The Torture And Slow
Murder Of Mark Wayne Mohr By Trump And His Mob,
CHAPTER 27
I AM UNDER THE WORST
FUCKING DEATH ATTACK AND NOISE
PERSECUTION EVER IN MY LIFE UP HERE ON THIS SO-CALLED MOTHER
FUCKING FUTURE DATE OF 3 MARCH UN THE SO-CALLED YEAR OF 2020, YO
SHERIFF!
SO LET US FLASH BACK BEFORE I TELL SOME MORE NOW!
Monday, July 03, 2006
Chapter 25
Wednesday Again/Hackers Day Again 'Missing' along with memories:
Well, here we go again,
usually I can get on this site, but now again, 2 WEDNESDAY'S in a
row, H A C K E R S, or else if it is not, I sure do not grasp why
page wont come up, and I cannot blog, every Wednesday this
happens, another coincidence Mister deeaa? Let me try to tell u
the story of my last day on the beach, or anything about the
LAMIST CULT, and their famous many evil ways of hurting and
harassing targeted people, FLASHMOBS, AND FLASHCRASH COMP
PROGRAMS, being 2 of their favorite sick twisted games, and if it
is a Wednesday, I GET ASSALTED. I was saying that when I was
body-surfing, the lady on the beach with the little rug-rat,
obviously must have slipped a note into my pants pocket, it was
not there before I came to the shore and parked at RESORTS
HIGH RISE LOT. They wanted me to join their evil club
as a boy in his early teens, as I was a latch key kid, my father
away most times hunting for treasure, leaving my poor mom to 'work
so hard for the DS money', always busy working at her office, and
leaving me with lots of freedom to get on buses and go places
myself at an earlier than usual age, but I
was trustworthy for a 60's kid. I had
no romantic interests, and no interests in drugs. I Did not drink
nor smoke, nor do anything bad. I never lied and my biggest vice
was or vices as I'll admit to two of them, as I was just going to
say I had a very fowl mouth
that led to lots of punches and pain, and I was extremely
antisocial. Those that knew me
said that I felt I was better than other kids, but I
have always been a misunderstood person, the gods know, I am very
used to this by now, Mr. Hackensack-Joel. Anywho
ladies and gentlemen of MORIANITY, someone flattened all of my
tires on my only car last Thursday, when I was trying to blog, as
I could not get on the page as I just stated, on the day
before. Not cut baby-luv, AIR WAS LET OUT,
AND I AM FILING A POLICE REPORT TODAY FOR ALL THE FRIKIN GOOD THAT
EVER DOES, STILL IT IS ALL THE RECOURSE I HAVE, don't make me
laugh jack McCoy, always telling victims of their many numerous
options when they are victimized, what a lota bull-smells.
Ever try getting a newspaper to print your story, when you are me,
I don't mean the weird stuff, just crimes against me. I will never
get past day one of any jury duty, even if I get to voirdire or
however they spell it, once the DA falls in love with me for
being the victim of literally dozens of crimes, THREATS, ATTEMPTED
MURDER, ROBBERY SEXUAL ASSAULT, CONSPERACY, HARASEMENT, PROPERTY
DAMAGE, AND IT GOES ON, BELIEVE ME, ANYWAY; THE DEFENSE ATTORNEY
WILL THROW ME OFF THE JURY BEFORE I BEGIN TO START TO TELL WHAT
HAS BEEN DONE TO ME, and it is all backed up with police
and prosecutors office statements and reports. I do not mind jury
duty, could even meet some interesting people on a jury, a buddy
of min did, but as I said, forget getting past the Q&A phase
of the defense lawyer. What lawyer would want a juror that has
been this friggin victimized? Case could be thrown out on a good
appeal after a guilty verdict, should the client being defended,
learn that a juror on panel was me, my attitude is blatantly
simple, YOU'RE IN COURT, YOU'RE GUILTY. So back to ACNJ and July
29, 30, or 31, of 2K3, my last day ever of swimming at any new
jersey beach:The note was a sort of a confession that evil
shitheads were trying to get me into this [dark shadows Leviathan
Club, called in reality, the LAMISTS. If I passed the tests,
endured the torture, and was willing to be shite-slave-farmed-out,
to scummy wealthy politicians, and hi-profile big-business sickos,
then I would go on to graduate as a recruiter or second stage in
this evil cult, and finally the 3rd stage, is being one of the
CONTROLLERS, under regional area cult-managers, that they actually
for short called [CM's]. I personally know, that the mayors own
cousin twice removed who went to 5th, 6th, and 7th grade with me
in the Westmont New Jersey area, was captured by stage 2
recruiters in the LAMISTS Cult, her name was KAREN
LEVY, one of the most famous
GONE-MISSING STORIES, OF THE BABY-BOOMER GENERATION, and we
were good friends, she was 1 hell of a nice girl, and did not
deserve to be cut and hurt and molested and killed, and found
behind a wall, in the New York City subway system, where she was
eventually located by the famous psychic that was helping one pee
pee, at the time, to locate this poor innocent missing person.
This is all real, it happened, I do not make shit up
babyluv!!!!!!!! X-Mayor WH from 2 administrations back was a major
LAMIST, ALL THE WHITE MAYORS ARE, the hotshots with power like
steve L, were all in on helping to cover it up one day when he was
caught fondling a child, it made the news, but got rug-swept, and
we were all told the charges against this douche-wad were
unsubstantiated. In 1996, a giant beautiful brunet rang my
doorbell, while I resided at the highview apartments, and I would
not answer, as at the time I did not know it was that
evil friend of Sarah
Callio, the LAMIST, PAULA
KING, and friend of Rob McGuire,
the owner of the Pittsburgh Hotel
& Erin Bar on Tennessee
Avenue, ACNJ. What she
wanted, the gods only know, but she is way over 6 feet high, and
looks like a girl that spends 30 hours a
week in the Island Gym, as she could pick me up and snap my
brittle old bones in half before I could scream out
“JACKROBINSQUAT”!!!!!!!
She is the one that flattens my auto tires, and causes lots of
other property damage, and don't think for a minute that
jit-eater 'Trumpie' ain't involved,
as he is a very high ordered LAMIST, a real
SKYLER RUMPSON in Apollo-Lucifer's
organization, and blessed to the
high-stars. Whenever I
have an important place to go , or something major to do, they
bring FLASHMOBS to me, and they can fuk-U up big time, it is way
beyond just being an annoyance, it is dangerous,
and once they shot me dead at a wawa. U cannot know what it feels
like to die and come back, and never stay at peace. U DO
NOT WANT TO CRAWL INTO MY GODSDAMN HELL. Someday soon, I will much
better and more clearly, tie in all of this, the
interactions/MAJOR DREAM EXPERIENCES THAT LAMISTS HAVE POWER TO
USE ON PEOPLE, my working at RPL, the sound studio in Camden, NJ,
and all about the triangle of constructed wormholes, with the
controlling[STARGATE], in the bolivar hotel in AC-NJ. All this
happened 15-25 years before their rip off STARGATE shit in
Hollywood ever came to be. They took it from a fictional book that
I sent to the copyright office on Halloween day, intentionally, in
1994. They also stole from this book, and got the TV show, they r
blocking it now with Ettos power, the 1995 DSU or whatever that
show was called, the underwater base, oh yeah DSV, Ettos is
killing my memory of the first name before the DSV. Also soon
angles do not burn skin, SUN angles do; and that is y I do not
ever hit a beach between about 10 and 3, as I stated in that prior
blog. Internal combustion was another mind control deal, I knew
better, it is SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION, that resulted from the
overpowering of the controlling Lasmist stargate, and ended up
frying the BOLIVER. WELL, looks like all this INTENTIONALLY
CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, OR [ICPE-TEK], being used against me is,
as always, working like an ARRON SPELLING CHARM. MARKET U P, U P,
U P, AND PHILLIES LOSE, L O S E, L O S E. IT'S BEEN GOING ON
AGAINST ME FOR LOSE TO 21 UCKING YEARS NOW, and I ought to know
what is real, and what is imagined, after this amount of time.
They made another friend of mine vanish without a TNT trace about
a year ago, not as good a pal as Dave, but a dude who understood
my personal dilemma, and that I could seriously discuss my
troubles with, without white coats, rubber rooms, and Thorazine
drips, to worry about, the whole world is sick and i am not, and
in a total nutshell, THAT IS NY GIAGANTIC PROBLEM. Even in small
ways, how many times have any of u been victimized by ETTOS
[ELECTRONIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM], AND
REMEMBER, IT IS THOUGHTS, MEMORIES, AND EMOTIONS, ALL BASIC MENTAL
FUNCTIONS CLOSE TO OR AT THE LEVEL OF SURFACE CONSCIOUSNESS?????
EVER GET OVERLY TONGUE-TIED WHEN U ARE NOT REALLY EVEN NERVOUS,
EVER GO THROUGH A DAY WHERE ALL THE LIVE TV U WATCH, from news
broadcasters, to any live discussions, it seems everybody cannot
talk straight? How about 6 months or so back, even happened to our
wonderful Mister President Bush, while speaking that night. This
is how and why I totally know, that perhaps though involved in my
hellishness in small ways, he, nor any US govt is what is really
doing all of this, babyluv, if they had this ultimate technology,
they wouldn't be sweating Russia, China, or Iran's nuke program,
believe me I know this!!!!!!!! So if Mr. Bush can be influenced
and made a victim of Ettos, u would b retarded, not arriving at
the conclusion that, and in using your words at your level in
2996, [WE HAVE LONG BEEN INVADED TOTALLY], as this race of humans
that we think we are.
A F-L-A-S-H---M-O-B
HAS HACKED ME; SO I MUST TRY TO PUBLISH THIS RIGHT NOW.
posted by
theansweristheqyuestion at 11:36
AM
HACKERS
FUCKED UP ME' SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM AGAIN!
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- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
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knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none
have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness
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Friday, June 30, 2006
Chapter 16
Sarah Krassle's Magic Chemtrail Of 1969
Friday,
May 26, 2006 Chapter 16 Sarah Krassle's Magic Chemtrail Of 1969.
You wont believe the amount of computer hacking I am getting
today, so I must work fast. Typos will be bad, but I will do my
best. I had an entire blog almost finished when POP, they
wrecked the bitch. I was in a dream, walking along a deserted
beach with this young teen-aged beauty queen, when she grabbed my
chain away from me
and said that she needed to have it for HER GREAT CITY OF SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, the city of the great Sarah Krassle, the Queen of the Astral-Realm, and the Queen of all other queens and kings, and entities everywhere in this multiverse. (Up in the future years of Morianity, I will be calling HER, the GREAT 'PINK GODDESS'. I awoke to find her prediction of what she told me in the dream, coming true with vivid and horrifying accuracy. She said when she sends me back to another place where I think I'll have my chain, I will see that it will be gone. I awoke, checked my strongbox in my apartment closet where I kept things that kids hide from parents, love letters unsent to older girl crushes, a few school notes saying that I need to do better in this or that, and that sort of thing. That was all there in the box, untouched. The chain however was no where to be found, G O N E.
Half out of my schoolboy mind, with no one to confide in that would ever believe such a tail, I got ready for school, and got on the bus. Within a few quick minutes, all over Haddonfield, Westmont, Collingswood, Oaklyn, and I don't know how far it spread, A GIANT '*****ASTERISK CHEMTRAIL' WAS ALL ACROSS 'DONNA'S' NAME-WRITTING SKY, FOR ALL 2 C. This was the start of lots of scarey and unfathomable shit for me, controlled by her army of LAMISTS as we on the Astral levels refer to them as, Lamas became an Earthly cult name, which naturally on the Earth, stuck. The Lamists or in French,
THE MISTS, OR JET VAPOR TRAILS, are part of something so frightening and huge, that no Hollywood scarey movie could be made to equal the reality of all of this. I was supposed to fall madly in love with my Sarah as a boy here in this dreamworld, and when destiny is obstructed, things unmentionable begin to happen. I never paid Sarah any attention as a boy, and would hear her as I would walk by her street in ACNJ, "THERE'S THAT BOY, THERE'S THAT BOY". As times went on and my blogs did as well, now writing this line into the old texts from nearly 14 years ago now, I remembered that this was actually said on the Public Transit Bus, and naut on Tennessee Avenue, Mizz AT&T BLAKE! Non the chemtrails or 'heavens-lines', have meaning if you know how to decode them, and they also are
mixed with special toxins, that have been causing road-rage, hyperactivity, irritability, many other psychotic mental disorders,
asthmatic conditions, and other nasty breathing disorders, such as the new age medically recognized condition of fibromyalgia, and the
symptoms ranging all across the board, even down to the increasing hostilities and (future violence of overall generalized society all over), leaking down into younger people, with the rise in school violence, postal syndrome workplace murders, and the list goes on and on and on. After the future death of Mister Treyvon Martin, gun violence takes off in America in beyond surreal and astounding ways and stats!
and said that she needed to have it for HER GREAT CITY OF SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, the city of the great Sarah Krassle, the Queen of the Astral-Realm, and the Queen of all other queens and kings, and entities everywhere in this multiverse. (Up in the future years of Morianity, I will be calling HER, the GREAT 'PINK GODDESS'. I awoke to find her prediction of what she told me in the dream, coming true with vivid and horrifying accuracy. She said when she sends me back to another place where I think I'll have my chain, I will see that it will be gone. I awoke, checked my strongbox in my apartment closet where I kept things that kids hide from parents, love letters unsent to older girl crushes, a few school notes saying that I need to do better in this or that, and that sort of thing. That was all there in the box, untouched. The chain however was no where to be found, G O N E.
Half out of my schoolboy mind, with no one to confide in that would ever believe such a tail, I got ready for school, and got on the bus. Within a few quick minutes, all over Haddonfield, Westmont, Collingswood, Oaklyn, and I don't know how far it spread, A GIANT '*****ASTERISK CHEMTRAIL' WAS ALL ACROSS 'DONNA'S' NAME-WRITTING SKY, FOR ALL 2 C. This was the start of lots of scarey and unfathomable shit for me, controlled by her army of LAMISTS as we on the Astral levels refer to them as, Lamas became an Earthly cult name, which naturally on the Earth, stuck. The Lamists or in French,
THE MISTS, OR JET VAPOR TRAILS, are part of something so frightening and huge, that no Hollywood scarey movie could be made to equal the reality of all of this. I was supposed to fall madly in love with my Sarah as a boy here in this dreamworld, and when destiny is obstructed, things unmentionable begin to happen. I never paid Sarah any attention as a boy, and would hear her as I would walk by her street in ACNJ, "THERE'S THAT BOY, THERE'S THAT BOY". As times went on and my blogs did as well, now writing this line into the old texts from nearly 14 years ago now, I remembered that this was actually said on the Public Transit Bus, and naut on Tennessee Avenue, Mizz AT&T BLAKE! Non the chemtrails or 'heavens-lines', have meaning if you know how to decode them, and they also are
mixed with special toxins, that have been causing road-rage, hyperactivity, irritability, many other psychotic mental disorders,
asthmatic conditions, and other nasty breathing disorders, such as the new age medically recognized condition of fibromyalgia, and the
symptoms ranging all across the board, even down to the increasing hostilities and (future violence of overall generalized society all over), leaking down into younger people, with the rise in school violence, postal syndrome workplace murders, and the list goes on and on and on. After the future death of Mister Treyvon Martin, gun violence takes off in America in beyond surreal and astounding ways and stats!
My
only 2 close cousins, whom now totally ostracize and ignore me
like the BLACK PLAGUE, AND BY THE WAY, I HAVE NEVER HAD MORE
TROUBLE WITH THE COMPUTER IN MY LIFE; ANYWAY THESE COUSINS IGNORE
AND OSTRASIZE ME, they will not speak to me,
not so much as a card on Christmas, or a phone-hello at Thanksgiving, and are real cruds; but there is a reason. BOTH ARE IN WITH SARAH, AND HER HUMAN-WORLD FAMILY, THE
CALLIOS AND MARTIOS. THE GUY COUSIN, QUEER AS A 7 AND A QUARTER DOLLAR BILL, had a fag fun house, right smack dab in-between all of these ugly evil people in AC-NJ, right on ST. James Place, and just down from the boards, and next door practically
to one of the many Callio comic-book-stands or shops. The girl cousin ends up a few years later, naming one of her twin daughters STACEY, SPELLED JUST LIKE THE ATLANTIC OCEAN SPELLS HER NAME ON ASTRAL REALMS, OR THE ENERGY OF IT, I SHOULD
SPECIFY. On one hand my story seems to conflict, just as atheists point out how so many conflicting things exist, or seemingly so in the bible first made known to man around Roman Empire days, containing both Old and New Biblical Testaments. No conflicting stuff is happening. Earth or dream-downs from the Astral-plane life, is totally different, and although Sarah-Stacey JKK loves me more than I could ever hope to tell U, in fact since she is and always was and will be, in all times and places of our entire multiverse, 16 years old, after-all, it's her own thought-waves, operating in a downlined reality; but due to strict rules in many societies, especially here in the USA, I cannot begin to tell you how we fly a beautiful kite together after her
sweet sixteen party is over, and all her friends and Vi-queens, or[her special gang]; leave and walk back up Monolazarium Boulevard; we fly, or she flies this lovely kite that I get for my lovely queen, and after she has her fun with that, she either flies me to vi-queens island, or to her great Kanwal palace on KANWAL AVENUE, and we do not sit around talking or thinking of parties, kites, or anything. Her long light brown hair comes down thick and voluminous from just
over 6 feet and 7 inches high, and her huge deep almond brown eyes, and well, one look at anyone, and your knees buckle, you fall; and she picks U up, throws U onto a huge bed that is more than 150 by 90 feet, in a room miles long and wide, and 2000 feet high, with paintings that are 100 times higher than here on Earth, and lovely colored lights everywhere that you not only see, but hear and feel, as they go
right through u in a sort of a love channel. When the great Sarah loves me, I lose it, not even knowing who or where or even what i am, and it goes on and on for what would seem decades, even lifetimes long. Her hair would blind a mortal man, it is 30 times more luminous than the surface of the sun. She dangles it into my face, just the way I like it, as all the giant sparkling ever changing
colored lights all through the palace, and the great city itself, move and sway, in and out and up and down, even changing shapes, intensities, and our moods, as we dare to gaze upon just the lights of my Queen's great city lights. When I am back here on the Earth, I think of suicide every single day, so that I can escape this place, and be with my Queen. Some interchangeable words from English-Earth to many ASTRAL-PLANE provinces, are as follows:THE LETTERS [R] AND[D], THE WORDS [DOLLAR] AND [TOWER] AND THE LETTERS [S] AND [Z] AND THE PRONOUNCIATIONS OF [RACK] AND [LIB] AND [NEE] AND [STAY], AND THE WORDS FOR KEEPING THE MOTH SHUT, OR SHUT-UP IS PRONOUNCED PATUPSHA.
not so much as a card on Christmas, or a phone-hello at Thanksgiving, and are real cruds; but there is a reason. BOTH ARE IN WITH SARAH, AND HER HUMAN-WORLD FAMILY, THE
CALLIOS AND MARTIOS. THE GUY COUSIN, QUEER AS A 7 AND A QUARTER DOLLAR BILL, had a fag fun house, right smack dab in-between all of these ugly evil people in AC-NJ, right on ST. James Place, and just down from the boards, and next door practically
to one of the many Callio comic-book-stands or shops. The girl cousin ends up a few years later, naming one of her twin daughters STACEY, SPELLED JUST LIKE THE ATLANTIC OCEAN SPELLS HER NAME ON ASTRAL REALMS, OR THE ENERGY OF IT, I SHOULD
SPECIFY. On one hand my story seems to conflict, just as atheists point out how so many conflicting things exist, or seemingly so in the bible first made known to man around Roman Empire days, containing both Old and New Biblical Testaments. No conflicting stuff is happening. Earth or dream-downs from the Astral-plane life, is totally different, and although Sarah-Stacey JKK loves me more than I could ever hope to tell U, in fact since she is and always was and will be, in all times and places of our entire multiverse, 16 years old, after-all, it's her own thought-waves, operating in a downlined reality; but due to strict rules in many societies, especially here in the USA, I cannot begin to tell you how we fly a beautiful kite together after her
sweet sixteen party is over, and all her friends and Vi-queens, or[her special gang]; leave and walk back up Monolazarium Boulevard; we fly, or she flies this lovely kite that I get for my lovely queen, and after she has her fun with that, she either flies me to vi-queens island, or to her great Kanwal palace on KANWAL AVENUE, and we do not sit around talking or thinking of parties, kites, or anything. Her long light brown hair comes down thick and voluminous from just
over 6 feet and 7 inches high, and her huge deep almond brown eyes, and well, one look at anyone, and your knees buckle, you fall; and she picks U up, throws U onto a huge bed that is more than 150 by 90 feet, in a room miles long and wide, and 2000 feet high, with paintings that are 100 times higher than here on Earth, and lovely colored lights everywhere that you not only see, but hear and feel, as they go
right through u in a sort of a love channel. When the great Sarah loves me, I lose it, not even knowing who or where or even what i am, and it goes on and on for what would seem decades, even lifetimes long. Her hair would blind a mortal man, it is 30 times more luminous than the surface of the sun. She dangles it into my face, just the way I like it, as all the giant sparkling ever changing
colored lights all through the palace, and the great city itself, move and sway, in and out and up and down, even changing shapes, intensities, and our moods, as we dare to gaze upon just the lights of my Queen's great city lights. When I am back here on the Earth, I think of suicide every single day, so that I can escape this place, and be with my Queen. Some interchangeable words from English-Earth to many ASTRAL-PLANE provinces, are as follows:THE LETTERS [R] AND[D], THE WORDS [DOLLAR] AND [TOWER] AND THE LETTERS [S] AND [Z] AND THE PRONOUNCIATIONS OF [RACK] AND [LIB] AND [NEE] AND [STAY], AND THE WORDS FOR KEEPING THE MOTH SHUT, OR SHUT-UP IS PRONOUNCED PATUPSHA.
PARALLEL EVENT, APPLIED TO ROULETTE, THE GAME OF S-A-T-A-N, HAS INTERESTING NUMBERS. IT GIVES A [7] & advantage before casino vig [their legal cut or %age to insure the house a win in long run so to be able to remain in business]. It will jump to 10% on parallel events that are [7] or more in ratio, hence after 20 RED-HIGH numbers, next spin 3rd parameter event shows a statistic on the
wheel at present time to be 2 EVENS/18 ODDS, a more than 7:1, in fact a 9:1 PE or 'PARALLEL EVENT'. rarely do many of the 12 bi-parameters give a 3rd parameter statistic of 7:1, but as I said on earlier blogs, u only need a 4:1, to create a long run NEXT SPIN OUTCOME ODDS OF 57/43, MORE THAN ENOUGH TO COVER HOUSE-VIG OF
JUST OVER 5 AND 1 QUARTER %. I PLAYED THIS SYSTEM USING BLACK CHIPS IN 1986, AND NOTICED MY LIFE CHANGE ALL AROUND ME, don't mess with the IRS, or the FREGGIN' CASINOS. A huge secret is, if they have to blow your life apart, without ever
touching u nor breaking any visible laws, as these rat bastards are clever as hell, they wreck your home-life, work-life, social life, and even if u live through it and survive some level of sanity as I by the grace of the gods, have; IT CHANGES YOUR LUCK FACTOR OR magnetic interaction with the rest of the magnetic fields that surround you and make your life here physically, exactly what it is. IE, fudge with someones life, and it drastically reduces the times that things you want to happen, will happen. Concentrically, it also causes all
the things you do not want to happen, to happen. Bring down a persons life in a covert organized super conspiracy, and 'allagazammio', u also bring down his or her MAGNETICS. You can have a great system such as parallel event applied to roulette, but it only gives a 1.8% advantage over casino-house. When they 'fuktabingle' you to death with constant hell and siege and totally wreck your entire life in every possible facet, u can expect to be brought down from 20 to 40%. Now try dealing with subtracting even 20 from your 1.8% advantage, and now you are invisibly being[parallel event] cheated, and are only working with a
minus 18.2%, now try to win something buddy. U have no idea of the depth and scope the evil enemy powers of this rotten world will go to in order to totally ruin, wreck, and destroy a person, of their targeting. My options: ZIPWWW.ACBP.COM 2 against one, and I did nothing to deserve nor warrant this ugly aggressive behavior, as I wasn't even looking at any of their girlfriends, nothing, JUST MINDING MY PATHETIC LITTLE BUSINESS, AND LITTLE I WAS, SOAKING WET
I WAS MAYBE 140, and just over five feet tall, just a poor little guy that they beat on, and cursed at me, accusing me with having vicious and unholy sexual relations with my god fearing born again christian poor old mother, whom these diseased turds, went on later, to kill. In honesty, it occurred the day following X-mas in 1997. Mother was waking up from [strange unpleasant dreams], right after MEETING SARAH FOR THE FIRST TIME, where she works at the Virginia Avenue office of the Atlantic City MUA. WWW.ACMUA.COM/. Go ahead, check out these lovely rotten scummy excuses for life-beings, all ofem. They should all be doing 5 interlock stretches of 10-12 Minnina-Kalpa in the Dogtown paddle-box prison system on Astral Plane. Guess U figured by now that LORDS OF DOGTOWN, was another thing that these jag-offs ripped off from me, as I have had over 80 songs stolen, written from 1969 through last year, and hundreds
of great ideas, boardgames, example, I invented LIVELONG, and one of the big boy rip offs stole the idea, made a few legal changes, and BOOM, there's STAY-ALIVE.
There is so much to tell, but I must tell it to u later, do not come to any
spiritual truth teller, faint of heart, it aint healthy.
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have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness
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fucking day today and all last night, this super annoying mother
fuckign jerk off next door t me has blasted his goddamn sub-woofers
and shaking my walls apart. It all started two weeks ago or so when
this incredible worst death siege ever, began to rear its totally
ugly monstrous fucking head. Also, fire alarms are going off night
and day, two so far today abnd one lasted for two solid hours, from
about seven until about nine this cunt eating morning, SHERIFF
MASCARA, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I type, I am getting ready to
knock on the dude's door as this is what he told me to do. It went on
until eleven last night, and I cannot think or sleep or have any
sanity in here with this TRUMP DEATH PERSECUTION ON THIS PITIFUL
FUCKING ELDERLY PERSON, OH CHIEF DIANE OF THE FORT PIERCE POLICE!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
SHERIFF;
SOMEONE HACKS MY COPYRIGHT CLAIM
STATEMENT ON MY BLOGS, NO MATTER HOW
MANY TIMES I REDO IT, AND HAS CHANGED THE LETTER 'N'
LETTER 'M' AND TO BUST ME' BALLS ABOUT COOLEY HALL AND ALL FUTURE
MADONNAS AND X-MAS TREE ANGELS OR JUST NON PERFECT ONES, I SUPPOSE,
HUH P&M???????????
YARRRRRRRRRR,
NO HALLOWEEN FOR YOU THAT YEAR. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE!!!!!!!!!!
MY
MOTHER FUCKING TRAID NABES FROM TOTAL DOGTOWN ARE DRIVING ME TOTALLY
INSANE WITH THEIR INCESSANT NOISE TONIGHT. It is still ongoing at
quarter past two on this following mother fucking Tuesday afternoon.
THIS CUNT EATING PRICK NEXT TO ME IN UNIT
#605 IS PART OF THE PEEPS WHO LIVED HERE BEFORE HIM, AND I KNOW THIS
FULLY WELL SINCE THEY BOTH HARASS ME TO DEATH, AND HE
NEVER TOOK THAT STUPID HIPPIE SIXTIES PEACE LOGO SIGN OFF OF THE DAMN
DOOR!
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DEAR
GLOOGLE-OWNER OF THE BLOGGER:
Allowing my legally
photo-bucket photo, that I paid good damn money for in 2006, to be
endlessly screwed with on a blogger's account; oh great mighty
GOOGLE; is tantamount to a major
violation of the UNITED STATES
CONSTITUTION and its great
FREEDOM OF speech 1st
AMMENDMENT, as that photo is of MY
LIKENESS, and identifies and
associates me with my blogs, OFFICIALLY, and you are allowing this
UNFAIR BUSINESS AND INTERNET PRACTICE TO KEEP HAPPENING WITH MY
ACCOUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 5:55 P.M., ON 1 MARCH, 2020:
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
DEATH ASSAULT, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND
ALL THROUGHOUT THE MONTH OF MARCH OF 2020 SO FAR;
WITH
A MAJOR MONDAY NIGHT TRIAD-NABE-NOISE ASSAULT, FOLLOWED BY AN ALL DAY
TUESDAY MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME THAT IS ALL STOCK
MARKET AS WELL AS ICPE-APE-TECH-DEMOCRATIC SUPER-TUESDAY INTERRELATED
AND CONNECTED WITH ALL OF THE INTENTIONALLY
CREATED PARALLEL EVENT
ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSES COMMITTED AGAINST ME SINCE 1986,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Crush and destroy all enemy nabes making horrible loud noise to upset
me as well as anyone being told to make endless fire alarms go off
all day and night. 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.
I
couldn't say this one bit mother fucking better me' kind SHERIFF
MACARA, “Oh Mack Kaiter from 1967 summer time and oh Queen Katy
from Abseacon's-DQ from 1997 summer time; “THIS IS TOTALLY MOTHER
FUCKING WEEDEEKAWUSS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!
OH
SIR CHESTER-FRANK, SIR!
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 ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'.
SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
Yessir
Sheriff; I
will be telling the 2020 Census all
about what was done to me underneath Atlantic City's
CENTRAL PIER
on the 5th
damn day in July of 1969,
and let the damn chips fall wherever they do, all over their
numerous roulette tables in town, and perhaps some
city parking lots back nearly thirty-eight years ago as well.
They just won't stop harassing and endlessly persecuting poor little
mother fucking me, so fine, and fine',
Sir Tom Glenn
lead-sheet writer-copier. I
NEVER EVER FORGET ANYTHING,
unless the Exploratronic
Supermind Society
goes back into the photon-memories, and cause things simply to
either NAUT be there, or alter what was there before, with their
world and perhaps even intergalactic spirit-dream-travel, huh Gene
Roddenberry TRAVELER LATENGRATE? DOORS,
DOORS, DOORS,
& here we go again; or as I said in one of me' music projects
quite a while ago; “HERE
WE GOOOOOOOO”!
Long story short, why not let the officials and DNA experts sort it
all out? In any case, the M2F doesn't want for this to all come
rushing over Niagara's great waterfalls, and IT WILL, IPYT, so why
not make them as upset as they have been and always are, MAKING ME
ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN TIME, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEE?
I
know completely well what is going on around me, call it the next
knowing or spiritual revelation if you wish to, butTERCHEESE
and big-ass-BUTT
but, I
know that I know
what I am now going to say, weird as it may appear to the mother
fucking APA and many others as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whatever
exactly and precisely the governments of this world are truly
covering up, regarding what everybody else, whether they believe or
do not believe in any of it, calls the alien-UFO-situation,
especially since the late nineteen-forties; this FORCE is also
totally behind, not the governments (MILITUFORCE), but the actual
secret of whatever is truly happening around all of us,
THISSSSSSSSSSSSS me' lovely Erica Snakes Cane of AMC-1983, is what
is behind all of the goddamn mother fucking wacko shit that I am and
have been all my life, suffering through!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote both
Dennis Snyder as well as Chester-Frank; “And
that's just reality son,
and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
I
ran into the dude who I used to call the new-group-leader-AD6, who
is not the CIA AGENT AD6 by the way,
so my bad; over at the Walgreen's
Ohio Avenue Store
in town today at around two or so this afternoon. He said something
quite amazing to me. He
read the recent blogs that have been posted up and that is not the
amazing part of it.
What is the amazing part is that he told me that he holds a degree
in psychiatry and he knows that I am not insane, well, he sees it as
Jim Burr saw it many decades ago when he told me things such as,
“Mark, I would worry about a guy like you if you suddenly just
wanted to talk about women and baseball”. In other words, Jim knew
that it was perfectly NORMAL to react ABNORMALLY by the standards of
other folks, to ABNORMAL stimulus. This dude simply agrees with
Jim's idea here. But he went on to tell me that to the trained
psychiatrist, my latest 'dreaming interaction' with both my daughter
as well as the wild place I was living in that other Atlantic City,
similarly to the 1986 situation while living in Cherry Hill,
NJUSAESMWG, and that started or seemed to start or at least major
escalate this entire mess that I have been in ever since, yo. When I
asked him to expound on this and quick blunt statement that he had
made to me, he chuckled, looked hard at me, and he said and I quote
here, “The Milituforce as you have named your 'enemy' was stopping
you from seeing your daughter by throwing up all sorts of damn
obstructions around you and your pal in the dream, preventing or
trying to prevent you from getting to see her, gee I wonder how
man's concept of subconscious mind would come into play here”. He
then chuckled even harder while maintaining quite a wild glaring
gaze directly at me, eyeball to eyeball. He then asked me if he
wanted him to go on a bit more about the experience in the apartment
building in that alternate Atlantic City, and I replied with a “Most
definitely I do old pal”! He said that in his opinion, this nation
hasn't even seen the potential dirty tricks of the new age
Republican far right wing and their intimidation type of tactics
that they'll be willing to pull off as this 2020 year progresses
onward. He then added something along the lines of do I not see how
the intimidation in 'both worlds' is really one and the same thing
like Clark Kent is Superman in that fictional comic book story? He
told me that just as absurd and surreal new type of things are now
the new norm in the world of American life in general as well as
politics, so also will be the new limits if there will be any
limits, will be as to just how far they will go to indeed CHEAT THE
2020 ELECTION and forever wipe out any other party so that they can
reorganize into a new nation of super masters, truly the new still
invisible NAZI-White-Power MOVEMENT, that the world appears to be
totally blinded to for reasons that nobody truly has the slightest
grasp on. All things here not in quotes are of course my best
remembered paraphrase, but this indeed IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS DUDE
MEANT TO SAY, in my own exact words. It is truly mother fuckign
beyond frightening, peeps. Most of you know this and do not need the
goddamn Mountainpen to tell you a blasted thing!
I
know that the world as I knew it is now gone. I have totally
accepted this but I feel the need to tell you all a very true
reality here. I
witnessed the same forces that have altered this CHANGE, ever since
coming out of that wild incredible unfathomable experience on the
night of AUGUST 15, 1986 while asleep in my bed physically at 1931
Marlton Pike (Route 70) in Cherry Hill, N.J.
I cannot put any of this into words, any more than I can understand
truly how the human brain fully works. You know, why did I forget
the incredible importance to PATTY
HOLLISTER,
why did I forget the inconceivable Permission-Barrier
so-called fictional character Julia white,
or the incredible other character, the LAB-TECH by the name of
Phyllis
Alexander?
I blogged all throughout 2006 and 2007 and I know that Merry was
starting to remember things and put things together from friends and
associates of hers reading these blogs and then consorting with her.
When she called me that day when I was at Walmart with her fifth
cousin Dawn-Marie King and said, “HI MARK” on my Comcast
Voicemail system and then hung up; a lot more was happening. This
was all shortly after His Eminence had also come right next door to
the previous house where we all were living in late 2008, and then
shortly after this, the great almighty R.C.
CHURCH
declared and proclaimed that “WE
ARE NAUT ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE”,
something absolutely contrary to their belief systems before that
time, and led to ancient astronomers being shunned, sociologically
ostracized, and even executed, for crying out loud! We all know
these things are true and absolute mother fucking real facts, no
balloon hoaxes, no fake news, 'no
how no nothing',
my lovely LIGHTNING
incarnate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me now tell you all one really truly powerhouse gargantuan fucking
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE
thing here, me' Lad, me' Lassies, me' Lab-Technicians, and me' other
Blogaudians, physical or, well Congressman Andrews Sir,
“WHATEVER”:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-----------------------------------------------
Electricity
is inside all of the things that run and rule our entire world in
this new modern age society. It also is inside the Synapse
connections to our brains. Without this being true, we are totally
brain-dead, and that means we are not here and alive PHYSICALLY in
the land of awake mortal tangible material existence and life.
Without electricity, nothing in this world that we now use every
single second other than perhaps our toilets, and even then, try
running a water pump with the electrical power and to quote Archie
Bunker
on “All
In The Family”,
“Without water, our 'terlits' are just another chair with a hole
in it”, but nothing and I mean nothing would be here. ELECTRICITY,
at least in our new age modern world and times of the past century,
IS
EVERYTHING!
But what truly is electricity, Mister Bonjovi, and Mister Ryan
Avalon Engineer? Yes, SHE is indeed a charged particle, but as I
said to them in late 2012 somewhere, or maybe early in 2013;
“CHARGED
WITH WHAY”?
Well,
with MAGIC.
And this is where the ancient conversations between SIR JIM BURR and
me all stem from, from back in the early seventies Patricia
Hollister days of your, oh ye'
Majesty-QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
BRIGGBASE is truly a group that has all agreed to come to this world
of material tangible waking illusion and bullshit, and become the
organized world we all know and love, or most of us that is, as
HOLLYWOOD, or the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY! They do not remember it on
a conscious level, I am quite convinced of that truth, but I know
that down deep below their conscious waking minds, is all this same
secret knowledge and wisdom, and they know this whole MAGIC DEAL
that is truly the parts and pieces, the nuts and bolts and washers
of the QUANTUM ENERGY WORLDS of the forever invisible and
INFINITE!!!!!!!!!!! Take the last episode of that fantastic late
nineteen-sixties episode that just aired on the fabulous
(ME-TV-NETWORK) on Sunday morning at 4-AM, in my town of Fort
Pierce, called, “The time Tunnel”. They know. Look and study
really hard, that last episode from two nights back, folks. Whoever
wrote this script, at least UNCONSCIOUSLY, knew the truths about
what
ELECTRICITY TRULY IS,
and this was that fantastic episode with MERLIN
THE MAGICIAN,
the old wizard who today, lovely Mizz Paula WAYV-FM-RADIO KING, card
trick QUEEN, mind influencer QUEEN, and just plain absolute QUEEN;
could be thought of as the great EXPLORATRON TYPE-3 MIZZ JULIA
WHITE, OF THE GREAT “PERMISSION BARRIER 1994 BOOK” YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
SUPER
FUCKING BOTBAR DAY!
5:24
Post Meridian
SUNDAY,
1 MARCH, 2020
SUPER
SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY
THE
MILITUFORCE BROUGHT IN THE MONTH OF
MARCH WITH A MAJOR 100 PERCENT MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR DAYS
BY TURNING THE FIRST DAY IN IT INTO A BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING
HUUUUUUUGE NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION UTILITY HARASSMENT. The entire
weekend has been off the scale UTILITY AND COMCAST SIEGE, but I no
longer believe that COMCAST is behind ANY OF THIS. Whoever this
MILITUFORCE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY as I call it, and
whatever it may or may naut be truly called; ARE THE ENTITIES TRULY
BEHIND AND RESPONCIBLE FOR ALL OF THIS ENDLESS DETH SIEGE ON ME
SINCE I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL'S COOLEY HALL ON OR APPROXIMATELY THE LAST
DAY IN JANUARY IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORDESS OF 1973!
After
awakening from an incredible and totally mind fucking boggling
nightmare on steroids AGAIN FOR A THIRD MORNING IN A ROW AND AGAIN
AROUND HALF PAST ELEVEN IN THE GODDAMN MORNING; I wrote a blog, and
when I tried to post it, I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO INTERNET SERVICE. The
outage on Saturday, yesterday, was with the entire modem and I lost
all three services with COMCAST, the CABLE-TV, the PHONE, and the
INTERNET. This day of Sunday, it was JUST THE MOTHER FUCKING
INTERNET. Still, I called an agent and she was able to resolve my
problem after about half an hour or so give or take and trying to
reset some things and performing numerous technical tests and
resets, or as Bob Andrews from 1975 would say so often back then,
“WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!! I still don't have a fully clear picture
of the so-called “mortal world explanation” to what had gone
wrong with my service, and it seemed to be a bit complex, and too
lengthy for this still computer-internet-new age society misfit and
elderly person, to fully grasp, or be able to logically explain on a
blog in my own words. For the past two to three weeks, COMCAST has
been somehow HACKED by my MILITUFORCE ENEMIES,
or their service on my account has been totally somehow MAJOR
BLACK-HAT HACKED, by the great 1981 Stacey Lattisaw Jack-Hack-Attack
Society. I can expect for as long as this cunt lapping crazy OVERLY
VOLATILE DOW JONESSTOCK MARKET continues to react so
absurdly; for these death sieges on me to just continue to happen to
me without end, let up, or mercy, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!! This is
the very same ENDLESS NIGHTMARE ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY HARASSMENT that
I've been dealing with and suffering through since 1986 when this
goddamn shit all got a foot-hold on me while I was residing at the
nightmare rental home owned by Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, on Marlton
Pike, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey (NJUSAESMWG).
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,
CHAPTER
25-B
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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BLOGGER WILL REMOVE AMY © MATERIAL
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5:41
POST
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
EVENING
1
MARCH, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
03/01/2020
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Nasty
miserable dirt-bag Janeones has been striking me down like a damn
dog continually over and over, with counters, with clocks, and every
other conceivable digital thing that anyone of you out here could
ever hope to fucking dream up in your wildest imaginings.
Copyright
© 1999 – 2020 Google
Hey
so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!
I
AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I
AM JUDGMENT PROOF
KATY, Admiral, and Portfolio
Recovery Debt Collection Service!!!!!
AUGUST
6, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:20,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, IT FEELS 102 DEGREES FOLKS!
I
AM GETTING SUPER MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING MILITUFORCE MOUSE
HACKING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 5:55 P.M., ON 1 MARCH, 2020:
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
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON
THIS 1
MARCH OF 2020,
WITH
ANOTHER MAJOR
HUGE UTILITY COMCAST DEATH STRIKE ON ME, MILITUFORCE FINANCIAL
OPPRESSION SIEGES ON ME,
COMPUTER
HACKS AND ANNOYING ENEMY INTERFERENCES, AND ALL OTHER INTENTIONALLY
CREATED PARALLEL EVENT ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSE COMMITTED AGAINST
ME,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
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.
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
OH
SIR CHESTER-FRANK, SIR!
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 ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'.
SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
Yessir
Sheriff; I
will be telling the 2020 Census all about what was done to me
underneath Atlantic City's CENTRAL
PIER
on the 5th
damn day in July,
and let the damn chips fall wherever they do, all over their
numerous roulette tables in town, and perhaps some city parking lots
back nearly thirty-eight years ago as well. They just won't stop
harassing and endlessly persecuting poor little mother fucking me,
so fine, and fine',
Sir Tom Glenn
lead-sheet writer-copier. I NEVER EVER FORGET ANYTHING, unless the
Exploratronic Supermind Society goes back into the photon-memories,
and cause things simply to either NAUT be there, or alter what was
there before, with their world and perhaps even intergalactic
spirit-dream-travel, huh Gene Roddenberry TRAVELER LATENGRATE?
DOORS,
DOORS, DOORS,
& here we go again; or as I said in one of me' music projects
quite a while ago; “HERE
WE GOOOOOOOO”!
Long story short, why not let the officials and DNA experts sort it
all out? In any case, the M2F doesn't want for this to all come
rushing over Niagara's great waterfalls, and IT WILL, IPYT, so why
not make them as upset as they have been and always are, MAKING ME
ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN TIME, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEE?
Krystal's Ball
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(ninety-nine pennies) Just
how cheap are folks?
The
joke is that this is worth 100,000 bucks, and I would say this to
any damn district attorney in this nation, as I know how powerful
this thing really truly is.
You
will have to prove to me that this does not work for you, I am no
fool!
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SOMEBODYME
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Those
nightmare mother fuckers of the MILITUFORCE
ARE TOTALLY KILLING ME, SENATOR SANDERS, SO PLEASE GET INTO THE
[[[{{('DAMN')}}]]] WHITE HOUSE OVAL OFFICE, OH GREAT AWESOME SIR, OR
AT LEAST SOME WONDERFUL DEMOCRAT, BEFORE I LOSE MY COCKSUCKING
SANITY AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, CUBED, CUBAN, AND CUBAN SQUARE CUBED,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
really do not think I can survive this incredible hell any longer,
Sheriff, so when I am found dead in this apartment in your county,
after I've pleaded with you and your peeps for help for years now,
on this blog oh great kind sir; then sir, MY DAMN BLOOD IS ON YOUR
HANDS, LEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY, AS P[RESIDENT NIGHTMARE SATAN TRUMP WOULD
PUT IT SO WELL. Mortimer mortino the Hebrew Angel of Death, is
striking and passing both me' left as well as me' right sides,almost
every single fuckign ten minutes of the day and the night, and I
even am awakening from sleep to this prick eating shit fart, buzzing
loudly into me' clit huffing eardrums. May I add here, that this is
beyond totally WEEDEEKAWUSS,
lovely Kitchen Duty Dairy-Queen girl turned SUPER ROCK STAR after
1997,
has all come and gone, and without any sweet songs, fight songs, or
any kind of goddamn songs!!!!!!!
Yes
BEEGEE SONG-STEALERS, someone most definitely needs to mother
fucking HELP ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, B4I totally mother fucking
die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been literally nothing less than
PREMEDITATED FIRST DEGREE MURDER EVER SINCE 15 AUGUST OF 1986.
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