Thursday, June 4, 2020

JEWELLY WHITE'S 4 DPEP, CHAPTER 14






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So now we come to it, as that great southern attorney put it so well when discussing just how young we can put people to death by lethal injection, for certain absolutely heinous murder crimes, on that now historic and marvelous television show that even knocked the mighty Perry Mason off of the number-ONES list, huh Merry Cifaloglio? Yes, I really thought that those MEXICAN ILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALS, oh great marvelous phase-4 CUZZ, were referring to my K-MART recently purchase greatest hits of my kid, but they weren't, and I learned this from 'BILL THE TRUCKER', on that very powerful fucking day when he had informed me and I quote him, “You did spit in Anthony's cereal”, when I said first to him and in response to my statement, “Gee, I never did anything to him, and he just acted like I had just spit in his cereal bowl”! This is when I did that major karate kick that would have even the wonderful and totally cool Sir Chuck Norris sit up and take serious notice, especially if he knew that I was inside of a body who is a man in his middle to late fifties in year age. Average peeps would just say, I was in my mid-late 50's, but then, we all know that I am seemingly anything BUTTERCHEESE and BUTT-BUT an average person. Am I right or am I naut wrong here, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE?????? A cool advertising commercial after this incident was witnessed by some weird FBI-BUGGING DEVICE or as the great Congressman said before he was a congressman back in 1975, “WHATEVER”, came on the TV a few nights after this at my Cifaloglio guard job, while I was watching L&O! Now it had to be either the endless dot-connecting JRSS system, or my kid was teasing me AGAIN, so HA-Ha-HA WHOOOOOOO???????????? Hey, none of this mother fucking shit is worth LOSING OUR DAMN JOBS over, be them security guard jobs, telephone company jobs, or even top Federal Librarian jobs. Am I right here, oh great wonderful U.S. Office of © Copyrights?























So before I get into the OTHER 'NON-HARRAH CASINO PROMOTION SIGNS FROM THE 1986-1986 ERA IN TIME, things spoken between myself and Sir Ray yesterday, I need to first finish telling what happened that early morning at Cifaloglio, when those little Mexican-American illegal workers there who sorted and separated various types of junk-trash, and the exact and best recollected words between two of the group that early morning, and their site security guard, the MOUNTAINPEN, or 'ME'!!!!!!!! So don't get too overly wet or excited here, great cable networks that match that same two letter groupings, and are aired on winding curvy twisty non ROUTE-9-Jersey roads of 1997, of the ever mysterious and daughter-connected COMCAST 1484 and non-TD BANK checking account customer telephone numbers, CABLE COMPANY”!!!!!!















I admit to also turning music up a bit in cars when I was younger, but I never was a fan of this absurd level of extra-deep baseline tracks being blared that literally shake structures and can indeed actually cause physical harm to people's goddamn health. I did in fact play my demos a lot, and other things as well, and I know I told on a previous blog months back somewhere in the prior YEAR OF COVID or 2019, major complete details on many things including how I was led to playing a flip side on a tape that both sides were the same song only one side a differently arranged version that I had done in my guardhouse at Cifaloglio in 2007 some time that I then copyrighted on 31 October of that same year, as a complete collection musical project of numerous new, as well as older tunes, written over the years by me, the MOUNTAINPEN. I speak of the flip side of the 'RGG' song, where I had used a music track to sing on, with my recently purchased at a local Goodwill Store, karaoke machine. On this track, I did not bother to edit out the very beginning, where I said the word, “MY” on it. This was the 1986 version sent for Copyright Registration on the 15th or the 16th day in July of 1986, while residing at that nightmare house of horror in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, owned by quintessential scumbag realtor-lawyer-property owner, Sir Richard Barf-Karpf. Without completely giving the 'candy store' away for now , or any Tennessee Avenue hotels either, Misses nineteen-sixties Atlantic City resident, Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler, I merely will be quick and tell you how the ILLEGAL MEXAMS were referring to my DELMO-DEMO tape playing the night before, and not the K-MART purchased hits. Yes, good old Misses soap-show fan Bassler who moved to Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG. Her and her lovely Bolivar Hotel, and of course, beyond WHITE-HOT SARAH NUROCKEY KRASSLE, or whatever HER Earthly name may have really been back then, huh Joseph Smith of Utah?













One of these guys had been trying to get citizenship here in the USA and was studying the English language, and was actually able to communicate with me a little bit; at least as well as his tall MEXAM boss, a young dude who was married to another ILLEGAL, who was totally unfamiliar with the English language, and yet SHE EXPECTED ME in my own country, and totally 'LEEEEEEEEEEGAL', 'Cousin Donald', to be able to speak her goddamn fucking Spanish language. She was very tall, very gorgeous, and extremely fucking cunt annoying as all goddamn get the hell out!!!!!!!!! But the one worker under this boss dude, out of about a dozen or more of them, said to me, after the bunch of them were running around me, and many songs very loudly, and one of them was definitely and absolutely the tune of one of my four 1980 demonstration records, “The Morning light”, nearly the same exact thing that Security-Guard Bob Schleigh did in 1980, at the MAFCO PLANT, when he heard that very same tape playing while I was out hitting the security-key at the company parking lot. Now we can further get into the fact that the stock market was down in the range of around a hundred fucking points this morning, and then of course, obviously 'Mister MEXAM' next door, got his trustworthy text message, or however it is done, that might be as simple as his cellphone ringing, and he pushes th answer-call button, and a text comes out SUB-BLAST, for all I know. Nothing whatsoever would mother fucking shock me after what lovely Patricia Hollister did to me in AC-NJ-USA, on 5 July of 1969; and then our kid becoming the greatest female RA in the history of the entire musical industry, at least SO FAR, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING WOULD EVER SHOCK ME AGAIN, OH GREAT MISTER 1969 MARCUCCI, OF COOLEY HALL SIR; AND LATENGRATE, AND THOSE ARE INDEED MY GODDAMN WISDOM-WORDS FOR THE PLANET-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH LOOOORD!











So to finish up this counterstrike for today's mother fucking monstrous ICPE-APE-TECH DEATH HIT ON ME, TO RESPIN THE DOW JONES BACK UP, and something that I have lived and suffered through now, for dick licking three and a half decades or so, here we go, or as I said on that back in time music project that I copyrighted back somewhere in the dimly lit HALL ways of fawces and eras, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOO”!

















If it was naut for those ILLEGAL MEXICAN workers that night at Cifaloglio's Transfer Station, whose job it was to separate the various types of collected and picked up junk-trash, by the truck driver employees there; I would have just marveled over the original mysteriousness of that May 1, 1980 date when after my first night of living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, I drove over to Maxfield to do the two DANCE TUNES, 'Lost Love', and 'The Morning Light', despite the lying deceptive documented evidence shown on the United States © Copyright Office's Music Copyright Registration Form, which also by the way, the “THE” in The Morning Light was removed from the title by them as well, as that “THE” has major significance to all of this wild and inconceivable true story. Here is the Registration List for the two dance songs, as the two country songs had been done on a long lunch break the night before while working at the RPL Studio, and driving over to Cherry Hill, down the way a few miles along the Route 38 highway: But as wild and incredible as this all may have been back in middle 1980, up here in 2020 four goddamn decades later in Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, things are equally weird and surreal. When I informed Ray over at the store about laws and parallel event and how the syustem has totally givena license to horribleevil criminals because the harassment laws are a pure mother fucking total joke, and he smerked, and quietly said in an almost inaudible voice that was further helped by the masks that we all need to wear now when out in the public domain, “What harassment laws”, and remember, this dude is a mother fucking retired attorney for crissake, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!! He fully knows about my beliefs that TRUMP and his henchmen are doing al of this to me and have been now for nearly forty fucking years, JUST TO KEEP AN ENDLESSLY BULLISH DOW JONES STOCK MARKET GOING. He told me a mind bending thing yesterday that not only perhaps aided in yesterday's DJIA GAIN of just over 527 basis points, but should turn that thing around and gain them a thousand or more points both fucking cunt today and also again tomorrow June the 5th. He told me, “Mark, I hate to tell you this, but legally, since your parallel event, and the concept of it being used criminally against you, has never been recognized nor established as a point in law in any case anywhere ever; even if Trump, or anyone else admitted to a fucking judge, that they were doing this to you intentionally, all they ever could be charged for would be the actual provable things done, such as if I had proof that my car had been tampered with and damaged, or proof that any similar related crime of monetary damage had been committed, and so forth. But it is against no laws related to harassing or stalking, for anyone or any group to target someone and engage an entire life-long operation of applying this so-called technology against you in a negative way so that they can endlessly gain in something that they are wanting to accomplish. There simply is no law on any books about ICPE-APE-TECH, but if you are right and I am wrong, and this is indeed all real and happening to you, then by all means,maybe there should be a law someday, and might even will be, that is if you can ever prove your ideas and theories to the legal system or the bar, as well as have plenty of great personal pals in the legislative branches of local, state, and even federal government”. Quite a powerful fucking mouthful of shit, wouldn't you all agree and say here, yo BRO????????? The Latengrate Sir Dave Roth would say it so goddamn perfectly if he were here with me right about now and a part of this conversation, would he naut oh great and wonderful 1988 COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS and American-Honda security guard-house conversations? You know, along the lines of gee, “Ain't life grand”!!!!!! ALL SAVANTS:

JEWELLY WHITE'S 4 DPEP

CHAPTER 13







Another horrible BOTBAR DAY here in Public Housing with Mister Mexico, and his blasting music. I was told by everybody that he is allowed t blast his sub-woofers, this includes the police, the management of the PHA, and everyone whom I have complained to. The deal is that it is not to be done every day or too late in the day or for too long, and this is indeed his pattern. Still, it is horrible for people my age who hate that horrendous mother fucking noise. And I know that this hellishness has indeed been intentionally done to me, and left me with only the recourse to get the hell out of this apartment which of course I am working on as hard as possible during these times of social distancing.



















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 DAY OF 4 JUNE IN 2020 WITH MY NOISE ATTACK FROM MISTER MEXICO NEXT DOOR TO ME IN UNIT #605, AND ANY AND ALL PEOPLE AND OR FORCES WHO HAVE USED NOISE AS A WEAPON AGAINST ME MY ENTIRE LIFE TO RUIN AND DESTROY IT, 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.





































EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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























I will now post this blog from hell up to the internet at 11:14 this MOUUUUUURNING, on June 4, 2020, with the reminder that the MILITFORCE did not waste any time on this CHOKE DAY of other major hells for mother fucking me, back 37 years ago, in 1983. This assault began at just past eleven of the clock and it is the first morning music attack in well over six weeks or so, usually they've been coming in the afternoons! I must be hated and despised by these very Scott Ransom powerful people not only beyond any human being's ability to ever believe or fully grasp it, huh RAY at WG Store, BUT I am really suffering through it and it is not one bit fucking imagined. SOOOOOOOOO Mister ANTINASS or ANTI-whatever groups out here, I will be telling some things that I had absolutely never ever planned totell, before I pack up the computer and leave here with that and some papers and the clothes on my back, just to get out of this nightmare Patty Hollister PH Building!
























END TRANNY, YOU MISERABLE GRANNY!





JEWELLY WHITE'S 4 DPEP





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TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET would SHOOT WAY UP THIS WEEK AS A RESULT OF SUNDAY'S MONSTER ASS MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ON ME, but what I didn't tell any of you were some of the incredible details to the tools used in the M2F's 'ICPE-APE-TECH' endless bags of HELLISH NIGHTMARE GODDAMN TRICKS, and now Sir Leviathan Barnabas Collins, of the nineteen-sixties “Dark Shadows” television show, “IT'S TIME”!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell you all some real heavy mother fucking prick licking shit that will send you on your ass and blow a lot more minds than just Sir Russell Thaxton, and Count Von Marcucci, back in the autumn times of that great awesome year of 1969!!!









Oh boy oh boy oh boy Georgie, is it time. So screw Uncle Billy and even the high and mighty king-complex peeps or rolls they are playing in movies, oh wonderful actor Sir, Mister Barrymore Potter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every so often, I come into contact with another person who buys a lot of vitamins and medications at the local WG-Pharmacy where I go, and we get shooting the shit. He is a retired attorney who knows a whole lot of things, but practiced in a particular item that wouldn't ever be able to do me any good, so what else is new? Still, he is a mountain sized water fountain of information, and today while waiting to talk to the Pharmacist about some less expensive vitamins for my diagnosed medical age related bone density shrinkage problems, I told him about parallel-event, how I used it to defeat the Jersey casinos in 1986, and basicly the entire story all compressed into a neat quick little nutshell. Like anyone else, he does not totally fully believe my problems that resulted after I did indeed apply this parallel-event knowledge against the casino operators in 1986, but he is extremely intellectual and is willing to discuss matters in the algebraic abstract so to speak. In other words, when asking him a question about my persecution, he is more than willing, although not believing it is really happening to me, to go with the topic AS IF it were absolutely true and totally real. So when I asked him yesterday while we were waiting for the Pharmacist on separate health issues, how to make sense out of Trump sending a Mexican-American to live here right next fucking door to me and blast his horrible sub-woofers at me, EACH TIME THE STOCK MARKET IS IN NEED OF ANOTHER BOOST, and then back it off when it does in fact shoot up and up, and then repeat the cycle all over again each and every mother fucking time that the market rally's begin to slow down or reverse again. He looked at me with a Cheshire grin on his face and he then replied to me, “Mark that's an easy one. I will tell you right now not to think so much in exactitude's”, his precise quote to me back around three of the clock yesterday afternoon at the waiting area of Walgreen's. I remained silent to see if he would follow up, and then after maybe fifteen seconds, I then said to him, “Can you be a little bit more specific”? He grinned a tiny bit less widely but while still grinning as if I had just told him the not so PC-JOKE about the American, the Frenchman, the Spaniard, and the Englishman, all on an airplane that was going to crash, and only had one single parachute, as was told on my blogs many times, during the first couple of years of them. He said to me, “You really can't see it, can you”? I said, in almost a mildly annoyed voice, “No my friend, I can't see it”. He then said to me, and I won't try to quote it since it was three long sentences, but I can absolutely give you the totally paraphrased gist of it here. I was stuck seeing the very obvious, and as a lawyer who did the type of work and who represented the type of clients that he had done for decades of his life, came to see how distractions and confusions are more powerful weaponry to intelligent armies than all of the bombs and bullets combined, at least when not actually in real world combat situations of course, on actual real battlefields. Right away, he said that Trump would be thinking, or whoever is really doing the serious strategic thinking for him anyway, would confuse the entire plot by not sending a white Anglosaxton Caucasian man over here to be my neighbor. The one thing that would never seem to show that it was him behind doing this, would be to send some Mexican-American. From everything we ever hear of Mister Trump, he just would never do that, and he doesn't even know any or at least know any that would help him carry out such an ugly mission, and for any price; and him being such a cheap skate, he probably would only be offering free rent, and maybe two to four bills per month in addition. Not that many people would take the job. I'll admit folks, my mind never ever would have thought along these lines, and this is the art of confusion and distraction and deception. Without Ray, I would never have thought of that in a thousand mother fucking years. Of course once he told me this, he laughed a soft chuckle through his face mask that we all must wear in public now due to the CVGP shituation; and he said to me, “You know I hope I'm helping you out here with the philosophical end to your perceived enemies, but I'd bet my home that it's all a bunch of crap, and my home is worth just under a mill”! Hey, you'd better get used to losing a million fucking bucks then pal, if you ever really bet me on this, and we could have some way of absolutely proving or disproving it all one way or another that would totally stand up to my satisfaction that nothing was tampered with by conspirator enemies from the M2F. I would suddenly be the next millionaire of Fort Pierce, and poor ray would be living in the fucking cunt poor-house, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















HA-HA-HA; you missed me Mizz nightmare Jane Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did totally forget to make my additional blank coloring lines, but I am now on page-14, so fuck that witch from 1993 and her goddamn Atlanta non-cowards, huh there BUNKER-BOY TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Yes you all remember that I absolutely TOLD YOU ALL TO BUY STOCKS THIS WEEK, RIGHT?????? And that goddamn mother fucking stock market, sure as Loretta Lynne's LORD and screaming Mary Hartman's dead waking screaming chants, IT DID JUST FUCKING THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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No kind person; my blogs have very little to do with money, and a whole dog-gone lot to do with being eternally oppressed and persecuted. And this is why it is called the “EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”, as I used to have a version of similar type stuff back in the 1990's, on cassette tapes, and now, the great United States © Office has a small little opening part to it on one of me' late 1996 Musical Projects sent down to them from my House Of Horrors in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Wanna' make lots of money do you? First, keep track of me, and SELL SHORT, as much stock as you can, when you find out that Mark Wayne Mohr has permanently expired. Also read me' blogs and every time that I tell you the STOCK MARKET will fly to the sky, BUY the damn DOW INDEX, and if you do those two things, you will be the next multimillionaire, or possibly even the next billionaire for Crissake! So WOW THAT, lovely Mizz Winfrey, and a great big HUUUUUUUGE SIR CHESTER-FRANK Shoeknockeroutter “WEEEEEEEEEE”! Hey yo peeps, this parallel event thing is totally for real, or as the great MC THAXTON said about me on the WFMU INTERNET RADIO WEBPAGE, I TOO AM FOR REAL, and to get lovely Mizz Paula King all wet and happy here while she teased the shit out of me as I tried to enjoy the Atlantic City beach in 1997, feeling or not feeling, but most definitely FOR REALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey am I right or am I naut wrong? In any case, reality is reality, it is what it is, and yes great beach-bum sir Ziggy, that is indeed the way it goes. Oh Dennis Snyder sir, I AM NAUT YOUR SON, SO MARIAH IS NAUT YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER, but that racist mother of mine sure caused lots of horrible problems that led to someone paying her coworker Mizz Emily off to harass her at the office, causing a lot of her drinking issues, huh Mister Speers? So sir, how's warp drive daddy (grampa Speers) doing these days? Let us in any case, take the damn office pictures off the wall and replace it with those great shots of country legend, Sir Moe Bandy!!!!!!! Holy Maria, and 'H' adding wives of the great parallel realm drowning victim, Mister Hamilton, me' ol' Elm resident.

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I plan on getting out of this country just as soon as my disability becomes regular SS when I turn age 66 years, on this coming 4th day in December, whether the goddamn medical nightmare is ongoing or naut, and I am quite sure that it will be. I will find a way to escape before 'TRUMPWORLD' tortures me to death, and gets scott fucking free away with it. Everyone for years now discusses “the new normal”. I hate to say it, but I've lived long enough in a very weird way, that these blogs have mentioned and we need not get into it again right now; where I can know for certain that times can actually alter to a place where society is not recognizable any longer if we base it on our past memories due to the rate of hyper accelerated change. We may very well become the new NAZI-AMERICA with HITLER FILTH back in charge again. This would be my own quintessential punishment, as I have been told by more than one psychic, that I WAS HITLER in my previous life. It won't shock me at all to see America as I knew it, totally gone, and within the next half decade. Now I can be totally wrong and sure as fucking shit hope that I am, but I am no longer surprised by new normals, or new any fucking things, not NO-MO-YO, me' goddamn BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! I love watching the great CNN, as does me' distant cuzz the president. They truly are the only voice of reason left in this sea of madness and total chaos. So what's to do, Mister Jack Twilight Zone Gambler Klugman???????????!!!!!!!! I would be losing my mother fucking sanity right about now if not for watching the evening discussions and my great wannabe pals such as DL and CC, and others too. BOY OH BOY does fucking life suck, BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT but, I DID INDEED TELL EVERYONE ALL THESE THINGS WOULD HAPPEN IN SOME ROUND ABOUT WAYS, but I made no bones about the monster that Mister Trump truly is, and NONE OF YOU OUT HERE REALLY CHOSE TO BELIEVE ME You never do, and now, well; just look back and see if I am making up any of this mother fucking Morianity stuff, you all just go ahead and do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEE.

















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Electricity is an incredible reality here in the material world. I have to be very careful of it even though I am madly in love with this entity, as Astral Gods LOVE TO TEASE MORTAL WORLD HUMAN BEINGS, and that is just a fact of life, along with the other fact that different people here on this Earth are in fact being teased in DIFFERENT WAYS, and just about all of the time. The vast majority are being teased by being totally ignored, and thus allowed to live their lives without Astral interference of any kind or for the very most part at least. I have no way to know the percentage but IMHO, my ability to make some damn good guesses is supported by four+ decades of weird hellishness at the hands of these 'HALLS FAWCES'. I feel that this majority being astrally-ignored is around 70% of the human population. 10% are being bless-teased, and the remaining 20% are being curse-teased, all in numerous and various degrees and individualized methods of course. Still, this is all just IMHO. I cannot prove a word of any of it that would even hope to ever stand up in a court of law. And my 'guesstimated' percentages are also subject to human flaw. Still, I am quite comfortable reporting these figures and general information now on my Morianity to any and all interested Blogaudians! Now folks, somehow I either forgot to disconnect from the internet when last on my computer yesterday, or else I was 'put back into where I had been' by HALLS FAWCES which the M2F is all a part of, and when I began blogging, I noticed a strange sort of lag time in the computer responding to my commands. I say all this only to tie in a major group of other things that are totally relevant and pertinent to it all. You see peeps, in 'MY DREAMS' or my double in some parallel realm from right here, was experiencing a horrible telephone harassment and also the very same delay of things happening to me by a small yet absolutely annoying half second, was also happening to me IN THIS NIGHTMARE that I will tell you about. Still, I am struck hard right now in my thoughts due to not only the computer being actively connected into the internet while I was sleeping here in the same room with it, but also, LIGHTNING was just here and SHE was flashing very nearby. It began shortly past seven and it stopped shortly before nine, and then I awoke at quarter past nine and remained up and awake just to escape that horrendous nightmare I was having, where I was being major MILITUFORCE HARASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Astral BRIGGBASE for the most part, is or at least completely and totally controls the MILITUFORCE. They have total control over any and all human world electrical and electronic things, devices, systems, the list is as long as all of the things here on the Earth-Planet. Also one more thing, that damn ass DEATH ANGEL is extremely annoying and frequent AGAIN, and I'll be getting more into this prick later on as well, as again peeps, it all ties totally into everything else that's being talked about here on CHAPTER-11!!!!! As I speak at 9:45 this Wednesday morning, a SARAH-CROW, as David Roth used to call them, is right at my window ledge and 'calling' and 'calling' away. And this blog for the most part, or that horrible nightmare that I'll be telling you about folks, is all about “CALLING”, at least on a telephone.











This nightmare started in several very unpleasant ways with my having a very rotten time at some beyond weird place that resembled both a pharmacy counter and a government office all put together. I was speaking to a beautiful young lady of about age thirty give or take, and beyond outlandish shit was happening that can be explored a lot more later on either on this or later to follow other blog-chapters. After that all went down, I drove from there to where I was living in that parallel world, and when I tried to park, some old fart zoomed into the space that I was about to park in and I had to park off quite a ways to the only other possible empty place available. After I had parked in a place that forced me to drive over some fairly tall weeds as if my car was the lawn mower; the old fart who had cut me off to take that parking spot came right over to me and said how sorry he was, and I sort of disbelieved his authenticity about being genuinely sorry and felt he was teasing me, and so I teased back by acting as if it was no big deal at all and said to him, “No problem at all, have a great day”. By doing this and in a way of total Hollywood acting as if what he had done to me didn't matter in the slightest bit, I won by not letting him think that what he had done had in any way made me the smallest bit aggravated, in other words, as if he had totally failed to 'get my goat', so to speak; oh Camden, New Jersey coworker of 1981, named 'Ray Massey'. Then I went into the place, and it suddenly became almost the 1802 Robin Hill Apartment from back this time in the 1980 year, only it was larger, and it had huge areas all around where the construction was totally incomplete and ugly as all dogshit, and I remember feeling quite lousy having to put up with it. Then I opened up my mail for the day and somehow learned that I was canceled by one of my credit card companies, or my account was, and I think it was a VISA card account, but cannot remember it for sure. The entire thing was quite eerie and hazy, other than it was my bank that was involved, and they had turned the account over to some collector or outside system, and that the phone number that I called afterwards to try straightening it all out, ended in the final two digits matching my birth year of '54'. That I remember as clearly as a bell, along with the fact that it was a full ten digit phone number, and the area code was not a toll free area code that normally is 800 or 888 or any other grouping of three digits, that are toll free by phone companies, and communication systems providers. While the agent was speaking to me over the phone, suddenly neither he nor I could hear each other, but we were not cut off. I could hear him keep saying hello-hello to me, and I would speak back. Then still without being disconnected, neither one of us could hear the other. This exact same MILLIONTH COUNCIL-BRIGGBASE-MILITUFORCE persecution is done to me right here on the mortal world quite often, and many of the times of this abuse and harassment, was when I would be speaking to Mister Mike Patterson down in Miami. That won't be happening any more, as he is either dead along with his brother, and most likely from the Corona Virus, and geriatric related medical issues; or else HE IS DEAD TO ME, for ignoring me for no good reason this long. Before the death of his brother, he had completely stopped ever calling me first. I would call once a week and finally, I stopped calling first and then after a month and after his brother departed from human existence, he called me up balling like a baby. He treats me like a dog, wanting me to be there for him and is never there for me. Then he told me over and over how he loves me like a brother and how I am such a great and dear pal. Well, I don't need pals like that! But onto the issues now of the persecution I had experienced in that parallel universe, or actually what my double or 'doppelganger' had just experienced. After the sudden interruption in our conversation, just when the Bank Agent had told me that he was going to reactivate my account and send a notice that an error on the part of the bank had been what had happened, to all three major credit bureau's to try and get my FICO SCORE back up from where this incident had dropped it; poof, we were disconnected without being disconnected, so I dialed him back, and this I remember in great detail, only now I can only pull up those last two digits of 5-4 in the ten digit phone number, other than the memory of quite a few '7' digits in the number. When I got him again and began to speak, the bastard mother fucking enemies did it to me AGAIN, another sudden inability of him being able to hear me, and me hearing him keep saying to me, “HELLO-HELLO-HELLO”. I awoke out of this horrible fucking experience extremely pissed off, just as if it had happened to me right here in this realm of the so-called 'waking world' part of human life. What people simply do not know and or realize about the multi-realm life that we all are living in via our dreams, is that this does absolutely effect our moods, our attitudes, and our behaviors with other people, once up and awake, sometimes all day long and even possibly carrying into many days and weeks or more of time, long after the DREAM, and most all of the time, our conscious memories are completely clueless to why we suddenly are angry or feel major dislike towards someone in our waking-lives. MY SPACE-BAR-HACK is back acting up nasty ass again, peeps, yo! If my Morianity ever has any real or lasting effects with humanity and for the good of it, let it be, Mister Marcucci Sir, the realization somehow some day, that these words speak volumes of truth that have managed to absolutely escape the human realm entirely for the fully known time of recorded history and sentient civilization. Why the mother fucking APA and their great wise psychiatrists do not see and realize this powerful truth and spread it around to the world, is anybody's goddamn best 'GUEST GUESS', with or without any wild marvelous PINK GODDESSES involved!!!!!!!! Speaking of color, and how incredibly powerful color is in so many things; I totally believe that Jewelly White not only has mind control and puppet manipulation over the three great ladies of my past, Melanie, Paula, and Patty, but also of the mighty DONALD TRUMP, explaining his obvious connections and undying love for anything of and connected to, WHITE SUPREMACY. So to quote the great Elm, NJUSAESMWG resident here peeps, Sir Dennis Snyder, with or without his major resembling 'funny face' from the internet, “And that's just reality, son”! Oh how my goddamn past forever echos my infinite hellish nightmare sub-vampiric existence, huh Sir Johnny Depp ll??????????????????



















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The main topic that will be harped on for some time now on blog chapter numbers following this number 5 chapter here, will all pertain to the powerful JEWELLY WHITE “CREW”, of influenced, dominated, controlled, mind manipulated “SMALL ARMY OF WOMEN”, you all know, and yes it follows the great number 3, the number of NUCLEAR POWER, and the number of ELECTRICITY HERSELF, told to me directly in a POWERFUL DREAM IN 1984, straight from the very lovely luscious lips of GODDESS DIANA HERSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Number 27, that's my number, LITTLE BOY”, is what this great gorgeous GODDESS spoke to me, in that powerhouse DREAM in 1984; and it has been told and blogged OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, YO YO YO YO!!!!













AUGUST OF 2006 FROM BERRYVILLE, NJ-USA



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No kind person; my blogs have very little to do with money, and a whole dog-gone lot to do with being eternally oppressed and persecuted. And this is why it is called the “EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”, as I used to have a version of similar type stuff back in the 1990's, on cassette tapes, and now, the great United States © Office has a small little opening part to it on one of me' late 1996 Musical Projects sent down to them from my House Of Horrors in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG! Wanna' make lots of money do you? First, keep track of me, and SELL SHORT, as much stock as you can, when you find out that Mark Wayne Mohr has permanently expired. Also read me' blogs and every time that I tell you the STOCK MARKET will fly to the sky, BUY the damn DOW INDEX, and if you do those two things, you will be the next multimillionaire, or possibly even the next billionaire for Crissake! So WOW THAT, lovely Mizz Winfrey, and a great big HUUUUUUUGE SIR CHESTER-FRANK Shoeknockeroutter “WEEEEEEEEEE”!







































































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My COMCAST SERVICE froze up yesterday TUESDAY after coming awake and turning on me' TV system. I had to unplug the power source again, and let it boot up. It happened right after the COMCAST DAILY UPDATE SHIT all happened, which is a pain in the fucking ass enough; so I had to wait for two reboots, just to watch my own television fucking system. Speaking of Comcast, I told on CHAPTER 5, how I walked out of that wild ESS CLUB WAREHOUSE, that was filled with electronic and musical devices; and how I wanted to “PAY MY BILL”, and do it at their office that they had, just a short distance away. I left the structure and turned left and after a short distance there was a small road that was off to the right but had no left so it was a T-intersection as they're called. That was the road that was all twisty, curvy, and windy; sort of like New Jersey's famous ROUTE-9 in the Atlantic City's inland area of Abseacon, right near the bay. Those super cool STARBURST commercials on television back in the 1997's summer time, while I would be watching that great old sixties show, “DARK SHADOWS” on the SYFY CHANNEL that were being re-run, would always have them come on. They would talk about magical roads and I know from the ads that they were talking about the same road that later on in the day, I would be driving on while going to the shore, to swim in the ocean at Atlantic City, and also simultaneously, keep trying to get to the bottom of my unfathomable search to find the missing teen-girl of my past, the GREAT SARAH. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW TO ALL OF THAT, HUH LOVELY MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY, LAND OWNER AND NON-SAND SWEEPER OF 1983 AND ITS TOTALLY MAGICAL SONG LYRICS FROM THE FUTURE MOUNTAINPEN OF MORIANITY??????? Right around a quarter shy of ten, the door slamming over and over shit is back, and I thought this fucking dog shit had been finished at the end of the hallway in Donnie's damn apartment, but either it has not, or else it's another annoying mother fucker out to endlessly persecute me, and bring me the “NAPS”, huh Agents CONDOR & FALCON? NAPS doesn't have one thing to do with being sleepy yo, does it, but rather it is a shortened abbreviation for NEVER ANY PEACE SYNDROME, am I correct, OH GREAT WISE SIRS??????????????????? Gee fucking willagars, and a great big ass 'HUUUUUUGE' “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” too!





















































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No-sir folks, it is not February 28 of 2016, but rather June 3, 2020. No Microbursts Microsucks, it is not a musical project number that I once sent for Copyright Registration, to the great illustrious United States © Copyright Office either, yo, 2020218218, or whatever that damn number comes from that the system has stored into some programmed 'dictionary memory system', yo yo yo yo yo and WEEEEEEEEE!!!!







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  • Hyperparathyroidism can be treated 90 percent of the time with the surgical removal of a single dysfunctional parathyroid gland.
  • Removal of more than one dysfunctional parathyroid gland is required in 10 percent of hyperparathyroidism cases.
  • Not everyone with hyperparathyroidism should have surgery. Many high-risk patients, for example, those with renal failure, are often treated with medication. Endocrinologists are the most-qualified subspecialists trained to make difficult decisions on which patients should have parathyroid surgery.
  • When minimally invasive parathyroid surgeons rely on only the Sestamibi parathyroid probe to find a parathyroid tumor, they run the risk of performing a noncurative surgery 10 percent of the time, because this technique is not effective in the detection of more than one parathyroid tumor.
  • Use of intra-operative rapid PTH monitoring is the only reliable technology available for documenting parathyroid surgical success in the operating room.
  • Many hospital neck ultrasounds are performed by technicians and subsequently interpreted by radiologists. Most hospital X-ray and ultrasound technicians lack the specialized experience to recognize parathyroid shadows on neck ultrasounds. Thus, the likelihood that a parathyroid tumor will be noticed by a hospital X-ray technician may be small. If ultrasound technicians do not notice parathyroid tumors while they are performing scans, there's a great chance the radiologist will miss them when reviewing the pictures.
  • The management of hyperparathyroidism has evolved rapidly in the past decade with the introduction of intraoperative parathyroid hormone testing, radio-guided surgery, and endoscopic surgery. Not surprisingly, there is a corresponding movement toward specialization of surgeons providing increasingly sophisticated treatments for head and neck endocrine disorders.*
  • Traditional parathyroid surgery requires a 3- to 5-inch incision across the neck. The procedure requires cutting skin and two muscle layers and then dissecting and lifting the thyroid, so that all four glands can be visualized. The typical duration of surgery is two hours.
  • Studies have shown that minimally invasive radio-guided parathyroid surgery (MIRP) has a 95 percent success rate. Surgical procedures typically require less than 30 minutes of operating room time. Patients rarely require an overnight stay in the hospital and recovery is often quick and painless.



* Terris, D. J., Chen, N., Seybt, M. W., Gourin, C. G. and Chin, E. (2007), Emerging Trends in the Performance of Parathyroid Surgery. The Laryngoscope, 117: 1009–1012. doi: 10.1097/MLG.0b013e3180485716. PubMed.gov, U.S. National Library of Medicine.








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Anyone who refuses to see TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT and Transdimensional Reality, as a real powerhouse truth, is nothing but a goddamn ignorant pitiful fool. But still, with the collective awareness of humanity unable to do so, their folly translates into my ENDLESS HELL, because I can never ever be fucking taken seriously! Here is my proof with one out of about four million or so other things, to just what I mean, regarding the nightmare that I just popped out of, POOPY POP and all great 'LIRR TRAIN' CONDUCTORS and doghouse builders!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go gettem' Tiger Brady! I had a nice talk on the phone with the agent who handles my account at my local bank, concerning my attempts to reestablish and rebuild my credit, after my horror show disaster with the KING FAMILY totally wiped out my good name and credit, at the end of this century's first mother fucking decade, just as you all know quite well about BY NOW; and you too, Islander Mister Joel!!!!!!!! So as you all should remember well, this all happened back last week; and yes, before all hell busted loose on the shortly to come, following SUNDAY. WOW is this fucking noise annoying this morning again. It does appear to be mother fucking maintenance crews working in that apartment, and it looks as though me' pal Donnie has been either evicted, or he is ill or dead, or else has just simply moved out! I will come back to tell more, WHEN I KNOW MORE, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!























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Yes world, when I did that little edit job as a result of the BLOGGER WEBSITE not including the first post up that I did, into the same chapter area, I reedited, but from now on, I just will do a quick CAPPING job and make a new system and post it and let the old shit just remain there, so if things do repeat every so often folks, now you will know exactly fucking why they do, as that caused me a real nasty-ass damn calamity, “JANE”, even more than your lousy-ass ENDLESS ONES GROUPATIONS! Also, notice the time on this blog, and if it seems that I took hours or even a day or more to post it up here, it is because I now just want to be ready for a counter-attack the next time my next door nabe from Dogtown, blasts me out of here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















Then we have this still somewhat strange anomaly of parallel realm lunar changes from some beyond mother humping outlandish 'TSE' (Towel-Seepage-Effects) of things. First, the more a person is getting interconnected somehow with transdimensional bullshit, or (TDBS) for short, it seems to have a no-knock-warrant effect on victims of it being given absolutely, and as Barnabas Collins the original said it so great in the late sixties, “NO CHOICE” in experiencing the after-party dominoes effect that only seems to endlessly progress with repetitive action and continuing and ever ongoing newer shit, that even appears to be compounding on, and with the older shit as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this as I experience this endlessly in my personal nightmarish life of DOE (Dogtown On Earth). And that's just reality, Mister Snyder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















So talking about lunar effects and my blogs that show a lunar cycle calendar, I thought that I had sort of gotten to the bottom of why sometimes those pasted in charts get screwed up with seemingly endlessly altering amounts of phase days. As told before, there are eight lunar phases, and four of those eight have but one day of their phase, NEW, FIRST QUARTER, FULL, AND LAST OR 3rd QUARTER. The other in-between phases where the moon builds or lessens in its complete round appearance are called the waxing and the waning crescents and gibbous's. Due to calendars and time not being perfectly cycled with astronomical events of those celestial orbiting bodies in tandem with us here on the Earth-Planet, there are some times where those four in-between lunar phases have 5 days, 6 days, and 7 days, and so I carefully look on my calendar and count them out before making my posted lunar calendar on my blogs. When there appeared to be discrepancies from time to time, I figured that the process of my re-population each month, may cause the problem, because I may be CAPPING or pasting into new blogs, from older prior blogs where the prior lunar calendar was on them. However, this has happened again this month, and without that being a factor. The ASTRAL GODS do play games with peeps like me. Peeps like me are peeps who have established records for being 'GREAT AND FANTASTIC PACKMAN BLOBS', IN THEIR ASTRAL REALITY SHOW SYSTEM of a fucking sort, and it truly is as simple as that, Sir John Colorado Henningsen, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!

















Yes, LIGHTNING was wonderful to me this morning, but I still totally believe that my leaving the computer somehow still connected while asleep all night, to the interconnected networking system (internet) and the BLOGGER-WEBSITE, along with Lightning Goddess Diana being really close to me, actually caused the TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT 'TSE' leading to that wild horrendous and monstrously fiendish nightmare that was straight out of damned DOGTOWN!!!!!!!

I've come a long way since 1979's Haunted-Hulk Man at the RPL!!!









The great Albert Einstein knew that there was an eerie connectiveness to all dots just the same way that Sir MOUNTAINPEN knows it. He called the matter, “Spooky forces”, perhaps not the most professional or scientific terminology, but yo folks and yes Mike Sucks, folksingers toothpaste TOO, it GOT THE DAMN JOB DONE!!!!!!!!!!! To peeps without a single solitary fucking dogshit clue to what is truly laying behind these cosmic OZ-CURTAINS, it is forces and they do seem to be extremely SPOOKY, just as the great man of total genius said it was!!!!!!!!!!!!! For any doubter out here to what I am telling you here, simply go and Google this information up for yourselves, yo BRO!!!!!!! When I played roulette in the great illustrious Atlantic City casinos in No Joysey; I came to learn many things about these incredible and Marcucci-Mind-Blowing “SPOOKY-FAWCES”, sir A.I. Yessir, I began to see unmistakable evidence to many off the fucking wall and quintessentially bizarre things that pertained to how I began to play my Roulette games. Just how in the name of the fucking teasing Astral-Gods of the great Catholic Purgatory, can people go to a wheel in a gaming house, and if they do something in particular such as observing over time, the numbers that come out when they are standing near the wheels that make those outcome numbers a physical world reality; actually DOES IN FACT cause the so-called forward progression of newer outcomes in the space-time continuum, to get effected far beyond the otherwise normally occurring 1:38 chance for any and all of those 38 numbers on the Roulette wheel to all come out in long running play time, in that perfect order? WHY? SPOOKY FAWCES of the Quantum Reality, that are all built into the sub-atomic realms of the dynamic quantum energies, that truly first exist, and all are in some wild programmed energetic structure 'back before' even though to the perspective of them there, there is no back before, the big bang ever happened. This may not be within the grasp of 99+% of any random readers of blogs, but take this information to any top think tank, and to any top professor of high mathematics, or to any Astrophysics Departments, and they will tell you that the Mountainpen is not a crack pot making up delusional shit, and they may want to even begin research into many things. I knew a great math-professor who is now deceased from the University of Pennsylvania back a quarter century ago, Professor Deturch as it is sounded, but was told since that this was not how his name was spelled, by a professor at the FIU, down in Miami, FLUSAESMWG; and this dude wanted to research my parallel event concepts and even told me that “I had absolutely developed a brand new mathematical discipline”. This is by no means a TRUMP-BRAG, but unlike TRUMP, my shit and my deals are totally real and true, and I would never think of lying and screwing up my reputation when all anyone ever needs to do is a full in depth research on these things and on me, and verify it all for themselves right down to the limits of their goddamn heart's desire!!!!!!!!!!!!! What else is true and totally misunderstood in present cave-days dinosaur society, is the way that dots always connect, especially in a negative pattern, such as when shit is extremely bad for me, this is when I get endless mother fucking attacks of things I absolutely detest, deplore, abhor, and cringe at in an epitomized and unspeakable way that causes my very spirit or essence to wish it could trade places with a non-existor. I speak of being fucking cunt struck right as I was ending the previous writing, with ANOTHER ASSAULT FROM MIZZ DIRTBAG JANE Crapinherpants Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit, since it is really 12:12 but as I've told you all, the clock cannot be reset to DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME on this fucked up cum-puke-her system. You can do it but within a minute or an hour or whatever, it just switches right back again to the endless year round STANDARD TIME, so at 12:12, my fucking cunt monitor screen of course is going to read out ELEVEN-ELEVEN with four nasty horrific mother fucking ONES, so here is my cunt-phlegm-rape-shun or me' ol' COMPENSATION for that right now, yo!!!!!!!!









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It is about a third hour past seven of the clock now, and it has rained all day long today and has been quite rainy off and on for some time now recently in this town. I was awakened as I said earlier, to lovely beautiful Lightning everywhere around me. I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH MY ENDLESS LOVE GODDESS DIANA. PLEASE DON'T EVER GO AWAY AND LEAVE YOUR LITTLE BOY. WOW, I was wondering why me' cum-puke-her was acting up when I started to use it, and now I know. That annoying scan scam built in thing was running, and then it goes onto display other screens that then come up, for buying expensive software that supposedly corrects all the problems that I am having, such as operations not running smoothly due to viruses and hacks and other such destructive items done to personal computers, as well as larger computing systems of the industrial world. I have no money to purchase these expensive programs to clean and rid me of these things, and as they happen, I just have to keep dealing with the messes and bullshit that it fucking causes for me, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!



















Well, the world should be able to breathe a tiny bit easier, despite that horrible damn Global Pandemic or the CVGP as I've shortened this nightmare label into on my blogs. That has not gone away by any stretch, and neither has a 20-25 percent American Unemployment Rate (AUR) as I call it. Also neither has the totally destroyed small-mans economy. Peeps never stop worrying about the big boys, and it is such a fucking endless laugh on the ignorant. They can never lose because they're the goddamn OWNER-CONTROLLERS of everything. They simply ARE NOT GOING TO ALLOW themselves to ever lose. Nothing is happening in a learn-from-history sort of way. I tried telling that to asshole fucking Mike Patterson, who was pretty damn intelligent; but he refused to even try to grasp or entertain how the so-called system of CHECKS AND BALANCES won't work today in these present political American times, in any way similar to the way that it worked back in the days of Richard Milhouse Nixon. Back then the Republicans wouldn't think or dream of acting with AN ALL PARTY LINE ATTITUDE the way they are doing now, not in a million mother fucking years. The whole entire system of 'then and now', simply has ABSOLUTELY NO COMPARATIVE features. This is why Trump the criminal insane monster was not 'successfully impeached' by a removal from office, some time back; when all sane minds know fully well that this should have happened after the horrendous incident that pertained to Ukraine. As if each thing has not been bad enough, right down to the most present quintessentially vulgar stunt that this mind bending non-Marcucci total 'subskummite' did yesterday, Tuesday June the 2nd in WASH YOUR HANDS WASHINGTON, DC, 13-600, with dispersing a peaceful demonstrating group of protesters, so that he could prove he wasn't truly the little crybaby coward that his Cuzz-Mark Mountain had just called him on his blogs, and boastfully walked outside of his W.H. gate, and down the way to that historic great church, holding SSJKK's great Holy Words in his hand, and basicly mocking the Almighty by his very actions. This man is literally so far beyond just an epitomized power hungry demon monster, that I could literally type out more unpleasant words and labels for an hour, and it would all be just a total waste of time, since no groups of verbiage terms would ever have a glimmering hope of properly describing this low class, 'novo-riche', vulgar, whacked out sicko, PHASE-4-ENTITY; who on the Astral-Plane, is literally the MASTER-CONTROLLER of the BRIGGBASE of the Olympian Province. Yes, this is a totally despicable and horrendous locale, that of course is just one of countless condition-interactions of the great Purgatory, but it is something that if any human being should ever happen to somehow visit in their sleep, by dream or soul travel, and then awaken with even the smallest memories of any of it by some human rationale; that person would go onto have a VERY VERY BAD ASS DAY, and possibly be life-altered as a result of witnessing and experiencing it, and THAT, IPY all, oh wonderful Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I will say that all four police officers involved in the death and murder of poor Mister George Floyd, did not have one of their better days either today, June 3rd.

Minnesota prosecutors not only changed that silly manslaughter charge to M2, but the other three partner officers were charged as being complicit in the same crime, and in Minnesota law, that is about the strictest state in this union for being accomplices to felony criminal activity. So at least some damn ass justice was done and maybe the people may just shortly relax a little bit. Maybe there is a small glimmering hope for the goddamn United States. And another thing. I doubt that my distant cousin Donald the President is hated by anyone more than me, but I will still remind any and all semi-rationally thinking peeps out here that we cannot just look at TRUMP ONLY, when we see all of this horrible shit. Trump had to come from somewhere, and I mean EARTHLY as this is not an Astral-Plane discussion right now. This BASE of his, literally Earthly dot connected, and by no means coincidental with BRIGGBASE, where he is MC there; but yes, this 'very large minority' of extremely dangerous people, needed a leader, and simultaneously, Trump needed a group of powerful and agreeing 'subjects' for his future dynasty, Kingship, and control and dominance. This was the invisible match made in heaven deal that has seemingly gone right smack dab over the heads of nearly one hundred percent of the American populous for crying out fucking louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to get OUT AND VOTE-VOTE-VOTE-VOTE-VOTE; AND NO SIR, NOT FOR ANY OF THOSE REPUBLICAN MONSTERS WHO ARE THERE TO DO ONLY ONE THING, AND THAT IS SUPPORT DONALD TRUMP, AND HIS EVIL WHITE-POWER AGENDAS, from his mighty fortress, the WHITE HOUSE!!!! So, now just how DOESN'T the great ASTRAL VIQUEEN fit into all of this PHASE-4-ENTITY, and his dominance and control, or wannabe D&C over all of the poor innocent frail little 'losers and lightweight shits', as he has called the rest of us for five years now, since he threw his hat into the ring in middle 2015???????????????????? The most obvious thing in all of this is having me completely MIND CONTROLLED IN EARLY 1994, while residing at Mizz Patricia Meeker's rental home on route 561, in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG; and while I was transcribing my book of so-called goddamn fiction, that really WAS NOT, “TPB”, and getting me to supposedly create or MAKE UP a character, by the name of what other than “JULIA WHITE”, for CRISSAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH LOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now back to the all-dots-endlessly-connecting deal or really the JRSS. If nothing else, think of one as the heads side of a coin and the other as the tails side of that same coin. I randomly chose to scroll into my OPEN-OFFICE files and cut and paste or (CAP) into my CHAPTER 6 blog, the old blog of CHAPTER # 125, of the BLOG BOOK called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, or for short, I reduced it merely to “gtnotg”! Here we instantly see the greatest NON-MARCUCCI MIND BLOW SO FAR IN ALL OF FUCKING MORIANITY, at least IMHO!!!!!! I pasted in an area of the “OTHER” non-Harrah ELECTION YEAR, you know folks, 2016, the one that precedes this one in the present times of the 2020 year of total HELLISHNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But examine carefully all the shit that I said, and then just look the fuck around you at the world right now. As I said regarding me' own damn daughter 'Merry' whom the world knows as another name, are these things intentional, and if they are then they are, to quote Merry's distant cuzz Dawn-Marie, but if naut Mizz AT&T BLAKE of 1983, well, now we have to admit either one of two possibilities here. Either Mountainpen and his wise words of the (JRSS) are behind these inconceivable OZ-CURTAINS, or else for no good reason that pertains to any possible discernable rational reason or logic, all of these persons of great power and wealth and celebrity have just chosen me to connect up into and then do all of this for all of these many many years and even decades of time? Hey, it has to be one or the mother fucking other, folksingers, and Microsucks FOLKS TOOthpaste TOO, yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEE!!!!!

THE END AND STINKING TO DGTN. 'BEEGEE'!





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SHORT BLOG 10
TEOHIV/TIMCAM BLOG-BOOK
TIME IS 'ONT' NOT REAL, SO WHO CARES
NOTHING REALLY BEGINS OR ENDS, LIKE
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Well giant Gina, am I right when I am right or snot, big lovely queen? Told U the ALEE would score with a FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE ALL WEEKEND, the weekly score, ALEE-450. Maybe some one in the fucking Federal Bureau of Investigation, in-between workouts in the gym over in Philly, might take me seriously when this goes fucking on and on week after week or until I am dead, witch-ever comes 1st. Gina told me how powerful she was, and when she broke my arm, arm-wrestling, back in '97, she gave me that cute little look and voice saying, “told-ya”. Well, Gina my giant cutie pie, I TOLD U.




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I know that several other things were on that vanished-Chapter-6 that have not yet been re-blogged and restored into Morianity, and this chapter will attempt to complete this task along with adding some great updated and newer cow crap to boot!!!!!!!!!!









Before even trying to open up into how all things connect so incredibly, and also into all great houses of WHITE with all great trash companies as well as VIQUEENS, or especially the Top-Lieutenant Viqueen, as we would sort of identify with ranks of military operations here on this human realm of physical life. I of course speak here of the lovely sixteen year old JEWELLY, or “The Permission Barrier's” incredible character, 'JULIA WHITE'. When I did guard duty as both a private-guard, as well as the Site Sergeant later on a ways, who was also the site-rover, who went around checking on various guard posts at this Tulleytown Landfill Dump in Pennsylvania-USA; I also had a regular place that was always to be checked and secured that was situated right on the main road that went all around and into the adjoining twin landfill, as there were two. One was actually in Tulleytown while the other one was one or two miles away on the very same huge property, and if memory is serving me, was situated at the gate called, “POST 120”. If I am in error, then that post was the Main Gate, down the ways some, but whether I have them reversed in my mind or not, one of those gate-posts was indeed (Post 120), as in 12---0, never escaping that powerfully magical BIBLICAL HOLY NUMBER OF '12', which is my point. My other point is that the main headquarters was a house structure also situated on the main road, all owned by the Florida Maroony family bought 'AUTO NATION' old capitalist swine bag, owner of WASTE MANAGEMENT (WM). Anyone in the far southern parts of the state of RED-FLORIDA knows to this very day about AUTO NATION and their obsession with the PINK GODDESS; only you only know about their obsession with the color of PINK! But way beyond 'thissssssss', oh lovely Erica Snakes Lucci Kane mah'm, is the fact that this WHITE HOUSE, owned by the WM peeps, was actually called, at least when I was working there in 2002; the “WHITE HOUSE”. But there is a million tons or more of other incredible dots that all connect together in TRASH and WASTE, as well as the recently purchased by the waste kings (WM) company known as CIFALOGLIO, also into the very same thing, but when I worked there shortly after leaving the WM DUMP, it was not yet purchased by WM and Cifaloglio was just Cifaloglio. Earlier blogs some time back showed how in 2011 shortly after I had left Cifaloglio and New Jersey at the end of 2009, this buy out happened. All of the peeps employed in the entire Hammonton (Blueberry Capitol of the world), are just about comprised of South American 'ILLEGALS'. The entire Atlantic County Law Enforcement System is totally aware of this truth, and has no plans to ever enforce national regulations or stopping it, as it would wipe out the berry business. But these same South American immigrants who have illegally migrated into BERRYVILLE, are all a part of peeps who had been placed directly into the realm of what Morianity has called and still does, “a PLAYFIELD”. This is an actual ASTRAL-PLANE arena of a sort that has managed to work its way out into the physical and tangible reality of human life on this PHYSICAL-PLANE of COSMOS, our universe around us if you will. They were all part of marrying into the KING FAMILY, and also, had been placed at Cifaloglio, to open up my eyes to the hugest 500,000,000 dollar Inductotherm secret of the metaverse, and that being, the inconceivable and beyond surreal, totally mind boggling and unfathomable 1980 MILLIE VANILLIE LIP-SYNCH done to me on May 1, 1980, at the Maxfield Recording Studios of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, owned by Proprietor Mister Jan Nace, who left NO JOYSEY shortly after all of this had been PLAYFIELD ACCOMPLISHED, to become a “California Stockbroker”, or so I was told by an extremely reliable source!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now also lost was an entire diatribe about climate change, how I was totally wrong and finally pulled a DONNA GAINES SUMMER and reevaluated a lot of my preconceived notions on the entire Global Warming topic, as I too was what the Democrats would have called, a warming-climate-denier or WCD, and I was a real staunch dues paying member of the club, BUT NO MORE. I went into great detail about how as a boy living in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, I observed a large and totally unmistakable alteration in the way the autumn foliage was happening. I speak of how the leaves began to drop off of the trees and alter their color, later and later and later, after somewhere in the last year of the nineteen-sixties somewhere, and this altered over about a half decade of time and it never cycled back. I also told about how the great Gulf Stream which is a large river that runs right inside of the Atlantic Ocean and right off of the east coast of America and was right practically in my own back yard, was the main cause of this event, and how it had moved just a short ways off from where it always had been situated for centuries, and how this was indeed making a lot of news and was topic of conversation for many people everywhere at the time when it was all going down in real time. I won't be retyping that entire story in detail on this blog, but will be rehashing the general idea of it as more blogs indeed follow, as well as of course, tie the great JEWELLY VIQUEEN WHITE directly into this matter in an absolutely unmistakable way, yo!!!!!!!!!! Also I know that I discussed the greatest DOT CONNECTING 'JRSS' deal of them all, the mother load, and the Holy Grail if you will, all combined, of it all. That being, none other than how anyone at any time can TUNE INTO the effect of dot connectiveness reality, or DCR for short, simply by performing a century or more old now trick, done by the great Christians of the world with their great HOLY BIBLE! Those who think that only the BIBLE however, will work in that way, simply are ignoring the powerful truths of just how 'GOD IF YOU WILL' created this cosmic expansion that surrounds us all, and I don't mean outer space, but EVERYTHING at the very center-point of our ISNESS OF BEING that goes onto extend outwardly beyond it, so yes, including the expansion of outer space but in no way at all beginning at the final upper layers of the planet's atmosphere. It starts RIGHT AT OUR ISNESS OF BEING, an invisible zero dimensional reality or as religious folks use the very misunderstood terminology and word of, “SOUL”! All I ever have to do is scroll at random, into my Open-Office document files, and randomly and quickly into anything, open up the file and blog, and then scroll down to anywhere, or even if the 'spirit moves me', cut and paste 'CAP' the entire blog. On the vanished CHAPTER-6, I was talking about some really incredible shit, and then I told how I happened to just pick and choose CHAPTER 128 of the BLOG-BOOK called, GTNOTG, and these initials are of course an abbreviation for the title words of, “Guess The Name Of The Guests”. I will never perfectly reconstruct the way it originally was, but I have to believe that the factions on my side of the army, will use that horrible weekend disaster and SNAFU, as the word goes in military circles, at least according to my NAVAL-FATHER in the WWll days; will all mysteriously and JRSS magically be turned around for good in the very long running play of total material world eventualities. Hey yo, even if my super great and ultra talented daughter did not do a whole lot of things during the past quarter century of human world time now that was intentional in all of this beyond wild junk; then it was all done as a result of the RANDOM-SCROLL effect, and THAT is all I'm really trying to convey here in all of this! I mean, come on lovely BIG O, and COMMERCE-TD-BANK; I still have my checks from those Berryville trailer park days, and printed right on them was my address and NON-CALLIO phone number, in fact, the only numbers that are 'NAUT' on them, were GAWKY GAUKAUK'S BOXED NUMBERS; am I correct here, oh wonderful New York State Governor Quomo, sir? How I have enjoyed watching his weekend governor news conferences on the great and awesome Cable Network News (CNN). It really does a lot to hear voices of reason, during these times of unfathomable calamity, and sociological upheaval!!!!!!!!! No I am not speaking of the CALLIO NUMBER or the great FLATLINERS MOVIE, or what happened to that awesome Mister Kevin Bacon in the great show right before the subway train went down into the Chicago tunnels, or goose drinking any Jesus juices, but I am speaking of MY telephone number! You see people, I AM INDEED A PACK RAT, as I've learned to never dispose of things because they always come in very fucking handy sooner or later in my totally monstrous horrendous nightmare messed up life, that is caused by Jim Burr's 'magically somehow known', FAMILY CURSE that CUZZ DONNIE used to call many decades ago, the MASON CURSE, and that I've since changed into its true and accurate description, the ***HUNTINGTON CURSE***!!!!!!! Sir John Henningsen of Colorado said it only too goddamn well, “It's just that simple, Mark”!













I was worried when I woke up on Sunday the final and 31st day of May, that I would have some serious problems and issues, due to an extremely vivid nightmare where I was with my Long Island cousins 'Scott' and 'Christopher', who I've not seen since I was eighteen years old in the end of 1972. This was when they were age four, and age eleven; up in Babylon, New York; and then later on in other surrounding villages of the great Woodie Guthrie's Long Island as well when Aunt Ruth took me on a road trip!!!!!!!! Ruth Huntington, my mother's first cousin straight up as she was one of my mom's sisters daughter's, or something along these lines, had married a German immigrant in New York City. He had gone into the banking business as a young lad and had been successfully vetted by the FBI and other national systems as this was indeed the war times, and Germany was not exactly our friend back then. Aunt Ruth was a Librarian in the city, and they met there, shortly married and moved into the Ammityville, New York area, also up on the great island. Supposedly she died in 1977 from a 'flu shot' but I have heard in more recent times that this had to be another HUNTINGTON CLOSETED SECRET, and perhaps there was some dirty shenanigan's going on, because peeps don't die from flu shots, not ever. Sort of like another gas left on and everyone died in their sleep fairytale until family peeps were old enough to learn about the Massachusetts massacre. In any case, her hubby who was an extremely successful banking executive and one of the top executives of those days and times in the entire banking circle, managing to make it to Senior Vice President of the WORLD'S SECOND LARGEST BANK AT THE TIME, CHEMICAL NATIONAL, and he retired early in the nineteen-eighties. But shortly after my Aunt Ruth, 'and his wife', died of that supposed FLU-SHOT, he remarried; and the records on the present internet, seem to only reflect his newer wife, and forgotten completely about his first and original wife that for all I know, maybe he murdered her and got away with it, as murders, and incest, and suicide, and lots of fucking mental illness IS ALL THROUGHOUT THIS GODDAMN GREAT HUNTINGTON CLAN, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Now in this wild ass nightmare that I popped out of, at just past noon back last fucking cunt Sunday, peeps; I was with my two third cousins twice removed, named Christopher and Scott, and I pretty much remember some familiar scenery of being in the Babylon, New York area right near the home owned by my Uncle Heinz Gottwald and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, at 175 Peninsula Drive across from a very exclusive and snooty yacht club on the bay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What made the nightmare were things spoken to me by these New York cousins, whom I only knew and remembered as children, and when I still was into my late teens, in the Christmas holiday season of the year of 1972, while there with my mom on a family visit. MY SPACE-BAR-HACK IS ACTING UP AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee, I wonder why, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRR????? On this blog today, I won't be getting into all of it and I most likely will be later on as June progresses, but for right now, I need to tell you that they were telling me that my blogs were causing major problems around the world and that my death and murder was being planned by the powerful people spoken of by an old realtor pal of mine from 1988, Sir Scott Ransom of the 'Todd' Realty, and NAUT COLLINSPORT ANTIQUE BREATHERS LEVIATHANS SHOP, with wild 'occult-hippie', Sir Jabez Hawks!!!!!!!!!! Then after coming out of this nightmare which you don't have all of the parts to yet people; one hour later, kaboom, my world came crashing mother fucking in, as you all do know about in full elaborated fucking detail! OH Sir Barnabas Collins, and naut Johnny Depp; “IS IT TIME”????????????????????????? Yessir Governor Quomo, if lovely Amy Madigan will allow me to quote her from that marvelous 1988 FOD-MOVIE, you are a lot like the great sixties author, TM, you know, “A voice of reason in all of this madness”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME IS OFF THE SCALES, SHERIFF MASCARA. ANYONE WHO LIKES TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS TO POST TO YOUTUBDE AND OTHER PLACES, OF GIANT POISONOUS CHEMTRAILS; JUST COME TO FORT PIERCE FLORIDA, AROUND ORANGE AND SEVENTH AVENUES, RIGHT NOW, TODAY; THIS FUCKING CUNT SECOND DAY IN MARCH OF 2016. THIS IS THE WORST DEATH SIEGE I HAVE BEEN UNDER IN DECADES, AND MY DEATH IS AT HAND. I CAN HARDLY BREATHE AND I WILL MOST LIKELY BE DEAD THANKS TO SHERIFF MASCARA'S REFUSAL TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, AND MAKE THE SLIGHTEST ATTEMPT TO RENDER ASSISTENCE TO A CITIZEN OF HIS COUNTY!









Donald Trump is pure magic, and he does not really live here, only his body and seeming life. Ever since he decided to run for cunt chewing fucking president last June, this all started going off the scale, even mother fucking worse than back in 1986 when it began, which was more than monster ass fucking bad enough. His real name in a parallel universe where I speak to him often is Shorty MacInvondi. When he becomes our next top dog, the end of us all is at hand, and anyone who was alive in the old days around my age and ever read a mother fucking goddamn bible, knows this is total truth, and he has me out of my mind, and so yes, my language is going to be quite fucking cunt lapping atrocious.







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This is murder, murder, murder. I have been tormented and tortured by these New York and New Jersey enemies for thirty solid fucking cunt ass years, and there is no way that my aging frail pathetic wimpy body can stand too much more of this, and I accuse the county I live in after I am dead, of permitting my murder to take place, forcing my life to be cut short through this never ending torment and torture. This is an official mother fucking dying utterance and dying declaration.









You know 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years ago when people doubted my problems with my cousin, that was one thing. Now that they all see the monster that he truly is and that my claims are all real, they still live under a mother fucking total trance as if he is able to perform mass hypnosis on the whole fucking shit eating world. Then I am still doubted. How can I win? I have been up front and honest from the start of it all, just as I now tell you I am getting another mother fucking freeze up on this machine at 7:11. Ladder 15 deactivated the alarm eleven minutes ago but this siege on me will be major and last and last, unless my cunt chewing sheriff decides to assist me before it is too goddamn fucking late and he has my murder on his hands later on today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





1) HEY WORLD, I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



2) HEY WORLD, I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO WHO WANTS TO MAKE IT THREE, AND FOUR, AND FIVE, AND SO ON?

HOW ABOUT MIZZ VIQUEEN JEWELLY WHITE?

I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!





Nothing ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked 24-7-365.242199, and you won't lift a fucking cunt chewing finger to aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit there with your thumbs stuck up your ass and do nothing at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff, Nothing ever changes Sheriff!!!!!!!!!





























HEY LOVELY VIQUEEN JEWELLY WHITE, HACKERS HAVE SCREWED UP ALL OF ME' GREAT PHOTOS!





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Thank you folks, and have a very nice day, something the MILITUFORCE will never let me do, am I correct WPIX-TV-1988, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR?




















YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT WRONG.


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This evil sick rally is not because of any explainable actions or situations coming from the world. It has gone flying on this rally up towards ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS VERY SOON, all on the back of the torment and ICPE-APE technology, of killing and wiping out one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO YO YO!!!














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No Detective Green sir; they didn't want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE. We know what's being said, sir, and you're one hell of a cool dude, YO!!! Well it's time for me to put my fucking affairs in order and get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and fucking cunt over, and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet fucking eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all know that one, allberries Roddenberry and Pink Goddess.







Endless hyperspace exploration SUCKS & SUCKS!!!!!

There will be a lot of mother fucking dirt bag capitalist pigs and their families, mysteriously killed by Magnesonic. You'll all be very very mother fucking sorry for murdering me and destroying my entire mother fucking dick licking ass life, YO!!!!! How about those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC? Bill said, ''Mark, you spit in the guy's cereal''. I said, ''What Bill, I didn't do anything''? He then said to me, ''Oh yes you did, he saw you writing that report''. Oh Lordess, should I worry about getting myself shot, or maybe my pals, the EWF 'Ramsey-Louis-Hutchinson's, will come over with DEEZY, and all of them can lift me up, and tell me I don't like them. You know what, maybe I don't like all these folks so much, but I wish them all well. This is their world, and I just want to get out of here, Mister Callas!!!!!!!! MURDER IS AGAINST THE LAW. EXECUTION FOR MURDERERS IS NOT!!!!! SO 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA as in PUBLIC ADDRESS, PA as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) where ADA Wirtz told me that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really ultimate original Latin-PA-root. I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE, from killing ones father?







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PRISH-----someone who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation, or he's a real prish.









There is nothing fucking prishy about my nightmare or my horrible fucking enemies from hell.









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I am a very strong believer in certain bible verses being more than just very important to know off the top of ones head, but literally burned and etched into the very essence or (spirit) of each one of us. Right now the one that I am concerned with is seeking and finding, knocking on doors so they'll be opened, etcetera. I more than most know how powerful this is, and many might disagree with my thoughts and beliefs, and that's fine and well, as I am totally for freedom, 100%. A lot of people think this bible verse is some weird supernatural commandment whereby if we wish to have wisdom in general or on one particular matter at any given present point, we pray and read bible scripture and watch for the major events surrounding our lives and so forth. That is all fine and well, but using only big things is a lot like major record labels in the music business, verses all of the independent music, and undiscovered music, throughout decades of time. Hey, again you can disagree with me, but I say bullshit, when it comes to the music idea; so why would this thing with looking for wisdom and then finding it only through the most ''MAJOR'' events around us, to be the ultimate key?





I look at the smaller items every bit as much as some of the larger ones, when I seek guidance on many things. Besides running to mystical magical large black panther cats and their numerological wisdom, I also believe that every single thing around you, once you question anything, is automatically signaled by way of lawtronic built in programs of a sort, to show and reveal answers. If someone has access to a lot of people and places, and their lives are filled with busy interactiveness with numerous other folks; this is one thing. When others such as myself, in poor health, are more or less shut ins with very little outside interaction, then other things come into play which substitute those other things, such as what we may see and hear on the television, or radio, or internet, or what have you. I am going to connect that with what I now tell you, and by ''you'', I mean basically me someday down the line when I retrieve this information. I know there is no legitimate viewing audience, and those few who do read me are all just assholes and enemies. So this blog is for the most part, Mister Chris Bennett and Mister Ed Lynch, merely my own detailed memories for my own later reflections!





Even before I left the Cooley Hall and school at age eighteen years and two months, I was being very carefully watched and monitored by some sort of force or group or whatever it may be, that are also encountered by those who attempt to get to the bottom of various paranormal or extraterrestrial related things. Some call them MIBS for men in black with sun shades over their eyes, and there are other names from UFOCI'S (Club Infiltrators) and I have heard a laundry list of other names that need not be included right now on this blog text. Even as a boy in Atlantic City, I was always being targeted by them, and today these people have somehow merged with the entertainment world, the high end military forces, and the billionaires and other financial-economic controllers of global society. When the death-siege persecution on me all seemingly began happening, or when things really got started on me, where anyone keeping a dairy or a chart system would unmistakably see this truth reflected back, as an undeniable reality, which occurred on August 15, 1986; these listed entities, were those that seemed mostly connected directly, with the attempt to totally wipe me out, and destroy me, in some super stealthy black operation and covert devious manner; like a wild sick demented group, and legion of demons sent against me, straight from hell. However I look at all of this, certain constants and certain truths always remain. One of these truths is that this power on and against me can be accurately measured, and it is real, and I am not crazy, nor am I imagining any of this. Others too have witnessed it, and run for cover, never looking back, and this of course has led to the entire world either on one side causing this to all happen against me, while the other side, endlessly runs far away and distances themselves from me forever. I will tell you now as I have told you before, or really me. This is coming now from the National Broadcasting Company, the Comcast Corporation, and Donald J. Trump, who of course is all intertwined throughout those two entities. Still, this three sided sword has literally sliced my entire life apart since the nineteen seventies turned into the eighties and the nineties, and has then progressed onward right up and through present times of 2016. Now things are reaching an absolute ultimate crescendo. If I could have had my blog work out the way Chris and Ed had told me it should, I may have been able to come out of this. But of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new god called Microsoft Corporation who owns and controls Google, Youtube, Facebook, and all of it. There never ever was any chance at all for me to come out of this. The last laugh was on me all the time. It always boils down to the ultimate reality of the great card game that most children have learned and played, called WAR. There are spins that even great NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These mother fuckers have made sure to place me into one of them, right after I had met David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985. From there, it has been one down hill ride straight into blood sucking hellfire with no possible way of escape. This is why I do not believe in any way, in any kind of a father god who is loving or caring. I believe this is the biggest hoax ever fucking perpetrated on humanity.

YOU'D BE ASKING TOO MUCH OF ME, YO!!!

I CANNOT DISBELIEVE WHAT DECADES HAVE PROVEN OUT!!!






Naturally, their evil stock market is flying up. It will fly up to 30,000 points before election day. Everyone is not a fool or stupid. The reason people vote the way they do is because they have an active T3E inside of them and controlling them, and soon when it is all over, and I mean ALL OVER; they will be themselves again, only the voting they do will not be erasable. The Milituforce will now run this entire planet, and I will have the last laugh after death as I did try and warn people, and they just laughed at me all the way.

EVEN 'RUSSIAN MC'ERS' CAN'T HACK MY MIND!

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There are so many surreal ongoing events all over the place, that if I were to even think about attempting to list them or get into this, I would be defeating the very purpose of not wasting time and energy on absolutely futile endeavors. I am going to very carefully say things that many must be thinking, and then move along in a few quick other areas. Morianity told things when it began, and maybe not in the order that Egg Harbor City resident Mizz Know-It-All Terry would have liked, but instead, in a cosmic way that is way more appropriate. Attempting to do Morianity in some chronological order equals quintessential absurdity squared, so turn that into a math formula, Mister al Einstein. I am getting some weird hacking that I am not yet sure of so I am not going to discuss it unless it persists, FCC Ex-Director-Chairman Robert McDowell and ex-buddy from 1972, at the great Cooley wormhole Hall, of Haddonfield, NJ, USA, ESMWG.







Oh gash gee wiz golly willagars darn it; surreal with a capital 'S' would not begin to describe how the ESS can control major events in individual reality worlds. A quick movement into sports players, or a semi prolonged movement into voters, and you know what, I am really darn butt eating tired of trying to explain things to a totally wacky world of folks who think that they are so smart, and despite seeing how stuff around us simply makes no sense and could not possibly be happening, without the explanation of the ESS, yet still ignore me, the one person with the honest true answers to all of it; goes so far beyond amazing and unfathomable that you could measure this distance in galaxies. To quote Mike McNulty from 1971 in Exton, PA, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!









I did everything within my limited resources and powers to type in things like the pasted in item below for years and years, and got nowhere with any of you. Now you wonder why and just how things can possibly be this screwy all over the planet, and the answer still is the ESS.















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I went out for some Chinese food today and there was a very spurious asshole around on one of those battery exploding motorized stand boards we all see advertised recently. He was up on my floor going back and forth in the hallway and then when I went to get into my vehicle, he popped up right next to me and had followed me outside. He most likely is another friend of James and Family and these illegal garbage suckers that can do anything they please, and get away with it, while I on the other hand am not allowed to suck on a lollypop to aid my glandular condition, here in Fort Dictatorship Pierce, Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















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FEBRUARY 28, 2016,

SUNDAY NIGHT AT 8:44,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 53 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-70/L-44).

HUMIDITY IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 53 DEGREES.

WIND IS E AT 2, WITH GUSTS TO 17.

NO RAINFALL, AND PREDICTED LOW IS 55.













Part of this new hack is some weird crap where after I darn highlight an area for making a change to it, half a second later the area highlighted is altered to a nearby area, many times one line away, and then if I don't catch it and forget about it and just make the change, it of course comes out all screwed the heck up. Hackers if I was king of this planet, would all be put to death by slow agonizing torture, and that is no phony bologna statement, I mean every last dog gone word of that, folks!!!!!!!!!!





What You Should Know About Treating Hyperparathyroidism


  • Hyperparathyroidism can be treated 90 percent of the time with the surgical removal of a single dysfunctional parathyroid gland.
  • Removal of more than one dysfunctional parathyroid gland is required in 10 percent of hyperparathyroidism cases.
  • Not everyone with hyperparathyroidism should have surgery. Many high-risk patients, for example, those with renal failure, are often treated with medication. Endocrinologists are the most-qualified subspecialists trained to make difficult decisions on which patients should have parathyroid surgery.
  • When minimally invasive parathyroid surgeons rely on only the Sestamibi parathyroid probe to find a parathyroid tumor, they run the risk of performing a noncurative surgery 10 percent of the time, because this technique is not effective in the detection of more than one parathyroid tumor.
  • Use of intra-operative rapid PTH monitoring is the only reliable technology available for documenting parathyroid surgical success in the operating room.
  • Many hospital neck ultrasounds are performed by technicians and subsequently interpreted by radiologists. Most hospital X-ray and ultrasound technicians lack the specialized experience to recognize parathyroid shadows on neck ultrasounds. Thus, the likelihood that a parathyroid tumor will be noticed by a hospital X-ray technician may be small. If ultrasound technicians do not notice parathyroid tumors while they are performing scans, there's a great chance the radiologist will miss them when reviewing the pictures.
  • The management of hyperparathyroidism has evolved rapidly in the past decade with the introduction of intraoperative parathyroid hormone testing, radio-guided surgery, and endoscopic surgery. Not surprisingly, there is a corresponding movement toward specialization of surgeons providing increasingly sophisticated treatments for head and neck endocrine disorders.*
  • Traditional parathyroid surgery requires a 3- to 5-inch incision across the neck. The procedure requires cutting skin and two muscle layers and then dissecting and lifting the thyroid, so that all four glands can be visualized. The typical duration of surgery is two hours.
  • Studies have shown that minimally invasive radio-guided parathyroid surgery (MIRP) has a 95 percent success rate. Surgical procedures typically require less than 30 minutes of operating room time. Patients rarely require an overnight stay in the hospital and recovery is often quick and painless.

* Terris, D. J., Chen, N., Seybt, M. W., Gourin, C. G. and Chin, E. (2007), Emerging Trends in the Performance of Parathyroid Surgery. The Laryngoscope, 117: 1009–1012. doi: 10.1097/MLG.0b013e3180485716. PubMed.gov, U.S. National Library of Medicine.




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Patty Hollister told me many things over the phone in 1975, shortly after she and her pal Santa North moved my mom and me from 015 Oakland Avenue, Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of Lindenwold, several miles to the southeast, back on March 1, 1975, 41 years ago. One of those things discussed in particular was about life in general. I look back now and think that maybe that is why one of the parameters of my life charts that I started around July of 1982 somewhere thereabout, was called the General-Life parameter. But a much larger item that believe it or not all pertinent to this conversation, was in Atlantic City on Tennessee Avenue, in a parallel universe where Sarah was flinging cigars with her fingers and sending them flying against the wall of the Endicott Hotel. In this parallel universe, Robert McGuire had no bar on this street, and where this bar and hotel was here in this universe where I type this blog, was the New Jersey State Police, and their magical dispatcher Elvis Presley. I know your son in law got ideas from me in 2009, so let's not pretend none of this is real, huh voters of the great TRAVELING DREAMS, without any pants!!! Oh you all got me all right, Patty. Let's all meet at the gay-house next to the comic book stand, huh Misses Bassler!!! I am so very disappointed in Hilary for not believing what I told her. If she had listened she would have already known all of these things that have gone down so far in this darn election. Oh well, ''I tried''; George burns and Gracie Allan!!!!!!!!!




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You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















When someone tries and tries Sir George, and no one listens, then you know what? I ain't gonna cry one darn tear for any of them. We've all been doomed for a long time, and sooner or later it just had to work its

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The minute I made real trouble for these washcloths, Mizz Hilary, you and I both know, with or without being snowed in, just what went down all around me. I thought you might want to have some wild stuff to use on the guy. If you want to do it all in secret, please be my guessed guess, as I will not in any way disapprove. The ESS may not ever be stopped or exposed, but I feel you and hubby know some little bit about these top secret truths from Majestic Level TS-#12! Everything we hear about the Hold the Mayo Clinic is that it is free. But when I called, it was NOT FREE. We all know how this works, and this is how the entire election has been rigged so far with everybody. No one ever wants to know truths that are as horrible and monstrous as what I know to be true.














Last night I was in that parallel universe where the Cifaloglio place is very different. I wanted to control the trip, but found myself powerless to do so, limiting me to a type-2-Exploratron. There are many reasons for why it is no easy task for moving into a more than one ambiguous meaning journeyman type-3 from type-1 or type-2 exploratron. It is just easier for me to go around again and be on that stinking rotten train and go into my next cycle. I feel that each time I go through this, things are progressing worse and worse. I have two choices if I can ever not allow the enemies who appear to be following me back each time, to convince me I am just a delusional buttwipe kid. I am keeping both of these things to myself, for very obvious reasons, and my Milituforce enemies may think they have successfully crawled into my head and know, but I promise them that they are not as darn smart as they may think they are.











Friday and Sunday mornings, I suffered through two more extremely horrendous leg charlie horses, Friday was my left calf, while this morning, it was my right calf. The pain is Christless excruciating if I do say so myself! It may take me a trillion years, but I know fully well I will watch all of these rotten stinking no good bums suffer under inconceivable torment for all eternity, for what they have done to me! Oh baby, is that ever a total promise, YO!

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Folks; in attempting to reconstruct what was lost over the mother fucking dick licking weekend, with my WORST WEEKEND DEATH SIEGE IN THE HISTORY OF MY FLORIDA HELL-LIFE; ALL I CAN DO IS REMEMBER THE BEST AS I CAN, THE THREE THINGS THAT I LAID DOWN AS NEEDED FOUNDATIONS BEFORE TACKLING LARGER RELATED ISSUES AS WELL AS LEARN FROM MISTAKES. ALL BLOGS OF REAL SIGNIFICANCE, AND THIS ONE WAS ONE OF THOSE; I HAVE A PIECE OF WHITE EIGHT AND A HALF BY ELEVEN INCH PAPER WITH SCRIBBLED NOTES, FROM WHERE I THEN DO THE ACTUAL WRITING OF THE BLOG, AND NORMALLY I KEEP THEM IN A 'HARD-WORLD JUNK-FILE', HERE IN THE APARTMENT. BUT THIS TIME, AND FOR THE GODS ONLY KNOW WHAT MOTHER FUCKING REASON; I TORE IT ALL UP INTO SIXTEEN PIECES, AND THREW IT OUT WITH SUNDAY MORNING'S TRASH. CHAPTER 6 IS GONE FOREVER, BUT I WILL DO MY VERY BEST NOW, TO REDO THE MAJOR PARTS OF IT HERE, ON THIS CHAPTER-9, YO!!!!!!!!!!!









The three main topics that Jewelly White the great Astral Viqueen all fits so perfectly into and with, in all of this fifteen year project on the internet called 'MORIANITY'; are, or can at least be boiled down, believe it or naut Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake; into three categories: My major 'fake speaks', that include the greatest horror show of them all, where I am only talking aloud to myself, and then two other times where my mother was involved, and was made privy to the fact that the words that I was speaking to her were COMPLETELY FAKE AND PHONY! Then there is the wild and absolutely magical JRSS connection into WASTE AND TRASH, such as when I was placed as a contract-security-guard, at both the Tulleytown Landfill DUMP owned by the nationally well known WM peeps (Waste Management), and then later on by a totally different security company, the one and only CIFALOGLIO, and how these two places of waste-dumps and trash and recycling, all connect up into the ever connecting quantum reality dots, of the two top recording artists of their day and times, Donna Summer, and Mariah Carey, and baring further in mind how I was totally set up one day by weird Mexican-Illegals, to literally not being able to miss a magazine article that I know fully well was sitting at a place where I would have to see while on my security rounds, pertaining to the both of them, while working that day. Those same illegals made me realize what I have since labeled, the TRUE MILLIE VANILLIE deal, or however that nineties musical group spelled their name, was behind those fantastic Oz-Curtains from my past when indeed my non DELMO TUNES had been lip-synched onto two of my four DEMO TUNES back on May 1, 1980 at the great Maxfield Recording Studio on Beidamin Avenue, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG! Funny too how the only thing separating the word DEMO which is short for the word 'DEMONSTRATION', and as in demonstration records in the musical world, and the Christian name of Delmo as in Henry Cifaloglio's son, is the “L” letter, and this of course is the 12th letter in the alphabet, and it has a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' meaning for myself, and has been discussed in my MORIANITY for the entire nearly fifteen years of the INTERNET VERSION of it! Also lost in Chapter 6 was the nearby Trenton, NJUSAESMWG Night Club where my coworker at the Landfill Dump on the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware River, Mister Kevin Willis, had stolen my 'KATE' SONG and then I shortly thereafter heard it playing in Atlantic City on Atlantic Avenue at some record shop where MY SONG down to the last bars and notes but with different lyrics, was blaring out while I was slowing down for an oncoming red traffic light, not all that far from the MAGICAL SIXTIES TENNESSEE AVENUE area!!!!!!!!! I had left a cassette tape in the security officer rover vehicle one day and when I came back into work on the following day, Kevin Willis had heard the entire tape of many of my demo-DELMO's, and he had many friends in that very large and MUSIC INDUSTRY CONNECTED NIGHT CLUB, so the pieces all fit together in a totally unarguable way, no matter who out here tries to insist that I am just a lunatic paranoid psychotic person with delusions of grandeur. So to quote the great Mister Esolph and his wonderful 'fables', since none of this is any fable whatsoever; “And that's THAT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









If it was naut for those ILLEGAL MEXICAN workers that night at Cifaloglio's Transfer Station, whose job it was to separate the various types of collected and picked up junk-trash, by the truck driver employees there; I would have just marveled over the original mysteriousness of that May 1, 1980 date when after my first night of living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, I drove over to Maxfield to do the two DANCE TUNES, 'Lost Love', and 'The Morning Light', despite the lying deceptive documented evidence shown on the United States © Copyright Office's Music Copyright Registration Form, which also by the way, the “THE” in The Morning Light was removed from the title by them as well, as that “THE” has major significance to all of this wild and inconceivable true story. Here is the Registration List for the two dance songs, as the two country songs had been done on a long lunch break the night before while working at the RPL Studio, and driving over to Cherry Hill, down the way a few miles along the Route 38 highway:




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All four of these demo tunes were sent down early in June on an open reel tape at 7 and one half inches per second recording speed, and with one registration form, yet after the BEEGEE MUSIC PEEPS ripped off the arrangement on the “LOST LOVE” tune written by that talented great Musical Arranger, Mister Tom Glenn; all of the records were changed so that the WEALTHY OWNERS OF THINGS ARE ALWAYS PROTECTED, and by the way people, I feel compelled to share another giant truth with all of you. That VERY SAME cover up of authorities and WORLD-OWNERS, is behind the exact same thing that is present and ongoing right this second in middle 2020 with the mother fucking MURDER OF POOR INNOCENT MISTER GEORGE FLOYD!!!!!!!!!!!! There is absolutely no difference at all, and I am not trying to use his tragedy or the tragic consequences being suffered by the African American (AA) race in general to further prove my story here. I merely tell you all, WHAT THE HONEST TO THE ASTRALGODS TRUTHS ABOUT EVERYTHING REALLY IS!!!!! I speak these truths right here and now as a relatively calm Caucasian Person who is not suffering that particular type of oppression, BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT BUT HERE PEEPS, I know exactly and I do mean precisely where any and all oppressed and victimized folks ARE COMING FROM, and yes, I've BEEN THERE and I've DONE THAT, as the old nineties expression goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So please, I mean absolutely NO DISRESPECT whatsoever, when I pen these words here, and then draw this unmissable nightmare correlation and conclusion, to these dual set of 'parallel facts'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Now concerning what I call, the “FAKE SPEAKS” that were talked a lot more about in my now lost forever, CHAPTER 6; all I can do is really try as hard as I can to reconstruct what was a PERFECT OPENING OUTLINE for a laid down foundation about those FAKE-SPEAKS done by me back in the nineteen-eighties on several occasions, and then done once in early 2009 at the Cifaloglio job site, onto my Taped-Life-Journal, in what I fully believe was my 'BUGGED-UP' automobile, still driven to this very day here in Florida, by me, the pitiful pathetic Mister Huntington Chosen Cursed MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were the two times where I was by myself and then there were the two times that I was with my mother, and I had previously just slipped her a note to quietly read so that she would become privy to what was about to go down in conversation between us, and she would then 'play along with me' in an attempt to really, and wildly, confuse the WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, and I fully believe that just about every single try, TOTALLY WORKED, but I am smart enough now to realize that they are too smart to ever again fall for any of my FUTURE FAKE OUTS, so I only do the shit such as what I did on the internet a few years back with the secret agent ALPHA DEEP 6 (AD-6) when I am beyond desperate to try and achieve a major needed result. IT DIDN'T FUCKING WORK OUT, and it had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with being too Julia to live in Connecticut; Mister McCoy, of the greatest LAW SHOW EVER TELEVISED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At Cifaloglio, there was the most recent time in early 2009 when I faked that Letty and the family and myself, were planning to go to Atlantic City and do something that summer involving my daughter who is Letty's 4th cousin five times in-law removed, and Letty; and it was all fake, only WAS IT???? TRUMP took it so seriously that when indeed the family did go down, and to HIS FUCKING PLAZA CASINO HOTEL IN MIDTOWN, he went beyond insane, and he zipped out of Manhattan on his great souped up private whirlybird of his, and then when he came to his hotel there while I was up in a room that he had comped for ANN KING and the family, he got so scared that he had his pilot fly around and around the roof area of his hotel and did not land for more than HALF AN HOUR. This all happened of course after the PLAZA CASINO HOTEL SECURITY after seeing Leticia Tilley and I at a Roulette Table, then transmitted the video image, and general information, to him at his TRUMP TOWER BUILDING at #666 Devil Digit, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG! Back at the Cifaloglio Transfer Station several months earlier after I had learned from Ann that Trump comped that room for her up near the roof and top floor, and that we all were going to indeed be going down there at that particular date, I decided to pull one of my HUUUUUUUGE FAKE-OUT fake-speaks onto my Taped Life Journal, saying that I was going to have Leticia Tilley and her cousin meet and shake hands over at the Harrah's Casino, where also, I had learned from some very reliable source at the time, my daughter would be performing there, and that if my theory about Leticia being from an antimatter universe was correct, those two identical parts, her and MC, would cause the entire multiverse to do an ionic implosion, ending all civilization in the entire cosmos instantaneously!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was purely a big ass phony fake out, but DONALD TRUMP took it absolutely seriously! He may very well know a lot more than me, as back then, I was just piecing many things together from the “REAL GOOD GIRL” song done by me in early August of 1986 after returning from Trump's stomping grounds of MANHATTAN, NYUSAESMWG. Also, many other things were being put together, and one of them was those wild “MEXICAN” illegals who told me they heard MC playing in my car, and yes, I did have a regular store bought cassette tape of one of her projects that I had dubbed from a CD player on very cheap audio equipment since my own good stuff was not connected up ever again once I had left Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park forever, in August of 2008, as all of my wild blogs tell the incredible fucking story about, Sir Rod Serling. Yessir; totally unbelievable, but please world, to quote one of Rod's great characters here, “You must BELIEVE”!!!! MEXICANS were behind the 1986 wild transdimensional NON-ACID-TRIP that altered my life FOREVER, they were behind a dozen other gargantuan huge things as well, and most recently, the invasion of my peaceful or semi-serenity, here at this nightmare PATTY-HOLLISTER PH Authority BUILDING called the “Park Terrace” of Fort Pierce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mexicans head-on crashed into my SATURN CAR while I was residing at the Williamstown HIGHVIEW Apartments, and the Hammonton Police TOOK THEIR SIDE when it was them who did this to me for no reason whatsoever, and FULFILLED A PERMISSION BARRIER BOOK PROPHECY OF THE NIGHTMARE ACCIDENT IN HAMMONTON, almost to the very same mother fucking TEE as the hospital nightmare, where my mom was in a hospital, and I was visiting her, and I was being given horrendous persecution by other patients and their visitors, and even how the security officer took their side when I was leaving and got to a payphone, and he came right up to me and seemed to know that I was going to call the police, and he said, “Don't call the police” right to me, and I just walked out and went home to the Somerdale DEATH HOUSE and nearly lost my mother fucking mind, and ALL IN PERFECT, OR NEARLY PERFECT PROPHECY FULFILLED PERMISSION BARRIER REALITY, from my fantastic so-called book of fiction, written nearly four years earlier, at Patty Meeker's Gibbsboro rental home, and then finished up and sent for Copyright Registration while at the Highview Apartments, in unit 2-D, on Kent Street's intersection with Sicklerville Road, just down the road a couple of blocks from the Jersey-Famous GEETS DINER!!!!!!! THE SPACE-BAR-HACK IS BACK peeps, and with a total damn mother fucking vengeance, yo yo yo yo!!!! Remember please folks, I am laying down a foundation here, so it may appear to skip all around but these FAKE SPEAKS are all totally urgent in order to understand how Mizz Julia White fits so succinctly and completely into all of this NIGHTMARE HELL!!!!









Now without delving deeply right now today on the POISON CIGARETTE fake-speak done while residing at 506 Robin Hill Apartments and in the spring time of 1984 during that very time of Jerry Texaco, and the Hammonton auto breakdown, that I fully believe was ordered by Trump, and done by his henchmen on the day that I was trying to go to his newly built PLAZA HOTEL in 1984 to do some gambling on OPENING DAY; and then my car engine suddenly blew up on the way down to Atlantic City; or other FAKE SPEAKS, regarding faking out that Jim Burr wanted to live in that apartment below mine in unit #1801 causing the Playboy Bunny to move into there that following night and with “maintenance peeps” assisting in the moving, just as in current times four fucking decades later with MISTER MEXICO next door to me, the main FAKE SPEAK was when I was all alone and fully aware that I was never alone, just as my song lyrics directly told and implied on my “HAHA-WHO” song that was part of my 1981 Musical Project, that was either MOHR DEMO TUNES 1 or 2, or just the TUNES without a number, as reflected here in the Registration form that I will copy and paste it in from now (CAP).


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YES, IT MOST LIKELY WAS ON THE MUSIC PROJECT NUMBER 8, as shown above on the CAP-IN JOB!!!!!!!!!!

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Let us talk briefly now about that time at the 1802 Robin Hill Apartments when the Playboy Bunny and gal-pal of Mizz Blondie Debbie Harry had moved in and was already a pain in the ass but not yet having wild parties that lasted all weekend long, and every single weekend until I moved out, and then shortly thereafter I had learned that she had moved out and the “cat lady” as many folks around that place back then, would call a lady who adopted quite a few stray cats over the years, Mister Arista Record Company, and A&R non-flower deliveries in Manhattan, or wild advice taken from dead men; oh Sir Clay Smith, had told me!!!!!!!!!! What caused the wild parties to suddenly happen? Well, I did several “FAKE-SPEAKS” in the apartment bedroom at 1802 Robin Hill during that early part of 1982; pretending to have built a very dangerous small NUCLEAR REACTOR, that had gone out of control, and had an overheating rod, and I was trying to do all sorts of things to adjust and lower the temperature of surrounding water-ways that fed into it, and really; I was merely moving small little nick knack items around that were atop of a bedroom dresser drawer system, while faking out that I was scared and the temperature wouldn't go anywhere but up. Speaking of temperatures going up, after yesterday's death siege, my temperature was up near 100 mother fucking degrees after I got home, and then started the blogs that I did so vigorously all day and night! It is back to my normal lower temperature when I arose this morning at five minutes past fucking eleven of the goddamn clock, but higher than it normally is in the early morning, right at 98 degrees. I do have an extremely wide swinging body metabolism and it does cause me' body temperature to range from 95 to 100 degrees with an average normal for me of around ninety-seven and a half. Still, I was really made sick yesterday, and normally I do not feel it at all, even if it goes up to 104. That is when I barely begin to feel ill. Fortunately it did not effect my blood pressure, blood sugar, or pulse and respiration, once I had rested and calmed down after three quarters of an hour or so of being back inside of me' fucking dick sucking apartment, here in HELL!!!!!!! My BP was 112 over 70, my pulse was 70, my respiration was 14, my A1C was 6.0, and my before eating level was 88, and after my dinner, it rose for two hours to 137. If anything happens to me, and I am found dead in this apartment, I WAS MURDERED BY THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, as listed and described fully and completely, in these nearly fifteen year long blogs called, THE 'BOM'!!!!!!!!!!! This is a LEGALLY SWORN INTERNET DOCUMENT, for the FBI, and any and all other officials and authorities around this nation, and or “BEYOND IT”, yo!!!!!!!!!! Now how Mizz Jewelly-Julia White fits into all of these things is beyond fucking cunt amazing on steroids, but SHE DOES, and it will take months on this blog, to take you all there in great and much fuller detail, IPYT!!!!













I had a long talk but it was not too productive, with my HEALTH INSURANCE peeps before I began doing this REPAIR-BLOG for my goddamn fucking lost CHAPTER #6 back last weekend. I plan to write an official letter to HUMANA, and find me a NEW CASE MANAGER, but I did manage to tell the HUMANA PEEPS in great and lengthy detail, the events of YESTERDAY, SUNDAY, and how this is not one bit fair, and that I need to have some kind of an advocate, or someone who cares in the tiniest bit about me, to assist me in life, and especially now that I am growing mother fucking older and sicker BY THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE DAY, and have this INVISIBLE ENEMY PROBLEM! I wasn't shy of saying it all over the bugged-phone and their Quality Control Assurance taping, by them as well. I told every detail of Trump, our past, what he is doing to me, how my worst nightmares have become realized once he became the 45th President of this nation; and all of the shit done to me by the Emergency Crew in Port Saint Lucie, almost leading to my physical death here in this apartment building's stairwell, during the death siege thrust upon me, back 'yesterfuckingcuntday', yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' know why I am having this horrendous problem and with no recourse or way out? SIMPLE REALLY, kind fucking folksinger FOLKS and Sir MicroSUCKS CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!! It is all because you the asshole voters can't see the dick throbbing truth of how WE ALL NEEDED SIR BERNIE SANDERS TO BE OUR LEADER, and restore true value to this nation and bring it back to the great experiment that it was placed here as originally, by our great fucking cunt forefathers. The Billionaire Club shit was never intended to be a part of AMERICA, and they know it, and THEY'VE TOTALLY TAKEN OVER, and they will never surrender their power now; and Bernie was our very last chance, since he offered more than just himself as President #46. He HAD A REAL MOVEMENT that would have made America not so great for the wealthy, but for all the rest of us AGAIN; unlike filthy dirty lying Donald John Trump!!!!!!!!!!! All of you behind this total monster, unless you have a net worth of millions of USD, must be being possessed and mind controlled 100% totally and absolutely, because there simply is no fucking logical other way to see this powerhouse truth here, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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A child who has followed any of these blogs for any small part of the time in which they have been written, know what the DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS WILL DO, BOTH NEXT WEEK, AS WELL AS JUST TOMORROW, MONDAY; YES, A SILLY, SIMPLE MORONIC, RUNNY NOSED SNOTTY AND BRATTY CHILD KNOWS ONLY TOO WELL! But for those who wish or insist seeing the great Morianity-Prophet MOUNTAINPEN and his prophecies in printed form, BASED ENTIRELY ON WHAT MORIANITY AND THE HEAD MORIAN, ME, CALLS NONE OTHER THAN (ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY), HERE IT IS:







NATURALLY I DON'T KNOW THE FUTURE! I ONLY KNOW HOW ONE EVENT EFFECTS OTHER EVENTS, AND IN SOME RARE CASES, WITH NEARLY 100 PERCENT OF THE TIME PERFECT ACCURACY, AND YES, I HAVE BEEN TOTALLY WRONG, BUT ONLY A VERY FUCKING FEW TIMES, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO I AM NOT ABLE TO KNOW THE EXACT FIGURES, BUT BASED ON 35 YEARS OR SO NOW OF THIS MONSTROUS SHIT AROUND ME AND SEEING ITS POSITIVE EFFECTS ON MY WALL STREET BILLY CLUB SUBSCUMMITE ENEMIES CALLED OTAMM, I AM ABLE TO GIVE A PRETTY FAIR AVERAGE PREDICTION. FIRST THE MARKETS WILL BE WAY WAY WAY UP BOTH ON THE WEEK AND TOMORROW MONDAY AS A RESULT OF THE WORST SUNDAY ASSAULT ON ME NOW SINCE THIS GODDAMN FUCKING MILLENNIUM BEGAN!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE IS WHAT I WOULD DO ALL MONEY MAKING PEEPS OUT HERE, IF I WERE YOU. I WOULD BUY AS MANY DOW INDEX CONTRACTS ON THE MARKET FOR THIS FOLLOWING WEEK AS YOU CAN POSSIBLY GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS ON, IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE A FUCKING SECOND MORTGAGE OUT ON YOUR HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



PREDICTED GAIN ON JUNE 1, FOR DJIA:

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PREDICTED GAIN ON FIRST BUSINESS WEEK IN JUNE OF 2020, FOR DJIA:



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You can know right now, that I will be back both Monday tomorrow and at the week's end of business with large groupations of TOLD U TOLD U TOLD U GINA'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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Remember how about several months ago, I said on these blogs that SOMEBODY'S GONNA' BE REAL SORRY FOR THIS ENDLESS ELDER ABUSE, AND DESTRUCTION OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, THAT IS BEING DONE AGAINST ME? WELL, YOU ARE ONLY STARTING TO SEE IT GO FUCKING DOWN NOW, AND IT WILL GET FAR WORSE!!!!















































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GET THE FUCK OFF MY BACK MICROSUCKS CORPORATION WITH YOUR SHIT, AS I AM IN NO GODDAMN MOOD FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











After the few yellow lines that follow the black lines, that is all she wrote, as my Studio Park Records ex-business partner used to say so goddamn mother fucking often. The GOOGLE-BLOGGER has nothing at all, and fucking screw YOUR GODDAMN ALLIGATORS, MIKE SUCKS! When I went to post up my page-view stats after I posted the CHAPTER 6, the page was not included together as it normally is, so I edited it all out and made another post as all one entry with the stats as part of the blog. I know perfectly fucking well that I did nothing wrong with my editing job. But the entire shit is now gone, and even on my own document page files. When I went up to use the system to do the CHAPTER 7 BLOG, I was given a message on my screen that my computer is at risk and needs to be protected with some anti-virus that is being sold, and I cannot afford to pay for anything so I ignored it. Somehow, the M2F used the entire thing as a hacking-excuse and they WIPED OUT MY CHAPTER 6 OF THIS BLOG-BOOK FOREVER, but for about an hour or so give or take, it was up there, before I edited the newer copy and deleted the original post. IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS A COPY OF IT, you more than I, obviously know why this happened, and I mean ALL OF IT, and fuck your goddamn alligators, Mike SUCKS Corporation. I mean something said on it somewhere was not going to be allowed, and the only possibility was at the very end of it, I spoke about the tweets of dirtbag Donald Trump with that bit where he quoted an old 1967 saying from some dirtbag White-Power Police Chief down in Miami, and I quote, or nearly quote I suppose, “When there's looting, there will be shooting”. Trump tried to say that he did not mean it in a bad way, you know the famous Monday morning quarterbacking thing, where all he meant was that if peeps break the law, they may be hurt or killed, and that's all fine and well, only not only do I not believe that Trump is some nice all feeling great guy who cares about any minority race in the slightest smallest way, but quite to the opposite, he only wants to see all of us little 'failures and losers' CRUSHED, as he calls ALL OF US PRACTICALLY EVERY DAY, AND HAS SINCE HE RAN FOR OFFICE IN middle and late 2015, and into 2016; and he never has made any bones about how he fucking cunt feels about us poor and downtrodden folks!!!!!!!!! Now between making my CHAPTER-6 VANISH, AND GO THE WAY OF ALL GREAT FLYING DUTCHMEN EVERYWHERE; and then along with today's unfathomably monstrous and horrendous MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE ON ME that would have killed many people much younger and stronger than me; and also TRUMP'S OWN SIEGE on him at his great WHITE HOUSE shithole; since he has been in there; and now things are making a whole goddamn fucking lot of pure sense, right? Yessir, what actually happened here, was that I had finished doing the writing of the blog, CHAPTER 6, and then I went to the net to my FAVE'S area for clicking in at the BLOGGER so I could post it up, and as the internet came on, I saw the MSN PAGE come on, and showed me TRUMP'S TWEET, so I went back and added that little squib into my blog, AT THE AREA OF THE END OF IT!!!!!!!!!! You'll have to take my word that all of this shit happened, but why would I skip a chapter number on the blogs that mean a lot to me, just to tell you all some stupid made up lie? Hey, I'm no TRUMP. Don't ever hit me with that ultimate fucking insult, anyone of you, PWEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! TANKS!











Hey folks yo yo yo, MAGNESONIC knows to TOTALLY CRUSH AND WIPE OUT AND DESTROY, whoever has done these things to me and made this day today the worst day of the entire fucking century now!!!!!!!!! Oh yes great world, Sunday last was beyond bad, but in all honest fucking truth peeps; many many many of me' days are made beyond unfathomably horrendous and ABSOLUTELTY SUPER B-O-T-B-A-R by me' power-monger MILITUFORCE ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE. And no, those two Astral-Locales are naut close together in condition-interaction-agreed-upon 'distance' or true spirit separation. They are far away from each other, but both of them are right in the surrounding area of a beyond gigantic waterway, known to any and all Olympia Province Purgatites, as the TECK BAY!!!







The great 'Hallway Communicator' Mister Marcucci, in the autumn of 1969, seemed to know about my daughter while she was still yet unborn. Many of the great Ancient Astronaut Theorists think that the great Liverpool Subway Tunnels are some sort of a warp or doorway or STARGATE that activates from time to time, similarly to the great area in the attic of the RPL Sound Studios in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Who can ever know anything for sure, oh great Copyright © Examiners? Still, don't go losing your damn jobs over me or Millie 'Vanillie', for crying out fucking loud, however the fucking name is correctly spelled. Gee willagars. Would you please get mother fucking lost DEATH ANGEL. I am so sick of your fucking endless buzzing into my goddamn asshole ears, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK-UUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!! Jane Notfondauonebit Sleazeweedsdisease Crapinherpants Fonda just fucking got me again, with my stupid fucked up computer clock display bullshit. Jeepers Creepers Christ Almighty, yo BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Oh Mister Marcucci, just how else could you have known unless you really were a part of the great Educational Department or faction of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society), yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo????? Go ahead anybody in the entire USA, show me what you would do as a parent if your child of fourteen years and ten months or so was taken out into the classroom hallway by a teacher and told, and I quote him verbatim here, yo, “Mark, did you know that you could be a father, chronologically”? I wonder what the great Toronto Dominion Bank of all-dreamers or allberries of No Jersey, would say about printed check phone numbers on personal checks, or for that matter, wild musclemen miniature versions of Lou Ferigno the Incredible Hulk, at that great Camden recording studio, called, RPL, late in the autumn, in the year of disco-dying 1979? I wonder just how many parents would have screamed at their school authorities, and demanded to know just why a teacher of any of their children, would take a student out into the hallway, and out of the goddamn possessed 'TRUMP-white-blue' (Melanie-Paula-Patty) dream persona's of control, manipulation and dominance; say such an off the wall and beyond outlandishly bizarre thing to them??????????? But alas and gee whiz golly folks, was it really so goddamn surreal, or off the wall, when it was all absolutely true and hidden secret wisdom, from the ages and eons of hidden reality that lays far beyond any conceivable human reasoning!!!!!!!!!!! Hey seriously Margie, yo!









Cut me a break here, Marge 1985 Leo, yo!



JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.



1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31



AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

31


SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30



OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31



NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

30



DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31



JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30







FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34



MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31









ME' FUCKING EARS ARE UNDER ME' FUCKING HAT, PATTY HHH!

I DO NOT LIKE VANISHING, NOT WHEN I KNOW WHO AND WHAT IS AND HAS BEEN BEHIND THIS BULLSHIT ALL THIS TIME, OR SHOULD I SAY, ETERNITY? ONLY I KNOW!










MANY WONDER, IS THE ANSWER REALLY THE QUESTION? WELL, READ A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME, BUT NOT ON SOME SILLY LITTLE BIO QUICKIE. Peeps have become totally READING-LAZY over the past four decades or so!!!!!! Try reading, you might learn a few fucking things, great peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






































































WE WILL NOW END THIS TRANSMISSION!!!


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