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







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CHAPTER 38



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Another day of next door annoyance for me. This time not as bad as the previous day, but endless wall hammering and high-fi noise without let up. Still, I can live when the damn boom box doesn't send my walls shaking half out of place, and even hammering that sounds more like thumb tacks being hit, rather than a full blown house construction with a dozen mother fucking carpenters, busily at work without end. I know that the Housing Authority of Fort Pierce is literally in with these next door peeps, both the new asshole dude, as well as whoever was in there before; and I would bet a thousand bucks cash if I had it, double or nothing; without so much as batting an eye. If I am wrong, and would end up losing my hypothetical grand bet; let me tell you what the other possibility is that is endlessly surrounding my immediate proximity, decade after decade forever. HALLS FAWCES in some wild way, and for some unknown weird fucked up reasons that only THEY COULD EVER TRULY KNOW; are doing things that actually would cause ME OR ANYONE ELSE THAT ALL OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING TO, to think this way. If they do certain things in an endless pattern, such as with that 1801 Playboy Bunny, and her maintenance pals back in late 1981 or in the start of 1982 somewhere, with this damn maintenance crew here in this PH-BUILDING in Fort Pierce, almost four decades later, who helped this dude at #605 move in here several months back; then that would lead ANYBODY to the same seemingly logical conclusions, whether they be false or real. In other words, if they can produce shit around me, that would make it absolutely appear that this is happening; then anyone, not just me, would come to also believe it, should these exact same things be happening to them, and THAT I PROMISE YOU ALL HERE!!! All of this shit can sort of lead up to the real topic of this blog, me' great folks out here, whoever ye may really and truly be. I am going to now discuss a bit more details regarding the HUNTINGTON FAMILY GENERATIONAL CURSE that began with the calendar itself, and just as with my own daughter, no one believes any of it, and there is no worldly proof of any of it either! BUT FOLKS, big ass BUTT; I KNOW THAT IT IS ALL ABSOLUTELY REAL AND TRUE, and this I swear under flag and nation and citizenship, as well as to my great ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE (Lordess Jehovah Neecy Krassle). If I am lying about any of my beliefs and my claims that those beliefs being based on many countless time proven facts and life's experiences for more than fifty years now in present human life persona as Mark Wayne Mohr, then may I be taken to DOGTOWN to do a horrendous 4-CUTS of 18 MK each, or 72 Minnina-Kalpa of Astral Interaction. I speak only the truth, so help me SAR-AH (LORD-ESS) SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My computer just crashed because this stupid particular OFFICE PROGRAM does that, when you click to correct on certain two letter words, that the red wavy underline shows as errors, such as (ot), (si), or (ti); and several other similar things. To make corrections, I need to remember to merely place the cursor where it needs to be, and make the corrections on my own keyboard rather than to click on a correction word to replace the error, as it always seems to crash my fucking stupid system, just to let you know here, oh wonderful MICROSOFT CORPORATION, yo! Yes I've led up to the family curse and its generational connection to the great SALVATION GASME GODS GAME played by GODDESS SSJKK (GOD), according to the Christians, and humanity; and using our now HUNTINGTON bloodline from very long ago. The idea that only JESUS being sinless as well as Almighty GOD itself here in human flesh, can die for our sins; is correct. But the game has other rules that have been hidden from all of you by the great Roman Catholic Church and their system of Canonization procedures, for permitting the now established biblical books of our BIBLE, and its numerous translations in both language, as well as other things, such as Amplified for one of many examples. It still works only with what has been allowed by the RC-CHURCH, to be so-called, BIBLICAL. In larger truth, this SALVATION GAME (GASME GODS GAME) or one of many of them; also has the absolute rule that one member of this bloodline MUST SUFFER IN HORRENDOUS AGONY. This does not reduce the effect or power in any way of the great LORD JESUS, but the Catholic church thought that it might in fact do this, after getting perhaps misinterpreted by many people over the following centuries. I, Mark Wayne Mohr, 61st grandson of Jesus' third younger brother or really, (half brother), am the current one who needs to suffer from birth to death, under this HUNTINGTON DAMN CURSE. I am the direct descendant of Joseph Carpenter of Galilee. THAT is just reality, SON, and moon, and Dennis Snyder from Elm, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, yo! Nothing more and nothing less. It is as simple and blatant as one plus one equals two (1+1=2)! MOUSE MOTHER FUCKING HACKING IS MAJOR, and hopefully a goddamn fucking replacement of both keyboard and mouse this weekend at some local store that sells them, will help in preventing these annoying hacking woes. This mouse is acting up WORSE THAN ANYTHING IT HAS EVER MOTHER FUCKING DONE, AND ME' MAGGIE' NEEDS TO DAMN COUNTERSTRIKE HEREdahelda ANDroid0.5 AND HERE!!!!!!!!!! This is goddamn mother fucking WEEDEEKAWUSS, lovely niece of FAA TECHNICAL CENTER, SIR ADMIRAL PERRY!!!







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Hey peeps; wanna' know another thing that totally defies fucking any logic that you can present to me? Good, because I am gonna' fucking tell it to you, yo! Why is it that every time my life gets incredibly horrible and my blogs heat up to a major intensity that in any normal world, would bring a monthly averaged audience of nearly 5K to double or maybe even triple, at least until things calmed down, but in fact, the precise opposite is what occurs on my blogs. The logic is ZERO, and anyone out here 'HUMAN' knows it only 2 goddamn well!!! SOOOOO Sir Arthur Crane, we are left with a perdy damn obvious resulting idea that is extremely difficult for any really true logician 2 dispute. I am no normal human being, what is happening all around me and what HAS HAPPENED TO ME for 65.25 YEARS OF TIME, and those who view my blogs with any real regularity, also have little to nothing connected in with the HUMAN RACE OF THIS EARTH-PLANET. If I am barking up any wrong trees, I am more than happy to receive any anonymous comments on what is going on, but please, no stupid ass junk like ha-ha to the exploratrons. Gimme' a break. Let's all grow the fuck up, okay Mister KING of Atlantic City? TANKS, and BOOOOM!





All I ever want in this goddamn fucking life is NORMALCY, and rational real explanations for what is fucking happening to me for CRISSAKE, yo! Cut me a brake, Margie Leo!












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Okay” Sir Latengrate John Atlantic City King your HIGHNESS; and 'daut-Paula' who has perhaps been taken over and MC'd, by some hyperspace DOPPELGANGER 'other' non-Harrah Casino 'version of her'; my proofs need naut always get into really complicated bullshit with virtually endless algebraic equations and interrelated geometric formulas, all stretching off their large collegian blackboards; and here is a 'WEELWEE FANTASTIC EXAMPLE' of just how 'simple' both that Colorado Resident, and Latengrate Organizational Big Brother, Mister John Henningsen, and I; and no Mike Soft, NAUT android0.9; but how John and I can be, both heredahelda and BE HERE! Just simply examine the facts on this little STATS PAGE. To prove how either I am being intentionally screwed with continually by the POWER STRUCTURE OWNERS OF THE INTERNETExplorer0.6 AND THE INTERNET, just look at the facts. How can I have only 103 page-views on my blog as shown on this date of 7 January for YESTERDAY'S display, and then we examine YESTERDAY'S display as the current day but use the STATS SHOWN BACK YESTERDAY, January 6? It does not compute. If this is not intentional jiving, then what is it all about? Is it all a part of the great surreal GASME GODS GAMES, or is the mighty GOOGLE just a big flawed thirty dollar fly by night computer mom and pop company? Well, we all know that's not true, don't we, yo? So fine, then one of you fucking geniuses tell me just WHAT THE DOGTOWN IS GOING ON HERE, how about it? Just to make it easy, I will display this back to back for simple and easy viewing. So if someone ever wishes to comment and provide me with a logical rational reason for this obvious SCREW UP, then go right ahead, yo! It's all right here!!! Yeah peeps, we all remember those timesliceBufferSize and those TIMES, do we NAUT? But I'd rather have those problems and maintain a nice clear photo image of me on my blogs than the other fucking way around, 'gol darn it' Bruce Alan Pennock, yo! So as Chester Shoeknockeroutter Frank might say right about damn now, yo yo yo, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!

Oh lovely 1983 Miss AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!







Gash darn dick licker, and Bob McDowell and his dick in the mouth's, WOW; it truly is ashame that WFMU no longer wants to be active with the BEWARE OF THE BLOG WEBPAGE, as things have heated up even beyond what the Mountainpen's wildest imagination could never have taken me, back in the days of the original two years of Morianity and the MORIANITY BIBLE for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bruce and Bob McDowell and I would walk along a wooded area just behind school during lunch recess in late 1972. Bob McDowell would keep saying to Bruce, poor BRUCE; “Hey Bruce” over and over, until he finally bellowed out, “YEAH NOW what do you want”. Then McDowell would say back to him, “You're my little dick in the mouth”. This would go on at least eight to ten fucking times, not that I was counting, or doing anything even remotely FASCITAR related there, but I sure would be just as soon as lovely Patty made sure that I would get those MAGICAL MERLIUN CASSETTE TAPES AT MOM'S SHIPPING COMPANY OFFICE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! Well Patty H. Hollister H, if you are still alive, and out there with Merry somewhere in or nearby Manhattan, and her very lovely place there; happy non-Fascitarian SAINT PAT'S DAY in four more days; lovely unforgettable doll-face of Gloucester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A great big shouted out AHA-AHA-AHA to Mike McNulty from 1971, and a HUUUUUUUGE SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. Boy am I fucking disappointed that my pal Bernie ain't going to be the President, unless that is, WE ALL GET SOME KIND OF A HUUUUUUGE DAMN MIRACLE for crying out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

















































OH SHIT, SARAH JACOBSON. ARE ANY GIANT GIRLS GOING TO KNOCK ME DOWN AGAIN, CORPORATE MERGERS? THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND NEVER EVER FORGETS A MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING THING; RIGHT FISA AND FEDS, AND LOVELY PAM BONDI????? If my mom wasn't the most prejudiced person on the planet, I would have asked lovely Sarah to marry my sorry little ass, and who knows; she might have said yes. I don't even let my wildest imagination loose on that one oh great ladies and gentlemen, but I admit that me' brain is inside of the sewers of France right now, thinking of the wild times that we could have had together, in parts of houses that realtors call BEDROOMS. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! That giant girl was BEYOND WHITE FUCKING HOT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!! But in following up with FRANCE, ah yes, lovely FRANCE. The one huge comment left on one of my blogs from one of th etwo first years of them, was from FRANCE. I don't know a soul in that lovely land of love. I knew some French women such as one of me' special education teachers at Cooley Hall back in 1971 and 1972, lovely Misses Antoinette Rabil. I had my share of dark quiet fantasies regarding her on many occasions, yo peeps! Still, that wild UFO-related document comment was all about the PHILADELPHIA EXPERIMENT, and yes, my dad was involved in this so-called “never-happened” deal at the Philly Naval Yard, and is where he met me' mom at her job at that shipping company office, then called Lavino Shipping Company. Later on it became renamed under one of the Lavino cousins, and still later on in the nineteen-nineties somewhere, it became the great Inchcape Shipping Services, and was bought out by some firm over near Mister Marcucci's home turf, before Lennon shot his ass in Manhattan, right after I found Donna's magical record up in the RPL Studio Attic. Dave Roth would say right about now if here, “Mark, ain't life swift and grand”? He was of course being quite fucking facetious, and I totally absolutely agree and concur with thissssssssssssssssssssssssss, and with this.bootloader as well, yo BREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, there IS INDEED a striking and quite 'remarkable' resemblance between Jackie-O and the great SSJKK when she appeared to me in that CHAIN-STEALING-DREAM of December in the year 1969. I thought that I would go to the toilet as I watching the end of the BLUEBOOK SHOW last Tuesday night. I always knew there was a HUUUUUGER connection, and McGuire's distant cousins are related to some Kennedy distant cousins, in a circle that would contain about three thousand peeps. But no matter what, things are only getting started now, and there is a ton of shit yet to be learned and deciphered in all sorts of this twisted up nasty ass junk straight out of the mother fucking gates of DOGTOWN, so STAY-C TUNED Lads and Lassies and Labbers!!!









I never heard so much shit going down, BRAHHHH!!!!!! and neither have you I'll just bet.











Mister Duncan McLeod sir, there can only be one:







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and I seriously think that we both are aware of this, totally and completely, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And as I told your doppelganger back around 1998 somewhere, SORRY IT ALL FUCKED UP.







You see, shit like this is how my inventions, and most inventions, got here. Accidents and experimentation are how most things became invented, throughout this world's entire history, I promise you. This is how my KFP music system in 1980 also did. So in time, I will get to a lot of wild shit with all of this, and then this just serves here and now, to even further prove my shit is all real and true. Ever since my postings and blogs all began, Sabrina 1970 Collins of Maine, USA; I knew shit was all wrong. I fought it like most people do and then one day, I decided to just do two things that normally cannot be done together. I faced the absolute reality that was around me, and I also managed, please don't ask me fucking how, but I kept my sanity, at least a good chunk of it. Nobody's perfect, we are all like Bruce Allan Pennock, you know, HUMAN!







Ladies and gentlemen, I have court-ready proof to take as a plaintiff, to a county superior court, showing that the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, my YOU-TUBE channel, with the song called “KING NEBNOOSHOO, MI APOLOGY SONG”, as well as Fred Windstein;s WIND TUNNELS back in 1997, WERE ALL DISCUSSED IN A BOHEMIAN CLUB-TYPE OF PLACE, BY PEOPLE JUST AS POWERFUL AND MORE, THAN EVER CLAIMED BY NEW JERSETY LICENSED REALTOR OF THE TODD REALITY COMPANY AT THE TIME IN 1988, EMPLOYEE NAME SCOTT RANSOME, AND THIS PROOF IS IN THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE AS A COPYRIGHTED VERY LONG SONG, THAT I ALSO AT THE TENDER AGE OF FOUR OR SO, KNEW WOULD EXIST, ONLY THEN, I CALLED IT THE FIVE HOUR SONG, IF MY MOM WERE HERE, SHE COULD FUCKIGN TESTIFY TO THIS TRUTH IN A COURT OF LAW, FACING NO PUNISHMENT AT ALL, BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE TELLING NOTHING OTHER THAN 100% THE DAM ASS TRUTH! Now go and out-wow that one, Mister MACY and hooker Joanna-'79!!!!!













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AND WHERE IS MY 29th PROJECT, MISTER BONJOVI OF PORT SAINT LUCIE, NOW DEFUNCT AVALON RECORDING STUDIO, AS WELL AS MY LEGAL PROTECTED FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS, ACLU, WITH MY BLOGGER-GOOGLE ACCOUNT ENDLESSLY BEING HACKED AND MY LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET-PHOTO BEING BLURRED OUT BY THIS ILLEGAL AND CRIMINAL ACTIVITY FROM DOGTOWN?







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Supposedly the United States Constitution guarantees me a protected freedom of speech so long as my speech is not subverting the government, inciting riots or violence, encouraging terrorism, breaking any laws of the local, state, or federal land, or threatening to do actual things that are only possible on the mortal world or physical-plane of life, excluding any spells, chants, charms, Magnesonic orders, and so forth. That is the law that we live by, and I DO NOT BREAK THE LAW. So tee-hee-hee to Mizz Lilly Munster and all of her great first or second love affairs! But when I do this blog and use my likeness-photo to represent me, this blogger, AKA the “Mountainpen”; and get blanked out, blurred out, or otherwise HACKED OUT by anyone, without remedy; oh wonderful American Civil Liberties Union and FBI, and others out here. It's THEY, whoever THEY truly are, who are the criminals breaking the law; and should be prosecuted to its fullest extent. However we all now what a total mother fucking joke all of that really is, do we NAUT Mizz AT&T BLAKE???































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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 MOST RECENT ASSAULT OF MARCH 11th and 12th OF 2020, WITH A MAJOR NIGHTMARE HELL DEATH SIEGE FROM ENEMIES NEXT DOOR IN UNIT #605, WITH HAMMERING, HEAVY FURNITURE MOVING, DOOR SLAMMING, AND THEIR LOUD BLARING MUSIC, MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, AND CABLE FREEZE OUTS AGAIN, 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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I have been struck with a DEATH WEAPON AT 12:38 THIS FRIDAY MORNING 13 MARCH, AND FRIDAY THE FUCKING 13th. IT HAS MESSED WITH MY HEART RHYTHM A LITTLE BIT. ALSO, MORTIMER MORTINO THE DEATH ANGEL HAS BEEN MORE ACTIVE IN 2020 THAN ANY YEAR BEFORE THAT, ALL OVER ME, PASSING BY MY LEFT SIDE AS WELL AS MY RIGHT SIDE, NEARLY ONE HUNDRED TIMES DAILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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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!



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!







WOW-WOW-WOW IS IT MOTHER FUCKING HOT AND HUMID AND I COULD NOT DO ANY OF MY ERRANDS THIS WEEK, I TRIED, IT TOOK ALL I HAD TO DRIVE THREE BLOCKS TO PAY MY RENT AND MAIL MY COMCAST CABLE BILL OFF, AND GET BACK HOME AND DIE IN FRONT OF AN AC UNIT. I FEEL VERY BAD AND PLAN ON DYING VERY SOON, YAY YAY YAY YAY, ALL FUCKING OVER FOREVER AND EVER. YEAH SURE, RIGHT; DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BETTING ON THAT ONE, MOUNTAINPEN SHITHEAD ASSHOLE!!!!





MY INSIDES FEEL AS IF A TRUCK HAS CRUSHED ME, I FEEL 140 YEARS AND EIGHT MONTHS OLD. LIFE TOTALLY SUCKS. I WAS AWAKENED BY A NASTY ASS FIRE ALARM, SENDING ME RUNNING FOR A PAIR OF FUCKING CUNT EAR PLUGS EARLY THIS MORNING AFTER JUST GETTING TO SLEEP, IT HAPPENED AROUND THE FIRST HOUR OF THE DOW JONES TRADING SESSION SOMEWHERE AND AM EXPECTING TO SEE THIS EVENT REFLECTED VIA APE-ICPE-TEXK FROM THE PAWM-PIE-ETTOS MILITUFAWCES OF MISTER HALL LATER, WHEN I CHECK THE MARKET LATER ON AFTER IT CLOSES IN 49 MORE MINUTES.









AT LEAST THE WILD VIVID NIGHTMARES OR MAJOR HEAVIER THAN NORMAL THREE DAY EXPLORATRONIC SHIT STOPPED A WHILE BACK, I HAD TO ENDURE THREE NIGHTS STRAIGHT OF ALMOST A 1970 THAT FAMILY VENTNOR, NEW JERSEY HELL, ALL OVER AGAIN, ONLY IT WAS NOT IN A SERIAL DREAMING THE WAY THAT WAS BACK IN FUCKING TIME, LIVING ALL ALONE AT AGE 15, ILLEGALLY ACTUALLY; OVER AT CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S HOME THAT HE SOLD AROUND A QUARTER CENTURY LATER GIVE OR TAKE, TO SARAH CALLIO MARTINO MCGETTIGANS ENRON WATER COMPANY OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, OR THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. HOLY SWEATING SKUNK WEEDS OF THE FONDA FOREST OF TOTAL SLEAZE; IS ANY OF THIS EVEN A CHANCE IN A TOTAL FUCKING MILLION, JUST SOME WILD AND WEIRD COINCIDENCE, MISTER YOGI BERRA, AND FINEST DETECTIVES OF NEW YORK CITY, AMERICA'S FINEST, AS I NOW ASK YOU THIS IN TRUTH, ON YOUR HONOR AS SWORN TO PROTECT AND SERVE OFFICERS OF THE LAW OF THIS LAND???????



HAMMER-HAMMER-HAMMER, AND FURNITURE TOSSED ALL AROUND. ENDLESS NOISE NEXT DOOR IN THE MOTHER FUCKING #605 CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, WITH ENDLESS PERSECUTION FROM THESE ROTTEN NOISY TRIAD-NABES FROM TOTAL DOGTOWN. IT JUST WON'T EVER STOP OR END FOR ME, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY HAVE BEEN NOISY FOR A NUMBER OF DAYS AGAIN, AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT I CAN MOTHER FUCKING DO ABOUT IT UNTIL I CAN SHORTLY MOVE THE GODDAMN HELL OUT OF HERE, AND YES MIKE SOFT, AND OUT OF HEREdahelda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SHIT STARTED UP AT 12:40 THIS CUNT EATING AFTERNOON, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!











WHERE HAS 1967 DISSAPPEARED TO, LESTER KAITER???? This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING X DAY FOR ME, oh Mizz lovely Louise Hendershodt from the olden days, and me' fellow camper of Maryland, USAESMWG.



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Jupiter, Florida used to welcomes my Blogaudians to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV. But as with Sir fucking Camp Counselor of Maryland long ago in the middle sixties; WHERE HAS THIS GONE AS WELL. Jesus Christ, where have all the flowers gone too? According to the great Peter Paul and Mary Music Group, they have all gone to the graveyards, and I really cannot disagree with them on that here on this blog in the year of 2020.







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WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!







OH THE GODS, MISSES MAROLA AND MISSES MARCUCCI; WHY WON'T THE ASTRAL PLANE COINS AND COILS TAKE PITY ON MOTHER FUCKING POOR ELDERLY CUNT LAPPING LITTLE PITIFUL ASS ME????????????












Oh yes Cuzz Don; women only seek after our respect, and NAUT YOUR LUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















































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There also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in Atlantic City, and a Santa Claus; as he helped me move one day from one apartment into another, along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but still, Briscoe, I wish you were my personal fucking detective, Lenny old “L&O” pal, YO!








JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin, Mizz Sabrina Dark Shadows Collins???



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And a bigger offender to me personally, Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey, and I was the dam minor child. Of course, the year before that, Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. But the powers they have is a subject for a brand new expanded level, that I can only hope to touch on about a millionth of a percent tonight, YO!





















Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also. Paula King and the great Quoddy Mocker Gang committed unspeakable acts also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















After viewing four hours of great informative and intelligent shows, about the topic of UFO and alien encounters; despite my absolutely not believing in this, or shall I say, on its face value of not incorporating spiritual illusion or (maya), as many ancient guru masters have called this, as the co-ingredient, along with what indeed appear to be plenty of real life happenings, covered up by scared world leaders who have been totally fooled so far, maybe, by what Mountainpen and his Morianity have named and labeled, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! Before going on, yes I believe in what they all do, but only to that extent. I am not even sure at all if those who think they know what is happening, do, and if I am wrong and they indeed do, then believe me people, they know that you would not be able to handle this truth, and so they do what they do to insist this is not real, and so on, and will continue to do so; JUST AS ALL OF YOU DO, when it is put in its truer and realer terms, of, and again to quote only what I have named this, ESS. All night, Morty dirt ball Mortino the Death Angel is going past me on my right side, again now too, at 3:12 Ante' Meridian. Folks, agents, non-agents, whoever you all are; I cannot deny my life, my family crap, the way it all began after leaving high school, the way every branch of the military came to me and tried to enlist me, Vietnam war on or not, as they knew Nixon was winding it down and they didn't need some special ed asshole like me, in the service, not unless, well, again, some of you saw the shows. It's fucking disgusting, just how accurate all of this information, depicts the otherwise totally unexplainable events in my life, and yet when this new shit is added into the mix of enlightenment; things fucking clear up for me at warp fucking speed, my fiends and my friends out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now some might be saying who know my story as well or nearly as well as I do, well asshole, how about when you say they wrecked your education, and they threw you into special education way back in the end of 1968, and even before that in the school year of September 1965 through June 1966, they threw your puny little deranged sick asshole into the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey! Well, you would be right. I only said that things that already were weird and whack and wild and fucked up, got more weird, more whack, and even more fucked up around 1972 and into 1973, as I was leaving the great and powerful COOLEY-WORMHOLE-HALL. I never will claim to have all the answers to all of this, but I do know that after a lifetime of total torture and torment, I do have the right to blog my story, and share it with this planet, as just what if it contains necessary fucking shit for the sustained life of the population of this world, as I feel it does, very dam strongly? Would I not be in poor character and conscience to sit back and just shut up like none of this mother fucking unfathomable shit ever went down around me, YO?









Yes lads and lassies; this was all merely my whittle personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to. Am I correct in that assumption, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels, of 1980? Well, if not; and that is the way it goes, then “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU; CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW. So did Roddenberry's doppelganger want me to understand all of this in the future, where I am living now, since the day I bought that videotape at the local Good Will Store, here in Fort Pierce, along with a dozen or so others, of Star Trek original shows; and this one being the one called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before” from 1966?















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JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

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Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »



JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

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Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »



JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »



Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »



JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »



Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »



JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

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FEBRUARY 13, 2020



THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:13 P.M.



JANE WHORE SLEAZE BITCH WITCH FONDA TIME,



HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG.



WEATHER CONDITIONS AS OF 12:14 P.M. AS FOLLOWS:



CURRENT TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.





RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 54%.



HEAT INDEX-------88 DEGREES FAHNHT.



WIND IS S AT 11, AND GUSTING TO 21.



TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.



RAIN CHANCES ARE 20% TODAY IN TOWN.



AIR QUALITY----GOOD, POLLEN COUNT----MIDDLE-HIGH



SUNRISE IN TOWN: 7:00 A.M.----SUNSET IN TOWN: 6:11 P.M.













I plan to let out some HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-ASS gaming and casino secrets NEVER EVER TOLD BEFORE, as well as some just as Senator Sanders Huge bullshit about this truly WONDERFUL LOVELY FAMILY, who have put me literally in hell, and without any help whatsoever from anyone else on the Earth-Planet!!!









There will indeed be some sorry folks before all is said and done and before Donald Trump successfully murders me, and gets his total way, huh Mick Jag? Maybe then he'll quit playing your song so damn often!











LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, & LAB-TECHS, as I said in 2015, in the month of good old mother fucking goddamn August:

Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!







I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!



Yes I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!



I said to myself, “Mark you fuckiGN asshole; you're just wasting your time, with your dam ass magnetics this bad!







SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur:

AHA-AHA-AHA, and fuck the damn world, at C-SQ!







































I'M LYIN', I'M DYIN'. WELL, I sure seem to be dying aniwho!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!





















































































































































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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!!!!!!





















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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She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer!!!!!!!!!! So WOW to THAT, lovely O.W.





















































































Okay, Mister King? That hose was more major than a thousand fucking super diameter sized CALLIO CALL-TEN WATER WORKS PIPES all soldered together and taken to Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; and buried underneath the home where Thomas J. Reale sexually molested me, when I was fifteen years old in the summer of 1970; and then saving one of those pipes for immediate transport to Oaklyn, and placed underneath the Dellway Arms Apartment BEDROOM of the O-15 APARTMENT, and all to create the great television show production nearly four decades later, that we all know and love, called, “THE MENTALIST”, with that wild cool dude,Sir Patrick Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a great big gargantuan and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, LOVELY MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY. YOU GO GIRL, AND YOU GO OWN THE LAND, SWEEP THE SAND, AND BUY OUT SOME REALLY BIG NETWORKS for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























THE END, AND SMELLING 'GOUUUD'!!!

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