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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ICPISTMCMM,
CHAPTER 00046
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, A MAJOR FUCKING COMPUTER HACK JUST STRUCK
ME AT QUARTER PAST FUCKING SIX THIS DAM EVENING, SIR, NEVER A MOMENTS
PEACE, A' AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR, OF 1988, FROM THE GREAT WPIX-NYNY
TELEVISION DOCUMENTARY, YO????????????????????????
Keep
hacking, Captain hunter-1987, and between Patty Parsons and her
bright ideas and Diana's bright eyes, and my relentless fucking hell,
maybe we'll have a trilogy to remember for all fucking cunt eating
eternity, not poop eating, Skyler Tyler of Minnesota-USA-ESMWG,
WHAAAA!
The
hack stopped after I closed the internet off and closed all the tabs
that I had opened as a result of trying to paste an updated bio-page
count of this blog's page-views, as shown at the top of the blog,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me it doesn't break your heart,
when you read on http://www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/
those detailed comments from that other poor tortured young soul, 20
years old; and clueless to how
the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is burning out his life forever!
SHAME-SHAME-SHAME, SHIRLY ALVEREZ CANTDANCE And company, right Mizz
Hollister and Melanie Safka?
Here comes the fuckiGN cunt sucking (WORD-DISAPPEARING
HACK) AND THE (IGN-HACK), FCC OLD PAL, Bob McDowell, of Wormhole
Cooley Hall of 1972 in the purple for us all fall;
oh
great and powerful Columbia Broadcasting Company,
AKA the CBS Network, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, BRO, YO, and
here is a wild story that I am going to tell and was not going to
tell, but this constant never ending barrage of death siege on me for
going on three fuckiGN weeks now is causing me to do this, you know,
the old reliable mother fucking 2007, (RATS-TATS-FOOTBALL) you know,
REAL/E FOOTBALL, although I seriously doubt that gay mother fucker
ever played a game of it,huh Tommy Hatmaker and mike Elder?
BACK
WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I
NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF
MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006, (JC TAPE EQVT #25,705)
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
My
guru friend Ed told me about the old cartoon comic character called
Joe Shmo, the dude with the eternal black cloud hanging over his
head, and there it was, everywhere he went, whatever he would do,
and only he seemed to get rained on perpetually, no one else,
except of course for the normal and accepted amounts of negatives
that life naturally deals to us all. Anywho, my guru and I had a
small falling out early in July over the major hacking that I get,
but I blew his mind with one thing that even he was not able to
chalk off as my paranoia. Look, I am paranoid, and U 2 would B if U
had 2 endure what I go through every single friggin day of my
pathetic miserable existence. I did not say life, as it is not
life. My hell is SUB-VAMPIRIC EXISTANCE, and that's all it
is!!!!!!!!!! When he learned about what happened 2 me over the past
weekend on my job site where I'm employed as a security officer,
with the 'otherwise normally friendly dog, by the name of 'JULY',
by the way, but in Hispanic language, pronounced [who-lee-oh],
which in this language means the great emperor of olden days Rome,
and where our month of July comes from, as he created a new
calendar. Later after his time, the Gregorian calendar was
conceived of by the great Prince Gregory, and 13 months are now the
12 months, one to each represent an individual tribe of the
Israelite's. 7 and 12, the great SSJKK's 2 numbers, could have a
book the size of the Britannica Encyclopedia written on them. Where
can I begin? Later I'll tell U-all just a bit more, but 4 right
now, I must tell U this.
Notice how they broke my car stereo, costing me 50 bucks to have the warrantied replacement model re-installed at Circuit City of Deptford, NJ, Electronic Department store. Then the huge rest of the weekend milituforce death siege that these hammer-wads put me through, and then the horrific huge bully-teen slob that harassed me while doing no more than leaving this library where today I am back at. I will not allow these fish-eyed Esther-fools to intimidate me, as I said before, U damn turds'll have to kill me, and guess what Duncan; America my run on U, but like U, but with slightly altered rules in the reality of the situation; I do not die and stay dead, so LOL; and I do not mean loving on line. U'll need all the luck and then more than all the energy in this entire downlined reality which is just SSJKK's upline thoughtwave, and with all of that, U cannot eliminate me, 'F U D G Y A'. Here is what I started 2 tell u the other day on prior 'blogianity', but as I tend 2 do a lot, I get off on a tangent, and not realize until reading my printouts at home at a later part of the 4th dimension, that I had totally forgotten to complete the main point that I was talking 2 U about. Funny how the lawtrons, just as I now begin to go on with the story, the security guard here at the library that is part of the story, and reason for another [3rd] flying to the moon week on their dirt-hole stock manipulated ICPE-TEK market, just walked by my place here at the computer, and I know it was a bit of intimidation, as she never on my 5 or so of my times here, walks this particular aisle along this particular wall. So after the huge black sumo teen scared me out of a years shrinkage, not growth, as I am knee high to a tad-pole, any-who, I told her what happened, and she would not do one thing, wouldn't even speak to me, what am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and liver-cuts? Her job is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constables On Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead, she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all's about in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a question regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the smirk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a foot of rain in the great city on human-world-planes, Atlantic City, NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right outside the friggin' water company,their website is www.acmua.com. They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous Frailenger's employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone into Robert McGuire's shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact words to him were, "I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to reminisce about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the 60's". It was out of a movie how he treated me, demanding my ID, and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to further go into at this time, but back to my point with the library's security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who treated me so bad, when I was the foooookin' victim in all of this for my 62nd grand-daddy's sake. U know he and I can both walk on top of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting me through this vicious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war with me, then just bring it on ya 'dingdong hammer' blowhards of 'STM'!!!!!!
My complaint to the library system got attention, HA HA HA. Even though they win in long run play with this horrific siege-hell, me out 50 bucks and bullied, and even beaten up a bit by a resident of Dogtown, vacationing on the Earth 4 a little while, the stock market naturally goes flying up. U know by now Mr, B. Joel, how it all works, just harass and persecute poor innocent whittle me, and up goes Dow Jones, and lose,lose,lose, for the Philadelphia Phillies ball-club, of course I no longer feel badly 4 them, they had their chance to reverse their, and my, curse, and laughed and ignored me, well, tough navy beans 4 them and mister Carl Allen. Eddie Himacane, as I have nick named my computer guru, is a believer, after the incident with the dog, and sooner or later, more things will B witnessed, and more people also will start 2 C all this shitsapookna, they can only do this 2 a point, and one day when they least think it ever could possibly happen, nuclear B O O M - B O O M, and thermonuclear B A N G, they'll all B caught, and friggin' screwed, and I will be a multi frickin' billionaire, as these pricks all have very very deep pockets.
I error'd on a prior-blog, on my 9 year cycle telling of July 12th of 1970, 1977, 1988, 1997, and 2006, I said the interaction of July 12, 1996; and that was an Estonian, not Brian/Brain attack. I meant to say the dream of July 12, 1997, and adding 7 years starting at July 12, of '70, it would go to 79, 88, 97, and oh-six. And by the gods, it did. Speaking of the gods, the 27th is Goddess Diana Arteemis's special number, numerologically totaling up to 9, and back on the 27th of July, during my sieges that she hates these pricks 4 causing me, all locals to the Hammonton, New Jersey area, know, that she came around me like I have never seen her do in all my 51 &2/3 years of my life as Mountainpen, forgive the typo the other day, the spell checker on my blog at my other spot on 'my space dot com', did that. Anyway, Diana just past dusk, was all over me; and I was all over her. She made me happier than I ever have been on this terrible Earth, in all my many existences throughout the 4th and the 5th dimensions. Thank you Baby-blond, I love you so much girl. I know U love to tease your little boy, U luscious teen queen giant beauty, when your girlfriend took me to the soda shop in the great city back when I was dreaming it was Easter Sunday, of the year 2K1, you had so much fun when U figured out that I was projected so to speak as the great Robert Monroe, would put it, and did not know who or where I was, disoriented and all that, and the way that U came over and stared down at me with those unfathomably delicious eyes of yours, and that breathtaking long bright canary yellow hair, all I knew was that I never wanted U 2 leave me and go away, and I am so sorry that I did not speak up and tell you how I felt, but now, I do know that you were indeed aware that I was totally discombobulated and out of it, as I had fallen out of my Earth dream and was a bit disconnected from anything at that point, I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard by your friend, and when we walked a ways from where we had started, she said 2 me,"Let me stop in here a seck 2 C my friend Diana." I will always luv U Diana, and thank you more than words can ever say for coming to me as U did on your number, the 27th. It was just as though a kid was flipping a light switch off and on over and over again, for well over a solid hour, with your beautiful multicolored streamers and ribbons racing across the dark night skies. No one is anywhere near as beautiful as U, my lovely queen. Let the 6th dimension through this computer's cyberspace, tell U that I cannot go on much longer here without U. Some day I know you will come to me in a human form, if I must B stuck forever in this nightmare Earth dream.
My loyal Morians, thank U for putting up with my short message to my lovely lightning goddess, D.A. , as she means everything 2 me. I want 2 tell U now that the Lamist Cult or really, better said, the LAMIST ORGANIZATION, as I have actually heard it referred to as by one of them, needs be discussed a wee bit now, but first, a quick typo was made when on a prior blog I was talking about going with my mom to a hotel in AC, NJ, the great TREYMORE HOTEL, that all locals, and most non-locals know of, a once very famous landmark, that the dummies tore down, showing how America shows her respect for its history IMHO, {in my humble opinion}, if this 90's internet expression is still valid and in existence, but back to point, I said that SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE'S name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7...30 does in fact = up to 465. This 465 when turned into numerical dating system, is April of 65, and I was not here as Mountainpen in 1865, nor will poor old Mountainpen B here, hopefully the gods, in 2065, so only the 19 or the twentieth century-65 is relevant 4 me, hence April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Treymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the Ettos hack, the great RR, or Reagan's Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-'80's, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the Lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ, and so is Mrs. L. The prior mayor, Langford was not, but Whaelon and Ussery both were. It was this very time on the calendar, within one lousy day, back 10 frickin' years ago, just 2 weeks after my Sarah Karge, turned 100 years of age, that my poor mom was terroristically threatened at the 'then' TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE. They get rid of all the things that were landmarks that I tell the world where shit happens to me at, even the Treymore, as this was what led to the most powerful incident in my entire life, my meeting the great all mighty, here in the human flesh-worlds. They also in like manner, got rid of the Pathmark grocery store, in Turnersville, New Jersey. Anyway, this threat was made to my mom and me on the 2nd day of August, in 1996, just a few months after my writing the song SARAH, about my lovely queen. They did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded, let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister Billy Harner, the locals in my area knew him as the [human percolator], one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he called himself, would call every week and request the song to B played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know, the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally 'effing' with me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).
Notice how they broke my car stereo, costing me 50 bucks to have the warrantied replacement model re-installed at Circuit City of Deptford, NJ, Electronic Department store. Then the huge rest of the weekend milituforce death siege that these hammer-wads put me through, and then the horrific huge bully-teen slob that harassed me while doing no more than leaving this library where today I am back at. I will not allow these fish-eyed Esther-fools to intimidate me, as I said before, U damn turds'll have to kill me, and guess what Duncan; America my run on U, but like U, but with slightly altered rules in the reality of the situation; I do not die and stay dead, so LOL; and I do not mean loving on line. U'll need all the luck and then more than all the energy in this entire downlined reality which is just SSJKK's upline thoughtwave, and with all of that, U cannot eliminate me, 'F U D G Y A'. Here is what I started 2 tell u the other day on prior 'blogianity', but as I tend 2 do a lot, I get off on a tangent, and not realize until reading my printouts at home at a later part of the 4th dimension, that I had totally forgotten to complete the main point that I was talking 2 U about. Funny how the lawtrons, just as I now begin to go on with the story, the security guard here at the library that is part of the story, and reason for another [3rd] flying to the moon week on their dirt-hole stock manipulated ICPE-TEK market, just walked by my place here at the computer, and I know it was a bit of intimidation, as she never on my 5 or so of my times here, walks this particular aisle along this particular wall. So after the huge black sumo teen scared me out of a years shrinkage, not growth, as I am knee high to a tad-pole, any-who, I told her what happened, and she would not do one thing, wouldn't even speak to me, what am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and liver-cuts? Her job is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constables On Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead, she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all's about in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a question regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the smirk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a foot of rain in the great city on human-world-planes, Atlantic City, NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right outside the friggin' water company,their website is www.acmua.com. They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous Frailenger's employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone into Robert McGuire's shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact words to him were, "I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to reminisce about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the 60's". It was out of a movie how he treated me, demanding my ID, and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to further go into at this time, but back to my point with the library's security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who treated me so bad, when I was the foooookin' victim in all of this for my 62nd grand-daddy's sake. U know he and I can both walk on top of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting me through this vicious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war with me, then just bring it on ya 'dingdong hammer' blowhards of 'STM'!!!!!!
My complaint to the library system got attention, HA HA HA. Even though they win in long run play with this horrific siege-hell, me out 50 bucks and bullied, and even beaten up a bit by a resident of Dogtown, vacationing on the Earth 4 a little while, the stock market naturally goes flying up. U know by now Mr, B. Joel, how it all works, just harass and persecute poor innocent whittle me, and up goes Dow Jones, and lose,lose,lose, for the Philadelphia Phillies ball-club, of course I no longer feel badly 4 them, they had their chance to reverse their, and my, curse, and laughed and ignored me, well, tough navy beans 4 them and mister Carl Allen. Eddie Himacane, as I have nick named my computer guru, is a believer, after the incident with the dog, and sooner or later, more things will B witnessed, and more people also will start 2 C all this shitsapookna, they can only do this 2 a point, and one day when they least think it ever could possibly happen, nuclear B O O M - B O O M, and thermonuclear B A N G, they'll all B caught, and friggin' screwed, and I will be a multi frickin' billionaire, as these pricks all have very very deep pockets.
I error'd on a prior-blog, on my 9 year cycle telling of July 12th of 1970, 1977, 1988, 1997, and 2006, I said the interaction of July 12, 1996; and that was an Estonian, not Brian/Brain attack. I meant to say the dream of July 12, 1997, and adding 7 years starting at July 12, of '70, it would go to 79, 88, 97, and oh-six. And by the gods, it did. Speaking of the gods, the 27th is Goddess Diana Arteemis's special number, numerologically totaling up to 9, and back on the 27th of July, during my sieges that she hates these pricks 4 causing me, all locals to the Hammonton, New Jersey area, know, that she came around me like I have never seen her do in all my 51 &2/3 years of my life as Mountainpen, forgive the typo the other day, the spell checker on my blog at my other spot on 'my space dot com', did that. Anyway, Diana just past dusk, was all over me; and I was all over her. She made me happier than I ever have been on this terrible Earth, in all my many existences throughout the 4th and the 5th dimensions. Thank you Baby-blond, I love you so much girl. I know U love to tease your little boy, U luscious teen queen giant beauty, when your girlfriend took me to the soda shop in the great city back when I was dreaming it was Easter Sunday, of the year 2K1, you had so much fun when U figured out that I was projected so to speak as the great Robert Monroe, would put it, and did not know who or where I was, disoriented and all that, and the way that U came over and stared down at me with those unfathomably delicious eyes of yours, and that breathtaking long bright canary yellow hair, all I knew was that I never wanted U 2 leave me and go away, and I am so sorry that I did not speak up and tell you how I felt, but now, I do know that you were indeed aware that I was totally discombobulated and out of it, as I had fallen out of my Earth dream and was a bit disconnected from anything at that point, I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard by your friend, and when we walked a ways from where we had started, she said 2 me,"Let me stop in here a seck 2 C my friend Diana." I will always luv U Diana, and thank you more than words can ever say for coming to me as U did on your number, the 27th. It was just as though a kid was flipping a light switch off and on over and over again, for well over a solid hour, with your beautiful multicolored streamers and ribbons racing across the dark night skies. No one is anywhere near as beautiful as U, my lovely queen. Let the 6th dimension through this computer's cyberspace, tell U that I cannot go on much longer here without U. Some day I know you will come to me in a human form, if I must B stuck forever in this nightmare Earth dream.
My loyal Morians, thank U for putting up with my short message to my lovely lightning goddess, D.A. , as she means everything 2 me. I want 2 tell U now that the Lamist Cult or really, better said, the LAMIST ORGANIZATION, as I have actually heard it referred to as by one of them, needs be discussed a wee bit now, but first, a quick typo was made when on a prior blog I was talking about going with my mom to a hotel in AC, NJ, the great TREYMORE HOTEL, that all locals, and most non-locals know of, a once very famous landmark, that the dummies tore down, showing how America shows her respect for its history IMHO, {in my humble opinion}, if this 90's internet expression is still valid and in existence, but back to point, I said that SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE'S name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7...30 does in fact = up to 465. This 465 when turned into numerical dating system, is April of 65, and I was not here as Mountainpen in 1865, nor will poor old Mountainpen B here, hopefully the gods, in 2065, so only the 19 or the twentieth century-65 is relevant 4 me, hence April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Treymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the Ettos hack, the great RR, or Reagan's Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-'80's, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the Lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ, and so is Mrs. L. The prior mayor, Langford was not, but Whaelon and Ussery both were. It was this very time on the calendar, within one lousy day, back 10 frickin' years ago, just 2 weeks after my Sarah Karge, turned 100 years of age, that my poor mom was terroristically threatened at the 'then' TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE. They get rid of all the things that were landmarks that I tell the world where shit happens to me at, even the Treymore, as this was what led to the most powerful incident in my entire life, my meeting the great all mighty, here in the human flesh-worlds. They also in like manner, got rid of the Pathmark grocery store, in Turnersville, New Jersey. Anyway, this threat was made to my mom and me on the 2nd day of August, in 1996, just a few months after my writing the song SARAH, about my lovely queen. They did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded, let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister Billy Harner, the locals in my area knew him as the [human percolator], one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he called himself, would call every week and request the song to B played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know, the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally 'effing' with me, over the years, huh 1983 (C).
Who cares about me, cuzz, certainly not you? I will quote you, “Like I give a shit”, and that was your old pal, Steve Winn of the Golden nugget Casino, the owner of it for crissake, you pig eating slob. You all deserve each other, Mister fuckiGN asshole Macy, YO, W—O—W!!!!
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- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States from 2006-2009, and from 2010-2014 and beyond, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA!
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- HERE IS WHAT I AM GOING TO TELL, AS A RESULT OF THIS FUCKING HACKING. FIRST, HA-HA-HA, YOU BITCH EATING WITCH FACE JANE, YOU MISSED ME, AND SECOND, BEFORE I EVER MET THE GREAT LOVELY LETICIA TILLEY AND SHE EVER INSISTED I YELL 'HAY GIRL' AT HER WHEN SHE WOULD GET INTO MY CAR WITH CUZZ DAWN-MARIE KING, THERE WAS A MOVIE CALLED, “BRING IT ON” AND HAD SOME ADDITIONAL TITLE AFTER IT, FROM THE YEAR 2006. IN THIS SHOW, THIS IS WHERE MIZZ TILLEY GOT THE HAY GIRL FROM, AND THERE WAS A LETICIA IN THE MOVIE WHEN THIS THING WAS SAID AND DONE. THIS ENTIRE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD ALL IS ONE HUGE NIGHTMARE MEW AGE MAFIA FROM WASHCLOTH HELL, JOE BERRIOS AND DAVID HARVEST CLEANHANZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STRAIGHT FROM THE GATES OF DOGTOWN, MORTALS CALL THIS ''HELL'', IT'S THE VERY EXACT SAME FUCKING REALITY. TREAT ALL DOGS WELL, THEY ARE SLEEPING HERE, AND TRYING TO FORGET WHERE THEY TRULY ARE, SO PLEASE CAT PEOPLE, KNOW THIS, YOU TOO GAWKY GAUKAUK, OLD LOTTERY CAT BUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SURE, I CAN HEAR PP SCREAM HOW REICULOUS ALL THIS IS, BUT FOR A DUDE WHO GETS ONE RIGHT OUT OF 100, HE DOESN'T HAVE A LOT OF ROOM TO BE POPPING THE FUCK OFF, BUT THAT NEVER STOPPED HIM, AS SHO IS GOING TO GIVE THAT BIG ASS MOUNTAIN MAN ANY BULLSHIT, OTHER THAN MAYBE FOR CHARLES BARKELY OR PEE???????? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OCTOBER
13, 2014,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 6:43,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 80%, FEELING 88 DEGREES.
DAY
TEMP RANGE IS (H-86/L-73)
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT
BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND
SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE
SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN
HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE I SIT
ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO
NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT
BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND
SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE
SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN
HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE I SIT
ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO DO
NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT.
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HOW
I DETEST YOUR MISERABLE GUTS!!!! Evil influences never ever stop;
right you water-witch, CALLI-KALI-CALL
TEN CALLIO???? It seems that even AT&T is ahead of the curves of
all of the drumming songs, Jesus Christ!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
if machines and technology belong to the devil as the old great
Christians used to loudly proclaim before they too sold out;
just what or who, IS THE DEVIL? OBVIOUSLY THE MOST ADVANCED AND THE
LEADER OF THE ENTIRE ESS, AND ALSO A MAJOR POWERFUL
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. I used to discuss this with Jim Burr, after he
said it is all in my family, way back in 1974, as if he just was
revealed one of those holy spirit type things, you know, like Petee
said to Jesus in response to being asked, “Who do you say that I am
Petee Pote? He then responded with the world famous rock-church
building statement, of; “YOU ARE THE CHRIST (MESIAH), THE SON OF
THE LIVING GOD (ESS)! Well, whatever, Congressman Oak Street-1975,
but let us move into 1983. Yes
sir, absolutely 100%+, Mister
Redfield; you are getting onto the real deal now, YO!
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not
even two years after I met all these creepy weird people, it was
spring time somewhere in 1984, and Trump was going to open his casino
called the PLAZA, his very first one, in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Why I could not tell you in a million years, but I wanted to go down
on opening day, and began to drive from my residence to the casino in
Atlantic City. First off, you have to bear in mind that he had not
yet started fucking with me day and night for years. Looking back, I
say to myself, gee, but back in time, I thought it would be cool to
go on opening day and play with fake chips. Today, I wouldn't walk
into one of his fucking establishments if you gave me a contract
notarize witnessed by the governor, that promised me an entire free
year at the whorehouse. Time and life are very funny, especially when
clueless to such things as SPACE-TIME-MIND, EXPLORATRONICS, and
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!! Jim Burr was just one of these 'creepy-people',
the list is virtually fucking cunt eating endless. Still, let me
finish my 1983 point, and not take us all the way into the following
year of the great ORWELL, as we can always get back to all of this,
just as the latengrate Jim Rockfish Rockford said on that cool show
he had in the middle seventies, right Dion Psychic Warwick, YO?
Jim
had me convinced for the most part, after pounding for ten years
almost, into me; how my family was cursed, and were all why I was
going through my shit; whatever my shit was, as he surely didn't have
a fuckiGN Kimmy Wild American Clueless Kid, who or what, beyond his
endless repeating lyrics of “your family, your family, your
family”, until I could hear his voice saying this shit in my mother
fucking cunt sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So after a while,
he had me believing I was cursed by the owners of the heavens, and my
family was all involved in it, and that I was powerless to stop it,
and needed to be in church 168 hours a week praying. To what, I don't
know, and he thinks he did, but didn't either, as while he was saying
this to me with lips, his legs were simultaneously, all Sunday long
in 1983, every Sunday, down in Atlantic City, playing craps and cards
in the fuckiGN ass casinos.
One
day things shifted however, in many ways, and I distinctly remember
telling the man, I longer think this DEVIL is working on me the way
it used to. It is like true capitalism, in that, a real capitalist
stops working one day, and then puts their money to work for them,
and true capitalists disappeared by the way, some time ago, many
decades ago, with something known in my generation, as Reaganomics.
But I know this DEVIL does this thing, he/she/it, whatever; it knows
better than to work and work and work, when all it has to do is use
dominoes. I told Jim how it finally in my opinion, got the forces of
the entire world, to be against me, so that it could then go off and
do more important things to fuck up our world as per scriptures
indicate in the last days, whenever these truly are, but the early
eighties was a time when the ministry was nuts as shit and totally
convinced there would be no nineties, you know, the end of the world
and all that horse fuckiGN shit. What blew my cunt chewing mind
folks, is that the great man of spiritual knowledge and wisdom, or so
he thought of himself, at least around me, YO; did not buy into my
idea at all. I even used the comparative example with capitalism, as
I am doing now on this blog, 31 years later, Papa Pizza +1, my
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still no dice, and at least, no right
crosses, for either of us, JB not being one of these two peeps,
AHA-AHA-Mike McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shortly
following the beach robbery back in 2012, kind folks, and without
grinding up too many gear shifts; all I wanna' say is this. There are
no cameras or bugs in my apartment or car, but there may as well be.
There may not be anything in the tangible world doing the things that
I make claim to, yet they may as well be there in a very organized
way. I learned this lesson over many years of playing roulette in
Atlantic City. This was the old way of perceiving shit, before
Captain Jean Luck Pick a card of the Starship Class-D Enterprise;
showed the girl from the back-world planet, her world from the bridge
of his ship, well, that was not to happen for a decade give or take
from 1983, but you are hopefully getting the idea here. I was being
aware of the fact, that now some kind of a weird fuckiGN way out
bizarre as piss technology, was making my life hell. Screaming out
the devil, the devil, Satan this and Satan that, suddenly became
words like Milituforce and before that one, Otammites, and so on. Jim
and I went round and round on this, and within a year or so, the
Connie Chung deal struck, to break our long cycled argument. He just
loved that total broadcaster whore, and I tried to tell him, she was
just a slut from porn magazines and her parents owned an old laundry.
This is when he tapped me on the shoulder and a bright yellow spot
appeared, like an imperfect polka dot. It burned hot, and I had to
rip my jersey off of me, and I stared at him. He laughed, and he said
to me, “You're not so smart, we all sent you to Florida to get rid
of you, for poking into everybody's bees wax! Now you're back with us
and still annoying the world”. I just stood there staring at this
big fat lard ass prick, wanting to kick his teeth down his miserable
fuckiGN throat. Then he said, you'll understand more if the world
doesn't end, and you and your whole clan have been holding it back
for a long time, and it won't last forever”, and then he finished
the sentence off with a real bad curse word, something JB very rarely
did!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think he swore three times in the dozen and a half
years that I knew him. It was right after the secret diner deal late
in 1989, that my mom told him to stay away from us or ELSE, or maybe
I should say here, for the record officially, or
ELSIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someday, I can tell you shit
that would wipe your brains out, but there is a big ass fuckiGN
problem in my doing that, good kind folks. So far, it appears to me,
that not one person reading me has any brains. Not one comment, no
opinions, just endless silence. Hay, that is fine and good, but if
you honestly fuckiGN think for a seck, that I am going to impart shit
so huge, that it will spin the planet upside down and inside out,
Miss Ross, you are sadly chain reacted mistaken, and THAT, I promise
not only the WOMO, but MO, my know it all kid, and everybody else,
WHAAAAAAAAAAA! The fence, the tablets, knowing the shit before it all
happened, even Donald Trump is major impressed with Isiscylla, and
not for any mistaken things, like Gaines-ville identities, poop
eating fetiches, or ultimate dynamite roulette systems, given me by
my dead father, not the one with the bad heart and the seafood
restaurant, the other one. How many fathers can somebody have, Michio
Kaku? No shock value in any of this to you I hope, but you too stay
silent, well, that might be a good thing, if you're tenured or not,
as peeps that get in with me, go way way up, or crash way way down.
You know that already, so I am not going to treat a dude that knows
Quantum Physics inside out, like some dam moron!!!!!!!!!!!
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:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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Total
Crime Rating 60.51 
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
promise not
to tell any more
about skating rinks,
color codes, hup cap damage,
fires, or monster-ass-recordings so
what do you say???????????????????????????????
I don't promise not to tell the rest of the story, Paul Harvey and
Paula Exploratron King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stick that into Santa's
big red bag with my two front teeth!
MY
NABES ARE ANNOYING LATELY, UPSTAIRS ARE REAL ASSHOLES.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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