Tuesday, July 22, 2014

WHO GIVES A BLANK ABOUT ANYTHING BOB MCDOWELL HACK FCC, CHAPTER 00008








CHAPTER 00008, WHO GIVES A F---ABOUT ANYTHING; MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3




ON THE ASTRAL-PLANE, I AM ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES. IN HYPERSPACE, I AM DREAMING IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE I AM BLOGGING THIS, THAT I AM A ROTTEN KEYBOARD PLAYER, A TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON, A PERSECUTED POOR OLD DOG, AND A VERY SICK DOG, THAT IS SINCE SATURDAY AND THE HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY WEEKEND, WHEN THE WOMO MILITUFORCE MADE ME QUITE ILL, WITH ONE OF UNLIMITED MAGICAL ASSAULTS ON ME. YES, I AM ONE SICK DOG, BUT AM MANAGING TO DO THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. NO © OFFICE, I AM NO HYPERION, AND DAN QUALE IS NO KENNEDY, SO SUE US!!!!!!!!!All of my miserable life, I keep on keeping on, trying desperately mother fucking hard to please people, and get along. All I get for my trouble is infinite grief and suffering. This has no explanation, yet I knew by the time I had hit age fucking cunt twenty, this was real, and Jim Burr merely confirmed the total true power of all of this, that day on the telephone in 1975, as he made other powerful comments and statements known about by all of my enemies. To quote Gabby from MC's great OHM-9 movie, at least I didn't rape anybody. I on the other hand was repeatedly fucking victimized sexually, in my miner years, or is it spelled minor, I never can fucking remember? Oh well, in or out of the year of the AX, or in eighty-six; when I wrote a song very late in the year, that was copyrighted early in 1987, and was titled as the full project, “You Call That Music?”, I admit to using a little humor about miners and minors, not that all the gold in the dam ass mountain is ever going to make up for sexual abuse, and especially repeated abuse victims, am I right lovely Detective Olivia Benson, and partner Detective Elliot Stabler? And now I ask, does does this get any kind or size of a ''WOW'', Misters Macy and Mackey; my brothers?































As some might have put it 501 years ago, Mister Christopher Blum, and I now echo their sentiments quite clearly on this pathetic whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd; -----------------------------------------------

VIVA FLORIDA, AND VIVA MORIANITY.









UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP ENDLESSLY, AND JUST AS I TOLD YOU ALL. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WORLD SITUATIONS; JUST ME AND THEM, FOREVER!!!!





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(I KEEP SAYIN').

The big boys will take profits for their greedy selves for a couple of days, maybe as long as a week, and then re-buy their own shares at cheaper prices, and the SEC stands idly by, watching and observing the past 30 years of this total criminal behavior, and does nothing, as they did nothing to help my poor mother and I from those evil rat fucking bastards, Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette, back in cunt sniffing 1995. These are facts ma'am, and Sergeant Friday of the 1968 non high school DRAGNET TELEVISION SHOW, no abductions, no musicals, no war cowards from 1938. Today will be the turn around day after two days of profit taking, in case anyone is interested, as I already know this. First, loud shit is out in my hallway ever since shortly past eight this cunt huffing morning, loud slamming doors and hollering crude vulgar shouting behavior, and so on. Plus I already have been to five of the clock this afternoon, with a bunch of wild hyperspace characters that I will tell you all just a little bit about on this fucking ass blog. Keep reading this, please, you will be somewhat shocked before this all is over, and yet I am not telling the major shit, out of respect for many!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















I do not forget shit, folks. All things are equally important, waking life and dreams, neither is more or less important in the grand scheme of everything. Now I want you to remember when the

three peeps from this universe where I now type this blog; were very close by, David Roth, my videogame playing next door nabe Stan, and the great Pavarotti himself. We all were doing a lot of hard and weird stuff, but were being paid great money to do it. When the work day was over, I found myself in a home I did not recognize, and an area in it, also that no memories whatsoever could be pulled up about. Suddenly this absolutely gorgeous and totally unfathomable young African American female was naked and trying to force me to have sex with her, I would say she was age 20 give or take a year or two, at best guess, and yes, I had no memory anywhere of this girl, unlike the three dudes just previously mentioned, two I knew, and one of course, I merely knew of. This girl would not take no for an answer and was, to quote Jennifer Anniston on her cool 'Friends' Show, “freakishly strong”, and I am very weak on top of that. After she blew me, she got sick as hell and hurled all over. This all happened before the three chairs were placed outside my door, but this is all going to fit all nice and snugly fucking tight into things this new blog will be getting into, I promise, Taren and George, with or without any of my great inventions, or my daughter PEE'S, or for that matter, Zvonko's!!!!






























































THANK YOU FOR COMING TO VISIT ME YESTERDAY, BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA, IWALU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, both in 1983 and in 2014, and in forever, my great blond teen!!!! Yes ladies and gentlemen, I again drove to the repair shop, and again out of nowhere, DIANA just came all around me with beautiful colors, protecting me all day long with here fantastic breath taking lightning. On the way back, I stopped at the Good Will Store, and apologized for my joking around about selling me something that caused lots of shit a week ago. Then I went to Publix Grocery Store to buy a few items to finish out the month with, then I drove home, and Diana was with me major big ass time, all the way, ladies and gents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh God; I'm getting hungry; 'MY' Lighthouse Tosser, Sarah Callio Martino, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S FEAST ON TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





A seeker will always be shown, if he or she is legitimate and not planning on doing anything for the general harm of all the rest of us, as it is all the rest of us who are supplying this seeker with his answers, by all we say and do or don't say or do, and any tiny little thing that goes down around us 24-7-365.2422. You can ignore this truth and scoff it off, but it is like saying you are a kangaroo and no matter how hard you insist on this, you are not a kangaroo. Again, John Henningsen and his simple yet fantastic marvelous words of Beatles Wisdom or just maybe his own wisdom, as most things in this bullshit all around us, are indeed just that simple, until all of us get together and volunteer to make it become the quintessential complexity, BRO!







Why do I talk about the great fifth dimension so much, many ask me, a lot of you have, in my 'dreams' or you in hyperspace. Same diff. Well, because it is there, and because I am having difficulties in eternity because of it, and find myself stuck endlessly, playing a game with a really beyond inconceivable goddess named Sarah Krassle, called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, as you all should by now be completely aware of, YO.









GODDESS DIANA, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!




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MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR



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All fucking day long, I was persecuted. The loud nabes from hell with slamming doors, and loud shit all over the place in fuckiGN cunt general, the CIA-WHISTLER is back in the GOOD WILL, annoying me, following me all over, even to the cash register, whistling and smirking at me. Diana was really annoyed and up set for me, lights were getting knocked off and she was practically coming down on people. The lights all went dark in the Publix store ten minutes later after another agent approached me in there, and even touched my wet jersey, all soaked from rain. The place he touched has something permanently on it that you only can see with a black light bulb, and that is all that I feel safe to tell about. Never was this one area filled with so many weird agents/ESS members, all the same nightmare of fuckiGN pure filth scum cubed! The whistler is about five foot six give or take an inch or so, thin and in shape, normal dirty-sandy blond hair color and style for a man of about age 45, wearing ordinary clothes for the area of basically poorer people here in Fort Pierce, only he was on the upper end of the scale. He had on a very unusual pair of eyeglasses also. Once when I glanced at him, they were not on his face, but were, up at the cash register area. The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, mister Snowden in case you don't know this really majestic top classified level secret, is all one and the same thing with and inside of; the ESS!!!!





What thrills these mother fuckiGN jerk offs possibly ever get out of this stupid fucking GODSGAME, is so far beyond me. To me, blocking out and distracting that endlessness-hell and we all are in it, can be done in many ways, and I would never choose this stupid ass fuckiGN Olympian shit of stupid ass fuckiGN endless games. I personally would rather have a fuckiGN super heirum of luscious giant sluts, fucking my cunt eating brains out day and night, day and night, and fuck the fucking sewers of France, and I hope all my daughters have enjoyed my last nearly nine years of material and blogging text, crissake, enjoy, YO! So who the fuck really does love you Telly Savalas? Send me the pulsar star chopper, this time I'll climb fucking cunt aboard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, ever since before I even left on my three errands today,these cunt eaters are in a major party mode, just like last mother fuckiGN asshole Tuesday, and tomorrow, it's complain to Debbie Marotto time, all over again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula, Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shaw of Iran, mixed with my good old fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother fucking crew. My (FUCKIGN HACK) is real bad, FCC-BOB!






The problem I will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I;ll be the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!









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HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
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HUMIDITY IS 100%, WITH HEAT A INDEX OF 87.

MUGGY & ROTTEN & HELL!

JIM BURR, YOU WERE RIGHT, LIFE IS LIKE THE FLORIDA HUMIDITY, 100% UNFAIR!!!!






































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The reason these bastards in the ESS are doing all of this is so they stop thinking about, or DISTRACT AWAY FROM, the truth and reality that endlessness has all of us. There is no mother fucking escape, it never began, it never can terminate, time can start and stop, but the realer part of us does not live down below in time realms, but up above all of that bullshit.
































So in this guessing game of theirs, just how does the Almighty Sarah Krassle fit into this, and why did she invite me to play this game with her when I was dreaming it was December 7, 1996? Simple folks, I AM THAT BOY, as she calls me, AKA THAT DOG. She calls me YANCY, my city name in what you mortals call (HEAVEN), Sahasra Dal Kanwal; the capitol city in the capitol province of Olympia, in PHASE-2-REALITY, many times they mind-hack me and Morianity calls this PHASE-!-REALITY, an error, as PHASE-1-REALITY, is the truth, or said better, the great VOID INFINITY, the only possible reality, nothing at all. Everything is a big giant fuckiGN dream, OUT AND AWAY FROM THAT GREAT VOID INFINITY OF NOTHINGNESS. I do not care who likes or does not like these truths, or who laughs and who believes. I know the truth, and I must speak these truths in this third fucking millennium, I SIMPLY HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TELL IT, YO!!!!!!!


Later on today, I am going to buy some cough and cold syrup at my local pharmacy at route One and Ohio Avenue, the Walgreen's place. I will also buy some Publix ice cream to keep my throat feeling better. These mother fucking jerk off enemies, to quote my old 1999 friend, Helen Zebriski, really “Got me good”. This is what she said after her daughter Andrea's friend, just fourteen year old Keisha, had fractured my right upper arm in two places, making a cracking sound that literally echoed for three full seconds, all over the garden type apartment courtyard drive and park area where we all were standing around and just hanging out, after Helen and I had come back from Atlantic City, New Jersey. I have always had weak delicate arms, and lovely goddess Keisha was a giant jet black beauty queen that I fantasized about taking out of state and marrying her since the day we met, and she would have said yes. But let me now get my minds out of the sewers of good old France, right old 1972 friend and educator, Antoinette Rabil? What is really the difference between one day and another in this dream-down, off of the Astral-plane? The answer is, NOTHING. This is shy I need no order. I do not need to have the events of my life in some dated and chronological fucking order, as in truth, none of them are. They are dots on a disc, and can be experienced by me like any of you listen to a faves music chart on a flash system, you just play it, no winding tapes to a particular location or ordered sequence. Nothing is real, NOTHING, IS WHAT IS REAL, WHEN YOU GET THIS, YOU WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING MIND TOTALLY BLOWN TO DAM ASS SHIT, KIND PEOPLE!!!!




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Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!
Fuck you death angel, get fucking lost you bastard mother fucker!



I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me
I am so important, that you just had to fuck me









This entire fucking universe sucks my ass at light speed squared, along with bumper sticker Camden boys who just are trying hard to be them, and letting all of the local ho's and bitches know it; that night, back in fucking late 1987. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!












HOLY FUCKING PISSWATER; IT IS HOT AS UNHOLY DOGSHIT, AND THIS WORLD IS A MISERABLE HELLISH DEAL!

UP-----UP-----UP-----UP-----UP.

I TOLD YOU LOVELY JAILED-GINA, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AS LONG AS I AM HERE TO BE PERSECUTED AND MESSED WITH, ENDLESSLY FOREVER!!!
UP---UP---UP---UP---UP.












I TOLD YOU ALL, I TOLD YOU ALL, I TOLD YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!











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AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!


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SUP FOLKS? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Can I call that fucking DOW JONES or am I just a silly ignorant nut case bragger?




In any event, Jenifer Washburn of Atlantic City, the awesome lovely and powerful; what would any of it really prove? Well, other than the fact that I could make anyone a billionaire ten times over if they would fucking believe in me!
OH JENNIFER, I WISH I HAD YOU DOWN HERE TO KICK ASS FOR ME, GREAT AND POWERFUL LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, YO!!!!


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I may be off by a year or so or I may be right on the dam ass target. Normally, I am right on the button, I told you the MARKET PRICES, an d am off only a tiny bit, am I lying fucking to you? Also, why is the market doing this, am I lying about the use of ICPE-APE-TECK on me, or does the market follow the world? Well if it does, why is it not CRASHING FUCKIGN DOWN 5,000 POINTS, when we are about to go INOT FUCKIGN WORLD WAR THREE, FOR CRISSAKE?????????

















Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I've had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7'7" tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I've ever experienced.



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GET A FUCKING LIFE JERK OFF, QUIT HACKIN G MY CUNT CHEWING COMPUTER AND MOUSE, DIRT BAGS!!!!





















This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs.
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Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I've had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7'7" tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I've ever experienced.














This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his latest blogs.
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December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)

Mark_from_njAt the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey.  Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. 
Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently.  He was given a CD called "The Meaning of Life."  The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title.  He's really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day.  More importantly, he is insane.  Completely, violently insane. 
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.  His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.   And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.  Covertly, of course.   Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.  (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's own Jason Forrest isn't clear.) 
Here then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Oh Jesus Christ Almighty, let us play the game called SALVATION, and then GTNOTG, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, this is real joy, McCoy Whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all carpenters and other tradesmen beware of the exploring bankers who know of me and my 1980 copyrighted material, huh Reagan AE Junior, not you Albert Einstein, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I'm gonna' really bail you out of Rock Road County Jail, BOO, cut me a fuckiGN break Margie Leo!












































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Jumping shit puke folks; I am in hell. I told you this almost three fuckiGN decades back in time, in a parallel universe, ex-President James Earl Carter, old buddy!!!!!!!! Dear Diary Journal Tape, another day has come and gone, without any teasing Nissan Cars, Finally I'm Free Clariton Clear medications, or lower stock prices. All that's left is my sweet song, Copyright Examiners of 1983, and it makes me very blue. 657 times blue, to be quite honest.


















This is going to be a real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING 200 DAY FOR ME, OR THERE ABOUTS!



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How many secret dogs and secret museums are there in this world I wonder, and are you out here reading me, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, of Egg Harbor City, New Wildreams Jersey????????????? YEAH BUDDY, I LIVE DOWN HERE IN FLORIDA NOW, LIKE CHIEF (R.E.) HOWARD SOLOMON, WEEEEEEEEEE!

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