ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, O3

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WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA? MY BLOOD AND MY DEATH AND MURDER, WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS; AS THIS ASSAULT ON ME IS MORE THAN JUST ELDER ABUSE, BUT IS ALSO PREMEDITATED FIRST DEGREE MURDER, KIND SIR; AND NEEDS TO BE ANSWERED FOR, AND ADDRESSED, YO!!!!!!!

Between 4 and 6 this DISAFSTERNOON, Friday, 9 August, 2019, MY KITCHEN SINK WAS STRUCK AGAIN, and another sloppy stenchy total mess backed up for absolutely no good reason, and was all over the place, smelling the entire room up to high hellish DOGDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You could have smelled that rotten stink all the way to the PERGATORY, SHERIFF SIR, and there is no reason, or at least NO EARTHLY REASON for this to happen over and over and over, and ONLY ON SUPER BAD ASSAULT PERIODS, such as the one that I am in right now. Also sir, my SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM HAS BEEN HIT BY BLACK HAT HACKERS AGAIN, and I must now go off and reboot and come back again, in my attempts to repair and remedy the attack on my civil rights, constitutional rights, and human rights as a LEGALLY BORN AND SUPPOSEDLY FREE CITIZEN OF THESE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SIR!!!!!!!!! Let us now see if this repaired the problem. Fgjrugfjgue, yes, the red wavy squiggly lines are back when words are goddessdamn misspelled, yo yo yo yo yo, Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!! On top of the sink assault for the tenth time now in the past nearly two years of this new attack on me, and my NABES FROM TOTAL DOGTOWN influenced by none other than the evil DEMONIC MILITUFORCE, and their MIND CONTROL ETTOS-T4 TACTICS DISCUSSED ON BOTH STAR TREK'S ORIGINAL SHOW LEADING TO THEIR SERIES, AS WELL AS MY 1994 BOOK CALLED, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”.

NEXT WEEK WITHOUT DELAY, I WILL DO TWO THINGS THAT I HAVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR SOME TIME, EVEN THOUGH I WILL BE IN MIAMI NEXT WEEK FOR TWO DAYS ON PRIVATE BUSINESS. I plan to join the largest UFO CLUB in the country, hopefully the entire world; so that eventually, I can have some fellow members read my MORIANITY, and see what is REALLY HAPPENING ON THIS EARTH-PLANET once and for all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am also going to screw up my mother freaking courage, and go to Midway Road, to the office of my local County Sheriff, Kenneth J. Mascara, and cry on his shoulders regarding this horrendous and unspeakable ELDER ABUSE, that's being done to me, and allowed to be being done!

This morning the TRIAD-NABES FROM DOGTOWN ASSAULT WAS OFF THE SCALE, and worse than any time since I reported this to the office that is under a different resident manager from the original Debbie Moratto. Back last early spring somewhere, I reported the doors and the incessant wall hammering, and things got a little better for a short time. I will need to do this again.

SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR:

I believe wholeheartedly that my telling the details of those two powerful dreaming interactions (hyperspace travels) several days ago, HAS CAUSED THIS MAJOR ASSAULT, AND YES, MY ROULETTE SYSTEM CRASH AS WELL; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

From now on, all major dreams WILL BE TOLD, and on the very day that they happen; since obviously this either does something to weaken the MILITUFORCE or at least to WORRY THEM, and it most mother friggin' definitely does major things to disrupt cosmos, and I know this, because the aftershock on me that takes the place of this inconceivable MILITUFORCE death attack is by no way a mere coincidence. Attacks NEVER ARE. They always result from something that this force feels the need to come back at me with, and to quote the ADA Mister Ron Wirtz, at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office from Halloween Day in 1994, and ten minutes I mailed my book tape to the United States © Copyright Office from Redbank National Park's Post Office, in New Jersey, “Mark, if you test them, they'll give you a reaction”. THEM means those who are persecuting me, now called by me in my MORIANITY, the MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!! So put THAT in your 'weirdo additional Carrie' Shadows BLACK HATS; you evil Satanic mother sick-loving Earthly counterparts of HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I knew the simple hyperspace mechanics that all lays behind and are indeed the total reasons for the non-haunting RPL Incredible Hulk miniature coworker's concept of this. I told how this muscle dude there said to me one day at the end of his shift and the start of mine, “Dude, you're haunted”. This is after he heard me say to several people whom he worked with that were standing near him that day, all around the time clock as they were getting ready to punch out when the next minute struck, “I know you're all up to something, I totally know it”. You see, I did know it because that day while still asleep, I had a powerful vivid dream that something was going down, and it involved me. Sure enough, I struck a major chord and nerve, prompting his amazement, and his great unforgettable non-Nat King Cole quotation. With this dream where first I was in that wretched recording studio that is totally foreign to me here in my waking world, and then after that, was sent to jail and had to do a week there on some past traffic offense where no bail was allowed; what Morianity has labeled and called Towel-Seepage-Effects or (TSE) for a shortened abbreviation, is most definitely and assuredly involved here. I know that because of the death siege, the systems crash, and even numerous other things that instantly came into reality. What other people just continuously dismiss as nothing and general happenstance coincidence, I DO NOT, and it just doesn't get any simpler than mother freaking that, kind peeps out here! In fact, it was the great man who visits me who put me onto some of this very thing, but said it in a very wild and new way, allowing me to stew on things somewhat differently and come to brand new realizations. This is also the dude, I THINKI, but I am still not sure, who was punished for telling me some of these things, by having his property messed with, and all of the news media knows that if this is the same person, THAT I AM SPEAKING THE TOTAL TRUTH. Then since he remains nameless, I gave him a fitting name since I believed him to be somehow in with or at least connected with the agent who used to E-mail me back at the start of this decade, and we shared a few things. Yes a lot of things have popped because I mentioned the non-haunting true hyperspace mechanics of that wild nocturnal interaction, on these blogs. This sort of brings me to the year of 2008, does it NAUT Mizz Blake from AT&T? I mean come on, gimme' a damn butt-wiping bweak here, Mizz Margie Leo for the sake of the great Pink goddess SAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! How dumb am I supposed to be in all of this, Mister Mike Crichton?????????????????????

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BOY OH BOY OH BOY, I HAVE A GIGANTIC IMAGINATION, DON'T I; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. WE BOTH KNOW THAT THAT IS QUINTESSENTIAL FACETIOUSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lightning came over to visit with me as soon as I posted up yesterday's blog. She was so absolutely beautiful. Thank you so very much my wonderful baby-blond; IWALU.

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Here was the weather report as of 4:58 PM today, 9 BOTBAR-AUGUST, 2019, as shown on TWC (The Weather Channel):

TEMPERATURE FAHRENHEIT:----091

HEAT INDEX, 'FEELS LIKE':-------101

HUMIDITY:--------------------------58%

SKIES PRESENTLY:-----------Mostly Cloudy

WINDS:-----From the SW@6, w/no gusts

PREDICTIONS:---------20% rain chances

On top of all the other bull stenches of this horrendous SUPER BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE DAY FROM TOTAL DOGTOWN (H-E-L-L), the MILITUFORCE influenced all of my evil wicked demonic mother sicko-loving creditors, to annoy and harass me, with lots of telephone persecution. The COMCAST service was also running very slowly, as it does upon many occasions, when all the other FAWCES are in play to make my day, and my endless hellish nightmare existence, a BURNING LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL ON STEROIDS, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ButTERCHEESE and big ass butt, and BUT; as always, THERE IS EVEN MORE TO BITCH AND FREAKING BELLYACHE ABOUT HERE, PEEPS!

When I started this blog around six or so this BOTBAR EVENING, I said I would be going to Miami next week. I WON'T BE, yo. This is now a couple of hours later. A telephone call came in, and the person who was going with me on a business trip, was just struck with a major automobile problem, just like the one that I had at the very start of the summer and the month of good old Whooooley-oh-JULY!!!!!!!!!!!!! For those Blogaudians who may remember the situation, I was driving back from Vero Beach, Florida, Divided Parties of America, formerly known as (FKA) the United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy; and after getting back into town here in Fort Pierce, Florida, DPAESMWG, I bought a hoagie sandwich at the local town Subway Store, and before I drove towards my Public Housing Building and home one full block; the goddessdamn MILITUFORCE (M2F) struck the car hard with another DESTRUCT-DAMAGE BEAM that somehow wipes out the sensor switch in Dodge-Neon vehicles, pertaining to their catalytic converter system in the electrical circuitry of the vehicle. Mike Patterson just informed me that his car suddenly had a computer switch go bad on him, and he has less mileage on his car than I freaking do, yo yo yo yo yo! We are trying to get together to go and see the FIU Professor who helped us to develop the Krystal's Ball APP, as shown on the Google Play Store advertisement below:

'KRYSTAL'S BALL'

EXPLORING THE UNCONSCIOUS, using this APP:

All the items in cosmos are out of 81 possible realities, with some of them connected into each other, while others NOT.

Krystal's Ball

Publisher: Krystal's Ball

Rating:

Price: 0.99 USD

DOWNLOAD @ GOOGLE PLAY STORE

Just when things are about as intense as they can get, the Milituforce is magically making the Blogs Of Mountainpen, die off into that good night, Mizz Nursing Irene!

NOBODY BELIEVES IN INVISIBLE POWERS. Well, then go touch a 440 volt power line or enjoy sitting at an X-RAY machine for a few hours. Yeah, you're all total idiots and assholes, but I sure hope you are rooting for me a little bit, kind Sheriff KJM, otherwise, maybe I'll just cut my wrist and croak in here tonight, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yessir Sheriff Mascara; I absolutely and wholeheartedly believe with an Italian passion and a half, that there is a single alternate reality entity being, that's behind all three women; Patty Hollister, Paula King, and Melanie Safka. There is simply way too much involved in both life circumstances, mathematical connectiveness and mystical cohesion, and unrelenting amounts of never ending coincidences that nobody could ever really explain away, not and be completely honest about it, and THE WORLD TOTALLY KNOWS THIS TOO, SHERIFF SIR, AND OTHER FANTASTIC GREAT BLOGAUDIANS!!!!

Why did John King insist on that day in the summer of 1996, that I hose myself off on the beach, after I parked at his parking lot near the King David Hotel in Atlantic City? Why did Robert McGuire damage my automobile when I was taking innocent photographs as a tourist on Tennessee Avenue that day in October of 2006? Why couldn't Ed and I see him when he was standing right there with his big ass Irish clenched fists, menacing us and terrorizing us, just as the later developed camera film showed reality to be? Why did I go on such a passionate quest to pass out religious tracts in Gloucester every day, when this incredible death hell curse all started for me in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, back in August of 1986? Why did the Shah of Iran and my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason conspire together to have my mom and I take daut-Sandy down to the Trinity Hotel (Trinidad) as it is pronounced when we are north of CUZZ-DONNIE-BOYS great and powerful NON-OZ BORDER WALL? Why did the Almighty come to me when I placed myself in that I-Ching trance around quarter past midnight on PH DAY of 1996, and tell me, and I quote HER, “Let's play a game boy, let's play Guess The Name Of The Guests”? YYYYYYYYYYYYY???? Well there is an answer to these questions as well as to hundreds and even thousands more of them. It is called MIND CONTROL, and it is called the MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still peeps, the great question now is, just who is this entity from some alternate world that we all go to visit while we sleep physically, and what does she want from me for crying out freaking loud, YO BRAHHHH? This is what the next five thousand blogs will all delve deeper and deeper into, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!

Whoever thinks that this death assault on me today will go un-freaking punished, is a HUGE FOOL. I fully realize that the great Millionth Council, AKA the Astral World Authority, will be on my case for saying that since we all know or we should know the four gospels, and what our great Lord Jesus spoke of to His disciples one day about not calling people a fool unless we wish to be judged by, and in danger of the council. Read it for yourselves, because it is right freaking there in the GOSPELS for Crissake!!!

If Pink Goddess is mad at me for saying that, SHE'LL be even madder at this:

You know how peeps say, “You do the math”

????????????????????????? Well, so do it!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

WEEK 0---THIS IS WHEN PEEKAY RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.

JULY 1969

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

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

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

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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

There are going to be some sorry peeps all over this whittle pwanet for this death assault on me. IPYT lads and lassies. Now I know why my roulette system totally crashed and burned. Don't tell me the future cannot be fully known ahead of time, if enough knowledge of interpretation is made a part of the mother freaking equation. My tears at MAFCO were not there for no reason and neither were my tears as a child at that damn ass Philadelphia Baptist Church at 17^th and Sansom Streets, while playing that damn organ that day. My early first year blogs discuss all of it. It all fits totally together, and I know that it is all absolutely the truth, so help me Goddess Almighty, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3:27 ANTE' MERIDIAN, 18 SEPTEMBER, 2013, WEDNESDAY

At half past three this morning, I sit here in a hot apartment. My air conditioning WENT OUT ON ME A-G-A-I-N, late Monday afternoon, and I began noticing this after the evening ''wore on'', 'James Harvey Pookah Stuart'. Someone again will be over here today or Thursday. They thought it needed a shot of the Freon-Gas, but that was not the problem, as it is doing the same thing as before, totally not working, leaving me hot, angry, and ready to murder somebody, as I know this was done to me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, and you just call me 'paranoid-Joe' all you want to, as I know the emmereffing truth, I should, I've lived with it long enough, Petofi, Quentin, and Barney from 1969!!! If this was Jersey, early in the morning on the eighteenth of the ninth month, it would be real cool outside and with the windows open, I would be cool and comfortable, but it is not, it is hot Fort Pierce, Florida. This computer is on its last legs, and I do not plan to replace it, when it goes, it fucking goes; Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labradors. I am all through playing the games of the gods, and the exploratrons which if 'Type-3' in nature, is sort of saying just about the same thing; because once you learn how to do just the few things, that I've mentioned in my Blogs Of Mountainpen, or 'BOM', for a short yet 'explosive' truth that has the capacity to change the way life on this world is lived forever, if properly allowed to come into the limelight someday, you will arrive at your own powerful conclusion staring you smack dab right in your face; that you can go all over the 'multiverse', (anywhere in hyperspace's virtually limitless parallel realities); and do practically anything you wish, while simultaneously seeing as clear as day, that so can all these other T-3-E entities, come here, and do the very same thing. This when understood, explains any and every single thing that now is considered unexplainable and utterly mysterious, and continually debated without conclusion on all of the educational television shows and documentaries.

Now yesterday, September the fucking seventeenth, was a SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY for me, and this if anything is a total under-exaggeration. I normally begin my day when I go to sleep, as far as rating it for purposes of making, keeping, analyzing, and formulating, my personal 'life charts', as I called them when I started these things once before, back in the summer time in the year of 1982, while working for Bernie Derakowski in building maintenance during the week, and as a security officer at the Camden, New Jersey licorice plant, called Mac Andrews & Forbes, on the weekends, shortly before losing both of these positions, via the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, only back then, I was not able to consciously bring that knowledge into the forefront of my human beingness as the person I exist as physically right now, Mark Wayne Mohr. Life gets so much easier for us all after we're dead, the little us in our current dreams that is, not the bigger us who we really always simply are, totally separate and outside of any concept of a time reality, or a time dimension if you will.

Folks, I asked GAGA KITTY, or the GAWNUM, invented on the Astral-phase-2-reality by this wild entity, an ancient panther who is a well known and loved professor at a mystery school called the Teck-Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia; many things; and I will give you all his answer responses, later on in this very blog. Two powerful beyond words things needs to be said here first, before I do this. The first was talked about just a tiny bit at the early stages of these blogs. The first of these things was called, back in early 1966, in Princeton, New Jersey, ''The Friday Night Secret'', involving something told to a boy by the name of Peter Hurley, by a close relative, if I am not mistaken, to a famous science colleague of Albert Einstein, Doctor Jessup. Wilson Jessup, another boy, along with Peter and myself; always wanted to be called ''Doctor'', something most eleven year old boys are not going around, seriously wishing to be called by their friends, but then, we are, or have been for some time now folks, talking about doppelgangers, exploratrons, sleep and dream control, and hyperspace travelers. The fourth boy in this odd-club, was a youth by the name of Mark Minor. I met his doppelganger in a parallel universe, years after our last encounter in June of 1966, way up somewhere early in 2009, 43 years later. Three and four are the two most powerful digits of the Almighty Goddess, and whether a wild connection exists here with that; is anyone's best guess. Still, Mark Minor went around singing a song that the Beach Boys, the famous rock band of the times back then, came out with in the year 1975 while I was residing in 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, and having the telephone number of 609-783-4020. This is where I had my first experience of dying and not dying, just as was told to my two pals at Haddonwood Health Club up in 1995, 20 years later. But all maintenance men with moonlights and other horrible hells from this era in time all notwithstanding folks, let me keep trudging along here in and through this cosmic snow drift.

The FRIDAY NIGHT SECRET, one boy telling something to another boy, all innocent enough, in most cases, how serious could a little secret between a nine year old and an eleven year be, and was it all about me? Well, I hate to keep dragging the British Petroleum folks through the oily mud here, but feel as if I have little choice here. It fits too well not to, so here goes; ''YOU CAN BET YOUR BIPPIE ON IT''.

Years before the recent oil spill, or even the Exxon Valdez disaster late in the eighties; there was a time when the great British Petroleum was like Prudential here in America. You know, the thing about being rock solid or trust-worthy, unlike the majority of pop up offers and hacks on computers. This is where before it shortened to betting your 'bippie', it really meant that you can be so sure of something or other, that you can even bet the great and mighty BRITISH PETROLEUM on it. Hay as Paul Evans Pedersen said to me so often, ''Mark, shit happens''. I am not here to knock Exxon or BP, merely telling you how things were once back in the frikkin' nineteen-sixties, YO. But we don't have to venture anywhere near that far backward through time folks, as on the afternoon and evening of just this past frikkin' Monday, came a horrible assault on me. It most definitely IMHO, does tie right into the great 1966 Wilson Jessup/Peter Hurley FNS as well, (Friday-Night-Secret). So before we get into the 3 seconds ago Monday deal, let us first go back to 1966; and get a little of this secret crap out into the open, huh Beaver, so your dad can be happy, and no more baseball games with your brother need be worried about, too close to your house. You need not worry about the details, I doubt I ever told them, merely that I caught Wilson telling Peter part of a incredible thing, in a stairwell one evening at the NJNPI, a place now defunct for several years, and a place where I spent the sixth grade year of my school life, for no good reason whatsoever, other than to keep Abbey and her friends skating on nice thick ice that even boiling water won't ever be able to melt. I Susie Quattro stumbled right into this discussion, that was so bizarre, that you would never believe it to be anything other than another one of Mountainpen's great 'fish-tails'. So why even bother going there on the blog? It is not for the sake of my own memory, as I assure all of you, I'll carry this night and what I heard, what little bit of it that it was, straight to my grave. Some things, Mizz Jane Fonda, you just cannot ask or expect a person to ever ever ever ever ever forget, or forgive, for that frikkin' matter. The crux of this secret, had to do with how I cannot stop what has to happen; and that Wilson, who was Doctor Jessup asleep inside of, and in exploratronic control over him; was telling this to Peter, and telling him that he is going to have to take me to the Summer-House outside of the 'K-Cottage', before the end of the school year, and before we never see each other ever again; so that he can show me things that I need to know about, in Atlantic City. Bear in mind that I never had told Wilson, or Peter, or Mark Minor; one dam thing about the prior two summers, when my mom and I had stayed and vacationed in Atlantic City; the past one at the Trinidad, for the very first two stays there; and the summer previously, staying at the Treymore; another very famous hotel, known the world over; as in those days, Atlantic City was more known for its great conventions, the great MA beauty pageant, and so much more, and there was no ugly gambling there, it was still somewhat family oriented mixed with business, but nothing real sinister or filthy dirty; at least, not out in the open. The really knock out punching power in this FNS, however; was not just what has been so far told to you. It was years before I was to come to meet a man by the name of Gary Stone, who put me onto the most powerful secret, at the time, in the known universe, regarding eternity cycles. For the few out here who've ever heard of the 'Sidewalk Scientist', a really cool dude who had a wild great television show, aired on the Public Broadcasting Network for a number of years recently; and Wilson Jessup was quite the amateur sketch artist. He had drawn a sketch of this man, and it was not until I saw the show for the second time, as I have seen it three times now I believe, once down here in Florida, once at my trailer before the family kidnapped me, and once while in the house of Judge Rasso on Middle Road, in Hammonton, New Jersey. I heard him telling Peter not only that he would have to take me to the future in some wild psychic-trance, but that he had a cousin who had put him onto how to do this to me, and that he needed to in fact do this to me, before we parted ways forever, until 1965 came back again in the eternity-cycle, and then more adjustments could be made next time as they are each time. This is a near word for word paraphrase, a good 95% verbatim, would be my best guess if forced to give such a speculative opinion. Now more things were told on top of that; but you would need to be a real fan of Morgan Freeman, or a fan of the Science Channel on Comcast Cable Television, and watch those shows he narrates called, ''Through the Wormhole''. But one thing I will remember clear as a ringing large bell over miles of open fields, until the day I expire as me right now; Wilson when referring to his cousin, said that she and I would have a very weird infatuation with each other, and that we would be a part of each other's lives forever, without ever being together, well, except for one time, three and a half years from now. Peter starred at him, and I then made my presence known at the stairwell landing, as I needed to, as behind me, were a couple of house-attendants, and they would have moved all of us along down to the lower floor area, along with Miss Wescott, and Salvador Ventura. Now three and a half years later would put the timing at a real Yogi Berra argument to say the least; and on top of that one, Mister Takingitfromthecheckoff; he was not shy about mentioning the area of this person, his second cousin four times removed or some wild distant order like this, but talk about all these royal pain in my ass television shows, such as Misses Durham Huntington, if I can get Mike McNulty going just a little bit here, good people. Then there was Delmo Cifaloglio and Darius Evans of the Hyperspace Dreamers Club, AKA the ESS. One day after he broke up with his wife, who also lived near Auntie Durham; he came onto the post one evening with his dam teenaged daughter who always used to stare at me every single time that she saw me, like she never saw a man before; and he read me the riot act for not being able to be in twelve nonillion places at once, like a hyper-electron. I know where that all came from, and then it was good-bye guard house a couple weeks later; and back into the hot and cold cruel elements where us poor guards now needed to work again, burning our own gas in our own cars, with no compensation; which beat the alternative of a heat stroke by summer, or freezing to frikkin' death by winter. This world is ugly, cruel, vicious, evil, monstrous, despicable, and vile to levels that are unfathomable to even most of the worst sinister devils that walk to and fro, amongst us all.

Right after my air conditioner failed again, and I began noticing and realizing that it had indeed happened all over frikkin' again; I decided to test my luck, using the method that I recently blogged about and told all of you how to work this. Over the past several weeks, my luck was a little off of my normal rotten average which ranges 44.7-47.7% instead of the normal 48.5-51.5%. Suddenly on this one day, my luck factor dropped an entire three percent, an unheard of possibility, although most all things do fall into a possibility factor. This dropped my actual day luck point from 45.1, down to 42.2%. I use a thousand wheels, by having 40 decks of playing cards, and 27 conversion charts, so wheel numbers are first the number of the card-deck, and then followed by the number of the conversion-chart. With slightly over 1000 various hypothetical roulette wheels, it does not get much more random. I doubt there are 1000 roulette wheels in all of Atlantic City. But this all happened after my air conditioner failed again, or really said properly, WAS HIT AGAIN; ILLEGALLY; BY MY ENEMIES OF THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I will tell you what I asked the GAWNUM, (GA-GA-KITTY) and what he told me. The answers are very wild, and I am still trying to understand them better and better. But I want this all on the MORIANITY RECORD FOREVER, or as long as possible!!!!!!!!!

WHY HAVE MY BLOG VIEWERS VANISHED AWAY FOR THE MOST PART, SINCE THIS DEATH SIEGE OF LAST AUGUST? PCN-572.

(1980) (WOMEN) (PENINSULA DRIVE) (CURLY) (MICHAEL JACKSON) (LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS SONG)

EXACTLY WHAT WAS BEHIND THOSE THREE WORDS UNDERLINED TWICE ON MY BLOG RIGHT BEFORE THE AUGUST 28, 2013 DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, THE WORDS BEING, 'SKATING', 'PRIVATE', AND 'NUMBER'? PCN-330.

(SON) (PATRICIA LANG) (MICHAEL SMITH) (AMY) (USING) (VOID INFINITY) (MARK MOHR WILL MAKE MONEY) (ADOLPH HITLER)

WHAT CAUSED THIS HORRENDOUS NASTY SUPER BOTBAR DAY ON SEPTEMBER SEVENTEENTH OF 2013, WITH PROPERTY DAMAGE, ANNOYING NABES, DEATH ANDROIDS/ANGELS ALL OVER, BROKEN AIR CONDITIONER, SUPER BAD MAGNETICS AND NEGATIVE LUCK TEST SCORING? PCN-341.

(FLORIDA STATE) (LOST LOVE SONG)

WHAT EXACTLY IS THE PROBLEM WITH MY AIR CONDITIONING UNIT? PCN-495

(PICTURE PUZZLE) (PRETTY JOY TOOL) (ROBERT ANDREWS) (LOVE) (TALL) (TAYLOR COTTAGE) (GODS) (SARAH JACOBSON) (CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR) (JEEP) (DIVA) (NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY)

To give my wonderful frikkin' Morians a general idea of how my LUCK-TEST-SCORES altered on a dime, I will give you an average of the 13 through the 16 day in September, then I will give you just the day number 17 L.T. 10 SCORES.

Averaged scores, 13, 14, 15, 16: Rounded off after this four day averaged period, -2, +10, -7, +4, +10, +5, -3, +4, -15, +6. This totals out to a +12.

Luck Test Scores from ten tests taken, all on September the seventeenth: Nothing needs to rounded off, nothing is averaged, -5, -7, -10, -11, -9, -15, -13, -13, +4, -2.

This totals out to a -79.

This is a difference in one quick day, so huge, that if you do not have some math under your belt, you'll never even start to GET IT, no dam offense meant, hay there's plenty of things that I cannot do. I can't whistle, I don't know how to socialize, and the list of my frikkin' failings are as long as Lex Loo Thor and his mighty super arm from late in the dam seventies, so that was no cut on anyone. Still, I know how deadly ass serious these figures represent, and things for me folks are deadly ass bad, so I am holding on with my eyes closed; and I'd drink a quart of rattle snake venom if someone could prove to me it would cure my nightmare problems. Come to think of it, I suppose that it would. Fuck your stupid ass 'ODF' hack, jerk offs. Now on with the show, KAL-EEE-O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember that in parallel universes that are far in the future referenced to this one where here in 2013; are going to contain many ESS GROUPS. ESS stands for, in Morianity, and not necessarily in their reality, Exploratronic Supermind Society. I told you about the SERWA-5, as I term them, the five types and in order of importance. Then I mentioned that below all of them lays a group that just do this, sort of like comparing the music industry with all the millions of home basement studio indie-record-label folks, that all totaled up together, make up more than 90% of the actual pie in the music bizz, but before you small fries get all excited about that; the 10% of that slice, makes 90 or more percent of the money; no differently than the Wall Street deal, and with OCCUPY; and how they have told how the 99-1 deal all works out. Mike Walters in 1980 at the RPL Sound Studios said it best. We're not gonna' do a diddly squeaking thing to change any of this. So folks, I am merely a messenger, you know; reporting these news items to you, not making them. If I had my way, the entire dirt bag ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, ALL OF IT; WOULD BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT, and completely destroyed forever. If outsiders knew how totally dirty it all was, you would see as I see; and know, that perhaps we all live in a demonic world, but this one part of it will always be the undisputed champion and ever reigning KING DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Outwardly they say they are against bullying for one example, like with those Hillary Duff commercials. Yet look at how they relentlessly use me, tease me, poke all manner of fun at me; and I could go on and on for a solid frikkin' year, with my sad and true war stories, with these satanic mother lovers. None of this is my point or motive for the blog of today. Let me therefore move things right along, good folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, these amateurs of the ESS, work alone, traveling, doing their own thing, not working for the most part and in many cases at all, with the collective of this ESS. Still, as with all things, the big powerful part of the ESS may indeed be the smaller actual numbers of the completeness of this travelers group. It may be a 90-10 thing or even more, maybe a lot more than even 99-1 as with the economics and Occupy deal, but whatever it is, and given sufficient time; even the amateur groups form eventual alliances as they go along. Some indeed may choose to join one of the 5 accepted traveler-groups, and some may merely join with them here and there, when it suits them to in fact do this; and other times, work alone and stealthfully. But common sense tells anyone who has lived here on earth and witnessed the way that things appear to be bent towards dark and evil things a lot more than this diametric opposition; and common sense among anyone who knows about the ESS, has long figured out just what the religious folks are discussing in bibles and teachings; when talking about things of a 'satanic or demonic' nature, or evil, and wickedness, and sin; and all of that; and all of this boils down; without any help from Hans Water Brinker Silver; and winning any races or successful operations; to the reality that many of these non-5 parts of the ESS, could be labeled, not all of them, but many of these individualized worker bees in this system, as DEMONITRONS. It takes two very descriptive words, and couldn't merge them together any better for all the gold in Fort Knox, if there is any in there. Also, a really gifted person can see another powerful truth going on here, folks. Our present day internet, is a quintessential fun-house, for these demonitrons.

Now for a large part of the the lessons that will expand on Morianity Parts 1-5, here in Part-6.

As you begin to unlearn all you now think you know, and see Morianity's truths, especially about DREAMS, HYPERSPACE, and EXPLORATRONS; what will be coming up next, will grow so clear and so wild for you, that you will literally want to form small clicks and groups, meet secretly to avoid sociological ostracizing that would absolutely follow otherwise, make no bones about it; and meet to discuss this stuff, printing out each chapter of Morianity, and studying it with scrutiny, even improving on it within your own individual clicks and clubs as you wish; as I never said that I am God, nor do I ever plan to. As you become skilled in seeing things in the true real way, you then will want to begin inviting yourselves, into the great EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. I don't care if you're a fan of paranormal activity, Ufology, Science, multiple religion and philosophy, and what have you. All is the same, and sameness is the all, as the only realness is the nothing, the great void where we all exist at, without time, without space, without anything; pure existence without any interaction. This is where we all dream out from, and can then set up individual pieces of our so called selves on an astral plane, or a spirit world, the world of the invisible, the deep invisible subatomic. From here, we eventually need to recharge after an eventual expenditure of energy, causing us to dream further down into what is known as the multiverse. This is a five dimensional plane that contains all of the virtually limitless individual universes of space-time. Since all this first passes through the sixth dimensional MIND REALM, on the way out of the void and into the highest layers of the LAWTRON REALM, now we can have individual selves to dream into infinite hyperspace as, yet still, all is really one, and it exists in and as this great void, so nothing is ever going to go anywhere, or disappear, it is here, and so, it always has been and will be. Time is only a reality for us while we live in the hyperspace as the many many us's that we are, in so many countless parallel universes. But here is where I need to take things one step beyond where I have ever gone as far as telling my own personal secrets and how all this stuff relates to my own personal life as me right now. You see, I am in inventor in my spare time, a tinkerer might be a bit more of an accurate statement. I hold no patents. Today you need to be wealthy to have patents, it is a very expensive operation. Still, I have made and built and put together many things in my nearly 59 years as Mark Wayne Mohr. I admit to hating the EW for all the horrible stuff that they have done to me, and they laugh and think I'm a joke to pick on and bully; and then have the audacity to run those Lizzy McGuire commercials, admitting to being the epitome of hypocrites. Still, we need not go here on this blog. When I was angry for all that was stolen from me, and all the things that were done to me by this demonic sick Lambrigg Cult and its Earthly doppelganger, the EW; I decided to figure out a way so that eventually, we could all strap on a keyboard, and it would be the ultimate music computer. You could make it make any sound and do anything possible, any type of sound, any possible voice or combo of them, any possible sound of instruments or made up instruments, any kind of percussion, any kind of effect, any kind of complex arrangements, all from a simple played tune and several CD or whatever media of the times type of loaded in stuff that would plug into the side, and voile; one person with a keyboard in front of him or her, sounding like the greatest band and the greatest vocalist ever alive on the Earth. Well, I have come closer and closer to completing this invention that has been worked on piecemeal since 1980, and called by me ever since then as well, ''Keyboards From Petahell or KFP ®. But this invention good peeps out here, has a major built in gigantic hyperspace problem, and I need to explain that to you; as it has effected my entire life, and I know that beyond any possible shadow of a doubt. By sampling and copying or creating voices, you will do more than just this, as just because society and science, may not have caught up yet, to knowing and fully understanding what I'm about to tell here. Electrons are energies or charged particles that live in the quantum worlds, because they are subatomic particles, and in the quantum worlds, two powerful things are happening. An ever present escape from the void into dream-outs is an event happening all around the worlds of the quanta; and as a result; something far beyond what can be blogged, is effecting all of us at various times. For one thing, there are an unlimited amount of non-existors, and only a finite area of reality to contain them. There is absolutely no more room for one more non-existor. We are all existers, we exist; to never fit into the area of the non-existor. We must exist, it is the most horrendous truth imaginable, but people see truth in total reverse; wishing and hoping for a hell beyond any biblical description, that already does exist for you. All these things that are taking place right outside of the void infinity, is why the quantum worlds appear to work as they do, basically, not work at all, and not behave in any predictable manner, and so on. This would take a ten year course in a major university, and is not what Morianity is trying to get across, so let me skip around now, and make Mizz Terry Egghead from the Jersey Harbors nice and pissed off for the day.

An Astral word for my invention back in 1980, KFP, is the Enzemeter. On the Olympian Province on the Astral Plane or Phase-2-Reality, the English language letters of ENZ is sort of like our word of ENDS as in that really does END all. It is a signification of a completeness and wholeness. It is the everything in anything. That would be an Astral Webster Dictionary definition as best as I am capable of doing anyway. The part that follows the ENZ is the EMET, meaning on this realm of the spirit-world, perfect harmony or tuned timing, the absolute nth degree of vibratory pitch and timing and side-tone, or said better, greatest possible combination of arrangements for any and all melody played. Then any time the last part or syllable of a term/word, ends with the letters of ER in English, it signifies that all becomes complete and in absolute perfection, when the joining of the player and the instrument are engaged. Originally, I hated these bastards in the music industry so much for ripping off so much of my stuff and laughing at me and getting scott free away with it all, that I wanted to build something to literally put them all out of business. In my own way, I do feel that I have forever taken a chunk out of these heartless greedy rotten criminal dark hearted bottom feeding low life, with just what synthesizers have all done over these past 33 years since 1980, not that I invented them, merely the concept of building the ultimate musical computer, worn in front of the player, appearing as a large lightweight keyboard, with a sort of spongy front so it sits out in front of the user, and has handles so that it literally is strapped to a user like a backpack, only the unit then sits directly in front of the user, with adjustable straps for an individual's height and comfort. The problems all came however, when you forget to take into consideration, that every person alive right here, is a famous great rock star, in many many other parallel universes somewhere. I don't care if it is some mass murderer in prison, or a janitor in an old factory who barely can speak from too much smoking. This is here, but hyperspace contains a multiverse of unlimited other doppelgangers of all the things that are here, all the you's and all the me's, and we are talking numbers with zeros after them that would stretch out past the moon. Concentrically, take every great person here, and millions of other universes exist where they are in prison, or they are flipping burgers, or they are clerks in an office. They may even be your son, your mother, your husband, your sister, whatever. No one alive has any real appreciation of the size of the multiverse, and hyperspace. But when you invent a machine like KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL; forces begin to work around you that are very unbelievable. I could be 50 million more words with this, while just shaving a little bit of peach fuzz ice, off of this berg folks. But I have no intention of going on with this any further on this blog. This blog was merely to open new doors, and then as always; we will explore the rooms at a later time. There is so much for me to tell you, and we all have forever to learn it, so don't sweat that one for a single second, folks.

THE STORY OF MY MOTHER IN 1976, WRITTEN BY HER IN 1977, WILL BE TOLD WITHIN A FEW MORE BLOGS.

THIS IS ALL VERY RELAVANT TO ALL THE OTHER POWERFUL THINGS THAT ARE PART OF MORIANITY. MOST OF YOU WILL SEE WHY WHEN YOU READ IT, AND PUT IT ALL TOGETHER. I'LL BE PRINTING HER WORDS VERBATIM.

Hey Jayjay Evans, what can I say? Life totally sucks bigger pricks than KW's. That is about all that I can say. Whoooaaaaa, I hate this horrible bullshit more than I can say, all oldie but goodie tunes notwithstanding, yo!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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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

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Patterns cannot be ignored. Recently, as soon as one of these mother fucking asshole annoying nabes, either in unit 605 or unit 707, begins making loud and intentionally harassing noise against me, so does the other one. Just past noon, my upstairs mother fucking pricks in 707 started throwing furniture all around again, Sheriff sir. Then a few minutes later, that fat slob ILLEGAL GUEST of the lady in 605 began slamming the door incredibly fucking hard. I knew I would be eating dogshit before this happened, because ninety minutes earlier, give or take, the MILITUFORCE shot me with a MAJOR FUCKING DEATH BEAM ASSAULT, totally fucking up my goddamn heart rhythm, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, what a totally mother fucking screwed up world we live in. I know you agree with me, Sir 99-Bombs-PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh what to do with it all, Mister Mike McNulty, kind sir from autumn of 1971; YO BRRRRRR! Hey PH, YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Me' buckin' ears are under me buckin' hat, Mister DLS of the mighty and quite illustrious COOLEY FOOLEY HH HALLucinogenic HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes another mother fucking DEATH ANGEL ATTACK ON MY RIGHT SIDE, AT 4 MINUTES SHY OF FUCKING CUNT TWO OF THE DAMN ASS CLOCK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

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No folks, I didn't care, and I always knew it would happen. There was simply zero shock or surprise factor here. “I already knew it”, oh wonderful, marvelous,great, terrific, 1983 United States Copyright © Office. I had no 'L.C. pliens' whatsoever, of mother freaking returning to any GAMBLING CASINOS. I was merely proving to this ignorant and quite blind EARTH-PLANET that indeed, NEGAMAGGING IS VERY REAL, and is absolutely true, and happening to me, in my life; ever since 1986, where the practice of PARALLEL EVENT has been illegally misused and abused by powerful HALLS FAWCES, to obtain an objective. 'HURT POOR ME WITH ENDLESS SIEGE AND PERSECUTION, AND IT BLESSES THEIR WICKED CAPITALISTIG EVIL EMPIRE'. This is why the most wonderful man in the US GOVERNMENT, Senator Bernie Sanders, HATES WALL STREET, AND THEIR EVIL DEMONIC GREED, every bit as much as the Mountainpen does, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My very annoying TRIAD-NABES FROM HELLishness HELicopter 'HELL' (DOGTOWN), are really hitting me this summer, with a lot of activity and noise, and the doors seem to always have some weird mother frickin' affinity for being slammed at around three, both in the A.M. as well as in the damn ass P.M. This is just reality son, & Mister Dennis Snyder; you old 'fake cousin' you!!!!!!!!! Still, I'd surely like to know, and it definitely has something to do with the privileged thugs across from me, who are permitted to have two damn ass apartments here in this building; me' kind and awesome wonderful illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR. Wild initials you have, exactly like that college coed Mizz 1997 'wild-dreamed' Publishers Clearinghouse freaking Prize-Patrol winner!!!!!!! For almost an entire decade, these thugs across from me always go in and out at THREE, or close to 3, in both meridians, Sheriff, sir, and their loud illegal guests can really SLAM THE DOOR TOO, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

I awoke out of even more horrible rotten dreaming-interactions today then I did from yesterday's soul traveling experiences while my body lay recharging in my bed. I had two separate horrendous damn ass nightmares. The first one was in a large recording studio where in this world here, I had never been in before, nor did I know any of the people that my double (doppelganger) was interacting with 'over there' in that alternate parallel reality of fifth dimensional hyperspace, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to do a brand new version, or my other-me did, of my 1983 Atco, New Jersey song, called, “Don't EF Around With Magnetics”. Suddenly I heard them play it back to me as it was done in 'absensha'. Mister Mike Lousy Soft Hell-wrecker Spellchecker won't help me to correctly spell the word that I underlined and typed in the color GREEN, but you all know it since I pronounced it the way it would sound. In other words, I had it transferred from an original old cassette tape, and came back for a modernized version that these musicians claimed they would do for me after charging my parallel world me, a hefty ass grand. When they played it for me, it was horrible. The sound quality was nowhere near state of the art, but beyond that, it was not my song at all, and it sounded like a Beatles song, and it was sung by them too. I was asking why they did this to me, and they were shocked that I didn't like it and wasn't awed and completely satisfied with their product. I said to someone whom I was with, in a whispered voice, “I spend a fortune, and get this garbage”. An employee of the sound studio overheard me as he walked by, and he then went on to whisper to the engineer what he heard me say, and I heard him do this. The engineer came over and yelled at me and said t me, “You gave us a lousy old tape and now you expect a miracle”? I said back to him, “Come on now, the tape has nothing to do with it, it is plenty good enough to hear the song and then you were supposed to do a great version of it, Phil Specter style, as you said you would”. He then took my tape out of his pocket and it was all broken and the inside tape was in shambled and broken out of its cassette shell housing. He said to me, “There's your garbage, Mark”. I walked out of there with my friend, and that was that. He yelled over to me as I was about to close the studio door and leave for the hallway and the exit door, “Aren't you gonna' take your song with you that we did”? I yelled back, “Keep the rotten thing yourself, it isn't my song, yo”!

Then half an hour or so waking world time here where my body is in a bed, my soul traveled off to the second part of the nightmare. Suddenly I am in a room and a person who is in authority tells me that there is a warrant for my arrest on some weird traffic violation from decades ago. I thought he was joking with me, but when I got to a police station and had it checked out, I suddenly had to place my hands behind my back, and was not only cuffed in the front, but also double shackled with ankle bracelets. I was carted off to the County Jail and told that I would have to do somewhere between seven and ten days in jail, and that there was no bond at all. I was with horrible people, and some gorgeous young AA female about age twenty years, got into a fight right next to me, and there was blood all over the place. A lot more stuff happened as well. It was a horrible double bubble nocturnal interaction, (nightmare) or (spirit-travel hyperspace experience), however anyone would wish to word the event, Mizz ROSE SHAKESPEARE, YO YO YO!

*************BER **, 2015,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:57,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-79/L-70).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 72%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 82.

WIND IS ENE AT 13, WITH GUSTS TO 25.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0012.

THE PREDICTED HIGH FOR TODAY IS 80 DEGREES!

Unfortunately the low nineties and feeling over a buck with the heat-index, is more like where we're freaking at right now in the so-called ENDLESS-NOW-PRESENT, where I am STM-PERCEIVING it to be the afternoon of Thursday, August the 8^th, in 2000 and nineteen; oh lovely Cooley HHH Hall, Misses MAROLA from 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE.

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

KEEP FLYING, LOVELY OLD GLORY, AND THE BEST TO MISTER SIR SAMUEL HUNTINGTON, WHO HAPPENS TO BE ME' OL' GREAT GRANDPAPPY NUMBER 7, YO!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

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Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the anti-hack procedure. OK I'm back, EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

Now you can live 100 years and for reasons that so far elude my reception of Morianity, and this is a lot of it; I still cannot say why this is. But then there are others who begin getting over loaded practically, with Morianity, as early as age one and two years. Again, as to the Y'S of all of this; maybe you'll end up beating me at figuring that out, or just ''getting it'' in a Morianity-Knowing some day, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir Chester-Frank, of NO-JOYSEY, my BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh yes great folks, sometimes we all need to just admit that things suck, and not play-hero like a bunch of phony ass-wipes. Put the true face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total shit for the most part, and let lovely beyond white-hot Twinbay, of Egg Harbor Township, NJUSAESMWG, be goddess damned straight into Dogtown-USA or without the USA, just damned to HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! “HELL and MURDER”; huh Psyche Myrathus, YO???

My best to your pals from 'wherever'.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir Chester-Frank, yo!!!!

Yes sir/ma'am; Put the true face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total brown-stench for the most part!!!!!! GEE WHIZ.

Just who are you laughing at, BUD???????

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was a man up in Elm, New Jersey, next to Mullica Township and Hammonton, as you would drive westerly from his house, and with or without my daughter's wonderful driving instructions at age 14 and ESS-Whatever; but he used to say to me a lot as we spoke; as he would say things, such as concerning the questionable honesty to a fault, of my Cousin Donald the great, huh Jeb Casinos Bush, and I'll quote him, kind folks; “That's just reality, son”!

Yes FBI; this mother freaking major PH HACK is very mother freaking annoying, not to mention a BLATENT MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION; when you know it is being continuously done to interfere with me trying to get my nightmare freaking story out to this planet, under my guaranteed American freedoms, and rights to indeed do so; and you're knowing about it, and then you're ever lasting permitting, of all of my rights to indeed be totally and viciously freaking violated, for thirty years; day after day after day after day after day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll say one thing for the Great & Powerful and lovely appearing, Dawn-Marie King; and that is, I would love to take daily showers in her delicious slobber. When she used to get in my face and scream at me, she had no idea how wonderful and awesome it was to literally drown in her love juice, flowing like blissful rivers, into my face and all over my parched dry pathetic lips. Like mother freaking beyond W—O—W Mister 34-R.H.M!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

I always had a secret fantasy of Joe's fiance' Elisa, busting into my room, and having her way with me, the way her dam fiance' Joe's distant CUZZ-PAULA did, three times, in 1967, in 1969, and in 1996. LIKE 'WO', BILLY H. Timing, planning, how the danger hovers. When you know, they know you know!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark and SSJKK know the diction all right, Mister Mass Shooters and all great recent symbolism, huh great FEDS? I tried to tell you all dots connect, and you all freaking back burner laughed and mocked me the way the cops all do, in real life, and on TV as well, YO!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!

You're just now beginning to realize how clueless Mister Poolroy-95 and all of you, really have been about me, all along, YO dudes! Good old gravigain hypertronics, yo!

Laugh all you want to, people. She said that Goddess will get me for this, back on the telephone, from the great island of NO JOYSEY, known as LBI after Dave Roth and I began that invented abbreviation in early 1986.

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER ELEVEN

OH THE MIGHTY MCGUIRE-CALLIO FAMILY, HUH WAYV-FM-NJ-USA?

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

“That's just reality, son”!

Yeah bud, it sure is, and so is Cuzz Donnie boy's great honesty. You sure got that one totally ass wrong, fake-cuzz! Like a big ass super WOW!!!!!!!!!!

SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every mother freaking time that I went to the ocean, and parked my car at the RESORTS INTERNATIONAL HOTEL CASINO parking garage, to use the beach near Paula King's properties; casino parking lots, and WAYV-FM radio station on the boardwalk; SHE TEASED ME BY HAVING THEM PLAY THAT HORRIBLE FREAKING SONG ABOUT TOM REALE AND ME IN 1970, “FEEL REAL”, and she knew very well how ofter Mister David Roth used to joke with me over the phone about this, all through the early and middle nineteen goddessdamn nineties, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her dad teased me too that day with the water hose when I parked to use the beach right there at what used to be then, the KING DAVID HOTEL. If I wasn't so important to these HALLS FAWCES (MILITUFORCE), then would all of this mother frickin' crapola be going on like this, decade in and decade out, every single freaking day, for half a century or more now, oh wonderful awesome and quite lovely and illustrious MISSES COOLEY HHH HALL MAROLA, YO YO YO YO, SCHOOL PLAYS ON MEMORIAL DAY OF 1969 ALL NOT WITHSTANDING HERE, OH ROTTEN WORLD? Paula tried to kill me before at a SUPER WALMART PARKING LOT, when I was with my coworker, Mister ARTHUR SOOOOOOOOOOOO CRANE, in 1994, shortly after moving into the mysterious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, of good old symbolic Mister James Redfield WILL I AM ST OWN, IN NO JOYSEY; and with or without any pizza pie faces, or Toby-Couches, from very distant, and quite weird locales, of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, yo yo yo!!!!

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OH BOY, WHAT A BUNCH OF MOTHER FREAKKING DOGtownish DOGSTENCH THIS NIGHTMARE IS. LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!

GGGGGGGEE I am so frikkin stupid, I don't have a dam ass clue what's going on all these rotten ass years, folks! These dirt bag freaking Callio's, right Fred Tandy Winstein? And how 'bout those METS and NICKS, and for that matter yo, how 'bout those great biblical and perhaps more secret non-biblical more recent times KINGS?????????????

Paula and Pau000501582 and Sarah, and the entire clan of the McGuire Super-natural's from DOGTOWN, AKA HELL in real truth: McGuire pulled a totally unexplainable stunt that day a week or so before good old YARRRRRRRRROWEEN of 2006, and I know the entire LEO COMMUNITY knows all about it, especially the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, YO. But then there are all the other magical card thinking Copperfield stunts, such as getting me to know that SHE would be on that street on July 12 AGAIN, in 1997, there SHE was. Then a decade or so later on, POW, SHE does it all over again that night when SHE was 'deejaying' at her own WAYV station, and suddenly influenced me somehow to tune in. She and Dave Copperfield have some wild power that goes beyond any normal Earthly magic, and IPYT, Sheriff Mascara sir. Paula King is NOT OF THIS WORLD, AND I THINK SHE IS PATTY HOLLISTER AS WELL, BUTTERCHEESE and a BIG ASS MICROSOFT HELLWRECKER BUTT AND but, SHE is only these two peeps and some others, BECAUSE OF THE WAY HYPERSPACE CAN BE USED by experienced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, (T3E) for short. The real one entity who is 'dominating and inside and controlling' these women, is the true T3E who is organized and used by HALLS FAWCES, that Morianity calls the MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

Laugh at me all you want to, mother frikkin' world, because MY LIFE'S EXPERIENCES have shown me that I am totally absolutely and 100% CORRECT in all of thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz lovely Susan AMC-1983 Lucci, yo! So a big fatass WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE will again go out to the great SIR CHESTER-FRANK who most definitely knows who he is but has friends who tell me to call him by other identities. GEE, those endless freaky patterns never ever stop rearing their ugly ass whittle heads, do they, rotten ol' world?

My buccaneers, lady? They're underneath me' buckin' hat, LADY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, FONTANA!!!!!!

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So long now to ALL HYPERSPACE ALTERNATE JIMMY STUARTS OF THE EARTH-PLANET, YO. ANOTHER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MAY BE IN ORDER HERE, YO!

WE ALL LOVE GOOGLE, ASK IT ANYTHING, IT KNOWS, DAD!

So long now to ALL HYPERSPACE ALTERNATE JIMMY STUARTS OF THE EARTH-PLANET, YO. ANOTHER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MAY BE IN ORDER HERE, YO!

What we don't love however, or at least I know I don't love by any stretch, is NOISY HORRIBLE INCONSIDERATE DIRT BAG and most definitely MIND CONTROLLED EVIL DEMONIC NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)!

The death siege on me today began with an early mother frikkin' morning FIRE ALARM. Then for the rest of this morning, it has been constant enemy TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN and their incessant SATANIC NOISES. Hammering on my walls and furniture moving. It is truly impossible to know which neighbor is doing exactly what, but I absolutely know that both the trash bag subskummites are involved, UNIT NUMBER 605 NEXT DOOR TO ME, AS WELL AS UNIT NUMBER 707 UPSTAIRS FROM ME.

What I said to my Camp Counselor back in the late nineteen-sixties applies perfectly and completely here, folks. “This is ridiculous”! Totally, absolutely, completely, and most definitely and unadulterated absurdity and ridiculousness, yo. Or is it? The MILITUFORCE has used nabes from hell to screw with me and destroy my peace of mind no matter where I ever go and live, ever since I was still a mother freaking young boy, and not one thing has altered or changed with time. No human group by itself could possibly ever be behind such a lengthy and unrelenting plan or goal, and that leaves some magical and or unknown force, and hence, Morianity's M2F, or the MILITUFORCE for cryin' out freggin' loud, yo. How long are you going to allow this ELDER ABUSE to go on around me; oh great and wonderful SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR?

[ 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, my enemy neighbors in UNIT #605, and UNIT #707, who are viciously persecuting me with NOISE, and BRINGING ME ENDLESS COLONIES OF COCKROACHES AND RODENTS, AND DAMAGING MY BATHROOM PLUMBING WITH WHATEVER IT IS THAT THEY ARE DOING. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. 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

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I FELL UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN THERMONUCLEAR TRIAD NABE ATTACK, and for the past week or more, the dirt bag privileged nabes directly across from me that are allowed to have two apartments here, are also in and out continuously, and quite annoying with 24 hour doors going off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES SHERIFF, THIS IS A FULL BLOWN TRIAD ASSAULT!!!!!

So let's get down to cases, and leave no holds barred, and no punches pulled. This will now take us into the realm of opening up some really wild areas of the REAL LIFE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may call this my quintessential counterstrike for making this day another off the freaking scale nightmare SUPER BOTBAR ASSAULT DAY, with unfathomable ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Call it whatever you like or do whatever you wish. Sawn all of you, yo! First off, Jim Burr and Patricia Hollister were the two tools and instruments used by HALLS FAWCES as well as the MILITUFORCE, to carry out this outlandish Dogtownism on me for more than four decades now, but others were also involved, such as Zvonko the mysterious inventor friend of Jim Burr, as well as the Atlantic City beach alchemist friend of Patty H.H.H. I do not claim that any of these four 'people' or whatever they may truly be in my waking world physical dimension, are the only players, 'BUTTERCHEESE', and BIG ASS BUTT, and but, THEY ARE INDEED THE KEY PLAYERS, BRAND NEW ONCE, AND NOW QUITE OLD. Beginning with one of these four, the lovely Patty H.h.h., who had the physical strength of a goddamn fully grown bull on steroids, lifting four-hundred pound couches single handed, taking them from my apartment at Dellway Arms in Oaklyn, New Jersey, out to Santa Claus's moving truck, when not being otherwise engaged far up north even beyond lovely Canada, in the service of children everywhere; Alligator Haters Anonymous-Alligator Haters Anonymous-Alligator Haters Anonymous- Alligator Haters Anonymous, or (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA), I plan to tell some very interesting things that I am starting to remember better after blocking so much for so long, huh Mister David Leigh All Hallows Eve School Projects Smith, from the illustrious and powerful non-OZ COOLVOICEARL COOLEY HALLucinogenic HALL HIGH HELL, OH LOVELY MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM, YO!!!!!!! Let's freaking discuss Jim Burr and the alchemist from the Atlantic City beaches, as well as what happened when I went on a real 1986 crusade, to pass out religious tracts in the great almighty city of Gloucester, in Camden County, New Jersey, right down Broadway from the great, soon to be interacted with by me quite frequently, Camden County Prosecutor's Office; and the great and illustrious Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA. All of these things fit into a perfect pattern, and all things everywhere are in a perfect and complete pattern. We may not always see the patterns, but it is funny how hindsight indeed is so wonderfully clear, and shows us all so many powerful realities all the time, after of course, it is always way too damn ass late, Mister Ernie © Merker, of the RPL Studios of Camden, New Jersey.

First off, reiterating what was said earlier this year in my Morianity, back on June 13^th, and then moving on from there; Dave Smith, the greatest of many mysterious Cooley-Hall educators that I now believe are all a part of a super secretive and stealthy group chapter, known as by Morianity, the Educational Department of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society), sent me on a wild project to the Haddonfield Library, a short walk across a wooded park from the school, to do a project on the origins of Halloween. I know that I have blogged this somewhere in the first one, or two, or three years of my original Morianity blog works, telling a little bit of how he wanted me to go there with another student, John Gillerlain, and research this, and that student came to work in the nineteen eighties, at the very same licorice plant in Camden, New Jersey, that many of these wild and super powerful freaking things all went down, including the uncontrollable crying fits, outside the Mafco door, near the employee parking area, at the Jefferson Street plant called, Mac Andrews & Forbes!!!! I saw him working there when I went back there working under Sergeant King of Winslow Township, oh lovely long dark haired Mizz Marie Ciancio. Oh yes, he was so right, I should have “furthered my education”, and I know that only too well, great wonderful Saint Lucie County Florida DPA Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, good old 'Dream-on Doctor' John Gillerlain! Yes, dream on, Aunt Geraldine 'I'm Impressed' Snow Mason, from 1971, and educator DLS! Yes, you only came to freaking totally prove my point of just how wrong you were about mathematics being so impersonal; oh great wise soul, Mister Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thing fits 100% perfectly into a pure and precise pattern and rhythm of mathematics! What can I say here, Mister JAYJAY EVANS, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????????????

But now let us further delve into the great beach-man of mystery from 1974 who performed other fantastic David Copperfield feats of unexplainable and unfathomable dog stenches that day, and then as soon as I walked back to my rooming-house on Stenton Avenue in Atlantic City, POW, I had become totally enlightened quite magically, WITH 'THE LAW OF 1', AND YES SPELLCHECKER, YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT THERE, AS I TYPED IN THE WORD 'THE', THEY SHOWED ME THE WORD OF THERMONUCLEAR!!!!!!!!!! All things sure fit together, just as I said a short while ago.

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, NOW THE DOORS ARE GOING OFF LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW, SHERIFF SIR. I LIVE IN A TOTAL HELLHOLE!!!!!!!! THINGS ARE BEYOND MOTHER FREAKING THERMONUCLEAR FOR ME TODAY, AND FOR SOME TIME, WITH MY NABES FROM HELL IN HERE; SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!! YESSIR, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY A MAJOR OFF THE SCALE:

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THE MILITUFORCE HAS STRUCK ME WITH ANOTHER MAJOR MOTHER FRIKKIN' HEALTH DESTRUCT ASSAULT ON MY BODY AS WELL AS ALL OF THIS OTHER DOG STENCH!!!!!!

I am going to report these pigs to the office staff again, since that seems to be al that I am able to do without ending up in jail myself. Gee willagars, what a horrible land I must live in, and this is of course totally the reason why this MILITUFORCE endlessly keeps me down and oppressed and poverty stricken no matter what I have ever attempted to do in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr for nearly 65 years now. It has a plan and an objective, it has a goal. Insanity does have a goal. The MILITUFORCE or these Astral-Plane gods are totally insane. Endlessness has a way of doing this to us!!!!

Exactly how does Halloween, Cooley Hall, Patty H.H. Hollister, and Atlantic City all tie together with Jim Burr, Zvonko the great inventor, and the David Copperfield mind transmitting BEACH ALCHEMIST, you ask me folks? Well, do you have about a year or so right now to learn all of thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Kane, or would you rather learn this in small sections? I think I know that answer. The following blogs will be dedicated to thisSSSSSSSSS because thisSSSSSSSSS is indeed the heart and soul of the entire Morianity Project. DIE-DIE-DIE, you're cat is telling me to die, lady. I often wonder if she isn't PHHH in the future of that parallel world where I was given the lottery number of the pick-3 Pennsylvania Lottery back in 1980. It may not be, or then, it could be. Hey for all I know, me buccaneers are underneath me' buckin' hat too, lady! 'Tricky teet-teet', as they say in Halloweentown, where many strange things do in fact go on there, Mister Crichton me' kind sir. Some peeps have the wild notion that the entire Astral-Plane has a foul odor. This is not the case. DOGTOWN is literally filled with sulfur mines and sulfur stench that would blow anybody away. This is why when we are given a DOGTOWN sentence and turned into creatures with tails that we humans now call 'dogs', Almighty Goddess SSJKK increases our sensory smell system by thousands of times, to even heighten the punishment. The stench of Dogtown is most definitely effecting outer regions all the way into certain distant outer parts of Halloweentown and the incredible dense forests in-between those areas. Sheriff, the door slamming is off the scale, sir, and I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911 IN A FEW MINUTES because IO CANNOT TAKE THIS ANY LONGER, SIR!!!!!!!

I will call 911 very soon, and it is my next door cow slut from unit #605, sir. She has a shopping cart outside of her door and is going in and out and slamming the door as hard as she can, the damn witch!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is no point trying to blog right now during this absolute DEATH SIEGE ON 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!

“THE END”, AND JUST AS

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THISSSSSSSSSS.