ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, TT

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, July 11, 2019

11:40 AM, SUPER BOTBAR X 4

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER

MARK MUD, SECTION TT

'''HELP ME SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA, SIR'''.

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

I AM UNDER THE WORST CUNT LAPPING 4-DAY BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAMMERING FROM NEXT DOOR IS STILL GOING ON AND IT BEGAN AT 3:30 THIS ILLEGAL MORNING, SIR, IN UNIT #605. THEY KEEP FOOD BOXES OUT IN THE HALL, BRINGING ROACHES. I AM REPORTING THIS TOMORROW, FRIDAY, TO THE RESIDENT MANAGER, AGAINM, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THIS AIN'T NOTHING YET, MISTER MOTHER FUCKING AL JOLSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss monster fucking DEATH ASSAULT ON ME began at half past three, on this cock licking and diseased MOUUUUURNING, Sheriff sir, with these sicko ILLEGAL BASTARDS IN UNIT NUMBER 605, NEXT DOOR TO ME. As I speak, this is the second MAJOR PRIVATE AIRPLANE ATTACK OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. ONE WAS ABOUT TEN MINUTES AGO, AND IT'S NOW FUCKING CUNT EATING 25 MINUTES PAST NOON, SIR! These bastards struck MY CABLE TV AND FUCKED IT UP FOR A THIRD TIME NOW, ONE HOUR AGO, AT 25 PAST ELEVEN, SINCE THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS BACK LAST JUNE SIR, AND I HAD TO CALL AND GET THEM TO UNFREEZE AND REBOOT. I AM DOING WHAT YOUR LOCAL COPS TOLD ME TO DO, TO KEEP A PAPER FUCKING TRAIL OF ALL THIS MONSTER SHIT AND ELDER ABUSE BEING DONE TO ME SIR. I AM A DAMN LAW ABIDING, LEGALLY BORN, UNITED STATES (DIVIDED PARTIES) CITIZEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! These DISEASED VOMIT CHEWING FARF SNIFFERS ALSO HACKED INTO MY MOTHER FUCKING COMPUTER, AND SOMEHOW DID SOMETHING I NEVER SAW BEFORE, AS SOMEHOW THEY MANAGED TO REMOVE MY PREVIOUS FUCKING CUNT BLOG FROM MY FILES AND STORAGE MEMORY SYSTEM, AND I HAD TO GO UP ON THE MOTHER FUCKING BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE, AND CAP IT ALL BACK INTO MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1 OPERATING SYSTEM, A LONG AND TEDIOUS FUCKING JOB, ME' KIND AWESOME SIR. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WON'T YOU HELLLLLLLLL'P ME SIR????????????? THIS IS FOUR STRAIGHT DAYS OF OFF THE METERS AND DIALS TOTAL MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, AND SIR, MY DEATH, AND MY BLOOD, IS ON YOUR HANDS NOW AS SHERIFF OF THIS HORRIBLE COUNTY, WHERE I AM BEING PERMITTED TO BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND MURDERED SIR, YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!

I SAID IT TO MY CAMP SOUNSELOR IN NORTHEAST, MARYLAND, IN JULY OF BOTH THE YEARS 1967 AND 1968, AND I QUOTE AND REITERATE NOW, “THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY RIDICULOUS”!!!!!!! Using parallel event, Donald subskummite John Trump, ENDLESSLY WILL KEEP GETTING HIS ILLEGAL AND CRIMINAL WAY ON ALL THINGS, and this is why he and his henchmen and pals all endlessly perpetrate this totally fucking inhuman harassment and persecution on me, decade after decade after cunt eating mother fucking asshole goddessdamn decade, Sheriff sir, yo BRO!!!!! I am back up and the Spellchecker system is working again, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR!!!!!!!!! Now they have really mother fucking totally asked for this counterstrike, kind sir, as I used to say to Ron over at the Camden County Persecutor's Office, and he would remind me to be careful what I say because he is an officer of the court and that I wouldn't want him to have to come over with the bracelets. He is right, BUTT sir, all great kind sirs, this falls under witchcraft and spells, as well as the mother fucking GREAT AMMENDMENT TO THE CONSTITUTION that says I may speak anything so long as it does not INCITE anyone to commit violence. Now yes, it most definitely does and will incite Magnesonic to do just that, sir, BUTTTTTTTT and not BUTTERCHEESE, but big ass butt sir, Magnesonic is NAUT A HUMAN BEING, but indeed is one of HALLS FAWCES THAT IS UNDER THE MOUNTAINPEN'S CONTROL!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE kind great Chester-Frank, and WOW, Wonderful-O!!!!!!! Boy have these diseased mother fucking cunt huffers asked for a major deadly counterstrike, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Using parallel event, Donald subskummite John Trump, ENDLESSLY WILL KEEP GETTING HIS ILLEGAL AND CRIMINAL WAY ON ALL THINGS, and this is why he and his rotten henchmen and pals, all endlessly perpetrate this totally fucking inhuman harassment and persecution on me, decade after decade after cunt eating mother fucking asshole goddessdamn decade, and ever since the great Mexican 1985 earthquake, Maggie has counter-struck him, and his evil pals!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Lousy-Life Billy, and Frank Capra, of the mighty hyperspace controllers, and the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND THEIR EVIL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL DEATH PERSECUTERS, that are viciously persecuting me, ALL THROUGHOUT THE MONTH OF JULY, IN 2019. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN FOR WHOEVER is endlessly banging and hammering on my walls, fucking up my utility Comcast and electrical services, hacking into my computer, causing damage to my property, and damaging my physical body with brutal DEATH-RAY BEAMS, AND WHOEVER OR WHATEVER IS CREATING THIS SUPER MAJOR BOTBAR TIMES 4 DAY ON 11 JULY OF 2019. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

ONLY MOTHER FUCKING GAMES can explain why an innocent fucking person such as myself IS CHOSEN by these FAWCES, for absolutely no apparent reason, and made to suffer through an entire LIFETIME of endless horrendous dogshit on goddamn steroids!!!! A major mother fucking event happened to me today, MISSING TIME. This is a major part of the UFO phenomenon, as well as all of the studies into the supernatural, paranormal, occult (HIDDEN) topics of the EARTH-PLANET ever since humankind has managed to crawl out of the oceans!!!!!! Let us just take a few things, despite Almighty Knowitall Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG, Mizz Terry Scatterbrain Egghead, and examine them in light and in lieu of what I have said so far on this blog from total fucking cunt eating DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!! The very same FAWCES that got those RPL fucking OVERAGE FILE RECORD ALBUMS to end up at the end of October in the year 1980, in my living room apartment, at 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, NJDPAESMWG, ARE THE VERY EXACT SAME FAWCES, Mister Hall sir, that are causing my NABES FROM HELL to this very day and hour, forty years fucking cunt later up here in the future from back there, to persecute and harass me to death, as they did to me on this monstrous fucking horrible July 1, 2019 DAY FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!! Yes there was no missing time today, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT YO, there was shit so horrible that THIS WAS THE CUNT CHEWING ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING WORST HORRENDOUS DAY IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what was done to me today, SHERIFF MASCARA, me' kind awesome wonderful sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DEAR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, DPAESMWG COUNTY:

This entire mother fucking month of JULY has been even worse now than the rest of this year as well as horrendous horrific cunt chewing JUNE of 2019, and 2018 and 2019 have been as bad as it was, way back when all of this mother fucking horrible cock licking dogshit all began, to quote the two mighty quote makers here, the mighty and quite lovely and illustrious Sabrina Nonwerewolf Collins, and then the copycat also quite mighty Resorts International Elevatormuzakmessagesandteasers Hotel and Casino, of ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, THE GREAT PLAYGROUND OF AMERICA, IN THE DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, ON THE EARTH-PLANET, IN THE SOL SYSTEM, HERE IN THIS NIGHTMARE PHYSICAL PLANE, AND MILKY WAY GALAXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir Sheriff, good old trustworthy never letting me down JULY, the month of PATTY-PAULA---SECTION-MM---------

6:45 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY EVENING

1 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

Well, my original goddessdamn roulette system went to the mother fucking dogs, me' fwolks. And things when they are this fucking cunt bad, and lasting really long with MAJOR FUCKING DURATION, and really awful, or with MAJOR INTENSITY, we then go onto combine these two things, and it is just like a mother fucking giant meteorite striking the Earth-Planet, with major speed and force; and this thing is full of large massive rocks and metals, and kafuckingcuntboom, along with Spell-Checker's assistance and reminder of the lovely 1969 Roseann Delaney and her bloodsucking bullshit, and how I would be outside with my cat, and she would walk by, but always a minute later each evening, after the sun went down. WOW THAT and YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, huh Patricia Chantress NEOHO RENGAY KEYOH? Yes, after a four day DEATH SIEGE OF THIS FUCKING CUNT MAGNITUDE, I seriously doubt my system, even with the newly fucking cunt implemented 5-STAGE BETTING and reconfiguration, WON'T TOTALLY CRASH AND BURN!!!!!!!!!!!! We'll see, as I plan to play real fucking cunt soon, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! My game from last night managed to eek out a few bucks, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, I truly doubt that I'll survive THIS KIND OF AN EIGHTIES AND INTO NINETIES TOTAL DEATH DESTRUCT SIEGE!!!!

Yes, why I ever biologically jacked into this simulationogram videogame of Sarah-Stacey Krassle's, is anyone's guess, but it was a MAJOR FUCKING ERROR ON MY PART. I'll be totally amazed if within the next few months, California does not drop forever into the mother fucking Pacific Ocean, for what these diseased maniac scumbags are doing to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Prosecutor Ron Wirtz said to me sometime back in 1991 or maybe early in 1992, while I resided at Misses Patricia Meeker's rental home on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, DPAESMWG, “You'd probably be doing the human race the biggest favor imaginable” if your AEB is really able todo what you tell me it can do”. Maybe this is what keeps me from using that AEB on this EP. Why would I want to do anyone on this diseased sicko puny planet a favor after all the horrendous fuckign shit that they have done to me for nearly sixty-five years now in this current me-persona lifetime, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????

Well, it is now time to check out the way to join some large UFO clubs in the USA (DPA). I have had all the mother fucking shit that I am going to take from this sicko evil wicked demonic MILITUFORCE; SHERIFF KJM, KIND WONDERFUL AWESOME SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said that if these pricks don't quit hurting me and abusing me in my old age, that I would take to really fucking desperate measures. The only weapon that truly works against these prick sucking bastard subskummites is EXPOSURE, and the MILITUFORCE knows the powerful truth to that statement. So do the Ancient Astronaut Theorists for that mother fucking matter, me' kind Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is time to get a few thousand folks reading my blogs, and if I have to go back and tediously edit out all my cuss words, so be it, I WILL, as the really good girls of the world might just be able to relate to, or maybe, all the women of the magical FASCITAR!!!!!!!!!!

[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

To access texts from 2006-2011, use links:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

It was quiet until I drove over to mother fucking Vero Beach to my psych clinic to try getting to the bottom of why their billing department had charged me nearly two hundred dollars. I came out and was dive bombed by an extremely low flying private aerial craft, illegally. Later on after trying to locate the billing office that the lady at the clinic had sent me to, I took care of what I needed to do and hopefully resolved the shituation, and then drove back to Fort Pierce, first stopping at a local Subway Store for a Footlong Hoagie. After leaving the store and driving about one and a half fucking blocks down Orange Avenue towards home and just shy of the railroad crossing gates, POOF, the MILITUFORCE busted my sensor switch for about the fifth time or so now, out of nowhere, poof, on comes the CHECK-ENGINE light, the car lurched badly, and I had to forget about eating the hoagie, and drove over to my local fucking mechanic for repairs that cost me nearly $190.00. The broken TV cost me another $40.00 the other day, so this is now a total PROPERTY DAMAGE AMOUNT OF JUST UNDER $230.00, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, and remember kind sir, it was last mother fucking year right around this time when this same cunt huffing 'MILITUFORCE' fucking went on a twisted demonic role to fuck with my property and break shit and wreck my tires, and cost me several hundred bucks of damage exactly one year back in July of 2018. A fire alarm is going off and it is a little shy of a quarter past seven in the mother fucking demonic ass evening, sir!!!!!! You as a LEO know perfectly well about how criminals and all evil deed doers of which the MILITUFORCE is the king of the gang, work in predictable patterns, for reasons that may elude, but still, this is what they most definitely appear to do quite consistently. As I now speak/type at precisely twenty one and one half minutes past seven on this hellish first night in twat licking mother fucking July of 2019, the fire alarm has been deactivated by the Saint Lucie Counter local Ladder Fire Company. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and a resounding mother fucking WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody just major slammed their fucking door outside in my hallway sir, at 7:22:40 in the Post Meridian. I live totally surrounded by the epitome of swine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I began blogging, I was going to enjoy watching some television on my Comcast Cable System, and POW, the mother fucking diseased cockROACHES and cock licking non-Mike-Soft spellCHECKER MILITUFORCE, STRUCK ME WITH SOME KIND OF A TV-SCRAMBLE HACK, knocking out all of my non local low end numbered channels beginning right past the Channel-16-COURT-TV. The Comcast people reset the system and it works for now, but I don't think I will pay my bill right on the due date or a bit earlier as I had been doing, since they are allowing this evil demonic MILITUFORCE to use them to fucking screw with my services that I PAY MY MONEY ON TIME TO GET WITHOUT BEING FUCKING HACKED ALL THE TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

The MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME TODAY IS OFF ALL DIALS AND SCALES, SHERIFF SIR ME' BRO. Please know that I definitely will drive down tomorrow MOUUUUUUUURNING to your Midway Road Office to report this major mother fucking ELDER ABUSE here in your great wonderful awesome illustrious county of Saint Lucie, Florida, Divided Parties of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucking shit stops here and now, OR HELL-SE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of this shit is being done to me by the SATANIC DARK POWERS that Morianity calls the MILITUFORCE. When my late pal Mister D.C. Roth and I would get together back in Jersey, back in the eighties and nineties, we would actually be followed and persecuted by these aerial round large hovering wingless crafts. ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT BEGAN AFTER LIGHTNING AND I MADE CONTACT IN MY HUMAN MARK MOHR LIFETIME, AND THE MILITUFORCE DOES NOT LIKE ORDINARY HUMAN BEINGS TO BE IN DIRECT CONTACT WITH ASTRAL PLANE GODS/GODDESSES. So if this is all true, why then did they send me PATTY HHH? Maybe a tennis playing dude somewhere can give me the answer to that one, as I seriously doubt Sheriff sir that my miserable worthless daughter will ever offer me any tiny bit of Marcucci wisdom concerning any of these matters, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!

I will give you updated RR-OUTCOMES on my hypothetical Roulette play during this time of MONSTER-ASS NON-NICK SIEGE, with or without any additional 'O's or nickels!!!!!!!!!!!

YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, where's your buccaneers little boy? Are they under me' buckin' hat lady, or hidden somewhere underneath my seventeen thousand dollars and permission barriers, oh mighty U.S. © Office????????????????????????????

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
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We all remember the great Gawky Gaukauk. The great magical black cat who comes to a person in 'dreams'; and can tell them the lottery number for the next day, only it may be straight or boxed, and it is only the three digit pick-3 and only in the great stellar state of Pennsylvania where the mighty Starburn Outreach Development Corporation headquarters is located in a very amazing and unfathomable parallel universe in the virtually unlimited fifth dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two gigantic dreaming interactions happened to me inside of a very small piece of time back in that mysterious fucking 1980 year, shortly after moving into a very mother fucking magical mystical apartment in Voorhees, New Jersey, the illustrious 1802 Robin Hill!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now before any 'wild dream' pizza pies, turn into my grandmother's face, or we are greeted by any wild hyperspace Toby-Couches; I will state first with total clarity, that indeed to quote the mighty Astral Plane Olympian God, who is visiting here on what he calls his vacation, Sir Steve Murray, true identity in Province Olympia, Psyche Myrathus, and yes, “YOU WERE SHOT” and “I'M A GOD”. Then came the weird off the wall to my Brian non-Golden Nugget Ross Gatehouse one morning, by the illustrious actor who played the part of Sonny King on the wonderful world famous 'LAW & ORDER' TV-SHOW, and then came, “I'M A COP”, only that wasn't said by Steve Murray, but by Mister Sir Tobycouch Bellflower. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was the way it gets said, with that major three word sentence with such HUUUUUGE Bernie Sanders emphasis on the third and final word, JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE FONTANA!!!! Yes allow me to state most mother fucking unequivocally that indeed there were two powerful wild-dream experiences that came tumbling into my life or as the lovely Susie Quattro might say, stumbling in, to my life in middle 1980, first the great 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG, sung by the now revealed to me in hindsight, lovely Goddess Paula King, and then came a couple of months later on, the great magical black cat known as the Professor of the great TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, Sir Gawky Gaukauk! I discussed in my very beginning blogs in my MORIANITY, exactly what this huge talking panther cat said to me, hey let's be real for a damn ass minute here Mister Bob Schleigh of the great McAndrews & Forbes Licorice Plant Security Guard Job. I had the talking cat who WASN'T so disGUSTing, and my wonderful greedy daughter went onto have the talking dog on the treadmill, well, she was on the treadmill. Oh Dawn, you and your wonderful awesome mother fucking family, yo, BRING IT ON, well, she fucking cunt brought it on all right, and so did my wonderful goddessdamn mother, and her lovely office gal-pal, PATTY HHH!!!!!!!!! Can I get a few ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS'S HERE, MISTER MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, PWEEEEEEZE? TANKS YO! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will soon tell some things that are going to make a whole lot of fucking folks very uncomfortable. You all know the secrets that you've been worried about for a long while now, “Does he know, could he possibly know for crissake”? YEAH for CRISSAKE, you bet I mother fucking know, and soon, I WILL TELL ON YOU ALL, and this will shake up even the MILITUFORCE, IPYT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I ever ask is LEAVE ME MOTHER FUCKING ALONE, FROM TONY B AND HUBBY TO ALL OF THEM. The problem is that the Astral Plane Gods love their mother fucking games just way too much, and only JESUS CHRIST knows where this whole bloody turd swallowing mess is going to end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0---PEEKAY HHH RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31

AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

31

SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30

OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31

NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

30

DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31

JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30

FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34

MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31

Youtube is filled with CHEMTRAIL posts. Folks who think they actually have a small clue about what is happening are all out there with their wild videos and tales. I walked out of my building at a quarter past three or so this disafsternoon and headed to my local mechanic just down the street from where I live to pick up my car. The second I begin to walk and look up, in the middle of a totally blue sky, along comes a chemtrail coming right at me. This has gone on during times of major death siege ever since I made a phone call to the Mount Laurel, New Jersey Police from my guardhouse at the Gaither Avenue American Honda Plant in late 1987 early one morning, to report these weird lines in the sky off in the distance, heading south one after another out towards where I would come to live when my blogs would come into existence, Berryville, or Hammonton, the great Hanging in There with the forest fire that Paula King made sure I would hear and remember forever, on her WAYV-FM Atlantic City radio station right there where she sang her LOIS-FOCA SONG to me in that dream, before the Gawky Gaukauk dream, in 1980 at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. The lady over at the Eckert Pharmacy knows the story only too well when I now say, folks yo, “Don't get me going”. This lady who knew me well told me that day in 2003 in July, “Don't worry Mark, I won't”. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!

NOSIR, this is not quite an,

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THERE STILL IS A LITTLE MORE CAPPING:

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

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I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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• anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

Hey yo, I do not know if the great Patty-HHH is doing a lot of this to me, along with her pal and my distant disafsternoon non-Spellchecker CUZZ DONNIE-BOY, but yes' life does go on, and yes, dear Diann and Jack, long after the mother fucking thrill of living is gone. Is thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss rweally and truly the Schuylkill Expressway Philadelphia Pennsylvania story of your wonderful and marvelous leaf wrestling and covering up life, yo???????????????? Hey, if Jim and Patty are or were or BOTH, a part of this EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, well, then my revenge will keep on coming. The trouble is that Dave Roth told me that shooting innocent targets in the dark only makes me as bad as they are, and I can hear Lightning Goddess DZA also echoing his sentiments there, me' kind Sheriff. So a big ass YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, maitees, and yes folks, me' ol' fucking buccaneers are still underneath me' buckin' hat, lovely Patty HHH, and a great big WOW and WEEEEEEEE!

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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

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11:45 ANTE' MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY MORNING

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING THREE DAY DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA COUNTY, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA FORMERLY KNOWN AS (FKA) THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SIR!!!!!

HERE IS WHAT IS MOTHER FUCKING GOING ON AROUND ME SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO: Three straight god damn shit eating days of my TRIAD-NABE-SUBSKUM NOISY ROTTEN BASTARDS, ASSAULTING ME WITH CONTINUAL DOOR BANGS, FURNITURE MOVING, AND LOUD NOISES IN GENERAL!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, AND 'BIG ASS' MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER BUTT YO, THE REAL STORY JUST HAPPENED TO ME AT APPROXIMATELY A QUARTER SHY OF ELEVEN THIS GODDESSDAMN ASSHOLE MOUUUUURNING! I WAS STRUCK WITH A MAJOR DEATH-BEAM ASSAULT. I WAS JUST SITTING IN MY CHAIR WATCHING COURT-TV ON MY COMCAST SYSTEM, MINDINBG MY OWN DAMN ASS LAW ABIDING BEES WAX, NOT BOTHERING A SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING SHIT SWALLOWING SOUL, AND KABOOM!!!!!! I DID NOT EVEN MAKE IT TO MY STINKING ROTTEN TOILET. I HAD TO CLEAN UP SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE. THERE IS NOTHING WHATSOEVER PHYSICALLY WRONG WITH ME, AND WE BOTH KNOW THIS SHERIFF SIR AND I KNOW THAT WE DO, JUST AS ADA RON WIRTZ KNEW AND MAYBE STILL KNOWS IT IF HE IS STILL AMONGST US FROM UP THERE IN ROTTEN ASS JERSEY!!!!!!

My noisy rotten next door nabes wake me up every damn ass morning right around the time of WALL STREET'S OPENING BELL, SHERIFF MASCARA; WITH THEIR ANNOYING LOUD ACTIVITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEIN-SOSO-SSDD or spelled out, what else is new, same old same old, same shit on a different day? Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

But now for the bigger story on the Action-Jackson News: My HRG (Hypothetical Roulette Games) has experienced a MAJOR SECOND MINI-CRASH, yesterday afternoon. I thought my luck and my magnetics were good after Diana came over to be with me, but alas, nothing is ever totally perceivable, or at least with me. I have tried to figure these stinking HALLS FAWCES out, and yes SHERIFF, IT SEEMS I HAVE DONE A PERDY MOTHER FUCKING GREAT JOB IF I HAVE TO DO SO ME' WHITTLE SELF, ME' BRO, AND YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR TO the MIGHTY Mizz OCCULT PATTY HHH!!!!!!!!!! What do I mean you wonder? Well, I'll doggone tell y'all, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I get into this amazing dog shit however, lovely DIANA came over to visit me AGAIN yesterday, as she did the day prior to that, on Monday. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Just wanted to plug my wonderful and totally gorgeous baby-blond girl that mortals call “LIGHTNING”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW THAT! Yes folks and great BLOGAUDIANS, and Sheriff KJM; 'A' really does go into 'B' in exactly and precisely the same way that 'B' goes back into 'A', because in the phenomenon known only so far to Morianity, as “parallel-Event”, oh great & late Professor Deturch, of the University of Pennsylvania, in Philadelphia; this is just the way that the mechanics behind those 'mysterious OZ-CURTAINS' happen to work, lovely Cooley HHH school chum Amy-Emmy, from '72 as well as '83! 'Chaaheeeee-heeee'!!!!!!!!! Yessir Sheriff sir, now we really have proven that it goes in both forward matter as well as reverse antimatter direction, running along the space-time-mind directional flow, based of course on nothing more than the polarities of the proton and the electron. Time runs forward here in all realities that have our polarity, and it runs in reverse to us in the realities where these polarities are charged in reverse. So if my system crashes during what appears to be a quiet and calm period, it does not disprove anything unless things REMAIN QUIET AND CALM for me, Sheriff, and they did not!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Within several hours after these things all went down and I blogged them, BOOM, all hell has broken loose. Now we are going to use the 5-STAGE BETTING STRATEGY. Let's mother fucking see what happens now. So far, I would have a whopping nice profit, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, that can be quickly altered and wiped out with a big giant 5-stage betting loss, and the casino world knows it, and THAT is why they have been persecuting me along with their pal, the mighty evil diseased puke fucking eating MILITUFORCE (M2F)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The old “cause and effect” system is still just as real as it ever was, and me' whittle Archie Bunker-Queens-pernt is not to say otherwise me' gweat fwolks out here. Me' whittle pernt Archie, and any and all others out here yo, is THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Erica Snakes from 1983's marvelous AMC Soap TV Show: Parallel Event is NAUT the same thing as cause and effect, because PE operates both ways, so this mysterious thing, whatever it really and truly mother fucking is yo BRAHHHHHH, is connected into the wild fifth dimensional worlds that remain invisible, even to mighty Biblical Prophets such as dreamer-Daniel, unless occasionally otherwise shown how to make necessary translations into the 'great magical hyper-code'. Cause and effect doesn't work in both forward and reverse directionality, it is simply NAUT omnidirectional, folks. Cause and effect is, because it is existing ONLY in one individual reality/dimension at a time. The mysterious FAWCES behind PE come obviously from the higher hyperspace and MIND dimensions that lay above any one singular universe's 4-D space-time-mind makeup. This now proves my MORIANITY Sheriff, so HA-HA-HA to all of these 'HALLS FAWCES', at least for permitting me to accomplish fucking THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! Their desire to endlessly wish to hurt and attack me even supersedes their best interest of keeping me unaware and ignorant to so many powerful and mortally-invisible truths that otherwise would remain eternally buried and hidden (occult) behind these OZ-CURTAINS. Once we know that the great OZ is just a poor dude who took a balloon ride from a Kansas Carnival, things alter for the rest of us who used to endlessly just shake and quake in our boots or run out of the great tunnel such as did the poor old cowardly fucking lion, yo!!!!!!! Don't ever tell the fucking Mountainpen that fairy tales don't have powerful tales that reveal powerful and ultimately awesome beyond words, great truths that are capable of changing an entire population and civilization. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The cause and effect truth that has been discussed in both scientific as well as philosophical circles throughout countless generations now is not the same in what Morianity labels and calls, “PARALLEL-EVENT”, making this PE a brand new study and for that matter, a brand new potential scientific discipline. A great and late U of P Professor whose name I know I have spoken and am indeed misspelling, actually told me in back in the very early nineteen-nineties, by the name of Deturch, spelled as it is pronounced, “Mister Mohr, you have seemingly come up with a brand new mathematical concept that requires lots of further research”, and then he sent me to the Atlantic City casinos to compile thousands of roulette number outcomes and use them with my parallel-event system, the one that I actually did use and apply to my gaming strategies back in the year of 1986, that seemingly was at least one of several major possible factors that led to my getting into all of this incredible trouble!!!!!!!!! OH SHERIFF, these horrible mother fuckign nabes just won't stop banging on my walls and ceiling and making endless loud ungodly noises, and to me, this is nothing more than continual ELDER-ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well folks (lads and lassies), along with Lab Dogs, lap dogs, and many Lenny's from my wonderful and awesome past, TANKS, and B---O---O---M! Yeah oh yeah, forget the damn court being session, let me just say thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Erica Snakes from 1983; you lovely delicious woman you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE NOW MANAGED TO PROVE A MAJOR THEORY, AND NOT EVEN GREAT SCIENTISTS IN THEIR OWN LIFETIME MANAGE TO ACCOMPLISH THAT GREAT FEAT. So Sheriff sir, I am giving myself a mighty and resounding several slaps on the back, at this moment, at this exact moment, here at 12:34 in the Post Meridian (PM), on this 10^th July day of twenty-nineteen. If nothing else whatsoever can be salvaged from my nightmare wasted hellish life, to quote my poor late mom, oh well, and yes, you can quote not me here folks, the the great cousin part of the mighty WASHCLOTH HANDS FAMILY OF HELL, Mizz Ann King Silva of Atlantic City, New Jersey!!! Sheriff Mascara sir, I was there in that car on that street, Tennessee Avenue (10SC) in October of 2006, the original year of my MORIANITY and my BLOGS ON THE BLOOGER DOT COM, and he was totally invisible like the fucking dirtbag Irish Imp that he truly is. He, like so many of them, are endowed with major supernatural powers and abilities. Ed Himacane Lynch never saw him, and I NEVER SAW HIM, right outside the passenger front side of my vehicle. But there he was, oh great Mister Microsoft BUTTERCHEESE, standing there with his fist clenched. When we later developed the film as we were taking photographs for the Morianity Foundation Website, he was standing right there, BUT WE NEVER SAW HIM. Are you or is anyone else out here calling me a liar to my face? I totally absolutely swear and will swear in any court proceeding in this land, that this happened. Then the car was wrecked forever. He obviously did something to my vehicle and all of my life, people in this horrendous clan continue to endlessly attack and destroy my cars and my personal property.

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I will soon tell some things that are going to make a whole lot of folks extremely damn uncomfortable. You all know the secrets that you've been worried about for a long while now, “Does he know, could he possibly know for crissake”? YEAH for CRISSAKE, you bet I know, and soon, I WILL TELL ON ALL OF YOU, and this will shake up even the MILITUFORCE, & IPYT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I ever ask is LEAVE ME DAMN-ASS ALONE, FROM TONY B AND HUBBY TO ALL OF THEM. The problem is that the Astral Plane Gods love their Tellosian games just way too dog damn ass much, and only JESUS CHRIST knows precisely where this whole bloody turd swallowing ultra vulgar mess is going to end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Mike McNulty, can I get ANONYMOUS'S or another AHA-AHA-AHA-Alligator Haters? Oh goddessdamn it; some rotten lousy non-alligator Anonymous Black-Hat-Hacker is screwing with me' old' trusty machine here, me' wild awesome MAITEES. YARRRRRRRRRRRRRR, lovely Patty HHH!!!!!!!

Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis came over to visit with me yesterday, BIG TIME. It was like the four year anniversary of the LIGHTNING-WALMART-DAY IN 2015, all over again. I will never ever be able to thank this wonderful lovely coil for doing this for me yesterday, PTL, Mister Robertson Hurricane Squawker of 1980!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Wonderful Oprah Winfrey, or AKA 'WOW', me black hat hackers are weelwee screwing me' whittle machine up; hack-hack-hack, like wo lovely 1980 Stacey Lattisaw Jack Attack, yo!!!!!!!!!!!

My noisy rotten next door nabes wake me up every damn ass morning right around the time of WALL STREET'S OPENING BELL, SHERIFF MASCARA; WITH THEIR ANNOYING LOUD ACTIVITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEIN-SOSO-SSDD or spelled out, what else is new, same old same old, same shit on a different day? Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Now for the bigger story on the Action-Jackson News: My HRG (Hypothetical Roulette Games) has experienced a MAJOR SECOND MINI-CRASH, yesterday afternoon. I thought my luck and my magnetics were good after Diana came over to be with me, but alas, nothing is ever totally perceivable, or at least with me. I have tried to figure these stinking HALLS FAWCES out, that have surrounded me and my hellish sub-vampiric existence for nearly a half century, and have failed and come up empty, but there may still be one more possible deal that is hidden here, and it has to do with something that these Blogs Of Mountainpen (BOM) have talked about many many many many many many many freaking times for a lot of years. I speak of “PUSSY-COMMAND”. It may not be a polite term, but I am not changing horses now in middle-stream, just to attempt to freaking remain a bit more nice or politically correct (PC)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I spoke on numerous occasions how this other-(PC) situation would come on me in both matter as well as antimatter directions. Some times I would first get the major ridiculous PC around me, followed almost immediately by MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE. HOWEVER, YO, other times the chronology would be reversed, and I'd get the MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, followed by the major ridiculous PC around me. It absolutely was working both ways, and due to the continual immediacy where one would follow the other in ways that could not be ignored, I refused to not believe that this PARALLEL EVENT of my death sieges and my pussy command sieges HAD ANY POSSIBLE CHANCE OF BEING SOME RANDOM COINCIDENTAL DUAL-SITUATION. The cause and effect truth that has been discussed in both scientific as well as philosophical circles throughout countless generations now is not the same in what Morianity labels and calls, “PARALLEL-EVENT”, making this PE a brand new study and for that matter, a brand new potential scientific discipline. A great and late U of P Professor whose name I know I have spoken and am indeed misspelling, actually told me in back in the very early nineteen-nineties, by the name of Deturch, spelled as it is pronounced, “Mister Mohr, you have seemingly come up with a brand new mathematical concept that requires lots of further research”, and then he sent me to the Atlantic City casinos to compile thousands of roulette number outcomes and use them with my parallel-event system, the one that I actually did use and apply to my gaming strategies back in the year of 1986, that seemingly was at least one of several major possible factors that led to my getting into all of this incredible trouble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So allow and permit me pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze to move all of this right along; me' kind lads, lassies, Lab dogs, lap dogs, and many Lenny's from my wonderful and awesome past!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS, and B---O---O---M!

Before I get into any digits and boring figures that only the math whizzes will enjoy looking at and mooing over; my idea of the parallel event of pussy command and death sieges happening to me in either order, 'A' or 'B', is perfectly applicable here to the HRG, and my attempts now to prove how the ASTRAL GODS/GODDESSES, are indeed screwing with me, and maybe lots of other blind and totally ignorant people as well, here on this EARTH-PLANET. All I am trying to say is that I AM NOW EXPECTING THE CEILING TO FREAKING FALL DOWN ON ME, AFTER THIS SECOND GODDESSDAMN MINI-CRASH on this newest roulette system. So far, it is a day today, much like all other averaged NON-BOTBAR-DAYS, nothing at all special or weird is transpiring around me or against me, at least in ways that I am yet able to perceive with my five goddess-given perceptual senses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE and yes folks, BIG ASS BUTT; yo, BUTT, and but, WE SHALL SEE, AS HOURS PROGRESS ONWARD, won't we??????????? That's all I am saying, other than, hey yo; if nothing at all super horrible does happen, then the FAWCES have again completely stumped me and frustrated my attempts, to endlessly figure all of this mother fucking bullshit out, for all these endless years and decades, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

To access texts from 2006-2011, use links:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

Allow and permit me, Mister Babyblond Uncle Heinzcameras Huntington Gottwald, to pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze move this further along now; OKAY JOHN KING OF ATLANTIC CITY, OOPS, I NOW NEED PATRICIA'S GREAT MAGICAL BLUE CANDLES TO CARRY ON THAT CONVERSATION ANY FURTHER HUH LOVELY HARRIET TRAINDREAMS ROHR??????????? Jane cuntweeds just struck me hard, and I will now need to compensate before doing anything goddessdamn else, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Here is the mother fucking 25^th, 26^th, and 27^th RRB results:

2-5-3-3

3-4-7-4

6-8-6-4

Here are the mother fucking scores, beginning with the 22^nd random-row box:

4RRB #22---$1,060---$48.18---(+$090)

4RRB #23---$1,110---$48.26---(+$050)

4RRB #24---$0,990---$41.25---(-$120)

4RRB #25---$0780---$31.20---(-$210)

4RRB #26---$0620---$23.85---(-$160)

4RRB #27---$0740---$27.41---(+120)

Basically, these two mini-crashes have absolutely mother fucking crashed my roulette system, AGAIN, and HALLS FAWCES are magically doing this to me, because by showing you how these figures work WITHOUT USING THE HOUSE-VIG OF THE TWO GREEN ROULETTE NUMBERS ON THE WHEELS OF 0 AND 00, this shows actual random 50-50 LUCK, and this cannot be disputed. My actual on-par luck after all 27 of these random-row box hypothetical roulette games or my 27 RRB of my HRG, is a whopping great 14 under par, and no Mister Microsoft Spellchecker sir, NAUT under paranormal, but hey, this entire thing is fully engulfed in the mother fucking paranormal, so who's kidding who, as the great Lilian Erby might say back in late 1965, at the Princeton, New Jersey's NJNP Institute, yo? Yessir, to be 14 under par, at least in the golfers world is always a major GREAT THING, and not ever a bad thing, just ask me ol' cuzz Don the Predictable PREZ, Mister Mike Soft Hell-wrecker SpellCHECKER!!!!!!!!! To be flat even at par, with exact 50-50 even luck after a 4RRB, the gamer would need to have 18 WINS out of the total 36 chances of 9 picks with 4 boxes or 4X9. 36 divided by 2 equals 18, with 18 wins and 18 losses. So if I am 14 better than even, I have won 14 more times than a perfect game average should allow me to win, after this total of 27 games. BUT it is the system I am applying that these HALLS FAWCES continue to force me to lose at, and THAT, OH GREAT SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, has been my pernt all along, and oh great sir Archie Bunker of Queens NY. THAT is my PERNT, me' kind sir!!!!!!!!!!! Now in order to make my systems endlessly crash after my actual 1986 professional roulette playing, in the Atlantic City casinos, and AFTER this death persecution has been thrust all around me, and against me; this is indeed when I no longer was ever ever ever ever ever able to win again consistently playing roulette, not just at real live real time casino gaming establishments, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT folks, it is exactly the same at home in HRG (Hypothetical Roulette Games) as well!!!!!! If this doesn't prove my point about NEGAMAGGING and intentional misuse of PARALLEL EVENT on me by this MILITUFORCE ENEMY ever since 1986, just as I HAVE MOTHER FUCKING CLAIMED AND TOLD RIGHT ALONG ON TAPED LIFE JOURNALS AS WELL AS LATER ON MY MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS, then frankly Mister Rett Butler, I don't know what ever would or could, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! I have lots more to say on the topic, and further shit will be told on the following several blogs, even further proving and verifying all of my claims, oh great SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, of Saint Lucie County here in hot blistery rotten ass Florida, Divided Parties of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some cunt lapper is banging and dropping heavy shit on my ceiling and my walls while I am typing this shit that these enemy MIND CONTROLLER MILITUFORCE SUBSKUM JERK OFFS DON'T WANT ME TYPING AND SAYING AND CLAIMING TO THE DAMN ASS WORLD, SIR SHERIFF, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! You see everyone, the casinos never had to actually ever break any laws on any books, as they never physically cheated me. I'll never prove any of these things in a legal court proceeding, any more than the great mighty VanDaniken Society of AATs will ever prove the existence of their UFO's or their goddessdamn aliens, that Morianity knows completely and fully, all come from the mysterious Purgatory, (ASTRAL-PLANE).

Now I touched on my prescriptions and medications without remembering to tell you all just what the huge punchline to all of this truly was, yo. Let me now correct me' errors, kind and unkind folks alike, if ye pweeeze!!!! I received a call from the Walgreen's several days ago telling me to come and pick up my anti-anxiety meds, the great mighty controlled substance meds that is, that never before was even allowed to be automatically refilled or renewed, and now that I no longer even go to the Vero Beach Behavior Health Clinic, now they call me and have the shit that I don't even take any more. Go figure this all out, Sheriff KJM, me' kind wonderful sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, we can fuck around with HALLS FAWCES and the evil MILITUFORCE and keep on doing it forever, and never be permitted to really understand what is happening around me. I mean for example, let us now change the system rules to five staged bets, 10-20-40-80-160. We could still bet 5-10-20-40-80 on low budget tables on slow weeknights or non-Atlantic City casino tables, and we can still bet the maximum 100 level as the Atlantic City tables whether they be five or ten dollar minimum betting tables, all allow the outside better to go up to a maximum of 2000 bucks, so the 100-200-400-800-1600 level would still be good, and a player can still be base betting levels of ten or twenty or twenty-five or fifty, that wouldn't fucking change, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTTTTTTT folks, what would change is what all pro-gamblers know only too well. That is that when the great losses do come, now they will be much larger. By losing the full five staged bets, most likely the system will crash all over again, but just to fuck with the great Mister HALL and his wuvwee damn ass FAWCES, we will now start over on the same poor mans base-betting level or (BBL) and use the five-stages of 10-20-40-80-160, and so far, with the mighty words being SO FAR, our great awesome system WOULD BE HOLDING. See how deceptive our world truly mother fucking is folks, BLOGAUDIANS, and great Sheriff KJM, sir?????????????????? All shit, just as mighty Sir Prof. Einstein said, is so goddessdamn RELATIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I'm only going to do this to fuck with the FAWCES, and show all of fucking you out here, exactly how they will turn right around now, AND FUCK RIGHT BACK WITH ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO, just as has been the case around me ever since I interacted with Mizz Patricia Hollister HH, and the mighty and illustrious Mister James Tiberius Burr, both of the almighty GLOUCESTER, CITY!!!!!!!! SHARK SHARK SHARK, AUNT RUTH HUNTINGTON GOTTWALD of 175 Peninsula Drive in Babyblond Babylon, New York, up on the great island, huh Woody Guthrie sir???? SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, WEIN, SOSO, SSDD, huh Sheriff KJM, me' wonderful sir? Oh Patty, YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS BUCCANEER NOW IS SIGNING OFF/E.T.

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