Wednesday, February 26, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 20













THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,



CHAPTER 20



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9:53 ANTE' MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY MORNING

26 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG











The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

















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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2020









CURRENT PHASE IS:







WAXING CRESCENT 3:7









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Every mother fucking day is TOTAL HELL. Weirdness surrounds me everywhere. Mold is growing in places where no water leaks or dampness is anywhere around. The nut-job next to me has been acting up again, last night with loud TV, and this morning with hammering; just like whoever was in that place before he came. The computer and the TV in my apartment is also acting completely fucking crazy. The dude at me' old fucking job from 1979-1981, RPL Sound Labs in Camden, NJUSAESMWG said it best I suppose, “Dude, you're haunted”. Well, speaking of being mother fuckign damn haunted, the asshole dirtbag network that comes on my Fort Pierce Cable Channel Line-up on number 23, took that great show off the air again this fucking week, “Ghost Whisperer”, leaving only their usual garbage that I do not watch, so screw them. This entire mother fucking world can GO STRAIGHT TO GODDESSDAMN DOGTOWN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, SIR FONTY, and any coworkers of his until they get themselves killed off perhaps in that magical land that I refer to as “Hollywood-Hyperspace”! So tell lovely Sharon to quit shoving so much damn coke up her nose, DRIVER JOHNNY!!!!!!!! I believe Sir Chester-Frank would now say, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!









Folks; I will be designing a new computer application eventually, so that anyone can input most recent items, and the program will mathematically recreate and alter the normal ratio of odds of things to be predicted and happen, by a minimum of a ten percent advantage. Now in casino roulette for example, let us say we begin at any place and any time, and we jot down the numbers that pop up at any roulette table that we go to. No other numbers count, even those happening at other tables close by to where our table may be. In cards, you cannot write anything down because this is the same reason that card counters can alter their odds in their favor consistently a small bit, and this is of course known in the gaming world as CARD COUNTING. With roulette, the difference is unlike the gaming shoe in a blackjack system, every spin of the wheel is independent of all spins happening before it, and every spin gives a precise 1:38 chance for the outcome to be any of the 38 numbers on the wheel. Even if the casinos did alter this, what would stop players from having a tiny micro-digital wristwatch that works just like in the old days when we had tiny little micro-cassette tape recorders that would fit into a small pocket and had tiny condenser built in mics, and then simply and innocently repeat a number out loud into their watch, quite inconspicuously? The point is that playing one-long-game in roulette, and using a proper mathematical formula for endlessly cataloging a players own personal number outcomes; will indeed alter these otherwise 1:38 chances for any number to randomly come out for you. Why? Because you are not truly changing the reality of the odds being 1:38 for any outcome each and every spin of the wheel. But you are altering the quantum reality of interactive-personal-hot-numbers in shorter run plays, that are always built into anything all the time, no matter if we are playing a game of roulette, or counting various color automobiles that are passing us by on a random group of streets. You may on the face of this think that we can alter the reality of things, but in larger quantum truth; all players go to many wheels all the time, and it all circulates, just as if no player ever existed, and these wheels just were spun by dealers with no customers ever entering the casinos. These exact same principles in quantum truth is exactly WHY on subatomic levels where truths are actually constructed and engineered, each individual's focused attention on any item, actually DOES alter an outcome, and actually is also WHY space-time or its quantum fabric so to speak, truly is not simply that, but rather is what I have called in my Enlightened Morianity, “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. To quote Sir Dennis Snyder here folks, and yes Microsoft Corporation as well, “FOLKSINGERS” too, “And that's just reality son”!!! So all a player needs to do is simply record the new data, go home and use the app that will take the new data and the old data, and spit out the most hot numbers in shorter-run-play that are in a magnetic percentage for the player, and then remember four or five numbers that will be played on the following game, while not forgetting of course to always record the new data (numbers that come out on the game that they are playing currently). The mathematical program in the app will do the actual work, and a player can look at it as doing their HOMEWORK after returning from a gaming house, only the computer is doing the work, and simply tells you your next numbers to play, similarly as a Chinese fortune cookie tells us what lottery numbers we should buy, only that idea next to a purely quantum-mathematical system is not even apples and toothpicks in a comparison for producing consistent and long term results of profiting as a professional roulette playing 'gambler'. I place the word in italics because it is not gambling when we have the HOT NUMBERS that apply to our own personal quantum reality each and every time we go to play at a casino somewhere, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! I plan to do this and do the 2020 Census thing because my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES just refuse to ever stop persecuting me to mother fucking death; SHERIFF MASCARA, OH KIND AWESOME SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















As for actually using the technology of creating what Morianity has referenced in many blogs over the past year or so now, to cause real events in out localized short-term STM to alter in favor of our will; since quite obviously several players using the ONE-LONG-GAME System of Roulette, could indeed alter what would otherwise happen at any roulette wheel, if they organized their efforts together at any one time and wheel; that is most definitely a separate topic of conversion here; me' great folksingers and folks out here. This is when peeps such as the mighty non-Joe Young or Sir Ray Young, from 1988 of the Chinese Water-Cooler Company, got all hot and wet about taking over the world in about ten moves, to quote him, regarding the potential of using such mind bending operations, especially for those with great wealth and power, and so my question is posed right here and now to the world: Who is to say that these technologies are not known of and used, told to these 'billionaire/world owner' peeps by the same out of this world 'alien entities' such as Mizz Lightning Bathtub, or any other Mike MCNY-HA-HA-HA, AHA's of the world? Shit like fucking parallel event technology and using the short term quanta reality of applying one long anything in group effort functions; I mean just who is to say that this is not all a part of the secrets of the WORLD OWNER/CONTROLLER PEEPS all along, and then when a totally uninvited little fucking scumbag like Mountainpen just seemed to stumble onto their secrets of the Bohemian Grove Society or 'WHATEVER' to quote me' ol' Westmont, New Jersey country-vocalist turned Federal Congressman from 1975-1980; this indeed could have caused all of me' problems with this horrendous and monstrous mother fucking MILITUFORCE. Who can know such things for crying out fucking loud, Surfer Fonty? I mean yo yo yo, JEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE for Sahasra Dal Kanwal's sake, me' BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















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11:52 POST MERIDIAN

THURSDAY NIGHT

6 JUNE, 2019

Looking back now on many things with so much horrible fucking shit that I endure living here in this public housing nightmare building from total DOGTOWN, I know that I made a huge error in not moving from this monster ass putrid place years ago!!!!!!!!! Oh well, Sheriff KJM and Ann King Annihilating Silva and Microsoft Spellchecker, and daughter DAWN-MARIE, Ann's daughter, not mine, PRAISE BE TO THE FUCKING ASTRAL PLANE GODS!!!!!!!!! Many wild things are in the wind all around me, but things started to take a shape all their own on Sarah Jacobson Cooley Hall HH Watergate Day, shortly after I decided to redo an old 1983 song called, Girl, I'll Tell You Anything, and make a few changes to it, very minor ones, Mister American Express Goldsmith Mountainpen Miners, and yes again, “OH WELL”. Well, minus two proverbial rivers, let me discuss some really heavy fucking shit, lads and lassies and great awesome lab-techs and lab-dogs, and I guess lap dogs too. First off, the death angel is passing by me major, again now as I speak at a minute shy of fucking midnight, and all day for days and days, right now on my left side. I've had some real Obama-”Whopper-Doozies” recently, and all on my right side, like Wonderful Oprah Winfrey or abbreviated into WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! But let us forget about owning the land, or owning television networks, or carrying out threats made from more than a decade earlier, or songs from any 1983 musical projects, while residing at Atco, NJUSAESMWG, in rental homes owned by real estate investor Sir Jerry Pliner, owner of the L&S Nursing Home on Jackson Road; and simply start to concentrate on more urgent fucking ass matters for crying out loud, if we don't get shot to death that is before the year of me' birth, or have girls all cut up in our bathrooms while other strange witches try and frame us for the murder. We can always get back to great Hollywood peeps such as Maverick Tricycle Riders in Levittown homes later to become great Jim Rockford files with lots of loose teeth, as well as lovely BIG-O. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUIZE for crying out loud! Right now, let me tell a little bit more shit about COOLEY HALL, SARAH JACOBSON, DAN MACKEY, BOB MCDOWELL, and GREAT LOBBY AREA CHRISTMAS TREES, WILD DREAMS, AND FANTASTIC ANGELS WHO SING WITH A VOICE SO LOVELY THAT WE ALL PRACTICALLY LOSE OUR SANITY UPON HEARING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most peeps who are goddamn reading these things have read major shit from back in the first quarter and maybe up to the first half of the fourteen plus years of this blog, concerning these matters. I will not be reiterating already told junk, so anyone not familiar can perhaps download some type of a word-find APP and then find these topics on earlier Morianity, and read for themselves all about thissssssss incredible dogshit on rye bread. I am absolutely convinced that PATTY HOLLISTER was in with that wild mystical mail order school that had cassette tape educational learning, and tghat she absolutely planned it so that my mom would take the information from either her desk or a trash can they both shared at that shipping company office that back then in 1972 was located at the 3-Penn Center plaza on Market Street, in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, just a block to the west of the world famous Philadelphia City Hall, and the Billy Penn Tower. Onlt this greatr knowledge would allow Merry to use so many of these tricks on me throughout the years, and the entire world knows that there has always been some weird type of magic between them, throughout Merry's entire growing up life. Last night's great Project Bluebook TV episode on the Cable-History-Channel was super awesome, with that ESS-implant that is caused by other names on the great “Ghost Whisperer” show, where the dude who helped the project last past the commission trial days, suddenly became indwell'd by the 'alien'. Only a fool refuses to believe that SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN in this world from time to time, totally unexplainable of course, and unless we use Morianity's Exploratronic Supermind Society and HYPERSPACE-DREAMING as the explanation, we are forever lost. But how does anyone ever become a TYPE-3-EXP? Well, I know of only one way, lovely Patty, and that is your wonderful and awesome FASCITAR for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!! These mother fucking doors are beyond annoying, and every time I try getting into heavy shit with most topics in Morianity, the biggest one being that GREAT MAGICAL COOLEY HALL SCHOOL, POP, all of DOGTOWN always dependably breaks loose around me, does it naut?????? SO YARRRRR!!! But as stated on many of me' blog-writings of MORIANITY, there are several items of major consequence that have acted as incredible triggers for me, and causing me to then experience life altering bullshit directly following these. A couple of days back was June the fourth, or CHOKE DAY, where 1983 on that date was worse for me than anything than ever happened in Normandy, France, ESMWG. I say this because most people have been afforded the great luxury of relating to a whole different set of facts than I have been, namely that death is the absolutely worst thing that mortal man can ever experience. So I am not in any way belittling D-DAY, but what happened to me on June 4, 1983 makes D-DAY look like a roach invasion next to a tank invasion. I am sorry, but that's just the way it is or to quote the mighty CIA-AGENT from the late sixties, impersonating a Campbell's Soup Employee in Camden, New Jersey, DPA, “It's just that simple”, yo! But a really powerful deal happened a few years before this, although it most definitely is all fucking completely tied together in some deep dyed plot from the quintessential depths of DOGTOWN, and that is the farm outside of Haddonfield that was prophesied by me a decade earlier, where my total destruction would take place and sure enough, IT MOST DEFINITELY DID take place! This farm outside of Haddonfield, was indeed a farm in those days that I made that prophesy to my educator at the illustrious COOLEY HALL, Mister DLS (David Leigh Smith). BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT, it became the incredible ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, OF VOORHEES, NEW JERSEY, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, (Voorhees, NJDPAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!! Wonderful Oprah Winfrey times about 20! Yes folks, my goddamn nightmare life from ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS and Debbie Blondie Harry's gal-pal and NABE BELOW ME in UNIT # 1801, while I was residing at Unit #1802, really got me, got me, got me, HUH, ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR, ME KIND SIR? So allow and 'permit me', Mister Heinz 175 Gozzwald Gottwald Camera-Man, to further illustrate some shit here, for my wonderful BLOGAUDIANS, yo yo yo yo yo yo, and WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!















































































JULY 23, 2015

THURSDAY MORNING, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MW-GAL

THE TIME IS 6:00 A.M.

THE TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 80 DEGREES.

WIND IS WSW AT 0, WITH A TINY GUST TO 4.

YESTERDAY, MY TOWN HIT 94 DEGREES, BUT IT COOLED OFF AND GOT STORMY.

LIGHTNING CAME AROUND AND WAS SO LOVELY.





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Everything happens near the old Glassboro State College, huh Mister 500 million secret dollar Inductotherm? Guess ten grand bets look perdy dern lame next to figures like that, sort of like comparing fat ass zit face ugly Moly-Ann with top fashion model NYNY! SHEEEEEEEEEEIT.















    Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi










COULD I GOD DAM USE YOUR HELP, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI; UNLESS THE BILLIONATRIES ARE ORDERING YOU NOT TO OF COURSE, HUH C-SPAN?













SO JUST WHERE IS MY PROJECT NUMBER 29, OH MARVELOUS GREAT POWERFUL COPYRIGHT OFFICE EXAMINERS, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL LOVELY BONDI????????? And why did the Crime Stoppers cleaning lady have to steal my copyright form that day when she robbed my apartment. Sheriff Mascara, sir??????? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!



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YES, SHE PAID A PRICE FOR HER THEFT AND IS NO LONGER WITH US. I WIONDER HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE FOR OTHERS TO BE STRUCK DOWNBY LOVELY MAGGIE, THOSE NAUT MAGICALLY PROTECTED WITH BRIGGBASE ASTRALPOWER THAT IS, BREAKING THE GREAT LINCOLN P-5-CURSE OF THE PERMISSION BARRIER, SO FAR ANIWHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These are simple facts and nothing more, so don't send over the SS, yo. I do everything all totally LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY, yo!








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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,



CHAPTER 19



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11:05 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

25 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG











The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

















MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3











































MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:



TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 2020









CURRENT PHASE IS:







WAXING CRESCENT 2:7









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I am inches away from a BOTBAR DAY today, following THE SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY OF YESTERDAY, Monday, 14 February. Yessir great people; the MILITUFORCE is going to relentlessly mother fucking pour this on until I am in my cunt chewing grave, unless I can find a way to defeat this beyond total ass evil and its absolute source on the ASTRAL PLANE, the mighty mother fucking turd chewing BRIGGBASE, and its leader, Earthly known in this time period on the planet here, as President Donald John Trump HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







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Hey so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!

I AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I AM JUDGMENT PROOF KATY, Admiral, and Portfolio Recovery Debt Collection Service!!!!!





AUGUST 6, 2014,

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!









Now here in 2020, we are anything but hot. In fact, we will have a nice cool spell coming down here from the north, that should last until next week, bringing Treasure Coast temperatures almost two dozen degrees Fahrenheit below their averages for this area and time of the year, HA-HA-HA-HA, so winter is naut gone yet, Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!









Fire alarms, doors across from me in 608, and another day of MAJOR SKY-FILLED FUCKING HEALTH RUINING CHEMTRAILS, are all over me' building and area, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior. Yessir, to quote you from 1990, “They're in my area today”, the military that is, with their Donald Trump ORDERED and 'buddied-up', PARALLEL EVENT ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY striking me hard and cruel!!!!! YESSIR SHERIFF MASCARA, thanx for nothing for all the help I am getting from you with this horrendous problem. As I speak sir at twenty-one minutes past eleven this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I was just damn struck with that BLACK-HAT-HACKERS FAVE FUCKING HACK, THE (WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











MY BLOOD AND MY DEATH WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS, oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!! oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!! oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!! oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!! oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

































COUNTERSTRIKE OF 11:30 A.M., ON 25 FEBRUARY, 2020:













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 DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS CURRENT DAY OF 25 FEBRUARY OF 2020, WITH Another MAJOR SKY AND HEALTH SIEGE WITH POISONOUS JET VAPOR TRAILS (CHEMTRAILS), VARIOUS ANNOYING NOISE SIEGES, ILLEGAL MILITUFORCE FINANCIAL OPPRESSION SIEGES ON ME, COMPUTER HACKS AND ANNOYING ENEMY INTERFERENCES, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; 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.







































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































































































































































WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”



OH SIR CHESTER-FRANK, SIR!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

'YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,

MY VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,



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Yessir Sheriff; I will be telling the 2020 Census all about what was done to me underneath Atlantic City's CENTRAL PIER on the 5th damn day in July, and let the damn chips fall wherever they do, all over their numerous roulette tables in town, and perhaps some city parking lots back nearly thirty-eight years ago as well. They just won't stop harassing and endlessly persecuting poor little mother fuckign me, so fine, and fine', Sir Tom Glenn lead-sheet writer-copier. I NEVER EVER FORGET ANYTHING, unless the Exploratronic Supermind Society goes back into the photon-memories, and cause things simply to either NAUT be there, or alter what was there before, with their world and perhaps even intergalactic spirit-dream-travel, huh Gene Roddenberry TRAVELER LATENGRATE? DOORS, DOORS, DOORS, & here we go again; or as I said in one of me' music projects quite a while ago; “HERE WE GOOOOOOOO”! Long story short, why not let the officials and DNA experts sort it all out? In any case, the M2F doesn't want for this to all come rushing over Niagara's great waterfalls, and IT WILL, IPYT, so why not make them as upset as they have been and always are, MAKING ME ALL THE MOTHER FUCKIGN GODDAMN TIME, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEE?

















SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane sir, just what is this all about on Tennessee Avenue, with that lovely magical teenager SARAH, in the year of 1969?



Just what really is behind three magical statements that SHE made on this wild and surreal street in this globally famous resort vacation city, AKA America's Playground, East Coast's SIN CITY, or just plain ol' Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG?





Your friends are in the shop”. (1)



I'm darker than you are”. (2)



Let's play a game called Guess the Name of the Guests” (3)









Well, first off, two of these three things said by HER, were said right here in the waking world reality of the so-called “here and now” of everything. But one of them was said by HER from a parallel reality, or what Morianity refers to as “inside of a dreaming experience”, a (hyperspace-interaction). I fully believe this GIRL is truly, PINK GODDESS, the energy that surrounds our entire galaxy, that caused life to spring forth in it from the Purgatory in an organized and programmed way, and is totally behind, and in full charge over, all of the resulting items that are all comprised from HER creation. When I was a boy, I was just as poor as I am now in adult life, and was lucky if I even had a mother fucking television. I never ever had color television. That was simply way out of me' league while growing up, financially. HERE COMES THAT OTHER FAVE BLACK HAT HACKER HAT, THE (SPACE-BAR-HACK), causing words to all string together, and the usual space bar to not work as it should, similarly to the SHIFT smaller bar that if hacked, causes me to appear stupid and uneducated, with many non capitalized words that should have been capped and were capped, or so I thought, until the hackers fucked up me' blog work. I simply do not have enough time or energy to check every single word that I write, and you cannot always depend on the Mike Soft Spellchecker Program to work either, as many things interferer there as well, such as many words are legitimate words only they are not what the blogger wanted to use, and on and on I can go with their silly stupid tricks and nonsensical dogshit that they endlessly do to me as well as other bloggers I have been told. Hackers most fave thing to hack on peeps computers are their mother fucking WORD and OFFICE Programs. This was told to me by the dude that I used to refer to as the NEW GROUP LEADER or AD6, and also, Sir Ed Himacane Lynch confirmed that as well, telling me that this was indeed so, way back in 2007, when I would use his laptop computer to do me' blogs. Let's get back to why I call PINK GODDESS by this name, and how TV, my being endlessly kept down and poor and financially oppressed by powerful entities with absolute agendas, and the King of Syfy, Sir Gene Latengrate Roddenberry all fit into the story, yo!!!!!!!! Here comes another mother fucking (WORD-DISAPPEARING-FUCKING-HACK), SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND VIOLATION OF ME' CIVIL RIGHTS, HUMAN RIGHTS, CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, AND IT IS CRIMINAL FUCKING ELDER ABUSE ON A CITIZEN OF THIS LAND THAT IS OVER 65 YEARS OF FUCKING AGE, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!! So getting back to this, there was an old and original STAR TREK TV SHOW that was called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, back in the middle late part of 1966, thirty years before I was watching both my TV set as well as occasionally, me' venetian blinds, and having my weird thoughts of SARAH KESSEL, over and over, and without any troubles, tribbles, or high frequency hi-fi sounds involved in the mix. On this episode with Gary Mitchell, the great PINK GODDESS went into him and he then became a GOD himself over a short span of time, and almost wiped out the Starship Enterprise, that is if naut for the quick thinking of Captain Kirk and of course that awesome very endlessly logical Vulcan, Mister Spock! By the way,talent like this exists in extremely rare circumstances any more. There are a few great talents out there, one being Dick WOOOOOOOOOOLF of course. Still, it is vely vely rare, huh old pal Bob McDowell from Cooley Hall, who went onto do many things, become a man as Dan Mackey predicted, fulfill many father-daughter prophecies of his old buddies, and even become the Chairman of the great Federal Communications Commission. But me' pernt here Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens with all of Thisssssssss, is as follows: When the great Starship made its way to the so-called galactic barrier where PINK GODDESS surrounds HERSELF, watching over all of HER great marvelous creation; SHE of course was colored PINK in the TV-show, but I being too mother fucking poverty stricken to know that as a boy and a great STAR TREK FAN, was unable to be privy to that part of the reality behind all of this. In fact, it was naut until I lived right here in Florida and bought an old 'STAR TREK' VHS VIDEOTAPE from the local Fort Pierce Goodwill Store, that I was able to view this great show IN COLOR, for the first time, and then come to fucking cunt totally realize THESE BEYOND POWERFUL AND AWESOME TRUTHS. I often wonder why I didn't realize many things earlier in fact, since my daughter's favorite color in fact, IS HANDS DOWN, WITHOUT ANY DOUBT FROM MISS 601 CHILLIE OR LENNY ANDREA BLAIR MCKINNON, “PINK”!!! “Oh I'm the great Stacey (NEECY), I'm in my great city”. WHICH ONE???????? I will never forget that wild experience just days after the great PROJECT BLUEBOOK was canceled, or supposedly canceled (taken underground) in real truth of course; when I was given that powerful unforgettable DREAM, where SHE took my chain and said that SHE needed it for HER GREAT CITY. I'll promise anyone out here one incredible thing. If this had all happened to anyone of you, and you then somehow miraculously had managed to remain somewhat sane; you would be the last person to read these things here and then laugh at me! I'll bet you all thirty billion bucks on that, double or nothing, ANY TIME! Something about lots of beautiful colored brilliant lights, both in the human realm such as NYNY or even Atlantic City, and then the Astrally-Connected Capitol City of the Capitol Province, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL; I mean really, please cut me a break here Mizz lovely 1985 Margie Leo from 113 Caldor Store! TANKS. BOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do any of you know what the great ECKANKAR realized locale of Purgatory is named in true English conversion to speak-language here on this Physical Plane of life? City is always in the middle on the Astral plane should an odd number of words be in the full name of it such as Sahasra (1) Dal (2) Kanwal (3). DAL in Province Olympia of the ASTRAL PLANE, is the same as CITY or INTERACTIVE GATHERING IN LARGE NUMERATION. SAHASRA in Province Olympia means SARAH or really it means LORDESS, LORD, and ESS is the feminine conversion to the AH, as in SARAH. KANWAL in Province Olympia means KRASSLE, and KRASSLE is the Astral Plane definition of Omnipotent and absolute quintessential total, in all provinces. As I typed this, more hacking with that stupid dialogue box popping up when all I did was hit my button to make the color go from black to red as I always do, and it should naut have happened, BUT IT DID!!!!!!!! But then, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So how can I put this powerful truth together when all I ever saw on my TV-set back when I would see that great STAR TREK episode throughout me' boyhood years, in the limited BLACK AND WHITE ONLY version? When you seriously begin to entertain many such thoughts, we realize without having to be anywhere near a fucking cunt Einsteinian genius, that my being kept extremely down and poor throughout me' entire life, is also to keep me from being able to realize MANY SUCH AWESOME THINGS. The possibilities, to quote Elizabeth Montgomery, on her fabulous Bewitched TV SHOW, are “ENDLESS”, just as she told her hubby, Mister Darren Stevens, when he said to her, “What could your mother do to me”, you know, Endura the lovely red headed powerful witch, was who Darren was referring to. Funny is it naut, Mizz Blake, just how endlessly the great cosmic dots insist on making their wild and surreal connections to every whittle damn ass thing, yo??????

SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes Mike Soft and lovely Mizz Kitchen Patrol of Abseacon back in 1997, it also can indeed be quite damn WEEDEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













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I am inches away from a BOTBAR DAY today, following Sunday's 'NON-BOT', and I used to call these type of fucking days, “BOTBUR”, meaning BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. How Dave Roth and I had some bellowing loud ass laughs back in the late nineteen-eighties, and throughout the nineteen-nineties as well; over those terms of BOTBAR and also BOTBUR. It was about as funny of course as Ziggy's trip and fall at his Central Pier Jetty in Atlantic City, the Long Island scary staircase where the family had their GREAT CHASES in the early nineteen-seventies, and my nearly 34 year interactive experience of quintessential negative activity with the MILITUFORCE, all rapped up into one HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fat ass incredible nightmare on super ass steroids, for crying out mother fucking loud!









So far, I've had weird shit on the computer as soon as I opened up the OPEN-OFFICE 3-1 program, with a weird uninvited file suddenly just appearing out of nowhere, an inability to reach a medical office and when I drove over to the place to discuss something with them, they told me that their phones are just fine and all the patients are calling through without any problems whatsoever, and no luck at my local bank on getting a financial decision on something that I was told would absolutely be available on this Monday, and now will take another one to two weeks. Also, another letter and bill from the crooked Trump-Connected Portfolio Recovery Debt Collection Agency was in me' mailbox, on a debt that is now ten years and two months old, and is ILLEGAL TO ATTEMPT TO COLLECT by any laws that I am familiar with. I forgot to mention also, that on that day that I was at the Walmart of Fort Pierce last week, I also went to the blood lab in town, Quest, and some patient just as I arrived, passed out before anything was even done to them, and this held shit up for an hour, and I had to endure a super long wait there for some simple damn ass blood work that normally takes at most, a quarter hour in and out. Here comes some heavy damn (SPACE-BAR-HACKING) on top of all these other damn things; oh kind awesome, benevolent, and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!







Tony Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said in 1973, to tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home; Misses Marola, and Misses Marcucci????????????????????????


















The harassing and health wrecking mother fucking CHEMTRAILS are very bad here in town today, as well, SHERIFF SIR, so look up and see what I must suffer through, and endlessly endure, on top of all of their ever-unrelenting GROUND ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSE, PERPETRATED ON ME CONTINUALLY AND ENDLESSLY, SIR; YO YO 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 have been coughing and wheezing WITH THESE POISONS ALL AROUND ME ALL 'DAMN' DAY TODAY, SENATOR SIR. Uncle Billy on that great old movie, “It's A Wonderful Life” said it all, with his great line of “Boy oh boy oh boy Georgie”!!!!!!!!!! What I don't have to mother fucking eternally suffer through, great Blogaudians, AKA Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Labbers (Lab-Technicians)!











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Yessir Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA of Camden County New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties; “THEY HAVE BUDDIES”, not just in the military, but in banking and financial circles that stretch way out past Wall Street and Manhattan in general, but with tentacles that go for thousands of miles, yo BRRRR!!!!!!!! Some 'DAMN' things we never forget BRAH, and that for me is absolutely one of them. I first met this dude the day after me' birthday while living at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments. His sidekick who you could relate to as either Jamie Ross, Serena Sutherland, Abbey Carmichael, Claire Kincaid, Connie Rubarosa, and other such “Law & Order” television characters, in real life; was a young gal named ADA Donna Spinosi, who treated Dave Roth and me like total crap. But unlike her, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior did work with us for some time, and he did manage to fit us into his very busy schedule of numerous law enforcement duties, relating to the Office of the District Attorney of Camden County, New Jersey. Don't ever think that there aren't zillions of other things to this story, and that I won't be telling it all as time keeps going by. Now the first character who assisted ADA Ben Stone, under the authority of D.A. Adam Schiff, in this fictional television show that even superseded Perry Mason in greatness; was Mister Paul Robinnette. I may be misspelling the name, or naut, who knows, Mizz Blake; BUTTERCHEESE and a BIG ASS BUTT and but people; when this show began, I had moved into my third and final time at the great and world established by now, ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS. I find Sir James Redfield and his Morianity created JRSS deal, just way too damn incredible to pass up as insane nonsense, nor the delusions of so-called magical-schizophrenic thinking. Now
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And then came Cooley 'HallOWEENTOWN' HALL, oh mighty goddamn Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker, sir. If lovely misses Marola hadn't absolutely insisted that year of 1969, that I be in that stupid ass school play, then I would have arrived on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at a completely different time, and most likely would NEVER HAVE HEARD LOVELY SARAH NEECY KRASSLE say to those friends of her people, who came zooming down the street in their car and parked outside of her shop there, “Your friends are in the shop”. Why is this so damn important, you wonder? Just know for right now peeps, that it is very damn important; just as when she said that other thing on that same street, to either Paula King, or one of her gal-pals there, “I'm darker than you are”. As for misses Marcucci, I only had her as my 'educator' for a few days that week in very early January of 1970, when her hubby was feeling a bit under the weather, or maybe it was just under the tunnels of great Liverpool, England; huh there Lizzy-queen? So just who is the MILITUFORCE, and just why do they hate me so much, and just what about me are they so goddamn mother fuckign afraid of, that they had to dedicate THIS MUCH ENERGY AND TIME in attempting and succeeding may I add, in wiping out my entire fucking life for CRISSAKE?????? Here comes one of their fave fucking hacks here SHERIFF; the (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo yo yo kind sir!!!!!!!! Yes maybe I am a long ways from HOME back in the DAMN Purgatory yo, but Misses Marcucci, at least I am not hurting anybody for crying out loud, or even surfing the beaches of great shoreline hills with FONTY!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking hacker has just struck me with a new fucking MARGIN-HACK that is breaking up my shit into unwanted paragraphs, yo. This is just about SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR NOW! Here comes a low flying airplane outside of me' ol' fucking winder, yo, at just shy of a quarter to one this goddessdamn afternoon; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Arthur Crane sir, just what is this all about on Tennessee Avenue, with that lovely magical teenager SARAH, in the year of 1969?



Your friends are in the shop”.

I'm darker than you are”.



Yes, those two great sentences, and then in the coming future inverse year of 1996, where the last two digits of those twentieth century years are reversed; most definitely appear to have a magical quality to them for many powerful and awesome reasons that will all be explored in future Morianity, because the third sentence spoken from HER, PINK GODDESS, within my earshot; was spoken to me in another location, despite it being on Tennessee Avenue. This third time, in the inverse year of 1996; SHE said to me, “Let's play a game called Guess The Name Of The Guests”. Rapped up in all three of these things, is all the truth in cosmos. Why do I say that? Well, I will tell you the truth people. Because, ---------------------------------------------. I simply don't fucking know why, but I absolutely do know that it is the TRUTH.







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Just as Lightning Goddess Diana told me inside of my mind, while I was in my bathtub one morning at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; that I could apply something called PARALLEL EVENT to the three outside betting parameters of the game of ROULETTE; and make money despite their more than five and a quarter percent legal edge or vigorish as the gambling world calls it; and some use the shortened word of house-vig or just 'VIG'; I too am being told and have been told this over and over for nearly the entire time that I have had these blogs up on the mother fucking internet. When a person totally just knows something, without any logical reason behind it; there are a selected small few who Morianity calls ENLIGHTENED peeps; that indeed realize that they need to pay close attention to these things, and naut dismiss this as crazy fucking total nonsense. On the face of it, I see the absolute absurdity, just as most of you all do, in thinking that these three groupings of words spoken by this wild interdimensional girl, who I knew from boyhood in a vacation city in America; could have some incredible significance upon which all truth everywhere and forever is all based on. But people, I KNOW THIS JUST AS SURE AS I KNOW THAT ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE, AND ALSO THAT I WENT TO COOLEY HALL, AND HAD A TEACHER NAMED MISTER MARCUCCI, WHO THE WORLD KNEW AS AN ENTIRELY OTHER ENTITY. I just know these damn things, Senator, and that is all there is to it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!










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Those annoying pricks across from me are really going in and out with the damn doors again today, SENATOR. Yes who am I mother fuckign kidding, yo? THIS DAY IS ANOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN ASS TOTASL B-O-T-B-A-R, YO!!!!!!!!!!

















Oh great Billy Swan and Robin Gibb, and Marcy Levy, yo! LIKE GODDESSDAMN SUPER-WOW; LOVELY OPRAH. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! Yes I sure would love to START OVER. To:



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But whether or not I do, and we all know I will soon, when I find me'self back on that February of 1969 PATCO-HIGH SPEED LINE-TRAIN OF NEW JERSEY, in-between the Westmont and the Haddonfield stations, but without enough mind and will and memory to do much good about it, but still, regarding those two vely vely vely incredible women in this new-age internet photo download, “The resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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Think of the fifth dimensional hyperspace as a cone whose point begins at the center of you, wherever that truly is in the next higher dimension (the 6th), and at every instant of motion, at the speed of consciousness processing, about one four-hundredth of one minute, varying maybe up to a quarter of one percent with each unique individual; and as we move out and up into the cone, we move out into the hyperspace of virtually limitless and countless parallel universe (dimensions, each containing four). As the cone remains smaller and nearer to our true WAKING-SELF here in so-called physical tangible life, the possible variances to the center point of here and now in this universe, are at their minimum. They do however continue to endlessly spread out into the cone, and the further into the cone that we would move from our true self here, we can see this as moving farther out into the more distant-hyperspace parallel worlds or realities. When we DREAM, for those who remember these things or NAUT; we move into the hyperspace, and normally, we enter this cone at our-POINT-self, and as we move out into its ever-widening dimensionality, we leave our waking 'real life' made up of totally perfectly divided by light speed squared energy-self isness of being, and we slowly venture out into the wilder and wilder, (by our here and now life perspective anyway), relatability. When we dream the crazy shit where suddenly the road becomes our mother's face, or the chairs in the room suddenly become the monkeys of a zoo, this is such a distant hyperspace locale that to us and our ability to interpret; we just basicly enter a MIND-STATIC-FIELD made up of these things, and we normally can go no farther out into the cone. But when things do not go this way, and the only difference in a dream, is maybe our home is laid out a tad bit differently, or we are married to a whole other spouse even, this is still fairly localized hyperspace in reference to us here and now. Now last night before coming awake again on Tuesday afternoon somewhere, I again, as I am frequently these days; back at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor, just a couple miles east on the White Horse Pike, of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG! This was even more major than the time several DREAMS BACK when I was with Stone's daughter Jennifer, and she was some psychic and a character quite similar to the fictional television part that she plays on her “Ghost Whisperer” show. This time, Ed Lynch (Himacane) had somehow won a lottery, or some similar thing, that allowed him to purchase a small part of Jenny's Park and construct a nice home there for himself. I am not going into any more details about this interaction experience, folks, other than to just say this much. When people either here in waking life, or nearby in extremely localized hyperspace in the cone, are thinking about me and thinking about a place or an incident or some such thing, then the lawtronics of the system above the MIND REALM (7th dimension) automatically transfers the simulationogram-data so to speak of that, into “my dreams”. Think of all of this as a very controlled perfectly ordered LSD traveling system, all legal, all safe, and absolutely organized to function in very determinable ways every time. Now when I told that hulk-built coworker in late 1979 at my job at the Camden RPL Sound Studio about my dream of what was happening in the Shipping Department where he worked, his response due to a complete ignorance to these facts, was “Mark, you're haunted”! It is always this way. Three centuries ago if any of you were suddenly knocked back to those times holding a cellphone in your hand and got caught speaking into it, you may very well be hanged as a fucking witch. All things need to be in a proper prioritized order before they'll ever even hope to have any sense made of them by humanity in general, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!











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YEAH, SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS FAMILY BIBLE GIRL, OF THE GREAT TV SHOW, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!





So who is Sarah Krassle? She is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine; ladies and gentlemen. I CALL HER PINK GODDESS. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. Just ask the 'DAMN' © OFFICE. He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already. Now let us all remain gainfully employed!

















Many rotten evil pricks love to hurt people and even laugh about it, and they are members of all American political parties, so don't ever let rumors spread that Mister 'asshole Mountainpen', who drove into Fairview one night from his residence in Cinnaminson, favors either party when it comes to such things. Peeps are peeps, and we all are dirty rotten sinners who make filthy rags look clean in any real or true comparison. Still, in or out of airplanes, great robbing musical groups, or anything at all whatsoever; maybe that turn I made across the road near the famous restaurant in Fairview was somehow wrong, causing that young nasty dude to scream that out at me on that hot summer evening in middle 1984. In either case, 'HELP ME' through this willya, Gibb Brothers? My 'Livelong' Board-Game was naut invented to predict anything, merely there for purposes of fun, entertainment, and amusement. What a fucking ASSHOLE I must be. Well, that dude agreed with me on this that night near that DAMN restaurant aniwho, right yo?????? In any event, being mean, calling mean names to people, and laughing at peeps misfortunes is all a part of us lovely evil sinning human beings, right LORD JESUS, sir?

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THE END, ALL SAVANTS.

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