HOW
ABOUT SOME FAKE FOOTBALL, AND A NICE
JUICY TECHNO-STEAK, OVER AT
LONGHORN. I HEAR IT TASTES MARVELOUS
AND GREAT, COUSIN. LET'S GO SOMETIME! I PROMISE NOT TO DISCUSS
ATL***TIC ***.
Earlier
about an hour back or so today, I had another less intense, but
strong death angel pass me by. I never did U any harm
Chief-Bob, and it was U that basically crapped on me after I
told U how I felt about the great Sarah, yes I have my sources
that tell me how protective UR of your ‘friends’. Hay,
nothing trash talking about loyalty. Too bad nobody ever showed
me any of it, YO YO YO YO! I'd have it made in the fucking
shade!!!!
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME DATFILE XII
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
THIS IS BLOGGER SITE BLOG # 29
I fell under bad nasty siege today, and the Flyers Hockey team will as a result tonight, KICK FUCKING ASS. The Dow Jones Industrials and their jack off NASDAQ will continue 2 FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-STRAIGHT TO THE DISTANT STARS, without looking back, going 2 14K+ in November, and by the end of the year, straight up to 15,17, and higher, into 17, 18, 19, and 5-digit 20,000 points by May of oh eight, or 2015. The weekend was lighter than normal, but they made up 4 it 2 day with aerial siege early and going strong throughout the day, bringing me some nice pussy-command. This is another IPE or Invisible Parallel Event, like bi-parameter number play at a roulette table. I was expecting it, with fully tensed stomach muscles Houdini. When I all ready know it will B there, I can throw up a board that lessens the stomach punch a little bit thank the gods. Monday was quiet, but as U know, they got their way with a huge Dow gain on Friday, as I predicted in all of my blogs ending on the prior week. The only thing that went OK empire-wise was the Eagles, but that is because when they lose one or two games, I control the world forces that make things happen by using what I call the KILL-HIS-CREDABILITY methodology. So I type in the Blogging Title of Rats and Tats, and then say PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES football, and then this makes the next time that they play come out a WIN. I do not care who believes in what I say, as I know I speak the absolute truth, and I know Y all the entire creation is here, and how it got here, and have done my mega-best 2 explain this 2 the world through this present time internet computer system. U will believe what U want 2, and I can try and make UC the truth until the brown eyed cows and Callio’s come home, and it will change nothing. This little bit of simple wisdom was learned by me by the RPL printer, big Mike, back in late 1980, when he said 2 me one cold day, “U cannot do one diddly little thing 2 change anything around here, live with it or quit”. He was absolutely right, and I cannot make people think or believe a single thing that they don’t wish 2. People laugh in these modern science days when they watch the movie “THE EXORCIST”, with that lovely cute Linda Blair, especially in her remake of the Ex-2. It is not a bunch of bull shit, it is fucking real. I have had bed shaking, non-induced astral projection, and objects appearing, vanishing, and moving, just not anywhere near in intensity as in the movies, but Crissake, ask yourself, what is like in the MOVIES? Hollywood is in business 2 bring us the exaggerated version of reality. It must B based on some reality, then in various amounts and degrees, EXAGGERATED!!!!!!!!!! But if it is based on nothing we viewers can ever in any possible way relate 2, who would watch 4 very long? This is topic that needs a major elucidated expansion on, at a later time when I have more time, things R screed up 4 me right now, and time is very limited.
I have no time to play games with spell checker, I know perfectly well what I am trying 2 say, and if U do not like it, then U do not have 2 like it, but I will print it, so ef-U. Moving on, there is much that needs talking about, and early in November, it will B, as well as errors and PBE will B corrected and entries and new posts will also B added 2 Web-Pages on my site at www.morianity-foundation.com. $ now, I need 2 share a very lucid interaction from last night when I lost consciousness shortly past midnight, or as the MW puts it, when I went 2 bed and 2 sleep. I had a major lucid dream. Do not confuse vivid with lucid, as U can have a dream so vivid that it can stay with U all day like it is bigger than the life around your so called waking world, but this is not lucidity. Lucidity in a dream is when U right there in the dream know that UR in a non wakeful condition and R fully U and aware and conscious, yet not bodily as this is where your body seems 2B, yet U know that your body is back in bed, and U know what the date is, where UR living, and the whole 9 yards of your life. Now some tell in dream books that in a lucid dream, U can make the characters and the dream itself move and alter and conform 2 your will, and who am I 2 argue. I know that if U can do this, UR bi-located in a locale in hyperspace, HS, where it works 4U in this manner. I read the story of the lucid dreamer who realized his dragon nightmare was his cigarette smoking problem, and he confronted the dragon and realized all of this and even upon waking, broke his smoking habit, and I say HIP HIP HURRAY 4 him. A positive resulted, and he was in a hyperspace [playfield] which I will get into later. My lucid dreams R what I have termed in the last calendar year THIRD THING HAPPENINGS, TTH 4 short abbreviation. I called them various things starting on the night of December 7th, 1969. Astee, the lady who’s unknown named husband who took my chain away from my friend Brad Messenger and I back in June of 1969, came 2 me in a lucid dream, that I never as yet touched on; and told me that my 8th grade history teacher, Mrs. Moldoff, at the Haddon Township High School was intentionally placed in an automobile accident, because of something she did regarding my education; and this is a long, and complex story; that later on in adult life, was checked out, and 4 the most part; totally verified. About the interaction last night, Sarah Karge was in it, and some of Nina Soifer’s best friends, as well as a strange Hispanic male about 25 years of age, and his girlfriend. There was no changing or rearranging this ‘dream’. But I knew I was in a [DREAM]. There was a strange lady who came out of the sea and said some strange things 2 a lifeguard in ACNJUSAESMWG, and within my earshot, and his. I have no memory of his name, but he was a very good friend of mine in this interaction, and this fact I was totally aware of. I will end this all now, though we could exchange many more things that occurred and detail many wild things, but basically; I ended up at the Teck Bay Mystery School with a friend of Gawki, another Mystic-guru-professor there, and Sarah Karge was being talked about by a dude looking as a human male with eyeglasses, about five feet six inches or so in height, 175 pounds, heavy in the middle and typical middle age in build, appearing as about 45-55 years of age, as would B humanly perceived. The point I have time only now 2 convey, is that these characters were in no way under my control. I tried, and it does not work. Yet I knew totally that it was, as U would perceive the reality, A DREAM!!!!!!! The elevator room or the D-6 is involved in this. As 4 the Lois Foca 1980 and the Chain 1969 interactions and lucid TTH it must B told that there R indeed what the church used 2 feel more comfy saying, demonic spiritual forces and I know it, but the movies amplify and exaggerate it, 2 the point where people say it is ridiculous, and untrue fiction, and entertainment. U all R so wrong, and have doomed yourselves 2 a hell of super high technology, that UR totally able to get a small clue on at the present time. When I would swim in pools 10-12 years ago using my ‘forward’ ability 2 propel; the kids on the swim team would say; “look, that is so way cool”. Once, I went faster than a guy with a buggy board and foot flippers, and still, it is simply cool. The world would not know spiritual realities, or the re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up and bit them straight dead center on the ass. The Millionth Council has some good entities in it, but one third of them R called the Briggers. They own our business world, and Wall Street; and some secret sects and cults in Japan; know of this tucked away secret reality. It got Dark Shadows put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson thing, none of this is fictional; and this world soon will BURN FOREVER IN INFINITE ETERNAL HELL, and won’t even B aware of it. Amazing but true, and the gods do not totally believe some of what I say; but I know the truth! END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XII.
GOOGLE-SWISS-WORLD LAB-official web documentation and co-copy written by MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, if these names appear on these blogging texts: END TRANSMISSION.
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
THIS IS BLOGGER SITE BLOG # 29
I fell under bad nasty siege today, and the Flyers Hockey team will as a result tonight, KICK FUCKING ASS. The Dow Jones Industrials and their jack off NASDAQ will continue 2 FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-STRAIGHT TO THE DISTANT STARS, without looking back, going 2 14K+ in November, and by the end of the year, straight up to 15,17, and higher, into 17, 18, 19, and 5-digit 20,000 points by May of oh eight, or 2015. The weekend was lighter than normal, but they made up 4 it 2 day with aerial siege early and going strong throughout the day, bringing me some nice pussy-command. This is another IPE or Invisible Parallel Event, like bi-parameter number play at a roulette table. I was expecting it, with fully tensed stomach muscles Houdini. When I all ready know it will B there, I can throw up a board that lessens the stomach punch a little bit thank the gods. Monday was quiet, but as U know, they got their way with a huge Dow gain on Friday, as I predicted in all of my blogs ending on the prior week. The only thing that went OK empire-wise was the Eagles, but that is because when they lose one or two games, I control the world forces that make things happen by using what I call the KILL-HIS-CREDABILITY methodology. So I type in the Blogging Title of Rats and Tats, and then say PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES football, and then this makes the next time that they play come out a WIN. I do not care who believes in what I say, as I know I speak the absolute truth, and I know Y all the entire creation is here, and how it got here, and have done my mega-best 2 explain this 2 the world through this present time internet computer system. U will believe what U want 2, and I can try and make UC the truth until the brown eyed cows and Callio’s come home, and it will change nothing. This little bit of simple wisdom was learned by me by the RPL printer, big Mike, back in late 1980, when he said 2 me one cold day, “U cannot do one diddly little thing 2 change anything around here, live with it or quit”. He was absolutely right, and I cannot make people think or believe a single thing that they don’t wish 2. People laugh in these modern science days when they watch the movie “THE EXORCIST”, with that lovely cute Linda Blair, especially in her remake of the Ex-2. It is not a bunch of bull shit, it is fucking real. I have had bed shaking, non-induced astral projection, and objects appearing, vanishing, and moving, just not anywhere near in intensity as in the movies, but Crissake, ask yourself, what is like in the MOVIES? Hollywood is in business 2 bring us the exaggerated version of reality. It must B based on some reality, then in various amounts and degrees, EXAGGERATED!!!!!!!!!! But if it is based on nothing we viewers can ever in any possible way relate 2, who would watch 4 very long? This is topic that needs a major elucidated expansion on, at a later time when I have more time, things R screed up 4 me right now, and time is very limited.
I have no time to play games with spell checker, I know perfectly well what I am trying 2 say, and if U do not like it, then U do not have 2 like it, but I will print it, so ef-U. Moving on, there is much that needs talking about, and early in November, it will B, as well as errors and PBE will B corrected and entries and new posts will also B added 2 Web-Pages on my site at www.morianity-foundation.com. $ now, I need 2 share a very lucid interaction from last night when I lost consciousness shortly past midnight, or as the MW puts it, when I went 2 bed and 2 sleep. I had a major lucid dream. Do not confuse vivid with lucid, as U can have a dream so vivid that it can stay with U all day like it is bigger than the life around your so called waking world, but this is not lucidity. Lucidity in a dream is when U right there in the dream know that UR in a non wakeful condition and R fully U and aware and conscious, yet not bodily as this is where your body seems 2B, yet U know that your body is back in bed, and U know what the date is, where UR living, and the whole 9 yards of your life. Now some tell in dream books that in a lucid dream, U can make the characters and the dream itself move and alter and conform 2 your will, and who am I 2 argue. I know that if U can do this, UR bi-located in a locale in hyperspace, HS, where it works 4U in this manner. I read the story of the lucid dreamer who realized his dragon nightmare was his cigarette smoking problem, and he confronted the dragon and realized all of this and even upon waking, broke his smoking habit, and I say HIP HIP HURRAY 4 him. A positive resulted, and he was in a hyperspace [playfield] which I will get into later. My lucid dreams R what I have termed in the last calendar year THIRD THING HAPPENINGS, TTH 4 short abbreviation. I called them various things starting on the night of December 7th, 1969. Astee, the lady who’s unknown named husband who took my chain away from my friend Brad Messenger and I back in June of 1969, came 2 me in a lucid dream, that I never as yet touched on; and told me that my 8th grade history teacher, Mrs. Moldoff, at the Haddon Township High School was intentionally placed in an automobile accident, because of something she did regarding my education; and this is a long, and complex story; that later on in adult life, was checked out, and 4 the most part; totally verified. About the interaction last night, Sarah Karge was in it, and some of Nina Soifer’s best friends, as well as a strange Hispanic male about 25 years of age, and his girlfriend. There was no changing or rearranging this ‘dream’. But I knew I was in a [DREAM]. There was a strange lady who came out of the sea and said some strange things 2 a lifeguard in ACNJUSAESMWG, and within my earshot, and his. I have no memory of his name, but he was a very good friend of mine in this interaction, and this fact I was totally aware of. I will end this all now, though we could exchange many more things that occurred and detail many wild things, but basically; I ended up at the Teck Bay Mystery School with a friend of Gawki, another Mystic-guru-professor there, and Sarah Karge was being talked about by a dude looking as a human male with eyeglasses, about five feet six inches or so in height, 175 pounds, heavy in the middle and typical middle age in build, appearing as about 45-55 years of age, as would B humanly perceived. The point I have time only now 2 convey, is that these characters were in no way under my control. I tried, and it does not work. Yet I knew totally that it was, as U would perceive the reality, A DREAM!!!!!!! The elevator room or the D-6 is involved in this. As 4 the Lois Foca 1980 and the Chain 1969 interactions and lucid TTH it must B told that there R indeed what the church used 2 feel more comfy saying, demonic spiritual forces and I know it, but the movies amplify and exaggerate it, 2 the point where people say it is ridiculous, and untrue fiction, and entertainment. U all R so wrong, and have doomed yourselves 2 a hell of super high technology, that UR totally able to get a small clue on at the present time. When I would swim in pools 10-12 years ago using my ‘forward’ ability 2 propel; the kids on the swim team would say; “look, that is so way cool”. Once, I went faster than a guy with a buggy board and foot flippers, and still, it is simply cool. The world would not know spiritual realities, or the re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up and bit them straight dead center on the ass. The Millionth Council has some good entities in it, but one third of them R called the Briggers. They own our business world, and Wall Street; and some secret sects and cults in Japan; know of this tucked away secret reality. It got Dark Shadows put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson thing, none of this is fictional; and this world soon will BURN FOREVER IN INFINITE ETERNAL HELL, and won’t even B aware of it. Amazing but true, and the gods do not totally believe some of what I say; but I know the truth! END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XII.
GOOGLE-SWISS-WORLD LAB-official web documentation and co-copy written by MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, if these names appear on these blogging texts: END TRANSMISSION.
Posted
by theansweristheqyuestion
DOES
IT EVER CHANGE AT ALL FOR ME?
THIS
HAS NOW BEEN RE-POSTED, ON HALLOWEEN DAY, OF 2014; 7 YEARS IN THE
FUCKING FUTURE, LADS AND LASSIES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Oh
we're far from being all done with this. There is more yet to
come!!!!!
SO
TELL ME LAZERUS OLD PAL, IF IT NEVER EVER CHANGES AND STOPS; AND IT
IS HORRIBLE BEYOND ANY POSSIBLE FUCKING DESCRIPTION; WHY
DO YOU SEEMINGLY REFUSE ME THE SAME RIGHTS YOU APPEAR TO HAVE,
BIBLICALLY, TO BEG FOR A DROP OF WATER FROM THE POOR MAN'S
FINGER, TO TOUCH MY SQUELCHED ULCERED TONGUE???? I LOVE THESE
'FUCKIGN' CHRISTIANS WHO KNOW THE BIBLE SO WELL. I
JUST REALLY LOVE THIS FUCKING SHIT. DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I
AM NOT IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, JUST BECAUSE I OVERCOME AND SMILE IN
PUBLIC; AND PUT ON THE DAM ASS DOG A LITTLE BIT FOR SOCIETY, WHEN I
CAN. WHEN NOTHING EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER
CHANGES, THAT'S HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UH-DUH-DUH-DUH;
COFFEE'S BOILING OVER!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
DATFILE 00000X BLOG 27 'Millionth Council' strikes again
RATS, TATS, AND
PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES-FOOTBALL
DATFILE #OOOOOX
TUESDAY AFTERNOON, 102407.622 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION
Well, another full evil sportspire, [sports-empire], the empire being ME verses MO, and is put quite simply, the results of whether the Phillies win or lose each game, the Flyers win or lose each game, or the stock market goes up or down each time it trades. A prior blogging error will B amended now when I said that on a point would B awarded to the evil empire for a down day, meant to say an UP DAY on the Dow, sahwee!!!! Eagles Football, and Sixers Basketball, R parallel events that run in the same direction as the Phillies Baseball, but have a far less powerful amount of ergs in their parallel event, but all PE’s have energy, and when the word ENERGY has the letters removed ENY, UR left with the ERG, used 2 measure amounts of energy. Check it out in a good library, Don’t take my word 4 it bro. Strange coincidence, that while working out of my car for the GUARDSMARK SECURITY COMPANY in 1988, at a construction site in Evesham Township, NJUSAESMWG, in the early middish winter time, a vehicle came up on me with 2 passengers, male and female, and they shone a type of a flashlight at me, both of them, and it was strobe like in nature, pulsating with orange whitish colors, and after they drove off when I headed towards them 2 challenge their legitimate-ness 4 being there on this property, but I wrote down their license plate, made up a song and copyrighted it in the Library of Congress, and it was called “The epitome of Harassment-Part Two”. The license plate started with the 3 letters ENY. Again, put ENY and ERG together, and U get the word ENERGY. These enemy ergers used an energy device unknown to civilian population as of 1988 and most likely 2007, and 2015; and aimed it at me; and within 15 minutes or less, my heart was doing flip flops, skipping beats, double beating, and I came close 2 dying; and then I took the wickedest shit in my life, smelling exactly the way it smells when U take a nuclear medicine pill at a hospital, B4 taking certain scan tests, and the way your shits smell of this radium effect. Do not tell me I am not being persecuted in a nightmare hell beyond your damn wildest imagination, or U will hear me laugh so loud, it will cause the coming China Earthquake. Speaking of which, they persecuted the femjuice out of me Saturday morning at my work site, and all weekend there naturally, but no major bowel wipe out pulsatronic beam attack, and the attack driving home early Saturday morning was more viscous than my clockwork-attack driving in on Sunday afternoons. An entire motorcycle dirt bag gang, all were meeting at the local roadside food joint near the Hammonton exit of the Atlantic City Expressway. The chemtrails were lighting up the bright morning sky like something only James Patterson could adequately and properly describe. Were they in competition 4 how quickly they turn a clear blue beautiful sky into a hazy ugly mess of gray brownish vomit looking horizon to horizon overflowing toilet, or better said, more like I should say, were they attempting 2 make a full skyline of a magnified photo of a child overeating poached eggs B4 leaving 4 school, and getting on a bumpy school bus, and opening the window, and barfing it all out; as this sure looks like it?????? Today, lots of motorshitsuckoff enemies riding around, some planes, a few on the low and close side; but not as bad as of yet as the last week or so. I totally believe that the ACNJ City Council, in some perverted twisted way; holds me personally responsible, 4 what happened to my old body-surfing pal, the Mayor. Sahwee 2 disappoint anybody, but he brought all of his troubles on himself, and if anything, I believe he got together with his Irish Pub buddy McGuire, the guy in my photo section at http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ and they got with their powerful witch friend Sarah Callio Martino, after all, her grandmother would have turned 111 years old on the same day that Levy collapsed in pain at the meeting and was taken to Atlanticare 4 observation, on the 18th Sora question day of good-ol’ July, and yes, food rations R important 2 Green Beret heroes; but the last time that I was talking about IPE applied 2 roulette; I was talking about ratios, but it came out as the limiting of food quantities instead. But I caught it, and backspaced the [N] off of the Word Program. Aniwho, Sarah has frightening powers, and suddenly my back was mysteriously injured, and the proof of it was my admission to the Kessler Hospital in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. She was responsible for the young teenager in the early autumn of 1980 for almost causing the total destruction of my automobile, as he promised he would do on my way into my job at the sound studio, RPL, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. He told me that he wanted a ride while I was stopped at a red light at Clements Bridge road intersection at Browning Road, in Barrington, NJUSAESMWG. When I refused, I drove up 2 the next light where Browning road intersected at the Black Horse Pike in Mount Ephraim, NJUSAESMWG, after the traffic light turned green, only 2B stopped again by the red traffic light at this intersection where I was about to make a right turn and drive into Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Who was waiting there, but mystery teen, and as I machine pen this, I am getting a super major left side death angel attack, it is 3:53 PM in this old style 1,440 clock minutes in the Earth’s day rotation, as opposed 2 breaking down into 1000 periods of 1.44 minutes; a period slightly longer than 80 seconds. Earlier about an hour back or so today, I had another less intense, but strong death angel pass me by. I never did U any harm Chief-Bob, and it was U that basically crapped on me after I told U how I felt about the great Sarah, yes I have my sources that tell me how protective UR of your ‘friends’. Hay, nothing trash talking about loyalty, it is commendable, but all U rotten pricks down there think UR better than everybody else like you’re all some type of demigods, how pathetic. I have never wished evil on any of U. All I want is 4 all of U dirt balls 2 forever leave me alone, no more and no less. But no, first different buddies get into political positions, kill my homestead rebate years ago, and then this and that, too lengthy 2 get into, all to make my poor pathetic little hellish life more miserable and nightmarish. No one will ever convince me that shortly after my friendship with the Chief/Mayor, after I told him my encounters with his giant powerful friend Sarah Martino, Google Atlantic City Waterworks), where she is a big wig there; and the next season comes around, and the mascot guard robbed money out of my pocket; and it was not at all appreciated by them, when I had Sally Starr contact the Mayor’s Office; and they told their pals in a Trenton area radio station to then start a vicious rumor about Sally being a lesbian, a total filthy lie, she was a happily married woman 4 many years, and had absolute normal tendencies in the sexual area of life, I knew her well, and would swear this to any court under penalty of perjury. But mess with these dangerous mean twisted demonic Atlantic City powers, and the gods will need 2 help U big time. The stories I know would cause me serious problems, the under the boardwalk and in the shop back room cash exchanges 4 violations disappearing against business owners in City Hall, hay pay-2-play is not just in ACNJUSAESEMWG, it is all over this crooked whittle Elmer Fudd Pwanet, but this lovely place has made it way 2 personal in my life for 40 fucking years. For those who share various close-concepts in the scientific view, of back to back repeating realities after an eventual 'closed-curve', from using up all the possible subatomic particle combinations, causing this curve to close, and reality 2 forever cyclically repeat. This would sure explain how when my mom and I would go down to the hotel, called the TRINIDAD at the time, and now the SUPER 8, and I would walk around early in the evenings up towards the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffies store, there still 2 this day but history marker destruction will soon cause this landmark erasure 2 occur I’m sure, but as I would B walking all around the area and I FELT the evil power all around me. 2 schools of thought besides the third one that I was just a screwed up nutty kid, only I know better; would B one, that I was EDP sensitive and sensed the evil of Sarah, and her powerful dangerous high priestess coven Wicca practiced witchcraft, and two, that it is the same thing repeating and cycling around, and my brain waves if near the right charged particles that could split the inter-cycle realities, same thing that causes Deja-Vu, was causing me various deeply imbedded subconscious memories to come up and penetrate their way through some surface conscious wavelengths of 6th dimensional or BRAIN activity. Actually the 6th-D or the elevator room as I name it in slang after my major 2007 interaction and TTH, but this is not brain, it is mind, and the brain of a physical world entity is merely an unfathomably advanced receiving station coming from this sixth or sending dimension. But I do remember walking around and getting more than just the “Halloween creeps” and even telling my mom when I would return to the Trinidad Motel that something was ‘wrong’ around here; and that I could actually ‘feel’ a dark or evil power source all around me, and this remember; was the first few years of our stay at this vacation resort, starting in 1965, in Late June, after school let out 4 summer vacation. At first in 1964, our first time at an Atlantic City motel, we stayed at another HMR or History-Marker-Removed place, called called the TRAYMORE HOTEL, long bull dozed and demolished away, gone the way of the Mayflower and the Sands, which was not called the Sands at first until becoming converted into a casino. I just took Ann Silva home, and some chemtrailing is starting, obviously the Voorhees Scum Bags [Flyers] R playing hockey 2 night. This has been going on more than 21 years now. Would mortals really B behind anything this long, so cut me a friggin’ break people; willya Wilma???????
Last week, 2 major HOME THEATRE ATTACKS were done against my civil and constitutional rights, and the letters that I wrote 2 the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, discuss 5 different frequencies that the enemy uses, as different ones obviously must B sent into my system, since the outage of my left-mono side of my system, is immediately preceded by one of 5 varying things. These things R as follows: #1 freak [frequency] ---quiet cut out, #2 freak –loud breaking up of sound into eventual cut out, #3 freak –slow longer reduction in sound into total eventual cut out, #4 freak ---quiet immediate cut out, unlike #1 not quite as fast, and #4 and #5 cause an audible high pitch in the ear that continues after taking off the headphone set, 5 breaks any TANDY RADIO SHACK PHONES connected up into the system, when this illegal violation of federal FCC laws occur, but both the 4th and the 5th frequency cause an ear ringing and minor discomfort, even after the headset is removed. Nasty sounds also come through the land line telephone, all starting in 1986 along with this other entire siege, including all of the aerial sieges that started suddenly at or around this mortal world MW time!!!!!!!!! Last Friday, the Verizon telephone company which I have my phone and voicemail service with, attacked me hard in violation of my human and civil rights, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION. All of the previous 20 or so erased voicemail messages, suddenly had been PUT BACK onto my mailbox system, clogging me up and no new voice-mails were able 2 arrive. I had 2 important calls coming and was not able 2B home all day, so if I had not gotten on to this attack, and called Verizon and complained and threatened disconnection of my telephone service, I may have missed my calls or had to remain at home all day when I had other urgent bizz, work related, 2 attend 2. So this attack was done Friday 2 keep their ICPECDJ or INTENTIONALLY-CREATED PARALLEL EVENT CHEATED DOW JONES from losing any more than it did, it had a bad day, but this week, I will get all my money back + a lot more, and I have a third dip-bought Dow-Futures Contract. The home theatre attacks were during FLYERS GAMES. I am not imagining one fucking thing rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me DC, that is DOUBTERS CLUB from Missouri, NJUSAESMWG, would U really want 2 bet your, by your way of seeing things, immortal soul, that I am 100% totally wrong on all of my claims and complaints of major injustices done continuously and constantly against me???? Ga’hed and stare into your favorite mirror right now and ask yourself this, I will get a chance to B given magically, the winning power ball jackpot lottery and will then have 300 million bucks, but this number is given 2U on the deal that U must bet this entire amount, in a double or nothing bet, U lose if I am right and not nuts, and U win if I am just a crazy and all my claims Y just delusions and psychosis’s. So U get the big prize $ and now have your bet down that doubles it or loses it all 4U. So read and re-read my texts, and tell yourself honestly how comfy U would B while awaiting the answer, let’s say U must wait ten days. I bet most of U half smart enough 2 plug through any of my long winded blogs and website texts, would have all fingernails bitten down 2 the cuticle by the 8th or 9th day, U ain’t fooling this fat little ugly shrimpy shit 4 one Astral Plane minper!!!!!!!!!
OK, enough ‘small-talk’. 2 final Jerry Springer thoughts now, R needed 2B web-logged B4 we close out this transmission of information, on this mortal world date!!!!!! One is about the great disco queen, Donna Summer, and the other is about one of her favorite subjects, the church, as yes, she did become a born again Christian, or so she said back after the seventies were closing their doors to let in the mighty greedy Reagan-eighties. U know about what she and her friends did 2 me in 1995 when Collinwood was destroyed in one part of 4th phase hyperspace. Following my blogging texts closely, tell U how I went to the HOJO HOTEL in Blenheim, NJUSAESMWG and called up a call-girl-service. Well, forget Collinwood, and Collingswood, the town next to Westmont, NJUSAESMWG where I lived for 4 and ¾ years as a grammar school boy and into starting High School, and where I will live in again approximately 2 and ½ centuries from now, working in the KING SOIFER WORLD LABORATORY. Anyway, her church friends from nearby Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, all came over, and brought 100 rug rats and toddlers and young children; who screamed and hollered non stop outside and all around the hotel grounds, later I learned half of the guests and not just me, called the office and complained, oh boy, a big milituforce vehicle is out there. They don’t like me trash-talking the great disco queen and her friends. As soon as I typed this previous line, the strange air vehicle literally vanished from the area as though it was ‘Scottie-Beamed’ away. Aniwho they wrecked my time with this luscious 19 year old Katie, a 5 foot 8 inch tight stacked built extremely long haired beauty, who was beyond killer. Oh I did my business, but the thrill was gone. Many times with other queens, they would fly huge milituforce choppers around and around, shaking the hotels I would B at like I was in Levynam. Donna has caused every bit as many problems in my life as the great Atlantic City Mayor has, and B4 I go on with Donna, he and his pal Whealon, and other bar-buds ruined Sally Starr’s rep after she called when I was robbed by their mascot on the beach while I was innocently swimming in the ocean, they know I am nearsighted, and that without my glasses, I have no idea the beach is to the west of me unless I C which way the waves R moving and pulling, a slight exaggeration, but not all that much. Sarah and McGuire put out a hit on me, and I know it. Levy came swimming out at me while I was side-stroke swimming along, and if I had not looked up in the nick of time, I feel 100% justified in telling any court in this great land, that I totally believe he was going 2 just pounce down on me and drown me out there, he has killed many ‘enemies’ in his life, words out of his own mouth from 1980, I gave U all the HTTP hyperlinks to hook U up with articles that appeared in the PRESS OF ATLANTIC CITY. When I caught him right up in my face in late May of 1998, his arm out as though ready to carry out orders from Sarah Martino and Robert McGuire and who knows what other great CITY COUNCIL members, and he was taken back and said to me, “I saw this big thing swimming along out there, and came out 2C what kind of a fish it was, and it was U Sharkey”. The lifeguards had nicknamed me Sharkey, most likely since I swish swim more that I free style swim the normal way. Good old me, U know, when is anything connected with me from shitting 2 swimming, connected with normalcy???????? Come on, the season had not started yet and no one was swimming out in the ocean so it is not as if the guard force needed 2 get a closer look at a potentially dangerous large fish and blow in the swimmers, something my buzz partner said to me when I told him about it at the time, people And their freaking ‘logical’ explanations to things that have none, wow that bites my ass!!!!!!!! Green Beret hero, ?Vietnam Vet, hero, brave man, or anyone, would U go swimming out recklessly to sea, and I was out quite a ways, remember it was pre-season and no guards were blowing swimmers in closer 2 the shore, but come on, really, I ask U, 2 go swimming out after a large unknown fish that could have a great chance 2B a hungry shark, would U do it? How would U feel right now if U were on this beach, and it was your son or daughter, or wife or husband, or brother or sister, or mother or father, or your best friend, and or lover, suddenly said 2U, that they were going 2 swim out 2 this thing, a 280 pound huge fast moving unknown object 2 or 3 hundred feet out in the open sea? Would U not say, “wo, no way, don’t U dare do it”???? Do I really pose such hard questions, and on top of that, these lifeguards have radios and strong binoculars, he knew B4 going out into the water three damn inches, that it was me, or at least that it was human, and not some freaking fish!!!!!!!! But bringing Donna back into the picture, unfortunately, let me skip the seventies for now where I told U that I would B bringing my story up 2 from my original starting story of encountering Sarah in 1965, around the time Dark Shadows began on television, just as the first summer of not seeing her, was when the show went off the airwaves the prior early April, in 1971. A prior blogging error, I said I worked 4 Tom Fagot Reale, the child molester from late July, until July the 12th, and I did not want anyone confusing my typo with some fancy I-Ching traveling and Rocky’s Thayer David, as I meant 2 type in LATE JUNE, not LATE JULY!!!!!!!!!! The 80’s will B skipped over as well, 4 right now, so let me start the early nineties, where the end of the world as I knew it came, and I went on SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY in the mid-nineties and was soon 2 remember Sarah more vividly and from there, begin my fantastic search and quest to locate this great being, or on the physical world of my buddy and the great philosopher Plato, I should say, I tried desperately to LOCATE her. In fact, I hit another dead end with Nina Soifer, just 2 weeks ago, after finally thinking I had found one of Sarah’s friends, but it was not the Nina who’s father Al Soifer managed the Trinidad Motel back in the 1960’s. I will not begin to go into all the hell I went through, the hell on jobs, the hell at home with my domineering and dominating mother, and countless unbearable torments that would amaze the twisted mind of Adolf Hitler. One day my mother came home and drank more whiskey than Popeye and Brutus put together, and puked in my bathroom all over, and fell dead out asleep in her room. I went down in the basement of the home and there was something down there that I never blogged about yet. It would B pertinent now 2 talk about as it fits well into what is coming, but lack of time still prevents me currently detailing it. All 4 now that I am willing 2 say is that I injured myself intentionally with this device that was under construction at the time by me, and it caused me to react to certain things in a deadly way, and I knew that I could not work 4 a long time, and my mom and I went on the township municipal welfare system, and the lady there told me how to apply 4 disability, under a psychiatric section and that if a shrink signs off, I would go on this system. My landlady decided to sell the home that we had been renting 3 years, and my mom and I then moved back into an apartment building that we had lived B4 there in 1985 and 1986. After being there a short time I was shown how 2 get on a temporary medical plan and placed on a county food stamp program. My interview with the state psychiatrist came up in the early autumn of 1994, and within 30 days I was on the benefits. All persons that I later went onto meet that were in programs similar to mine, all told me that they needed 2 apply at least twice. My getting on it with such lightning speed, was because I knew that it was time 2 tell the story of my life and 4 once it would work in my favor instead of against me and in enemies’ favor. I told the truth about the World Lab, and Donna Summer, and the 24th century, and all of this is officially documented on files that we all know the feds keep forever, that pertain to my disability claim and benefits. It took no time at all after telling it all, honest and straight, as 2 me, I am just telling the absolute truth, but 2 the world, I am a psychotic paranoid schizophrenic with complex delusions and a lifelong incurable psychiatric medical condition, that put me on quick and life long disability. I know I am not nuts in the head, and Donna can claim all she wants that my sixth dimensional connections R all messed up, as she as much as came out and said indirectly through a clever back door in an early nineteen nineties album that she recorded. She knows all about RPL, HAIR, the overage file, my being pre-planned and destined 2B given this record, World Lab, and her existence there, as she was retraced by me, and it was her out of 599 others that I retraced for nasty purposes, that began 2 receive some strange memories of who I was hundreds of years back in time as Mountainpen, and not in my then-current dreaming sequences of Labber [called in 2007 a Laboratory Technician] Zeejins Arthurs, and from this point managed 2 go into a trance and bring me into it with her back in this time period. She created in her mind, the Atlantic City Medical Center, now the Atlanticare, when the mortal year was dreamed in by the interdream 2B 1986, and in this interactive trance, she was a lab teck there under a head Labber named Doctor Ruthann Tillman North, a relative of the then head of the National Security Agency, the famous under Reagan, Oliver North. She was able to exact her revenge on me by starting all of these little things such as my working so coincidentally at the famous Recorded Publications Lab, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I trusted her because she had been my favorite recording artist from late in the 1970’s through the middle eighties when this strange inter-trance was performed on me back here, from her, up there. I never knew she was getting some memories of her life back, as I retraced her at the age she was when she released the song “Dim All the Lights”. This was her last memory of her life. Because she was the one in the harem that I trusted out of 600 retraced women and girls, I allowed a little bit of access to our so called “Andromedan Teck”. Remember, they all were falsely led 2 believe that they had been abducted and taken onto a ‘saucer’ of a sorts, and in a PB, I told U what we told them exactly. She and Sarah have a wild and strange connection, and Sarah somehow, if it is not one and the same mind or sending signal from the 6th-dimension 2 start with, somehow manipulated the MILLIONTH COUNCIL to manipulate their higher self equivalents, the LAWTRONS, or infinity pieces that sprang out of the prior existence cycle, 2 restore to her some memory, and give her a sort of magic ‘knowing’ of my true identity there, and then she naturally declared war on me. This must B why her mother in this current Mountainpen time period, Mary Gaines I believe is her name, visited me on the astral plane and came 2 me in a huge manor with large tall front doors of a strange appearing nature, and kept saying 2 me over and over again, and I can quote this as if it was last night’s dream, not almost 30 years ago in the start of the 1980’s, “Y did U do this 2 my daughter”. At the time in my present mortality, I dismissed this “DREAM” as a ridiculous, U know, 2 many pizzas and ice cream servings B4 bedtime, kind of crazy dream, after all, I never even met Donna, let alone her very nice mother. She was trusted at KSWL with a device that with a little study on her part, as she must have done this when not doing unmentionable things, after all 600, come on, how much vitamin V can a dude take, but Aniwho, I had no way 2 know she was onto me and planning this major revenge, such as the trance into my mind, and all of the other time-manipulation-events or TME activity as we call there at the Lab. So this is how I came 2 work there, find the Hair album, also record other songs at another studio where she cleverly manipulated the vocal-sonics, a simple sampling transfer to lyrical content teck that at the time did not exist, even today, the best Egghead Software Programs sound like they have been doctored, IMHO. When I wrote her that I did this because she was my favorite artist, she must have gotten the biggest laugh in the multiverse. I know she read my note 2 her, from something that as she publicly said shortly thereafter regarding an artist’s style and that it is offensive if technology attempts to duplicate what an artist struggles to achieve over years, a paraphrase yes, BUT SHE SAID AS MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we could elaborate until moon-set tomorrow but permit me now to move on to topic number 2, the church and their last chance B4 [GOD] as [he] is referred 2 on EARTH, decided that this body must officially end, as they no longer served any true spiritual need on this planet, and they belong now to the Brigger third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and the high commander of them, the great APPOLO-LUCIFER. It is all right in your bible; take not my word 4 any of this!!!!! Also, I did not just change this font, hello MILLIONTH COUNCIL, nice 2CU wake your hack circuits up. Did any of U catch on my prior blog that when I was talking about them B4, Anything about Sarah and Donna and this evil third of the great MC, THE BRIGGERS, stuff happens mister Copperfield!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember I said the millionth council, and it came out the MILLIONTOUNCIL?????? Stacey and her jack hack attack, at it again huh, beautiful girl??????? Aniwho, so back to the churches of the world. They were given a last huge opportunity 2 witness the biggest miracle that would have proven spirituality out 2B real, just B4 the scientists started 2 convince the majority of the population whether they all admit it publicly or not, that there is no God, and that the bible can B totally disproved scientifically. The truth is that this is the biggest bunch of fucking horse shit in the 8th dimensional reshuffle into the Lawtrons. The spiritual is not real the way that U think of when U think about [real], as this is the most dangerous word next to antimatter nucleonic technology or ANT. [Real] is what is not real, if any reader can presently deal with the epitome of misnomers and oxymoron’s. Back on point, I tried and so did Jim Burr, to show the churches all the truths in my life, proving beyond doubt that there is a world out side of this tiny puny reality, the ‘spiritual’ if U insist upon this word. We tried for many long years from the start of 1974 after my treasure hunting father went back to Baton Rouge, LAUSAESMWG, upon completing a five week visit after not seeing him all through ages eleven through eighteen. Jim and I met at a computer school I call Acki in my copyrighted book, “The Permission Barrier”. Its real name was the PROFESSIONAL CAREERS INSTITUTE. I learned the programs of BASIC, COMMON BUSINESS ORIENTED LANGUAGE OR COBOL, REPORT PROGRAM GENERATOR OR RPG, and FORMULA TRANSLATION OR FORTRAN. Today’s teck laughs at 1973, the year that I attended the PCI. Yet stories I could reveal about the Miss Zenkiss deal and the computers I played with back in 1970 that were 50 years ahead of their time, would blow your minds if ever I really told it all!!!!! No, the church was on its last legs, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, your ALL MIGHTY GOD knew that I was potentially a last resort, a test case and litmus test all rolled up into one like Captain Picard’s lovely girlfriend and her rolled up keyboard that went back in time 3 centuries and landed in the QVC shopping cable-TV network, saw it there last night while flipping through channels, ain’t life utterly amazing????? So much 4 Queen Victoria Callio and Ann Silva King, and Studio Park, and all of the bizarre twists and turns of the famous Route #9 that winds around the Holy Spirit High School of Pleasantville, NJUSAESMWG, but let me now terminate the church part of this text, that believe me, will B expanded on later when more time permits me, just call me a Dolby X Compounded Signal booster, only I’ll B printing off, instead of sounding off, TEN-HUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The churches of this world could have saved themselves from extinction, but whether anyone can ever know the way I do, what really is going on in all of these bigger pictures, but if they had listened and watched and seen, all that was revealed and shown them from 1974 through 1988, during these 14 years of critical times on this Earth, things would not have happened that rendered the major faiths targets of major ridicule, and I of course am the last one 2 speak, and U know Y and I will say no more or not more than 600 words anyway, hopefully. No, the attacks on all of the major belief systems came when SSJKK judged the churches 2B no longer viable 4 her purposes of saving humanity from itself and its utter wickedness, [SIN]. Oh, do not take my word 4 puke; just write to the Family Stations, INC, out in Oakland, CAUSAESMWG, and direct your comments about anything I ever tell, and then mix it up with the opinions of their president and general manager, Mister Harold Camping. He is a fine gentleman after the very heart and soul of the great Jehovah. He knows the churches died, but only I know precisely how and Y they did, and how they could have averted this, but they chose to stay in the darkness, hay, anyone can sit in the darkness; it costs money to run electricity. It is always easier to do nothing, so most people DO JUST THAT, NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! Someday the full church details, and more on the Zenkiss stuff, will all come out of the darkness as well, and out into the light. The matter sucking hell hole on Tennessee Avenue will not prevail, nor is any other of Dogtown’s gates, and this also is 100% totally SCRIPTUAL. END TRANSMISSION.
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Well, another full evil sportspire, [sports-empire], the empire being ME verses MO, and is put quite simply, the results of whether the Phillies win or lose each game, the Flyers win or lose each game, or the stock market goes up or down each time it trades. A prior blogging error will B amended now when I said that on a point would B awarded to the evil empire for a down day, meant to say an UP DAY on the Dow, sahwee!!!! Eagles Football, and Sixers Basketball, R parallel events that run in the same direction as the Phillies Baseball, but have a far less powerful amount of ergs in their parallel event, but all PE’s have energy, and when the word ENERGY has the letters removed ENY, UR left with the ERG, used 2 measure amounts of energy. Check it out in a good library, Don’t take my word 4 it bro. Strange coincidence, that while working out of my car for the GUARDSMARK SECURITY COMPANY in 1988, at a construction site in Evesham Township, NJUSAESMWG, in the early middish winter time, a vehicle came up on me with 2 passengers, male and female, and they shone a type of a flashlight at me, both of them, and it was strobe like in nature, pulsating with orange whitish colors, and after they drove off when I headed towards them 2 challenge their legitimate-ness 4 being there on this property, but I wrote down their license plate, made up a song and copyrighted it in the Library of Congress, and it was called “The epitome of Harassment-Part Two”. The license plate started with the 3 letters ENY. Again, put ENY and ERG together, and U get the word ENERGY. These enemy ergers used an energy device unknown to civilian population as of 1988 and most likely 2007, and 2015; and aimed it at me; and within 15 minutes or less, my heart was doing flip flops, skipping beats, double beating, and I came close 2 dying; and then I took the wickedest shit in my life, smelling exactly the way it smells when U take a nuclear medicine pill at a hospital, B4 taking certain scan tests, and the way your shits smell of this radium effect. Do not tell me I am not being persecuted in a nightmare hell beyond your damn wildest imagination, or U will hear me laugh so loud, it will cause the coming China Earthquake. Speaking of which, they persecuted the femjuice out of me Saturday morning at my work site, and all weekend there naturally, but no major bowel wipe out pulsatronic beam attack, and the attack driving home early Saturday morning was more viscous than my clockwork-attack driving in on Sunday afternoons. An entire motorcycle dirt bag gang, all were meeting at the local roadside food joint near the Hammonton exit of the Atlantic City Expressway. The chemtrails were lighting up the bright morning sky like something only James Patterson could adequately and properly describe. Were they in competition 4 how quickly they turn a clear blue beautiful sky into a hazy ugly mess of gray brownish vomit looking horizon to horizon overflowing toilet, or better said, more like I should say, were they attempting 2 make a full skyline of a magnified photo of a child overeating poached eggs B4 leaving 4 school, and getting on a bumpy school bus, and opening the window, and barfing it all out; as this sure looks like it?????? Today, lots of motorshitsuckoff enemies riding around, some planes, a few on the low and close side; but not as bad as of yet as the last week or so. I totally believe that the ACNJ City Council, in some perverted twisted way; holds me personally responsible, 4 what happened to my old body-surfing pal, the Mayor. Sahwee 2 disappoint anybody, but he brought all of his troubles on himself, and if anything, I believe he got together with his Irish Pub buddy McGuire, the guy in my photo section at http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ and they got with their powerful witch friend Sarah Callio Martino, after all, her grandmother would have turned 111 years old on the same day that Levy collapsed in pain at the meeting and was taken to Atlanticare 4 observation, on the 18th Sora question day of good-ol’ July, and yes, food rations R important 2 Green Beret heroes; but the last time that I was talking about IPE applied 2 roulette; I was talking about ratios, but it came out as the limiting of food quantities instead. But I caught it, and backspaced the [N] off of the Word Program. Aniwho, Sarah has frightening powers, and suddenly my back was mysteriously injured, and the proof of it was my admission to the Kessler Hospital in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. She was responsible for the young teenager in the early autumn of 1980 for almost causing the total destruction of my automobile, as he promised he would do on my way into my job at the sound studio, RPL, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. He told me that he wanted a ride while I was stopped at a red light at Clements Bridge road intersection at Browning Road, in Barrington, NJUSAESMWG. When I refused, I drove up 2 the next light where Browning road intersected at the Black Horse Pike in Mount Ephraim, NJUSAESMWG, after the traffic light turned green, only 2B stopped again by the red traffic light at this intersection where I was about to make a right turn and drive into Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Who was waiting there, but mystery teen, and as I machine pen this, I am getting a super major left side death angel attack, it is 3:53 PM in this old style 1,440 clock minutes in the Earth’s day rotation, as opposed 2 breaking down into 1000 periods of 1.44 minutes; a period slightly longer than 80 seconds. Earlier about an hour back or so today, I had another less intense, but strong death angel pass me by. I never did U any harm Chief-Bob, and it was U that basically crapped on me after I told U how I felt about the great Sarah, yes I have my sources that tell me how protective UR of your ‘friends’. Hay, nothing trash talking about loyalty, it is commendable, but all U rotten pricks down there think UR better than everybody else like you’re all some type of demigods, how pathetic. I have never wished evil on any of U. All I want is 4 all of U dirt balls 2 forever leave me alone, no more and no less. But no, first different buddies get into political positions, kill my homestead rebate years ago, and then this and that, too lengthy 2 get into, all to make my poor pathetic little hellish life more miserable and nightmarish. No one will ever convince me that shortly after my friendship with the Chief/Mayor, after I told him my encounters with his giant powerful friend Sarah Martino, Google Atlantic City Waterworks), where she is a big wig there; and the next season comes around, and the mascot guard robbed money out of my pocket; and it was not at all appreciated by them, when I had Sally Starr contact the Mayor’s Office; and they told their pals in a Trenton area radio station to then start a vicious rumor about Sally being a lesbian, a total filthy lie, she was a happily married woman 4 many years, and had absolute normal tendencies in the sexual area of life, I knew her well, and would swear this to any court under penalty of perjury. But mess with these dangerous mean twisted demonic Atlantic City powers, and the gods will need 2 help U big time. The stories I know would cause me serious problems, the under the boardwalk and in the shop back room cash exchanges 4 violations disappearing against business owners in City Hall, hay pay-2-play is not just in ACNJUSAESEMWG, it is all over this crooked whittle Elmer Fudd Pwanet, but this lovely place has made it way 2 personal in my life for 40 fucking years. For those who share various close-concepts in the scientific view, of back to back repeating realities after an eventual 'closed-curve', from using up all the possible subatomic particle combinations, causing this curve to close, and reality 2 forever cyclically repeat. This would sure explain how when my mom and I would go down to the hotel, called the TRINIDAD at the time, and now the SUPER 8, and I would walk around early in the evenings up towards the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffies store, there still 2 this day but history marker destruction will soon cause this landmark erasure 2 occur I’m sure, but as I would B walking all around the area and I FELT the evil power all around me. 2 schools of thought besides the third one that I was just a screwed up nutty kid, only I know better; would B one, that I was EDP sensitive and sensed the evil of Sarah, and her powerful dangerous high priestess coven Wicca practiced witchcraft, and two, that it is the same thing repeating and cycling around, and my brain waves if near the right charged particles that could split the inter-cycle realities, same thing that causes Deja-Vu, was causing me various deeply imbedded subconscious memories to come up and penetrate their way through some surface conscious wavelengths of 6th dimensional or BRAIN activity. Actually the 6th-D or the elevator room as I name it in slang after my major 2007 interaction and TTH, but this is not brain, it is mind, and the brain of a physical world entity is merely an unfathomably advanced receiving station coming from this sixth or sending dimension. But I do remember walking around and getting more than just the “Halloween creeps” and even telling my mom when I would return to the Trinidad Motel that something was ‘wrong’ around here; and that I could actually ‘feel’ a dark or evil power source all around me, and this remember; was the first few years of our stay at this vacation resort, starting in 1965, in Late June, after school let out 4 summer vacation. At first in 1964, our first time at an Atlantic City motel, we stayed at another HMR or History-Marker-Removed place, called called the TRAYMORE HOTEL, long bull dozed and demolished away, gone the way of the Mayflower and the Sands, which was not called the Sands at first until becoming converted into a casino. I just took Ann Silva home, and some chemtrailing is starting, obviously the Voorhees Scum Bags [Flyers] R playing hockey 2 night. This has been going on more than 21 years now. Would mortals really B behind anything this long, so cut me a friggin’ break people; willya Wilma???????
Last week, 2 major HOME THEATRE ATTACKS were done against my civil and constitutional rights, and the letters that I wrote 2 the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, discuss 5 different frequencies that the enemy uses, as different ones obviously must B sent into my system, since the outage of my left-mono side of my system, is immediately preceded by one of 5 varying things. These things R as follows: #1 freak [frequency] ---quiet cut out, #2 freak –loud breaking up of sound into eventual cut out, #3 freak –slow longer reduction in sound into total eventual cut out, #4 freak ---quiet immediate cut out, unlike #1 not quite as fast, and #4 and #5 cause an audible high pitch in the ear that continues after taking off the headphone set, 5 breaks any TANDY RADIO SHACK PHONES connected up into the system, when this illegal violation of federal FCC laws occur, but both the 4th and the 5th frequency cause an ear ringing and minor discomfort, even after the headset is removed. Nasty sounds also come through the land line telephone, all starting in 1986 along with this other entire siege, including all of the aerial sieges that started suddenly at or around this mortal world MW time!!!!!!!!! Last Friday, the Verizon telephone company which I have my phone and voicemail service with, attacked me hard in violation of my human and civil rights, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION. All of the previous 20 or so erased voicemail messages, suddenly had been PUT BACK onto my mailbox system, clogging me up and no new voice-mails were able 2 arrive. I had 2 important calls coming and was not able 2B home all day, so if I had not gotten on to this attack, and called Verizon and complained and threatened disconnection of my telephone service, I may have missed my calls or had to remain at home all day when I had other urgent bizz, work related, 2 attend 2. So this attack was done Friday 2 keep their ICPECDJ or INTENTIONALLY-CREATED PARALLEL EVENT CHEATED DOW JONES from losing any more than it did, it had a bad day, but this week, I will get all my money back + a lot more, and I have a third dip-bought Dow-Futures Contract. The home theatre attacks were during FLYERS GAMES. I am not imagining one fucking thing rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me DC, that is DOUBTERS CLUB from Missouri, NJUSAESMWG, would U really want 2 bet your, by your way of seeing things, immortal soul, that I am 100% totally wrong on all of my claims and complaints of major injustices done continuously and constantly against me???? Ga’hed and stare into your favorite mirror right now and ask yourself this, I will get a chance to B given magically, the winning power ball jackpot lottery and will then have 300 million bucks, but this number is given 2U on the deal that U must bet this entire amount, in a double or nothing bet, U lose if I am right and not nuts, and U win if I am just a crazy and all my claims Y just delusions and psychosis’s. So U get the big prize $ and now have your bet down that doubles it or loses it all 4U. So read and re-read my texts, and tell yourself honestly how comfy U would B while awaiting the answer, let’s say U must wait ten days. I bet most of U half smart enough 2 plug through any of my long winded blogs and website texts, would have all fingernails bitten down 2 the cuticle by the 8th or 9th day, U ain’t fooling this fat little ugly shrimpy shit 4 one Astral Plane minper!!!!!!!!!
OK, enough ‘small-talk’. 2 final Jerry Springer thoughts now, R needed 2B web-logged B4 we close out this transmission of information, on this mortal world date!!!!!! One is about the great disco queen, Donna Summer, and the other is about one of her favorite subjects, the church, as yes, she did become a born again Christian, or so she said back after the seventies were closing their doors to let in the mighty greedy Reagan-eighties. U know about what she and her friends did 2 me in 1995 when Collinwood was destroyed in one part of 4th phase hyperspace. Following my blogging texts closely, tell U how I went to the HOJO HOTEL in Blenheim, NJUSAESMWG and called up a call-girl-service. Well, forget Collinwood, and Collingswood, the town next to Westmont, NJUSAESMWG where I lived for 4 and ¾ years as a grammar school boy and into starting High School, and where I will live in again approximately 2 and ½ centuries from now, working in the KING SOIFER WORLD LABORATORY. Anyway, her church friends from nearby Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, all came over, and brought 100 rug rats and toddlers and young children; who screamed and hollered non stop outside and all around the hotel grounds, later I learned half of the guests and not just me, called the office and complained, oh boy, a big milituforce vehicle is out there. They don’t like me trash-talking the great disco queen and her friends. As soon as I typed this previous line, the strange air vehicle literally vanished from the area as though it was ‘Scottie-Beamed’ away. Aniwho they wrecked my time with this luscious 19 year old Katie, a 5 foot 8 inch tight stacked built extremely long haired beauty, who was beyond killer. Oh I did my business, but the thrill was gone. Many times with other queens, they would fly huge milituforce choppers around and around, shaking the hotels I would B at like I was in Levynam. Donna has caused every bit as many problems in my life as the great Atlantic City Mayor has, and B4 I go on with Donna, he and his pal Whealon, and other bar-buds ruined Sally Starr’s rep after she called when I was robbed by their mascot on the beach while I was innocently swimming in the ocean, they know I am nearsighted, and that without my glasses, I have no idea the beach is to the west of me unless I C which way the waves R moving and pulling, a slight exaggeration, but not all that much. Sarah and McGuire put out a hit on me, and I know it. Levy came swimming out at me while I was side-stroke swimming along, and if I had not looked up in the nick of time, I feel 100% justified in telling any court in this great land, that I totally believe he was going 2 just pounce down on me and drown me out there, he has killed many ‘enemies’ in his life, words out of his own mouth from 1980, I gave U all the HTTP hyperlinks to hook U up with articles that appeared in the PRESS OF ATLANTIC CITY. When I caught him right up in my face in late May of 1998, his arm out as though ready to carry out orders from Sarah Martino and Robert McGuire and who knows what other great CITY COUNCIL members, and he was taken back and said to me, “I saw this big thing swimming along out there, and came out 2C what kind of a fish it was, and it was U Sharkey”. The lifeguards had nicknamed me Sharkey, most likely since I swish swim more that I free style swim the normal way. Good old me, U know, when is anything connected with me from shitting 2 swimming, connected with normalcy???????? Come on, the season had not started yet and no one was swimming out in the ocean so it is not as if the guard force needed 2 get a closer look at a potentially dangerous large fish and blow in the swimmers, something my buzz partner said to me when I told him about it at the time, people And their freaking ‘logical’ explanations to things that have none, wow that bites my ass!!!!!!!! Green Beret hero, ?Vietnam Vet, hero, brave man, or anyone, would U go swimming out recklessly to sea, and I was out quite a ways, remember it was pre-season and no guards were blowing swimmers in closer 2 the shore, but come on, really, I ask U, 2 go swimming out after a large unknown fish that could have a great chance 2B a hungry shark, would U do it? How would U feel right now if U were on this beach, and it was your son or daughter, or wife or husband, or brother or sister, or mother or father, or your best friend, and or lover, suddenly said 2U, that they were going 2 swim out 2 this thing, a 280 pound huge fast moving unknown object 2 or 3 hundred feet out in the open sea? Would U not say, “wo, no way, don’t U dare do it”???? Do I really pose such hard questions, and on top of that, these lifeguards have radios and strong binoculars, he knew B4 going out into the water three damn inches, that it was me, or at least that it was human, and not some freaking fish!!!!!!!! But bringing Donna back into the picture, unfortunately, let me skip the seventies for now where I told U that I would B bringing my story up 2 from my original starting story of encountering Sarah in 1965, around the time Dark Shadows began on television, just as the first summer of not seeing her, was when the show went off the airwaves the prior early April, in 1971. A prior blogging error, I said I worked 4 Tom Fagot Reale, the child molester from late July, until July the 12th, and I did not want anyone confusing my typo with some fancy I-Ching traveling and Rocky’s Thayer David, as I meant 2 type in LATE JUNE, not LATE JULY!!!!!!!!!! The 80’s will B skipped over as well, 4 right now, so let me start the early nineties, where the end of the world as I knew it came, and I went on SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY in the mid-nineties and was soon 2 remember Sarah more vividly and from there, begin my fantastic search and quest to locate this great being, or on the physical world of my buddy and the great philosopher Plato, I should say, I tried desperately to LOCATE her. In fact, I hit another dead end with Nina Soifer, just 2 weeks ago, after finally thinking I had found one of Sarah’s friends, but it was not the Nina who’s father Al Soifer managed the Trinidad Motel back in the 1960’s. I will not begin to go into all the hell I went through, the hell on jobs, the hell at home with my domineering and dominating mother, and countless unbearable torments that would amaze the twisted mind of Adolf Hitler. One day my mother came home and drank more whiskey than Popeye and Brutus put together, and puked in my bathroom all over, and fell dead out asleep in her room. I went down in the basement of the home and there was something down there that I never blogged about yet. It would B pertinent now 2 talk about as it fits well into what is coming, but lack of time still prevents me currently detailing it. All 4 now that I am willing 2 say is that I injured myself intentionally with this device that was under construction at the time by me, and it caused me to react to certain things in a deadly way, and I knew that I could not work 4 a long time, and my mom and I went on the township municipal welfare system, and the lady there told me how to apply 4 disability, under a psychiatric section and that if a shrink signs off, I would go on this system. My landlady decided to sell the home that we had been renting 3 years, and my mom and I then moved back into an apartment building that we had lived B4 there in 1985 and 1986. After being there a short time I was shown how 2 get on a temporary medical plan and placed on a county food stamp program. My interview with the state psychiatrist came up in the early autumn of 1994, and within 30 days I was on the benefits. All persons that I later went onto meet that were in programs similar to mine, all told me that they needed 2 apply at least twice. My getting on it with such lightning speed, was because I knew that it was time 2 tell the story of my life and 4 once it would work in my favor instead of against me and in enemies’ favor. I told the truth about the World Lab, and Donna Summer, and the 24th century, and all of this is officially documented on files that we all know the feds keep forever, that pertain to my disability claim and benefits. It took no time at all after telling it all, honest and straight, as 2 me, I am just telling the absolute truth, but 2 the world, I am a psychotic paranoid schizophrenic with complex delusions and a lifelong incurable psychiatric medical condition, that put me on quick and life long disability. I know I am not nuts in the head, and Donna can claim all she wants that my sixth dimensional connections R all messed up, as she as much as came out and said indirectly through a clever back door in an early nineteen nineties album that she recorded. She knows all about RPL, HAIR, the overage file, my being pre-planned and destined 2B given this record, World Lab, and her existence there, as she was retraced by me, and it was her out of 599 others that I retraced for nasty purposes, that began 2 receive some strange memories of who I was hundreds of years back in time as Mountainpen, and not in my then-current dreaming sequences of Labber [called in 2007 a Laboratory Technician] Zeejins Arthurs, and from this point managed 2 go into a trance and bring me into it with her back in this time period. She created in her mind, the Atlantic City Medical Center, now the Atlanticare, when the mortal year was dreamed in by the interdream 2B 1986, and in this interactive trance, she was a lab teck there under a head Labber named Doctor Ruthann Tillman North, a relative of the then head of the National Security Agency, the famous under Reagan, Oliver North. She was able to exact her revenge on me by starting all of these little things such as my working so coincidentally at the famous Recorded Publications Lab, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I trusted her because she had been my favorite recording artist from late in the 1970’s through the middle eighties when this strange inter-trance was performed on me back here, from her, up there. I never knew she was getting some memories of her life back, as I retraced her at the age she was when she released the song “Dim All the Lights”. This was her last memory of her life. Because she was the one in the harem that I trusted out of 600 retraced women and girls, I allowed a little bit of access to our so called “Andromedan Teck”. Remember, they all were falsely led 2 believe that they had been abducted and taken onto a ‘saucer’ of a sorts, and in a PB, I told U what we told them exactly. She and Sarah have a wild and strange connection, and Sarah somehow, if it is not one and the same mind or sending signal from the 6th-dimension 2 start with, somehow manipulated the MILLIONTH COUNCIL to manipulate their higher self equivalents, the LAWTRONS, or infinity pieces that sprang out of the prior existence cycle, 2 restore to her some memory, and give her a sort of magic ‘knowing’ of my true identity there, and then she naturally declared war on me. This must B why her mother in this current Mountainpen time period, Mary Gaines I believe is her name, visited me on the astral plane and came 2 me in a huge manor with large tall front doors of a strange appearing nature, and kept saying 2 me over and over again, and I can quote this as if it was last night’s dream, not almost 30 years ago in the start of the 1980’s, “Y did U do this 2 my daughter”. At the time in my present mortality, I dismissed this “DREAM” as a ridiculous, U know, 2 many pizzas and ice cream servings B4 bedtime, kind of crazy dream, after all, I never even met Donna, let alone her very nice mother. She was trusted at KSWL with a device that with a little study on her part, as she must have done this when not doing unmentionable things, after all 600, come on, how much vitamin V can a dude take, but Aniwho, I had no way 2 know she was onto me and planning this major revenge, such as the trance into my mind, and all of the other time-manipulation-events or TME activity as we call there at the Lab. So this is how I came 2 work there, find the Hair album, also record other songs at another studio where she cleverly manipulated the vocal-sonics, a simple sampling transfer to lyrical content teck that at the time did not exist, even today, the best Egghead Software Programs sound like they have been doctored, IMHO. When I wrote her that I did this because she was my favorite artist, she must have gotten the biggest laugh in the multiverse. I know she read my note 2 her, from something that as she publicly said shortly thereafter regarding an artist’s style and that it is offensive if technology attempts to duplicate what an artist struggles to achieve over years, a paraphrase yes, BUT SHE SAID AS MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we could elaborate until moon-set tomorrow but permit me now to move on to topic number 2, the church and their last chance B4 [GOD] as [he] is referred 2 on EARTH, decided that this body must officially end, as they no longer served any true spiritual need on this planet, and they belong now to the Brigger third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and the high commander of them, the great APPOLO-LUCIFER. It is all right in your bible; take not my word 4 any of this!!!!! Also, I did not just change this font, hello MILLIONTH COUNCIL, nice 2CU wake your hack circuits up. Did any of U catch on my prior blog that when I was talking about them B4, Anything about Sarah and Donna and this evil third of the great MC, THE BRIGGERS, stuff happens mister Copperfield!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember I said the millionth council, and it came out the MILLIONTOUNCIL?????? Stacey and her jack hack attack, at it again huh, beautiful girl??????? Aniwho, so back to the churches of the world. They were given a last huge opportunity 2 witness the biggest miracle that would have proven spirituality out 2B real, just B4 the scientists started 2 convince the majority of the population whether they all admit it publicly or not, that there is no God, and that the bible can B totally disproved scientifically. The truth is that this is the biggest bunch of fucking horse shit in the 8th dimensional reshuffle into the Lawtrons. The spiritual is not real the way that U think of when U think about [real], as this is the most dangerous word next to antimatter nucleonic technology or ANT. [Real] is what is not real, if any reader can presently deal with the epitome of misnomers and oxymoron’s. Back on point, I tried and so did Jim Burr, to show the churches all the truths in my life, proving beyond doubt that there is a world out side of this tiny puny reality, the ‘spiritual’ if U insist upon this word. We tried for many long years from the start of 1974 after my treasure hunting father went back to Baton Rouge, LAUSAESMWG, upon completing a five week visit after not seeing him all through ages eleven through eighteen. Jim and I met at a computer school I call Acki in my copyrighted book, “The Permission Barrier”. Its real name was the PROFESSIONAL CAREERS INSTITUTE. I learned the programs of BASIC, COMMON BUSINESS ORIENTED LANGUAGE OR COBOL, REPORT PROGRAM GENERATOR OR RPG, and FORMULA TRANSLATION OR FORTRAN. Today’s teck laughs at 1973, the year that I attended the PCI. Yet stories I could reveal about the Miss Zenkiss deal and the computers I played with back in 1970 that were 50 years ahead of their time, would blow your minds if ever I really told it all!!!!! No, the church was on its last legs, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, your ALL MIGHTY GOD knew that I was potentially a last resort, a test case and litmus test all rolled up into one like Captain Picard’s lovely girlfriend and her rolled up keyboard that went back in time 3 centuries and landed in the QVC shopping cable-TV network, saw it there last night while flipping through channels, ain’t life utterly amazing????? So much 4 Queen Victoria Callio and Ann Silva King, and Studio Park, and all of the bizarre twists and turns of the famous Route #9 that winds around the Holy Spirit High School of Pleasantville, NJUSAESMWG, but let me now terminate the church part of this text, that believe me, will B expanded on later when more time permits me, just call me a Dolby X Compounded Signal booster, only I’ll B printing off, instead of sounding off, TEN-HUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The churches of this world could have saved themselves from extinction, but whether anyone can ever know the way I do, what really is going on in all of these bigger pictures, but if they had listened and watched and seen, all that was revealed and shown them from 1974 through 1988, during these 14 years of critical times on this Earth, things would not have happened that rendered the major faiths targets of major ridicule, and I of course am the last one 2 speak, and U know Y and I will say no more or not more than 600 words anyway, hopefully. No, the attacks on all of the major belief systems came when SSJKK judged the churches 2B no longer viable 4 her purposes of saving humanity from itself and its utter wickedness, [SIN]. Oh, do not take my word 4 puke; just write to the Family Stations, INC, out in Oakland, CAUSAESMWG, and direct your comments about anything I ever tell, and then mix it up with the opinions of their president and general manager, Mister Harold Camping. He is a fine gentleman after the very heart and soul of the great Jehovah. He knows the churches died, but only I know precisely how and Y they did, and how they could have averted this, but they chose to stay in the darkness, hay, anyone can sit in the darkness; it costs money to run electricity. It is always easier to do nothing, so most people DO JUST THAT, NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! Someday the full church details, and more on the Zenkiss stuff, will all come out of the darkness as well, and out into the light. The matter sucking hell hole on Tennessee Avenue will not prevail, nor is any other of Dogtown’s gates, and this also is 100% totally SCRIPTUAL. END TRANSMISSION.
GOOGLE-SWIS-KING/SOIFER-WORLD LAB---official web documentation, MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN: All blogs R copyrighted © in these names, if these names R on these blogs.
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N D-----T R A N S M I S S I O N, DF X.
MUST
BE LOOKED UP, AS FILE 'THE MIND DIMENSION-SUPPLEMENTAL'.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
1971 MIKE MCNULTY
THE
MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTERS 10-11-12-A/B.
The
blog above doubles as CHAPTER 012, because my Open Office 3.1 has
certain rules built into their software program, and I was not
permitted to call this what I wanted to in my file. I originally
called this, THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 10-11-12-A/B. I doubt they
or anyone else can stop me from saying that on this page,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKEY BUDDY!
OCTOBER
31,2014
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 10:04, HALLOWEEN.
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, THE
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 63 DEGREES,FNHT.
RANGE
ON THE DAY IS (H-83/L-63)
HUMIDITY
IS 58%, FEELING 62 WIND CHILL
OH
MOTHER FUCKING SHIT I HATE ETERNAL HELL. I CALL ON THE ROCKS TO FALL
DOWN ON ME, SARAH KRASSLE, MY MY MY MY MY MY TEEN QUEEN
LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND MY MOTHER FUCKING PROPS LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JJJJJJJJJUMP
HHHHHHHOW HIGH TTTOM REALE? If you'd offered up your gorgeous
girlfriend, YO, I would have stayed there, you mother fucker. You
wouldn't know what the fuck to do with a girl!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXPLORATRONS,
AND IT IS
WHY
PEOPLE SLEEP AND DREAM.
Look
at the stock chart and see why they fuck with me the first half hour
of the trading session, and then the last half hour or so. A child
can see that parallel event is real, hell, I used it in 1986 to beat
the impossible to beat in long run, the game of casino roulette. Even
Albert Einstein said the only way to win consistently in this
endeavor is to cheat the croupier (dealer) in America! It's a quote,
I don't make news; I report fucking news!!!
THE
MIND DIMENSION----------------CHAPTERS
7-8-9---------------------------A/B
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MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 009
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I
HAVE TOLD THESE HORSES ASSES MY LIFE, EIGHT WAYS FROM SUNDAY. I DON'T
KNOW HOW TO DO IT ANY BETTER. IF I DID, I REALLY WOULD, BUT I JUST
DON'T. SO FUCKING SUE ME, EVERYBODY, I'LL GLADLY SHARE MY BILLS AND
DEBTS WITH ANYONE! THAT'S NOT A PROBLE, PEOPLE. I PROMISE YOU THAT,
ROCKDROID RODDENERRY!
Forget
about every other fucking shit eating thing I ever said. That machine
I bought from IMMC in December of 1982 began an entire outlandish set
of circumstances, and I do not see why I cannot get any help or any
answers, however I am no fucking retard. Reality is reality, and
simply put, I CANNOT. But try and see why I perceive this to be,
sarcasticly of course, such a wonderful fucking world, YO! I put out
and give a lot of major shit, and even jerk offs like fucking dirt
bag Jason admit to “making a lot of money”, quoting him there
verbatim, “in Cali”; using my blogs, and this was way back in the
first two or three years of it, before it got anywhere near heavy as
it is now, for anyone over age seven mentally out here, with enough
wits to know when to step out of the rain.
All
I have ever asked back is to be plugged a little bit, and yet the
monthly average viewership stays the same, ranging from roughly
2500-3500 reads. If I was just posting up silly mundane stuff, I
could get it into my head that my readers are thinking, hay you
asshole lazy ignorant mother fucker, you do your own dirty work. But
this is not the case, and you all fuckiGN know it. I am learning how
to operate as fast as any unassisted sixty year old man from another
generation and era can be expected to be able to do, especially on an
extremely limited income that I have no power on Earth to increase,
with failing health, both physically and mentally, and you can add
emotionally, and all the fucking 'ally' other things you can think
of. I know in my god dam heart of hearts that I'm doing all that I
can, and then some. I told how I purchased that
fucking PRIVECODE MACHINE from the IMMC, now INTER-DIGITAL
CORPORATION; and how life went between super screwy, and
beyond bizarre cubed; from the second I
plugged this thing in. It was every bit as if this was a
little miniature alien space craft, for those who believe in such
things on a level of absolutes instead of potential illusions of even
greater realities around us in a simulation, but be all that as it
may; it was as if this was what I plugged into, and POW, life went
fuckiGN cunt nuts for me, WITH THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and mortal
humankind, or better said, the Shakespearean Switch Theory (SST) as I
and Morianity now call and label it; meaning simply, that they AS
GODS create all of this, and then AS HUMANS, enjoy coming into it and
playing it like the coolest mother fuckiGN videogame on the market
and then some. The joke is all on me, because I know that whoever is
out here reading me, is the WORLD OWNERS for the most part, say 90%,
and you already all know all of these things that I am wasting time
right now typing. You're going, HA-HA-HA, and lie the dumbest mother
fucking asshole in the galaxy, I AM ALLOWING YOU TO DO THIS. So this
tells you, how smart I really AM NOT, so why even bother fucking with
me for 30-60 years? Well, even retard fucking me knows the answer th
that. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and those with it are
always, simply because they are able and allowed to be, the most
CRUEL AND EVIL in the gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
so you know, great folks, DO IT MCNULTY; you will be seeing a lot of
combined blog chapter numbers as well as (A-B-C) splits, and this
only makes sense to my files, and to you, there will be skips, but
you won't really be aware of it, as you are not living my life, nor
are you me, and yes, I know you just shouted, “HIP-HIP-HURRAH” so
loud that your ears are ringing. Well, that just proves you have some
gray matter upstairs, and good for you. I am genuinely happy
4U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-------------NIGHTY-NITE
FOLKS-----------------
Sorry
to awaken you all from your nice peaceful slumber, but Bugle Boy from
Company C, Bette Midler, and the lovely Andrews Sisters need your
attention. Any relation, BOB?????????????????
Mary
the psychic on the White Horse Pike, always said to me when we spoke
in the late eighties and early nineties, and I'll quote her, “Get
rid of the machines”. Yes, there were a few machines, but it all
started slowly getting put together in a different way, through the
telephone system, after my contact was made with the great IMMC, so
read on. If you enjoy getting a bit high, you might weed on, but
either way, I don't need to know about that.
Here
is a flash quick synopses of things already not published since my
blog is on life support and no real public seems to have one bit of
interest. I am presently collecting people and things, that I can
take to a trusted source to prove a pattern of my destruction has
been ongoing since I was in mother fuckiGN high school, or better
said, removed from high school. Actually, I can back it all up a lot
further in time, as the
NJNPI or the Princeton sike Ward
for short, in 1965 and 1966; was
my first real encounter of the hellish kind with my WOMO ENEMIES
and their desire to totally and ruthlessly do me fucking in, and
making absolutely no bones about it, whatsoever.
All
this time, nine years of blogs, I was too dumb or to busy later into
this, up until last night, to try going up on the net to research the
great people who made my PRIVECODE MACHINE.
All I am left to say right now, is the word, WOW, which both Joanna
in 1979 and my daughter in 1994, said so cool, with that long middle
letter 'O' sound, the © Office has the tape of one of these two, I
did not tape my hooker.
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InterDigital
develops wireless technologies for mobile devices, networks, and
services worldwide. InterDigital has licenses and strategic
relationships with many of the world's leading wireless companies.
Founded in 1972, InterDigital is listed on NASDAQ
and is included in the S&P
MidCap 400 index.
InterDigital
has about 20,000 U.S. and foreign issued patents and patent
applications. The company employs approximately 200 engineers, and
conducts independent research and development in various areas of
wireless, including spectrum usage, bandwidth management, video
streaming and 5G. The company contributes technologies to various
standards bodies, including the IEEE, ETSI and 3GPP.
The
company is a founding member of the Innovation Alliance - a
coalition of entrepreneurial companies that claims to seek to
improve the quality of patents granted.
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Corporate history[edit]
- 1972: Company is incorporated as International Mobile Machines Corporation.
- 1981: Company goes public.
- 1992: Name is changed to InterDigital Communications Corp.
- 1998: Alliance with Nokia is established.
- 2003: Patent infringement suit is settled with Ericsson.
- 2012: Moved corporate headquarters from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania to Wilmington, Delaware
Locations and other data[edit]
InterDigital
offices are present in Wilmington
Delaware,
King
of Prussia, Pennsylvania,
Melville
New
York,
San
Diego
California
in USA,
Montreal
Quebec
in Canada,
and London, UK.
InterDigital's
business is focused on licensing their patents that have been
contributed to standards. This has, on occasion, put them in
conflict with major equipment vendors. They also license
technology: in 2007, their protocol stack was integrated into
Infineon
chips that were in Apple iPhones.
The
company is sometimes accused of being a patent troll, an
accusation Bill Merritt, CEO of InterDigital, disputes. He asserts
that they work they do promotes innovation and is very helpful to
the communications industry.[5]
Gil
Amelio,
former CEO of Apple Computer, is a member of InterDigital's Board
of Directors.
See also[edit]
References[edit]
- Jump up ^ "InterDigital's Bill Merritt on patent trolls, standards development and disputes with the big boys". 2012-06-14. Retrieved 2013-12-20.
External links[edit]
- Text is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply. By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. Wikipedia® is a registered trademark of the Wikimedia Foundation, Inc., a non-profit organization.
Ladies
and gentlemen, in order to understand anything about this blog from
2006, and my life from the early nineteen-eighties; the opening of
this chapter and book, TMD-#8, is beyond crucial, pivotal, and
pertinent. Study the history of the great INTERNATIONAL
MOBIL MACHINES CORPORATION, and now of course, changed to
InterDigital,
Inc.; and
remember how “SPURIOUS DAVID ROTH” AS SPOKEN OF, BY ADA RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, AT THE CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE IN CAMDEN,
NEW JERSEY; was always talking about Jimmy Batches, his old ex-boss
at a diner in Pennsylvania; and in where else, but King Of
Prussia???????????????? And if 1972 doesn't hit your “MIND”,
then I don't understand humanity one little tiny bit. How come it is
so totally alright for McCoy and Carmichael and all the fake New
York County ADA personnel on the greatest fictional television law
show to ever be made in the history of entertainment and modern day
television, to not be OK with a lot of coincidences, and the local
27 Police Precinct, and all the SVU guys, and all of them; it is so
totally OK and cool for them not believe in one coincidence after
another; but oh no Mark Wayne Mohr, this ain't mother fuckiGN
allowed or permitted for you to do, not ever; ya' fat ugly old shit
head!!!!!!!!
I
also remember distinctly telling all of you, that the DOW JONES
STOCK MARKET WOULD BE UP A THOUSAND POINTS, ABOUT A WEEK OR SO BACK,
AND SURE ENOUGH, ASK ANY BROKER OR SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, IT HAS
GAINED 1000 POINTS SINCE I MADE THAT CLAIM. I KNEW THIS
OVERKILL-PERSECUTION OF ME BACK THAT WEDNESDAY, WOULD SPARK ALL OF
THIS, BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT OCCURRED BACK IN EARLY 2009 IN TH
ESPRINGTIME, NEAR THE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY SKATING RINK,
JUST PAST IT WHEN THE TRAFFIC LIGHT BURNED ME, AT THEIR CONTROL OF
COURSE; AND THEN CAME THAT BEYOND HUGE SIMULTANEOUS ASSAULT ON ME
WITH PLANES FROM ABOVE AT DIVE BOMBING CRASH LEVEL, WHILE A SUPER
HUGE GANG OF EVIL UGLY MOTORCYCLISTS RODE BY SO LOUD MY EARS WERE
STILL HURTING HOURS LATER, EVEN WITH MY CAR WINDOWS ALL ROLLED UP.
THIS WAS AFTER THE DAY HAD BOTTOMED OUT AROUND THE 6560 LEVEL, AND
SHOT STRAIGHT UP TO DOUBLE AND TRIPLE, AND EXACTLY AS I BOTH KNEW IT
WOULD, AND SAID IT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING WOULD,
PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You really don't have to be some
huge Satan worshiping sixties rock band like the Black Sabbath, to
know and remember stuff like late February of 2009, skating rink
death persecution, Fort Pierce Wednesday death persecution, backward
masking, subliminal effects, or coded numbers and words being placed
onto my blogs, by the only people who possibly have this much power
to do so; the evil USA
EMPIRE, or
THAT
EVIL FAMILY
from 1970, and HELL! Both times I played Black Sabbath Numbers-games
on my blogs; with the family, and their friend Linda Lee Norman
Arm-Twister Eric-Teller, and I got pummeled and reamed, cubed!!!!
Let me go resurrect my mom now, and set up some solitaire
cards for
her, to get her great Somerdale Death House messages, again. First,
as I said lovely Gina:
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
MARCH, IT WILL BE 25,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 30,000, AND BY THE END
OF 2015; IT WILL BE 35,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I WILL
GUARANTEE THIS FOR YOU!!!!!! ALSO, YO; I KNEW WHEN THESE DIRT
FUCKING BAGS WERE REALLY POURING IT ON ME, THAT I WAS GETTNG
HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE ALWAYS
AND FOREVER, MY GREAT MARVELOUS FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS
MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT
MAJOR NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986; SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING
ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME,
AND BEYOND BRUTAL CUNT LAPPING HELLISH-DEATH-SIEGE
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME, SO KISS MY ASS, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify
my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES
FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF
FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!! All of my nightmare fucking shit,
totally reminds me, of the great wild story told, on the internet as
well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, of so many
unexplainable things, yet they seem to have a fucking ass
commonality to them as do many if not most all supernatural events
in general, and anyone who is into this shit, knows I am being 100%
true and accurate here with my words; not 99.9999999!
How
many secrets about many of them do I know, that
they wish to the gods I did not know; and making that
vulgar show, is no more than non-military equivalents of
disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets that I could tell,
and prove.
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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OCTOBER
30, 2014,
MISCHIEF
NIGHT, HEAVEN ABOVE.
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 8:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
RANGE, (H-84/L-61)
HUMIDITY
IS 71%, FEELING 77 DEGREES.
THIS
WEEKEND IS GOING TO BE REAL NICE, AND
FLORIDIANS
WILL ALL BE GOING, ''BRRRRRRRR'',
AND
NOT FOR 'BROTHER'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
SEE LARGE MUNICIPAL PIPES TWO MAINTENACE-MEN, AND ROCKS,
SCISSORS, PAPER, AND LOGHT. NOW THAT IS INTERESTING, AND SO IS MY
BUDDY PATTY JANE. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU, ANN KING, AND
YOUR ENTIRE WILD FAMILY FROM HELL, YOU REALLY WIPED ME OUT, SO I
GUESS TYOU ARE ALL HAPPY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur
Crane; maybe, just goddess dam ass maybe, one of them someday
will be kind enough to tell me, just WHAT I EVER DID TO ANY OF
MOTHER FUCKING THEM! Am I on the money or way off of it as usual,
Mister Crane, sir? That birch trhat tried to kill us at the super
Walmart in Gloucester County in 1994, that was the mighty wild
EXPLORATRON PAULA PATTY KING and millions of other wild aliases
she has in many many fucking parallel universes, !!!
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that, anything that I can do, multiply that by
about fifty three octillion dam times, and you'll get lovely
Paula-Patty. But then, you knew that I was going to learn all of
this eventually, did you not, hostile nasty Robert mother fucking
McGuire oh great sir of the almighty IRISH-CLAN, maitees?
no
one in the world is ready for a bunch of non registered private
journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace, doing all
sorts of things that the world powers have no power or control
over. The problem I will always have with all of this shit is
that my own flesh and blood, my mom, my daughter, WOW, CAN IT BE
TRUE, great opera singer AUNT BARBARA MAUD HUNTINGTON MASON, the
latengrate????????????????????????????????
Morianity,
Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity,
Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity, Morianity,
Morianity, Morianity, holy Holly Harvest Advanced Robotics
Schools, where are you when I need you to help me survive this
hellishness, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR, SIRS?
Jesus
Christmas Tree Angels, my question is, boy do I love those great
television documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting
Network, Science Channel, or History Channel and even in NYC in
1988 on WPIX-TV, Channel-11, but what good is anything if a
person is stuck in eternal mother fucking hell with no possible
way of escape??????????????
Choke
on that cigar smoke for a while, Jim TPB Pratt of 1994. PITSY,
shit, how about a pity-party, thrown in my honor, and a nice
ticker tape parade down fuckign Fifth Avenue,MISTER MACKEY STACEY
MACY, YO?
Crissake,
the greatest
fiction writers of the past 90 years, cannot hope to equal
MORIANITY, and for one very great reason. Truth always kicks the
hell out of any fiction. Anyone giving me credit to write and
make this all up, thank you so dam much for the coolest
compliment on the dam ass planet. I'd rather be believed, but
hell peeps, if I must, shit, I'll take door number two, one hell
of a resume in my pocket, huh?
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and
to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I
have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus
Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a
while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little
me! WOW, I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or
even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I
knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once
professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the
trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
SHARKEY
SAYS, HAY LOVELY ACBP BLOND, FRIEND OF DIANA'S, YOU CAN ALWAYS
KICK UP SAND IN MY FACE, SWEETIE PIE, LIKE YOU DID THAT DAY ON
THE BEACH, GIVE THE EX MAYOR AND EX CHIEF MY BEST, OR NOT;
WHATEVER, BOB ANDREWS!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
''Here
you sit, broken hearted''. No, more like mother fucking angry as
shit eating hell, lads and lassies. When I see you in HELL
McGuire, I'll be kicking in your Irish face day and night,
forever and ever and ever, you evil rotten fucking son of a
bitch!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
 
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
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Yes
that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career,
you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic
super-girl JENNY JOHNSON.
WOW
Mister
Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's go back to Mickey-Dee and
take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking
bullshit, shall we sir?
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
Except
for literally a single fucking hand-ful, EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014!!!!!!!
THE
MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTERS 007, 008, 009,
A/B; IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG, L4;
FOR
NOW; NOT FOREVER!!!
There
is so much to speak about, there is nowhere to begin. We must talk
about REALITY-3 as well as the MIND-REALM or sixth-dimension, in
fact they are quite the kissing cousins. No matter how much wisdom I
appear to gain as year follows year, I am never an ounce or an inch
closer than when this all sprang into the hell that it is all around
me; closer to figuring out how reality-3 figures into the entire
freaking mess of it all, nor can I understand the most basic truths
that exist in the great ELEVATOR-ROOM that these blogs talked about
in the middle and late twenty-ohs. For one quick and obvious
instance and case, why is it that as hard as I try to avoid seeing
the time or machine counters or anything, with a string of ONES IN
THEM, in fact, I DO, over and over and over, with absurd regularity?
And why did Miserable Rotten Jane do that to me in the first place,
at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, back in 1993? Why is this all
happening since 1980, with the mysterious SCYLLA TREE ANGEL, or was
it 1972, or was it 2008, or was iy 1986; and you can see how this
would blow the minds of even the greatest scientific thinkers of
present times, right down to the Quantum Dynamics dudes and
duddesses in the biggest greatest laboratories the world over. WHY,
WHY, and WHY? Remember in grammar school days, people, how we would
meet that super annoying little brat, boy or girl, who either
repeated what you said no matter what it was, or just came back no
matter what you said with that same question; “why”? I know I
sure do. I blackened a kids eye for doing this while at some
playground in the sixties. Still, this changes nothing of what is
being spoken of. Probably the greatest compliment ever paid to me,
was from a very special person, I know deep down who it was, and
whether this be true or not, I only wanted a shot at getting this
information out to the public so that they could then decide for
themselves whether to just chuck it or do anything with it at all.
Thanks to a lot of hooligans and shenanigans in the criminal justice
system and with the Atlantic County New Jersey Office of the
Prosecutor, back in 2009, this website is forever lost and gone,
along with all the other wild and powerful stuff that would most
likely vindicate me in so many things, no matter who tries to send
me subtle indignant messages day and night, how wrong I am in all of
this. Basically, you can go straight to Dogtown, my friends, whoever
ye may be. If I cannot overcome how R-3 fits into parallel event,
and the weapon-tool of the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE, called the
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS; or ever get one inch or ounce closer to
understanding simple things like the ONES ATTACK OF SLUT-FONDA;
well; just tell me people; how am I supposed to ever accomplish
anything at all? And this is why I am 60 years old, with a
zero-resume to my name, not for lack of major determination, guts,
blood, sweat, tears, and desire! Anyone who thinks I am just a lazy
bum, only knows my life since I began blogging in January of 2006.
You don't know Whoopee Diddly about me before that, and you never
will, and you know why? Because you never wanted to , and you never
will want to, and you know why? Because some force called the
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS is interfering with an otherwise normal life I would
be having, if they weren't totally screwing the hell with me
24-7-365.2422!
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KIND
FOLKS, MY LIFE IS CURSED. I AM PART OF A SECRET SO BIG, NO ONE WILL
FREAKING TOUCH IT. IT
IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE.
'WO',
BILLY; TO QUOTE YO.
I
was one month at 1802
Robin Hill,
and it was on the night of June 4, 1980. I'll bet Doogie Howser
remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into
humankind's consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND,
in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me,
uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great
prophets and visions, huh
traveler Saint John,
cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan?????????
Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme
a dam break there, mighty (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT
RIDERS of the AAT CLUB,
like freaking WOW!
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your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive
pits?
An
angry mother.
Also
at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay,
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!
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Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super covert junky trashy horrific things;
my inability to get to the bottom of whether reality-3 causes
parallel events to exist, or the other way around; is the main part
of what lies underneath and out beyond this 30-60 year pummeling
assault that is absolutely unrelenting. I have experienced the great
void, and visited the mind dazzling elevator-room, and still, I am
no better off for wear, give me a break, Mister Kitkat. This makes
as much sense as being back where I socked that dumb ass kid in the
eye for saying “why, why, why, why” over and over to me for
about a half of a freaking hour.
OH
LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968
WHEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:
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Well,
their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard me,
They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406 Highland
Avenue, back in July of 1984, through March of 1985, when I left
Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great marvelous
untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY.
My
pal, and Chairman
of the FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, from 1972,
at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall, of magical locker rooms,
belonging to gymnasium coach instructors; but who really do they
belong to, and Y? Ouch, my dam eye, YO! I really miss the Johnny
Faster joke!
I
COULD NOT DETEST A PERSON, MORE THAN I HATE YOU; MISS J.F. OF
ATLANTA, GEORGIA!
I
rarely do blogs in excess of 110 fucking cunt pages, but when I do,
guess who gets me real gooooud, with her filthy rotten ONES-ASSAULT
on me? You got it; JANE
the muscle girl;
work
that body, pump pump, Mister Hilton-Hack-'98!
Oh
Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and
begging so you'll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity
long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float
about, up above the night
scys
of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there, by
light of day, only don't tell Roseann Delaney, we all know
she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical
school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in
nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Don't you just mother
fucking television. Rewind-99 on the LAW AND ORDER, you know, where
that fat slob kid falls for that silly murderer teen blond. You can
scream out for help online all night, Hammonton fuckiGN Police
Department in New Jersey, Goddess help you while you lay there dying
and stabbed to fuckiGN death by wonderful cousins of my wonderful
marvelous kid!!!!!!!!! It's all on my 2008 blogs, during the times
of my psychic revelations and vision-dreams, give me a break there,
Memories-Babs, all suppressed so well under the great VSG Syndrome.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Poor
ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce, Florida. The
great Public Housing Authority
is keeping you quite busy and on your toes.
When
the red leaves fall, I'll be coming home; in or out of the year of
1975; great
wonderful Congressman Andrews,
AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
{{{{(((''BUT'')))}}}},
WILL THE LONG RIVERS KEEP FLOWING BLUE, IN 1980 AND IN 2014, HAY OLD
BUDDY, TALK TO MY PAL HERE, YOUR TEAM MATE, I DON'T WANT THE LAKE TO
POLLUTE MY COUNTY ALL TO HELL, YO!
Oh
were those the day Bob, when you sang my two country demo tunes, and
I was moving into Robin Hill Apartments at unit #1802, on May 1, in
1980, seems like twenty mother fucking minutes ago, my pal, my best
to Al Pillegi and Angel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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2006-2014,
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FUCKING
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Oh
Lordess Marcucci, it's getting heavier and heavier, and I know how
powerful memory blocks can be, old hallway communicator.
IT
ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I'S TOO HAPPY TO SEE, THAT SOMETHING REALLY
BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN TO ME, © 1969, ME, WHO THE FUCKING SHIT
EATING HELL ELSE, YO?
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having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Does
anyone give even a tiny little stinky fucking shit, why the grass is
always greener on the other side, to us poor fucking stupid ass
human beings? WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
Journal
Cassette Tape #25,766 has dalmatian photos.
DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.
YEAH
HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”.
A
MUST READ BLOG, CLICK THE LINK, HORATIO S.
Well
before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with
the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David
Charles Roth again, “while
water keeps right on seeking its own level, and jerk offs and
assholes abound, and are dangerously out-breeding us”;
all quotes from this incredible fellow who once lived amongst us.
His lover in the plank realm is the great
Julia White; a story that needs addressing eventually, in
major detail. Still, I have come to learn I write these things down
for me, no one else. Only I understand the power to all of this dam
shit. Others will only see a crackpot fucking nut case for a sike
ward. Fine, I know better, and you can all know whatever makes you
happier than dam ass Silly Puddy!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
30, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 4:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 63 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 93%, WIND CHILL IS 62 DEGREES.
OH
THIS NICE COOLER WEATHER, WEEEEEEEE!
I'M
LOVIN' IT MISTER MCDONALD DANCERS!!!!!!
MY BLOGS:
Good
old Robin Hill Apartments, Mister D. L. Smith!!!
SO
WOULD I EVER TRY A FOURTH STAY AT THIS FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH? LET ME ANSWER YOU WITH A VOICE
FROM MY PAST, EBENEEZER SCROOGE;
''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA''!!!!!!!!!
The
Mind Realm is not something you or I will crack in a lifetime or two
or two million. Better entities than you and me, have tried, believe
me, I TRAVEL, I KNOW!!!
DOW
JONES INDUSTRIALS FOR 10-29-14.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS,
MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983.
HAY
LOVELY DIANA, I AM HERE FOR YOU! I saw you the other night on the
Jupiter-Inlet-Cam, lovely girl!!!
5555555555555555555555555555555555
I
AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT GLARY EYED BILLY-C FOR A SHORT WHILE. I COULD
BE A SKULKING BASTARD AND GET A PHONE AND GO SEE HIM, AND RECORD THE
WHOLE THING, OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL ME, BUT MY POINT IS, I DO NOT
DO STUFF LIKE THIS. EVEN IF I DID, I AM NOT LIKE OTHER PEOPLE. I
WOULD POST IT, AND FACEBOOK AND YOUTUBE WOULD EITHER REMOVE ME OR
PUT ME ON A STOPPER-PAGE, LET ME EXPLAIN. ALL YOUTUBE VIDEOS ARE
POSTED AND GO TO A STARTER-PAGE. FROM THERE, ONE OF THREE ITEMS
HAPPENS WITH AUTOMATED PRECISION. THEY INTO THE NEUTRAL PILE, THEY
GO INTO THE TO BE PROMOTED PILE, OR THEY GO INTO THE INTERNET
EQUIVELANT OF THE DEAD LETTER OFFICE OF MY DAY, THE (STOPPER-PAGE).
IF YOUR VIDEOS GO TO STOPPER PAGES, AS DO MINE, IT IS NEXT TO
IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO EVEN BE ABLE TO EVER FIND YOU UP THERE AT
ALL, AND YOU WILL GET ZERO VIEWS OR A VERY TINY TEENY LITTLE
TRICKLE. THAT IS THAT. THOSE THAT STRIKE THE MEDIA'S
(ATTENTION-PAGE) ARE ALL SOFTWARE AUTOMATED. WHATEVER IS NEW OR HOT
THAT WEEK, OR MANY POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AND KEY-ITEMS MY DO IT, BUT
BOOM, THIS IS HOW AND WHY VIDEOS GO VIRAL, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS
A VIRAL VIDEO, I PROMISE YOU. AS ALWAYS, THE WORLD OWNERS DECIDE WHO
GETS TO MOVE UP IN LIFE, WHO IS ENDLESSLY HELD DOWN AND OPPRESSED,
AND WHO IS ALLOWED TO JUST BE IN A SORT OF EARTH-PERGATORY, A
NEUTRAL FILE, WHERE WHO KNOWS, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, AND MIGHT
HAPPEN, AND NOTHING MIGHT HAPPEN, BUT AT LEAST IT HAS AN HONEST FAIR
CHANCE TO HAPPEN. I AM ON STOPPER PAGES, AND ANYTHING I POST, YOU
WILL FIND IT NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO GET TO, AND IF YOU DO GET THERE, THE
HACKING IS BAD, THE QUALITY IS BAD, AND I COULD GO ON AND ON WITH
THE WAYS THE FREE-MEDIA, LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH, HANDLES THIS, AS
REMEMBER, THEY OWN IT ALL TO START WITH. YOU AND ME LITTLE PEEPERS
DON'T OWN SHIT, THEY OWN IT ALL. WE DON'T OWN GOOGLE, MICROSOFT,
YOUTUBE, ANY OF IT, THE FORTUNE 500 PEOPLE ALL DO. INTERNET IS JUST
ANOTHER TOOL, AND WHATEVER WENT ON BEFORE IT ALL GOT GOING LATE IN
THE NINETIES AND EXPANDED EVEN GREATER IN THIS CENTURY, IS ALL THE
SAME THING, JUST USING THIS TOOL OF COMPUTERS AND CONNECTIONS, AND
YOU NAME IT, IF YOU WERE A FAILURE OR A SUCCESS YEAR AFTER YEAR
AFTER YEAR, BEFORE THE INTERNET; THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WILL
BE WITH THE INTERNET. IT
IS THEIR PROPERTY, THEY
OWN EVERYTHING,
JUST AS MY SONG TALKED ABOUT IN
ITS 1983 LYRICS;
ABOUT NOT WANTING TO SWEEP THE SAND, BUT RATHER, DESIRING TO OWN THE
LAND.
I CANNOT MAKE A SOUL BELIEVE ANY OF THIS, BUT YOU ARE PATHETIC IF
YOU THINK A VIDEO EVER GOES SELF-VIRAL, IT DOESN'T. IT IS ALL AS
FIXED AS REALITY SHOWS, AND FOR THAT MATTER, REALITY ITSELF. SOMEONE
DOES NOT LIKE THESE WORDS THAT HAS GREAT POWER. I JUST TOOK MY FIRST
HACK OF THIS BLOG, OLD PAL BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION! DON'T BEAT ME UP, OP.
I
was hacked on the previous chapter, and lots of stuff I blogged, did
not come out on my blog, on the office document, it was just poofed
out and sent to the dead letter stopper box. Merry Christmas Patty
Hollister and Steve Chanter. 'Knee-oh-ho-ren-gay-key-oh', to you
too! Do those lovely Pointer Sisters still want men with slow hands
and touches, or just a lot of frikkin' worthless fairy-tales, now,
as well as 40 years ago, I wonder? Yes I know I forgot to wish you
guys a happy new year, but which one. When Dick Clark was winding
down his late night party on December 31, which fucking party, great
peeps? What am I, psychic????????????? Shut up Mike McNulty!
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel;
in ways that totally connect up, with stuff
from my own personal life; including the chance that his own
distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show me, and
not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways, so
that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver.
I
was holding back on telling, and I know I can post for safe keeping
only, at least on the BLOGGER account, by hitting the ''DRAFT'',
instead of the ''PUBLISH'' prompt. Still, it is being publicly
continued for now, and holding back the largest part of that recent
high school dream is just stupidity on my part, so I am telling it
now. But I really have to make it so only the few who need to know
what I am saying, will put the (2+2) together, and anyone who does
not need to have this detailed information, might try, but may
arrive at a 3 or a 5 or even a 9.368. I was going to say I must BE
something, but PP and the first letter stands for paranoid and last
one does not stand for anyone I ever conducted music business with;
might get all bent out of shape and then proceed to come down here
to my crib, and bend me all out of shape. So I won't say a thing,
WAYV.
The
high school was in a totally unfamiliar area, in whatever universe
it was in. Still, across from it and a large baseball field past
that, was a highway, and on the other side was a large building that
was about a dozen stories tall, industrial, not residential. The
entire building was owned by the makers of my PRIVECODE MACHINE from
the tail end of 1983, when I purchased this wild device, and kept it
in its shipping box until leaving 1802 Robin Hill to move into 134
Norris Avenue, from Voorhees to Atco, in New Jersey, on 1 February,
of 1983.
Mark
Minor as some of you know, along with Salvador, Peter, Wilson, Alan,
and a few others, were all in one place in this ”waking world”
but they were not all in this parallel universe of the dream world
or the multiverse. Mister Minor had no sailboat, and was not related
to the great John Dee of England, but he did want to go home,
without getting into any fights or drinking all through the non
daylight hours. He seems to have been connected with the same
supernatural forces that both 'witch-doctor' Wilson and I both are
also. Oh, that is what he called himself, until he graduated to
'voodoo priest', I merely quote things, tell news, you know, not
make up stories,. But yes, I will tell stories, true ones, no matter
how much they appear to be a must-be-fish-tale. Mark Minor and I
walked across this baseball field, and the weather appeared
spring-like, and there were no palm trees within the limit of sight,
so I don't think I was in Florida, in whatever universe I was
'dreaming to be in' through a living double of myself. Suddenly
Salvador came running out of nowhere, maybe left field if I can make
a joke here. Then he pulled out a miniature KFP machine only a foot
long, that also had a wearing collar, like that thing in 1986 I wore
to play roulette, and got teased by the casino personnel in Atlantic
City. It made access to two different money player chips more
accessible, so I wore it, and let them all laugh at me. I was the
one laughing making a clear grand weekly, off of their tables.
Instead of keys
and knobs and dials and places for discs to go, was a long blank
area like a rectangular drumming pad. He then proceeded to say hay
there or some similar thing to Mark minor and myself, and then while
wearing this thing that he put on directly after this, he put his
two hands out as if to use a real KFP, and instead of music, he
began doing what he did back in 1965 and 1966, over at the New
Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute, now defunct; just like Bancroft
Neurological Health System, as well, and Turnersville Pathmark; and
so many other places; accomplished by powerful covert methods by the
History Marker Remover section of the mighty ESS, the (HMR).
Salvador Ventura then began tapping the way he used to at the
institute, with his fingers, only as he did so, a tiny little
speaker system on each side of the rectangle he was wearing, would
speak what he was code-tapping, in any possible voice, and he
laughed real smugly while adjusting in-between tapping, with his
left hand, a small set of almost invisible dials on the left of the
contraption, I believe there were four of them. He had me talking,
he had Mark minor, then he had Diana Ross, the Motown vocalist. I
asked him why he was doing this and he began laughing, not loud and
revolting or anything, just a soft unoffensive tonal quality laugh,
but he just kept laughing, and laughing. Then he took the thing off,
and put it back in some backpack that he had attached with a small
double silver chain, into his right pocket, leaving it dangling half
way to the ground. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at
me, and said, “You fucking asshole Mark”, meaning me and not
Mark Minor. “You really believed that shit, and then you say how
great you are at bluffs and fakes and poker and shit, what a crock”.
I just stopped dead in my tracks, staring at the bastard, sort of
angry, and a bit hurt also. I thought we were pals, and here he is
fucking with me. Then Mark Minor spoke up and said back to him,
“Hay, he doesn't want to get it, you know how painful some family
shit can be, ya dork”. This is when I jumped in and said, “Will
somebody please let me in on just what you mother fuckers are all
quacking about”! Then we all sat down at some bleachers that were
past the one end of this ball field; leaving
us to stare off at a highway about 150 feet ahead of us, and on the
other side of it, the building; completely owned by the one and
only, multiversally
famous, International Mobile Machines Corporation.
This is when
Salvador reminded me that I was a type-1-exploratron, and “why
should I tell you a thing”, he said, “get out of my pal's body
before I kick your ass”. I told him the truth with unquestionable
candor at this point, that I now remember this is totally true, but
I did not mean to get here, it is all a sixth dimensional program
that thinks and makes all of us pawns then move on a huge Packman
type simulation videogame of a sort in five dimensions called
hyperspace. Then he said, “I don't care about all that shit Mark,
all that matters is that you talk a big game about poker and you're
letting peeps pull all kinds of double blind bluffs on you, you
know, like they would say those things with that much certainty on
that show, and not know another truth”? Then I realized what he
was talking about, even cornball idiot me has limitations to my VSG
Syndrome and the stupidity that so many times goes along with
maintaining more painless vacuums in memory. This is when I realized
what was being spoken, and also I put together that I was here in
this crazy place, sitting on bleachers, with the bleachers again,
for heavens sake. Then he burst out into raucous laughter unlike the
first time at the beginning of this, and said, “That wild
so-called fictional book of yours in 1994, TBP, holy hell Mark,
there is more happening than just port in the storm years, ya' dam
dummy”. I then said, “hold shit, I know this now, stop making
fun of me. Remember how you hated your father making fun of you and
were screaming out for Miss Wescott to help you”? Then he retorted
with, “That's your world, not mine. Here in reality, I never went
to some sike ward with you in 1965, you fuckiGN butt wipe”. I then
ended this conversation with, “Well Sal, all I can say is they do
sound alike when they speak as adults, so Jesus, forgive me for not
being almighty Goddess”. I jumped up and left Minor and Ventura
just looking at me, and walked to a bridge for pedestrians to cross
over the large highway, and went into the IMMC Building. As soon as
I got there, I was grabbed bodily by security officers, bound,
gagged, and carried off on some gurney type of item, into a deep
sub-basement area. I saw myself on a large screen TV system that had
to be 20 feet across, and brighter than a summer beach at noon. When
my eyes adjusted to this incredible TV set, I saw them running my
entire life in fast forward from the minute I moved into Atco, and
all through the show, they kept saying, “We're always watching
you, buddy”. They must have said this in a serious tonal quality
at least ten dam times. I asked if they could go past this time era,
and they said we can go up as far as twenty fifty five. They hit a
skip button, that said right on it in big purple lettering, “SKIP”,
and suddenly it was 1984, and I was watching myself living in Robin
Hill again where I had left for a while, over in unit number 506.
They eventually seemed to get bored with me and my questions and
said to me that they were going on a coffee break, and would I like
to be taught how to operate the scanner tendle, this is what they
called it, I just report the dream, folks. There is no 'R' in the
word, and I do not know what exactly a scanner-tendle is, but they
showed me how to run it, and left the room. I realized I could make
it go off of that part of New Jersey, and go anywhere. I learned
some stuff that is so hot, if I ever told any of it, I would be dead
in one minute from the time I hit POST PUBLISH.
Long Story
Short (LSS), the school mates were breaking my dam stones about
poker, and sure enough, I can bluff and I can read people, and I am
a dam good poker player, and the average asshole would be cleaned
out fast with me, I promise. But they were totally right. Some
powerful people went way out of their way to seem to know something
I totally believed had happened, was not the way I thought all
along, and were quite adamant about it, more so than they would be
if they did not indeed know better. 99% of normal readers not a part
of this, don't have a clue why I had this wild dream where I was
back in a high school, or why all of this was said to me, but I
know, and the few involved in it all, they know.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Fire alarms go
off every single day between the opening bell on Wall Street and
shortly thereafter. I will not lie, it happens on the weekends too.
If I wanted to skip that part and be dishonest here, I could have.
The whole truth means do not skip a part of it or omit shit that
negates the value of the crap you're trying to prove and make claim
to. But my honesty prevails, and I am proud to be an honest
gentlemen who may tell seemingly wild fish tales, but I KNOW THEY
ARE TRUE, AND SO DO THE DAM GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe all of this
IS where the shadows all dwell by day, or in Ireland with bands that
like my Ernie song a lot. Give me a break Mister freaking Kitkat.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M
GIVING A SHOUT OUT, TO ALL VIDEOGAMERS, SIMULATION ENTITIES, SHADOW
MONSTERS, AND OTHER GORGONS, BUT VIOLENT WOMEN ARE NOT WELCOME HERE,
MIZZ DAWN-MARIE KING, SO SAHWEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE
POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER
FUCKING WALL STREET. I KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT
I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET!
THIS
IS WHY A MORON TODDLER WITH A BLEEDING SORE TOE, SHOULD BE ABLE TO
FUCKING SEE WHAT I GO THROUGH; FORT
PIERCE POLICE. NOT ONLY DID I TELL YOU THIS MARKET
WOULD GO UP BETWEEN ONE AND FIVE THOUSAND POINTS, BACK TWO WEEKS AGO
WHEN MANY THOUGHT THE WORLD WAS CRASHING, EVEN THAT CIA GUY WITH HIS
STUPID ASS VIDEO, BUT I KNEW BETTER, LITTLE NOBODY FUCKING FAILURE
ME, I KNEW BETTER, AS MY LIFE IS IN THIS HELL, AND THEREFORE, I HAVE
BEEN CAREFULLY FOLLOWING THIS SHIT FOR THREE DECADES NOW. IT WAS IN
THE RANGE OF THE MIDDLE SIXTEEN HUNDREDS WHEN THIS ALL STARTED WITH
ME IN AUGUST OF 1986, AND NOW IT IS ALMOST 20 THOUSAND, OR PUT
ANOTHER WAY, THIS MARKET HAS MULTIPLIED BETWEEN 10 AND 11 TIMES, IN
LESS THAN THIRTY YEARS. NEVER BEFORE THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME BY THESE
WALL STREET SCOUNDRELS, HAVE THESE MARKETS DONE MUCH MORE THAN
MULTIPLYING MAYBE 4 TIMES OR SO SINCE THE BIG SO CALLED 1929 CRASH
TIMES AND AFTER THINGS GOT GOING AGAIN, AND THAT WAS 5 DECADES, NOT
3. IF YOU DO NOT SEE THIS AMOUNT OF DISPARITY HAS TO BE SUPERNATURAL
AND A DIRECT PARALLEL EVENT OF PERSECUTING ME, THEN YOU ARE BLINDER
THAN THE CANE ITSELF.
THE
MIND DIMENSION CHAPTER ARE CONTINUING:
ONE
DOG TO ANOTHER, LADS AND LASSIES, LIKE BOO, NUMEROLOGICALLY THE
FINAL 4 DAY OF OCTOBER AND THE 4-7 YEAR-DAY OR THE
TOTAL-DATE-DAY-'2' STEMMING FROM ADDING 1+1. 2014 IS ADDED UP TO 7,
A 7 YEAR, AND THE DATE OF OCTOBER 31 IS ADDED UP TO A 4 AND 7+4=11
AND 1+1=2, SO HAPPY (2-DAY). YHAT;S JUST ONE DOG TO ANOTHER, MAYOR
KALABAR DISNEY. HAS ANYBODY SEEN BILL CLINTON'S DOPPELGANGER, NEAR
REDBANK, NEW JERSEY, LATELY, NOT CHELSEA
LATELY?????????????????????????? NO NEW MUSIC PROJECTS, JUST A LOT
OF FUCKING SLAMMING DOOR BETWEEN HALF PAST 3 AND A FEW MINUTES PAST
4, THE FINAL TIME OF THE DOW TRADING. THE LAST FEW DAYS AND WEEKS I
AM AWAKENED WITH DOOR KNOCKS RIGHT BEFORE IT OPENS FOR TRADING,
THURSDAY IT WAS AT 9:15 TO INSPECT THE SMOKE ALARM, A WEEK BEFORE
THAT WAS TO SPRAY FOR PEST EXTERMINATION. THEY CAN ALWAYS FIND
ANOTHER REASON, WHEN THEY NEED TO CHANGE THE DIRECTION OF THAT
MISERABLE 'FUCKIGN' DOW JONES MARKET!
Doors-doors-doors.
This is pissing me off, Debbie Marotto; and if it keeps up, before
you leave for the day, I'll run down to your
office and ask you to come up and see what's happening on the west
wing of the sixth floor, here in this nightmare building.
Life SUCKS!
Now
here is a cool day out of the nine-cycle, as today being a '1' DAY,
July 12, 1970, when I left the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor,
New Jersey, where child molester Tom Reale was committing illegal
acts on me upon two occasions, the first of which I was not positive
was a dream or not, but knew better the second time and is why I
left there a few days later before his lightning could strike me
thrice, inter-dimensionally digital, or just in regular 1970
analogue, or inter-digitally I suppose, as well, who can know?
BREATH ECHO © EXAMINER, tell your
Jersey twin I am trying hard to maintain a positive attitude after
half a century of pure wicked hell perpetrated on me. Have a heart
4-crissake!
HERE
IS THE GENERAL INFORMATION FOR THIS BLOG
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET
THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT!
You
know, this really fuckiGN pisses me off, all of it, my life,
what's been done to me, the coverup, what is the the fucking
Watergate Office Building in Washington, DC?
Are
we back in 1972 when President Richard Milhouse Nixon ordered the
break in and begging of this Democratic National Convention
Office Building, or are we back in 1972 when the mighty
marvelous 'G&P' NON-OZ-IMMC was founded and
established, Mister David Lee Blackboards Smith, of Haddonfield,
New Jersey, on Hopkins Wormhole Lane???
OCTOBER
31, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 4:36,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
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HUMIDITY
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Oh
lovely moons of the magic school; please shine for me.
THANK
YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well people,
here we go again, it is going to be a DOORS DAY and a pain in my
ass, who knows, maybe SATAN is roaming the halls. I can believe
in anything after the last 60 years of shit that I have fucking
encountered, ladies and gentlemen, I
promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I AM GETTING SUPER MAJOR
FUCKING DEATH ANGEL ATTACKS ON ME SINCE GETTING UP AN HOUR AGO, ET
FUCKING LOST MORTY MORTINO, YOU PILE OF DEAD WORTHLESS MOTHER
FUCKING SHIT, YOU'RE ANNOYING ME TO CUNT CHEWING 'DEATH' YOU ROTTEN
BASTARD SON OF A TWISTED BITCH!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little me!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over a year now, and you found me, my awesome daughter! Man does that janitor need to clean up those things off the floor of that warehouse, inter, whatever!!! Oh thosuse lousy janitors from the permission barrier of 20 years ago today, well, it's better than slipping on banana peele, Ethel Mermon. What a mad mad mad mad world we all live in, Jimmy Durante. Go make somebody happy. I am hopeless, and lost forever in DOGTOWN.
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
A
few years before the room in the sun, the great vocalist Linda
Ronstadt sang a song without her being aware of it, IMHO, but it was
100% for me and should be dedicated to me, repeating how poor and
pitiful I am, over and over and over. But it was a few years later
at 1802 Robin Hill, when the world turned another Pat Robertson 1967
cornerstone, after 13 years obviously between cornerstones, and
shorting the entire market, before it would have really had a chance
to make him close to a trillion bucks, yet these bastard mother
fuckers in the entire grand scheme of a lot more than this puny
little bit of cow shit, have been following me back into time and
repeating this cycle with me, as how can you resist a game this much
fun, at least from their dirt bag perspective of laughs and gophers
and seashore warnings, all cycling around with Santa Claus, Tree
Angels with heavenly voices, Sarah Callio's, and Mentalist Chains
removed from magical apartments, along with messages in the sky that
even the greatest disco diva seemed to be aware of in 1989, without
even driving any silver colored Volvo cars, at least, to my
knowledge, so is this why I did whatever I supposedly did to your
dam daughter, Misses G? Even the dam Copyright Office knew me since
1975 as a songwriter, but as a games creator, Mister Bobins sir,
thanks to you old pal of mine and my father's; they even knew of me
back 40 years ago in seventy fucking four, when Comet Kahoutek never
hit in this exact universe, this lovely wonderful Planet Earth.
Still, the great 1994 book, “TPB” tells about Mister A, B, C, D,
E, F, and G, just not about Misses G. It also does not get into
Sally and what either Sally said, the two times Paula King raped me,
who she really is in so many parallel universes, as well as right
here, and my rare A- blood type, and quite a few other things that
the great secret agents wanted to learn, and were following me
around to try and learn, that day where Home Depot now stands, and
maybe it was a Home Depot store then in the early fucking nineteen
nineties. Still, whether we speak of Callio Sarah, Claus Santa,
Caddy Shacks, or other golfing gophers, there is way too much that
fits like a smooth glove, for me not to absolutely know that not
only do I go around and around, oh GAP-PP, but they do as well; and
love this game more than life itself, for some twisted sick diseased
perverted reason that only their sicko minds can possibly have a
remote chance to ever grasp!
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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COPYRIGHT
CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
I
should have died a very long time ago, Jimmy carter, we both know
this. When I was cheated out of my chance to die, I was sent to a
hell where no one admits ever, that you are in hell and not really
alive anymore. This is indeed a hell that you could not face, Harold
1983 Camping, oh wise one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Except
for the Almighty GODDESS MIDDIE; OR MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON; (MDE);
you
can Put
all of ''THAT''
endlessness, on
your blackboard; David
Leigh Smith;
back at Haddonfield, NJ, in 1970!!!!!!!! So freaking
W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE
GODS;
DOES
ETERNAL
LIFE
SUCK!!!!
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