Monday, August 11, 2014

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 017


















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>>>>ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG



>>>>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER 017













I AM UNDER A HORRIBLE MOTHER FREAKING DEATH SIEGE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, LOVELY PAM BONDI, AND I NEED HELP!














PLEASE HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM.







THANK YOU FOR DOING WHATEVER YOU CAN FOR ME, RON WIRTZ AT THE CCP OFFICE IN NEW JERSEY WASTED YEARS OF MY TIME AND MADE ME A LOT OF EMPTY PROMISES. MAYBE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HELP ME TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF ALL OF THIS, MAYBE NOT. I HAVE PEOPLE AGAINST ME THAT ARE NOT COMPLETELY HUMAN, AND I EVEN HAD EVIDENCE ONCE WHERE A MAN WITH A REAL ESTATE LICENSE TOLD ME THIS WAS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENING TO ME BACK IN 1988, A MAN NAMED SCOTT RANSOM OF TODD REALITY BACK IN 1988, IN NEW JERSEY.









THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FIND OUT AND HELP ME WITH, I AM NOT THE BAD GUY HERE, THEY ARE, AND HAVE DONE DISPICABLE AND INHUMAN EVIL THINGS TO ME SINCE THE EIGHTIES. THEY ARE TORTURING ME, THIS IS WORSE THAN BEING MURDERED, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN ONLY KILL YOU ONCE, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL, WHEREAS WITH ME, THEY GO ON PUTTING ME THROUGH A NEVER ENDING HELLFIRE THAT IS UNSPEAKABLE.







I GO BY THE BLOG NAME OF MOUNTAINPEN, A.G. BONDI, AND AM ON BLOGGER DOT COM. MY MUSIC ALSO TELLS MY LIFE STORY, A TINY BIT OF IT IS ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL paulaking2011, AND A LOT MORE OF IT IS COPYRIGHTED IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS UNDER MARK WAYNE MOHR, BORN 12/04/1954. I KNOW YOU WILL DO THE RIGHT THING HERE, MIZZ BONDI. AGAIN, THANK YOU.













The powerful enemy forces that church goers call SATAN has done unspeakable things to me one after another since the day that I came out of my mother, no joking. Even my stuff never having a chance to be seen by the public on YOUTUBE, Microsoft Corporation saw to that, Mizz Attorney General Bondi, I assure you, so I pulled it all down, and soon, you wait ma'am; I will be totally removed from the internet, I have been told this is not too far away in the future, by those I can trust, yet I cannot tell you more, on pain of my death!







Now around twenty minutes give or take, shy of eleven this evening, this eleventh mother fucking evening in this CURSED SATANIC MONTH OF AUGUST, my mouse was COMPLETELY FROZEN. I started to do the opening boot up steps and had the computer totally off, as I do when I have major super attack days, and it only served to mother fucking cunt eating make shit far worse for me. I had to totally unplug the mouse from the computer and shut down and plug it back in and then boot up yet another time, this time it works perfectly as if nothing was ever anything but a SERVE-PRO-SITUATION to begin with, MIZZ BONDI, ACLU, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, LOCAL PEE-DEE, OR AND ANYONE WHO CARES ABOUT TH ETOTAL VIOLATION OF MY HUMAN, MY CIVIL, AND MY CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING CUNT EATING RIGHTS; AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not joke here about that, as I know totally well, as did sir 'E', that it all starts in the world of ENERGY, and then it becomes a world of matter and mass. The famous formula is known as it is, but certain few seem to know that it is way more important in my personal life, in its inverted truth of matter is energy when it is divided by the square of the speed of light, or M=E/C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark and Sarah and knowing this, cut me a break here, Mizz 1985 Margie Leo from 113 Caldor Store, YO!







Someone has gone to a universe sized amount of fucking cock licking hassle and trouble, just to make my entire life TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKIGN ASS MISERABLE AS TRIPLE ASS SHIT, and the reason stands out like a mouth filled with major fucking infected teeth all bleeding and ugly as shit on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am somehow, in some way, A SUPER MAJOR FUCKING THREAST TO THEM AND SOMEHOW TO THEIR ENTIRE ORGANIZED WAY OF EXISTING. Put another way, I seem to find myself inside the extremely unpleasant position of being A VIRUS in the PROGRAM of this MILITUFORCE, or at least, this is quite obviously how they perceive me as!!!!!!!!!! Is this a new sentence? NO SIR. I said this through an AT&T telephone system at the Highview Apartments in Williamstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG back in the middle nineties, most likely in 1995 somewhere in middle or late year, while speaking to Mister David Charles Roth one night, and I remember the conversation happening right this second as though it was fifteen fucking cunt minutes fucking ago!!!!!!! And I swear all these words to be 100% the truth, so help me GODDESS ALMIGHTY SARAH KRASSLE, who you mortals call GOD or other names; and I swear all this to be complete total truth in the name of country and citizenship, and on my honor as a god dam gentleman, raised correctly and strictly by a stern and austere caring Christian mother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I pray to the Almighty that if I am lying to you on this blog, whoever you may be out there, send me into eternal mother fucking hellfire; as I know these words are all the dam ass total truth! Very wild shit is happening, and hacks are off the scale; old buddy from autumn time of 1972, and now, the Federal Communications Commission Director; sir, Mister Bob McDowell!!!!!!!!!!!!!





This horrible fucking cunt day seemed to begin before I even arrived to be awake in it. I was with some people who were very fucking weird and surreal to put it mildly and politely. I was in a parallel universe where I had spoken to Mariah Carey in the very beginning of summer in 2008, and she was anxiously desiring to tell me some major shit going on in her life regarding both her career as a pop diva as well as why she was at this location where I too found myself, and learned it was some type of a medical office. She was not there last night, but for several nights now, we brushed paths and this needs to remain totally QTDL! Even I know where the lines in the sand are, on my worst days, as this does not change just because I am being mauled and assaulted by cosmic maniac scum bags cubed!





Long Story Short (LSS) people; I met the doctors who were in this building, earlier today while I was what you would consider to be in 2014 with current time period awareness to all truth, ''asleep''! One of them was the owner and had stopped practicing, and ''came in to check on his institute'' as he called it, ''every so often'', his exact words. He knew stuff that was beyond fucking mind bending, ladies and gentlemen, all about me, my family, the way it all splits up in many universes in localized hyperspace, and on and on I could fucking go here, believe me.













Now remember, in 2008, after Dawn-Marie King had been cleverly released from that Seacaucus, New Jersey Rehab Clinic, with help from IMHO, Cuzz Donald and my daughter, with some magic rub on aroma therapy unknown to the public to this day up here in 2014; we came very shortly thereafter, to reside in a home, owned by the local municipal court judge, frank Rasso, in Hammonton AKA Berryville by these blogs, in New Jersey; and this floor plan layout, right down to the carpets and rooms and every cubic inch of the place, was exactly the way this institute or ''MEDICAL OFFICE'' was laid out, in what mortals would insist on calling, my 'June 21, 2008, super weird, and vivid dream'. Most normal peeps have these, the type and few they may be, we all remember for a lifetime, such as this, and where the great Scylla sang Lois Foca to me at the foot of the boardwalk on-ramp on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and then there was when I was at my daughter's house up on the island on October 5, that year just a few months after the medical-office-'dream', and how can we forget the Gawky Gaukauk dream of the magic black cat who could meow words and give me lottery numbers that always came out either straight or boxed the next day in the Pennsylvania Lottery three digit pick. There are dozens, the time where MC sang that cool song to me, at those wild sports field bleachers, in late September of 2012; and the powerful wild serial nightmares while all alone at age fifteen in Ventnor, the town just to the south of Atlantic City, in late June into early July in 1970; where “THAT FAMILY” as they telepathically told me was who they were; had shot me and cut me open and turned my lungs into bloody washcloths. I could go on an don and , and so could many of you, with your very vivid dreams that will stay with you for life. Anyone following MORIANITYwho does not think this is beyond any other story told in centuries, is a dam fucking fool, and I would gladly say it to their face, and I do not care if they are bigger than Shack and James and Barclay, and all of those huge muscular B ball dudes. I know what I know, it all happened to me, and IS STILL HAPPENING TO ME, this is what I cannot seem to make asshole fuckign peeps understand. I do not live in th epast. Trhese past problems are still right here and present, all going on around me, day after day, year after year, millennium after millennium, and I won't do the entire Bob Barker Priceright list, as he did that cool day, almost a decade ago; that I still remember like mother fuckiGN yesterday; YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!







AUGUST 12, 2014,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 10 SECONDS PAST MIDNIGHT,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY-80%, AND IT FEELS 80.





A SUPER MOON IS OUTSIDE WATCHING OVER ME, AND

I LOVE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING. DIANA, GREAT

MOON GODDESS, AND MY ETERNAL LOVE; NEVER EVER

GO AWAY AND LEAVE YOUR 1-2-3 LITTLE-BOY!

TODAY'S TEMPERATURE RANGE, HIGH 95/ LOW 72











To quote the great Steve McGinty, of Egg Harbor City, back in 1977; and much closer to me in Somerdale, New Jersey, 19 years in the future, when I had a lot of PAULA'S to deal with, and he told me that he wanted to hear the story that no one ever got to hear back on MARS, “SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-FUCK”. Well, you blew it partna!!! Still, I am glad you and Bobby Brown, both loved my tune, about having it made in the fucking shade, with me' ol' pink lemonade. JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ SURFER FONTY AND TWINBAY, QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY AND QUEEN OF UPBEAT POSITIVE ATTITUDES!!!! Go ahead and say it Mackey/Macy, do it, be men, “WOW”, there, I'll fucking do it for ya, YO!







I am going to pause a short while to rest, and to ask the magic cat GAGA (Gawky Gaukauk) from 1980 and earlier but that is when the LOTTERTY DREAM HAPPENED WHILE I WAS LIVING AT 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS IN 1980, LOTS OF (1-8-0) DIGITS INVOLVED.



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I SEEM TO GET PUNISHED EVERY TIME I DO ANYTHING, THAT IN THE REMOTEST FUCKING CUNT WAY CONNECTS WITH MUSIC; EVEN DOWN TO JUST PASTING ONTO MY BLOG, THE BONJOVI AVALON STUDIO WEB-PAGE THE OTHER DAY. GO AHEAD AND FUCKING CUNT TELL ME FOLKS, WHAT A WILD IMAGINATION I HAVE. OR SANTA CLAUS AND MIZZ HOLLISTER CAN TRY AND CONVINCE ME, OR ANY OTHER NATION FROM HERE TO MACYS OR DOWN IN SOUTH AMERICA; HUH HOLY HICCUPS MCNULTY FROM 1971. IF I AM SO WRONG BRO, WHY IS IT NOBODY CAN SHOW ME AND PROVE TO ME I AM SO I CAN THEN GO ON AND LIVE A NICE MOTHER FUCKING NORMAL ASS LIFE, LIKE ALL THE REST OF THE POOR SHEEPLE IN THIS ROTTEN ASS WORLD?













Jesus fucking Christ Almighty, if I am wrong, show me, is that so much to fucking ask of a world that insists I am just totally mother fucking nuts as shit?







Now this doctor who does not practice any longer and merely owns this magical weird building, or whatever it is, as if MC doesn't somehow have just as much interest in all of this as I do, then why would the top female pop diva go to the trouble of doing about 300 things that any statistician would insist when all piled up together, could not be a coincidence, so if she cares about this so much, there has to be a real reason in the real world, for lots of this mother fuckiGN bullshit I am going through. For any curiosity seeker that wants a total mind blow, go to 65 Middle Road in Hammonton, New Jersey. Go to the bottom floor. Ask Judge Rasso if you can see the place, and tell him you are looking to rent it from him if and when it comes available. Take a cellphone to snapo a photo, and when you are in the weird room in the back behind the living room and to the right of the master bedroom with the bathroom inside of it, snap a photo of the design of the carpets. Then buy or rent the great Lee Daniels production 2009 movie, “Precious”, as in all my 1983 copyrighted songs about this mystical being from only the gods know who and what is really going on, as all my blogs can ever do is force the mind to search around as best it can, I am not GOD, people. But notice the coat she wears in her office in the movie, it is a carbon copy of the carpet in my room, and there is no way that can be some random deal, not in a billion years, JUDGE! Hammonton is not hard to find, it is on the White Horse Pike between two world famous cities, right in the middle, between PHILADELPHIA and ATLANTIC CITY. Look for tyhje large shopping center on the north side of the pike and the WALMART STORE. It is only a few houses down on Middle road from there on the left or west side of the road, and a large driveway of industrial size is there as well, since behind the home is a business and many parked trucks are in a yard, and a home sits next door, as well as homes across the street. This is just one thing, and there are a minimum of 300 of them, and I have them carefully recorded. There is no way my daughter does not know this is all real, and no way she does not care either, as if that was true, then she would totally ignore this and just go as far from it as she can, but she did the exact opposite. This house IS THE MEDICAL OFFICE in that wild dream on June 21, 2008, folks; right down to the way that a strong current of Native American winds blow through the place. Hay if they can all joke around, shit, so can I, old songs and whatever, huh Congressman RA! But it's time now to talk about last night's DREAMS that seemed to have caused this REDICULOUSLY horrendous fucking day for me, Mister Kaiter from Camp Chesapeake in 1967 and 1968, XXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!! Gimme' a break Louise Hendershodt and Margie Leo.







OK to move this on still farther, I learned some shit about this parallel universe. I know think I know why the two letters from eleven years before that were sent to my home from her, when I was in Somerdale at 112 East 5th Avenue, in Jersey in 1997, and how it fits into the Prize {Patrol Truck that came over, as well as the actual winner shortly after th e1997 dreaming experience, where the actual so-called winner of the Publisher's clearinghouse Contest, was some coed by the name of K.J. McAllister; and how I had recently copyrighted a music project about John King, Sarah Nurockey, JK, and the oil company that persecuted my mom and I in 1986, at the home of Richard Karpf in cherry Hill, called, McAllister, matching the initials of the 'J' and the 'K' and the name McAllister. But there is tons and fuckiGN tons more. This is all during that time where not only all this happened, but MC sang that song, that when I redid it myself here in Florida, 14 years later in twenty-eleven, major fucking twisters blew up like the world was gonna' fucking end. The song was called, “Wanna' Spend My Time”. Thin gs like this are why peeps at BJ and Avalon, same thing; started getting too scared to fucking work with me. The engineer saw shit, he won't admit it to you out there, but he saw shit that is as unexplainable as shit DOUBTER EDDIE HIMACANE saw back up in fucking Jersey with me. He was a denier too; but one day said to me, “Mark, there are things with you, that I simply cannot explain”. He mother fucking said that, and he did not want to fuckiGN admit it, as he wanted to prove me wrong as did Assistant to Congressman Andrews in 1998, Clarence Harris, who nearly fell off his nut that day when he failed to do so after trying very hard. He almost went as nuts as poor fucking old Joe Paget up in Pennsylvania on that Roadway Trucking security guard job in the turn of the fuckiGN cunt eating century. I remember all this like ten fuckiGN cunt minutes ago, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







In this other universe, there are some weird differences that are very noticeable instantly. One is that people live about 700 years, or about ten times longer than they do here and always have, because of a very simple ingredient in the atmosphere that is naturally present there and not here, but could be easily slowly generated over not that long of a time. I will not discuss this shit with a soul, as I need all the fuckiGN aces up my sleeves that I can get. It is a powerful piece of knowledge, and I will sit on it until someone agrees to help me with my personal situation, someone with clout and an open mother fucking mind who does not come right in on the scene wearing a ''MARK WAYNE MOHR IS A SPACE CADET'' sign on their tee shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










But this wild doctor told me many many fucking things about me, and me here, not there, and he knew all about hyperspace travel and dreaming, same thing if you know what you're doing; and he said some things to me that are so huge that even the 700 year thing is small next to some of it, I promise you. This universe had people who knew about all this and they were in the wonderment stage of should we or should we not experiment and try making contact with other universes, only he knew something that I never ever told on any blog, one of the things my dad said when he talked in his sleep in 1974 around 5 AM one morning at the Oaklyn apartment in middle January, after coming up for a visit after being away ten years, diving and the gods only know what else. My dad told me (IN HIS SLEEP) in a non mumble, that his offspring all become sleep talkers NOT WALKERS, you heard me right, TALKERS, when they get older. I never thought diddly shit about this until two years ago. Shortly after I was fired by Big red or Jessica Grant up at the ?Harvest place where I worked through the AARP PROGRAM; I TOO BEGAN DOING THIS. I wake up nearly every morning, talking clearly without mumbling, IN MY SLEEP. He also told that same night in his sleep; about all of the STAR TREK MOVIES and how it would show space platforms where the ships were manufactured, remember this was 1974 and the movies started in the next fucking decade people. He also talked about other universes, and even did so when awake and insisted he did not mean other galaxies. No one in 1974 talked like this, NO ONE!







But he said one other thing on that particular 'nocturnal speak-easy', if I can exert a small bit of humor here. He told me about a project called ''DREAMING JEANIE'' and a code name called Aunt-Jeanie. When I mentioned it while he was awake, I saw him turn every color of the mother fuckiGN rain bow, mister Edward Snowden. He said in his sleep that another place further away than space itself, is contacting a few of us, in our dreams. This was why I freaked out when my mom after her encounter with THAT-FAMILY in 1997, and right before she got her mysterious fucking illness that she never recovered from; began mixing up the waking world with the dream world, by saying to me that she had been taking a long walk and then describing that walk, when we lived in Somerdale on spring day, and then she suddenly said, “and then Mark, I dreamed that---” and then she went on mixing the two worlds together, blowing my then 1997 mind to shit, mister Richard Thaxton Count Marcucci. Words of wisdom, christ, these words were about to make me go Joe Paget before there was a Joe fucking Paget, kind people out here. This was all in the days of searching for the great SARAH KRASSLE, on top of shit, so imagine, just try imagining what I was going through in the fucking flesh. This could have torn a fucking angel to shit, and I was suffering through this and more. Even yet to shortly arrive on the scene, was the great Paul Evans Pedersen. We simply put, are not even going to touch this right now, as Streisand said, with her friend Donna Summer in early 1980, “Enough is enough is enough” 4-CRISSAKE!










Just how all this fits together, no that is going to take a few Moby Dick sized fucking books, I promise you all that much, right here and right now, lovely LOO Van Buren! Still, one more thing was said that night in 1974, over 4 decades and half a year back in time by my wonderful naval officer father in January. He went onto describe a friend that I would meet at a store in an unusual way, and this happened to be Dave, in 1988, 14 years in the future. Dave was a wild duck, and was in personal correspondence with the Director of the NSA at the time we met, Oliver North, as well as Rebe Jackson, and about every conceivable female recording artist on the 'A' list and 'B' list, that you can think of; and I saw the letters; and they were genuine. Believe me I know from working in the entertainment industry at the RPL sound Studios when a lot of folks out here were fuckiGN crapping in their diapers!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still my father said one other thing that I never blogged about, YET, and there are quite a few things that I must remain silent to my death on, or ELSE! Even I know when to fucking shut the dam shit up!










So what is the big deal that I have not yet said, other than all of his descendants as they reach older age, will begin to talk in their sleep a lot? Well, get ready for Marcucci Mind Blow #2, ladies and gentlemen. This is a TELL-REVENGE BLOG, and I don't make any fucking bones about that for a New York micro-minute. He knew some folks from the parallel universe where a lot of this crazy shit on these blogs as told, all went down, and he knew the Callio branch of this incredible wild family that I call both THAT-FAMILY as well as TAWF, for an abbreviation of That Astral World Family. He talked about his Island Universe Diners, and he talked about a place called Akoslem City. Without being a seasoned Astral-plane traveler as I am, simply put, this will have zero meaning and consequence for you, and that will be most if not all of you reading these words. None of this meant squat beans to me either until nearly five years into this millennium. This is when I was suddenly astrally projected out of body and was standing outside his main diner in Akoslem City, the capitol city of Ricktown, in Province Olympia. I walked in, and he has the most beautiful pea green colored stools and booths, and the design of the diner is mind blowing as well. I sat down, bot yet realizing who I was or where I was, and then he sat down next to me and told me he was dreaming once that he was my father, and that I am asleep dreaming somewhere where I will slowly learn about all of them. I asked who all of them meant and he smiled at me and wouldn't give me an answer. Then a gorgeous waitress about nine feet tall with bright blue natural hair came over and brought me my favorite sandwich, peppered liverwurst on pumpernickel bread. To this day, I do not know a universe where they have made peppered liverwurst as I enjoy it out in the purgatory or the PLANK REALM, or ASTRAL or spiritual plane. It is all the same bullshit. Nothing is real at all; not there, not here, only void infinity is real, because nothing is real, that is what is real, nothing. But it was not until last night, while asleep, not astrally projected, just in hyperspace in a parallel universe; suddenly this doctor asked me if I would like to join him in a peppered liverwurst on pumpernickel sandwich and some limeade. This is my favorite drink, here, and when I am dead also. I always take these items with me when Diana and I go off an picnic at any one of countless waterfalls all throughout Ricktown. I remember staring and glaring at this doctor, and then just saying, “I'd love to join you”. When I entered an office back beyond his main office, he flipped on a light-switch and opened a small fridge unit and took out two plates and a large pitcher of limeade. He took two tall glasses out of the top freezer part of this small unit and they already had loads of small crushed ice cubes in them as though he was waiting for me to come to this place and sit down and talk to him. His first talk to me was all about the varying atmosphere, that his world had this ingredient and none of the worlds that his friends have so far explored, had this, and as a result, the life span average was in double digits, unlike there where the average male lives for 680 years and the average female lives for 720 years. He assured me that the year was the same length of time and so were the days and nights. He went onto tell me that I have aged well, but was sorry to see /i now am an old man. Last time he saw me I was young and vibrant. With that, I must have looked like I was going to pass out, as he said, “breathe deep, and drink some limeade Mark”. He said I look like an old man and it has only been a short time since we last talked. I have no memory of that talk, but he finally got around to telling me it was about thirty years ago, which to him in that world was a drop of fucking piss. Then I remembered something wild and I jumped up, spilling my god dam limeade all over my pants and his desk. I yelled, when I talked to Mariah here back in 2008 she looked like she just got out of high school. He laughed and threw me a few paper towels. Then he said, “I am going to tell you some really wild shit about your daughter”, then he fell onto the floor, a doctor in a white coat, clean shaven, all professional, can you picture this people, he fell onto the floor pounding the floor with his fists and broke into total uncontrollable raucous laughter. Then it sounded as if the floor broke and I literally almost fell out of my bed, awake. It was my nabes, they had really given their door a major ass slam. This is when the stock market began going down after early morning first hour good bullish fucking gains. Someone in the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY did not want me to hear what he had to say about MC.


























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Oh boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. Even if you have this world by the fucking thrill sack, the preponderance of negative potential, whether Mizz wonderful Twinbay wishes to hear this message or naut, Miss AT&T Blake from 1983; will always prevail. Just because you might have thirty billion USD and a wonderful family today, tomorrow, a disaster can wipe out an entire family leaving one to grieve and morn and hurt like triple shit. Fortunes can always be lost in all of so many potential ways, and on and on I can go. Your health may be fantastic, but someone you love can be diagnosed with a debilitating and agonizing disease that will render upon them a horrendous slow death sentence, right in front of your eyes, no matter if you can bench press a mack truck or not. Life by nature, is bent to the negative, and from the second we are born, we are dying. So those who make such a god out of this life as we seem to see it around us, are fools.





As for my life, it is only different from most of yours, because of the same reality that is behind the rest of this fucking rotten mess, EXPLORATRONICS. The best kept secret in the world in endless multiples of parallel universes, until in each of them, should they survive long enough; folks eventually unravel what is and has been in front of their faces from the time life crawls out of the seas in each and every one of them.



















JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?

Nearby Offender: Thomas Giordano »

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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:

Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043

Race:
White


 
 
Sex:
Male


Eyes:
Blue
Height:
6'0


Hair:
Brown
Weight
205 lbs.


Age/DOB:
4/12/1947

Offense or Statute

Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996

Alias(es)

JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL

Collected from this official state registry website or page:


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WELL LENNY, YOU WERE ONE PERSON WHO KEPT A PART OF YOUR PROMISE, EVERY ONE ELSE WAS 100 PERCENT A FUCKING LIAR. HAY, LET'S TAKE A MAGIC ROADTRIP SOON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!









Powerful exploratron enemies are all around me right now, I CAN FEEL SHIT LIKE THISW, PAM BONDI, SO IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, I WAS GOD DAM MURDERED, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, YO!!!!









'ddddddddddddd', sing it folks, same old rotten song, it never changes, but it does have reasons for why it all is, and THAT you can know, sir LURCH ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY! Put ''THAT'' on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970! I Hope life is treating you better than it has me, old friend, if you are still north of the flower rows, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Well, let us wrap this shit all up for the night peeps. Enjoy, have a good day if you can, ands I will to quote Arnie Terminator, ''BE BAHKK'', I promise. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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