Well ladies
and gentlemen, first came that blog ten or so back, where all the
font in the large area field of print, was ALL PINK. Then shortly
following that, it turns black or all of whatever is there, does,
font color, highlight color, and background color. Here we are at a
very ''intelesting'' chapter number, for me to suddenly realize, how
first it was PINK, then it was BLACK. You know another
''intelesting'' thing for the Director of the Federal Communications
Commission, and my 1972 great pal, Robert McDowell; is this. I lived
on Cherry Hill, New Jersey's Route #70, Mister Hall Wall, when I
wrote, and copyrighted my so called project #11, as told by the
United States Copyright Office, called, “Real Good Girl”.
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APRIL
20, 2015,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 84%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
THE
TEMPERATURE DROPPED 14 LOVELY DEGREES, &
LIGHTNING
CAME BACK SO LOVELY & AWESOME!
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY----(H-87/L-72).
WIND
W AT 13 WITH A SMALL GUSTING TO 14.
For
28 years now, you've caused me nightmares and tears 'KAL'. And you
have left me with fears now. When all I wanted from you was to be
your friend. © 1996, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Copyright
Form, projects number 14 and 15, as listed and displayed
above. Check it all out if you all think I am making up a buncha dam
fish tales all these years, YO. Don't take me at my word, that would
be stupid. You don't know me from Jack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
ONLY TWO THINGS SAID FOR ME TO HEAR ON PURPOSE, BOTH IN TH
ESUMMERTIME IN 1969, BY THE ALMIGHTY HERE IN HER LAST INCARNATION OR
SIMULATION-GAMER-JACK-IN; (SGJI) WERE, AND I REMEMBER THEM PRECISELY
AS IF IT WAS MIDDLE 1969 RIGHT HERE IN MY ROOM RIGHT THIS DAM ASS
SECOND. THE FIRST ONE WAS, “YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”. THE
SECOND ONE WAS, “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”. The odds, at least in
this blogger's opinion, that these only two things spoken and meant
for me to hear since she said it extra loud both times upon seeing me
walking up in her direction on Tennessee Avenue both times as well,
in where else but good old frikkin' Atlantic City, New Jersey; but
yes in my opinion, humble as it hopefully may indeed be, to have the
first string of words be the same amount of letters in her following
incarnation first name, and the second string of words be the same
amount of letters in her following incarnation last name, you know, 6
and 5, as in the vision of that Judge Raso Hammonton non-hung there
Paula WAYV home near the great powerful WALMART STORE on middle Road;
65 MIDDLE ROAD, BLUCRANVILLE, NEW JERSEY, AKA HAMMONTON NON FOREST
FIRE WEEKEND, NJ-USAESMWG, but really, come on, do you buy this? I
don't. Hay, differing opinions is what makes the world, as you would
say this so well back in 1972 old buddy from FCC, vely vely
intelesting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me, I
believe that that much coincidence is way beyond even people who win
hundreds of millions of dollar Power-Ball Lottery Jackpot numbers.
You are certainly quite free to disagree with me, so WEEEEEE! And
GEEEEEE!
PLEASE
REMEMBER, IF ANYTHING ON MY BLOGS IS NOT READABLE, AND YOU SEE STUFF
THAT LOOKS BLACK AND BLANK, JUST HIT CONTROL-A ON YOUR KEYBOARD AS
THIS HIGHLIGHT WILL THEN ALLOW AN EASY READ, AND THE HACK BECOMES
VISIBLE. I HOPE MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER LEARNS JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF
STRESS TO HANDLE. YOU KNOW, BE ABLE TO WORK ON THINGS, BUT NOT GET
TOO STRESSED OUT. YOU CANNOT BEAT THE DNA OR THE GENES. WELL, NOT
UNLESS WE BRING TIM BARBER INTO THE EQUATION, I SUPPOSE, WITH HIS
ELECTRIC-MEDICINE, HUH DIANA? AHA-AHA-AHA MMCN!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, DENNIS SNYDER? DID YOU AND MIKE MCNULTY
MARRY OR SOMETHING, YO????????????????????????????????????
GO
GET'EM, BIG DAWNIE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH
I KNOW, DUMB AND DUMBER FUNNYMEN, SHE AND TOMMY-BOY ALREADY GOT ME,
BACK IN 1970!, HUH JOHN AND PHOTEOUS?????????
I
COULD MAKE THIS THE YOUNG, 3-STOOGES, I SUPPOSE!
WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
69
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I
love you Diana my wonderful LIGHTNING.
Thank you for coming over to see me. I have taken the weather alert
from TWB APP on my PC, and pasted it in to this blog, CHAPTER 69 of
HALLS WALLS.
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on the field, a county official managing the safety of
attendees during an outdoor county fair, or a school
administrator in charge of keeping thousands of students safe,
having the earliest possible notification of
approaching severe weather can mean the difference between
life or death.
Our advanced technology provides the
fastest alerts to approaching severe weather
with lightning.
Monitoring Total Lightning
The vast majority of lightning stays in the sky and jumps
from cloud-to-cloud. Meteorologists and climate scientists
have long known that this in-cloud lightning is an early sign
of impending severe weather.
Knowing that in-cloud lightning plays a role in the
formation and intensity of many kinds of extreme weather, we
established the
world’s largest and most advanced lightning sensor network.
The sensors in our network continuously monitor, calculate
and report where and when lightning strikes occur in the
clouds or on the ground – what meteorologists call
total lightning.
Issuing Severe Weather Alerts
Total lightning detection makes it possible to deliver our
exclusive Dangerous Thunderstorm Alerts (DTAs).
DTAs are issued automatically to WeatherBug app users and
enterprises across many industries – including schools
and universities, sports
and recreation, emergency
response, aviation and more – wherever and whenever
the weather plays a key role in safety and operations.
When Minutes Matter
DTAs are 50%
faster, on average, than other alerts. These severe
weather alerts are issued when our Total
Lightning Network™ detects high rates of lightning,
which indicate increased potential for potentially dangerous
conditions such as:
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detection rates exceed a predetermined threshold.
Detailed weather bulletin information is also provided within
the text alert. DTAs are updated every 15 minutes until
the dangerous weather is no longer a threat, and the alert
expires.
Know Before™
DTAs are issued on all WeatherBug apps and online at
www.WeatherBug.com.
Our enterprise customers see DTAs visually depicted
in StreamerRT
by a purple polygon encompassing the alert area. The polygon
displays the area, size, direction and speed of the severe
lightning activity.
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and warnings from the National Weather Service (NWS)
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YOU
HAVE REALLY BEEN GOOD TO ME DIANA. I WILL TRY TO BE A GOOD BOY, SO
YOU CAN BE REALLY PROUD OF ME, BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FOR
SOME TIME, I HAVE TRIED TO FIGURE OUT THE WAY THIS NEW HACK WORKS,
WERE INSTEAD OF READING WORDS I TYPED ON MY OPEN-OFFICE WORD DOCUMENT
FILE THAT I PASTE INTO THE BLOG WEBSITE, IT JUST COMES OUT LIKE:
It
is not as simple as you might think at first glance, into the
situation. A simple program that tells the system to use a reverse
font and highlight color would seemingly work, you know, green
font color and no highlight highlight
color. This way, they have another hack program put in a black
background color, and the words are then gone. But you see, there is
more to this, because if I retype an entire hacked area on a brand
new document page, and paste it into a new blog where until that
point, the hack is not there, it too is hacked. I suppose you have
noticed this, FBI Agent Steve Caruso, FCC Director Bob McDowell,
Sheriff Kenneth Mascara, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and other
authorities who may be watching and interested. So this is no quick
little written hack that takes Joe Black Hat about twenty minutes to
write and install, using tracking cookies to locate me when I post
blogs to the BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE. This also means, that those
things that are hacked, are absolutely done to keep me from normally
having this information on my blogs. Not everyone realizes what is
going on and sees a lot of black lines, and thinks, it is just
asshole me screwing up a blog, and no words are there, and they don't
think twice about checking with a simple two key command on their
keyboard, 'CONTROL-A' so that the missing and buried hidden print at
least highlights and becomes visible. All they know is this keeps my
information from coming out to the max, and that is the job of
whoever this hacker is that is doing this, in total violation of my
rights to free speech, of course.
I
do not talk much about my medical problem. It would be suicide. Any
attempts to survive that provide me any chance at all, involve my
doing all I can to suffer through this hell and slowly ween off of
the meds that my body needed for my situation and was getting on a
daily schedule, week in and week out, 28 Mg weekly of either Ativan,
or its generic cousin Lorazepam. Now for a month give or take, I have
been reduced 75% and am down to 7Mg weekly, just one milligram per
day. But that is not good enough, despite my being sick and week from
this. They want me off it completely, and are going to get their way.
This means I have to move to TJ Mexico. Everyone is telling me it is
dangerous. Well, it is inevitable that I will die a slow and horrible
death here in the United States, so I have no choice other than to
take my chances. If I do survive, don't think I won't do all in my
power to sue somebody someday with very deep pockets, for billions,
for doing this torturous hell to me.
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My
soul is a dungeon. My world is an endless fire that consumes all that
is good and peaceful. It burns joy and contentment as fire gobbles up
gasoline. My enemies are with me, in a new form. Three thousand years
ago I hid in caves from Saul and remember many things. Too many
perhaps, but the one thing that if I had remembered it, my life would
have been so radically altered as a result, no words can exist to
ever tell the fullness of the story. My teen Goddess SSJKK would not
allow me to consciously remember her or her great city back when I
lived on this planet as King David. I remember vast amounts of my
life, parts that never made it anywhere near the historical accounts
and great holy words handed down generation to generation. I dare not
utter or speak any of these words. Living as I do now as Mark Wayne
Mohr, I have known for about twenty years, who I was so long ago. To
me though, it seems like dam yesterday, and my love for Jehovah only
grows passionately stronger with every hour that passes. I still
spend much of my time writing love songs for this wonderful and
beyond conceivable teen queen goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle.
Back then, we called them my musical devotions. They were as much my
love songs to her and for her, as the ones I have written in these
new age times. Sarah Krassle my beautiful love, I'll sing just how
much I love you. The stars, the trees, the songs of the wind, they
sing how you love me too. And every day you are not wit me I do not
know what I will do. As all of the stars in the sky cannot shine,
without you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
BOY, THRILL AND JOY, AND ANGELS AND MINISTERS OF GRACE DEFEND US
MCCOY. HAMLET AND SHAKESPEARE; YOU JUST CAN'T BEAT
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
folks, I am hungry and tired,
and
need to relax with soup and sandwich and a little fucking TV. Move
over Ronald Reagan and MC!
YEAH
I KNOW, DENNIS SNYER, ''THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
APRIL
20, 2015,
EARLY
MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-87/L-72).
HUMIDITY
IS 63%. IT FEELS LIKE 95 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SSW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 10.
I
AM RIGHT HERE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING AT ALL, BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
POST
SCRIPT BLOG (PS)
I
want to thank the lovely Lightning Goddess Diana, for coming around
again. I want to thank the lovely Lightning Goddess Diana, for coming
around again. I want to thank the lovely Lightning Goddess Diana, for
coming around again. I want to thank the lovely Lightning Goddess
Diana, for coming around again. I want to thank the lovely Lightning
Goddess Diana, for coming around again. I want to thank the lovely
Lightning Goddess Diana, for coming around again. I want to thank the
lovely Lightning Goddess Diana, for coming around again.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
68
FOR
SOME TIME, I HAVE TRIED TO FIGURE OUT THE WAY THIS NEW HACK WORKS,
WERE INSTEAD OF READING WORDS I TYPED ON MY OPEN-OFFICE WORD DOCUMENT
FILE THAT I PASTE INTO THE BLOG WEBSITE, IT JUST COMES OUT LIKE:
S
It
is not as simple as you might think at first glance, into the
situation. A simple program that tells the system to use a reverse
font and highlight color would seemingly work, you know, green
font color and no highlight highlight
color. This way, they have another hack program put in a black
background color, and the words are then gone. But you see, there is
more to this, because if I retype an entire hacked area on a brand
new document page, and paste it into a new blog where until that
point, the hack is not there, it too is hacked. I suppose you have
noticed this, FBI Agent Steve Caruso, FCC Director Bob McDowell,
Sheriff Kenneth Mascara, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and other
authorities who may be watching and interested. So this is no quick
little written hack that takes Joe Black Hat about twenty minutes to
write and install, using tracking cookies to locate me when I post
blogs to the BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE. This also means, that those
things that are hacked, are absolutely done to keep me from normally
having this information on my blogs. Not everyone realizes what is
going on and sees a lot of black lines, and thinks, it is just
asshole me screwing up a blog, and no words are there, and they don't
think twice about checking with a simple two key command on their
keyboard, 'CONTROL-A' so that the missing and buried hidden print at
least highlights and becomes visible. All they know is this keeps my
information from coming out to the max, and that is the job of
whoever this hacker is that is doing this, in total violation of my
rights to free speech, of course.
I
do not talk much about my medical problem. It would be suicide. Any
attempts to survive that provide me any chance at all, involve my
doing all I can to suffer through this hell and slowly ween off of
the meds that my body needed for my situation and was getting on a
daily schedule, week in and week out, 28 Mg weekly of either Ativan,
or its generic cousin Lorazepam. Now for a month give or take, I have
been reduced 75% and am down to 7Mg weekly, just one milligram per
day. But that is not good enough, despite my being sick and week from
this. They want me off it completely, and are going to get their way.
This means I have to move to TJ Mexico. Everyone is telling me it is
dangerous. Well, it is inevitable that I will die a slow and horrible
death here in the United States, so I have no choice other than to
take my chances. If I do survive, don't think I won't do all in my
power to sue somebody someday with very deep pockets, for billions,
for doing this torturous hell to me.
I
thought I would wake up feeling better after taking my pill last
night, along with some other less effective so-called anti-anxiety
medicine that the shrink up in Vero has me taking. But to the
contrary, I woke up really fucked up. It was not the usual panic
attack, but just an overall feeling of being very ill from what this
is doing to me. In any real world, someone who is not a convicted
felon, could not be tortured to death. Even death row inmates are
not. Something is very wrong, and anyone out here reading this from
you President Bearhugs-Obama to the United States Attorney General,
to Governor Rick Scott, to Congressman Murphy; all know this without
me saying so much as one more word. You take this medical shit, the
ESS, all the claims of my nearly ten year long blog, and even the
2013 copyrighted techno-pop song, put it all together, and you KNOW
I AM BEING UP FRONT AND HONEST here when I say that something
is radically wrong. But I guess every gutless mother fucker out here
is just too scared to want to ever even think about attempting to
ever fucking assist me at all, so most likely, I will die a horrible
mother fucking death this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
I need to be a martyr to prove that my incredible story of Morianity
is real and that I did not make it up for some twisted Earthly
reason; then so god dam be it, I swear!
It
was still quite hot after sunset tonight, but has cooled down a
little bit now as the day winds down towards its closing.
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My
soul is a dungeon. My world is an endless fire that consumes all that
is good and peaceful. It burns joy and contentment as fire gobbles up
gasoline. My enemies are with me, in a new form. Three thousand years
ago I hid in caves from Saul and remember many things. Too many
perhaps, but the one thing that if I had remembered it, my life would
have been so radically altered as a result, no words can exist to
ever tell the fullness of the story. My teen Goddess SSJKK would not
allow me to consciously remember her or her great city back when I
lived on this planet as King David. I remember vast amounts of my
life, parts that never made it anywhere near the historical accounts
and great holy words handed down generation to generation. I dare not
utter or speak any of these words. Living as I do now as Mark Wayne
Mohr, I have known for about twenty years, who I was so long ago. To
me though, it seems like dam yesterday, and my love for Jehovah only
grows passionately stronger with every hour that passes. I still
spend much of my time writing love songs for this wonderful and
beyond conceivable teen queen goddess, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle.
Back then, we called them my musical devotions. They were as much my
love songs to her and for her, as the ones I have written in these
new age times. Sarah Krassle my beautiful love, I'll sing just how
much I love you. The stars, the trees, the songs of the wind, they
sing how you love me too. And every day you are not wit me I do not
know what I will do. As all of the stars in the sky cannot shine,
without you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People
who have no memory of things much past fragmented slices after about
5-20 years, I truly envy. Not only do I remember my birth as Mark
Wayne Mohr, but I remember so many other lives I have placed my
energetic astral dream-downs into throughout both human history, and
way way way beyond and before that; in far away places, with a lot
more than just strange sounding names.
Now
if the paragraphs below do not come out, then just hit the CONTROL-A
and it will highlight and you will see it then.
SAILING
WITH MUSIC MAN CHRIS CROSS--CODE--R2J7
Without
sailing away in 1980 with Chris Cross,
or any other wild folks in the great music bizz, let's see if I can't
say a few things that might set things on their ear and their
asshole. Let's just see what we can do hear, in a short period of no
time! AHA-AHA MMCN! The story to me and music would require a Harvard
and a Yale education, all the way up to Doctorate Degrees; I assure
you all. I have told a few things such as Dave's drums and his dead
Cadillac car, and some others with both him and me. My latest musical
debokle being the shutting down of the Avalon Studio; the only place
local to me. Still, we'll be getting into some things I really feel
the need to blow some sheet covers off of, no matter who ends up
discovered all naked in the dam beds. Uh-oh Shark-shit Maco. Go paint
a car.
HOLY
SHIT, THE MARKET IS WAY LOWER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!
DAWN'S
ESCAPE CAPER OF 7-11-08—CODE 6L2P
I
would bet that Einstein himself, if he was in Dawn's shoes, and in
her situation; could not have pulled this off; and he is supposed to
be Mister MIND the great. And I would also bet right now, double or
nothing; that he would not have been able to do this; and I would put
up and risk every last penny in my bank account, and that is not
much; but it will help me pay my car insurance, and eat a few more
meals this month. All of a sudden; Dawn gets her
hands on a magic lotion potion.
She rubs it all over her body, and 12 hours later; she is legally
declared contagious, with some undiagnosable skin condition; and must
leave the rehab-program, and this not being ''her fault'', her lawyer
was then able to successfully argue her case, and get the prison
sentence that was hanging over her, for non-compliance of the year at
the REHAB CLINIC; made null and void; and suddenly, there comes a
knock at my trailer door, on the eleventh night in July, in 2008. It
is Dawn's husband Lewis Laines, (Chicky) as he insisted on that
nickname, and with him, mommy-Ann; and they said, Mark, you need to
go to bed and stop your blogs, as you need to be over at our place at
7 in the morning, we are picking up my daughter at the Seacaucus
Rehab Clinic. I knew deep down inside, I was a dead man, just like
Walking Mike Patterson Vampire, down in Miami. A few nights before
this all went down, my mom appeared to me in a 'dream' and we were
all in a dollar-store, my mom and I, and Dawn, and her mom Ann King.
In
the early nineteen eighties, more happened to me than just inventing
a wild new music machine that put the Moog Synthesizer into a
dinosaur cave forever and ever. Within the range of two years of this
invention, called, ''KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL'', that was never talked
about, and kept secret from all my coworkers, friends, enemies,
associates, and you name it; because of its unexplainable side
effects, and my fear to share the story; as who would believe 90 or
more percent of it;
was what my mind was thinking. For about five and a half years since
middle two thousand eight, I have tried to tie things together
regarding the August 1986 quick light-switch alteration of my life,
in a period of hours and without any possible rational explanation;
and all that could ever be thought of regarding all of this horrible
nightmare, was that reality must exist in other places that the mind
visits and that so fat humankind is not aware of this truth, and
still just calls this dreams and dreaming, and those in charge of
mind and mental health remain clueless to where mind really comes
from and what it truly is, still to this very present day in 2014. I
began to know that after soul searching and talking to experts of
many fields, that my only possible explanation had to be right, and
the Marola Syndrome kicked in, the odds of such a thing being far
beyond winning lotteries in the hundreds of millions of dollars or
being struck five times by lightning, and along this line. Here was a
teacher of mine telling me repeatedly that one must always go with
the majority, as by doing this, you will at least be assured of life
being right for you more than it will be wrong. It sounds wonderful
on its face, but as with so many things in this imperfect ugly world,
just when you need your particular philosophy to kick in and help you
through a bad spot in your life, boom, it fails you miserably and you
crash hard onto the floor, bloody and mortally wounded. No one would
believe that I had the only answer that could fit this situation of
waking up on the fifteenth of August in 1986 to an entirely new and
hellish monstrous life, with no rational logical other way of seeing
it or explaining it, absolutely none at all.
I went to sleep, and the only thing that can explain what happened is
that when we sleep and dream, we are in a parallel universe, in
energy form, or M=E/C-SQ. This is the precise mathematical inverse of
a world famous formula, by Professor Einstein of the Princeton
University of New Jersey.
Now before moving this on to where it counts, we will need a
comparison point, so here it is. Every day we all get up and go
through the day, some good shit happens, some bad shit happens, and
plenty of in-between stuff happens. The sun comes up and it goes
down, day after day after bloody day, in or out of jolly old great
England! But one day somewhere in the future, our sun, a normal
average star in outer space, AKA ''the expansion'', will no longer
operate the same way, and will begin to grow larger and hotter and
the world will not exist any more. This is a long way off, so seeing
this absolute eventuality but in its proper perspective, is very
necessary for me to now continue discussing 1986, and what happened
to me on the night that changed my life forever. We all go into
dreams, and many do not remember our dreams, but they effect our
lives whether we remember any of this dream life at all, or not. And
should some incredible thing happen in one of these dreams, it could
be like the day the sun no longer works the way that we all have
become so accustomed to its normal behavior for so very long. Instead
of the whole world beginning to grow hotter and slowly watch
humankind and Earth dissolve away, it was only one person that was so
adversely effected. This would be me. I may not be dissolving away,
but my entire life totally changed overnight, and I might as well
have awakened in a world that slowly was melting and dying, as I have
been doing just that, in a cosmic way, ever since, for almost 28
years now. Just because this very rare thing happened to me on this
one particular night, it was because
of a DREAM EXPERIENCE,
and this particular one did indeed, DESTROY THE REMAINDER OF MY
ENTIRE LIFE.
This is reality, and 1000 'shrinkologists' can all laugh at me and
tell me I am totally incorrect, my life and my experience with this,
lets me know without a shadow of doubt, that I am right, and all of
these experts who think they know so much, are all wrong. So on blogs
to shortly follow, I am going to tell the long and beyond
unfathomable bizarre tale of this DREAM, that I indeed awoke out of
to begin this NEW-LIFE, of post AUGUST
15, 1986;
that my 8 years of these blogs have discussed quite negatively, over
and over and over again!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
really need to relax right about now, with a bowl of soup, and
sandwich, and a little fucking TV. So please move over Ronald Reagan,
WAYV-PK, and MC. TANKS!!!!!
One
droid to another, sir LURCH, and Misses Roddenberry, here is a little
poem for you.
OH
BOY, THRILL AND JOY. ANGELS AND MINISTERS OF DOCK MCCOY.
Yes,
I could say it nine times over, but no one ever likes to believe what
they cannot both explain rationally to themselves, as well as keep it
within their personal comfort cozy zone. This is another way of
saying that the GWPO SYNDROME will most likely remain very popular,
for a very long time yet to come, here on good old fucking
PLANET-EARTH!!!
YEAH
I KNOW, DENNIS SNYER, ''THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TEN
TIMES FREAKING OVER, TOO, SO WOW!!!!
Better
not pout, Merry. Patty says next Halloween is cool, WEEEEEEEEEE!
Hold
the fucking MAYO, they want too much for their medical sandwiches,
YO.
Well,
I am going to go choke on all of this, Donald J. Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you over at Cheltenham high, YO. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT.
I
need some quality care, but hold the dam mayo, I am a poor man. Screw
me, the poor don';t count for squat in this nation, President
Bearhugs, we both know that, my friend!!!!!!!!!
SILLWEE ME AND SILWEE WABBIT, I THOUGHT PEOPLE MIGHT JUST CARE!!!!!!!!!
My
life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
WOW,
the things I could say and tell, if the enemy would allow it. But
then, folks reading this don't really want to know. If they did, they
would make contact and want to meet in real life as the old computer
and internet lingo goes. Then I could blow anyone's open mind. No one
can blow a closed mind. Jesus raised the dead, yet the rich young man
was not impressed enough to sell his worldly garbage and follow him.
Nothing ever changes, just because pages on a fucking dam calendar
do.
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
Do
the kids still call you baby, DELTA DAWN?
From
here to Brownsville, Texas, huh Helen?
I want to thank the lovely Lightning Goddess Diana,
for coming around again. This time she was so far beyond awesome and
dazzling, words fail me totally. Colors, fractal patterns, bolts
swirling around in the skies, in-between the clouds, some lovely
ribbon bolts, beyond hot gorgeous CTG bolts in utter soul shocking
combos of bright colors. I cannot tell HER how much SHE did for me
over the past two nights, but really on this most recent night. YOU
ARE MY BABY-BLOND LOVE, precious sweet Diana.
Good
day to you all; kind wonderful people out here. Sorry for my recent
outbursts, again. I have really gone through a trying period
recently. It is off all dials and all scales that I know of for
making any possible comparison to other such sieges and attacks from
my enemies of the MILI-2-FORCE. Still I'm sorry for going on such
wild super rants. Thank you for staying with me, and baring with me,
and my BOM; the 'Mountainpen'.
These blog
formats are going to alter; maybe permanently, if it goes well with
my viewing public. If not, it can revert right back again. What I
plan doing is simply this: I will have subjects, these may be
dropped, maybe be brought back and maybe not, new ones may be added,
and there will be a NEW BUSINESS section as well. Nothing to do with
business, merely take this to mean, please; that a new topic may
start up, and then more additions to it may be added, or not. Just
about all new chapters of all blogs will however have a NEW BUSINESS
section, just for discussing new stuff that no existing space on the
sectional-blog would have a proper place for the inclusion of this
section. You'll see as it goes along, so don't sweat it if you are
not getting all of this. I don't have the knowledge for making the
blog look like a newspaper, and so you will read it almost in the
same format as those blogs now done by me. But it will be in
sections. A small part of me thinks the majority of you out here,
after getting used to the change; will be able to appreciate these
blogs more, and also, enjoy them more. All the sections will have a
section-code, consisting of two letters and two digits, scrambled in
no perfect or same way. Anyone that wishes to anonymously leave a
rating on a section code, please use this method. Use the comment
feature at where I post my blogs to, the BLOGGER-SITE. Click the no
comments line after the end
of the blog, or if it does say there are any comments, and after this
is clicked, just type in the section code, and then the rating you
give it. This way, I can hopefully some day, continue to improve my
blogs and make them more reader-friendly and less stuff on them that
is not liked, and more stuff on them that are liked. Please rate in a
way I am used to, from doing this years and years on a life-chart
system. I would rate my days from 1-5, one being the lowest and worst
possible day, 3 would be in the middle, and the best rating would be
the 5. The 2 would be like a low middle rating, while the 4 would be
like a high middle rating. Here is an example. Let us say that I have
been going on for a week or so, on a topic of being more specific
about what exploratrons do most often, and then I take us into more
details of areas not ever explored along that line with any real
regular writings. At the top of the blarticle, a word I make up now
for 'BLOG-ARTICLE', I always will assign it a 2-2 alpha/numeric code
so a rater can refer to it and then place a comma or a hyphen and
then add their rate number of between a lowest-1 to a highest-5. So
in my example here, I assign it code 'D5J8'. You would click in the
comment box at the end of the blog, and type in, merely, let's say
you for whatever reason are rating it so-so, and down the middle; so
you wish to give it a rating of 3; D5J8,
3.
If
the blog has ten blarticles in it, and you wish to comment on none,
then you don't click at all into the comment box. If there are three
blarticles you wish to rate, in numbers from 1-5, simply follow the
simple directions, just given. One by one, enter the code, put a
comma or a hyphen or however you wish to separate, and then add in
your rating number. Then put a period, space it, and do your next
one, and your next one. Rate them all, rate none, but this will still
be done for a while. It is not being done to get more interactive
activity on the blog although that would indeed be a nice side
benefit. It is being done however, as I feel this is going to be a
major improvement, and now with a ten year running blog project,
almost; and a small following, that has hit me well over 80 thousand
times, all combined; I just feel I'd like to alter my format now for
a while as a test case, in a way that should provide the
reader/viewer; with a definitely improved reading experience over the
long run. If not, we can always go back to how things were without
singing any of Streisand's songs, about her memories, and how things
once were for her!!!!!!!!!!! You may not even see that big of a
visual difference in the beginning, the main reason for this being, I
don't know how to make it appear two dimensional like a real on-line
newspaper, with articles crossing both over and down. Things will
look pretty much the same, but as I go on with this, you will begin
to see how I will have topics and for a while, they will have a
heading from an original blog post, then they will have updated
continuations and add- ons, that further detail the writing; like a
soap opera moving ever forward. It will also have the coded assigned
number for a rater to reference the blarticle, right up at the top,
next to the HEADING TITLE. For example: Exploratrons
on educational missions only-- CODE--L92J.
Hay
we'll try this for a while, and if the magic doesn't click; then
we'll scrap it. No harm done. And maybe it will increase my view
count. Who can ever know? Still, Terry Egghead from the Jersey
Harbors, who referred to me as the Scatter-Brain Blogger after seeing
my way of operating; would most definitely favor my new approach over
my original blog project outline. Hurray for her!
THIS
IS CHAPTER 67, AND
YOU
ARE READING THE BLOG,
'HALLS
WALLS'
APRIL
19, 2015,
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HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
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JANE
FUCKING WHORE JUST NAILED ME WITH HER ONES FUCKING ATTACK, ON PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. SO LET ME COMPENSATE PLEASE,
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SAILING
WITH MUSIC MAN CHRIS CROSS--CODE--R2J7
Without
sailing away in 1980 with Chris Cross, or any other wild folks in the
great music bizz, let's see if I can't say a few things that might
set things on their ear and their asshole. Let's just see what we can
do hear, in a short period of no time! AHA-AHA MMCN! The story to me
and music would require a Harvard and a Yale education, all the way
up to Doctorate Degrees; I assure you all. I have told a few things
such as Dave's drums and his dead Cadillac car, and some others with
both him and me. My latest musical debokle being the shutting down of
the Avalon Studio; the only place local to me. Still, we'll be
getting into some things I really feel the need to blow some sheet
covers off of, no matter who ends up discovered all naked in the dam
beds. Uh-oh Shark-shit Maco. Go paint a car.
HOLY
SHIT, THE MARKET IS WAY LOWER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!
DAWN'S
ESCAPE CAPER OF 7-11-08—CODE
6L2P
I
would bet that Einstein
himself,
if he was in Dawn's shoes, and in her situation; could
not have pulled this off; and he is supposed to be Mister MIND the
great. And
I would also bet right now, double or nothing; that he
would not have been able to do this; and I would put up and risk
every last penny in my bank account, and that is not much;
but it will help me pay my car insurance, and eat a few more meals
this month. All of a sudden; Dawn gets her
hands on a magic lotion potion.
She rubs it all over her body, and 12 hours later; she is legally
declared contagious,
with
some undiagnosable skin condition; and must leave the rehab-program,
and this not being ''her fault'', her lawyer was then able to
successfully argue her case, and get the prison sentence that was
hanging over her, for non-compliance of the year at the REHAB CLINIC;
made
null and void;
and suddenly, there comes a knock at my trailer door, on the eleventh
night in July, in 2008. It is Dawn's husband Lewis Laines, (Chicky)
as he insisted on that nickname, and with him, mommy-Ann; and they
said, Mark, you need to go to bed and stop your blogs, as you need to
be over at our place at 7 in the morning, we are picking up my
daughter at the Seacaucus Rehab Clinic. I knew deep down inside, I
was a dead man, just like Walking Mike Patterson Vampire, down in
Miami. A few nights before this all went down, my mom appeared to me
in a 'dream' and we were all in a dollar-store, my mom and I, and
Dawn, and her mom Ann King. In
the early nineteen eighties,
more happened to me than just inventing a wild new music machine that
put the Moog
Synthesizer
into a dinosaur cave forever and ever. Within the range of two years
of this invention, called, ''KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL'', that was
never talked about, and kept secret from all my coworkers, friends,
enemies, associates, and you name it; because of its unexplainable
side effects, and my fear to share the story; as who would believe 90
or more percent of it; was what my mind was thinking. For about five
and a half years since middle two thousand eight, I have tried to tie
things together regarding the August 1986 quick light-switch
alteration of my life, in a period of hours and without any possible
rational explanation; and all that could ever be thought of regarding
all of this horrible nightmare, was that reality must exist in other
places that the mind visits and that so fat humankind is not aware of
this truth, and still just calls this dreams and dreaming, and those
in charge of mind and mental health remain clueless to where mind
really comes from and what it truly is, still to this very present
day in 2014. I began to know that after soul searching and talking to
experts of many fields, that my only possible explanation had to be
right, and the Marola Syndrome kicked in, the odds of such a thing
being far beyond winning lotteries in the hundreds of millions of
dollars or being struck five times by lightning, and along this line.
Here was a teacher of mine telling me repeatedly that one must always
go with the majority, as by doing this, you will at least be assured
of life being right for you more than it will be wrong. It sounds
wonderful on its face, but as with so many things in this imperfect
ugly world, just when you need your particular philosophy to kick in
and help you through a bad spot in your life, boom, it fails you
miserably and you crash hard onto the floor, bloody and mortally
wounded. No one would believe that I had the only answer that could
fit this situation of waking up on the fifteenth of August in 1986 to
an entirely new and hellish monstrous life, with no rational logical
other way of seeing it or explaining it, absolutely none at all. I
went to sleep, and the only thing that can explain what happened is
that when we sleep and dream, we are in a parallel universe, in
energy form, or M=C/SQ. This is the precise mathematical inverse of a
world famous formula, by Professor Einstein of the Princeton
University of New Jersey. Now before moving this on to where it
counts, we will need a comparison point, so here it is. Every day we
all get up and go through the day, some good shit happens, some bad
shit happens, and plenty of in-between stuff happens. The sun comes
up and it goes down, day after day after bloody day, in or out of
jolly old great England! But one day somewhere in the future, our
sun, a normal average star in outer space, AKA ''the expansion'',
will no longer operate the same way, and will begin to grow larger
and hotter and the world will not exist any more. This is a long way
off, so seeing this absolute eventuality but in its proper
perspective, is very necessary for me to now continue discussing
1986, and what happened to me on the night that changed my life
forever. We all go into dreams, and many do not remember our dreams,
but they effect our lives whether we remember any of this dream life
at all, or not. And should some incredible thing happen in one of
these dreams, it could be like the day the sun no longer works the
way that we all have become so accustomed to its normal behavior for
so very long. Instead of the whole world beginning to grow hotter and
slowly watch humankind and Earth dissolve away, it was only one
person that was so adversely effected. This would be me. I may not be
dissolving away, but my entire life totally changed overnight, and I
might as well have awakened in a world that slowly was melting and
dying, as I have been doing just that, in a cosmic way, ever since,
for almost 28 years now. Just because this very rare thing happened
to me on this one particular night, it was because
of a DREAM EXPERIENCE,
and this particular one did
indeed, DESTROY THE REMAINDER OF MY
ENTIRE LIFE.
This is reality, and 1000 'shrinkologists' can all laugh at me and
tell me I am totally incorrect, my life and my experience with this,
lets me know without a shadow of doubt, that I am right, and all of
these experts who think they know so much, are all wrong. So on blogs
to shortly follow, I am going to tell the long and beyond
unfathomable bizarre tale of this
DREAM, that I indeed awoke out of to begin this NEW-LIFE, of post
AUGUST 15, 1986;
that my 8 years of these blogs have discussed quite negatively, over
and over and over again!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dave
Roth said it so many times that I literally nauseated and sick to
death of hearing it, but each time he spoke it, it was no less of the
fucking truth, these incidents totally prove the reality that indeed,
and to quote him now, ''WATER SEEKS ITS OWN LEVEL''!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
we go, it is another day now, at just past four in the afternoon,
Sunday on 19 April, rainy, putrid-ass hot and steamy; and the dam
computer tried to freeze up and crash again; after being better
twelve hours ago, and thus allowing me to start this next blog. This
computer is fucking crashing again, BOB FCC MCDOWELL. This is totally
criminal, YO! I sure hope that your daughter is more well behaved
than mine is; if you are all gray haired with one of your own that
ism old Cooley Hall Hell pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
never said that just because 1969, 1980, and 1994 were the three best
mother fucking years of my life, that they did not all contain some
negatives, some really wild shit, and much much much much more,
lively 1984 Ingrid!!!!!!!!!!!!! Taking the year 1980 as an example,
things happened that at the time were not all bad, but later on, they
developed into BEING REALLY BAD. Nobody is born a grown person. We
are born as a baby, and 20 years later, we are grown. Now some things
as well as people, take some time to develop into what they were
meant to be when fully realized, all along. The incident with the
dude who I refereed to as ''Sarah Krassee's brother'', and some know
the long story behind the non regular spelling of the last name.
Others do not, and there is no time now, to get into this; but it is
the same person, spelled anyway that you would like it spelled. Now
this incident with this dude from hell in 1980 while on my to work at
the RPL Recording Studio for my 4:30 PM through 1:00 AM work shift,
is not something that needed to grow, but was bad from the get go.
Still, the June Lois Foca dream, the Lottery Cat Gawky Gaukauk and
his DIE DIE DIE number 495, as well as the demo tunes and many more
things, had what sales folks call, major sleeper effects. But when
they all started to arise from their great slumbers, they slowly took
me into the land called COSMIC-HELL. This merely did not actualize
into my full consciousness until the morning of August 15, 1986. no I
did not imagine certain things early in 2009, and I am not going to
talk about that further other than to say I am a sound-man; and I
knew I was not imagining what I heard after buying something at a
store. In any event,life is super ultra monster ass complex, and is
it not funny gee, not funny ha-ha, but funny gee, how humankind has
spoken those words so often, that ''THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS'',
not for the most part, or maybe for any part, understanding just how
totally profound this little saying really was all of these mother
fucking years. Maybe I should have put many of these clues together,
you know, my Aunt's father the planetarium man of the Franklin
Institute, 401 Virginia Avenue in NORTH Atlantic City over at the
Feast-On ACMUA, parents questioning why things were done to
daughters, when not being sung to by them, the Atlantic City Medical
Center that evolved into the Atlanticare place where in the future,
the entire city in many places in hyperspace, comes to be renamed to
Atlantica, with the two missing letters of re in reverse order is an
abbreviation for ENERGENCY ROOM, and how the entire nightmare stems
from much further back than 1986 and the lab technician not named
POLE, CALLIO, or MCGUIRE, yet these hyperspace travelers have
demonstrated to me just how many miracles they can pull off, more
than enough to get them all canonized, but this family already has
officially been there and done that, symbolically; so shut the fuck
up please, Mike McNulty, and thank you in advance, old 1971
buddy!!!!!
RIP---RIP---RIP---RIP---RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
APRIL
19, 2015,
LATE
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, AT 4:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 57%, AND IT IS FEELING LIKE 94.
RANGE
TODAY--------(H-88/L-69).
WIND
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC;
WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL MY ENEMIES, OR BE TOTALLY DESTROYED
YOURSELF. I COMMAND YOU TO OBEY ME. ALL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES.
YES,
REST IN PEACE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, DAWN-MARIE KING!!!!!!!!!! And
thank you for not calling
the
Board of Health on me
back then, Joan
Larosa;
in good old dam ass 1970. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
My
computer has been virus hacked. Until I can get to the FCC and the
FBI, I may have to do my blogs the way I did a long time ago, simple,
bland, and mother fucking shitty, with lots of mother fucking great
cuss words!
My days in
Oaklyn, New Jersey, at Dellway Arms Apartment, prepared me for many
things, Mister Jehovah's Witnesses Woodside, but not for all of this
mother fucking shit, YO! No Joan Larosa, my great upstairs nabe
before Bob Backer and his wife moved in a pigged the place up beyond
possible description, but no, I do not have TB or consumption. Just
exposure to the great TRINITRAIL of December, and other supernatural
esoteric paranormal mother fuckiGN shit, YO!
Maybe someday, I
can RIP along with great DAWN-MARIE
KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UPSETTING
THE DEAD—CODE 38TQ
In
the summer of 1986, I went into a cemetery near the Shore Mall, just
outside and west of the world famous resort Atlantic City, New
Jersey; on my way either to or from a casino trip, as back in these
days, I was gambling professionally at the casinos, and averaging a
grand weekly clear profit, JJ. When I went into this place, I shouted
out to all the 'dead' in there, “You lucky people”. I may have
said a few other things, and most definitely used some nasty choice
word adjectives as well. Then I left. This was in-between the night I
saw my daughter in Manhattan when she was sixteen, and the time I
actually sent Real Good Girl, the song, down to the United States
Copyright Office, on 15 August, in 1986. How can I ever know whether
it was because I used that sympathetic magic mountain Dew bottle
smash down on Long Beach Island, the cemetery shouting at the dead,
or the sending of the RGG song, that ultimately went on to change my
life into a scene cast straight from the infernos of hellfire? Maybe
all three things culminated and commingled into what caused me all
this nightmare fuckiGN hell, again, who can ever know such fucking
stuff, BRAH????? With or without any rated code comments, this topic
WILL INDEED be discussed further along, as my blogs keep going, that
is until I shortly come to join my Shore Mall Cemetery
friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe this is why that fuckiGN super ass
annoying death angel is buzzing around me all the time. I seem to be
one of the very few he picks on or that is able to hear him. I do
know, at age six in Quakertown, I talked regularly with one dead boy
my age, and once to a dead girl my age. One told me he came from
Sahasra Dal Kanwal, he used the more appropriate mortal word,
'HEAVEN'. The girl, she just wanted me to stop a 'merry'-go-round and
let her ride with me for a while. We did not talk much, but looking
back, I know now how fuckiGN sensitive I have always been. The sense
of FEEL is what is either normal or under or over exaggerated with
people, there is no sixth sense, merely the feel sense in higher
tune. Yeah, a merry-go-round, and it wasn't even Halloween, or time
for three music projects in 1994, 2005, and 2007. Boy have I been
mother fucking played, by the powerful Astral-Plane
GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Fonty and Twinbay,
YO.
YES
GREAT DAWN, REST IN LOVELY HEAVENLY PEACE, IF YOU CAN. WE BOTH KNOW
YOU ARE NOT EVER GOING TO REST AFTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR HORRIBLE
FAMILY HAVE DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH
I KNOW, DENNIS SNYER, ''THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TEN
TIMES FREAKING OVER, TOO, SO WOW!!!!
Better
not pout, Merry. Patty says next Halloween is cool, WEEEEEEEEEE!
Hold
the fucking MAYO, they want too much for their medical sandwiches,
YO.
Well,
I am going to go choke on all of this, Donald J. Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you over at Cheltenham high, YO. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT.
I
need some quality care, but hold the dam mayo, I am a poor man. Screw
me, the poor don';t count for squat in this nation, President
Bearhugs, we both know that, my friend!!!!!!!!!
SILLWEE ME AND SILWEE WABBIT, I THOUGHT PEOPLE MIGHT JUST CARE!!!!!!!!!
My
life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
OH
BOY, THRILL AND JOY, AND ANGELS AND MINISTERS OF GRACE DEFEND US
MCCOY. HAMLET AND SHAKESPEARE; YOU JUST CAN'T BEAT
IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
folks, I am hungry and tired,
and
need to relax with soup and sandwich and a little fucking TV. Move
over Ronald Reagan and MC!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
WOW,
HAY THERE DEEDEE; ICU GIRL!!!!!!!!
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