ESS FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED, CHAPTER 01-A

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

ESS FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED

CHAPTER 01-A, B will follow later; MAJOR HACK ATTACK!

Hello people; my life is total hell, nothing is ever different, and I died and went to hell on August 15, 1986 after going to bed in my bedroom in a home owned by Richard Dirtbag Karpf, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

MARK WAYNE MOHR

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This machine was hacked and frozen up at 6:15 this evening, as soon as I typed in this chapter and blog book name on the SAVE area of my Open Office Dialogue Box, just now, Pam Bondi, Florida, AG. Maybe it was just a fluke, and then, maybe nothing ever is just a fluke. Thi9s is where the ESS and my story, will become a bit advanced, throughout this new blog book, folks!

I already know that this blog is going to cause me some nasty ass trouble and problems, as it is slow to save, and I have not even started the blog, and only one photo is pasted into it so far, as well, kind peeps. Yes there is A HACK MIZZ BONDI, IT IS FREEZING OVER AND OVER FOR NO REASON, MA'AM, EACH TIME I TRY AND SAVE, SO I MAY HAVE TO POST THIS AS 01-A, AND GO TO 01-B AND CONTINUE THE CHAPTER on another page unless this dam ass shit stops, ACLU!

PLEASE HELP ME PAM BONDI, Florida Attorney General, because my powerful MAGGIE, WILL LET ME GO THROUGH ONLY SO MUCH of this HELL, AND THEN it will be BYE-BYE TO LA, CALI! This is a promise, and I cannot control this!

3 DAYS OF MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, PAM!!!

Folks, the 2007 and 2008 BRIDGE, that crossed my life over from knowing the WOODSIDE REALITY AS OPPOSED TO NOT KNOWING, depending on which yellow telephone side of the dam bridge you or I may be standing the hell on; YO; ended up being, or shall I change that to, “I FOUND OUT THAT THIS WAS EVEN A BIGGER CROSSOVER LIFE AND GAME CHANGER FOR ME TIME ERA”; than even 1969, 1983, 1986, and 1994; and probably in truth; all of those four years all assembled together, and maybe doubled or tripled after 'even that', Evan Hanley and Quentin Andreas Petofi, of the “GAP”, marvelous and untrumpable television soap-opera show, called, “Dark Shadows”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crissake, go dig me a grave, Harriet Rohr. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ TWINBAY!

I will not lie to a fucking soul here. You may or may not have religious beliefs, that is on all of you, not me. I may or may not have some as well, and that IS ON ME, not you. BUTT, BIG AS BUTT folks; I have had some whopper mother fucking experiences of paranormal activity, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with people like asshole Doctor Schorr who said to me quite unprofessionally, two weeks ago today exactly, “Mark, your brain is broken; you'd be better off dead”. I have been slammed against walls while half awake and half asleep in 1976 in an apartment house I was visiting my mother in, on Jefferson Street, called the Jamestown Apartments, in Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG! I have dreamed the future so many fuckign times, it's fucking annoying and unnatural, I have met entities all over the place that no more come from this natural world order than Blinky Blonkey the Birdwhale, © 2048. My mom who died on March 4 of 2000, came to me in a powerful dream in 2008 and warned me in a DOLLAR STORE, not to move in with these people in THAT-FAMILY. And as for the LAKEHOUSE LIGHTNING AND GARY MITCHELL AND GLARING BILLY HICKEY CROUCH, well, that is all a story for an entirely other fuckiGN time and place, Donna Discoqueen Summer Sudano! I have DREAMED dozens of tunes and lyrics, and dozens of incredible beings, and have been told how to communicate with them, and did so, and this led to a game changer life in the middle eighties, from which there is absolutely no return to normalcy.

But warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS FROM HELL AND 1970, and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can swear in any court on this planet and not worry about being fuckiGN charged with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night and again, there is no return. If I was not so mother fuckiGN angry at the way my life has been permitted to be abused and no one will take my hell seriously; I would burst the mother fuckiGN shit eating hell into an ocean of cunt lapping tears, and cry for a week, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The computer open office system just fuckiGN crashed, PAM BONDI AND FBI, at approximately 6:42 PM, and the system needed to be recovered through that process I go through each fuckiGN cunt time this happens, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! DO YOU WANT A MOTHER FUCKING 10.5 TO STRIKE IN LA, KEEP THIS FUCKIGN SHIT UP AND GOING, YOU SICK DERRANGED FUCKIGN RATS ASS BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am taking no chances with this, later on the CHAPTER 01-B will be posted, but 01-A is now over with nothing getting g said, and my civil rights, as always, totally fucking trampled on, American Civil liberties Union. Obviously their dirt bag DOW JONES stock markets flew up 300+ points, I do not know and have not checked it yet. But this, Mister Kaiter sir, is totally mother fucking ridiculous.

Hay there Louise Hendershodt XXXXXXXXXXX!!!

AUGUST ELECTRICAL 27, 2014,

EARLY WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 6:49

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 76%, FEELING 86 TO THE SKIN.

DAILY RANGE SO FAR, (H-90/L-80)

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