Sunday, February 9, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 8




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SUNDAY MORNING

9 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG







THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,



CHAPTER 8



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The rain that came that I reported on me' previous blog, fizzled out like a bowl of steam farts in a nose plug factory. There were no weather incidents whatsoever in or anywhere near me' town of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, despite the numerous hot-shots with their turd ass almighty weather predictions and media-scares of FAKE NEWS, huh distant-CUZ-Donnie boy? Lightning has really let me down and hasn't been over to visit with me wince the very beginning of goddamn asshole September of 2019. I've observed throughout this now nearly four decade long hellishness that surrounds me, that all things and all dots most definitely do connect all the time. So when times grow extremely mother sucking bad for me as they have since last summer time of 2019, well, since one thing that I love so much is lightning, this is taken away from me. All things that I like are removed, and simultaneously, all things that I hate suddenly and quite mysteriously begin to come around me as if I were rice, and they were the color-WHITE. Oh well, like I can do anything to stop this horrendous mother sucking HUNTINGTON CURSE for crying out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I have made some new and alternate plans recently, and I have found out some shit that I cannot prove, but know totally well are true. However, me' source won't come forth publicly to verify it. Why should he. Look what that dirt bag prick monster crook just did to those two fellows with commendable reputations, who served their great country with honesty, bravery, and integrity; words totally foreign and unknown to our miserable rotten president. He “FIRED” them for daring to testify truthfully against him, in the damn impeachment trial, just as soon as he got acquitted by the totally crooked Republican-Senate CRIMINALS of 'WASH YOUR HANDS' PONTIUS PILATE, WASHINGTON, DC; and without anyone involved ever being stars on any stupid and crumby reality television shows!!!!!! Yes, I know for a fact, although me' witness will remain endlessly silent so as to not have to be TORTURED SUCH AS THE THREE OF US; that Trump had his criminal goons place my name on a particular financial file that totally kibosh kills anyone who is attempting to honestly rebuild and repair their credit. I won't reveal specific details because just as me' great mom would so instruct me many decades ago and back in the previous century, but this is the one thing to do to an enemy provided you have the power to to it, and THEY DO, since THEY were the ones persecuting me by getting the HFC and other creditor crooks, to persecute me long after any legal action could be done against me on decade long bad-debts. When evil powerful dirt bag peeps want to hurt you, it is an endless non-stop procedure of one harmful covert trick after another, to endlessly keep me down and illegally financially oppressed FOR MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING LIFETIME! Yessir Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA of Camden County New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties; “THEY HAVE BUDDIES”, not just in the military, but in banking and financial circles that stretch way out past Wall Street and Manhattan in general, but with tentacles that go for thousands of miles, yo BRRRRRRRR! The really amazing thing is that my wild nut case kid seemed to be in league with him, and Martha, and Mister Macy; even before things took off for me THIS BAD, and THIS ROTTEN in the early twenty-first century, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















I talk an awful damn lot about hyperspace and transdimensional stuff, right folksingers and FOLKS, Sir Microsoft Corporation? Well, why naut, MIZZ BLAKE? What is the greatest reason for this mother fucking absurd love affair of the past score or double-decade of time, between the REPUBLICAN PARTY and the EVANGELISTIC CHRISTIANS? We all know it before I type in anything more about 'Komocossi' Pilots, baby mamas who end up in previous apartments and informing me that they recently miscarried a baby, or even great Egg Harbor strange dreamed schools near potato chip factories. And I know I misspelled the 'Harry-Carry' word, so please know that the mighty Mike Soft Hellwrecker System WAS OF NO HELP TO ME THERE WITH A CORRECT SPELLING, YO; that I am speaking of daughter number two, WHO NEVER GOT BORN HERE AT ALL IN THIS SIGNATURE OF ATOMIC VIBRATION, AKA, in this dimension of reality, or in a parallel universe. I was told by my agent at the great Toronto Dominion Bank, that he heard the mighty Mister Space-boy Musk claim that my wild drawing-tract from 1997, that I used to pass out in the dead of night, showing how all of us here on the Earth-Planet, are living inside of a created SIMULATIONOGRAM; has mathematical odds of being totally correct by 999,999,999,999:1. “A trillion to one odds that WE ARE NAUT inside of this thing”, with the great PINK GODDESS OF 10-SC Avenue running the program. I am no longer saying these things, now we have the mighty Elon verifying and echoing back me' own words, Mizz Listener Teresa of WFMU-Internet Radio, honey pie!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEE from a parallel world is a 'PRIME' example here of me' argument for why Christians should naut be quite so fucking hung up on this 'R-V-W' issue, and the rights of the unborn. I hate murderers, and no one hates them and major criminals MORE THAN I DO, YO, and IPYT! But when a woman is pregnant, and go ask any damn expert who understands these microbiological truths if I'm speaking truth here myself, BUTTERCHEESE, and a BIG ASS BUTT but folks, our dreams do not begin for us until AFTER we are actually here and breathing for some time. The C-SQUARED conversion is just not there. So when pregnancy happens, every single one of these BEINGS get born SOMEWHERE, and people disgust me for not even trying to think fifth dimensionally on an issue that makes so many people praise that criminal monster. Nobody thinks little babies are cuter than I do, and I am certainly not for killing anybody; but this much I know because of what I have gone through and witnessed. We will all end up in all sorts of possible parallel realities. This is why only one, or in the case of multiple births that run in my own family, actually get born in this universe here. Those that do not make it, are the ones who get born in alternate realities, and I of all peeps know this, because I have traveled to an alternate universe where I have a wonderful lovely daughter named PEE and I have talked about this throughout me' long-winded MORIANITY. Here we are again, proving and verifying the ironies of life, as well as the absolute verification of the JRSS. This one issue, to wit all this nightmare hell has sprung from and giving this sicko would-be king great global power, all because he is so (PRO-LIFE), is all rapped up in the nonsense about this issue. I realize that when all my knowledge is someday realized, it will take the laws of the land many decades to catch up. I mean after a retrace job is done, it is hard to convict a person of murder. Who died for heaven's sake? And when we realize fully and without a speck of doubt, that no one really DOES NOT GET BORN, just maybe not here in this exact particular universe, and again; lots of new legislation will go into effect, but this is all not even part of the 21st century, so going on with it is stupid. Still, what a shame, because THIS IS why we all have this would be dictator power monger president in charge, who plans to wipe out freedom and rights for anyone less than a millionaire. It may not happen until the end of the twenties or even out into the thirties, but it will happen when he gets it all done according to his plan, him and his rotten stinking ROYAL FAMILY OF HIS; you dumb-ass god, Mister Steve Griffin Pipe Murray! You wanted to be in with this sicko criminal power hungry thug? Well, you Ring River Province peeps of Purgatory are a strange lot to say the least, ol' pal!!!!!!!! Yes, I am a different species than you are, just as you told me that day in the gate-house there, in Florence, NJUSAESMWG. You proved that to me by saying that statement, a lot more than you did just by seemingly knowing what you did about the great ASTRAL-PLANE (Purgatory)!!!!!!!!!! He told me that he wanted his son to marry that sleazy daughter of theirs with the RUSSICAN name, without the extra STAR TREK-TNG 'R', of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No-sir peeps; PEE, and the story of her, is way more fascinating than the story of MERRY; and THAT, IPY all, yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! For right now peeps, and to quote myself from one day in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, at the great Eckert Pharmacy, on the mighty July 12 date, in the year of 2003; “Don't even get me started here”! The lady there that day responded with, “Don't worry Mark, I won't”. she didn't. BUTTERCHEESE, and but people, later on, I will really get into shit that pertains to Starburn Outreach, Rump-Chump Trump's pals who ripped off the name and idea and formed their own real estate empire, as well as that wild shit that led up to this entire nightmare of AUGUST 15, 1986, after coming awake from that PARALLEL REALITY where I spent 153 days there all in one night where my body was 'ASLEEP' here in my Cherry Hill bed at the home of Sir Richard Barf Karpf.















The great examiners and head librarians of the Library of Congress all know a lot about my story, even though most of them think I am just the New Jersey crackpot of WFMU. Remember peeps, when peeps of great power and with vested interests in silencing those who they have wronged and those who know a lot of wild shit about them as well, decide to employ plans to stop their enemies from doing this, their number one weapon is to declare them CRACKPOTS, just as when the FEDS don't want anyone of us to do something or know something, they ALWAYS INSTANTLY HIDE BEHIND THEIR FAVORITE LINE OF STEALTH, and that being, “In the interests of NATIONAL SECURITY”. Both of these things are the same shit, the very same stinky pile of puke all rapped up inside of one hellish nightmare on endless steroids, and gone unchecked over too long a period of time, ALWAYS LEADS TO THE END OF ANYTHING RESEMBLING A DEMOCRACY. History bears out these words, AND MY POWEFUL AND TRUTHFUL WARNINGS!!!!!!! Dennis Snyder says it best as he always does of course, “And that's just reality, son”. While I did this blog or the second half of it, me TRIAD NABES are making very strange annoying sounds on me' ceiling or next to me, wherever this fuckign dogshit is truly coming from as this appears to be weirdly fucking deceptive. Many times shit seems to be above me but it really is next door to me. I am now going to pause and watch my TIME TUNNEL TV SHOW on the ME-TV Channel, I'll be right BACHHHK, Governor Muscles!!!!!!!!





















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This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:


If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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Yeppir, I think most of us out heredahelda and OUT HERE, do know that I AM FOR REAL, and most definitely NAUT 4 REALE!!!!!!!! And still it brings me lots of damn pleasure to see that even though most peeps won't five me those rightful props, many times me' own closest family and peeps or so-called pals; it is what it is, just as the lovely but totally rotten to the core LATENGRATE MIZZ Dawn-Marie King would say so frequently, back up there in Berryville (Hammonton), New Jersey, USAESMWG. Yes peeps, the ALMIGHTY SSJKK (GOD) did say in Holy Scriptures, that SHE knew us all in the womb. I am quite sure that SHE does and did, and all of that silly mortal world time discrepancy junk. Jehovah Pink Goddess Neecy thinks at a minimum, 5th dimensionally. As I said before, all of those tiny little dots become people, SOMEWHERE. Even if a woman is unable to have any children in this universe, somewhere in countless multiple parallel realities in the fifth dimensional hyperspace, she has countless offspring. And likewise, in all of those universes, the very same reality goes for all of the other locales. But if I tried to ever really explain it, only the very top intelligentsia of academia would be able to get the smallest parts and pieces of what I would tell, and nobody in the entire groupation of Adams Animals cares in the least that I claim to know a lot of truths that others do not as a result of one magical person and office coworker and gal pal of my mother's from long ago, lovely Mizz Patricia Hollister. She gave me the great ancient secret wisdom known as the FASCITAR, by way of leaving some informational paraphernalia on her office desk all day and then somehow sliding it into her trash can at the end of business that day and somehow getting my mother's attention regarding this stuff so that she would fish it out of her can and bring it home. It was a mail order school which was a very rare thing in the early and middle nineteen-seventies, and they advertised instructional learning cassette tapes on numerous subjects of various curriculum. When I ordered this instead of other more down to Earth subject-tapes from them, my mom was very disappointed. To this day I do not know whether to be in agreement or in disagreement with her concerning thisssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica 1983 Snakes Cane of AMC! I know that all items that happen in this physical material life and realm, called the Physical Plane by mystics and psychics; are indeed part of some incredible programming system that is all an absolute part of the entire simulationogram. Thinking of this Mister Musk item as an upline reality, or as the great Religion of sound and light, ECKANKAR calls it, the Mental Plane above the Astral Plane; it would be just as mathematically obvious as well as completely blatant for things to indeed operate in this fashion. I have told the tale of my coming down to Florida over a decade ago now, and how I somehow brought the wrong bag of tapes with me. There were two bags of cassette tapes in my bedroom closet at the house I was living in with the King family in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, a rental home owned by an agent of the Federal Bureau of investigation from Austin, Texas, at the time in late 2009, named Steve Caruso. I wanted to bring and thought that I did in fact bring the bag that I did not bring. Instead, I lost all of my music just about, all my material that I had copyrighted that was on cassette tape, and what I did bring down here with me, in concert and no pun intended, with my daughter's fantastic movie with lovely Oprah in that same year, things began rushing back as I began to notice absolute similarities in speech patterns in certain very important things in my life, mostly connected with the 1983 unknown and undiagnosed medical condition that I had developed out of nowhere, where suddenly I found myself chocking to death on the night of 4 June of 1983. But me' pernt here Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens is that I had absolutely no intention of bringing the bag containing that particular tape. I would have driven back to exchange them in fact, if I had realized this error, as long as I could have reached the house before Dawn had awakened, say as far as southern Maryland or maybe a wee bit further. My music means a lot to me, as those damn songs were written about my real life, and although done cleverly and with many coded lyrics, they told incredible truths ranging from lightning goddesses all the way to the details of the Huntington Curse and all of the pieces connected into it. But something somewhere OBVIOUSLY wanted me to have that other bag that contained those other tapes, including the one where I was able to transpose the conversation with my daughter when she was fourteen years old on the telephone and she was enjoying playing her game of fake laboratory technician, and transfer her voice onto my song copyrighted in 2013 from the original tune done in 1983 on my SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD project, and this was put onto a vocoder machine at Bonjovi's Recording Studio called AVALON, in Port Saint Lucie, Florida. Very familiar sounding, huh John Cuzz's Tony? It sure is, yo! But me' pernt in all of this is that large items that happen to us, right down to what we may mistakenly call 'accidents', are ANYTHING BUT ACCIDENTS, in this wild unfathomable SIMULATIONOGRAM of Elon Musk!!!!!!!!!!!!










Mike Soft and I now say to this blogaud,

END TRANsdimensional, & END TRANSMISSION.



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FRIDAY MORNING

7 FEBRUARY, 2020

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,



CHAPTER 7



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It's pouring rain now at half past three on this morning, peeps, here in fort Pierce, FL-USA. This was predicted, and there are storm watches up and down the entire east coast of this country right now and throughout the rest of the pre-dawn morning. But that is nothing next to the storm that I tried quite hard to warn this world about, NAUT ONCE, BUT TWICE, YO. First in the second half of 1980, or more accurately, in early after 1981 after I had copyrighted my song, only was it really my song, “Love Is For Carpenters”? In any case, the second time was during these blogs of the Mountainpen, warning the entire world what a total deranged dangerous monster and criminal that the mighty Sir Donald Trump truly is. Both times, oh Hugo; I WAS IGNORED. Way more hurt than I can ever be as a result of this, is that all of you are as well, first with all of us having a number and none of us having a name, and then with this beyond monster from hell in control over the free world. Jay-Jay Evans said it better than anyone else I know of, even though both myself as well as the musical artist from the early nineteen-seventies Mister Hurricane Smith, also have echoed these words, and those being, “WHAT CAN I SAY”? Oh yes Mizz Blake, I may NAUT be the greatest known prophet on the planet in my time period, but I am still claiming to be same and merely with the world 'known' removed! SAD, vely vely sad! The phone company thought that nineties joke of CALL-TEN and the CALLIO FAMILY was real real REALE funny perhaps, but as with many of the greatest jokes on this Earth-Planet, me' folksingers and me' folks out heredahelda and OUT HERE, along with Sir Mike Soft; THE JOKE IS ON ALL OF THEM!





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Today, 7 February, in case anyone may just remember; is MCGUIRE DAY, and the 23rd anniversary of the day that I met him in adult-life, on Tennessee Avenue, HIS STREET since he appears to think that he OWNS IT, LOVELY SPOON DANCING OPRAH, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG.









Ever since the stock market began operating in the eighteen-hundreds, heredahelda and HERE in America, it never ever traded its industrial averages in points greater than THREE-DIGITS, that is until early in the 1983 year, and just a couple of months AFTER MY DEPARTURE FROM 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, in Voorhees Township New Jersey, USAESMWG. Discussing this in its fullness would require a book more intricate and more lengthy than the United States TAX CODE. ButTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT BUT, it can indeed be summed up by saying a few things, beginning with Thursday being another big UP DAY for it, and all as a result of TRUMP'S ACQUITTAL in the UNITED STATES SENATE from charges brought against him in the HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES for his IMPEACHMENT. Rather than be happy for this event, he has become more of a total fucking sicko monster, and has railed against all of those whom he perceives as those frustrating his presidency since he took office in January of 2017. I of course DID WARN THE WORLD of his behavior long before he even threw his mother fuckign hat into the ring in 2015, and EVERYBODY OUT HERE KNOWS THIS, AND KNOWS THESE BLOGS SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES AS WELL, PROVING WHAT I AM NOW CLAIMING TO BE THE ABSOLUTE AND TOTAL TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU ALL that the market would be at 30,000 points which it is, and I told you all what a brutal monster and criminal TRUMP is, was, and ALWAYS WILL BE. I had absolutely nothing to gain at all by doing any of thissssssss, oh lovely Erica of AMC SNAKES in 1983, and everybody else too, yo!!!!!!!!!!! I remind you all how he continues to say that the markets will crash drastically should anything happen to him or his position of great and lofty global power. If the Democrats can't kick this monster out of office this year with the upcoming national election vote, then this entire world is TOTALLY DOOMED, oh not the wealthy fuckign dirt bags, but all OF THE REST OF US POOR SHMUCKS OUT HERE WHO ARE POOR AS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Endlessly kept down endlessly oppressed, and covertly made the endless SLAVES of this new world order's wealthy class known as the billionaires. THEY are the new world nobles, and the rest of us are the new world serfs and SLAVES!

















What nobody understands unless they are really seriously into mathematics, is something called the absolute rule of quick-percentage, named by Mountainpen, but the experts in the math departments simply have other similar names for the very same truths. Once anything starts and then gets going, it is under a powerful physical natural law known as MOMENTUM. My Morianity has called the combination of these two concepts, “Magnetic Percentages” and again, this most likely is also in the high-math books somewhere, but under different titles and names. When the stock market in America broke out of the three digit maximum, exceeding a greater than 999.99 points on the Dow Jones Industrial Average, it entered one of two phases that I have attempted to discuss intelligently to a less than genius world around me. I promise you all that most WALL STREET TRADERS are not fully cognizant of the awesome power behind these words. But if we take the year 1983 when it hit 1000 points for the first time, and shortly before my omnidirectional UNEXPLAINABLE WEIRD CHOKING CONDITION CAME ON ME OUT OF NOWHERE; we can see that the basic all time CONSTANT in the market of an averaged annual ten percent gain, suddenly took off in the laws of 'larger-numbers'. Taking a ten percent increase in value from the year of 1930 when the markets were an extremely tiny number is one thing. But once it eventually grew to a more sizable number in points, the rate of expansion and mathematical delta, became more and more intense. It works like time works on human beings. When we're fuckign children in grammar school, we sit and look at the slow moving clock from half past one until somewhere around three, taking forever and ever. But as we grow much older, time literally appears to pass us all in a much faster movement. Ask any older person and they will tell you that years go by so much faster than they did for them as much younger people. There is no weird magic going on here, and the reason is quite obvious. It is all happening within a built in mathematical process, and not too many things operate more mathematically than the human brain does, when all is said and done. But if we multiply 110% times the DJIA-POINTS on the final week of every year on the final day of business or the last Friday of each year; ON AVERAGE for a very long time, the DJIA follows this TEN PERCENT ANNUAL UP-TICK. Because of this, and I speak here in every bit of a fucking omnidirectional way as I speak of all parallel event reality where EVENT-A AND EVENT-B seem to be attracted to each other in either a positive or a negative way, as I was just recently discussing on a recent past blog; but yes, because of this, my entire life that for whatever reasons lay magically behind this parallel event where I am EVENT-B and the DOW JONES is EVENT-A, or reversing the two if you wish since either direction works in parallel event and unlike with KARMA'S cause and effect where only EVENT-B is a result of EVENT-A, but this explains why my life from time to time gets better and gets worse, because not only are very short term boosting effects connected into this parallel event, but also corrections from the normal ten percent annual profits where in a longer term, the percentage goes off a little bit from 10%, and taking sometimes as long as years to return again to this constant equation, and these two elements combined are why my life takes such major dips, since most of the time, the stock market is BULLISH, and anyone who knows anything at all about it, KNOWS THIS IS TRUE. In a total nutshell, as anything progresses, a momentum begins to be born and as many or most born things, they also GROW, and this is what is behind those otherwise totally invisible OZ-CURTAINS. So first, the markets got much bigger as enough time passed so that the ten percent annual growth would start having much larger dollar effects on the economy. Then, my life since it's on this stupid ass fucking parallel event with the market, has bigger and bigger effects and the really bad times and really bad shit around me has grown only worse and worse and worse, as this market continues its seemingly endless exponential expansion. This and ONLY THISSSSSSSSS, me' lovely Erica Snakes, from 1983-AMC; is the explanation that would otherwise remain an endless rotten fucking mystery for me, naut that this is naut endless misery; huh lovely Mizz Blake from AT&T??????????













The James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome is nothing to ignore or scoff at, and why this man has naut been on every single national television show with his concept, only mother fucking totally proves to me, that HALLS FAWCES are doing all that they are able to, in order to thwart this incredible knowledge and wisdom to spread and create the beginning roots of this supposedly new age movement, that in my humble opinion (IMHO) never really came at all. Anyone out here who can disbelieve Morianity Lawtronics, same thing as synchronicity, only it is one part of Lawtronics and there are other parts, but anyone who can doubt this, merely has no argument to do it and they are just being complete douche wads and ignoring the facts surrounding this powerful surreal phenomenon. I of course can type out a thousand of these things in my life without even trying or batting what's left of me' damn eyelashes. The one that comes to mind right now is the United States Copyright Office and its choices for labeling my 29 musical projects in a chronological file order that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the actual chronology of the projects sent to them. There are many wild JRSS items, but we all know, and I FULLY BELIEVE THAT THE MIGHTY COMCAST CABLE COMPANY IS AWARE OF IT, since their ad-spot a few years backnow with one of several telephone numbers that they list for calling them to receive their services. I speak of this one now in retaliation for the fuckign freeze-out just shy of midnight, causing me to have to reboot the system to restore my service, A-G-A-I-N!!!!!!!!!! Yes, that number shows the very same truth that my SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD does, as far as my daughter's age at particular years.






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Now folks, I don't think that I am such a damn important person, that a government agency such as the great LIBRARY OF CONGRESS © OFFICE would intentionally do this, and yes, I am not saying that even COMCAST did it intentionally. So then if they are NAUT doing this intentionally to try and drive me mad, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE MAHM; then it must be this unfathomably wild JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME (JRSS). Now if there is another possibility, tell me, yo; but don't go leaving some stupid moronic comment like Mizz Know-It-All WFMU LISTENER-TERESA, and say, I am merely completely and violently insane. Saying that when there is so much never ending proof to display, only tells me that peeps like her are just too stupid and or too close minded to see anything not one hundred percent ordinary every day shit.















This fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.

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At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)

Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:


If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.

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Sometimes a school is reality inside of the MAYA of the waking world hyperspace. By the dark cover of night time however, things are always drastically different. There is an entire world that materializes here. Sometimes one moon is up in the skies over this world, and sometimes there are two moons. THEY NEVER ARE SUPER MOONS, and also, they never appear to orbit. Mortal logic says this is not so. In fact, the simple reality is that some kind of light system goes on at night. But why only one or two strange circular lights up high, and never ever, do any lights come on at the place where they should, at the level of the ground. By day, the scene alters, with help from the electronic elf's and leprechaun's, but again, this is the mortal world explanation. Moving this one step further towards finality of my point right now; look at it this way if you will, kind people. You know what should be, and you know what appears to be, in many of life's situations. You may even know what definitely should not be. But, and I mean BIG-ASS-BUTT but; that does not always produce a great personal area where we can all agree to come to terms with the unknown. This is what fascinated Steve, Shirley, Patty, Stephanie, Ziggy, Russ, and of course, myself; all the way back as far as the nineteen-sixties.










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Now I will not tell who it was who put me into a mild trance, against perhaps my better judgment, and made me remember that wild night a little bit clearer, the night that altered my history, FOREVER. Still, as Gene Blucran Rotten-Berry and his pals all knew quite well, my non-probe induced trip that lasted 153 days and not to the Russican Planet, was one thing, merely adding the letter-C to the country known as Russia in the non fiction world; and it was an entirely different thing how my 1980 traveler song that was my best recollection when the event was brand new to me, of a much more gargantuan truth, the song sung to me by the GREAT SCYLLA GODDESS JEHOVAH, owner of the multiverse; called what else other than, “Love Is For Carpenters”, and sometimes shortened by me this author, to LOIS FOCA. The illustration sentence above makes an obvious conclusive reason for my doing this, no rocket science involved at least not that I was yet to be consciously aware of. Still, Gene Roddenberry sir, I was also the New Jersey inventor from World Laboratories, with my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL invention. The odds of all of this coincidental activity would be perdy dern close to a million to one against being just that, and not a connection directly to my life, in the 'non-fictional' world, and what a laugh many think those words to be, only I am not laughing, lads and lassies, not even in a whisper tone.



Now the real problem in analyzing my entire ligfe that eventually created all by itself, a religion for this third AD millennium, is that it is complex, and also by the minds and attitudes of the masses who let the media asshole world owners control their every thoughts and actions at least 95-99 percent of the time; all of it is totally crazy and nuts and not worth wasting five seconds even learning about any of it. Well I assure you, this is not the attitude of the WORLD OWNERS who make these masses think and believe this about me. They know it is all 100% for real, and then they act like an old foe of Almighty Jehovah, ''SATAN'' as church and religious folks call this entity; go onto deceive and lie about what they already know to be true. This SATAN bastard, knows that we all are totally eternal, and that there is a Sahasra Dal Kanwal, a great almighty Goddess who he has managed to cleverly currently get very close to, and she allows this; but then he lies to the rest of humanity and makes us all believe after life there is basically nothing ever again and get it while the 'gettin's-good' as they say; as after you die, bye-bye, it's all over forever. He knows this is nonsense, and yet tells the world continuously, a direct bold face lie of the complete opposite. This is how this agent of evil and hell works his magic to steal all the light out and away from our world, slowly but surely, it is more and more rotten and miserable, no matter how great and wonderful any thing at all, begins as. Now I am not going to go into a ninety thousand word diatribe here on this blog about the details that concern all this, as it is not important right now. But I have literally a four digit collection of facts that are far different than those known about by any scientific community, religious community, or even, occult and paranormal community. This places MORIANITY into a zone all of its own, and just because it stands quietly alone for right now, other than for 60,100 page views by maybe 15-50 steady readers and a few stragglers and curiosity seekers, of whom the gods only know the percentage of non-agents; still, maybe it is my job to show AGENTS how real this all is, as after-all, it is they who literally contain the power to make huge changes around all of us little powerless folks that definitely effect all of our lives at multiple countless levels, continually.


Now, if what happened to me in August of 1986, is ever to be fully grasped by any of you, let alone by me; an entire group of events, to quote the great Terry from Egg Harbor, New Jersey, not the detention center or the island high school, there Microsoft, but thanks for the memories; all needs to be properly categorized, if not in a perfectly organized time order to get Terry salivating, so much as, a complete order or a list of the ''everything involved'' in the August 1986 life altering experience. It involves using Magnesonic and the crush-destruct punishment sequencing programming of another NEW JERSEY INVENTION, only it ended up becoming one single invention, and never was housed in one single unit or machine, remaining to this day, a collection of technologies never encased into one fixed and grabbable brief case or even large electronic box. The only word that fits what I need to say is GRABBABLE, so screw it if I need to make up this new word and use it. I need to tell what I need to tell, case closed, Archibald queens Bunker! That too could be thought of I suppose, as ''ALL IN THAT FAMILY'', if I am allowed a small bit of humor here, folks.


You missed me Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Waterwitchbitch! Close, but still, ha ha, no dam cigar. The things that were all going on at the time of this life altering deal, was crushing the great Sarah Krassle on Magnesonic and then taking the broken image-object or (IO) for a short abbreviation; to the dark shores of Long Beach Island in New Jersey, and digging a whole an d burying this likeness of her into the sand near the breakwater. The entire weather altered within seconds after doing this, and stars winked out and clouds rolled in, and a chilly almost winter wind came zipping along that night in late July of 1986 somewhere, if my memories are at all accurate, it had tobe within the three official months of summer time, that much I remember clearly. Memories only fuzz out when this great TAWF family is involved in things, one way or the other. The only time my memories have appeared to be MESSED-WITH, or whatever; is when THEY ARE INVOLVED IN SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE, and never at any other time. The trip to see the group called, NEW SHOES, in NYC, USA, friends of my pal Dave; was also made on Saturday evening, the second of August, 13 days before I had sent the song I came to write the following week, about my experience while Dave was in the night club and I had chosen to remain in the vehicle, for copyright, called, “Real Good Girl”, and then the wild experience with the major earache that hurt as bad as a mastoid infection or whatever they used to call extreme infections in ears. Why this happened is unknown, and is all around the very same time that my musical arranger, Mister Tom Glenn almost burned to death in a fire. He had just been operated on in a nearby local hospital, and was recuperating when a major hospital fire started, always always, FIRES, as I said many times, the recording studio fire next door at th etoy factory, right Emmit Smokes? The apartment fire just down from my apartment in 1984, while I was at my second of three total stays at the Robin hill Apartments, photos have been previously posted and doing it every time I reference it is kind of blogger-babyish, at least to me. This is all way too serious to play, “Wow look at a fancy blog”. Urgent important stuff needs to be spoken of here folks, no time right now exists for childish games.


Now the same wild forces that were all starting to interact on me so incredibly negatively in August of 1986, were the very same ones that were there a decade later when I suddenly was struck like a magician's spell aimed my way, to locate the mystery-girl of my past, Sarah Nurockey, if this is her name and proper spelling, as I cannot ever be humanly sure. I only know that on the Astral Plane, the land of the dead, her name is Sarah Krassle, and is indeed spelled exactly like this, not the way Razzy McThaxton spelled it on his nice comment on that now closed off chat page on me, from the WFMU radio station, I do not know if it is an internet-only station, nor could I care in the least little bit.


So without even beginning to touch the fifteenth day in that 1986 August, kind folks, you can see that already, many things were all going down all around me and my circle of associates, from friends such as Dave, to musical arrangers I had do some work for me six years earlier, and so on and so forth. Still and all, along came the night that I fell into my bed and asleep, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, on Route 70 or the Marlton Pike, same thing; in New Jersey, and things altered forever for me right then and there. Interesting, you know, those first three letters in the name of the highway that is also numbered another wild coincidental numeration, MC was born in 1970 of course, and this is, you must realize, another high odds coincidence here, (MARlton Pike). Still, it goes deeper. Despite being in extreme agony, I chose to use my I-CHING-WANDS to travel to no specific place, I believe my mind set was along the lines of, let the spirit guide me, literally. I do not remember the hexagram that I had thrown, unlike that time nearly a decade later around shortly past midnight early into the morning of 1996's Pearl Harbor Day, December the seventh. The ear infection was no where near as bad when I went to sleep on the night as it was on the morning of my next day awakening. Before doing anything I went to the then called, Garden State Hospital to get antibiotics and ear drops, and have it looked at. I came home, and within an hour, I had scalded myself with some super hot tea that I had spilled onto myself, and even had a few second degree burns as a result. Twice in one day, I was at the same hospital, for two separate incidents. This is usually not even experienced by spousal abuse victims, and is practically an unheard of record breaking event for Guinness himself.


Now, let us say that a lot of things all fused together in ways that by some wild crazy chance, just happened to be that one chance in a trillion or so to happen, and I drew the shittiest straw in the history of the cosmos. Fine, I can live with that, or can I, but my pernt, sir Archie Bunker is as follows, sir: Some huge collection of total ''weirdness'' struck me at this one exact point in time, senator Watergate, and without any connections to the great Washington building Break-in, by Mister Nixon's men on 17 June of 1972, mister Jockamini, or however that Haddon Township high School guidance Counselor spelled his dam name back in 1967 and 1968. I had told him all about this date, and even how in a symbolic way, something would be involved in holding back some great flood waters. Well, I do not know a better Webster definition for a WATER-GATE. But in any event, all of these things, led me to a wild powerful reality where it was now middle August, and I had been keeping a sort of chart-diary, where my life was measured mathematically day by day in numbers ranging from 1-5, and is where I today get my 55555555 compensations for Jane Fonda and her evil ones attack, as rating anything a one, normally was very bad, and all ones, was the number version for the word to be soon invented and used a lot by my pal Dave and myself, and you hear decades later repeated on these blogs, “BOTBAR”!


All throughout the rest of 1986, I made nothing of what happened on the second, thirteen nights ago, on Dave and my excursion into Manhattan. This is because of one powerful reason. Another MEMORY HACK OUT. I am sure that my daughter has had the very same McGuire experience, as he has persecuted her branch of the family right along with me, ever since the sixties and seventies. It took until 2008 to even start putting so very much together. Then when I attempted to do the unthinkable, and blog the details of all of the connecting dots, my life was nearly snuffed out by another branch of these washcloth cutter-outers, and this nearly cost me my life by way of being brutally and horrendous murdered. Dawn would have buried me in the berry fields of Hammonton out beyond the FBI guy's house, and to this day, Mark Wayne Mohr would be on missing milk bottles and weekly grocery store missing news ad circulars. I PROMISE YOU ALL THIS, kind peeps.








Well my Morians, Lessians, and Inbetweenians; lwet me please take this opportunity for thanking you for at least pulling me past 60,000 PV. This may not go anywhere in my life time, but if it is the truth as I know it is, it will not vanish or die or be destroyed, not by all the MILITUFORCES of the entire world. And what if this person is correct, and I was invited into the ESS on that night, and something happened, and all of the other stuff is merely some kind of a cosmic window dressing? Well, this needs a lot of further explanations. I tried showing you all how I gave it one last ditch effort to be a hobbyist music creator, as I loved doing since the age of four. Every time I am stopped. I had wild ''dreams'' of it all happening before it even did. And again, it was all around the Christmas-Holiday season, back in late 2012 when it all went south for me at the Avalon Recording Studio. I pasted in their page. I have no intention of ever having any more to do with people who know my sad life affairs, and then go onto mercilessly treat me like I'm a piece of dirty stinky dog shit. This is what they did. Anyone who wants to ever have anything to do with these creeps, can do it at their own risk, and I have not one good thing to say about them. I asked them to give me live sound, and they could have, and tricked me over and over, and made my junk come out all shitty and closed in. None of my songs ever get done right and done the way others who pay the same or less money, end up with their final product. I know it, and who these fucking jerk offs all my life think they're fooling, is anybody's guess, certainly it's not mother fucking ass me, I promise.







I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,
MY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
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I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,

MY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

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Yes, the resemblance to Misses Marola and Misses Marcucci is quite haunting, and so I post the picture from somewhere on the internet. It is not of course, but to quote the priest who said to Father Lucci in that fantastic movie called, “The Seventh Sign”, with Demi Moore from late in the nineteen-eighties, does say it all, “The resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















Then again, so is the resemblance to little Merry Hollister to that Funny-Face picture that I post along with me and 'YANCY' and Dalmatian. Someday, if it takes a trillion mother fucking years, I'll get to the bottom of it all, and THAT 'SIR KIMBA', IPY!!!!!!!!!!! It's all one big laugh and joke to these ASTRAL-PLANE COINS & COILS, huh?











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All my proof to all my incredible story, is not only on blogs; but also in another hopefully dependable time capsule; the great © OFFICE, and my MUSIC PROJECTS! To quote Sir Dennis Snyder here, “And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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Yes, the resemblance to Misses Marola and Misses Marcucci is quite haunting, and so I post the picture from somewhere on the internet. It is not of course, but to quote the priest who said to Father Lucci in that fantastic movie called, “The Seventh Sign”, with Demi Moore from late in the nineteen-eighties, does say it all, “The resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










Then again, so is the resemblance to little Merry Hollister to that Funny-Face picture that I post along with me and 'YANCY' and Dalmatian. Someday, if it takes a trillion mother fuckign years, I'll get to the bottom of it all, and THAT 'SIR KIMBA', IPY!!!!!!!!!!! It's all one big laugh and joke to these ASTRAL-PLANE COINS & COILS, huh?











Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!



JULY 1969

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I respectfully submit me' query to the great SIMULATIONOGRAM, for some type of an answer, and the “DAMN” sooner, the DAMN better, Admiral Whalespock of great Star Trek Movies, and Admiral Perry of the great and powerful, awesome and illustrious FAA Technical Center in Pomona, New Jersey, several miles west of the great Abseacon Dairy Queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want “my fate to be a broken knee” now, oh you great marvelous wonderful examiners up there in WASH your hands Washington. Where is Ultimate Warrior David and Governor Pontious Pilate when you need them???????







THE END, ALL LOVELY SVU SAVANTS!



But without this awesome JRSS deal, how would Wolf and the crew know the future so many times for crying out loud, such as my using that DAMN tape to make a fantastic vocal background track on the song called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”????????









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