I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE

CHAPTER 28

I was just HACK-FROZEN again, Pam Bondi State Attorney General of Florida, and Robert McDowell, Federal Communications Commission, around 10:50 this sixteenth March morning, for the record. This is another super BOTBAR and MAJOR DEATH ATTACK day, people. I was awakened to more maintenance shit going on next door in ex-nabe Stanley's apartment. Power tools are being used in the hallway outside his door, to cut some beams or something. It is making a horrific sound. Yesterday with the fucking carolers, today with maintenance again, it looks like another mother fucking cunt assault on me of NOT ALLOWING ME TO SLEEP IN, and disturbing my early morning, so that the cunt chewing fucking stock market can go endlessly UP AND UP AND UP, and I'll be viewing the stock market chart after end of fucking business today to verify. Now the bastards after power sawing, are hammering. The nasty bastard really fucked up the apartment obviously. Also, since he has been gone, and good fuckiGN cunt riddance; all the Drunk-Bugs and most all other nasty critters are also. No bands of gold, no 1970, no hit songs played while staying at the child fucking cunt molesters home on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, praise Godd-ESS! Notice al of the recent fucking EWP or Entertainment World Punning in recent blogs where they fucking hack me and it seems to be not only fucking up my blog words, but an agenda to it as well, if you study all these machine and mind hacks, or RAW! I am not doing this, and swear that on both PP and my kids. Even I can be humorous during periods of hell.

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PLEASE HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO KILL ME, THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A HOAX, MY SEVEN YEARS OF BLOGS CONTAIN INDISPUTABLE MIRACLES THAT PROVE MY WORDS STAND TRUE AND HONEST, MAHM. Is this hell ever going to end for me, Sheriff Ken Mascara, oh great and wonderful kind sir????

Every cunt fucking huffing time the stock market makes record high closes and then drops back just a little, and keeps doing this for weeks and months, and even years, with regularity, I go through a much higher stepped up mother fucking assault by way of this horrendous hellish nightmarish monstrous horrendous 'ICPE-APE; TECHNOLOLOGY used on and against me since the year of fucking cunt lapping 1986. My life was so totally different before this magical date ever rolled the fucking cock sucking hell around, great and powerful lads and lassies out here, there are honest to Godd-ESS no words to describe it or even hope to tell any of you about it in any serious way, I swear this is a fact, under nation and citizenship, and also under the Almighty GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE of the PLANK REALM! She always said to humans, “Don't let the sun go down on your anger”. Well, this is true. My anger for thirty years now is indeed quite fucking perpetual. My anger against whoever is making my life beyond a living mother fucking hell all this time with no justice at all, ever for pathetic me; could only be measured by universes per second destroyed or UPSD, sort of a weird fucking scrambled cosmic postal service, so why shouldn't people go postal as they tarted to say back in the cunt chewing fuckiGN nineteen-nineties, YO? Lotsanlots of suns will go down, and come up, on my eternal fucking anger, for the total complete organized ruination of my entire adult life. Still, this began to all form and get started, long before my adulthood began, well into early adolescence, my friends! I so DON'T look forward to those annual fucking cunt church carolers. They always bring me a nasty fuckiGN cunt cosmic assault, it is three years now, so the patter in my mind, IS SET ABOUT THIS MATTER!

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Folks, tell me this; what would this bunch of fucking total scum from the fourth circle of Dante's Hellish Inferno; do without me to pick on? Soon they will have to face up to this marvelous untrumpable question. The reason is very simple and childlike, folks. I WILL BE DEAD AND GONE, VERY VERY VERY MOTHER FUCKING SOON!

WHAT'S MY TOM CRUISE FIGHTER JET FUCKING 1988 EXCUSE; PROSECUTOR RON WIRTZ FROM EARLY IN THE FUCKING NINETEEN-NINETIES; RIGHT OLD BUDDY FROM CAMDEN COUNTY IN NEW FUCKED UP JERSEY, SIR????????? Many don't buy my shit and that is the Tom Cruise Fighter Jet Syndrome or the TCFJS as I call it for fucking cunt eating short, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know this all is real, as ever since August 15, 1986, many times while with the late DAVID CHARLES ROTH, IN VEHICLES, HIS OR MINE, USUALLY MINE; a magical milituforce plane air ship vessel (UFO) by definition, I am clueless to who in this evil nation is doing this to me and why, hence the perfectly used and labeled term of Unidentified Flying Object, or (UFO) for short, but one would fly directly over us and when we went to start our cars, nothing, THEY WERE DEAD AS BLACK FUCKING TOAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then 10-20 minutes later, the same vessel would fly over us again, and the vehicle started up all by itself or in some cases, when we tried to start them again. The one fucking cock sucking night in particular that I will never forget if I live as the current-me for 8520 more years, is at an ice cream place at a New Jersey circle in the area of Red Lion, New Jersey, a place called, ''SUBS AND SWIRLS, that sold ice cream sundaes and cones, and many other snacks, at a large stand. This one particular night was so horrendous, that LIGHTNING began to follow us, protecting me as best she could, and then she followed us in reverse, first down to Long Beach Island and then back home, something storms never or very rarely did in that area. Let me tell you how this all fits into this past incident here today and yesterday. Being in the trouble I was in with the car and the battery, caused me to go and get the problem remedied, and in so doing, I was able to get a small little thing that I needed big time for my car that I had given up on ever getting, and was major powerful fucking ass important to me, and it just happened to be available miraculously, today, right there for easy-pickens, and I had given up all hope. But folks, I will not kid you. Time travel is happening, and was behind all of this hell for the past two days since yesterday afternoon. This is why their fucking cheated stock market is flying these two days, and this is nothing. Just watch it hit 17,000 by the end of next week, 20,000 by the end of February, 25,000 by the end of summer time, and 35,000 mother fucking basis points on their manipulated ugly evil criminal DJIA by the last trading day of this 2014 fucking cunt year, JUST WATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you this will all fucking happen, YO YO YO YO!!!! You do not have a clue about the details of many things happening. You are clueless as to the real main errand on my mind when I went out, but the evil empire will all know totally and fully about it an hour or so after I post up this blog, when I get on the telephone. That is all that needs to be said. If I told the damage that these enemies did to THEMSELVES, in their plot to hurt me and send their evil DOW JONES SOARING; at this exact moment, I promise you, the Dow Jones in the final half hour of trading, would crash 1000 points, but they do not fully know yet on the street, Mister Richard Cardplayingfucking Karpf. Tell that to the Indian Reader/Adviser, and the Braxton Sisters, and all other telephone annoyers; right AT&T, Miss-1983 Blake, and Walsh Atlantic of the Boxing Champion daughters. SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!! MY LIFE IS TOTAL FUCKING HELL.

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WOW, IT IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR AN ALL TIME RECORD CLOSE!!!! BUT WHAT FUCKING ELSE IS NEW, PEOPLE???

When Congressman Andrew, as a dude of around 20 years give or take; was with his band, in a basement on Pyle Avenue, in Westmont, New Jersey, USA, down the street from the Haddon Township High School, at the home of Al Pileggi's parents; it was June of 1975, and he had done vocals on that silly 1975 song that I wrote, called ''Spirit Peace''. The lyrics went, ''Wherever I go you're calling my name, and that's all I need to know. The skies will be blue and the sun will shine, and the gentle breezes blow''. Jesus Bob; the only gentle breezes blowing in all of the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle's simulation videogame of a sort, here; are now saying, ''Boy oh boy are you one fucked duck, Mark Wayne Mohr''. I wish you would tell all of Washington, DC this message for me. I really would appreciate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TURN THESE DIALS, LENNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ON THE TUNE ''YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER'', THE INTRO, only the opening title words are real.

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AS LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF COCK SUCKING BASTARD TRASH SCUM HAVE ME TO PICK ON, AND 'FUCKIGN' CUNT PERSECUTE; THE DOW WILL ENDLESSLY KEEP FLYING FOREVER AND EVER; UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; AND I TOLD YOU THIS LOVELY GIANT FUCKING GINA, AND I TOLD YOU ALL, EVERYONE ELSE, READING THESE FUCKING ASS WORDS!! THE PROPHET OF NOTHING IS GETTING FUCKING MASSACRED HERE, COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

W---O---W, MISTER MACY!

AHA-AHA-AHA, AND LIFE SUCKS A REAL HARD ONE!!!!!!!

MISTER FUCKING CUNT EATING HALL'S GREAT FAWCES, STRUCK ME VERY HARD, WHEN THE SKIES LOOKED AS IF, AT ANY MOMENT; THERE WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL ELECTRICAL STORM. A SUPER NASTY LARGE BUT PRIVATE PLANE FLEW RIGHT OVER MY APARTMENT VERY STEALTHFULLY AND QUIETLY. IT WENT RIGHT OVER MY CAR AND DID SOMETHING WILD TO THE BATTERY. I WILL EXPLAIN AS BEST AS I FUCKING CAN FOLKS, JUST WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT, RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, LOVELY CORECEDIN LOO!!!! Nothing has changed for thirty years, not a bloody goddess dam fucking thing. No human normal situation goes on day in and day out for three mother fuckiGN solid decades, oh mighty Sheriff KM and lovely AG of Florida PB, it just doesn't happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO JUST WHAT IS GOING ON; AND BEFORE YOU YELL, 'MENTAL ILLNESS' ON MY PART, I CAN PRODUCE A TON OF WITNESSES THAT ARE AS OF YET NOT ON ANY CRACKPOT LISTS. But if they were to ever come forward, they know THE WALL will insist they indeed become part of the CRACKPOT LISTED SOCIETY. My letter will be in the mail to you, FCC, Bob McDowell from 1972. Be looking for it, please. It is my complaint about hacking, as well as Comcast using Macrovision, on a lot of channels that I pay to receive!!

MARCH 16, 2015,

MONDAY MORNING AT 11:12, JANE FUCKING WHORE.

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I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE, CHAPTER 28

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