around me, even in the
great profession of sound recording, were unable to do, making me
therefore in a position where I would stand out head and shoulders
higher than the crowd. I knew from childhood that I was under some
absolutely unexplainable nightmare curse, and that's all I damn knew.
Still I knew it, and thus, I came to the conclusion before even
reaching midway through puberty, that I needed to do special things
just to be recognized at all and keep me out of total obscurity and
invisibility. This is why I seriously debated with myself to admit to
the world that I seemingly have a magical power over motion, and not
in some small way like those famous magicians or psychic, ranging
from Geller to Blaine to Copperfield. I told
Jennifer Washburn that I would literally FLY OVER HER BUILDING IN
ATLANTICV CITY ONE DAY, PHYSICALLY, and
I could have done it. She responded back
tome on that wild day, “Mark, what
would it prove”. Her response was
absurd when you think about it. Still, it was perfectly within all
the norms based on my suffering from a covert and invisible major
horrendous FAMILY CURSE
that Morianity calls
the HUNTINGTON CURSE,
and no, not the one that you hear about should you go online and
GOOGLE UP this thing. It is like what I told you all years
back concerning the word that morianity uses, called 'EXPLORATRON'.
After I began saying my incredible bullshit on the topic for several
months, maybe a full year; poof, somehow someone
or some thing to quote awesome
William Shatner Captain Star Trek Kirk,
went back into time, and magically created this same word, and
then made the GOOGLE-RANKING SO 'BERNIE-HUUUUUUUUUUGE', so that now,
when we GOOGLE
UP the word “EXPLORATRONS”,
we do not get anything whatsoever about what Morianity has told the
world about with this incredible deal. To this day, I still
may go to the beach, or some public place; and
do the unthinkable, with or without any following DEEDEE
birds, or pink non-goddess Salmon-fish, from 1997
and 1998 somewhere, up there in good ol' lovely wonderful
Atlantic City, NO JOYSEY! Yes speaking of two years along that range
in time, I screwed up and reversed the wild spirit-travel experience.
It was in 1996 that I went back to 1968, and told my classmates that
I came from the year 1997, and not the other way around! So maybe the
last are first and the first are last and we all need to endlessly
reverse what our stock brokers insist that we do with our life
savings. Think the shit about it folks, yo! Then comes the square
wave twinallities as well as the twin magazine articles, and also
without ANY GODDESSDAMN MAGAZINE ARTICLES intentionally left out for
any and all security officers to see or said better, NAUT BE ABLE TO
AVOID SEEING when positioned as they were, and without any help from
great marriages, washcloth families or expensive land management
expensive ass TRANSFER STATIONS; but
just powerful inventions like MAGNESONIC'S
KEYBOARDS
FROM
PETAHELL, really,
it is one 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE'-ASS
invention, oh wonderful Senator Sanders, great mighty sir. SO
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE FREAKING WIN the 2020 ELECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS AND BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!
All dots always connect, and all messages and truths, just absolutely
CANNOT HELP BUT BE LAWTRONICALLY WAITING IN
COSMOS, TO BE PLUCKED OUT AND USED. THIS IS INDEED OUR SECOND
GREATEST BIBLICAL PROMISE, KNOCK, SEEK, YOU KNOW. THE FIRST
GREATEST WILL ALWAYS BE THE BLOOD, AND THIS IS
WHY THE MEDICAL INSTITUTE KNEW THE POWER OF VERY YOUTHFUL BLOOD,
ONLY TO SAVE OUR YOUTH AND NAUT OUR SINS, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE. SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TO MISTER GREAT CHESTER-FRANK, YO!!!!!!!!
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Oh
those endlessly 'signaling STEM CELLS, huh dock Corriell?
Nov
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TWANSMISSION, SIR ELMER FWUDD!
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW,
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::::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 65
YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND
THIS ASSAULT ON ME, WITH
THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE, BEGINNING IN
AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS DAY OF 30 NOVEMBER, IN
2019, USING
ENDLESS ROACH INFESTATION
AND MINIDROIDAL INVASIONS, MAJOR HEAVY UTILIY
ATTACKS, MAJOR HEALTH
ATTACKS, MAJOR SKY
ATTACK, AND MAJOR NOISE
AND NABE ASSAULTS, AND
THAT IS ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH
ASSAULT FROM DONALD
TRUMP; 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.
2 many people have 2 much control and power, and 2 many have been scared or paid, or threatened off, as I know how being efen threatened feels. Both 2 days ago and ten years ago, it's no fun, it's hell, and this is why the scumbag Lamists thrive on these tactics of intimidation. Many Lamists are not Earth chaptered, U could B one and not even know that U R.
As 2 anyone dumb enough 2 think for a second, that I am one bit concerned for your crummy city down there in East Jersey by the sea, you R so brutally mistaken, it is pathetic. Mr. M, I am not after your rotten stuck up wife, and you can have my ex coke head, non-super girl friend, ms. Helen Z. She is all yours, she is a sugar daddy, as R most all women.
I do not care about any of U, and plan 2 move far away from all of U sick monstrous twisted people. U can all burn in fiery H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!
About Me
-
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or
have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace,
with awareness
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES,
MORNING
LIGHTS,
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES,
GARY
MITCHELLS,
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
On
my original New Jersey blogs from 2006 through 2009, I talked a lot
about my time in school and my education and all the weird crap
surrounding it. Paul Simon the Recording Artist said it all in his
great 1973 hit song, 'Chrodochrome'.
When either one of us thinks
back on all this high school crap,
to quote his fantastic song lyrics verbatim yo, “It's
a wonder that we can think at all”.
Still, I told many things including how right after I left the COOLEY
HALL,
the entire Philadelphia news media and television crews seemed to
descend on the place,
and were talking to lots of my classmates that were of course still
there, after I had left in the
end of January in 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
last blog opened up a powerful new groupation of ideas and concepts,
as
to maybe why this entire thing all started to act so damn negatively
on me,
immediately
following my departure from the great almighty and illustrious COOLEY
HALL.
Now however, I wish to discuss some shit surrounding what I opened up
and adhered to, in all kinds of round about ways. Also on this blog,
I will discuss a little bit about my also wise 'other non Abbey Road'
teacher, from another local small road in the neighboring area to
the Cooley Hall part of town on Kings Highway, just off of this world
famous road, and only a short walking distance away, as far as where
this man lived, in that illustrious, and very historic town of
HADDONFIELD,
New
Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the great Mister
IMPERSONAL MATHEMATICS MAN,
known for many things, including his mysterious visitation with me,
while I still was back in Mister
Marcucci's class, right around the time that my daughter was born.
Still,
all things always fit together,
and the world of the 'APA' or (mental nuttiness peeps), endlessly
disagrees with this great fact. Still; and thanx to Mizz lovely
Mashell Daniels from RPL, and all of her mixed marriage Hollywood
friends and ex-hubby; “I
am entitled to my opinions”,
with or without some fancy
ass fucking college degree hanging up on me' damn ass wall,
for all the world to see in all of my splendor and braggadocio
behaviors, at least in some
wild hyperspace mechanics of the S-T-M!!!!!!
Yessir
world, math is absolutely impersonal;
says mighty Sir David Leigh Smith, back early
in the year of 1971. No sir peeps, it is
NAUT, not when you apply its powerful built in quantum abilities to
reflect major secrets that exist all throughout our fothermucking
lives. I know this for a total fact as this has been shown as
completely true within my nightmarish life, ever since leaving that
place at the end of fucking January of 1973!
Let
me tell you why mathematics is not impersonal FOR ME. First, I know
that you can use it for determining how to slightly move the laws of
favor and chance in the favor of a user who is
NAUT being negamagged as I call it, intentionally hurt so that
magical and extremely covert forces can endlessly get their way, in
an 'Einsteinian' hyper-secretive 'spooky-force'-controlled invisible
way (ICPE-APE-TECH) misused, abused, and
monstrously handled by wealthy human scum who know nothing of its
true power and magnitude. This can be used in countless ways, and in
1986, I did use this parallel event knowledge to
defeat the casino game of Roulette, consistently for eight months
time, and making me ninety-two hundred fucking bucks of profit
at the one hundred dollar gaming betters level. On the thousand
dollar high roller level, well, you can add the zero here, as I could
have made a tax free 92 grand annually if I had literally NAUT BEEN
STOPPED and prevented from doing this any longer, by the mighty damn
MILITUFORCE, or (HALLS FAWCES)!!!!!
But using this during all of the following decades of nightmares
given me in countless other covert ways by this monster
ass rotten subskummite HALLS FAWCES, I was able to know when
to brace for their assaults on me and when good and bad times were
coming right around the otherwise fucking invisible bends of life.
With my ROACH SHITUATION for
example, I have taken a weekly sightings
average in my apartment, and I am able to know numerous things
concerning this infestation of mini-droids from the fucking cunt
licking MILITUFORCE (M2F). When I am in
periods such as the past month or a little bit more of time, when
these cock sucking things WILL NAUT DIE
no matter how much KILL-SPRAY that I use
against them; numerous things can also be graphed, and certain
patterns will show up in very incredible ways. Mr. Smith told
me at the Cooley Hall, that “math is absolutely IMPERSONAL”. Now
so far, using math has altered my entire life in 1986 with my
roulette playing in the Atlantic City casinos, allowed me to chart my
entire life and how the enemies work against me, chart numerous other
behaviors of many things such as right now in 2019, with this beyond
subhuman standard fucking shit, with these goddessdamn
endless filthy rotten diseased COCK-ROACHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This blog is not here for those details, and I have major plans to
incorporate all of this into soon to follow other blogging texts, so
just STAY-C tuned, lovely BROWN-EYED-SCYLLA
GODDESS GIRL from ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!
I
absolutely know that the Milituforce has taken cock roaches in a
laboratory and has genetically modified them into minidroids that no
longer have a DNA within them that kills them when they interact with
normal pesticides (bug sprays such as RAID). When these types of
roaches are placed ILLEGALLY into my damn apartment when I go on my
local fucking errands; this is when I cannot get rid of them and this
is when I am in my ROACH-RED-SCALE on my graphs. I have four scales,
GREEN, YELLOW, ORANGE, RED. GREEN level is when there are between
5-15 weekly sightings ending at 12:01 AM Monday Morning, and YELLOW
level is between 16-25, ORANGE level is between 26-35, and RED level
is MORE THAN 35 ROACH SIGHTINGS. These charted patterns over my now
452 weeks here in this hell-hole fucking apartment, are also color
averaged in numerous other calculations. Without going into any
fucking boring specifics and pillow inviting mathematical equations,
I'll finish this topic out by saying that I can absolutely prove
mathematically that this is BEING DONE TO ME BY ORGANIZED FAWCES
(MILITUFORCE), and for reasons that totally correspond to other
complicated factors. Speaking of using math to defeat the casino game
of ROULETTE, and my doing just that for eight straight months back in
fucking 1986 and leading to all of this HUNTINGTON CURSE ON STEROIDS
all beginning for me on unfathomable levels beyond any hope of verbal
descriptions yet known to humankind, yo; I had a horrible fucking
nightmare on Thanx-2-Givens DAY, when I woke up in the middle
afternoon a little before sundown, and it was so horrible that I
almost literally fothermucking shit myself. I was in some parallel
world Atlantic City in some hyperdimensional casino and yes folks,
playing ROULETTE, and then I decided to walk over to the next one and
it was Trump's Plaza Hotel And Casino. I began playing at a table and
within a couple of bets, I had one hundred dollars on both of the
green-ZERO's and poof, it came in and paid me thirty-five-hundred
smacks. The dealer gave me my chips and I played one more bet and
almost won, but the ball hopped over to the next slot and one away
from the green area. So I decided to take my winnings and cash out.
But no matter where I went in the entire fucking casino, no one would
allow me to cash in my chips for money. It was a horrible fucking
nightmare. I knew they were all paid or threatened off to rip me off,
and THEY DID and it was extremely oppressive. THE
MILITUFORCE REALLY IS STRIKING ME WITH THEIR FAVE HACK, THE
SPACE-BAR-HACK that keeps stringing words all together and not
allowing my damn ass SPACE BAR to function as it should; kind Sheriff
KJM sir!!!!!
Yesterday
Friday, I had a bad day over at my local bank, trying to understand
why I was not receiving a bank card, and when I am under too much
intense never ending shit from my ENEMY-WOMO-M2F scumbags, it
naturally will effect my otherwise ability to properly function and
read things carefully. I was not meant to get a new card, and I need
to merely use the one I have, and the only change is that funds
deposited against that account and opened up as a secured savings,
are now available for a transfer into my checking account, and this
allows me to have my first unsecured, or REAL CREDIT CARD, ever since
the KING CLAN wiped out my life, and my credit, back
a decade ago, up in fucking NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!! But getting to
the bottom of all of it was a real day clobber. To put it politely, I
am basically about SUPER-BOTBAR every single mother fucking cunt
eating day now, and the past two to three years have been worse for
me, than the past fucking 60
something before that!
GEE, I wonder Y? Could this mathematically
correspond to being in 'TRUMP-WORLD' for that exact amount of time,
like fucking cunt Hyundai Automobiles, and a super ass
DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Maybe I am
really still trying to flick a light-switch on in South Atlantic City
on Stenton Place, at the great rooming-house where I was given
telepathically, the great “LAW OF 1”,
by that wild unfathomable beach alchemist, in the summer time of
1974. The owner's name was after-all, Selena DUHHHDUHHH
(Dada)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE to this; huh
Mister Chester-Frank, yo?!!!!!!! Crissake, me' fiends and
friends out here, brah!
I
don't fucking believe for a single shit eating seck folks, that there
is not some powerhouse transdimensional (EFX) effects behind my
nightmare at the TRUMP PLAZA HOTEL/CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, on
THANKSGIVING DAY
(THANX-2-GIVENS),
and
I will remind my Blogaudian viewership just what all of this is
about, and include why I call THANKSGIVING,
(THANKS-TO-GIVENS). I told you all about how when I was
ten years old or so, and living in that Westmont Apartment, number
125-A, in the Haddon Hills Apartments, in the middle
nineteen-sixties; and how one day while my dad was visiting my mom
and me, during his great excursions with those famous Floridian
Treasure Salvers, Mister Kip Wagner of the Real-8 Corporation, and
Mister Mel Fisher of the Treasure Salvers Corporation; he was in the
bathroom just off of the the bedroom. I was napping, and he was using
his electric shaver. Suddenly my DREAMS were
all about some wild sound, and the sound was coming from this
world, and this was my dad's shaver. Still, complicated shit can be
done by the usage of sound in laboratory-controlled transdimensional
experimentation, and by using the sonic
disturbance concept, just as what happened to me on that day.
But that particular thing is not what is at issue for right now, so
let me move along here. I have given a name to another syndrome,
based on nothing whatsoever made up by Mountainpen and his
inconceivably weird Morianity. This is all powerful BIBLICAL stuff. I
have labeled this, the Biblical Dreaming
Prophet Coding
SYNDROME, or the BDPC-SYNDROME for a
shortened fucking abbreviation, yo! Using the many countless parts
and pieces of this transdimensional effects concept of hyperspace,
otherwise known as and ALSO (A) KNOWN (K) AS (A), TSE
(TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT) of transdimensionalization, or simpler said,
how the waking world and all of our dream worlds really do
interconnect on some totally as of yet unknown fifth dimensional
fabric of the Space-Time-Mind (STM) SYSTEM of the COSMOS, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!! So the question is, just what
is TRUMP and his dirtbag gang form the ASTRAL-PLANE'S BRIGGBASE, the
(Lambrigger Cult) as they're known as there in the great fucking
PURGATORY; planning for me in this here and now present waking world
of physicality for me to suffer through, in some financially fucking
connected way? Thisssssssssssssss, lovely Erica Snakes Kane,
of 'All My Kids'; is why I was so concerned
about not receiving something that I thought I was going to get from
my bank. Unlike the rest of you fortunate blessed souls out
here, I live inside of all five fucking cunt dimensions, and I know
it is all very real, and so I SIMPLY HAVE TO
FUCKING WORRY ALL THE TIME ABOUT MANY THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Without
getting Walt Disney, Michael Crichton and the rest of the great
Disney writers too wet or too excited here, yo; I can AGAIN formulate
this entire 5th dimensional mess into the following damn
equation, BDPC=TSE+HSM. Think about it,
YO, BRO!!!! And yes Sir great Mike Soft, BROADCASTED is quite
appropriate here, since that is what the DISNEY PEEPS DO, so
WEEEEEEEE, and WHAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA; oh wonderful NON-MORBID
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
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the great musical project of 2013, catalog number 29:
THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE
MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT
UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! DUHHHH. THAT IS WHY I
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Oh
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT world; this rotten fothermucking MILITUFORCE is
killing me. So I'll simply damn say, good
moanin' to the universe. Here are the stats for this 26th
day of good-ol' wovwee November. Gee whiz, I was in Atlantic City
last night in 5th
dimensional hyperspace, and for the first time in many decades,
talking to a transdimensional Ziggy, who was not crippled there from
polio, who loved jogging, and no longer sat on cardboard pieces on
the beach, but rather, on a very nice expensive looking beach towel,
right due east of the good old Ripley's Believe It Or NAUT place on
the boardwalk just several yards to the south of the great famous
Central Pier. As for Delmo Cifaloglio; we can see a whole lot of
powerful connections through and via the wonderful Lawtronically
controlled, managed, and operated, and Morianity-Labeled JRSS (James
Redfield Synchronicity syndrome). You know, BE REAL here Bob Schleigh
from the great MAFCO place in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, come on
yo. DELMO
My
dance DEMO tunes, the state of Delaware who originally my vocalist
was supposed to come over to the Maxfield Sound Studio in the spring
of 1980 from before being SUDDENLY
MYSTERIOUSLY CAUGHT WITH ILLEGAL DRUGS
and totally BUSTED!!!!!
I'm quite sure a lot more things will jump out at me as I go on
examining this newest and vely vely powerful non-McDowell-JRSS deal!
Week
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-22-19
Week
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-03-19
THIS
IS STILL OUT IN THE PHOTON PROJECTION OF THE INFINITE NOW; ME' KIND
WONDERFUL LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!!!!!!!
TO
MY WONDERFUL BLOGAUDIANS:
I
want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your interest
in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right, but it is
kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts in a futile
attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening around me, is
not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and illness. I
openly admit to mental illness running in my family. Many diseases do
in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart problems, and others. But,
and all butters and cheeses and parallel world joking aside here; I
will never go too far to where any possible innocent person or
persons would be irreparably hurt by my blogs, especially if they
continue to grow in size and readership. I AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH,
and unfortunately, many times, the truth is anything by painless.
Still, even if I do end up going all the way to the 8th
RED STAR in the Secrets
Thermometer Scale
(STS) kind people; I will NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out
anybody's name or reputation. Believe this however, please: If I ever
really told ALL OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication that I
would deserve to have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY PEOPLE
ENOUGH AGONY to where I feel that I would truly have to answer for my
deeds, in this life possibly, and in eternity, most definitely!
Thank
you for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interest Blogaudian,
whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit my cursing as
time goes on, and now that I am being taken seriously enough so that
my numbers are not some third grade school kid's blog; I will even
try that much harder to arrange things better, and not be, as the
great Terry Scatterbrain Egg Harbor resident would accuse me of
being, “All over the place and scatter-brained”! But as you all
know by now, or you will as you read still onward, this is a blog
that is NAUT about current events unless they totally tie into my
problems, nor is this a blog that can be started on day one and go
perfectly in some book-organized and professionally done,
chronological order. Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if
you all try and stay with me. I have said this all along and feel the
need for reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a single
soul one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this ongoing
conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without cause,
without mercy, without justice!
About Me
- mark wayne mohr
- 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.
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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TRANSMISSION.
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YOU TELL'M BROTHER, YOU FREGGIN' TELL'M, YO! I did, and now it is Halloween of 2019, like it matters.