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POOR POOR PITIFUL WHITTLE ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES OF DOGTOWN







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ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah Krassle).









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I wonder what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear, Donna Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!







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POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 17



7:12 PM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY NIGHT



































































































The weather report on this 3rd day of July, at approximately five minutes past ten in the goddamn ass morning, is as follows, peeps:







FRIDAY, 3 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.





TIME OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---10:05 AM











TEMPERATURE---86

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---92

HEAT INDEX---98

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---74%

WIND---W AT 6 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE---****-*

AIR QUALITY---GOOD

SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:30 A, 8:20 P

VISIBILITY---***

DEWPOINT---***

PREDICTIONS---80% CHANCE OF RAIN, AND WITH POSSIBLE THUNDERSTORMS.

















Now for a more detailed hindsight report on yesterday's early evening major elder abuse MILITUFORCE assault on me beginning at the beginning of the evening or just past five of the cunt lapping clock! It was in four parts. I forgot about why I was in the shower. I was given a major fucking WOMO-SIEGE DEATH BODY STRIKE diareah attack, and barely made it to me' terlit, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!! So there were three major hits on me, bang-bang-bang; and they were the body death beam, the harassing scammer phone call that I've been getting for at least half a decade now, and the giant cock roach; all within one hour of about five minutes past five, through five minutes past six. But the first part of this was me doing something that I've fucking cunt noticed ever since 1983, while residing at Jerry Pliner's nightmare rental home at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG; is a real “NO-NO” thing to do unless I want my life to immediately and suddenly be visited by these magical non-schizophrenic fawces of Mister Hall, and knocking me down to a pile of helpless shit and totally ruining me' entire day, every cunt huffing time I do it. When I did it in 1983 after seeing a billboard sign on the Jewelly Horse Pike while driving to the Resorts International Casino of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG on one particular day; I broke down in tears and cried while driving, and for the first time in about two months or more, I lost my roulette game as a direct result, and got totally fucking cremated. Right before the assault on me yesterday, about half past four give or take a few dick licking minutes, I teared up thinking about my Atlantic City nightmare hellishness, and began to silently cry and ball for about ten minutes or so, and as I said, WHAMO, I took the assault again that comes with it. It's accuracy of a parallel event is very near a full 100% of the mother fucking time, peeps. I believe that crying is no different than anything unpleasant in our lives. It causes for some strange reason, a major amount of our energy to be lost, and when our needed energy supplies are depleted to any major amounts or significance in some ratio of what we need to get through our daily fucking lives, this allows the bad fawces of Mister Hall, to enter our immediate proximity and damage us. I would love to hear from peeps who have had this same similar phenomenon, now that I've hopefully managed to get peeps more aware and conscious to this wild fucking item that IMHO is absolutely universal to the entire human collective society, without exception!

















I was awakened by my noisy idiots from across from me with their doors, and I played four CNA-SNA tests, and the results were as follows:



5-Group-4W, 7-Group-2W, 3-G-3W, and 9-Group-8W. As of this morning, Genie-Wheel #A33 is holding an ART of 19.537% BMS, and yes, I fucked up and printed a wrong ART on my last showing, it was a little higher than what I printed, just a silly bookkeeping error that I caught and managed to correct, 'so sahwee' Mister Ambassador, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, USA; poor poor pitiful non Linda Ronstadt PH, but yes Mister Ambassador sir, from the PH skin factor to all of the great Mizz Knowitall Hollister PH's, wow do these PH dots keep shooting me in the groin at the speed of fucking lighthouses and light, oh wonderful rotten sinful world!!! But getting back to the four tests so far done on this 3rd July day of 2020 yo, the 5-Group-4W, 7-Group-2W, 3-G-3W, and 9-Group-8W, on the black chip gaming level of $100.00, the net pre-vig P&L's are as follows: The first test was $+300, the second test was $-300, the third test was $+300, and the fourth test WashCLOTHS WAS Sir Mike Soft Sucks Sir, $+700, for a total pre-vig or PG profit of $1,000 or ten units. No green vig zero numbers came out during these 24 spins of this PHR (Paper Hypothetical Roulette), so the net P&L for these four tests is 1000-0=$1,000.00 profit in 24 paper-hypothetical spins of Genie-Wheel #A33. 'WEEEEEEEEEE', as the great wonderful mighty muscle man, Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank (CF), would put it so damn eloquently, in the year 2000; oh lovely Misses Cooley Hall Marola.





Now to get revenge for the death siege on me with last evening's MAJOR FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, YO YO YO YO YO YO:

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND WHOEVER WAS BEHIND THE MAJOR FUCKING THREE PART HORRENDOUS DEATH SIEGE ON ME YESTERDAY EVENING, 2 JULY, 2020, WITH A MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE, A MAJOR PHONE HARASSMENT, AND A MAJOR MINIDROID ASSAULT; 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



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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

















Somebody will be real fucking sorry for this one, ol' buddy boy and Georgie and Uncle Billy, yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!



















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POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 16



7:12 PM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY NIGHT



































































































The weather report on this 2nd of July at approximately sixteen minutes past seven in the evening is as follows, peeps:







THURSDAY, 2 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.





TIME OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---1:04 PM



TEMPERATURE---93

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---ON THE HIGH NOW

HEAT INDEX---103

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---55%

WIND---WSW AT 9 MPH, & GUSTING TO 16

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE---****-*

AIR QUALITY---MODERATE

SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:30 A, 8:20 P

VISIBILITY---***

DEWPOINT---***

PREDICTIONS---50% CHCE OF RAIN AND T-STMS, TONIGHT'S LOW 73, WITH A 40% RAIN CHCE. TOMORROW HIGH OF 94 WITH A 40% RAIN CHCE.









According to my read out on my ESS-COMCAST CABLE SERVICE SYSTEM from less than an hour later, the temperature in Fort Pierce-FL-USA, is at 95 degrees, despite the weather report; and it remained there for a good solid two hours or more, before edging its way slowly downward a wee tad bit, yo!!!

So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'; OH GREAT CF!









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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"






MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:







THURSDAY, JULY 2, 2020









CURRENT PHASE IS:













WAXING GIBBOUS 4:6











N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.





























































































People, yo; I am having some really weird outlandish fucking shit happening to me on a daily basis, and I mean outlandish even for the life of the goddamn ass Mountainpen, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell it 2U!











In Port Saint Lucie, the town to the south of mine about ten miles give or take, it is now as of 3 PM, 96 boiling degrees, and I am sure that even with slightly lower humidity, the feels like H.I.-temp there, is somewhere in that 5-10 over the buck number; yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! But the oven heat of Florida, and the south of America in this normally sweltering weather system each July and August, and even September; is not what is at issue here, other than for the fact that whenever things are extra unpleasant in the weather-world, even if only by a small 'degree' with no pun intended; this is also when my life is really smoking fucking nasty ass bad as well, yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!















I TOLD GIANT-GINA THE ARM BREAKER, AND LOVELY LATE NINETIES QUEEN OF THE NIGHT LADIES, that the Dow Jones Stock Market would be up and it will again tomorrow, IPYT peeps, and sure enough, every bit of yesterdays loss was all gained back as well as about twenty additional points, closing up about ninety-two and a third points, as a result of yesterday's BRUTAL MOTHER FUCKING NOISE DEATH SIEGE AND BUILDING NABE ENEMIES PERSECUTION ON ME, AND ALSO TOTAL AND COMPLETE ILLEGAL ELDER-ABUSE TOO!!!!!!!











Here is the wild story for today, and if I am lying or making any part of it up or even exaggerating, I hope the Almighty SSJK puts me in DOGTOWN for 1,000 MK of interaction there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While out yesterday, or maybe Mister Mexico during the hug from hell, put into my Publix Shopping bag, that customers can buy for a dollar made out of some type of burlap with two nice handles; a beyond gigantic ROACH. This thing is eight inches long and not thick but very elongated in its bodily make up. It has huge wings. It came walking right across my bed and then flew right at me while I was watching the fucking local news on my cable television, at approximately five minutes past six of the clock this goddamn mother fucking evening! I chased it and kept trying to swat it so it would fall from mid air onto the rugs so that I could step on it and totally squash the monster ass fucking thing from hell, but it managed to get away and underneath a table at the far northeast corner of my goddamn studio apartment here. I have a RAID CAN in both the kitchen as well as here in the main living area, and I grabbed it and emptied the entire thing. I know it has to die eventually as it was stuck there and gassed to death. When I eventually find the strength to move the heavy glass and iron eating table, I know I'll find it dead back behind it somewhere as there was nowhere for it to go to escape the RAID ASSAULT and I gave it the whole mother fucking can. When I do get it, I am taking it to a local university that I passed when I used to go to the psych place in Vero Beach. They are into marine mammals, but I know this will totally fascinate them; and I am going to get my life exposed somehow, if I have to fucking cunt die in the goddamn ass attempt, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A roach that huge as well as that aggressive who charged at me, is like no roach I have ever seen before, and I have indeed seen the extra huge granddaddy roaches, and have had two of them in my apartment over the past five fucking cunt eating years, YO BRAHHHH!!!!!! But this goddamn thing has had to have been laboratory produced by a nuclear pile and an integrenetrized electronic process combination, just as were those attacking HADDONWOOD SUPER GIANT-FLIES from HELL in 1996 at the outside fucking cunt swimming pool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And this connects into another wild fucking deal also, yo BRRR!













Ever since my nabe from HELL, Mister 605-MEXICO began blasting music, or moved in really, as he has done that from the very day he came here next door to fucking me; my entertainment system has somehow been interfered with, or the audio part of it, and many older blogs from late last year and into early 2020 went into some large details concerning this matter. Anyone of you are free to archive it and see all of it for yourself. Part of numerous problems in this malfunctioning audio, is a loud annoying fucking deep humming noise that does not belong there while I am watching my TV or videos, and yes, it is on both the video player system too, so it ain't a direct problem coming from the ESS-COMCAST CABLE service and their modem box. One way to improve the problem, was to take the RCA patch chord wires that connect from the back of the video machine, as well as the TV and the cable box; and place them up on a clean folded up cloth, an old jersey that I don't wear since it fits lousy on me since I've lost lots of weight, and I fold it up and place it underneath of the wires so they touch only the cloth, and not the surface of a table that is made of a metallic substance; and may in some small way be causing the interference. Still, it stops it for a day or two and then it is back unless I lift up the wires by hand and place them back onto the cloth material again. This again stops all of the humming noise and lessening of audio signal on my system. Now why is this happening and what is going on? Well it is all coming as do all unexplainable things of the world of magical electronics, from the ASTRAL-PLANE POLITICAL MACHINE known as the “MILLIONTH COUNCIL”, and yes, has been talked about over and over again on my nearly 15-YEAR blogging project now!!!!!!!! But it's now time to move things still farther along here on this goddamn topic, yo peeps! This is all interconnected also with the following items, and I assure you this is absolutely fucking cunt true and real:!!!!!!!!! Donna Summer the disco queen and her GREAT SIGNAL from her song about her finger on the trigger and the magic sound that was on the tape that I left for her at the Resorts Casino that night in the early nineteen-eighties. Also, Mortimer Death Angel Mortino and his magic sound is part of this deal and again, totally is interconnected into this entire fucking mess. Also still, the sound that is heard on old style analogue recordings that were made on tapes, when bulk erased with a large degaussing system, leaving a thumping sound that can be heard when played back after tapes are erased, if someone is playing it through a powerful amplifier and loudspeaker system and especially with today's all too frequently used SUB-WOOFER systems!!!!!!!!!! All of these items are all part of the GMC or the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL, along with a final ingredient that has been told and blogged before on old Jersey-Blogs, where a documentary about the Bermuda Triangle discusses a radio show host and how the show had callers and the conversation was about the Triangle, and suddenly the entire station was magically and mysteriously taken over by a group who managed to call through and control their entire show, telling the goddamn deejay that they are the “MILLIONTH COUNCIL”!!!!!!! This is all verifiable and true, and anyone can do a little bit of fact checking legwork here to prove me correct and accurate, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















One more item needs to be quickly discussed as a final ingredient for laying down some incredible foundations that will all be further explored as more blogs follow along here, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT and BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT BUT folks; it is not meant to be one bit offensive, especially to any authority figures or the Criminal Justice System in general, but it does need addressing, as if peeps in this nation would come to see the entire deal as clearly as I do in all of this shit, IPYT all of this violence happening now pertaining to BLM and police brutality and all of it and more, would be lessened to a nearly zero amount if not abated and halted all together. Before I get into this final item here, I want to say that about forty minutes or so before I was given the wild nuke-pile-integratron-roach FROM DOGTOWN-HELL, I was telephoned by those scamming mother fucking ILLEGAL bastards that I fully plan to report to the AG of Florida on her SCAM-LINE for reporting these things and give the AG-Office the full details, and what they did to me a few hours ago around half past five or so, with ILLEGAL CALLER-ID SPOOFING; that goes beyond just that but also ILLEGALLY stalking me and my life as if that is not what this is, then they'd have no way of knowing about my telephone call to the REMAX REALITY in Vero Beach a couple of weeks ago. A phone number was on the caller ID while I was in the bathtub, and it was not a match to the REMAX Realty, but it said on the system “REMAX REALTY”, and is a totally illegal spoof job; and they claim to be collectors for the police to help officers, and believe me; there are no legitimate collectors who work for the police at any level, state or local, doing this; and the Florida Attorney General is going to hear about this. They illegally got my phone green-tapes (luds) which is how the phone service companies and providers bill customers and track their phone usage; and then used it to spoof my CALLER-ID-BOX, Mizz A.G. Ashley Moody, mah'm!!!!!!!!!! These are the very same enemies from 1987, who when I called the 411 information operator to ask for the goddamn telephone number of a reader/adviser/psychic in Clementon, New Jersey, Madame Mary on the White Jewelly Horse Pike, gave me the phone number instead, for the office of Richard Karpf, my previous nightmare from hell landlord in Cherry Hill on Marlton mother fucking Pike! They thought that was real fucking funny in their diseased and warped sense of sicko humor, but the point is that illegally harassing me like this is totally CRIMINAL, and President Donald John Trump has been behind this, him and his cohorts and crony henchmen from hell, long before he was the President of the USA, and he should be locked up in jail, not lovely gorgeous Mizz Hillary, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRO!!!!!!!!











The number of this crooked phone scam WOMO-M2F enemy, Mizz AG Moody, is 239-210-7024. My ESS-COMCAST CALLER-ID system shows the call coming in at 5:19 on this date of 7-2-2020, mah'm!!!!!!! Above the number, are written the words of “REMAX REALITY GR” These same pricks call me all the goddamn time, oh lovely Mizz Florida AG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Once a couple years ago, I offered 20 dollars to get them off my back and the man practically threatened me to give more, and since the area code of 239 is not in Florida, unless I am wrong, I think that the fucking FBI needs to be brought into this, because this is interstate fraud and intimidation, and other charges that I know that any good DA could come up with, and make a great case!!!!!!!!!! I'll gladly be a state's witness as I know they're fucking part of what I call the WOMO-MILITUFORCE and AKA Trump's Henchmen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course know fully well that you are a Republican Mizz AG-AM mah'm, but if you want to prove me wrong here, then why not follow this up when I call you tomorrow, to complain about these monster pricks on your wonderful and totally fantastic 'SCAMMER-HOTLINE'??????????????????????????? I believe Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank would say it so goddamn well right about here and now, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!





























So let's finish up with the authority related problem, as we all know what I am about to discuss and tell is real, and needs to be fucking properly addressed, either here and now by me the Mountainpen, or else later on after tons more trouble and woes go right on happening here in this screwed up US of A!!!













We all know it and we all see it, the police do it and so do all power structure systems and peeps who are employed with them, and they are trained to do this by a real tangible machine of sociologically created order. I have labeled and named it as the Authority Interaction Syndrome, or the AIS for short. This, simply put, is the way that those in authority treat any and all of us who come to them, and then a breakdown from normal interactions begins for whatever the reason, and suddenly, it is AUTHORITY verses the GOVERNED. Now this may appear as some disrespectful writing but it could save a whole goddamn lot of lives if peeps would ever pay any damn attention to the wisdom of the Mountainpen, only we all know that they won't!!!!!!!!!!!! On one particular “COPS” episode, and the show as we all know is canceled along with the LIVE-PD and all of it, ever since the recent early spring time problems and the BLM situation all started to get a real 'strangle hold' on things. Without a little humor to keep us all sane, we'd all go fucking 'soup-nuts' in a goddamn second, so hey; don't fight me, like me, Mister Subways Vandegrift from 1986!!!! So back on pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was this one particular episode on a COPS TV-SHOW with a heavy set young man with some mental issues in a parking lot of a large store such as a K-Mart or a Walmart. In no time at all, he and the police got into it and he admitted that he was suffering from mental problems and was special ed, and thank the angel on his shoulders, things did escalate, but then they got better; but only due to the doggie following the submission signals, and hey, that is cool with me, authority has to be just that, in charge. I don't find a problem or a fault with this, but in all of this, there is a hidden powerful item that is happening, the “AIS”. So what is it, and why do I discuss it, yet at the very same time and with the very same breath; I echo the sentiments of the authority having the right to be in charge, as without L&O, and yes, proving that even the almighty Mister Trump is correct sometimes on shit; but yes, without it, we would all slip into anarchy, and I for one would find a very sharp knife in my kitchen drawer should that ever happen, and I would slice off my hands and quickly try and bleed out to escape the horrendous lawlessness and dogshit that would start to ensue in hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey CUZZ, I don't disagree with many things you say or do, only with your arrogant kingly attitude. Think about it for one second DJT. I could theoretically win the Powerball lottery and after all federal and state taxes are paid, end up with many hundreds of millions of dollars. How does that make me one bit better of a human being however, than I was when I woke up this cunt eating morning and was getting dressed to go over to the gas station to purchase my winning lottery fucking ticket, yo bud??????????? I'm the very same person, and you with all your fucking wealth and your family too, you put on your clothes just as I do, you belch and fart just like the rest of us, and you sure ain't no fucking god, I mean have you seen a damn mirror lately? You think you're still 22 or something cuzz? You're flesh and blood just like me, yo. I don't get very excited over celebrities or wealthies because I've known them, and they are all peeps that I am very happy not to associate with for the very most part. A well known sixties rock star looted my dead moms clothes in my closet in 2000, others steal my shit and laugh at me, while they live in fucking utter luxury and I live with gigantic integrenetrized cock roaches and endless hellishness; and I can go on an don and on, 'CUZZ DON' and don and don!!!!! But let's not get all out on weird fucking tangents here, and try staying on pernt, Archie!!!!!!!!! This AIS is very real however, and I speak of a machinery here, that the authority is all somehow using; and this machinery is not something that those who it's been used on and against, appreciates in the smallest mother fucking goddamn way!!! It is used in many ways, words and speeches given to us by those governing over us and yes, police in general do it, but they ain't the only ones; John Marcucci Count VonLennon! I will give the two examples with me recently when upon two occasions I have interacted with the local police after calling them on my noisy music-noise blaring Mexican-American neighbor whose name I do not know nor haven't bothered enough to ask what it is; hence my description of him, and it is not one bit racist, although the goddamn asshole Democrats with their fucked up PC shit, will vehemently disagree with me, I'm quite goddamn ass sure!!!!!!!!! Another CF-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE may be in order here, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here now are those two items: I asked the officer who was out here last and most recently if he knew of any mobile home parks around here that he could recommend to me since I must move in order to escape the noisy nabe from hell, and all he kept saying to me is, “I can't help you with that, I'm not trying to move to a mobile home park”. To me that was an answer that was somewhere sandwiched in-between mean, ignorant, and prishy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then the time before that, another officer told me to record the noise, since I am claiming that he turns it up after he knows he is in the clear to do it and when no one will come back to check it out. He told me to record it, and to buy a cellphone with recording ability, and camera technology. This way I would have time and date stamped evidence as well as the sound of the deafening sub-woofer noise in my apartment. I carefully and rationally explained to him that no little recording device can record a very low frequency sound that is made by sub-woofers. I told him that I worked at a recording studio from 1979 through 1981, and that I knew a little bit about what I was talking about. But he kept belittling my knowledge and claiming I was from the old days, and that I could record the sound. Common sense tells anyone, at least who is not a fucking mask hating Republican during a Global Pandemic; that if a sub-woofer could be easily recorded and played back on some little thing like a phone, 2020 year tech or naut; that no one would ever need to pay hundreds or thousands of bucks ever again to purchase sub-woofers. The entire conversation went very prishy real fast, but then that instantly turned up AIS began, and I knew from lots of experience and old age wisdom, to just back off and give up. It beats being carted off to fucking jail! Ain't America really great; oh wonderful Planet Earth???????????????? Knowing how this works, and sending people to all three schools, grammar, middle, and high, at least once, where students are taken into the auditorium for an assembly to be taught by local Law Enforcement Officers (LEO'S), the proper interaction for behaving at road stops with those in authority, would stop 99% of all of these woes and bloody problems; but who listens to Mark Mohr?????????? Nobody at all. I mentioned this many times over the past ten years or so to numerous peeps, and they just look at me with a vacant dumb ass expression on their goddamn miserable faces, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I no longer plan to ever try helping anybody with anything, EVER EVER EVER EVER AGAIN!!!!!!! Sir John Henningsen said it all in 1968 and 1969, countless times to me. “It's just that simple Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



'THE END', AND STINKING TO THE BRIDGE!







POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 15



12:58 AM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY



































































































The weather report for yesterday, as it now is early on the 2nd of July at approximately thirteen minutes past one in the dick licking morning; is as goddamn ass follows:





WEDNESDAY, 1 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.





TIME OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---1:15 PM



TEMPERATURE---94

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---94, ON THE HIGH

HEAT INDEX---107

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---54%

WIND---SW AT 11 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE---29.99 AND FALLG

AIR QUALITY---GOOD

SUNRISE/SUNSET---***-***

VISIBILITY---10 MILES

DEWPOINT---75

PREDICTIONS---80% CHCE OF RAIN AND HEAVY T-STMS, TONIGHT'S LOW 74, WITH A 20% RAIN CHCE, AND WINDS SW 5-10 MPH. THURSDAY AND FRIDAY HIGHS AT 93.















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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:







THURSDAY, JULY 2, 2020









CURRENT PHASE IS:











WAXING GIBBOUS 4:6











N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.





































































































































COUNTERSTRIKE OF 1:00 AM, ON 2 JULY, 2020:



















MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:





Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS BEYOND SUPER BOTBAR MILITUFORCE DEATH ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE, OF JULY 1st 2020; WITH MAJOR NOISE SIEGE IN MY PHA BUILDING WITH NABES FROM HELL IN UNITS #605 AND #610, FOR TOTAL ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION COUNTERSTRIKE, 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



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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





























The WOMO-MILITUFORCE GAVE ME SUPER HARASSMENT AND A SUPER OFF THE SCALES MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, opening up three magnetic percentage botbar quantum realities against me; botbaring my fucking first JULY DAY, my first day of the second half of super Satanic and wicked 2020, and also my first day of the third quarter of this YEAR OF TOTAL FUCKING HELLISHNESS!!!!!!





Eventually, me' 'MAGGIE' will successfully counterstrike, and get some beyond mother fucking major ass revenge for what is being done to me; wiping out and devastating, and obliterating and destroying MY ENTIRE CUNT LAPPING LIFE FOR NEARLY 66 YEARS NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!











This will be “ONE OF THOSE BLOGS” folks, so if ya' ain't in da' fucken' mood for it, come back when you goddamn are, me' BRRRRR!!! I won't be taking a whole lot of cock sucking prisoners on this blog, so pweeeeeeeeeze be braced, forewarned, and in total receipt of this legally proclaiming caveat emptor; me fwolks out here!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS & KABOOM.





















Blogs from this point on will work a little bit like watching news on television. The blogs will always tell what they need to tell, and then there will be sections that will just continue on and be labeled such as (topic of Jewelly White), (topic of co-non-art, so-non-art), (topic of Patty & Merry), and so forth!

















First for the BREAKING NEWS of the day:









As you know from my previous fucking blog, this was all set in motion from higher than the goddamn stars, to be a real DOOZIE-WHOPPER DAY FOR ME, IN THIS NON-PATTY HOLLISTER BUILDING FROM DOGTOWN ON EARTH, AKA 'HELL' ON THE MORTAL WORLD CIRCLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, it all began at about a quarter shy of fucking one of the clock on Wednesday morning with the idiot psycho, Sir Donnie at the end of the hallway in unit #610, and then starting at about ten past four until nearly nine of the clock, an all goddamn day long music assault was delivered to me from Mister Mexico, but if you think this is the whole story here about this, THINK THE FUCK AGAIN, as it ain't, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!









This blog will go all the way back to the olden days of Biblical fucking Jerusalem, where my sixty first and sixty second grand parents were living, and all of Jesus's brothers and sisters that were all born after HIM, all were living, and the world famous Garden of Gethsemane. We will get into a wild bunch of matters relating to TELLOSIAN MIND CONTROL verses those REAL LIFE MC techniques, and without any open reel full track fucking tape recorders, sold at Martin Audio-Video Store of Almighty Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG!!!!! Yes, we will be discussing the story of the GREATEST KISS IN HISTORY, and how it compares with an event that occurred with me today, just last evening; and right here at this non-Patty-Hollister Building, so again, BE BRACED!!!!!!!!












The day was horrible, but the persecution on me was in two sections, the AM part, and the PM part; and this is very rare for me to have major bad days broken up like that. But the weirdness of this particular item is not the topic for present discussion, so let's move this onward shall we; me' great, illustrious, wonderful and awesome Blogaudians, yo???









First I feel the need, if not hypnotically compelled, as was the case when I sent that music project on Halloween Day of 2007 to the © Copyright Office and just HAD TO DO IT yet didn't have a clue as to why; like peeps with that weird wild mental illness called Taretz Syndrome that I most probably am misspelling here, where you have to knock on something ten times when you pass by it, or say something over and over, and so forth, and it is very difficult to beat, but I have beaten many Satanic mental problems that were with me since boyhood, as I have an inconceivably powerful amount of fucking cunt will-power and when I set my mind to do something, boy oh boy Georgie and Uncle Billy, do I go at it with unparalleled vigor, but yes; I feel totally and absolutely compelled to open things up here by reminding all of me' viewing audience or (Blogaudians) about Magnetic Percentages and especially MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES for BOTBAR DAYS or MPBD for short, as I've talked many times over the past decade and a fucking half on this topic and how the ENEMY WOMO-M2F does all they can when shit is at its worst with them; to use this powerful ASTRAL-PLANE TECHNOLOGY, just as applied parallel event is another APT, and that ain't fucking short for the goddamn word of apartment, and IPYT, me' peeps!!!!!











I knew that July 1, 2020 would be horrible, and it shocked me not in the cunt eating least wee whittle bitching bit when it all began at about 12:45 or so on the very morning of it with my nut case whack job nabe in unit #610, Donnie. I knew it because for the past year or so things have returned again to their worst with the M2F and myself and as I said, at the worst of times, Mister Shakespeare Sir, this is when the M2F uses this 'OTHER' APT of making sure to give me as many MPBD as is humanly or inhumanly possible, whichever fits and is closer to real-truth, whatever that is any more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also I feel compelled to utter another huge reality that I've been experimenting with and with very unsuccessful results may I add here, yo. I cannot make sense out of anything. There doesn't seem to be anything that makes this persecution on me pick up or back off, saying certain things or not saying them, doing certain things or not doing them, and so on. For some time, logic prevailed at least to some small degree, and this has all gone away in the past several years, matching the same amount of time that TRUMP has been in office, so anyone who is real quick to dismiss that as pure silly coincidence is a goddamn fucking total fool in my opinion, for whatever that's worth!!!!! I thought that enemies did not like my blog book about Jewelly White, but things are no different at all when I stopped that book, so I will be resuming it, only as stated earlier, in sectioned groupings just as we all see things grouped and various topics of many items, on local and world news broadcasts. There are constant keywords hacked into my computer word-office program, and that much I DO KNOW, and this doesn't change. If I get on particular topics and open up new shit, and really pour on a discourse with lots of new information that these WOMO-M2F enemies don't like me spilling the beans about; all of a sudden I'll look up and see an entire page filled with red lines from words all being spliced together or what I call being hacked with the SPACE-BAR-HACK, and this is just one good example out of very many others that I could write and tell about to make my point. I am going to jump around as the mood and spirit takes me. I have some simple notes but my blog today is all up in my mind and I want to do it as the FAWCES tell me to do it.





















During the music attack from Mister Mexico, Diana brought HER LIGHTNING over to visit with me, but the loud music ruined the storm for me. This is the first time in my entire life that I had some prick fucking with me while DIANA was all around me, and supposedly protecting me from ENEMIES, reminding me of a special code that SHE gave to me in 1986 while living at Barf-Karpf's rental home on Marlton Pike, AKA Route 70. SHE told me to “Lock all of my windows and doors, and be vigilant, as many enemies were around me, and planning to do harm to me, and that SHE was unable to protect me”. All things run in circles, and this is most likely why the JRSS works as it does, just as history is known for repeating itself also, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!























I came to learn that the Dow Jones markets were off by 77 POINTS, and this was one reason for the persecution. Watch now today and tomorrow, Thursday and Friday; as it WILL MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY SOAR!!!!!!! Everyone who has been following these blogs for 15-YEARS, knows that I am right 90% or more of the time, and no goddamn mother fucking STOCKBROKER ON THE PLANET has a 900 batting average, and anyone who believes otherwise is the biggest asshole fool in this galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now a little bit of extra behind the scenes information concerning Donnie in Unit #610. Three nights before the bullshit last night, I was dreaming that I was out in the goddamn hallway and his door was open and he had some blasting music in there, and all sorts of peeps were at his door. This is sort of along the lines of what actually happened around one in the morning on Wednesday morning, as I got talking to two of his peeps or pals, or whatever. One was his medical driver who takes him to some Delray Beach, Florida, USA Medical Clinic where he sees a shrink, and gets his medications; and the other dude lives here in the building and was the one who said to me, as he passed by my apartment door, and I had just opened it to see why the noise was going on; that “I have a crazy ass neighbor”. I told him that I didn't doubt it at all. But the entire time that he was slamming his door all morning, I knew that it would make Mister Mexico blast his shit today, and sure enough, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. Predicting the weird bizarre behavior patterns of mentally ill peeps really ain't so hard; right Mister 'L&O' McCoy; pearls, pigs, and family murderers, and next generation pigs, all notwithstanding here???????????? You truly can learn an unbelievable amount of fucking shit from watching those fantastic episodes of this all-time greatest LAW SHOW that has ever been so far televised, yo yo yo BRO!!!












Most peeps in this building, for reasons that elude me beyond any possible logical rationale; are all for President Trump. I know for a fact that management loves the shit out of him. Everyone in mother fucking Florida seems to be a cock sucking asshole Republican. This is a very RED STATE of total HORROR!!! This will all dovetail and fit into shit as I keep telling the story of the day, or Dejour if we were living in that great land of endless romance, FRANCE, and I'm most likely misspelling the word!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, I am indeed SO SAHWEE, Mister Japanese 'WWll' Ambassador, SIR, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I had to go to my eye doctor for a new pair of eye glasses, and after I left there, I went to my local Publix Grocery Store for some goddamn needed food items. After I came home and put my food away, I sat down to watch my “L&O” TV-SHOWS on the WE-TV-NETWORK, and within a few minutes or so, POOF, Mister Mexico activated his music-noise. For the first hour or so it wasn't real loud, but after that, like kids do; they all inch it up and up, and before too long, it's fucking blasting away. So goddamn ass immature! WOW-THAT, BIG 'O'!!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is so much to this powerful story, and if peeps don't come to realize that shit in my life is endlessly beyond fucking cunt outlandish on steroids after I tell you all this story, then you're fucking all brain-dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









We have an American society now, where following completely logical scientific advice is considered disloyalty to the president, and also to the Republican Party. I speak of mask wearing. It is the most absurd ridiculous shit in the universe, and I know that if I live a million years more, I won't ever see anything that even closely rivals this much total insanity amongst peeps who are supposed to be adults, mature, running our government and financial systems; and on and on. I would expect behavior like this if I visited a fucking cunt looney bin, for crying out loudspeaker ass loud, but NAUT in Jewelly WHITE'S HOUSE, at 1600 Pennsy, as well as all damn over WASH YOUR HANDS WASHCLOTHS WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This EARTHLY CHAPTERED BRIGGBASE GROUPATION is beyond outlandish and surreal. Only something such as MIND CONTROL could ever even hope to explain something like what is going on now all around us, here in mother fucking goddamn America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But when I say Mind Control, don't go thinking stupid ass shit like SYFY concepts of it such as the STAR TREK TELLOSIONS with their power of total illusion and mind trickery. There is a whole galaxy of ways to manipulate the mind, and during WWll, the great Soviets of Russia were global experts at this incredible technology. It is a combined grouping of psychology as well as fact manipulation, but it is not some 123 easy lesson. To join a group of peeps who engage in this incredible science, you would need to be way more than just a college graduate of some basicly ordinary academic course. You would need to go to 'spy-school' for five to ten years just to be 'entry level' KGB, or its outside Russian border equivalent. A child can see through all of this shit that's going on around us, only the adults are all shaking their asshole heads, and are totally fucking stymied by it all, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am opening up all sorts of avenues that we'll be traveling down as more blogs continue onward, but for today, I am just removing the roadblocks and barriers so we can shortly begin our travels. Let's examine this Corona Virus situation first. We have a nation that has been completely overcome with this and calls itself the world's greatest super-power. How can we believe nonsense like this. If WWll happened right now, WE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE DEFEATED. There isn't a chance in hell that we would be the victor. We do have the greatest fighting forces, yes, and lots more; but we no longer have that same spirit that we as a collective fucking society had, back in the early nineteen-forties, yo BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! We have 127 and a half thousand dead Americans now from this plague of microbes that are truly on a subatomic level, just an incredible grouping of beyond miniature extremely efficient micro machines, that are more complex a thousand times over, than anything yet used in our NASA Program. But we've all known about super bugs for a hundred fucking years now. Electric medicine could wipe out all of these bugs by reprogramming these micro-machines into harmless globules that interact with our DNA in ways that enhance rather than detract from our otherwise good health. I witnessed a machine in a basement of a New Jersey home that was able to reprogram the DNA of anyone, and make them healthy and back at the age where their physical growth had ended. One treatment a month and you would live until the odds of life would destroy you such as a drive by shooting or a lightning bolt or whatever, as eventually, we all leave this dream here and are truly existing in a timeless fucking purgatory. Still, this virus could be stopped in one week and so could all other medical problems. But if you think that a huge nearly trillion dollar industry would want to be put out of business, then you don't know diddly one about basic goddamn high finance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder said it better than I'll ever be able to say it, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











(topic of co-non-art, so-non-art)





Before I blogged, and while watching some “L&O” on TV; I did some CNA-SNA, and yessir, I AM KICKING FUCKING ASS LIKE IT NEVER HAS BEEN KICKED BEFORE; LOVELY SALLY STARR, AND SAM ASS-ASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I did 12 groups of bets and with one hundred dollar PHR BETTING, the results went:



L-W-W-W-L-W-W-L-W-W-W-W



The amount of times that the bets were made were as follows:



5-3-5-3-7-5-3-7-7-7-5-3



The dollar amounts are based on how many times in the group that bets were won or lost and the dollar amounts of P&L are as follows for these 12 betting groups:



-100

+300

+100

+100

-100

+300

+100

-300

+500

+300

+500

+100



The total without the green vig subtractions is a net profit of:



$1,800.00



The total vig green zero number losses were as follows:



Total Vig outcomes:



4



Total vig losses to house:



$200.00



Net Profit was:



$1,800-$200=$1,600.00



Total spins:



64



Approximate averaged play time:



One Hour



Potential profit on a $100 betting level:



$1,600.00 per hour





CURVE STATS:











This curve has ranged in the 2020 year, from the one CARDDECK (GENIE-WHEEL) #A33, between 950-1,730 dollars per hour, on the $100.00 black gaming chip level. This wheel is currently at 19.397% ART in BMS GRAPH-CHARTS.









So what is mind control? This is when people such as about 30% of the American adult population, knows totally well that 127,000 of our fellow citizens have now perished from the Corona-Virus, but refuse to wear masks, or believe the virus is anything short of a hoax and a plot, to hurt Donald Trump and his chances for 2020 reelection, and defying all logic and truth; these people all have drunk some type of 'coolaide', that is misspelled, and that my goddamn fucking cheapo worthless Microsucks Spellchecker won't offer me any help at all for a correct spelling; and when it is all said and done, we all know that there are no Tallos-4 aliens, and that Star Trek, although a great television show, is total fiction; so what is truly happening here with all of this fucking horse shit then, yo??????????? I don't know how my automobile breaks work. I also don't know fucking squat about a combustion automobile engine system other than for some very basic shit that any poor man finds out after decades of running piece of shit clunkers. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but folks, does this stop me from driving the goddamn fucking ass automobile????????? No, of course it doesn't for Crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So the same thing goes for the mechanics of this wild bizarre cunt eating MIND CONTROL that has seemingly TAKEN OVER THE ENTIRE AMERICAN NATION FOR YEARS NOW!!!!!!!!!!















And now for the 'DOOZIE WHOPPER' of the goddamn fucking day, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you that I went to the eye dock and then to the Publix Store. I came back here and found the Building Manager and some of the maintenance peeps here in the lobby when I came in the door to the building. This is not the first time that I ran into the manager girl and then right after that, the asshole in unit #605 cranked up his music. I know that the entire power structure of this County and Township Public Housing system is behind all of my miseries of never repairing anything in my apartment, and causing me endless misery with this new nabe from HELL! After being here with the blasting hellish NOISE-MUSIC for three hours or so, and around a quarter past seven yesterday evening; I went to leave a note under the manager's door again to complain. I rolled the shopping cart that I had near my door to the elevator and vestibule area, and while I was waiting for the elevator, Mister Mexico came out of his apartment and knocked on my door. I know this in hindsight, and then, I only knew that I heard a door close, and then a knock on another door. I got downstairs and was writing my note at a desk with a pen and a piece of paper that I had brought with me. As I was writing the note, Mister Mexico got off the one of the two elevators and came right up to me and asked me if I was going to call the police on him again. I thought he was done for the day playing his shit, but he wasn't. I learned that he had knocked, and then figured that I had gone downstairs, so he took the next elevator. He acted really friendly and made me feel like a total heel. Talk about TRUMPS PEEPS and their powerful Robert McGuire magical MIND CONTROL and manipulation of people, this was absolutely fucking cake taking, and truly you would have needed to be there to see it all go down in real time to fully appreciate what is being done to me. He insisted that we shake hands, despite the virus. Then he grabbed me and gave me a huge hug. This is why I told earlier in my blog about how Jesus Christ was betrayed by the world's most fucking famous KISS, to make a point and draw a beyond powerful parallel here. But I thought we were supposed to keep our distance. These Republicans around this building are acting like we are all living on another planet, SHERIFF MASCARA, sir, and fuck the goddamn $10,000.00. I ain't got it, and I can't pay it, but there is more to that wild dream too, and yes, it all ties fucking into all of this shit as well, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!! You really would have TO BE ME to fully get what I am going through, lads and lassies and Lab dogs out here, yo BRRRRRRRRRRR!



















Right after that wild dream with the Sheriff last year, where we were both up in the Laurel Springs, NJUSAESMWG area, near Satar Music Store, and Interboro Savings Bank, on the JEWELLY HORSE PIKE (AKA ROUTE 30); Household Finance Company called me and harassed me, and told me that I owe them more than eight thousand dollars on an old credit card drawn on their fucking crooked bank from HELL. They never sent the law suit papers in the mail, and they never called me back; and this is a debt from late 2009, and I know it is totally illegal to persecute a person after this much time, on ANY DEBT whatsoever, unless it is the IRS or some Federal Government debt, that no one can bankrupt legally from, such as student loans, etcetera. I know the fucking cunt law, baby love!!!!!!!!!! I told you this would be a doozie-whopper blog, and it is only opening up lots of fucking foundation areas that will lead down into very long wild crazy roads that even the mighty fucking Sir Nick Cannon couldn't steal my spirit and take me on. Boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Georgie Wonderfulife! As I should have said to lovely Katy-Queen in 1997, at Abseacon's great DQ; “THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me' pernt to all of this is of course the great BIBLE and the incredible PROPHETS and PROPHECIES that are all throughout it all! The fifth dimensional Hyperspace, and all of its beyond outlandish and surreal Towel-Seepage-Effects of Hyper-Space-Mechanics, High School Musicals, and weird all-knowing news anchor peeps in Philadelphia (TSE), is so ultra complex, that no one person in a million years, could ever write a sufficient amount of texts on the topic; no matter how much that person has experienced or knows. I do know however, that mind control and manipulation, is made up of many wild and totally Earthly-taboo-forbidden pieces of wisdom and knowledge. One of these many parts and pieces is hyperspace and TSE. Another is the PHASE-4-REALITY where all things exist somewhere, and this can be in fact applied in wild ways to be able to bend truth itself, and anyone who doubts all these things and this blog, and this blogger, Mountainpen, only needs to archive and carefully examine all of the writings from the time that it began on the net in early 2006, and then compare it to the modern days and times of RIGHT NOW with TRUMP, and our current nightmare shituation of all of this hellishness here in 2020!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I told the great Mister Toni Bonjovi a little bit of my woes, in 2012. Big mistake. Still, we all make mistakes, and yes, we all have come to learn that vaping is just as bad as smoking regular ciggs, huh ol' buddy Ryan?







Thanks for stopping by, Avalon Recording Studio is now closed for business. If you are looking for a professional recording studio we recommend Power Station Studios in Pompano Beach, Florida. www.powerstationstudios.com























UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!



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BY SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY THE END OF 2014, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, GIVE OR TAKE, BASED ON THE 'PEP' AVERAGE AS WELL AS MY DAMN CONTINUAL ENDLESS PERSECUTION OF NEARLY 30 YEARS, SINCE THIS ALL MOTHER FUCKING BEGAN ON AUGUST 15, 1986.



















Hay, I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT IS NO LONGER 0808 in OHM-14, OR IN ANY OTHER YEAR, BUTT; it looks like this is going to be one hell of a scarey week for me; and without any sharks or Amittyville horrors, or burnt Carolina toast from my real ''first trip to Florida at age two or so. As I type this, I am being super mother fucking HACKED OUT, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING TO FUCKING GET THEM TO STOP THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT SIR?



I AM NOT CHANGING FONT FUCKING COLOR, BOB MCDOWELL, THEY ARE DOING THIS. WHERE FUCKING ARE YOU WHEN MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING FUCKING PUMMELED TO DEATH, PAM BONDI, AG OF FLORIDA? REAL FUCKING FUNNY!!!




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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
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1988
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1989



























Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu000204016
1980





So where were you when I needed you TWINBAY, with that positive outlook on life that you always have? Would you be telling me ''it's gonna' be all right, when I quit acting like I'm so up tight, and don't I know I'm adda sight, in THE MORNING LIGHT''? No lighthouses or lakehouses please, Microsucks Corporation. I have enough to deal with right now, lovely people!









Well, 60,600 page-views; that's quite a bit better than better than 00000. HAY BLACK HAT HACKER SCUM; GET A MOTHER FUCKING JERKED OFF LIFE, YOU ASSHOLE HUMPING LOSERS! YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALLOWED TO TAKE ONE MORE CUNT CHEWING BREATH, AND IF I EVER FIND YOU, I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE YOUR LAST MOTHER FUCKING BREATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

































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The BRIGGBASE CULT, SUCKS. MANY LARGE EARTH WAKING WORLD CULTS ARE MERE BLACK OPS PARTS OF THIS ONE ALMIGHTY NASTY-ASS CULT!



































A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, ON CUNT LAPPING 13 AUGUST, AND IS STILL GOING ON STONG AS FUCKING DOG SHIT ON 14 AUGUST. GEE I WONDER YYYYY? CAN ANYBODY GUESS WHAT THIS 1986-2014 SHIT IS ALL CUNT CHEWING ABOUT????????????????????????????











OH LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!









I wouldn't pay one red fucking penny to anyone, or anything, ever again, whatsoever; connected with, or in any way a part of; THE MUSIC INDUSTRY, OR THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD. YOU WILL WAKE UP IN FIRE, COUSIN DONALD FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, YOU WICKED FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















This cunt lapping miserable nightmare is without borders and without ends. It will outlast the mother fucking stars and the mountains. When my horrendous fucking language picks up and I no longer can contain my vulgarity of speech, this is quite obviously when I AM BEING ASSAULTED TO A MONSTOUS FUCKING DEGREE, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, SHERIFF K.M., ACLU, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, LOCAL FPFL-PEEDEE, PAM BONDI-A.G. OF FLORIDA, and anyone else who just may care in the cock sucking least little bit, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! Well Bob McDowell, you indeed grew up and became the man that Danny Mackey would be proud to know. Too bad the one he thought was already pretty much OK, pathetic me, turned out with a lifetime filled with dirty fucking ratty dog shit in his mouth, SHEEEEIT!





Aniwho folks, I was walking into the local town Publix Grocery Store, and LIGHTNING saw me and flashed in the distance, leaving me to hold back tears while I walked in. Hay Mister Patterson, I love your great television commercials; and I am honored to be living only three dozen miles to the north of you, here in Fort Pierce. Did you get what happened that day in Atlantic City, with the shades and the crying on the beach shit, from me, just askin'? I really loved your book, out of all of them you ever wrote, my fave will always be ''LIFEGUARD'', but then, I think you read enough stuff, to know why that is. WHAAAAA! Hope all is well with you. I will not be setting foot in Atlantic City ever again. Golly gash darn gee whiz © Examiners of 1988, this is totally RIDICULOUS, LESTER AND MACK KAITER FROM 1967!!!!!!!!!





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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001148157
1988
Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-
PAu001189027
1989



COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR

IT WAS NOT FUNNY THEN AND IT IS NOT FUNNY NOW!













































LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, they are boiling me in oil!!!!!!!













I SINCERELY HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING:





MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3





ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 020







I am not enjoying writing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







AUGUST 14, 2014,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 3:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 77 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 98%, AND IT FEELS 84 DEGREES.



















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IT WAS AS THOUGH THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD (EW) CULT, ALREADY FUCKING CUNT KNEW, THAT RIGHT AFTER THE OPENING OF THIS BLOG; I WAS GOING TO POST SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF 'BOO-HOO-HOO, CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER'; AND THEY HACKED THE FUCKING CUNT SHIT OUT OF ME, JUST TO FUCK MY SHITsapookna ALL UP. I CANNOT FIGHT SCUM THAT CAN FUCKING MANIPULATE TIME, AND SATAN CAN AND DOES THIS ALL THE FUCKING TIME, JIM BURR, SCREW YOU, I KNOW IT IS A FACT AND WE NEVER AGREED. BUT THEN, ALL THE SHIT I TOLD YOU BACK THEN IS NOW ON FUCKING CUNT TELEVISION, NOT AS FICTION, SO WHO TOLD WHO, MY BRATHA??? THANX FOR THE MEMORIES, MICROSUCKS!!!!











Well me' peeps; I asked KITTY-GAGA why this horrendous horrific death siege is upon me and got the PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) OF 752. Here is what is on my list so far that matches PCN-752, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!





I AM HERE-----WORLD TRADE CENTER-----AMERICA-----SAINT LUCIE COUNTY-----OCTOBER THIRTY ONE-----BLU RAIN-----MONSTER-----RICK EID---------------------------------------





WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







OK JOHN KING AND EVERYONE ELSE, WITH SOME AID OF SOME DISTANT TIME AND AREA CANDLES OF COURSE FOR JK, BIG LOVELY PAULA; AND YES I GOT YOUR MESSAGE, PAULAking2011, MICROSOFT MEMORIES; BOY OH BOY, ARE YOU GONNA' THROW ME OUT OF MY HIGH RISE TOO, BABS??????????????





I already told you what my horrible monster jerk off doctor said, but left out a lot of other nice things, such as, “Mark, your brain is broken”. Nice thing for a doctor to say. Real floor pounding professional, 2. You know peeps, I'll bet deep down inside my cunt sniffing soul, that Professor Kaku from New York University (NYU), is not the only one now who is beginning to see the real dangerous and fucking terrifying shit that MORIANITY has labeled, HSE or HYPER-SPACE-EFFECTS, HUH MISTER CODES DISNEY AMBULANCE DRIVER FROM WW-2?????????????????????? JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ CUNT LAPPING LOUISE, FONTY AND QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY, OPTIMIST TWINBAY, YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







WOW DANIEL MACKEY AND R.H. MACY, YO!





MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCC:



SCAN WHOEVER HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR 60 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS. USE ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. USE ZERO DIMENSIONAL AND ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. I AM MAXING OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO 11.8 INCHES PER NANOSECOND, AND ALL YOUR CONTROLS AGAINST THAT GAIN TO THE MAXIMUM 11.5 IPNS. YOU WILL BE HEARING THE OLD STYLE AT&T EMPOWERMENT TONES AS THE LONG-E VOWEL PRONUNCIATION. LONG TONE IS HIGH, SHORT TONE IS LOW. YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK NOW HAS A TOTALLY WIPED OUT SINGED AND CRUSHED DESTROYED OBLITERATED IMAGE-OBJECT ON IT. EMPOWER NOW ON THESE TONES AND MY VOICE PRINT COMMAND----MMMMMMMM.





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COMPUTER, G-901, G-189, UNDER G-13, G-14, G-1133, UNDER CG2, CG-18 AND S---T---O---P!!!













SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHERIFF MASCARA, AT 3:28 IN THE CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ASSHOLE MORNING, MY BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO A MOTHER FUCKIGN MESS WITH THIS COCK SUCKING DEMONIC FAMILY STRAIGHT FROM FUCKING CUNT ASS HELL, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











My mouse was major fucking hacked a few minutes back, FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, sir, old pal from 1972. It took 5 times for the highlight to take without going off when I let go of the clicker. I AM fuckiGN cunt going to buy another mouse, just to prove to myself this is HACKING, and not a fucked up mouse, and I already cunt eating fucking know wholeheartedly, that the new mouse I buy later on this week at the Staples Store down the road, will do the very same thing as this one does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not fall off any mother fuckiGN turnip trucks the other day, any more than you did, my friend Senator Thompson from the “L&O” show!!!!!!!! HERE COMES THE ('''FUCKIGN''') HACKS, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, PAL AND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! Twisted and pathetic really; no life at all. I am their entire mother fucking cunt lapping world, Bob!








Well United States Copyright Office, the great SCYLLA GODDESS, I AM N---O---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE FUCKING CUNT LAPPING COMES THE (`~HACK), FCC BOB MCDOWELL, YO YO YO YO, YOU WANNA' FUCKING HELP A GUY OUT HERE, OLD 1972 BUDDY, BRRRRRRRRRR????













I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, are part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.











POOR POOR PITIFUL WHITTLE ZERANNISS ART YANCY JONES!!!!!











ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah Krassle).



''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF'', RICK EID!!!!



















There is no escaping my fate. I was murdered or died in my sleep of a mastoid ear infection that night in middle August in 1986. I wonder what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear, Donna Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!







Well, I just thought my mother fucking enemies out here whoever and wherever they are, Ron Wirtz Senior, Retired Camden County, New Jersey, ADA Prosecutor, sir; will enjoy knowing quite fuckiGN facetiously, THAT MY FATHER'S BOURBON WING ROULEETE SYSTEM, WON ME A TON OF MONEY THROUGHOUT even this fucking major death siege, so HA-HA-HA-HA, and I learned you cannot short term fake or lie, they know if this is true or false. THEY ARE GODS, that is what these advanced cunt eating hyperspace travelers are, THE GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And they don't mean me one bit of mother fucking good, not in these past 60 cunt chewing years, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!




















LADS AND LASSIES; THIS IS MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

















FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI







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I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, but first, something that sort of fits and sort of doesn't yet makes a powerful point, is going to be talked about just a little bit, good peeps. This is a surreal and way beyond unbelievable tale unless you knew the entire story that spans no human lifetime, but rather, somewhere to round shit off folks, at about ten freaking thousand years. This is only part of the story and the equation, but this time period is important for you to keep in mind. Just as SSJK has powerful numbers that mean a lot to her in her world, I too have the same, only they are different numbers, but still they mean quite a bit to me, in my world.






















DEAR DIARY JOURNAL: I AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER, AND THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR. NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United States freaking constitution actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides in great Mother Russia; to do what he did. It also instructs the rest of us pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state, huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver Godtalker????????????????????????????













A week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area, and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story, unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl. No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body. Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this, “There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life, to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong, Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark, bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit to this mother fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?







Sarah didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings. But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.














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This is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45. If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8 years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS PEEPS LIKE ME ON CRACKPOT LISTS? I know for a fact that WFMU-Jason made a ton of money wiping any chance I ever could have had with my blogs totally out, as some e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his, ended up on my blog, and it was about my blog, and it said, and I quote, “This is the blog I made a lot of money out in CALI with”. Then we wonder why things like this come out one way on BLOGGER and another way on WORDPRESS, and so much fucking more: Real ''funny funny funny'', Sheila Schorr. My brain is broken, Roger Thomas, so What's Happenen'????
















Someone had all of this planned a long freaking time before poor old Mark Wayne Fucking Mohr ever got himself goddamn born, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE THAT THIS IS THE DAMN FUCKING TRUTH, WORLD.











































The world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey!!!!!!!!!!!!!















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One blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my great kid has; W—O—W!


O—H *** SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY OBLITERATE EVERYTHING.



























































































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