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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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, WITH THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, BEGINNING IN AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS DAY OF 4 DECEMBER, IN 2019, USING MY TRIAD NABES AND THEIR ILLEGAL GUESTS MAKING ALL DAY NOISE, ESPECIALLY THE NEXT DOOR 605 CONSTRUCTION ILLEGAL COMPANY, THAT IS ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT, FROM DONALD TRUMP; 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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These mother fuckign cunt eating jerk off jit bags next door to me at UNIT #605 just waited for my cunt huffing 65th goddamn birthday to fuck with me and ruin another HELLIDAY-WHOREADAY-HOLLIDAY FOR POOR PATHETIC PITIFUL MISTER MOTHER FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN; OH NON-OZ GREAT AND POWERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Folks; I went to take my daily bath at a few minutes past noon, and POW, these diseased sicko fucking annoying nabes on major ass steroids next door to me in unit number 605 began making horrendous bangs on my wall that were absolutely deafening. I checked after leaving the tub, and sure enough, their shit is in the hallway as a chair has been there for days now, only now, there's a mother fucking broken down ugly looking table out there too. THIS IS WHY I AM HAVING ENDLESS ROACHES, YO, FORT PIERCE HOUSING AUTHORITY, ALL THESE CUNT LAPPERS AROUND ME WHO ARE BRINGING THEMN TO ME, AND THEY THINK THAT THEY OWN THIS BUILDING AND THAT THIS IS THEIR OWN PRIVATE DWELLING, or else, TRUMP has either paid or threatened them off to do all of this to me in his continual sicko parallel event assault to make his life better by ruining and wrecking mine, something that has been going on since 1986. As I type this, I just killed a fucking small roach crawling right onto my typewriter, and I've given up spraying, because as soon as one colony dies, these nabes from fucking cunt eating HELL just do more of their relentless shit, and bring me a BRAND NEW FUCKING CUNT ROACH COLONY ALL OVER AGAIN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this BIRTHDAY-ASSAULT didn't begin at quarter past noon. Around a half hour earlier, I developed horrible stomach cramping and had to take a horrible mother fucking wicked shit, obviously two days of MAJOR CHEMTRAIL POISONING is behind all of this UNFATHOMABLE FUCKING CUNT ELDER ABUSE, ME' KIND WONDERFUL SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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Peeps; I have taken a massive METAMUCIL DOSAGE, and still am not close to being damn 'okay'; SIR JOHN HOSE-KING, of the demonic ass Atlantic City's Latengrate Club!







Watch out fucking world. There is going to be an extremely HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE mother fucking disaster when me' MAGNESONIC cock sucking counter-strikes for this wicked horrendous BIRTHDAY ASSAULT AND ILLEEEEEEEEEEEGAL ELDER ABUSE, ON A PATHETIC INNOCENT UNITED STATES CITIZEN, LEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY BORN AND DIRECTLY DESCENDED FROM A FOUNDING FUCKING FATHER FAMILY LINEAGE SYSTEM, THE GREAT AND AWESOME HUNTINGTON FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeppir yo, there's gonna' fucking be some truly sorry mother fucking jerk offs out here, REALLY REALLY SOON, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!











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PER CURIAM
Appellant Atlantic County Utilities Authority (Authority) appeals from a final order of the Department of Environmental Protection (Department), approving respondent Waste Management of New Jersey's (Waste Management) purchase of a solid waste transfer station and related assets owned by respondent Cifaloglio, Inc. (Cifaloglio). We affirm.
In March 2011, Waste Management and Cifaloglio entered into an asset purchase agreement in which Waste Management agreed to purchase the assets of Cifaloglio, including a transfer station/materials recovery facility (facility) located in Buena Vista. The facility is a "solid waste facility which receives incoming waste from collection vehicles and, after removal of any recyclables, transfers the waste residue to haulage vehicles for delivery to an off-site final disposal facility." At the time of the agreement, the facility received waste from the following counties: Atlantic, Burlington, Camden, Gloucester, Ocean, Salem, Cumberland and Cape May. Waste originating in Atlantic County was subsequently delivered by Cifaloglio to the Authority's landfill in Egg Harbor Township for final disposal.
In April, Waste Management and Cifaloglio filed a joint petition requesting the Department's approval of the purchase. Waste Management subsequently submitted a revised operations and maintenance manual for the facility. The manual stated that "[m]arket conditions will dictate which disposal facility is utilized, unless the origin of the waste is from a county that has flow regulations; in which case the county waste flow regulations will be followed," and that solid waste would be "delivered to disposal facilities in accordance with the applicable solid waste management plans of the service area." Attached to the manual was a list of disposal facilities, all located in New Jersey.
The Authority sent an email to the Department on April 20, asking to be "advise[d] . . . about any public comment format and schedule for interested parties to provide input" during the approval process. The Department replied that it would be sending the transfer request documents to the Authority for comments and that in addition, "[o]nce a decision has been made to approve the transfer of ownership, a 30 day public comment period will be opened to accept comments from anyone." The Authority sent the Department a follow up email asking for the transfer request documents in May. The Department replied that it would send the documents after it had issued a determination of administrative completeness to Waste Management, and that the Authority would then have thirty days "to provide any comments regarding the transfer."
In June, the Department sent the Authority and the municipalities served by the Cifaloglio facility copies of the Waste Management application and a cover letter summarizing the proposed transfer of ownership. The letter stated, "If you wish to provide comments, it would be appreciated if your comments were submitted to the Bureau within thirty (30) days from the date of this letter." The Department received no comments.
In August, the Department sent the Authority and other potentially interested parties copies of the draft permit authorizing the sale. The cover letter included information about the upcoming public notice to be published in two newspapers on August 29, and stated
that should this notice result in the scheduling of a hearing, a subsequent notice of the hearing will be provided . . . . If the action does not result in a public hearing, the public comment period will close 30 days after the publication of this notice and a final decision on the permit application will be taken in accordance with N.J.A.C. 7:26-2.4(g)(19).


No public hearing was requested or scheduled.


In September, the Authority sent its comments on the transfer of ownership to the Department. Those comments are not directly relevant to this appeal. Significantly for the purposes of this appeal, however, the comments did not include (1) any objection to Waste Management's purchase of Cifaloglio's assets, (2) any concerns related to market share or competitive pricing resulting from the purchase, or (3) any objection to the manner in which the Department had conducted the approval process up to that point.
On October 12, 2011, the Department's Bureau of Solid Waste Compliance and Enforcement issued a solid waste order approving Waste Management's purchase of Cifaloglio's assets and issued the solid waste facility permit.
The order and permit required Waste Management to comply with the approved district solid waste plan for the district in which waste delivered to its facility originated. The district plan then in effect for Atlantic County designated the Authority's landfill as the sole in-state disposal facility for non-hazardous solid waste generated within Atlantic County, but allowed delivery of solid waste to a licensed out-of-state disposal facility.
In email correspondence to the Department on October 18, the Authority raised questions regarding Waste Management's operation of the former Cifaloglio facility, noting that "the tonnage normally accepted at [the Authority's landfill] [had] decreased by 50%." According to the Authority, Waste Management was disposing of non-hazardous solid waste at a site in Pennsylvania, which was owned by a related entity, rather than at the Authority's site.
On November 14, the Authority sent the Department a letter objecting to the October order, requesting an "investigation into the issues of artificial and discriminatory pricing and associated anti-competitive practices," and "asking that [the] subject waste be delivered to [the Authority] immediately" for the purpose of "mitigating anti-competitive results" of the order. The Authority claimed that the facility's waste deliveries to its disposal site had dropped by seventy percent and estimated "an annual loss of . . . $3,653,659 in gross receipts, including $319,651 in host community benefits lost to Egg Harbor Township," and an additional loss of $1,900,000 because "Atlantic County waste that was previously serviced by [Cifaloglio] and now serviced by [Waste Management] is being delivered out of state."
The present appeal was filed shortly thereafter.1 In February 2012, while this appeal was pending, Atlantic County amended its solid waste management plan to designate the Authority's landfill as the only permissible site for disposal of non-hazardous solid waste generated within Atlantic County. The Department approved the amended plan in August. Waste Management has complied with the amended plan since its approval.
The driving force behind the Authority's belated opposition to the sale of Cifaloglio's assets to Waste Management was clearly Waste Management's subsequent diversion of non-hazardous solid waste from the Authority's site to an out-of-state site. At the time that action was taken by Waste Management, delivery of solid waste to a licensed out-of-state disposal site was explicitly permitted by Atlantic County's solid waste management plan.2 In other words, the document governing the issue would have permitted Cifaloglio to take the same action had the sale of assets not taken place.
Because the Atlantic County plan has now been amended to prohibit usage of an out-of-state site, the issue that prompted the Authority's belated objection to the sale of assets has become moot. Generally, "courts should not decide cases where a judgment cannot grant relief." Marjarum v. Twp. of Hamilton, 336 N.J. Super. 85, 92 (App. Div. 2000).
As previously noted, the Authority did not object to the sale of Cifaloglio's assets to Waste Management at any time prior to its approval by the Department. In addition, it never raised issues with respect to market share and competitive pricing or the manner in which the Department was conducting the approval process until after the approval was issued. In essence, the Authority seeks to raise on appeal issues that it could have, but did not, raise before the Department during the public comment period.
In any event, having reviewed the issues raised on appeal, we find them to be without merit and not warranting discussion in a written opinion. R. 2:11-3(e)(1)(E).
Affirmed.
1 The Authority filed motions with the Department to intervene and for reconsideration in November 2011. Those motions were denied in April 2012 due to procedural deficiencies.


2 It appears that Waste Management sent waste to the out-of-state disposal site at a time when that site was not listed in its operations manual. Any regulatory violation resulting from that conduct is not appropriately the subject of this appeal.






“I’m talking about half of the waste we handle in the course of a day,” authority President Rick Dovey said. “This has tremendous implications.”

The ACUA may ask the county freeholders to mandate that all garbage generated in Atlantic County must stay there. A U.S. Supreme Court ruling in 2007 allows public authorities to require private companies to take their trash to local landfills. Similar measures were adopted by other counties, including Ocean and Burlington.

How the loss of revenue will affect future fees at the landfill is yet to be determined.

Atlantic County municipalities each have separate contracts through 2013 that cannot be changed for two years.

Tipping fees for other companies and contractors may increase without a way to bring back Waste Management to the landfill, Dovey said.

“At this point, we have no idea, and that’s what we’re trying to avoid,” he said.

Waste Management purchased the Cifaloglio Inc. transfer station off Route 54 in Buena Vista Township for $38 million, including equipment and other assets, according to documents filed by the state Department of Environmental Protection, which approved the sale Oct. 12.

Up until mid-October, the authority thought the deal would boost business. It anticipated more revenues coming in from the Cifaloglio station, which previously took its garbage to another landfill.

The Egg Harbor Township landfill has one of the lowest disposal rates in the state, and Waste Management already gets a $2 per ton discount from the regular rate of $64.73 because it is such a large hauler, Dovey said.

But the sudden loss of revenue from Waste Management and anticipated revenue took the authority by surprise.

Much of Waste Management’s waste comes from non-municipal commercial sites — such as casinos, factories and hospitals — and represents a large chunk of garbage collection in the county, he said.

Dovey said the authority will push for a change to a waste control ordinance. It also filed an appeal of the DEP’s approval of the sale in October, arguing it is contrary to the public interest.


“The economics of it don’t make any sense. And there’s no bad history with Waste Management,” said Dovey, who accused the company of “predatory pricing.”

Waste Management spokesman George McGrath said ACUA’s claims of predatory pricing are baseless.

“The authority has no insights or information about how Waste Management operates its business, the contractual agreements we have with our customers, or what we charge for disposal,” McGrath wrote in an email. “Our customers in Atlantic County have seen no changes in what they pay for our services since we acquired the Cifaloglio operations this year.”

McGrath said Waste Management’s decision to send waste out of state is permitted by the county’s own solid waste management plan.

A county ordinance passed in 2010 required that municipal waste in Atlantic County be taken to the local landfill, but gave commercial haulers the option to go out of state.

DEP spokesman Larry Ragonese said the agency could not comment due to the pending litigation.

Atlantic County Executive Dennis Levinson said the issue will likely come before county freeholders early next year.

“We’re going to do whatever the parameters of the law allow us to do,” Levinson said. “Experience has shown that solid waste disposal needs to be carefully regulated and monitored.”

Last week, freeholders in Burlington County approved a law requiring trash collectors to use their county’s landfill, joining 11 other New Jersey counties, the Burlington County Times reported. The DEP has several months to approve it.

The Atlantic County Utilities Authority’s lost revenue comes at a time when the authority is facing other revenue drops.

These include declining state subsidies and less overall waste due to the sour economy, according to Fitch Ratings.

The Atlantic County Utilities Authority budget for solid waste is $38 million in 2011, and its proposed budget for 2012 is $37.2 million, Dovey said. This does not include the authority’s separate wastewater division.

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ALL MOTHER FUCKING AFTERNOON, I WAS POISON-CHEMTRAILED BY THE ENEMY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING MILITUFORCE; OH ILLUSTRIOUS WONDERFUL 'CARING' SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, ME' AWESOME KIND SIR!!!!!!!! I HAVE AN ILLEGAL INFESTATION OF COCK ROACHES IN MY LEGALLY RENTED AND LEGALLY RENT-PAID APARTMENT, HERE IN THIS CROOKED PUBLIC HOUSING MOTHER FUCKING BUILDING, AND I AM BEING PERSECUTED AND HARASSED WITH TOTALLY FUCKING 'ILLEEEEEEEEEEEGAL' AS TRUMP WOULD SAY IT, “ELDER ABUSE”, EVERY GODDAMN MINUTE OF EVERY FUCKING DICK LICKING DAY; ME' KIND SIR BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT'S JUST REALITY SON, TO QUOTE SIR NEW JERSEY RESIDENT CHEMICAL ENGINEER BY WEEKDAY AND SECURITY OFFICER BY WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















There are many things going on, that due to my miseries on steroids ever since the middle summer time, when dirt bag 'ICPE-APE-TECH' ILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL USER, SIR DONALD JOHN TRUMP, has been totally wiping me out, and destroying me, times ten to the exponent of a million; that I have not been able to properly or adequately address on my numerous blogs (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN) OR THE 'BOM'. One thing I need to tell you is that I had a CAPITAL ONE BANK VISA CARD, that I used back in Jersey from 2006 through 2009. One day I learned that they totally screwed me. They used the excuse of lowering my credit limit from $5,000.00 to $700.00, because I had paid another bank too slowly on a debt. They never would have done this to me on their own, and I know it. TRUMP ORDERED THEM TO DO IT, and he has very strong ties to CAPITAL ONE BANK, and I saw this on the Public Broadcasting System Network tonight on the news, following their marvelous documentary, on the life of that great and awesome musical group we all know and fucking love to death, “THE CARPENTERS”. It is in no way a coincidence, nor is it being imagined. He has done shit like this to me ever since our connections in ATLANTIC CITY and my days gambling there in their fucking cunt eating rotten cheating casinos, while I played the game known to the world for centuries now, since that Trappis Monk invented it, called, 'ROULETTE'. My past in Atlantic City, BEFORE, all great dish-washing liquid television commercials with 'Merry'-lookalikes, as well as gambling casinos; all involved the MIGHTY WILD INCONCEIVABLE FAMILY FROM HELL, AKA THE 'WASHCLOTH' CLAN, labeled because of those monstrous hyperspace interactions that I had, while I was living down there in the summer of 1970, at CHILLMO TOM REALE'S home, that was sold around the turn of the century, and around the time I was searching for magical GODDESS-TEEN-QUEEN-SARAH; to the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority.









I couldn't believe it when I saw it, but I did see it, and TRUMP has huge ties to this bank and must have lots of his money there, because the news report was discussing his unreported taxes and how CAPITAL ONE BANK was protecting his privacy, as they must of course do and they in fact do need to go through all of the proper legal procedures in order to give out information, even to the governmental authorities.





































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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).







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SO DON'T BE SUCH A FUCKING TURKEY, STEVE MCGINTY. AFTER-ALL IT WAS ALL OF YOU BACKJ IN 1977 THAT WANTED TO KNOW WHY I ACTED THE WAY THAT I DID AND YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO BE GIVEN THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD, AND I MEAN THAT, SINCVE IT IS ORIGINAKL ONE ONLY SUPER FUCKIN GAMPLIFIED, YO!!!!!Price: To be determinedThe roasted turkey is a classic Tha...









As for my education story, that includes all powerful and super lovely Mizz Sarah Jacobson, Watergate 1 or (the original), Mel Cooley MTM Wildreams-HALL, and the great non dish washing commercial CHRISTMAS TREE ANGEL, who was a year old when I had the “DREAM”; Joseph and Mary and John and Elizabeth, and all and any EXPLORATRONIC ESS (visitors to the Earth-Planet), and last but absolutely NAUT-LEAST Mizz AT&T BLAKE from the “phone-company”; the GREAT WONDERFUL SPECIAL DEAL MADE TO ME AND ME' WHITTLE MOMMIE WITH THE ALMIGHTY FUCKING CAMDEN COUNTY BOE (Board Of Education), where no one else EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER was given anything even remotely similar to this, and I mean even powerful people; feel free to poke around, and without obtaining any assistance from Robert Heroes Hazard or Pete Smithereens Smith the great eighties gee-tar player; and go right ahead and ask the one lady who would absolutely tell any of you out here that I AM DEFINITELY AS RUSS SAID, FOR REAL/E (courtesy of the WFMU INTERNET RADIO WEBPAGE), KNOWN AS THE CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY; and here is the lady that you need to speak to for verification about this wild deal, made back

around the middle of the year 1972, by the gentleman in charge, Mister Sir Thompson!

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SHE WOULD KNOW, YO!!!!!!!



Boy oh boy oh boy, DO I MISS YOU, WONDERFUL GREAT PRESIDENT #44 BARACK OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will give you another great Fort Pierce Bear Hug (FPBH) if you would run against this prick and defeat him in 2020. LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW BIG LOVELY OPRAH, and girl, hey there, I am downloaderChrome and DOWN TO 195 NOW, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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And soon, MERRY CHRISTMAS!




AND IN A FEW MOTHER FUCKING HOURS, ME' 65th BIRTHDAY, YO YO YO YO AND WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!











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I WILL BE TELLING BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING SUPER HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE SHIT, IF THE MILITUFORCE KEEPS ON ENDLESSLY FUCKING WIPING ME OUT, YO! AND DON'T BE SHOCKED IF ALL SHIT EATING HELL BREAKS OUT SOON ALL OVER THIS GODDESSDAMN WUVWEE PWANET!!!!

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About Me

mark wayne mohr

Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.

To quote one of my great fans, “MY LIFE IS QUITE “INTENSE”. Gee Sheriff, I do agree, how about you?








How do these jerk off crooked credit collectors sleep at night; Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir, endlessly mother fucking picking on a sick elderly man on debts that were not my fault, and that I have no way to pay, and on top of that and all that LEGALLY MATTERS, are debts that are now TEN FUCKING YEARS OLD, since we are now in December of 2010 and I had no credit cards or credit usage whatsoever after ten years ago in December of 2009, kind sir????? That is all I want to know. I would not be able to mother fucking live with myself let alone get a single wink of sleep at night, IF I WERE THESE DISEASED JIT BAG PRICKS STRAIGHT FROM THE GATES OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!









Yes folks, yesterday was another one of those “LETS BOTHER POOR PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN AND THREATEN HIM TO PAY UP OR ELSE, ON THE PHONE” DAYS, on top of all my countless other hellish nightmare woes and problems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









In 1986 during my incredible leap into HELL from wherever I was living before that, in some unfathomable crossover incident that defies rational and human explanation, huh Eddie Lynch; I spoke with a Pinkerton, New Jersey Detective, by the name of Patty Parsons, who had many many many bright ideas. The company who I worked for a short while in the security trade, also told me that I had some 'security issues' and they didn't mean work but rather CLEARANCE, just as I was told without any true details back in 1979 while attempting to work a security officer position on the famous Pennsylvania 3-MILE ISLAND, right before Magnesonic decided to do a counterstrike, at least that's a distinct possibility. Anyway, Patty Parsons as well as one of her superiors, both told me about this issue, and then a month later or so while employed at the TITAN SECURITY of DELAWARE firm, and working a Jersey post, had a man on that post site whose name was Captain Ron Hunter. He also informed me when I asked him to do a thorough background check on why I have problems getting high clearance jobs, and I quote him, “All that I'm allowed to tell you Mark is, “Quit hacking”. Now, I had NO COMPUTER, nor was I ever then or now, nor do I plan to be, what is more now-a-days referred to as a “computer-hacker”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I don't create the mother fucking news as does my distant Cousin DJT, all I do is report it, or said more clearly yo BRO, all I do is tell you all honest fucking shit that is happening to me, going on all around me, and did happen tome, blow by blow, point by point, dollar for dollar, and play by playgrounds play, and even to all of the very early 1960's ghost children from Pennsylvania and HEAVEN, AKA Sahasra Dal Kanwal, for Astral Travelers/Projectors using methods such as Monroe Techniques, the Fascitar, and many other ultra-high Rosicrucian secret methodologies for projection of the Astral-Body. MAJOR FUCKING MOUSE HACKING AND CUM-PUKE-HER HACKING, SPEAKING OF THE DEVIL HERE, IS BACK ON ME LIKE STARVING FLIES ON A HOT JULY GARBAGE TRUCK, YO YO YO YO YO, WONDERFUL KIND AWESOME SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!









THE FUCKING FAWCES ARE TRULY GODDAMN ON ME TODAY, AS MY SCREEN BLOCKER STICKY THING JUST FELL OFF, EXPOSING ME AT THE VERY SAME TIME THAT I AM ON PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, MEANING THAT ROTTEN DIRTBAG ACTIVIST JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE WITCH-BITCH JUST GOT ME REALLY DAMN GOUUUUUUUUD AS MY OLD GAL-PAL MIZZ HELEN ZEBRISKI WOULD SAY BACK 20 YEARS AGO IN 1999, AFTER 14 YEAR OLD KIESHA CRUSHED MY RIGHT ARM IN ONE BLOW, FRACTURING IT TO DOGTOWN!!!!!!! Here's my compensation.

















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Last night I had real wild hyperspace interactions or what you would all call intense and vivid DREAMS, and I was in a large room with a machine that was similar to my 'IMM' PRIVECODE MACHINE, and LIGHTNING kept calling me up and giving me the NUMBER TWO, over and over again. The number two has many meanings, folks. With me, this signifies the DIGITAL AGE, as in VOLTAGE ON and VOLTAGE OFF which makes all the computers and our entire new world operate and function as it does, and it also means other shit to me, yo me' BRAHHHH! Allow me to tell you just a little bit about thissssssssssssssssssssss, lovely Erica 1983 Kane of the world of AMC-SNAKESSSSSS! Since some fucking ENEMY MILITUFORCE JERK OFF WON'T STOP MAKING ME' MOUSE JUMP AND NOT ALLOW ME TO DO HALF THE SHIT I WANT WITHOUT MAJOR FUCKING HACKING AND GIVING ME ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, SHERIFF SIR, FIRST ALLOW ME TO COUNTERSTRIKE WITH MAGNESONIC, YO!!!!













































::::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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS ASSAULT ON ME, WITH THIS DAMN HORRIBLE EARLY THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, BEGINNING IN AUGUST OF 2019, AND IS ONGOING UP THROUGH THIS DAY OF 3 DECEMBER, IN 2019, USING MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, ALL A PART OF AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT FROM DONALD TRUMP; 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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Yes the good ol' NUMBER 222222222222, TWO-TWO-TWO-TWO, the choo-choo train number as I sometimes refer to jokingly as also me' kind wonderful Lads and Lassies out there, along with all great Blogaudian folks, including and naut limited to Mizz Blake from the old 1983 'phone company', all great Lab-dogs, Lab Technicians, and so many other wonderful awesome lovely people, coast to coast; and all around the entire world, and then who knows WHO ELSE; huh lovely MERR????????? Patty HHH used to say she knew it all and that I had a free permission slip to call her day or night if I wanted to know anything at all. Right, after all the trouble you had getting little Merry to sleep, then along comes little me to wake her up at one in the morning, I don't think so! So back to the number TWO. One means completeness or zero dimensional truth (VOID INFINITY) from which all reality simply is and then anything else needs to be CREATED FROM. Two means the opposite, it means a SEPARATION between oneness, creating a time dimension, a space dimension, and a MIND. ONE is therefore the true math-symbol for ENERGY or it should be, and TWO is therefore the true math symbol for MASS or it should be. Hence the really powerful truth of all things that could ever matter, is that 1=2/C-SQ. Without even touching the inconceivable shit that can happen in sort of a higher three dimensional mathematical system where both the zero and the one can take on a different form when we divide numbers by them as opposed to keeping the standard system where things tend to break down and never reveal truths about zero dimension, hence where I and my Morianity get the made-up concept and idea of creating a separate mathematical reality for the functionality of singularity equation. This is why as things stand right now in the scientific community, there is no way known as of yet to properly figure out the absolute details to black holes or what singularity truly is. Zillions of ideas and theories are indeed out t here, but without a new way to function the figures that can later be transposed back into regular mathematical activity, there will never be any adequate way to address these mysteries. But back to my wild powerhouse dream last night that I had shortly before daybreak, DIANA or LIGHTNING was continuing to call me and give me (2-NUMBERS), almost is the same manner as those two letters that I received in my mail, in that “OTHER REALITY” with PUBLISHERS CLEARINGHOUSE PRIZE PATROL WINNER OF 1997, COED MZ. K.J. MCALLISTER, AND THE TWO LETTERS FROM MY DAUGHTER, AS WELL AS HER TRANSDIMENSIONAL 'WANNA SPEND MY TIME' SONG deal. Again, the Prophet Daniel, and many other world renown Biblical Prophets, all know about the transdimensional dream-coding truths, or deciphering system, that is all a huge part of Morianity's 'TSE' and 'HSM' (Towel-Seepage Effects) (Hyper-Space-Mechanics), discussed over and over and over again on fourteen fucking straight years of these BOM BLOGS now, yo!!!!!!!!!!! This of course is barely mother fucking scratching the surface to shit I'll be talking about in the PHOTON-PROJECTION of the ETERNAL-NOW, (the future). This is merely a laid foundation, yo!

























GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 5



10:24 POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013





I just took a huge computer hack, followed by lots of doors slamming in the hallway of the building after a day of quiet, it all just began right now around ten of the fucking cunt eating clock tonight, local Fort Pierce PEEDEE!







This UTILITY HACKING began as you well know, getting real mother fucking cock sucking horrendous, around the start of the pre-season 'HICKEY FUCKING SEASON' AND PHILLY GARBAGE-57 AND THAT GARBAGE ROTTEN VOCALIST PROMOTER BACK IN 1986, WHERE A LOT OF THIS SHIT SEEMS TO ALL FUCKING CUNT EATING STEM FROM. While I was fixing the hack, it was DOOR FUCKING SLAM CITY after a day of total quiet, both outside and inside; as I went out to the Walmart, for some microwave non-buttered popcorn. This is a very unhealthy mother fucking nation, Mister Washington Leaders. It should not have to be so difficult to get NON-BUTTERED shit, and this is why you all are so fucking FAT, AND LAZY, AND OUT OF SHAPE; all over the place; LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm fat and ugly as shit squared too; but at least I'm trying to buy better food; if you assholes in the dam ass FDA, would make it more readily available; thank you very much, BRR. Hey who kne3w that I'd be down to 195 pounds by the end of mother fucking two thousand and nineteen; me' wonderful kind folks??????









Here is what got fucked with, and hacked; and your guess is as good as mine, as to why this exact fucking shit was hacked.











GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 3, SUPER DEATH DAY BOTBAR, FEDS, SUPER HACK BOB MCDOWELL, F.C.C.










Hey, does anything ever change for the good old fuckign pitiful Mountainpen under this unfathomable monstrous HUNTINGTON CURSE FOR CRISSAKE, YO??????????











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The problem with a day as super fucked up as yesterday, is that the blog that tells the story, misses the details, and only has time to go straight to the full major main points and events, which is exactly what happened. I will now fill in a few blanks.





As you know I went to the repair shop yesterday and had my problems dealing with the guy who accuses me of intentionally sabotaging my own expensive machines, someone on a fixed income who needs to have a video system to pass the time, as what else do I have under this curse where not a single fucking soul wishes to be associated with me and treats me like I am the Bubonic cunt sucking plague itself. I left the shop as I said on the previous blog and bought some ice cream at the grocery store on the last day of a sale featuring their own brand, the Publix brand ice cream, which I have grown t be a major fucking fan of, since trying it in the middle autumn of 2010 when it was being sold super cheap at the place I was working, the HARVEST, and for the price of one third of the BOGO price. So I tried one and loved it, and then stuffed my entire huge freezer that I had up there at the hood-house, with 30 boxes of this, at a cost of 30 dollars, one buck each. This averaged out to be around an 85 dollar saving, and I had months of enjoyable cheap ice cream to boot. Good things like this happened a lot to me in 1969, 1980, and 1994. But all other years, for the most part, forget it, it is just one horrible day that follows another fucking monstrous wicked day , all year long.





A moron fucking child is able to see just by reading this new blog book, from where it began to present second now; that I have said things that have gotten me into some major potential trouble with my dirt bag mother fucking enemies. Ask me if I care, I say, as the shoe fits, and a spade is a spade and a rose is a rose, with or without Billy Shakespeare.





I had forgotten all about picking up my medication that I have needed to take ever since being put on it in early July somewhere in 1983, due to the sudden mysterious onslaught of my glandular unknown condition that Mike Patterson calls, an idiopathic condition, and my doctor just laughs and acts like a real butt wipe. So I went right by it and then within one minute time, maybe two, I am near to home, and this was when the car started to lurch if I gave it some start up gas at a dead stop from a traffic light and that stupid ass fucking ENGINE light came on abnd stayed on. It was not until I got home that I realized, I had forgot about picking up my needed medication, as only one more day supply remains here as of yesterday, and they were expecting me in any time to pick it up. So before I went to the repair shop on my second mother fucking trek out into the sweltering blistering torrid heat; I first stopped and got my meds at the WALGREEN PHARMACY, at Ohio Avenue and US Highway #1. When I left, and this has not happened a lot recently; a loud and very low large private airplane buzzed me, going right over me at the second I exited the door of the pharmacy heading towards my vehicle. I had already been to the local auto supply place that could not help me and now I am here at Walgreen's, and the enemy watches and has me under their total surveillance, knowing all the least little details that I fucking cunt do; as they HAVE NO LIFE OF THEIR OWN WHATSOEVER OF COURSE, and it's totally pathetic how I am such an important issue in their meager lowly fart sniffing lives. Without me to fuck with, they would have to crawl into a whole and cover it up and quit fucking cunt breathing all together, I'll guarantee it, Mister George Boxer Foreman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





So this dirt bag loud low zenithing aerial vehicle goes over me to say, “HA HA you little shit, we got you good, just as Keisha did with that awesome powerful arm punch, back in 1999”. What totally immature little fart sniffers and babies they all are, I actually feel sorrier than hell for them, next to hating them to the point of visualizing them cut to pieces by tons of shrapnel, hearing their screams for miles and hours, and paying them zero fucking mercy, as they have paid this to me since August 15, 1986, and really, even before, it merely worsened since this horrible fuckiGN magic date from the gates of lions and hell fire!!!! Let's start the FUCK-ING HACKS, guys, what assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!





But I accomplished what needed to be done, and got the video machine home and it is working. The meds are here also and I am all set for August with that, and see my doctor shortly as well. The car is repaired along with the DVD-CD-VCR machine, and so far this month of fucking twat sucking July, I am out $208.00 for these two repairs. I should not have had to suffer either of these expenses, everybody either screwed me, such as Radio Shack with their worthless fucking warranties, or the intentional covert black ops satellite strike on my electrical sensor switch, in my vehicle. So, I am flat fucking broke, but I will be getting my Social Security Disability money in three more days on 08/03/2014, or wait a fucking minute, I could get it Saturday or possibly as early as Friday, as when the third falls on a Sunday, as it does this month, they always pay ahead so you are not out until the fourth. Technically, the more I do a TWINBAY-ATTITUDE here, folks; I may be able to stock up with some good food as early as tomorrow, but either way, by Saturday, and also, my EBT bennies come in on the second, a measly 15 dollars, but I'll take it for one great reason. It is better than $0.00. So my tea and crackers will only last for today and possibly tomorrow, and then I will be able to stock up. I do not need a whole lot. I usually buy two times monthly and then two times for snacks and other food staples. This normally totals around $270-$350 total food costs, when my ice cream is factored in. My rent is 288, my auto insurance is 91, my phone, internet and cable averages 135. My EBT bennies are 15, and my disability is 994. So income minus expenses on average months of the year are currently as follows: 994+15=$1009.00. My car is fully paid for and mine with clear title, but does have 85,230 miles on it, a clunker by anyone's definition, and has given me its share of problems no matter how careful I am to be the little old fucking lady from Pasadena and drive it very carefully and easily, and staying current on fluids, belts, oil changes, and other normal maintenance requirements. So my expenses are merely the utility, the car insurance, and the rent, and them the food and then what is left is the miscellaneous amount to be used on what is absolutely necessary, and all other money if any, to be saved, which so far, never is reality. Enemies always fuckiGN see to that fuckiGN shit, good people, YO! HACK-HACK!!!!!!!!!!!





So 288+135+91 are the average monthly outgo expenses, and total up to an monthly average of $514.00. So $1009.00-514.00 is what remains for food and all and any miscellaneous expenses, gasoline, clothing, anything from shoelaces to a few movies at the Goodwill for 70 cents each on VHS tape. This comes to income minus outgo being just a few dollars under 500, and this is not much. Food is expensive in Florida. 200 bucks if sales are caught for most of the purchases would allow me to live almost king style, back in Jersey, here, not so much, but as with anywhere, you need to know where to go to get what, and when, and it is all one area unlike Jersey, so planning an errands route and sticking to a list and a budget, and for another third or around 300, I can pretty much do a month of foods and drinks and snacks, etcetera. So this leaves a little less than 200 as miscellaneous monies to play with, an annual $2,400.00. Looks good on a budget balance sheet, but ask me how much I have managed to mother fuckiGN save in the past year and a half since my auto loan has been fully paid off, and I'll answer you, nothing or next to nothing. If I would just take 100 of that and hide it away, it would be three an da half grand in just three years. Again, things work great on balance sheets and budget books. Reality seems to always kick the fuckiGN shit out of any positive possibility, and Twinbay and I as a result, will always remain two ships that past in the night, and never the twain shall meet, as the old nineteenth century expression would go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





fucking whore JANE WITCH BITCH almost got me, so let me make my filler lines as I am on page eleven of fucking cock sucking eleven, and do not need to see her rotten face represented to me in digital fashion.











I tried calling a few people from where I worked at Harvest, and they never called me back. They acted as though they were my friend, put in the end; they were just more assholes. But were they, are they? This shit with babies left in cars, the way peeps are acting, the way I get treated as customers, I could make this list longer than the long fucking arm of the law, folks. It all proves that more is going on than can be known by looking at surface obvious shit, all subject to gigantic amounts of built in maya (illusion)! It is like the universe. They are 40 years from believing in Lawtronics and Space-Time-Mind. They are slowly creeping towards getting to this destination, but I did say slowly creeping, no giant leaps, no moon walks, no fast trips to the future. First, all things have a fixed length in the three dimensions we all know and live inside of, L, W, B. But Lawtronics above the time dimension, at the MIND REALM, has a law that says these lines have these lengths and this is what time is, literally, and the illusion we never can see any more than we can ever see Earth's curvature at ground level; is that these lines eventually bend down on each side under their own weight, loop around, and slam connect together into perfect endless circles. The beginning, the ending, all the in-between time, pure illusion. Taking this to the other side of the coin on understanding cosmic reality better; as we approach the speed of light in a fast ship, time slows down and all infinity would pass before you could expend infinite energy to reach that velocity. As your time slows down with acceleration, so does the cosmos time. It is fastest running at its very beginning where cosmologists call it the BIG BANG. It is slowest at the outer edges of illusion that truly bend back around in all six opposing directions into itself. The beginning of our universe had very slow time and what we might perceive as 1X-10, to the 90th exponent second, would be like a billion years. Concentrically, as everything races away lawtronically and all the infinity void dreamers are escaping outward and away into this dream-creation, with mind energy that cosmologists call DARK ENERGY; simultaneously we all exist at void infinity beyond the Plank Astral Realm, at absolute zero dimension. So after enough dream outs, the void itself which is all that is real, pulls it all back to itself, or the dreams end and we awaken to the truth of void, only this goes on endlessly as it all was in a process long before time existed. First there was mind, then there was nothing, then there was mind realizing it existed in nothing and nothing could ever be real unless it was dreamed out or created. So gravity is true mind at the void, pulling its dreamers back into itself, and cosmologists call this DARK MATTER. MIND AT VOID IS GRAVITY or attraction force. MIND ESCAPING OUT INTO DREAMS is what is endlessly accelerating and expanding the space-time-mind fabric. But as it happens faster and faster, time eventually will slow down, and it will take forever for the expansion to cause the universe to go into a freeze or an endless expansion, as the line is fixed above time, with a start and a stop, and the lawtrons in the seventh dimension bend that line down and around on each end, via dreamers and mind, so the space and the time is a huge trickster that fools all the great minds endlessly, or maybe not. Part of the magic of Earth is that there are more than a million perfect balances that all needed to be balanced to a razors edge, each and every one. How can a million things be that perfect, unless an intelligence, the LAWTRON, is doing this? Then comes something that goes over the minds of the greatest in cosmology. Why do humans here on Earth, a planet about just less than 25000 miles in circumference, all have a conscious mind awareness to little time pieces or instants that are about 400 give or take a few, each minute? Why also is the universal speed of light able to go around this 25,000 mile world in the very same velocity, about 400 times around the planet, each and every minute, matching our mental consciousness and awareness to this reflection of time, the photon, or LIGHT? This is all a Lawtronic program of a sort. These laws are why all things are what they are all over the fifth dimensional multiverse, and why my life is the way it is too. I may hate it and curse about it morning and night, but that is tough shit for me. So it does not matter whether we are in the forward or the reverse cycle where things are closing up or blowing out. The reason it is expanding faster is because the explosion has a lot more to go, and as it goes, it will work like disinflation in the world of capitalism. Gradually it will slowly stop expanding faster. Then much further yet down the road; it will start a slow crawling reversal, but none of us will ever ever see reversals nor will we see absolute points. We exist in our smaller lines inside the larger line of cosmos. If we were seeing either direction start to get to where it would be dangerous, time would run slower and slower and slower for us endlessly, while we would not notice it. The illusion would be the reversal and change in cosmic expansion or contraction. It all loops around, and the illusion is too strong to ever be observed. The real mind blow is that in either direction, it is expanding out, as this is who we are, explorers dreaming out of the void. So in either direction, our relative perspective and viewpoint to reality surrounding us, is that things are getting larger and that it is happening faster, but eventually, if our lines were anywhere near long enough to be in a ratio with the line lengths of cosmos, it would appear to slow down and down and down, as cosmic time would be changing, producing that illusion. Just as light speed works on human travelers aboard a space ship, so does the vessel of the universe work in very similar manner. What we think was the first 5 minutes of time after the Big Bang, was billions of years the way we would feel time, should we be able to exist in that primordial soup of unfathomable temperature and pressure, which is not possible, physically. But at the plank level, in-between the void infinity and the physical hyperspace that comes into play,lays the great Astral Plane, where first Lawtronics works its magic, and then MIND forms to go on to create space-time, by a powerful lawtronic program that as I said, could no way be a coincidence of a million razor slice perfect balances so that we are all here and alive and living on Earth in 2014. 40 years ago, I was where these guys are now, and peeps were laughing. 40 years from now, they will be where I am now, hopefully, and I hopefully will have left this veil of tears, physically, as this dream for me has totally fucking sucked, at light speed squared!





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I HOPE you are ENJOYING READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 29. WOW, IT IS DOUBTFUL, WITH ALL OF MY DAMN ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER, GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK AND BETS ON THIS ONE, CUZZ!!!!!

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091707.611 (AKA SEPTEMBER 17, 2007, MRS. M).

Well everybody, here comes quite a freaking story, so B bathroom relieved, get your beer and pretzels, or whatever, your comfy-chair, and etcetera, and let us go, or if I were the purring cat radio of the Callio/Martino Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area, I now would B telling U to “Grab some tail and hold the shit on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, starting on Friday the seventh of September, of the year Ano Dominae of two thousand and seven, I have been under a major MO death siege, and once more in reiteration, this stands 4 MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. I also have shortened this to MILOTA, same diff, it all can B translated in totally synonymous meanings, to liquid pig shit, mixed with sour vinegar, hurl juices from all the patients receiving chemotherapy, and further meshed together with those extra niceties such as beer urine, dog dung, monkey cum, and aides infected blood. Yummy in the tummy, drink up Milota, but let me do video distance delay Swiscan and observe your facial expression, pweeeze!!!!!!! My Morians, I am getting kemtrails, planes, choppers, big time health attack death beams and sky poisons, utility attacks, breaking and entering into my trailer, violations of all of my Civil Rights as a legally born law abiding United states Citizen.

Let me start with the attack at 10:30 this morning, a super loud and low milituforce plane and then a half hour later, a milituforce roof scrapping house shaking chopper, struck me, zenithing my personal space, to keep this Dirtbag stock market from ever going in any direction other than up into the fucking stars. I am going to open an E-TRADE on-line trading account, and do what I should have done when the market crossed 12,000 points 4 the first time, as I swore that I would do, but fucking pussied out!!!!!!! Admitantly, I actually lost one more bet than I won in opposite shooting, by in fact winning more bets out of 36 non-green spins than I lost, with 4 green house vig pop ups. On the 10/100 betting level, we would lose as a partnership one time, or $90, and then add on 4 half-loss betting amounts for the house vig, or $55 times 4, or $220. Minus 90 and another minus 220 totals a $310 total loss, we each thereby would lose $155.00, and this happens about 1 out of 8-10 times, and this weekend was one of those times. Still in the last 10 paper play games, I am now still roughly holding a 70% loss out of the total 360 non green spins of outcomes of numbers of 1-36. Hence, by my losing my $10 betting amounts, Eddie Him would B winning his $100 betting amounts. Starting 2C yet my readership how I am about 2 kick some serious and quiet ass at the Atlantic City Casinos, and very soon, so if Eddy or I develop more health problems that interfere with our ability to go there and play, I accuse all of the mobsters and Briggers and all others whom I have accused on all of my prior DYING MANS DECLARATIONS of doing this to me and Eddie. Nothing works 100% of the time, even planets collide, even stars eventually burn out, and without getting into high dimensional scientific math equations, and keeping it simple, nothing is an absolute that is based on any type of statistical situations. Parallel event 4 example when applied to various things, have various degrees of long run effects. With roulette, applying two of the number parameters against the remaining third one of the following spin, such as every time a black and odd comes out, the next outcome has 26 highs and only 4 lows, UR now at a table where U can take advantage of this running parallel event. The long run play advantage on playing anything where a ration between these, and I SAID A RATIO MACHIME MIND, Aniwho, the advantage is 7% over 50/50, provided this ratio is 5:1 or greater. 26:4 is indeed a 5:1 or better ratio. Don’t get excited Governor Corzine and Sora, but I know what I know, and this is going 2 lead me into a new topic soon, and will B in this blog. So stay-C tuned my Morians, and Lessians!!!!!!! Spell checker wants me to change my non-Morians to female gays, but again, I know what I am talking about, do all of U really????????

Despite the evil empire scoring against me last week with huge gains on all of the entire evil trilogy, which as U all ready should have known would B the case from reading the first blog that I posted last week regarding the major attack last weekend at my work site, that began this 11 day and counting super nightmare attack 4 me, I still managed 2 post 3 major blogs last week containing a warehouse of shit that I know that ‘they’ did not want up on the Blogger dot com website!!!!!!!!!! I will go on telling and rating, all the things that these wicked satanic dirty sleaze balls do 2 me until the day I get put into a box and laid to rest, which of course is your MW viewpoint on death and dying 4 the most part. However, I know only 2 well that I am using Google and Blogger, and my own website of www.morianity-foundation.com as basically a TIME CAPSULE. This is not so different from the many dozens of tightly wrench capped soda bottles that I buried all over a roughly 3000 square mile area in 5 counties and 2 states, with messages in them back in 1987, 1987, and 1988, that I have buried in holes roughly 40 inches deep. Still this is the low teck time capsule and was the only avenue of opportunity available 2 me at that present time, whereas now, wow, I have the Al Gore Boulevard, [information highway], or said perhaps better with some deflation of ego 2 one individual, the interconnected network of the personal and business computer system of the globe. I know all 2 well that not many R reading my stuff, and those that R, think that I am the epitome of Looneytuneville. This is OK, but over the weekend, the next door guard whom I told this blog that I’ve not seen 4 close to two months now, appeared at my post on all 3 of my working shifts, just popped back into my life. I know a mission from the sixth dimension is behind this occurrence, they really take me for the President of the Stupidity Club of Planet Earth. He was mentally manipulated to come over and attempt 2 discourage me from my blogging efforts and activities with my website, telling me and it is true, I’ll admit 2 it, that everyone is in their own little world, and unless U are a name recognized person, no one will read or care about anything that U ever write and publish/post up 2 a web logging site. A simpler translation would B that if Britney or Lindsey started a blog, and told the silliest things in the world, it would get millions of hits, first because of WHO they R, and secondly because they R young honey female knock outs. I do not dispute this, but more to the story exists here, as is the case with all things, but a person needs to really carefully scrutinize the facts in their entirety and totally analyze even the remote and distant parts that make up a reality situation, B4 throwing their last towel into the cold dark sea, and then just stand on the jetty shivering to fucking death!!!!!!!!!! I am using Pyre Labs and Google and Blogger dot com, and my website, not to communicate with those living so much in the here and now, but mostly, far out into the future spaces of the fourth dimension. On the 3rd dimension, 600 years away is just that, it is 600 light years of photonic distance away from presently interacting waves and particles that make up our reality and that of all around us as people of the Earth, but on the higher 4th dimension, these waves and particles R all in one clump, together meshed and mixed together. On this 4th dimensional space, the present, and 50 million years back or ahead, all is one and the same, just not here in the conscious world that exists inside a more limited three dimensionality. Translation to the 2nd grade, as I pen these blogs, people that will not pop out of their moms in third dimensional space, the yet un-born, R those that I am speaking all of this 2 and revealing what I have learned from the two loves of my life, the great lightning goddesses, Diana Zudlowcronesia Arteemis, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. These lovely teen queens R still teen queens in your future time as well, they R the sane yesterday, today, and tomorrow, as explained above in the fourth dimension, and then complexities far beyond this also R involved in the cosmic mix. So whoever comes to and reads any of my blogs or comes 2 my website, in the world of today, this dark aged 20th/21st century era, fine and dandy. Welcome, UR one of the chosen few who thirst and quest 4 the real truth not some cult or religious organization, that after all is said and done, is interested in two things, the money it can get from its flock, or the sex it can get from other cult members. This also is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, some things in the mortal world just never change, and this is a total fact of life 4 Hair, Blair, and all of us.
Hopefully now, I can tell my troubles and what some force is doing, to wreck my life for 40 years or so; 2 a more enlightened and socially advanced population, praise B to the great Sarah-Stacey. Speaking of the All Mighty, I will B posting a song that I recently wrote lyrics around a melody that I wrote in 1997, and it is called, “She’s Sarah-Stacey”. My 4 new song posts will B this one, Lois Foca, MO, and That’s The Way It Goes, written in 1969, and rearranged slightly in 1981 when the song was sent down for (C) to the Library of Congress Copyright Office, along with a set of other tunes.

Do not get me started with EXPLORATRONS, TRACEDUPS, PLAYFIELDS, and ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORKS, or AWEN. Believe it or not, AMEN was really pronounced differently once, and a few Trappis Monks , one of which invented the game of ROULETTE, SRI HERMAN ROULE, and a few KNIGHTS TEMPLAR and SECRET MASON ORDERS, and ROSICRUCIANS, the real ones, not the piss-ant new-agers, and some Variagi Masters, and Himalayan Buddhists, and a rare few other ‘knowers’ and ‘seers’ know of this major secret, and Merlin, the great wizard was one of them, and when he tried to tell King Arthur about it, he went mad and needed 2B secretly ‘towered’.

Here is the truth about the 2280’s, 300 years ahead in the 4th dimension from the times of my residing at Robin Hill and recording my dance demos, and being employed at RPL Sound Studio, and the rest of the total packaged nightmare. It was the end of the 80s, the late autumn of 1988, and I worked 4 a very crooked and evil security outfit that had their private detective license pulled more than once, but they regained their business by simply changing names and starting all over again, the Dario family. They had a lovely daughter who reminded me quite a bit of my Sarah, but that is all there is to this part of the story. One day they had me working on a post that amounted to no more than my sitting in my car at an intersection in Philadelphia right under the highway over passing me called I-95. The intersecting streets that I refer to are Walker and Water Streets, in South Central Philadelphia. Dorothea Dario had sent inspectors to all the sites with the weekly paychecks for all of their security guards. My pay was way short and I drove 2 blocks to a Wawa or some little store near the river so that I could call the office and tell her my pay was short, and there were phones at this store, and this was in the days B4 cellular telephones. She landed into me and hollered at me and cursed at me, and was so monstrous, that I drove back on site, sat there 4 an hour, and then decided my life was so hellish and this was the straw that broke my back as well as the proverbial camel’s. I drove my car right into the Delaware River, off of a pier nearby and through a barrier, and sank to the bottom of a murky deep water system, dark and cold. Suddenly water was gushing in and no door would open. I drowned and remember being back in my car at Walker and Water Streets, dry and warm, heater running loud and delivering powerful nice heat. I tried 2 move, but could not so much as wink an eyelid. I tried to yell as hard as I could, but again, nothing!!! This went on what seemed, and this is the Stacey’s honest truth, days and days, and then all of a sudden I could move, suddenly like magic, but no time had ticked by. I had looked at my car radio clock just B4 driving the short 2 blocks from the post site, into the Delaware River. It read 7:12 Post Meridian. It now was showing its bright red digits of 7:14, just two lousy minutes of time passes. Where was I for this endless period of still coma, and why wasn’t I dead and drowned? How did I get out of the bottom of the river? I did, that is all I know. Then, 2 entities were just there, in my back seat, little child or dwarf like things with long line type of eyes. Olympian’s have these types of eyes on the Astral Plane. At the time, I had little awareness of such things, I did not say any, I said little. Let me continue now bringing this story around to its ultimate loop where we talk about the great Paula Flatire Kong King!!!! She 2 this day follows me around and flattens my tires, I caught her doing this to my vehicle outside John Kennedy Hospital, where my mother flat lined after all these wicked Lambrigg cultists did what they did to her that none of the great medical experts could ever get to the bottom of and medically figure out, not the areas finest neurologists and brain surgeons and cardiologists, and the list is laundry length. She was letting air out of my driver’s side front tire when I came out from visiting my mom after she regained consciousness but was never ever the same again. U prosecutors of these Jersey county’s should B so ashamed of your filthy rotten selves, letting so much fucking crime go outrageously unpunished while claiming I am a delusional mentally ill nut case. If Jack McCoy was not a phase four prosecutor from a fictional television show and I could get to tell my hellish shit 2 someone like him, wow would my troubles B on the way towards an end, and MO’s problems would B just about 2 begin, big-time. A left side major death angel attack just struck me here as I penned this at quarter past jive five, it is major, and still after a full minute is just starting 2 dissipate. Anyway, back 2 the 2 entities that were suddenly JUST in the back seat of my car, all weird and with a sort of a semi-glow, at Walker and Water Street’s, and Sorry Wall Street, but U’ve hit me hard and long, now this story needs come out, hold on Mizz Cat purr, a tail spin should result, and if it does not, I will simply buy one contract on my credit card and start fucking E-trading, just try 2 fucken’ stop me bwaby-wuv Elmer!!!!!! They told me all about the World Lab, but it was not until AD2007 that I learned that Paula King the teen queen friend of Sarah who would go on 2 produce descendants that would someday control the world. Finally, a world will B controlled by the scientific community instead of these morons in politics and religion. These 2 powerful structures that R there 2 impose ways that all semi-educated and half intelligent persons fully know R there for the sole purpose of population and civilian control. Scientists on the other hand by their very nature R quite the opposite and this control and greed world of the ego that exists in most of global society today, will B wiped clean out within a couple of centuries. Unfortunately, unlike the conceivers of Star Trek, there R as yet other unforeseen evils ready 2 instantly replace these old day negatives, with an entire and yet 2B fathomed huge new set of problems, problems do not go away on this miserable Earth, they merely change in their form and adapt very nicely with the ever moving spirit of the times, whatever these times may B. Aniwho, they told me all about this World Lab, that it was there in the late third of the 23rd century, and that in 2301 an incredible accident happened leading to send-backs and pop-ups that R in this present time, and with numerous agendas. Nothing is ever precisely as predicted and written in a prophetic book, but read Doctor Bruce Goldberg’s book called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, in case UC me as a rambling sickie on a mental disability and with a credibility of zero-minus, as here is a normal by accepted sociological standards dude, with a Doctorate in Philosophy, a PHD for crissake!!!!!!! Traced-ups and play-fields causes the originals when in sub-conscious states by the mortal world MW view of looking at this, to ‘dream it in’ so 2 speak, and ‘controllers’ who R high positioned in this astral entertainment network, can trace copy the dream travelers or the EXPLORATRONS, and enter into their interactive play-fields. I was placed in a beautiful garden area where a building sat that only I knew about. Sarah-Stacey appeared 2 me 10 or more years older than I normally C her at her endless 16th birthday. She was quite a young lady, and every bit as beautiful as ever, and she told me that she was “going to destroy all life on the world that she had created and the world and the heavens around it as well”, quote me, I would dare not lie about something of this magnitude. I begged her not to do this 4 the gods only know what reason, as right now I admit that I wish this galaxy would turn into a mud of shit. Aniwho, her words back 2 me after I had put in this emotional request, begging her on my knees, “Because U loved Diana, I will spare the world 4 now”. This happened, and if I lie, it is on me with the eternal weight and value attached that naturally would B on matters in line with these. All of these exploratronic interactions or interactions that mortals in phase 3, shift into while here and dropping out their conscious mind or [falling asleep] as the MW would so term this, occur when U do not simply return to the astral realer or truer higher reality that all ready UR existing in. However, this is not the case all the time, and when we do not shut off here and resume there, not that really any parallel connection is any realer than we all choose 2 make it B anyway, but in these such instances, instead of as mystic guru’s of the esoteric would put it, dreaming on the astral plane or realm, we instead R interacting [dreaming] in hyperspace as sort of a recessant personality against and compared with another HSM or hyperspace me, only the dominant other world or parallel universe counterpart, he or she is in a conscious wavelength, and to him or her, U the dreaming invader to that world R an EXPLORATRON. This is one of several ways in which some ‘travelers’ of the ‘mind’ [6th-D] is mind, get caught in a no-return cosmic rip tide that leads down into the sub life of the microbes, germs, viruses, and the split leveled awareness's in the subatomic and sub molecular interactions that can B labeled as PHASE 5 BEINGNESS. We cannot go here 4 a long time, U only think I have said outlandish bizarre things as of yet so far, so 4 now, I will cool it!!!!!! Paula King and Sarah and Nina, and other friends from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
city, NJUSAESMWG, R all part of the hugest inter-cycle happenings imaginable, and the chain that John Henningsen gave me, has many secrets and answers all locked up within it. Remember that if U or I dream about an object, B it your TV set or lamp or a wrist watch or a car or anything, it is now an astrally connected or more accurately astrally empowered object, right here on the physical plane. The story of World Lab is only known about presently by me, as David Roth whom also knew about, WAS MURDERED earlier in this miserable freaking century. However, a taped life journal may very well B turned over 2 some one some day, and this may get 2 various people in various futures and parts of 3-D space along the time line, missing some and hitting others, but when I tell Google, I am speaking directly to the future, so long as they remain active, and then there is laser trace, distance delay scan, Swis, and the great lunar satellites that link up with Earth orbital’s as well, that make a huge field that can synthesize great distances. I will detail World Lab, Paula King, Sarah and her friends, whether I have sufficient claims to state with accuracy and authority that she is living on Earth, and really is the All Mighty Jehovah Goddess, and on and on, but later on in the 4th dimension we can detail these things, along with the magical and extremely powerful CHAIN, which spells CHINA in a different alphabetized combination, the first builders of bead counters, and the I-Ching, which is really, based on the first premises of computer systems, as a hexagram can B face up or down blocks on sticks or [wands], and based on the yin/yang possibilities of a throwing of these wands, each of the six are a binary code of a sorts, and this is real, it has tranced me to things that I dare not talk about today, nor will I 4 some time. The Deliverance Hex is the one that propelled and hurled me on the night or early morning of the 7th of December of 1996, to the street in Atlantic City with Sarah, at the Trinidad, and I learned that what I was searching 4 and going totally crazy over, was right there in front of my nose all along, but without the I-Ching, I would have lost it and B in a mental health facility forever out of my mind and forever nuts, millions of years of coma and insanity, is thesis somebody’s idea of Next Generation HELL, Engineer Jordy, or what?????????

Well Big brown eyed beautiful girl, no matter what U ever do 2 me, my love 4U great Jehovah Stacey is as infinite as your upline thought, and yes, I screwed up when attempting 2 explain on a PB the size dimensionality of the endless upline and downline series of multiverses that all loop together in this strange and very mysterious location that U have all heard me refer 2 as the SIXTH DIMENSION. All of everything here in the downline totaled together, can never B as great as the smallest thing above us in the uplines, and concentrically, the up-line's smallest thing is greater and larger than all of their down-lines all totaled up together, but any way, my long bright brown haired teen queen, your parents nor Diana’s powerful evil brother will never stop my endless infinite love 4 U my great queen. I made some bad mistakes, but if U give me just one more chance, I will not let U down. I know U came 2 me as Giant Sharon in early August of 1998, and I blew it like a stupid scared little wuss that I am, can U ever forgive your special doggie, THAT BOY, Zeranniss Yancy?????????????



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