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'OKAY' as Mister J. Romano King would say it so well back in September of 1996 in great Alantic'a parallel world here known as ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, I have not been blocked out, but some OTAMMIT-ENEMY has reported or flagged me as you know, back on the TITLE OF 2022-O BLOG. I will prove to any of you who seriously use their brains B4 this blog ends, that this is the exact same thing happening to me as is stuff medically since I was 28 years old with my mysterious glandular condition, and yes, with the shadow government fawces allowing my persecutors to endlessly covertly harass me and wreck my life, and then the biggest parallel I will draw with this incident is the deal with the great illustrious FASCITAR, how I came to use it, how it was given to me, how important it was for me to get it and use it, and then the most important part of all, doing the whole thing totally invisibly. As I said, the CIA and the NSA would twuwee be proud of lovely Mizz Neckbites Patty Hollister that day at that Philadelphia shipping company office. For reasons that elude any rational mortal world type of an explanation, lovely Mizz Patty Hollister, the name that I knew her as back then, she wanted me to have and use this mind blowing tool of HALLS FAWCES, and was told in some way by someone or some Captain Shantner thing and for some unknown covert mysterious reason, to do a precise thing, or maybe she was even smart enough to have plotted all of this out all by herself, who can ever know these things unless one finds them out and things get proven in full detail down to the Nth degree? BUTTTT, big ass Milituforce Otammic FAWCES BUTT, and all other big butts of endless coincidental stuff oh world, TEE HEE HEE MIZZ LILLY MUNSTER of all great April 15 days of all great 2001 years; it was absolutely every bit as urgent for me to get these tapes from atop of her desk that day in the great city of brotherly-whatever back in the autumn times of the year of 1973, and it was beyond necessary to the great FAWCES, that I learn to use this mind blowing astral world TOOL. But the covertness of the ops is the discussion right now. It was also urgent to shut me up on these blogs a while ago and hence, the great CAPS-SMALLS-HACK was used insessantly, and then when I was not stopped or thwarted by that and faught ever onward against these diseased OTAMMITE'S, well, then obviously the enemies needed to PLAN-B things, right folks? What was plan "B" you ask me? well, I will spell it 4U great Blogaudians. It was {[('censorship')]}, or the attempt at it!!!! See how me' whittle life keeps endlessly working as well as FOLLOWING ENDLESSLY PREDICTABLE PATTERNS, TRENDS, AND ORGANIZED ASSAULTS, YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER ENDLESS EMMEREFFING YEAR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? Hey, let me move along now while remaining on the topic of what is allowable to be said on a blog, as well as detailing and elaborating on things that I do say and have said right along, and give you a LEEEEEEEGAL-SWORN 2B TRUTH concerning what is meant and naut just the words themselves which perhaps have been misunderstood by some individual readers of these blogs now as well as throughout the sixteen plus years of my blogging project. If I lived a couple of centuries ago or even a couple of centuries from now, as the me who I am of course, sir Mark Wayne Mohr of harassmentville, I COULD BE LEGALLY STOPPED AND EVEN PUNISHED for saying things such as spilling blood, or giving magical commands into a magical machine that only I am able to run and control, via my exact and unique voice print and the sound of non Mars candies. Yes he does exist, and he helped my mom and me move from one 'JAWSEY' APARTMENT INTO ANOTHER back in 1975. But back to me' point peeps, ol' buddy Ex-Governor K. Yes it was naut legal lovely Mizz Blake, back when witchcraft laws were on the books and being enforced. In the future in many parallel dimensions and perhaps here too, it is also naut legal to use things such as parallel event applied intentionally, or similar mystical technologies including MAP as I have abbreviated it, MAgnetic Percentage also applied against other citizens. Also using a metaphysical computer such as my MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE first constructed and used in 1983 to do a lot more than just put enemies and or BG rip offers into cripple chairs. Hey, you may vely well naut like things said on these blogs, but I will NEVER EVER BREAK ANY LAWS, AND I WILL NEVER EVER PHYSICALLY SPILL ANY BLOOD, NOR PAY ANYONE TO BREAK ANY LAWS, AND well, you get the drift. So try and sensor me all you want to mother flower, but these sworn words tell not only on this one blog, but they tell you what I have legally sworn to and thissss lovely Mizz Erica 1983 Snakes, covers my entire 16+ years of all of me' Goddessdamn blogs, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! Hopefully THAT is now oudda da' way peeps, SHEEESH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'WEEEEEEEEEE', Sir fake harmony tracks Chester!!!!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now folks, we've wasted enough time on RECENT OTAMMIC-ENEMY COIMPENSATIONS, YO!!!!!!! 'HALLS FAWCES' PLANNED MANY THINGS B4 THEY ACTUALLY REVEALED THEMSELVES INTO OUR ORDINARY MORTAL WORLD REALITY, AND ONE OF THOSE THINGS WAS A GREAT SIXTIES TELEVISION SHOW CALED "DARK SHADOWS". This entire show had many reasons for being and I am only aware of the one that pertained to me. I would never ever be so Carlky simon vane however as to believe that this was ITS ONLY FRIKKIN' PURPOSE. Still, the topic at hand is me and the show's connection with me. Now this entire show worked around a theme that was mirror imaged with names, as well as situations borderlining on the 'Aimy Louise Cooley Cicone' supernatural, and a fishing village in Maine may be miles from the great Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic city, but the endless coincidence are beyond mathematical probalities, and everyone knows it who thinks rationally. We have Victoria Callio, Sarah Callio, Bob McGuire and this is just for startes. The letters in both CALLIO and COLLINS is also beyond unmistakable. They both begin with a vowell, then have the same three letters of "LLI", and despite one being ethnically Italian and the other naut Mizz Blake, it still defies ordinary non coincidental stuff. Two Sarah ghosts is beyond major, same ages when this both began in the very middle sixties too. Also let us naut forget birthdates, mine and my dads, matching Quentin Collins' day of a death prediction and then Paul Stoddard's cult due date where he had to have his lovely daughter Carolyn sacrificed to the cult in exchange for a financial blessing for twenty years, a time term known astrally as a BRIPER, or a BRIGGBASE-PERIOD, and very powerful to the great real actual LAMBRIGGER ASTRAL CULT, and yes, this has nothing whatsoever to do with a place on the mortal world across the pond, Mister Marcucci ol' pal, called Lambrigg, England. Some few things really can be a coincidence, or can they be? We can get more into that stuff at later times on later blogs, folks. But just wht did this great show mirror image these things with me and mirror image Atlantic City in New Jersey when the town that it was taking place in was the fictionally created fishing village of all non-greedy fishermen, called Collinsport, Maine? Well B4 you go on with this I will site that I lived at those middle sixties times in a town called Westmont in Jawsey, and right next to that town to the west was COLLINGSWOOD. Who wants to give me a break here? Still, we are only discussing the reasons that HALLS FAWCES was doing this mirror image thing. Also, what else were these magical subatomic forces into and doing besides this Dark Shadows TV-SHOW and AC-NJ-USA? Coming to my mind right now is a quick list and we'll now discuss the monster-TOP THREE of this wild list: First is of course the Atlantic city Dark Shadows parallel. Second is the new age nineties right directly after the great PINK GODDESS SCYLLA 'SJK' physically left our green-brown EARTH. Third we have my wild and unfathomable medical glandular condition that came on me seven years before the great ninety year came in and the world turned another one of those famous PAT ROBERTSON RPL-1980 CORNERSTONES. but this medical condition deal was beyond any Twilight Zone TV-SHOW on its best frikkin' glittering edited day!!!!!!! Doctors refused to help me ever get the root of what was causing it, and I know fully well that they could have. The whole thing was a powerful mother flagging set up. It was all to get me slowly maneuvered back into FAMILY NIGHTMARES HAUNTING MY PAST, but in ways way too strange for humanity to ever twuwee honestly grasp, making me appear to be an insane crack pot just for attempting to try and solve the damn issue BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Despite the modern day internet showing me that there are indeed both cures, and ways to solve "my problem MISSES MOHR-1984", I was and still am to this very day, unable to do jack squat. There are many things such as goiter and Graves disease and many things that I've researched online for a decade or more now that explain all of my symptoms of excruciating misery, and yet not one doctor is ever willing to explore them and thereby help to alleviate my suffering. My entire life was ruined because of this, and then all of the harassment was just an extra hellish ingredient on top of that already ton of misery that I have had to endure and suffer through ever since I've been 28 and a half years of emmereffing age. If this is naut all part of some supernatural conspiract that is every bit as HUUUUUUUUUGE as the Dark Shadows-10SC Avenue reflection, then simply put, I don't effing know what the dog-stink could be people. Some fawce out here wanted me to get and use the FASCITAR in 1973, and it worked. I did. And life went beyond whacky as a result. Then came the medical problems and the great wild unfathomable family connections with the entire mess that was originated straight from from DOGTOWN. Then csame the death of SJK SCYLLA, and the John the Baptist activation of my daughter, and yes world, that of course is only me' opinion, but I have a right to my opinions, just not to my facts. When I tell you it is fact, then it is fact. I admit that these are my opinions, and yes lovely Mizz MD, I'm entitled to them, but shouting cosmos gods out here, gimme' a bwake willya' MD, Mashell Daniels, the initials of MEDICAL stuff. How many co-ink-eee-dinks can you all continuosly tolerate and twuwee believe in? What are you all, daft for crissing out loud. By the way crissing out loud is a Morianity expression that I'll be using from time to time. It combines crissake, cursing, and crying out loud, all into one quick combo, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For those who do not like what they read, I have told you the same thing that I tell helpless adults who seemingly are too weak to grab a remote control in their homes and switch a television channel when they don't like something on their TV screen. "Change the damn blannel", or BLOG-CHANNEL. I mean really folks, you don't have to agree or like my true words, and when you don't then that is what the "NEXT-BLOG" buttons are for, right, yo??????????? ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I am naut allowed 2B anything BUTT isolated, and me' great teacher from COOLEY HALL, Mister David Leigh Smith recognized this way back in the days of Halloween of 1970. This was the teacher at my special-ed school after Mister Marcucci the previouys year, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He saw some amazing things way back then, and we won't even get into one way mirrors used in the classroom or not-too-happy wisher Doctor Garrigan from the office next door, naut right now, that can wait for later emmereffing bwogs fwolks. Back to the isolation topic for now. I am siting the incident of just yesterday when I had returned from the Vero Beach Best Buy Store and was parking in me' dwiveway, Sir Elmer Fwuuud. The skies had been unusually quiet, completely dead, and without any help from Roseann Delaney's or Barnabas Collin's, or their lovely creeking cauffins. But as soon as I got out of my car and began speaking to one of me' nabes to the west of me' twailor Mister Fwuuuddd sir, POW, planes came out of literally nowhere and began buzzing all around me and it went on the entire time that I was talking to someone who I;ll call for sake of Dragnet TV-Shows and altered names for the protection of the innocent, Nora. I was telling Nora how the world has gone to the dogs and then some, as the prices for total junk at the store, is beyond absurd and ludicris. You can spend a grand for total junk laptops with tiny little screens, I mean gimme' a bweak folks. She has peeps in her family who are in the computer bizz and now I am all set. They will get me a nice LT system with an already installed Office 360 or some similar thing, a high def connection plug to go right into me;' ROKU Smart-TV or me' landlord's weelwee, and when I have all of this it will work directly off of me' Comcast-WIFI system. I finally got all my stuff worked out with them, including a new Galaxy smart phone that works weelwee friggin' beautifully. I do not have to pay a cent for any of it other than for a thirty dollar fee for the phone and now all the payments are paid by a program called Internet-Essentials. This is for poor folks on Medicaid. THe crap finally all went through, yo. I went through total DOGTOWN but finally it was all damn ass worth it, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now when I get the LT through Nora's peeps, for a buck or so rather than eight times that much for total junk at the store, I can blog from home and no longer need to come out to the library four times a damn ass week folks!!!!!!!!!!! Every time anything works out for me in the smallest way, planes come out of nowhere, LITERALLY, and assault me. It is the most incredible shit eating thing that is going down in the entire world, and no one believes me, and that is the most powerfully awesome and disturbing part of the entire emmereffing nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shit that all of you just take for granted every day of your lives out there, I have to effing work five times harder than any of you just to hopefully get one fifth of what other peeps get. But even all of you are in a similar boat and most of you are beyond absolutely freaking clueless about it. It all goes right over your heads like the damn air. This world is not coming to an end kind peeps out here, IT ALREADY HAS ENDED. It's just like watching an hour hand on any small clock or wristwatch. You cannot ever see it move, but stare at it and it does move. Watch it for an hour or half a day, it really moves around that dial, yet WE CANNOT SEE IT HAPPEN. This is called GRADUALISM, and it is a real power that can indeed be used by powerful folks, and is being used, and the world changed in these tiny degrees since the days of Reagan, and I seem to be th eonly human that was ever able to literally actually see it go down, Mister joe Sivo and Mister James Tiberious Burr. The good life in America that I fully remember IS NOW 100% TOTALLY GONE FOREVER peeps, and you're all clueless. Am I wrong gameplayer Wesley TNG-Star Trek Crusher? Maybe peeps who are aware of the 'SPACE-TIME-MIND' truths, such as me and you and Kazinski, and Roddenberry; also can see these fantastic gradualism degrees. Who can ever freaking know such things? The man who can travel through time, with or without any loving carpenters or GREEDY FISHERMEN of Galilee, huh world and huh great mighty Copyright Office of yellow-sheeted strokes and heart attakcs????????????? I didn't mean to upset the great head Librarian of Congress late in the year of 2007. I just did what the damn copyright form told me to do. I follow rules, laws, instructions, and to quote Barnabas Collins perfectly from 1968, "If one values social acceptance, we must do this", and hey Barny, I try weelwee frikkin' hard to do this, and yet no matter what I do, they all go away, huh lovely Lightning, and Lightning in human form too??????????? Who would ever believe my wild and true tale straight out from beyond the gates of Dogtown? It's no different than trying to make any of you see how patriot frikkin' blood was spilled on many numerous fdamn battlefields a quarter millennium ago to get rid of ROYAL CONTROL, and now we no longer have King George but rather, we now have and think nothing of it, somewhere between 300 and 1200 kings and queens all over America living in Kar-TRASH-ian mansions rather than old style palaces, and telling all of us what to do, what to think, and how to love!!! You are all so damn blind it makes me totally ill and angry times ten to the power of a mack truck, Mizz Mashell Daniels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Dave Roth had a theory and I used to think he was completely mad for his idea. I know longer do. I now call it the DARFEE Theory. Dave Roth's Favors by the Enemies Theory when abbreviated becomes DARFEE. During an ICPE-APE MAP-CRAP ATTACK on Labor Day when a black out for the second time went down in my area, we all were outside in the area talking, the nabes and me, and I met several peeps then and now this has helped me with my blogs. Dave used to insist that many times, indirectly of course, our OTAMM enemies were actually performing FAVORS FOR US, whether they liked it or naut. I had a HUUUUUGE struggle getting the free internet service, but I have it now and the only thing stopping me from blogging at home was getting an affordable system to do it on. Well, problem solved, and all thanks to the damn enemie, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Arthur Crane sir, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that I'll always need to struggle many times harder than other peeps do, to get even less of what they get and expect, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT lovely muscles-Monique Mahm, IT'S WORTH IT IN THE DAMN END, YO!!! It's a reality I am forced to live with and endure, right Mister 1977 Mars McGinty, kind sir?????????? It is just part of the great truth, you all know it, the 'SO-SO-HC-PH'. PH stands for perpetual hellishness of course, and Mizz Blake, it most certainly does naut stand for lovely Patricia Hollister Neckbites Howard. Peeps, let's squalk a minute or so about beautiful lovely Patty. She came twice in the summer of 1969 to that wonderful America's Playfround, AKA Atlantic City. There was a powerhouse reason that I confused a date that was two weeks apart on the first visit to Ziggy's jetty at Schiff's Central Pier. When I moved into where I now live, something happened that is beyond a mind blow. You won't believe me and I will tell it to the world anyway, yo BRAH. I found deep in a recessed area of my car, something that somehow slipped way down in a place that would most likely never have been found other than for the fact that I had to have my mechanic remove something and there it was, somehow accidentally slipped down in an inconceivable way in an area between me' trunk and me' back seat. This was a regular mailing envelope that contained some papers that I had placed there just temporarily whilke I was living back at Jenny's trailor park and shortly B4 my move in with the great KING-TAWF FAMILY OF DOGTOWN. I as you know was early into blogging and was on an original blog with a blogging address of drunkenhive on blogger dot com. You of course can access it any time on many countless links that I poseted right here on these many years of blogs since the start of the 2012 year. You cannot miss these links, I posted them hunbdreds of times almost daily and definitely not a week went by where I didn't post up the links to them. But in this envelope I was keeping some information tha ti may have eventualkly decided to discuss and never did and got somehow taken to my car during the move and in a bag or a tote, the envelope got literally lost between the cracks as the old expression goes that we have all heard of countless times. I had been told my daughter's birthday over the phone by the local town library just the week B4, and I had some photos of Patty and Merry from 1975. I had lots of them in a black attachey case, but that is now gone forever. But in this one was a photograph and also a paper note to myself, for blogging purposes of course. On this note I showed how one day in late June, the last Saturday in the month, Patty had come down to the CentralPier and I had mentally confused an incident the following year when I accidentally hit my head on a concrete beam, with an incident from late July or early August where this same charachter came back and was talking to Ziggy and his friends about a place called Washington Heights in New York City. Many things were talked about and then along came a young girl about age twenty-five or so who joined in the talk and who I'd never seen B4, and I was there every single Saturday and Sunday in the summer of 1969. Long story cut real short, I had realized that I had confused some things and some dates,m and in this blog-note to myself, I said that until I can clearly remember stuff, I should not blog it., TRhen on a conscious level of mind, I totally forgot all of this, as my life went to hell with the King abduction beginning shortly thereafter on the night of the eleventh of July in 2008, as you all know the story real damn well, or GODDESSDAMN SHOULD ANIWHO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! But I suddenly after moving into to where I'm living right now, and reading the blog-notes over carefully, remembered that it was not the night of the fifth of July but it was Saturday around three in the afternoon on the 28th day of June, that Patty threw me underneath the pier, oh mighty sir Billy Harner, and yes, that was my summer of love, 31 years earlier, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This prompted me to do the fire song, mister Glenn, and I am no goddamn fagot, ol' buddy!!!!!!!!! DEAL WITH IT, Mister WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________________________________ People, my life has no mortal world true explanations, it just doesn't, so deal with it, Dick wolf sir, deal with it. Why did Mister Glenn insist I am gay because I wrote a song for a female vocalist to sing? Some songs are written by the songwriter for a particular gender-artist to sing and so the damn lyrical content conforms to that. But he kept insisting that I am gay for absolutely no reason. I have no problems with gays or anything gay related, that is until peoplke insist for no good reason, THAT I AM GODDAMN GAY. I am naut gay, Mizz Blake. I wanted and fantasized that someday lovely Patty might sing that song for me, titled 'BURN WITH FIRE', and yes, with or without any glittering lights or any blocked out sounds, or endlessly coincidental great movies. So whether anyone wishes to teach me great NEO-HO chants, show me how to prepare wild green magical veggy combos, or covertly get my mom to bring me tapes from a magical school much like Cooley Hall, leading me to the FASCITAR, well, things happen, you know, shit, stuff, bizz-parts, all of it,and dogs and doghouses too I suppose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still 39 weeks right to the day from June 27 until the following March electrical, huh? Wanna' gimme' a break lads and lassies out there??????????????????????????? Let us talk some more on giving me a break with peeps trying to shut these blogs up. If someone out here who is legitimately concerned that I am a danger or a threat to anyone, hey, leave a comment, or call me at 772-708-3607, and like an adult, show me where you think I am crossing any red lines; and maybe we can discuss things like grown up people. If not, well, go to Dogtown. I mean really. Don't you see whoever did that to me, [YOU'RE JUST PROVING MY BLOG IS ALL TRUE]. So thank you. I mean come on, you have to see it, yo. I accuse lovely Patty of covertly getting me to do something back in 1973. Then a half century later practically to the very day, 49 years yo, pow, you flag my blog. but it is all done mysteriously and covertly, no true clear cut reason telling me exactly what you think I said wrong so hat it allows me to make corrections for future postings. don't UC my loogic here? Are you really that dense? Now let us also further examine an unmistable and brand new co-ink-eee-dink peeps. I have recentlky been telling you of my great recent revelation with the 1969 asterisk, and we all know that in modern times, this is used as a BLEEP-OUT or a sensorship, right? I mean show me how I amwrong and I'll listen, but if you leave a dorky message that will not clearly answer my querry, I won't read past the dorkiness, just as if anyone calls me and acts stupid, I'll hang upo on you B4U can say Jack Halloween dorko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ I went up on the generalized Blogger page, after seeing the red flag on my blog on chapter title 2022-O. It is as generic as you can get, listing all possible types oif non allowable crap. Well, I am not making a sex blog, so that is not the problem. Maybe someone doesn't like my saying blood will get spilled. hopefully I have properly addressed the issue now. All blogs ever written, no threats of any actualk physical junk are implied or given, ever. But no one can stop me from using electronic metaphysical (witchcraft) now can they, not in this time period? If I was in the year 1685 or 2272, well, that is a whole othe rmatter, but in 2022 yo, I can do whatever I want and none of you out here can stop me. It breaks absolutely NO FRIKKIN' LAWS, and unless I break a law, you can't do whoopie-diddly, yo yo yo yo yo yo McNulty sir, so AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sirs Arthur Crane and Magic Harmonyboy Fake Chester. A child can see that powerful enemies, including my own kid; can indeed endlessly make my life a living burning nightmare hell. Oh well, so what's to do, Mister Jack TZ Klugman and Pip?????????????? Patty, if you are out there and alive, please tell our kid to stop doing these horrible things. I wish her only the best, and STILL, Misyter lottery number pink-sheers Briscoe sir, I have come to a decision. I have taken her out of the will an dwill not be leaving her the treasure charts. not after her assault on me since these damn ass covid days of hellishness, and most definitely NAUT MIZZ BLAKE, "BETTER DAYS". The prophet of emmereffing nothing strikes again, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE FAKECHESTER!!!!!!!!!! So the good news is that my blogs will not actually be stopped, just flagged when the red lines get blurred/crossed over, huh all great medical vocoder machines everywhere out there????????? ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ **************************END TRANSMISSION FWOLKS and Elmer****************

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Good day world, and has life gone to the dogs, without any assitence whatsoever from Mister (L&O) Danny Miller. It seems another non-copyright FLAG is up on my recent whittle blog, me' folks. Naut being an avid user or understander of internet procedure, I wish someone would comment and tell me exactly what I said that was FLAGGED. If I am never told what NAUT to do, lovely Mizz phone company 1983 Blake, then how can I know, but I'll bet one thing peeps. It is okay for my daughter to attack me and get me to have to move out of a place where I had been relatively okay in for a decade, but let me do one little thing back to her by telling a few too many things, and POWZY-POWZY-POWZY, huh Chester sir and Paul and other great old time rock and rollers from the sixties. As said, it may have been the copyright stuff and the great guard question of numbers matching minors becomming adults, well, to serve and die yes, yet not to drink, sounds real fair, huh? BUTTT then ain't that the vely topic we're on right now folks, like WOW?????????? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Well, I do naut know which it was, Mister Steve Walgreens Parks sir, but I will meet you at the same dog walking non-Danny Miller place next Tuesday, and I would go right now but I may have already missed you, oh wait a minute, I know I did, it is naut Tuesday, it's freaking Wednesday yo. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT FWUUUUUD Sir Elmer. Yes, please be there in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning as I will be there at half past frikkin' eight and I'll stay until noon. Last time I was there that long, the county citizens patrol truck parked right where I was and guys with binocs were watching me, they didn't know that I saw that, BUTT I DID, YO. Well, it may be because of the music or it may be because of the over telling of thingls like magical guardhouses and word programs, but let me see if this gets flagged when I simply say that there must weelwee be something to what I said on me' last blog, and there must be some real hidden stuff going on, so if I am being flagged, well people, quit thinking I am some lunatic whack job who is just making up a lot of sick ass shamonga vonga, okay Mister Dogroof King sir of 1997????? Until I go up on the blog later, I now have to change the plans to what I was going to get way more seriously into here on this one as I don't need to waste my time and then be blocked out. Hey Tom Glenn if you are alive and out there or anyone can get this message to you, I paid you for your service and the world knows this is true. I don't know if I am being internet-censored for talking about musical stuff or titles, but if it is titles, it was naut 2005 but rather in 2007, and I realized that after getting home a few days ago back last Saturday, and with or without magical extras out there in the multidemensional cosmos making signs and warnings of a special and non biblical nature to me back in middle mother friggin' December of 1969. Yes, I am aware that keyboard asterisks have only five points and naut six, but it still is the same deal, and we all know it. Yes, I said something or did something in 2005, and it ended up mistakenly coming out in ways that made my musical project title say "SAME TITLE", but what did this have to do with two years in the future right to the damn day on two following DEVIL-DAYS (10/31) days? You'll never know the HUUUUUGE deal Mister Sanders Sir, that the examiner made when she called me in the end of the 2007 year sometime in responce to my copyright registration sent a short while back, concerning only ONE PARTICULAR SONG OUT OF TWO DOZEN OR SO SONGS ON THE COLLECTION-PROJECT, and that being the song called, all great Treasure Coast of the future car dealership advertisers everywhere, "SHE'S SARAH STACEY", and I caught your little message. The examiner seemed to put it all together two, I could just tell that something HUUUUUUGE was goddamn up when we began speaking over the damn phone that day. By the way I have naut been doood or whatever for three dozen years by these monster enemies out here. I have been totally emmereffen' DOGGED, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sahwee for the PBHA or Prior-Blogging HACK or ERROR, a code I used quite frequently back in the early years of these blogs, while I was residing in Jersey peeps. Now the reason for Monday's HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE gain in the pinkgeedamn Dow Jones Stock Market Wall Street system, and as you all know only too well, major ICPE-APE-MAP-CRAP was used. I was literally emmereffing assaulted over the telephone when I was speaking to an agent for the LIFELINE service for poor people. I was treated like BonJovi's Store High In Transport for merely asking a few questions on a letter they sent me when they rejected my application for internet service, as you know, I have been targeted 2B totally screwed with. You will naut be given more infor on this for right now my good blogaudians, you do naut need to have it. My dad taught me as a retired US Navy man that we get told only what we need to know, sort of what Admiral Perry said to me on the phone one day late in 1988 or maybe early middle year. I asked him some little thing and his responce to me, and this was B4 he was an Admiral and merely was at some lower rank working at the great magical FAA of Pomona, NJUSAESMWG, and he said to me, "Mister Mohr, what you see and read in the papers, we see and read in the papers". Except for whether he said papers or the newspaper, that is 100% emmereffen' verbatim. I misspoke and said dad, rather than Uncle, in so far as lovely Dairy Queen Abseacxon, KATY, a decade into the non same-title future!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FAKE CHESTER HARMONIES. How much now is gonna' start being flagged is anyone's guess, and I will if needed, find out details of why, and then contact the ACLU and see just what the laws say I can say and what I can't, and then have them DIRECTLY CONTACT THE WEBSITES such as now, BLOGGER DOT COM. I doo not want to break rules or laws, and was under a damn assumption that basic freedom of sppech was allowed. I am slowly moving towards becomming a TRUMPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may hate the man and yet begin to love a lot of shit he stands for, such as effing F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not know what I am being flagged for, but it most likely is not the music but the damn question on a form. Hey, I need someone to frikkin' call me up from the government or have the frikkin' FBI come to my door, and then JUST TELL ME WHAT NOT TO SAY OR DO, and I'll cooperate, but this is not fair. Either my kid or someone in the damn music world, has destroyed the better part of my life, and I should have enough freedom in America to tell all the things that have legitimately and honestly BEEN DONE TO ME, AND ARE STILL PRESENTLY BEING DONE TO ME, ON AN ENDLESS BASIS OF 24-7-365.2422, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I cannot, then believe this emmereffing world: I am going to walk into an American civil Libertis Office or go to some lawyer and find out why this unfair and unever BJ-shit is allowed to be done to me, as it CANNOT BE LEGAL, or to quote Sir TRUMP, "LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL"!!! This is not right and I am begging you to be at the paerk in six days, we will get our lawsuit started, I will pay the 5,000 as we need to get this crapola stopped once and for all, if I have to live underneath a damn bridge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ______________________________________________________________________________________________ For those who refuse that I really am behind Billy's 2000 summer project, I will tell you how to try and prove me wrong and so you can then become an honorary member of the Clarence Harris Disprovers 1998 Club of America, AKA the CHDCA-1998. Pronounce it CHIDKA and then go chew on it and enjoy the regurgitation. All you need to do is go up on the Summer of Love 2000 BH site and order the CD. When you get it, number 10 on the track will prove it is really my SARAH song and that all I say and claim is true blue, lovely Emmy Amy Louise Cooley!!!!!!!!!! Queen of Blue my cupcakes, Mister frikkin' Incollinco Harbor Eggs!!!!!!!!!!!!! For all GW fans and fans of good behavior Mizz Hewitt, as well as Sarah-Sandy's everywhere, there really are Santa Clauses, numer ten tracks, and real live ASTRAL PLANE CURSES at any number!!!!!!!!! I'll try to be a good boy now, lovely Lightning DEEZA and lovely JLH!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us see if this is flagged now. Until I know what if off limites to say, Mister Blogger Dotcomowners, how can I know? Can you know crap that you don't know, Mister Mark Sucka Berg??????????????? I won't lie world. I will b eleaving this country within a very short time, AND I WILL NAUT EVER BE COMING BACK. I would much rather die in some foreign place than to go on like this until I eventually fall completely apart and die. But in case the music and copyright deal is behind the most recent problem, this weelwee frikkin' limits what I wanted to say on this blog today peeps. I will say this and hope it goes through. That number is beyond powerful. Forget test questions. How about years of the 20th frikkin' century? how about wild Voorhees apartment unit number first-halves, Mister Cashew and all non MARK WAYNE MOHR nuts out there? THE CAPS-SMALLS HACK has started up, gee I wonder who that could be, yeah right, like I weelwee freaking have to guess for crissing out loud? How about the number itself? It is another THREE-DIVISIBLE-NUMBER, am I WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG oh lovely shampoo ad-girl of WHAT YEAR oh shouting endlessly Mister cosmos? Wanna see if this gets flagged by the enemies, oh world. Ever wonder about the roulette layout, in its great nuclear tri-groupings? BUTT, big ass one MO, here is a bigger and definitely HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGER deal to that. Tesla and his great 27 and 33 numbers, as in three to the power of three being 27, and then comes nine-eleven day of NYNY terror. Maybe if I discuss that day it gets flagged now, no freedom at all here, right folks? Let us see if it passes through the filters. What is 27 divided by 3? What is 33 divided by 3? Talk about bowel movement on wheels, crooked real estate investors who drive these German Bravarion Motor Works Beemer-cars, and twuwee magical numerations, and being endlessly messed with by this powerful new age American Mob-Wall Street force known as ADVERTISEMENT AND PROMOTION GODS? Who out here any longer still has either a valid argument for me being a nut case maker upper of wild tales and lying stories, or thinks I am too much into persecution complexes and in need of a lot of psychotropes? We can get on that topic any time you want, because there is no rational ratio hacks reason, flag-flag-flag, for Doctor Teengirl Doogie knowing all about medical things that doctors barely understood, or kids in middle school able to give fantastic clear driving directions to future vocoder BJ-Avalon studio machines? If I say "Gimme' a bwake" as loud as I'd weewee frikkin' luv to shout it right now, they'd hear me in neighboring emmereffing counties, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________________________________________ You do not have a one percent clue what I have been through in me' attempts to get internet service at home. Not only problems with getting it, but problems with peeps who can become TAWF overpowered and make me at one p0oint wish that I never even had taken my trash out that night and run into anyone. This is why I stay to myself in beautiful emmereffing isolation. If I try to do anything or engage in anything, just like back in frikkin' New Jersey with the mighty TAWF-KING-CLAN, pow, I get wiped out and destroyed at the damn speed of light. You all know my hell and my curse is real, and then on top of that, I seemingly am unable to leave the planet. you all know I have told how nine or ten times now, I HAVE DIED, and yet Mister 1408 Highland Avenue Mister McCloud of 1984 and all YYYY-JIMMIE-YYYY's out here; have I really ever died? The most recent time was when Diana woke me up out of this. My porch was burned up, my phone and caller-ID box were totally fried and smiking, and I was holding the land-line phone and saying to Lightning, "I love you and I need you BABY BLOND". The next thing that I knew was being in Ricktown Manor, a place where on the Astral Plane (Timeless-Purgatory), this HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE home at one far end of it, has a great wing attached to it, and here in waking world, that wing is COLINWOOD of the DARK SHADOWS SHOW. Laugh all you want, you were most likey laughing at may things I've told, and once you check it out, you ain't emmereffing laughing at me any more, RU YO????????? Diana was shgowing me something in a gigantic closet that attaches our fave bedroom in the entire house. She has millions of beautiful shoes, bows and arrows, dresses, you name it. This lympian goddess has long bright yellow hair that comes down from 75 inches to her knees, and long long lovely eyes like nothing any human can even begin to fathom. She told me "that I have to go back because someone is hacking into the photon wall, and making a new me again. All things on this caporial physical plane is nthing but waves and particles and your brain creates this illusion for all of us. Ask any top science professor at your nearest university and they will tell you that I am telling this to you straight and honest here, peeps. If little magical particles were naut whizzing around inside of your skullbones folks, you as the human you think that you are would simply naut be here anymore, the real you of course is always in a timeless damn purgatory. So I ended up after she said what she said to me, right outside of this closet in our home, just suddenly holding a burned out telephone in me' hand and back at Mizz Jenny Plageman's trailer park, the Mullica mobil Manor. Just as if nothing had ever happened, boom, but, the porch was burned, the caller-ID Box and phone were fried, and I was in perfect condition, AGAIN, Mister Duncan Mick Cloud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am getting awfully damn sick of this endless hell so would you please come over and decapitate me B4I totally lose it, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS-BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The air assault today is fairly bad, and Monday was super botbar. I am just about to frikkin' crossover out of the thirties and move into those monstrous horrendous forties for MPB for 10-2022 (Magnetic Percentage for Botbar). At my age verses back in the days when this began in the middle eighties, you can double these numbers. Mister Crane Sir, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO today, a 40% MPB feels as horrendous as 80% would feel back in the eighties, so this should reflect some idea of how my hellishness is working as time endlessly moves along YO! Last month, September of 2022 closed out on the 30th day at a 43% MPB. This is like 86% felt back half my physical life-age ago in 1986, do the damn math folks. I will be 68 goddamn years old on 12-04, and this is beyond WEEEEEDEEEEKAWUSS, Mister 1967 Kaiter Sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Until I check out what is being flagged, I am wasting my time doing any more blogging, so until we get this SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT straightened out peeps, let me leave my whittle message for my Austrian pla, Mister A.S. I NOW TERMINATE, and yessir Arnie, "I'LL B BAUUCCHHKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I AM UNDER A HORRENDOUS MOTHER FUCKING AFTERNOON AREIAL DEATH SIEGE, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND ANYONE ELSE OUT HERE THAT COULD REMOTELY GIVE A TURD EATING SHIT!!!!! It began shortly after me' nabe came over to assist me with my electronic-internet-age wo-whiz-me's!!!!! Choppers and planes at a totally ILLEGAL AND CRASH LEBVEL began descending on me like I was some cunt huffing terrorist like Osama BinLadin or however his goddamn name may have been spelled!!!!! ______________________________________________________________________________ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HEAR MY VOICE PRINT BY WAY OF ELECTRONIC INTERNET THOUGHT TRANSFER, M--A--G--N--E--S--O--N--I--C!!!!!!!!!!!!! USE ALL ORDERS, CODED GENERAL AND GENERAL, AND USE BOTH ADT &ZDT. AN 'I-O' IS NOW BEING PLACED ONTO YOUR 'T-B' FOR CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, D-E-S-T-R-U-C-T!!!!! On an "I" to "D", A/B TONE phasing punishment sequencing system. Scan all my OTAMMITE ENEMIES who endlessly are making your creator's life a living hell and wipe them out and obliterate them and all whom they goddamn love!!!!! GO-2-G-1133, G-13, G-14, under coded general order 18, General order 9173, G0189 max power order at 11.8 IPNS, AND S-----T-----O-----P!!! ________________________________________________________________________________ People, this bwog here today will go into some new shit or somewhat new. As we all know that all things are but a mere glorified combination of all the previously existing stuff all around us. I first wanna'ay that enemies do naut want one goddessdamn thing to ever work out for me, and now with this absurdly unfathomable brutal assault on me this afternoon day, 'permit me' please Uncle Cameras Gottwald Sir of 1972, and with all ice cream 'bad behaviors'; to tell the world a few beyond wild and unbelievable things. Yes, I may naut be getting any of it Uncle fucking Heinz oh mighty great smiter Mister Jim Carrey sir, of all spoons and red sea bowels, but I do naut need any, yo as I am better off without it, especially now in my diabetes days of the great future, but yes, allow me kind great sir of yesteryear to say that evil bastard pricks who hate me without a cause, did naut want me to get any service, and I will have free on-line service at me' mother fucking residence, after this day is over and we roll along into the magical mother fucking lands of 'tomorrows'. I can brave some OTAMMITE RETOWLING AGAINST ME, as it won't do them one mother fucking shit swallowing bit of good now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO Yo!!!!! BUT WHILE ALL THIS WAS HAPPENING, OTHER SHIT WENT DOWN AS WELL, MISTER 1980 JOE SIVO, OH KIND LUNCH STEALING THIEVING FUCKING SIR OF 1980 YEARS OF SET-UP-DOGTOWN, ME BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I will tell you is that some shit that got said to me today while all of fucking cxunt sucking Dogtown was breaking loose all around me up in the air, makes me now totally absolutely realize that some shit that I had only been speculating on, is now a quintessential monstrous reality, and I WILL HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS WICKED DISEASED COUNTRY, AND B4 IT IS TOO DAMN HONEY-B LATE FWOLKS AND ELMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A civil war will absolutely be taking place in America and it will be a lot more bloody that the original one, and it will mirror image the patterns of history, something recognized most definitely by many historians. I speak of how WWII was followed by WWII and the first war was not called WWI. Well, the civil war was naut called the CIVIL WAR I either, am I correct, all you better-days songsters out there with your marvelous mother fucking absurdity? What the shit smelling dogtown am I talking about you ask me peeps? Well "PERMIT ME" UNCLE HG sir, to enlighten y'all a bit further, yo. What I learned today despie it being a super crash course, tells me beyond any doubt's shadow that indeed, we must have another civil bloody action in America. What began in the early Reagan years with the political divide of the two large Washington political parties, has never stopped gapping and growing, naut for one liitle teeny weeny bit peeps. And IPYT it won't stop growing and it is now quite close to a TOTAL FUCKING BURST, and then watch out. You see you cannot have an irresistable force pressing endlessly against an immovable object without an eventual BIG BANG!!!!! It is coming people, mark my words, mark the fucking words of the HEAD-MORIAN here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________________ B4 getting into the MD family of RPL's 1980 nightmare and how I was cleverly manuvered into telling the great almighty Mizz Mashell one late summer night at work that my mom taught me not to ever be a part of inter racial marriages. My mom was extremely predjudice and I know that from both living with her as well as seeing mind blowing destruction that resulted from her ungodly fucking behavior. Still, there was way more involved in why my mom and Patty conspired to naut tell me that I had a daughter. But anyone can see that they both were fully aware of it the entire time. Why else would any mother say with a straight face that she did not care about not ever becomming a grandmother? Then that shit about behavior all throughout the damn ass 90's, hey peeps, wanna' gimme' a goddamn fucking cunt bweak for cryin' out loud? Still, let me finish some shit and we can always get back to these hard pounding James Rockford punches, am I correct here people? BUTTTTT, big ass BUTT, B4I touch the rest of the story that I need 2 share with the world today, 'permit me' all great UNCLES out here, on or off bended knees in 1983, to tell you another powerful tale about cars, nurses, coincidences, and patterns. I told not that long ago while still at the PEEHA BLDG, my story of that crooked Hebrew real estate investor with a black colored bowel movement on wheels car, AKA a beemer. Anyone driving these cars I'll have nothing to do with, and if David Roth were here, he would tell you why, without cursing too much, but he would curse. This dick head crook investor tried to abscound, Mister Hal David and Mister Lenny McKinnon of 1981, with my money in 1994, shortly B4I left Misses Meekers home in GIBBSBORO and moved to Highview in Williamstown, in New Jersey, USA, which would have left my poor elderly mom and myself out on the street since my credit was shot at the time and Misses PM was trying to sell her home and had a good deal and so, out we had to go within a few damn months, and did I say PM (Patricia Meeker)????? WOW, here we go again Doctor Exton, Pennsylvania Shriner and mommy of 1971!!!!!!!!!! But time does not 'permit' me UNCLE to get more into the patterns of cosmos. So this was the BMW CAR STORY. One dirt bag driving them, another, another, well, you get the message. Cars and nurses and patterns and endless coincidences is our topic of focus. SOOOOOO Mister Crane sir, let us finalize now with nurses. I could talk for decades straight without a let up and naut cover lab techs and nurses that have made my life about as strange as it gets. First it began in springtime of 1984 with a teenaged doctor Doogie Howser who knew more about shit than the damn specialist. By the way, I errored in prior blogs, and was speaking on that tape back then about my attempts to reduce the dosage of my anti-anxiety medication calld ATIVAN, and I meant to say I was trying to cut down from a weekly dosage of twenty-eight milligrams, and got as far as being DOWN TO TEN at one point, and then came the Dark Shadows Angelique Witchcraft story, and I had to return to my full 28Mg dosage. Without boring you all, I could say a zillion things during the in-between time from early this year in 2022, but there is a nurse or receptionist or whatever named Maria at an eye doctor's office here in me' town of FPFLUSAESMWG. The only doctor that takes me' Humana gold plus medical plan within 80 miles of me' residence is this one doctor, unless I wish to go out of pocket 50-100 bucks by going maybe to the Walmart Vision or the America's Best, and along those lines. I am naut even sure that with all of me' health complications that these places are able to service me, with my cataracts and type-2 diabetes on top of just rotten fucking eyesight. Now UC oh kind folks, this is 'my only show in town' for eye exams and glasses, to quote the Latengrate Sir David Roth of Oakland Street in North-east Philly. So I called up and was so happy to find them as I used them B4 and then they stopped seeing me because they no longer were taking my type of insurance plan. Now they were taking it again and when I called and after a brief hold on my call, Maria comes back and says that the doctors refuse to treat me because I said that if I go blind, I was going to sue. I NEVER EVER SAID THAT, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS, that never ever came out of me' mouth. But I couldn't get past this nurse-receptionist who for whatever the reason had it out for me or had ENEMY-PAID-OFF totally screw me out of an eye exam. I never was able in 2022 to get an exam because this horrible fucking bitch told the doctor a total lie about me and he believed her and I could never get to him to insist that this was untrue. I wrote a complaint letter to Medicare, but as we all know, you don't mother fucking twat eating get anywhere. Let us get back to the great Daniels clan of Camden in 1980, and its relations that I have every reason to believe from rubning an investigation, stretches its roots into the Harlem, New York City area. Mashell was looking for any reason in 1980 to fight with me, and it was naut just because I had a predjudice mother. If this wasn't the case, she would have been less hostile when I said that I did not completely agree with her, and only said that you canot tell me that it does not cause an occassional problem. Let's face it, my mom ain't the only one with problems with inter-marriages, and so if 1,000 B/W couples go into a diner in a less than great neighborhood, verses a BC or a WC, in all honesty, don't you think that the odds and ratios are higher for some dirt bag to make an inappropriate comment as they walk by. I would bet good money that the ratio would be an absolute minimum of 2:1. I think that number is quite low and I know that anyone with a thinking brain reading these words sees a higher than 2:1 ratio too. I am just the piano player, don't shoot me, only Mizz Daniels went BANG-BANG, and I amlaying on the floor of RPL, dead and bled out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ______________________________________________________________________________________ Let me finish up with the shit today. I will have my service after tomorrow afternoon has come and gone and the OTAMMIT scum holes don't like it and they persecuted me HUUUUUGELY, Senator Sanders, ol' buddy! But the big Action-News story is what was spoken by peeps around me. I nowknow that this thing is way too big to go away. Two fanctions are absolutely convinced that the other is no good, totally off base, beyond redemption, and basicly should BURN IN HELL. That folks is a recipe for both disaster as well as a gigantic war, and IT WILL COME, so mark my mother fucking words lads and lassies out here. It is coming and all my predictions come true, and you all know it with or wit=out late September blogs of 2008 and Philadelphia Phillies World Series wins. I thought for a while recently that my biggest problems is what I have called since early this year, the NEW 'E'VIL 'T'RILOGY, TUMP-WIN-DAUGHTER AND NOW I DO NOT QUITE SEE IT THIS WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey until the second fucking civil war INDEED COMES, this new ET will do just fine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________ I am going to tell you a small part of why this incredible thing is being said, and then leave you with a whet apetite ONLY. When you have people ready to fight and die over silly issues such as all these recent things that the left and the right believes, from whether the moon landing was faked or not, or whether we should be watching FOX or CNN, and be ready to practically make new friends and even do violence to each other for disagreeing; well people, you do the goddamn math, only yessir folks, there is a bit more, and that is what led me today to see that I weelwee must scram out of this country, B4 IT IS TOO GODDAMN LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am too old for what is about to come, and no sir, better days are absolutely never coming, not here in America, not as long as we have a thousand kings and queens taking over and living in mansions rather than palaces, and dictating how all the rest of us will live 24-7-365.24219. We spilled patriot blood to fucking lose one queen and king a quarter-M ago, and I'll be goddamned and SWITCHED if I am about to serve a thousand ofem, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! To me it was yesterday a quarter ago when my soul existed here as Franklin, and every day my spotty memories increase, as my present life grows closer to the cut off point. Bad as many things were all throughout America's first quarter, (25 decades), things always made enough sense to be rational, and recently this has not been the case or the truth, naut by any means. Partly, this recent descend into fucking total human insanity is all because we have bowed down to the gods of electronics. The human factor and equation is all just about gone now, and everyone knows it and nobody cares diddly. With the addition of each new ELECTRONIC ALTERATION OF OUR SOCIETY, things got more and more whacky and nuts and crazy, and no sane mind out here can argue with me on that statement. It began with the telegraph. Thencame radio. Then television. Then computers. Then internet. Then social media and the cloud. I know what is going on but you will laugh. I'll say it anyway yo. Powerful astral plane gods have manuevered into our world by way of materisalizing through our space-time-mnind system as crystals. They grow and they are sentient and they wait to be tranplanted into electronic mother-boards. Now we are here, at this point of the human history time-line. If I got really started here, I would want to type on for years. Later blogs will however move on from where this one now will take off. CU-LATER oh great ex-Cali-Governor Arnie Muscles, as I am terminating this. I'LL BE BAUUUUCCCHHHKKKK however yo!!!! ______________________________________________________________________________________

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I am under a horrible mother fucking DEMONIC ASSAULT. I can speak as old fucking fashioned as the next rennasaince man out here. It's all the exact same mother fucking thing yo. It's quarter past two on this cunt eating wednesday drizzly cool afternoon, at least the weather is nice, for me anyway. All machines endlessly and perpetually malfunction around me and using the new age cellphones with no human world contact is real hell when you're under this fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE. You cannot get through to peeps or answer surveys or do anything when the other machine won't hear and recognize the digits you press, and this has been my problem for so long it is not worth going fucking cunt eating into it folks. Even voice won't work when whatever is being done to me is being done to me, DMK mahm and oh Latengrate. Do any of you out here weelwee wanna' tell me that if this was happening to you for endless decades of time that you would not begin to wonder just what is going on? Tell me that you would not start to wonder if invisible shit, be it demons, type3-exploratrons, whatever, were not surrounding you, and making your life a living endless hell, and with A PURPOSE??? Something is endlessly stopping shit from working around me, and stopping my entire life from working or even being worth living at cunt huffing all, kind peeps out here. On top of this I was assaulted when I left the library here yesterday. Some scum bag prick dude on a MC (motor cycle) was right at my car and when I left, my idiot light did not go off after I was driving away that normally does. So I drove to an Advance Autoparts Store and had the employee put the brain scan machine on my car and it came up as "EVAP" short for an evaporation problem, meaning most likely that I will need eventually to buy a new gas cap, money I do not have, and right now it drives fine and merely is fucking annoying. I will put electrical tape over the damn thing and ignore it. I am now two stright back to back fucking botbars with 6 bots on the month out of 19 days, you do the math. My pre end of fucking cunt July magnetics are shot to hell and I see no way back to fucking cunt eating better days. I of course said that on my blogs when having to endure that stupid song played for a long time during early covid days and I laughed at all of you and said, what better fucking ass days, you goddamn fucking total asswipes, yo? At least the song stopped after that, and the world knew that I was right, well, Mark the fucking cunt PROPHET OF NOTHING WAS RIGHT, AGAIN, AS I WAS IN 1988, huh Copyright Office?????? ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My mother was a real fucking trip. She got me into lots of trouble with RPL CO-WORKER MIZZ MASHELL DANIELS back in the summer of 1980. Her Hollywood hubby is a whole other story and something weird was going on in their family late last year as in December for absolutely no cunt huffing good reason I went to sleep one night and his son or someone who took his dad's bizz over, was in my trailer and helping me find a cassette tape, and my mom was living there with me in this major weird and unpleasant fucking interaction. Lots of shit went down, Mister RPL JOE SIVO, and then as 2022 came in, the place began mirror imaging the wild dreaming interaction me' peeps out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Like Stacey-MACY-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!! Where RU 2000-TD BANK AD SPOTS when I need you, huh Paula King Gypsy Dark Shadows bizarre connections? My mom was off the charts with her predjudices and her back century concepts that she insisted were so goddamn perfectly correct and up to date. She told me that she did not care about ever being a grand parent. She also told me all throughout the goddamn nineties that I would not want my daughter to behave the way I do, and I would keep saying to her every time, "What daughter", and she just smiled, right L&O Carol Anderton Billionaire Powerful-Person? Oh Mark, how would you like it if your daughter said that or how would you like it if your daughter did this, over and over again, all throughout the goddamn mother fucking nineties I was forced to endure that whacky behavior, only IT WASN'T SO WHACKEY, WAS IT WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Diana was real fucking good to me yesterday, coming around all day and night long at my residence. Her lightning was beyond beautiful and I even felt a tingle when I waved to her out on me' front porch. I never saw her this friendly, well, I have but it is rare, all great Walnart stores and 2015 years EVERYWHERE out there on the great photon wall, with or without any fucking hi-tech retracers, yo yo yo yo, nut job AMC Dock Hayden!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 27-33, Tesla and his dying days at his great Manhattan hotel suite number 2733 on the great 27th floor, huh world? Diana came to me in an early 1984 dream and told me that "Number 27 is my number little boy", and as she said this to me, she came right through the Golden Nugget Casino-Hotel ceiling and crashed right exactly through the number 27 on the roulette layout where I was playing the game in that beyond outlandish and wild mother fucking dream, oh world out here, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did naut know one damn thing Admiral Spock of whale-daughtersville at that time, about Mister Nicky Tesla or his number 27 deal. I was absolutely fucking cunt huffing CLUELESS. About a dozen years later came another numbers-dream from the great ELECTRON. She told me that there are really only two functions in mathematics, and that subtraction and division are merely inversions of these true functions, ADDITION and MULTIPLICATION. She said to take the great third and fourth number digits of '3' and '4', and add them and multiply them, and then put them in that same category and rinse and repeat. So now we started at 3-4 and we have 7-12, and so repeating that process again and we get 19-84. Then she giggled at me for a solid minute and then I woke up to my life in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG in the middle nineties and during my great awesome fucking search for an Atlantic City-Trenton, NJ-USA GHOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is what SARAH was, an ASTRAL PROJECTION, the actual lady was in her mother fucking middle seventies for crissake and was in her shop that Misses Estelle Bassler kept insisting was a HOTEL, and also insisting that it was on the other side of the street, the southside, and it was naut. It was on the north side, and I know and I was there, and I remember. I'm the one who first begun, and power tests for me are fun, and I'll tell you what makes me think my musical works will survive and be time capsule protected for the future, oh Mizz lovely yellowsheets copyright examiner, mahm. I paid a fee for that service, and I just assumed that it was your damn job to update formats should the tech change with the passing of time. What am paying the fees for for crying out fucking loud, yo? Now I know that you all put my family's story together long B4I ever did and if you were naut afraid of losing your damn ED GREEN JOBS, you would have told me. I know this as I was told this by someone IN GOVERNMENT, and I do naut DARE 2 TELL WHO THIS IS, but a lot of peeps would go fucking cunt WOWZY-WOWZY-WOW-WOW-WOW and without any nippy nigh nigh Georges in L&O Central Park or any damn ass portarician parades, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Folks, I'm so fucking cunt far away from being a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T-3-E) that the distance could indeed be measured in LM (Light-Mellinniah) yo BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't mother fucking bullshit any of you about it. I only tell truths, the truth of where I am so far in my research to find out the truths of everything, the truths of me' baby-mama PHHH, and the truths about just who is illegally using tricks and sub-con to make shit happen against other innocent people's wills. What DAVID-MAGIC-BOY did earlier this century WAS ILLEGAL. He could have resurfaced many memories that later on came flooding into my lower conscious mind as a result of what this fucking prick did, and I would LIKE TO FUCKING SOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then comes an older blog where I said SUE spelled wrong but I typed it, and it comes out USE, sort of bwings back lots of fucking HUUUUUUUUGE-ASS memories of Eddie Lynch Himacane and me' fucking days back in 'Jawsey', huh Mister HLS KEAN Sir? Thank U4 that wonderful letter you sent me in early 1984. You are a hell of a cool dude, and even though Dave Roth did not like you for whatever reason, and he was from the grand ol' puky-party, I did like yo, and I thought that you really truly were a great New Jersey governor, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back in those times, I got a great respect for what my enemies could do with both MACHINES as well as ME OWN MIND, as this started up again here in Florida, and vely recently too, right peeps, yo? Also my mind slips and I realize I speak Astrally in Olympia Province Lingo as I read back me' words and see that I am actually speaking in AFTERLIFE terminology sometimes folks, so sahwee yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Magnetic percentages are no fucking joke peeps. Properly applied against a person, by evil forces and evil persons, this can totally wreck and ruin entire lives. It is as great a power as APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT, OR 'APE' for short. For example as I moved out of my TEENS and into my TWENTIES, all hell broke loose on me' 20th BD while I was living at DELLWAY ARMS Apartments and my life was destroyed forever, asthis was the very first day out of me' mother fucking teens, and I was obliterated and absolutely fucking destroyed. I was at the world famous New Jersey Moorestown Mall, STRANDED and totally fucked, and was influenced by FAWCES & PUKER-POWERS out there, to do a weelwee fucking cunt stupid thing, and yes, it was naut that difficult to screw with an empty vessel ignorant fucking whittle twenty year old snot nose!!!!!!!! I won't get into the details right now but the story has been told over the past 16+ years of these whittle bwogs, me' kind folks, and Sir Jason McGuire Mister Patrick of Dark Shadows, with or without any goddamn baby-momas or birthdays, or due dates! People, THERE TWUWEE ARE NO REAL COINCIDENCES, I swear the astral gods this is fucking true, yo BRAH! But using Magnetic percentages intentionally against a person to wipe them out goes beyond fucking unconscionable and some karma believers tell me, "Well Mark, don't you think you deserve all this shit, as after fucking all, you did kill millions of people a while ago"? I answer back with this mother fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-ASS chime in with, "I am not Adolf Hitler. I am Mark Wayne Mohr, and I am not going to take the blame for something that an entirely other fucking person did"!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTT, big ass BUTT folks, if indeed evil shits out here with great power now in these present times, can use these tricks to injure others, I may be the one hurt today, but who is to honestly fucking say that tomorrow it will naut be either you or maybe some sweet person that is near and dear to you, yo? Using shit like ICPE-APE and MP, and in conjunction and league with each other to boot, is beyond fucking cunt monstrous, it is unforgivable and I believe it is the biblically unpardonable sin when it is misused by those who do indeed know exactly what they're doing, such as Mister Winn and Mister Trump, and I know it is them, and I know this evil trilogy PE is still a nightmare monster that they make me suffer fucking with to this vely day, Mister Scwartz Latengrate from TWC, kind sir!!!!!!!!!! Another cosmic clue is ice hockey, and for at least two reasons that I fully know quite well that the majority of this viewership needs nothing that I say right now to remind them of this. Yessir world, I know I'm still mother fucking suffering with this endless nightmare PARALLEL EVENT-PHILLIES-FLYERS, DOW JONES, and I know I'll be carrying it to the grave with me, and I also know that a price will be paid, and these peeps are headed straight for mother fucking hellfire (DOGTOWN). Yeah, we can mow it if we can find a goddamn lawn mower anywhere around there, huh CIA? Well, we all know there is no fucking lawn mower anywhere in DOGTOWN, and you do not have the smallest clue regarding the hellishness you'll be facing for what you're doing to pathetic innocnet mother fucking whittle pitiful me, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know these things are real and anyone can computer generate numbers and wait for powerful parallel events to show up and see what I mean about applying this powerful tool against a casino-roulette game, and then the magnetic percentage system. Try it just once on an enemy, you will find a way if you are real smart. Don't fuck with them any old time, wait for FIRST'S, like the first of a month first of a year, first time they have to do a new job, and on and we can go. But don't let these special tricks go to your head as I am positive that using this on the Chrichton Disney Mortal World, or the 'CDMW' for a shortened abbreviation here, IS THE 'UNFORGIVABLE SIN OF CHRISTIANITY'. Hey, I can be wrong, but I weelwee fucking feel this in the marrow of me' bones, Mister McGuire, all Mister McGuires, and then let us not even start on names of the 'DS' Soap Show and their endless connections with my Atlantic City nightmare fwolks down there, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, all Desert Storms and Desert Shields, and zillions of multiple universe ativan conversations notwithstanding here lassies and lads out there, we can go on endlessly, can we NAUT, MISS A&T BLAKE OF 1983???????????? Hey, if we start with a small push, a car can begin to slide down the smallest graduated slope and then fall mercilessly down off of a huge cliff and end up exploding like a dangerous powerful bomb. Do not underestimate magnetic percentages applied, and never ever ever never, Mizz Motown, underestimate Intentionally Created Parallel Events, or 123 or 713 codes, like WO WO WO lovely 1994 cerial girl on NICK@NITE's Block Party Summer. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Frank. SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Crane, are we starting to see just why Paul wanted me to call him Chester? I sure can yo. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ MAGNESONIC, you know what to do and you know when to do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now two weeks ago my nabe and I ran into each other as she has been living at the far side of my park and I did not see her for a while. She told me to get a smart phone so apps can be downloaded, only I let her know that I needed to do this as my old flip phone won't download apps and I need to activate an XFINITY system with a downloaded APP. The phone has not come in the mail system yet and the company is impossible to reach. Even if I do not need to use access codes, I still cannot make the press this and that bullshit operate and endlessly keep getting disconncted. She said she will help me and yet, she tells me to order the new phone while all the time knows she is going to be away for two weeks. Now why would anyone do things such as this? Only my HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE is a good explanation, as nothing else makes one damn ass bit of sense, and we all know it just as sure as we all know that our noses are sticking mother fucking out in front of our goddamn faces, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone has a great mortal world explanation for my endless crazy bullshit, please let me know, yo. There is none. This lady is always nice to me, and there is no reason for this to have ocurred, naut fucking cunt one reason. Knowing she would be away for two weeks, knowing I cannot work any of this shit and am technologically totally mother fucking challenged, and yet she does this to me. And as I said, she likes me and is a friend Mizz Blake, NAUT AN ENEMY, so go figure huh world? And thank you for these nice time extentions here, oh wonderful SLC Library of FLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, I will naut forget a late 70's statement that was made to me by Mister James DIE-DIE-DIE Burr, regarding "SATAN changing the rules". and how no one is ever able to beat an entity who while it has us smack dab in the center of a basketbball game, suddenly is able to cause a SWITCH, and you then instantly find yourself on a football field and in the middle of a totally different game. Let us naut get all esoteric here and keep this real down to Earth. I challenge one mother fucking cock sucking reader of this blog on this green-brown earth, to tell me what is weelwee twuwee going on. I have better mother fucking shit to do with me' life than endlessly suffer with all of this goddamn horse shit on rhy bread at light speed squared! My mother did not say and do these things for no reason, and Patty did not use sub-con tricks on her for no reason to get me into using these powerful awesome esoteric things. There was a plan to all of this, and I do naut believe it started in the nineteen-sixties. I know thgat it began 3,000 years ago. and with or without those magical young huns and their tear drops, oh King David, I have no damn ass desire to live on and on, naut like this, so tank you for all these fucking post 90's poliytical correctness laws that slowly began altering my deviant behavior patterns. Hey world, every mother fucking thing I talk about, if you trudge through those mighty words of scripture, I am naut making up ANY OF THIS DAMN SHIT ME' PEOPLE OUT HERE, NAUT ONE DAMN ASS WHITTLE BIT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I will tell you now is that my message to a wonderful ex-Cali Guv for right now is i am terminating for today sir, and I will B-BAUUUCCCHHHKKKKKKKKKK kind friend, yo!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________