THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING
UTTERANCE
AND DYING
DECLARATION.
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, I WAS
MURDERED; SO HELP ME 'GOD' AND COUNTRY, ON
THIS SWORN OATH
I NOW TAKE WITH MYSELF, SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL
PROSECUTION
AND PERJURY
CHARGES
IF ANYONE EVER CAN PROVE THIS TO BE A LIE OR ANY INTENTIONAL ATTEMPT
TO DECIEVE, OR TO CAUSE ANY POSSIBLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF ANY FACTS
PRESENTED, ON
ANY OF MY ENTIRE FOURTEEN YEARS OF BLOGS
CALLED THE
'BOM',
THAT
BEGAN EARLY IN JANUARY
OF THE COMMON-ERA YEAR OF 2006.
PLEASE
TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR; AS IT IS
MEANT
TO BE TAKEN QUITE SERIOUSLY.
THANK
YOU VERY MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
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KENNETH
J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, OH GREAT WONDERFUL AND AWESOME KIND
SIR, I AM UNDER THE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST
ASSAULT EVER, SINCE MY ENTIRE
TIME I HAVE LIVED NOW IN YOUR WONDERFUL MARVELOUS GREAT FLORIDIAN
COUNTY, IN THIS TERIFFIC AND STUPENDOUS UNITED
STATES EMPIRE OF WEALTHY AND ROYAL
KING-MAFIA INTIMIDATING BILLIONAIRES, WHO 'RULE AND REIGN' SUPREME,
OVER ALL OF THE REST OF US POOR, PITIFUL, AND PATHETIC NOBLE
AND SURF POPULATION, ALSO
KNOWN AS (AKA) THE “HAVE-NAUTS”, AT LEAST AS
PRONOUNCED BY THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS AT&T
MIZZ BLAKE OF THE 1983 ANNOYANCE CALLER BUREAU, UP THERE IN
SUPER LOVELY NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!! I
TEND TO GET CARRIED AWAY WITH MY SARCASTIC FACETIOUS BEHAVIOR WHEN I
AM STRUCK THIS HARD DAY AFTER DAY WITH A RELELNTLESS DEATH ASSAULT,
WITHOUT ANY REMEDY OR VINDICATION WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!
This
wild nightmare DEATH SIEGE ON MEGA STEROID
BUCKETS can only be described as the authorities
being unwilling and or unable to prevent what is and has been being
done to and against me, for forty to fifty mother fucking
years now. This of course gives those diseased bastards with
unlimited power, an ABSOLUTE LEGAL LICENSE
to pull off this shit against me, without fear of reprise or
punishment in even the least little fucking cunt eating
way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
Mascara sir, I will need to go off and reboot. These
diseased filthy fucking pukes just DISABLED
MY MIKE SOFT HELL WRECKER SPELLchecker
SYSTEM AGAIN.
BUT YOU AIN'T HEARD NUTTIN' FUCKING YET SIR, SO
DO NOT GO ANYWHERE PLEASE, OH GREAT SIR. THANK-UUUUUUUUUUU as
is sometimes said up at the Harlem Sugar Hill
Eats place, not that far from Bruce
Pennock's (LENNOX) Avenue. My old original blogs from the
first two years will explain why I say these things, and it all makes
absolute sense, and no part of any of this are the delusions or made
up fantasies of a crazy wild madman nutcase, despite WFMU's
wonderful awesome opinions and commentaries, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
AUTOMOBILE WAS TOTALLED TODAY. It happened either at
the PUBLIX parking lot at the Virginia Avenue Mall, or else it
happened here at the Public Housing Authority
parking lot. Some evil rotten bastard
plowed into the passenger side rear of my car at high speed for any
parking lot, as most people know that 10-15
is the normal limit in any mother fucking lot, and there's NO
WAY IN CUNT LAPPING DOGTOWN
AKA (HELL), that this HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
amount of damage that was done, could have been done by any
vehicle moving at that slow rate of speed, as the entire rear
area is caved in as if someone threw a fucking stick of dynamite at
it. The car was only here or at Publix, and several days ago when I
went to my trunk to retrieve a six pack of Mountain-Dew Soda, the
damage HAD NAUT AS OF YET
HAPPENED, KIND SIR! I
observed it around just shy of three yesterday afternoon, when I came
out of the Fort Pierce Virginia Mall PUBLIX Grocery Store, with
a cart full of groceries. After coming back home and unpacking
my stuff, I of course immediately DIALED
911. Two very nice police officers came out and we went
downstairs to the car and they witnessed the event. Later on after
this I had another errand that needed to be taken care of, picking up
some new eyeglasses from my recently visited optometrist's annual
exam. The dude fitting me for the glasses was able to see my car in
the parking lot right outside a window from his view, and told me
that this is close to one thousand dollars of damage, and he is
knowledgeable on body shop repair and has close friends in that bizz.
He said that State Farm
would most likely replace the entire
rear area, since it was a
hit and run, but since the
police refused to create that almighty 'non-dollar' Leon Mitryk
'paper-trail'
on the incident, because I was unable to say for sure which of the
two spots that the 'accident' occurred at, and I know that without
that report, no insurance company will pay for the repairs.
Fortunately for me, the officers allowed me to
get into the vehicle and test my rear lighting systems, to
see if they had been effected by the damage, such as the
rear turn signals, the three brake lights, and the regular tail-light
system. ALL IS “OKAY”, Mister
John King, to quote your fave word
from late August or early September of 1996 in Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The book value on a 2004 Dodge-Neon car that
is not in perfect shape, and that is filled with numerous scratches,
key assaults, and dings, by evil criminal-enemies and demons in human
form; is at most the same amount of money that this damage done to me
would cost me to have repaired, hence the auto world's used word,
“TOTALLED”. At
least totaled in my case doesn't mean COMPLETELY DESTROYED, since
neither the electrical system or the engine were effected by this
monstrous hellish assault on me, one tiny iota whittle bit; me' kind
wonderful awesome SHERIFF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
quote the great Werther's Candies
in an antimatter parallel alternate world, this was most certainly
NAUT a little piece of bliss!!!!
Well,
I knew this was NAUT gonna' fucking be a
wonderful day, when I crawled out of bed around just a little
past eleven of the cunt lapping rotten ass diseased clock, back on
Friday MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!
Allow me to further enlighten all of you as to why “I
am saying that”, and
without ANY FUCKING FIRES, THRILLS OR
JOYS, DISNEY COMPANIES, OR MICHAEL CRICHTON'S either, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was in a fairly distant parallel alternate reality while physically
asleep, or as the world would word it, while
I was 'dreaming', and I was in a car, and someone who I
don't know from here in this dimension, but who I did know well, or
at least my doppelganger (double-self)
knew well over there, and we ended up in Atlantic City; and then we
were driving south to a neighboring shore town called Margate,
New Jersey, only the entire real estate was major
different in that parallel world, and incredible
huge buildings were all over the place,
both in Atlantic City
as well as in Margate,
and everywhere. Time won't allow me to get a lot more specific
on the details of my nocturnal-experience, but later on sometime, I
will indeed tell a lot more about it, as many
things were way too important to just dismiss this. For now,
the connections to this bad day are first, the
car ride jumps out. Whenever
I am in a car, something happens
over here to me that has to do with also
being in my CAR, perhaps not a full one hundred percent,
but I swear it is a large amount close to that
full 100. This is all how the gods
taught prophets such as Biblical Joseph and Daniel,
and others, to in fact interpret the TOWEL-SEEPAGE
EFFECTS (TSE) of the 5-D-transdimensional
hyperspace. It is absolutely real, and not what the APA head
shrinker folks insist that it is, all just a bunch of delusions and
hooey to think this way. You can believe them
OR THE BIBLE, and that is of course your
choice, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will no longer use the eye place I have been going to the last two
annual visits, as they are incompetent. Both times, the glasses are
completely fucked up and wrong. They were supposed to make me a pair
for close work and a pair for distance driving, and they fucked up
and made them both for close work. The diopter
power strength of them was also totally wrong, and I
cannot see worth a fucking shit close up, and am still using my old
pair for both close up and distance. Monday they will redo my two
pairs, using the same strength in my current
bifocal pair. I cannot get used to bifocal glasses. They
totally suck, and I much rather have the two separate pairs, and I
already paid them the additional fifty dollars, and the rest
was paid for by the annual eye allowance, through my
medical insurance plan with the wonderful Humana System. I am
supposed to contact them on Monday, and they will take the old
bifocal diopter powers and then they will create the two separate eye
glasses for me; and this is already paid for, but they insist that I
wait several days over the weekend, to see if the muscles in my eyes
adjust to them, and I already totally know
that they won't. But I do what I am told, even though this
is what they said last year, and I was too fucking stupid to insist
on getting this thing right, as after-all, I
am paying for this service. This is the endless story
of my life, not only far less money than average folks get
in life for me, but what little I do get, the
bang for my fucking cunt buck sucks and stinks and is far less
than the other people's bang on their mother fucking
dollars!!!!!!!!!!! And you're fucking
complaining on the Schuylkill Expressway, CUZZ DON??????????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Between
shortly past seven, and up through at least half past eleven on
Friday fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
the noisy scum balls next door to me, in apartment unit number 605,
were slamming
doors and shouting
in the fucking hallway, another indicator of a very bad
fucking horrendous day to go through, AKA a
SUPER BOTBAR!!!!
Another
major fucking indicator that things are bad or also translatable to
“FAWCES ALL AROUND ME BEING ACTIVATED AT HIGH
INTENSITY”, are when I am hit while out, with what Morianity
refers to as a GIANT-GIRLS ATTACK
everywhere, and yessir, this began the second
that I mother fucking parked at the PUBLIX
GROCERY STORE yesterday afternoon and started walking into
the place. Really gigantic huge and tall
sluts were literally crawling around
and just came out of the woodwork. It may seem stupid and
benign to you, but “I KNOW WHAT I
KNOW”, and I know this is a very real and VERY
POWERFUL reality around me. I have two other topics that
need to be addressed here, and so let me do a quick opener that later
on can be followed up with a lot more elucidation and detail!!!!
Let's get started in finishing up this blog so I may get my sorry
puny pitiful whittle ass into bed, and fall prey to whatever the
almighty HALLS-FAWCES have
planned for me transdimensionally in the incredible and unfathomable
fifth dimensional hyperspace!
First
folks, I came out of the fucking shower back on Thursday night at
about ten minutes shy of seven, and wanted to watch something on my
TV, and decided to try one of the so-called fucking COMCAST features
of my SXFTY-1-service. According to them, I can push the little blue
mic-prompt on my Comcast-Remote, and say “Go back twenty” and
then the system will go back in the program being watched, twenty
minutes. Well if it works, IT SURE DOESN'T MOTHER FUCKING COCK
SUCKING WORK FOR POOR WHITTLE MARK W. MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON M. That,
IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instead of doing this, it switched the program I was
viewing t channel 451 on the FXHD channel, a FOX CHANNEL, and I
rarely condescend to watching any FOX shit, since they are jerk off
TRUNP-LOVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whether these FOX MILITUFORCE ENEMIES did
this to me, or whatever actually happened when I used this so-called
tech feature that my service is supposed to have with the mighty
illustrious Comcast Company, is not at issue, although I suspect fowl
play since it did indeed go to the FOX channel and then froze there
until nearly five the next morning when I heard that little voice
again inside of me instructing me to try putting my shit back
together to see if it would finally become unfrozen, and it did.
Still, it was my own fault for trusting the technological bullshit
and using that stupid ass voice feature on my X1-Remote. That wiped
out my entire TV night yesterday, and I missed the Sundance L&O
shows that were on. Then I blogged and I talked about the “cornfield
voice” such as the same one that told me many things through many
decades, and one being “HA HA, just wait until the fourth of next
June”! This of course was heard in my head in the autumn of 1982
and then the following year 1983, on that date, at precisely 10:30
P.M., I began to choke to death for absolutely no rational rhyme nor
reason, just as THE VOICE spoke that gloom and doom prophecy to me
two thirds of a year earlier from 1802 ROBIN HILL NON TOBYCOUCH
APARTMENTS in Voorhees, New Jersey! When I went to look at the TV
schedule on my Comcast system after waking up to these noisy
neighbors, I checked the Sundance Channel for the lineup that night
and instead of seeing the usual (LAW AND ORDER) being on back to back
until around midnight, it showed that dumb ass show that my dad loved
so fucking much, “MASH”, and that really pissed me off, but
STILL, Lenny Briscoe sir, YO, I've learned that I CANNOT ALWAYS TRUST
THAT STUPID ASS FUCKING GUIDE, any more than growing up in Oaklyn at
the Dellway Arms Apartments, I could trust the accuracy of that
stupid ass mother fucking “TV-GUIDE” in booklet form. Voile'
peeps, L&O was on as it normally is on Friday's, and Mash was
not. So at least I got to enjoy that, and then at midnight I switched
over the A&E Channel for the rerun of the 9:00 P.M. “LIVE PD”
show. That too is a very fantastic and entertaining show, and I am
very glad it is on the damn system. Great job guys, Abrams, Tom, and
Sticks, you go, you rock, I love you dudes, yo!!!!!!!!!
The
other thing I need to open up, is that it seems yes, that
the Atlantic city enemies retaliated with their FAMOUS
PROPERTY DAMAGE SHIT they have done now to me, as well as
to Patty & Merry as we all know,
huh lovely Mizz WOW SPOONDANCE,
mailboats and mailboxes all not withstanding here, but on
top of all of this, I have not forgotten the PARALLEL
EVENT that jerk off subskummite Donald John Trump has been using
against me TO GET HIS WAY ENDLESSLY, every time he gets into any
serious problems, woes, and troubles since he began doing this to me
in the middle nineteen-eighties, at his casinos, and
with my car that day that he first opened up his PLAZA CASINO,
and at his very first Atlantic City Casino, leading me to the
nightmares of Jerry Texaco of Berryville, Hammonton,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now a moron child in diapers knows that
recently, wonderful great HR Mizz Nancy Pelosi has started the
impeachment proceedings against this monster criminal in that fucked
up WHITE
HOUSE, and so BOOM; he
always hurts me and my property, using this
horrendous mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH,
and this has gone on for three and a half diseased fucking decades of
time now, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' OL' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mighty ADVANCE AUTO
place no longer does the car air conditioning hot shot work for you.
They still sell the bottle, but then the
customer, ME, needs to install it. It only takes five minutes
or so IF you know what you're doing, and HOW to do it; and I DO
NAUT,MIZZ BLAKE OF 1983!!!!!!!!!! So I then decided to do something
that I will not blog because the MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES might exact revenge, and hurt other innocent
people just as they wiped out my Miami pal's sensor switch in his old
clunker car back two months ago yo. But I will say this much however,
me' wonderful awesome BLOGAUDIANS and mostly AATS peeps naturally: I
found a dude who will do this for me for an extremely reasonable fee,
and will be doing this next week, since every year or two, I seem to
need a new shot of the cold gas if I wish to ride in a comfortable
cool car in this Florida fucking endless oven!!!! While speaking to
this person latre this afternoon, I learned something beyond powerful
about many people both here in this building, the local authorities,
the town of Fort Pierce, and much much more, and
saying one single word right now without better and or more adequate
mother fucking protection, would be absolute 'sianara' SUICIDE,
and no peeps, I do not know how to spell the word, and as usual, the
mighty fucking Microsoft Spellchecker system is totally impotent to
assist me with it. SO SAHWEE peeps across the great Pacific 'Ponds',
oh mighty QUEEN!
OUCH
me' head; me' ol' 22nd great-granny!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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 of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me ON
THIS HORRIFIC
26 AND 27 SEPTEMBER
OF
2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, WITH THIS MONSTROUS UTILITY AND ELECTRONIC ATTACK
ON ME, AS WELL AS WHOEVER
TOTALED MY AUTOMOBILE CAUSING
A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN DAMAGE,
on a crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
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.
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
THIS
IS AN OFFICIAL DYING
UTTERANCE
AND DYING
DECLARATION.
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, USA, I WAS
MURDERED; SO HELP ME 'GOD' AND COUNTRY, ON
THIS SWORN OATH
I NOW TAKE WITH MYSELF, SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL
PROSECUTION
AND PERJURY
CHARGES
IF ANYONE EVER CAN PROVE THIS TO BE A LIE OR ANY INTENTIONAL ATTEMPT
TO DECIEVE, OR TO CAUSE ANY POSSIBLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF ANY FACTS
PRESENTED, ON
ANY OF MY ENTIRE FOURTEEN YEARS OF BLOGS
CALLED THE
'BOM',
THAT
BEGAN EARLY IN JANUARY
OF THE COMMON-ERA YEAR OF 2006.
PLEASE
TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR; AS IT IS
MEANT
TO BE TAKEN QUITE SERIOUSLY.
THANK
YOU VERY MUCH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NUMDWATATES
NOTE E2
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Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
(Blogs
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The
mighty COMCAST
WAS NOT ABLE TO EFFECT REPAIRS to my TV-SYSTEM,
after that horrendous HACK
ASSAULT ON ME AT JUST SHY OF 7:00 LAST EVENING,
and then my call was dropped with them right before the Comcast Agent
was able to schedule me with a technician to come out to my apartment
to effect the repairs. Then, between
4:00 and half past four on this now FRIDAY MORNING,
I took the entire system apart
so
that I could drive up to the neighboring town to my north tomorrow,
Vero Beach, Florida, to swap out my defective remote control and
cable TV box with a new one.
Also
they charge a hundred bucks here in Florida,
FOR
ANY VISITATION TO A CUSTOMER RESIDENCE, WHICH I THINK IS COMPLETELY
WRONG
AND TOTALLY
UNFAIR,
but who gives a rats turd sniffing fart storm what I damn think for
crissake????????????? A little voice inside of the 'spirit-me' said
to me at four of the clock, now
that the entire mess is disassembled, I will bet you a Delaney Blood
Transfusion or a DBT for short, that if I were to reassemble it all,
IT WOULD WORK AGAIN,
and so just to appease the cornfield
voice inside my head,
Mister Costner and Mizz Madigan, I did it; and YES, it works now,
praise the LORD, or the FAWCES, or to quote the Congressman back when
he was a youth of about twenty years or so, “whatever”!!!!!!!!!!
That
saved me a long ass round trip road trip tomorrow of approximately
twenty-eight miles minimum, and more if I got lost attempting to
locate where their mother fucking Comcast office is up there at Vero
beach. It also saved me one hundred bucks,
and kept me from eating two fucking cans of Campbell's Chicken-noodle
Soup per day for the next goddessdamn ten days or so, yo!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
AND Alligator Haters
Anonymous. So a big fat ass mother
fucking dick licking WEEEEEE can
go out to shoe-knocker-outer, Sir
Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, spoon dancing time,
lovely OPRAH, on or off of your lovely ranch, big lovely
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My kid thinks the sun and moon rises on a few
peeps, and you're most definitely one of them, mahm. Bruce Pennock
seemed to be another one, and there are a couple more as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO all Joann/a people out
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stupid ass fucking WONDOWS 7 is downloading
some cum-puke-her updates, and this is why my system is running a
little fucking 'hinky'. Ed Genius Himacane refused to believe that
multitasking on these cheapo systems will cause typing jobs to fuck
up and make a blogger appear to be stupid and unable to properly
construct logical rational sentencing formats. I assure you folks, I
know how to properly fucking communicate, both verbally as well as
with the written page. I may not be Mister Skill-Joe Wordsmith, but I
am no retarded fucking asshole fool either, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so
anytime any of you see my blog appearing all stupid like that, it is
because of these cock sucking unrelenting UPDATES and other horse
shit or it is the BLACK HAT HACKERS, and then if I miss a correction
and don't thoroughly re-read my texts, it appears all stupid some
times, and many times there are no wavy-red error-lines, as nothing
was misspelled, merely worded or phrased wrong due to these type of
multitasking errors. I am thinking only of what I wish to tell on my
blogs, and have no fucking time to waste on all that stupid
technological horseshit, not when MY
LIFE IS LITERALLY ON
THE MOTHER FUCKING LINE,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Why words like Fairview
in Jersey, or HINKY are not
Spellchecker-Recognized, is way
beyond my whittle fucking understanding, but as Ziggy
Malyeska said on his jetty at
the Saint James Avenue Beach area, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back
in the summer time in the year of 1969; “That's
the way it goes”!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
Oprah girl!
I'll
be at your office later today, Sheriff KJM!
Hey
peeps, it is the electrical number today,
and it is falling on a month that is perfectly divisible by the
electrical THREES as in 27/3 equals 9, the ninth month being of
course, good old mother fucking SEPTEMBER, yo!!!!!!
I
talked about the BUM CLASSIFICATION. Watch out once I am
dead and gone. I really pity those who are in 'unregistered contact',
huh Mizz J. Planecrash Ghostseer Hewett????? Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fucking computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW,
there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show
about a fictional radio station called KXKVI.
This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the
Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident
to the human realm, and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as
all the Outer Limits shows were really
super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator
machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office
knows all too well about, from my 1988 music projects, where Diana
spoke to me. Only repressed memories, road trips to relative's homes,
and tape recorders, were more involved with the reality of the
situation; only I had not yet un-repressed my
memory, and was not destined to until living with the great
almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time
period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane,
the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or
20 years. The great television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this
somehow as well, as in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with
Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and
the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase
people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about
'the breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the
VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll
freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone
one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother
fucking part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that
would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected,
and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that
I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will
never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours,
that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family,
and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up
here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in
a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to
either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two
large!
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Miserable
fucking Jane Sleazeweedsdisease whore got me again;
great AATS peeps! I had to compensate
again with FIVE-ROWS, for her horrible mother fucking CLOCK ONE ZOOM
ASSAULT from that goddamn ass night in Atlanta, Georgia at her fave
baseball park in 1993. I will detest your guts forever!!!!!!!!
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard
Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in
1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW
PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle,
leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing
Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K.
J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song
that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend
My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is
when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have
been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and
as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing,
suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set
and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of
these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten
year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds,
the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a
bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been
''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter
and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming
rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal
hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!
Also
folks, there is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and
the movie,
“THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering
that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way
that I forced myself to think.
But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this
thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of
reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare
time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and
sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME,
far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister
Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
I'm not perfect, Bruce and Merry.
I
fucked up on the lunar phases. Sahwee!
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TWANSMISSION SILWEE WABBIT!!!!!!!!!
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