Friday, March 6, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 31


2:57 Ante' Meridian

Friday, 6 March, 2020



This week was even worse than the past several weeks. No one will believe my tale from total hell, not if I beg and shout through the most powerful mother fucking bullhorn that was ever manufactured.









I am being completely ignored at the Housing Authority, and in fact, I have a strong feeling that I am about to be evicted from here, and when I am, I am going to run to some legal service such as Florida Legal Services and sue this entire corrupt SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, for persecuting a pathetic special education kid to his grave who did absolutely nothing to warrant this behavior. I am not getting my re-certification paperwork and the lease begins annually on the first of April which is now only three and a half weeks away, and I usually get this in January. I left the Housing Authority office early this afternoon and went to the Saint Lucie County Sheriff's Office, and was treated like a dog there as well. The epitome of passing the buck was done to me. My complaints fell on totally deaf ears and I have nothing good to say about this county anymore, after crooked Larry Lee two years ago treated me this very same way, and now the Sheriff and his crumb bag crew, and the Fort Pierce Housing Authority. I am packing up to leave, but I will go to a cheap hooker and drugs type of hotel somewhere local that I can afford, and I will sue this entire mother fuckign county, if I have to be MY OWN GODDAMN FUCKING PLAINTIFF. There is nothing in the law that says that I have to have an attorney.







All cunt lapping day long, my CABLE service with COMCAST was frozen, from the time I got home from those errands as stated, and has been ongoing all day and night long. I called Comcast, and this time over the weekend, they are sending out a SUPERVISOR TECHNICIAN REPAIR PERSON to see what is going on with my account. We all know that NOTHING WILL BE FOUND. Most of us all know as well, that the fuckign shit being done to me by these ASTRAL PLANE GODS/FAWCES, are what is being major fucking cunt covered up by the Earthly empowered MILITUFORCE, because they know completely and fully well that the sanity of the populations on this planet would be lost practically overnight if what is being DONE TO ME, suddenly WERE TO SHIFT OVER TO having these same things done TO A LOT OF OTHER INNOCENT FOLKS. This entire thing is one HUUUUUUUUUUUGE game of the ASTRAL-PLANE-GODS. I know it, and my Blogaudians out here know it as well, and whether they choose to believe it or not, is no longer my concern! I've done my cunt huffing job and now am ready to die and leave this world behind very shortly. My GARY-7-ASSIGNMENT EARTH service has indeed been just about COMPLETED, or to quote our great Eck Master (LORD JESUS CHRIST), “It is finished”. The Gary-7 assignment for all intense and purposes is now OVER. I don't need to be up on a cross in excruciating fuckign agony to holler out, “IT IS FINISHED”, as I know damn well that it is, yo!













COUNTERSTRIKE OF 3:11 A.M., ON 6 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, AND ON THE PRESENT FIFTH DAY OF MARCH 2020, WITH THIS OFF THE SCALES COMCAST ALL DAY ALL SERVICE FREEZE OUT, NASTY AIR AND CHEMTRAIL AND ASSAULT CAUSING HEALTH DISTRESS AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME, THAT IS ALL STOCK MARKET AS WELL AS ICPE-APE-TECH-DEMOCRATIC RACE AND POLITICALLY 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.







































































EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE







EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE







GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

















I am going to be talking about the all mighty and all powerful truths and realities, behind my being kept down and oppressed since the day of my birth, by invisible covert MILITUFAWCES and how when I was able to defeat their system using mathematical parallel event technology and applying it to Roulette at the Jersey casinos in 1986, I was forever wiped out and destroyed by this new age BIG BUSINESS/SHADOW GOVERNMENT MARRIAGE of 'VERY SCOTT RANSOM POWERFUL PEOPLE', and how things advanced in several grouped stages throughout my life since the second of my birth, such as leaving Cooley Hall, leaving 1802 Robin Hill, communicating directly with Astral-Fawces, and beating the casinos and potentially even the Huntington Curse itself if left to accomplish this, only I was not as we all know quite fucking well. The joke is that the world likes shit to always be categorized within their mortal world limitations of seeing things in a perfectly accurate one dimensional chronology, and in truth, time and its directional 'Whoopee Goldberg' arrow, have no such limitations. Too bad her fictional STAR TREK-TNG character of Mizz Gynan is not real. She would be so wonderfully fucking able to assist me in so many of my horrendous and inconceivable problems and nightmare woe wiz-me's. I am not able to predict anything. Even I when living here physically, am totally connected to the same rules of physics that you all are, almost the same anyway, since my ability to think myself forward through water and air, as well as propel objects such as those infamous and illustrious diner rotisseries to instantaneously spin in opposing directions to what they were doing before I take control over them, does seem to make me a little different. Still, I cannot alter the STM system or the shoulda' coulda' woulda's of life's incredible MAGICAL PHYSICAL PLANE of caporial and tangible human life. In hindsight, I must confess to another major life worsening change after a particular incident was engaged in, and that being, MY BLOGGING! This brings me to a point here:





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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, SIR CHESTER-FRANK. AFTER I SEE THE SHERIFF, I WILL START MY NEW PROJECT OF “LET'S KICK SOME ASS ON THE WAY TO THE ANTI-M2F BANK OF DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!


















This one blogger, and there are zillions of others such as this person out there on the net; are amazingly knowledgeable on this internet new age world. All I ever knew was what Ed Himacane taught me, and all I ever wanted to do was to tell the mother fucking world my horrible woes and very sad story. I had no idea that a blog, if grown just a little more than mine, could make any kind of money over say a few dollars monthly, and it seems that I had been seriously mistaken here. This is a small part of what he said on his info that I clicked into from first clicking onto the info about growing a blog audience as well as profiting from it by allowing advertisers to place their stuff on our blogs. Yes it does take some serious monthly views, perhaps three or more times than this MORIANITY BLOG gets, but at that point, according to these bloggers out here, some decent pin money can indeed be made. However it also seems as do all things 'computer-internet-related', take some very serious knowledge, that THIS BLOGGER is seriously fucking lacking!



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Talk to Professor ERASO also about my blog and see if he would be willing to see what he can do, and pitch him the idea of a consortium for blog-money makers, who just wish to join a NETWORK CONSORTIUM that keeps 25 percent, and pays the blogger 75 percent; for those who do not want to get their hands dirty, and learn so many things needed for proper promotion, as well as saving them time to merely write additional potential money-making blogs. We could start the first BLOG PUSHING CONSORTIUM and open a business. From there, we can better promote other apps and other ideas such as Krystal's Ball and the www.bethere.com/ network.







If I was not under this MAGICAL HUMTINGTOM CURSE and being tortured and tormented here in DOGTROWN forever and ever under a human life illusion; I would be able to make that extra little bit of pin money, but we all know that HALLS M2F FAWCES that stopped my 1986 pro-gambling ventures, would and will go on endlessly STOPPING ANY AND EVERT THING THAT I COULD OR WOULD EVER TRY TO DO.





WHAT A MOTHER FUCKING HORRENDOUS NIGHTMARE I AMTRAPPED IN FOR NEARLY 8,100 YEARS NOW, HUH ME' GLOBAL TRAVELERS, ANDMAYBE, ME' ESS TRAVELERS TOO. How can I ever know just what or who anything really is, EVER????? One thing is certain. That Comcast BILL and the COMCAST endless freeze-ups on a daily basis now since last summer; is no damn fucking coincidence.





My area hit weather records yesterday the 6th of March. It was 91 in fort Pierce for a while and almost summer-like-humid bringing a feeling like temperature to around 95, and Palm Beach areas hit 94 or 95 without factoring in the heat index, as did Vero Beach. Remember how I said that weather gets very demonic and unusual for any area that I am living in, when things get this fucked up for me and beyond weird off the scale, in other non weather-related matters. I am very sick and tired of always being correct, and would have loved to have been proven wrong by many people back throughout my goddamn fuckign past, such as Sir Marine Corpsman Clarence Harris back in 1998 when we drove to Philadelphia. Yes sir, he wanted to try and fake my death and then come stealthfully by to see who comes around to pick at my bones, his quote. Of course faking our deaths is a felony, criminally illegal in other words, and so he said, “IF ONLY WE COULD”. Then we looked at each other and chuckled a little bit. WEIN folks????????????









So it seems I was wrong. I started researching blogs and money making after posting all those blogs the last time I was up on the net, and wow, it seems that if I wish to grow, I must find a way to get my blogs looking the way most bloggers get theirs to look. All I know is my hellish story. I have no knowledge at all about how to do what these other fuckign cunt bloggers do to make their shit look professional and not all stupid ass ugly like my shit ass blogs do, as well as so many ways that they use to promote that are as Greek to me as the shorelines of Athens.

GOOD FUCKING CUNT NIGHT NURSE IRENE, YO!!!

7:38 Post Meridian

Wednesday, 4 March, 2020



Precisely 20 years after that weekend day while residing at the Blue Anchor rental home owned by Sir Guthrie Short, when my mother finally was forced to surcome to her mysterious illness that was set upon her by MILITUFAWCES, on the early morning of 26 December of 1997, while still residing at the Somerdale Death House on Harvard Avenue. Yes, this day has been the worst day in the past 20 years, and not one soul has any small desire to assist me in any way, and quite contrary to that, many people only want huge and gigantic harm to befall me. So as stated earlier today, “Welcome to HELL, Mark Wayne Mohr”. Gee, thanx much!







Nobody wants a fancy blog from me, nobody cares in the least about my moon-phases, local wether reporting, or zillions of other nonsensical items that in the light of my incredibly horrendous existence here on the Earth-Planet in present persona, does in fact seem quite a bit Katy-Ridiculous, and it took me some years now, but yes, I see this now! So forget seeing colors and highlighting, and underlines, and loads of exclamation marks; and things such as these any longer. We will stick to the nightmare facts at hand, and that will be all we will do, or this will be all that I will do might say things a wee bit more accurately.





This guy next to me is an obvious OTAMMITE as Dave Roth and I used to label our MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. He was the one who very vigorously told me to, “knock at his door if his loud subs were annoying me”, and when I did, he sang me a completely different song from where we were a month or so ago, back on that day that I called 911.He was annoyed and mad at me and told me that, “I didn't call the cops on you when you make all kinds of noise and have women around and I hear all of you at three in the morning”. I told him it couldn't have been me, and that I would not so much as breathe too loudly in my apartment and had no idea that anything I did could even remotely be heard in another apartment or anywhere outside beyond my windows or door. He shut his door in my face somewhat angrily, when all I did was to please ask him to turn down his SUBS a little bit as my walls were shaking, and reminded him that he told me to knock on his door if they were up too loud. Just as I had told the people that day when things blew up before, the police officers, the Housing Authority Maintenance Crew, and my neighbor in unit #605, “It is hard to win because I try and do the right thing and no matter what I ever do, I'm told it is wrong. I was told by the last Resident Manager Mizz Debra Moratto to call the police and not the Housing People, and now they seem to have altered the rules. This reminds me of Jim Burr and how he so often would say to me, “This is how Satan can and will always defeat me, as he can change the rules to the game on a whiskers whim, any damn time he chooses, and I must instantly forever be ready to adapt and re-adapt, and eventually, I must lose”. That's a quote, Sir wonderful Adam Schiff, fictional District Attorney of New York County, NYUSAESMWG on that fantastic television law show, “L&O”. The dude back on that day told me in so many words that he didn't believe me, sort of in a round about back way accusing ME to be the trouble maker. And here HE GOES RIGHT AHEAD AND PROVES MY POINT AND PROVES ME RIGHT, without ever even realizing it. He told me not to call the cops but to knock at his door, so I did, and POW, he was anything but nice about it, even after insisting that he would be. So Jim Sir, how can I ever ever ever ever ever win?????? I am the ultimate Chiffon Music Group without even being a pretty woman. Gee whiz for Crissake.





So far today I have had numerous ILLEGAL CREDIT AND COLLECTION PHONE CALLS on debts well past ten years old and LEGALLY NOT COLLECTABLE, major nabe-harassment, major hostility when nothing has been my fault, major utility persecution that wiped out my telephone memory system and forcing me again within the past couple weeks or so to reprogram things and go through numerous menu steps on my Staples Store Land-Line Telephone, and the list goes on and on and on and on, beginning the second the enemies woke me up with that horrible loud squeal and utility strike. This is all not only major elder abuse on a person over the age of 65 which is definitely a statutory offense in and of itself if proven, but also is blatant goddamn criminal behavior, and patterned over 34 years now, makes it a lot more than simple criminal mischief, despite the great lovely Mizz Legal Beagle Molly-New! When established pattern crime over time is obvious and blatant, the usual 'Molly-New' exceptions, simply do not apply; but again Sir Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior, and to quote you in perfect verbiage here, “Go prove it”!







Tomorrow, I have to screw up my courage and do what I have now put off for about six years or so. I must go over to the Saint Lucie County Sheriff's Office on Midway Road, and ask to make an appointment to see the SHERIFF, because it is either that, or it is me in here COMMITTING FUCKING SUICIDE!













WEDNESDAY EVENING, 4 MARCH OF 2020, 20 YEARS AFTER THE MILITUFORCE MURDERED MY POOR PITIFUL MOTHER!

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE WHEN A PERSECUTED PERSON NEEDS THEM TO HELP THEM, I WONDER?





THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB OH HENCHMEN, GOONS, AND MOOKS





CHAPTER 29









It is 5:11 on this beyond horrible mother fucking Wednesday night. My prick eating nabe who said he wouldn't blast me out, is doing it again all the time now. He doesn't like cops. Well, I'll give him cops then. Just as the fawces love to do with me, whatever I do not like, they bring it to me. I must now choose to fight just as dirty with them as they do shit to me. Golden Rule in fucking cunt reverse, is how I see things, yo! Well, it seems to be all about this newest deal. Someone somewhere absolutely detested, despised, and completely fucking hated that short area on BLOG CHAPTER 28 where I said, “The gloves were coming off”. They hacked out the entire place on my file in my open office system, then I re-posted up onto BLOG CHAPTER #28-B the new version, and checked the blog on my o pen office files again. This time it has naut been screwed with in violation of my civil, human, and United States constitutional rights and freedoms afforded any citizen under Constitutional Law, Mister Criminal President TRUMP, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now the gloves are coming off once again since this DAILY DEATH SIEGE WITHOUT LET UP IS NAUT GOING TO EVER STOP ON THIS 2020 ELECTION YEAR OR SO IT SEEMS, KIND SHERIFF SIR. I will tell some things that I never thought that I would really seriously entertain. Only I know and fully comprehend and or understand the intricate significance to it all, but I am going to discuss this fucking shit anyway, and hopefully one day, humankind may just advance to the place where this will make some better sense to people, and global populations in general. So here we GOOOOOOOOOO, oh great, fantastic United States © Office in the SWAMPLANDS of DEMONICTRUMPVILLE, AKA Wash your hands WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, 13-600, and especially at the great address of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue! Funny how if we take that 1600 number and break it into hundreds and tens such as 16-00, and then three times keep adding a ONE to each side of it, we get the Starship Enterprise #, then we get the mighty FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD NJUSAESMWG #, and finally we get the year where in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, Robert McGuire's pappy (SENIOR) of Tennessee Avenue, the great Pittsburgh Hotel was built in the year of 1903, 1600, 1701, 1802, 1903. As I typed this major mathematical truth that lays inside of the endlessly present James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS), the mother fuckers BEGAN HAMMERING LOUDLY ON MY WALL OR CEILING, as I never can truly tell which part of these nightmare TRIAD NABES FROM HELL these noises are emanating from. This occurred at 24 minutes past one of the clock SHERIFF KEN MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is another HORRIBLE FUCKING DAY OF DEATH PERSECUTION, SO FAR WITH A MAJOR UTILITY DEATH STRIKE AND NOW A MAJOR TRIAD-NABE ASSAULT, and this is all MAJOR ILLEGAL FUCKING CRIMINAL ELDER ABUSE (against a person over the age of sixty-five fucking cunt dirt bag years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Not only do we have an almost indisputable weird numeric coincidence here showing in a cosmic code if you will, the powerful cosmic connection with me and the JANE FONDA NIGHTMARE ONE NUMBER, but also with me and these four incredible truths, the White House of Washington, the Star Ship Enterprise and the great beyond marvelous STAR TREK, the great ROBIN HILL APARTMENT #1802, and finally, the great PITTSBURGH HOTEL STRUCTURE OF ATLANTIC CITY'S WORLD FAMOUS TENNESSEE AVENUE, for crying mother fucking out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! But let us discuss the final deal for today, or the city where this 1903 year structure was indeed constructed by DADDY-Mick-G! Oh Janis Furniture Redecorating Joplin of all great Atlantic Palaces EVERYWHERE; just what in DOGTOWN is truly and really happening in all of these unfathomable goddessdamn things; oh lovely Latengrate sweetie pie??????????????????????









This seems to have REALLY PISSED OFF SOME FUCKING FAWCE OUT HERE TODAY!!!







DID SOMEBODY JUST DAMN SAY, “MISTER

OUCHAPINCHANERVE MUSTASTRUK”???



THE CUNT LAPPING END!!!!!





CHAPTER 28-B, MAJOR HACKING, FBI!!!!!!!



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1:05 P.M. WEDNESDAY, 4 MARCH, 2020



THE ABSOLUTE WORST YEAR YET OF MY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN LIFE, PEEPS!

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I AM UNDER A NEVER-ENDING MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACK. IT IS EVERY SINGLE CUNT HUFFING DAY; SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, AND MY GODDAMN FUCKING BLOOD IS MOST DEFINITELY ON YOUR HANDS, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, LEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY, YO!!!!!









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THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION POSTED HERE LEGALLY ON THE INTERNET, TODAY, MARCH THE FOURTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY YEARS INTO THE COMMON ERA.











I WAS AWAKENED SOMEWHERE AROUND SEVEN OR SO THIS CUNT LAPPING EVIL DEMONIC MOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING TO A MAJOR OFF THE SCALES UTILITY ATTACK, AND AGAIN COMCAST AND MY ACCOUNT WITH THEM, WAS USED AS A HARASSMENT BY THE MILITUFORCE, TO FUCK UP ANOTHER DAY FOR ME. SUDDENLY I AWAKEN TO A HORRENDOUS LOUD SOUND INSIDE OF MY APARTMENT COMING DIRECTLY FROM MY TWO LAND-LINE TELEPHONES, AND AGAIN AS IT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME SEVERAL MONTHS BACK, THE ENTIRE SYSTEM ON THE PHONE THAT I USE TO TALK TO LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA WITH, WAS COMPLETELY HACKED OUT, AND MEMORY-CLEARED; AND THE VOLUME ON THE RECEIVER WAS ALTERED. BUT HERE IS THE WILD SHIT. THE SECOND PHONE ON THE VERY SAME COMCAST LINE, WAS NOT AT ALL EFFECTED BY THIS MILITUFORCE PERSECUTION.





SLAMMING DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS!!!



Now the gloves are coming off once again since this DAILY DEATH SIEGE WITHOUT LET UP IS NAUT GOING TO EVER STOP ON THIS 2020 ELECTION YEAR OR SO IT SEEMS, KIND SHERIFF SIR. I will tell some things that I never thought that I would really seriously entertain. Only I know and fully comprehend and or understand the intricate significance to it all, but I am going to discuss this fucking shit anyway, and hopefully one day, humankind may just advance to the place where this will make some better sense to people, and global populations in general. So here we GOOOOOOOOOO, oh great, fantastic United States © Office in the SWAMPLANDS of DEMONICTRUMPVILLE, AKA Wash your hands WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, 13-600, and especially at the great address of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue! Funny how if we take that 1600 number and break it into hundreds and tens such as 16-00, and then three times keep adding a ONE to each side of it, we get the Starship Enterprise #, then we get the mighty FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD NJUSAESMWG #, and finally we get the year where in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, Robert McGuire's pappy (SENIOR) of Tennessee Avenue, the great Pittsburgh Hotel was built in the year of 1903, 1600, 1701, 1802, 1903. As I typed this major mathematical truth that lays inside of the endlessly present James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS), the mother fuckers BEGAN HAMMERING LOUDLY ON MY WALL OR CEILING, as I never can truly tell which part of these nightmare TRIAD NABES FROM HELL these noises are emanating from. This occurred at 24 minutes past one of the clock SHERIFF KEN MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is another HORRIBLE FUCKING DAY OF DEATH PERSECUTION, SO FAR WITH A MAJOR UTILITY DEATH STRIKE AND NOW A MAJOR TRIAD-NABE ASSAULT, and this is all MAJOR ILLEGAL FUCKING CRIMINAL ELDER ABUSE (against a person over the age of sixty-five fucking cunt dirt bag years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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Now the gloves are coming off once again since this DAILY DEATH SIEGE WITHOUT LET UP IS NAUT GOING TO EVER STOP ON THIS 2020 ELECTION YEAR OR SO IT SEEMS, KIND SHERIFF SIR. I will tell some things that I never thought that I would really seriously entertain. Only I know and fully comprehend and or understand the intricate significance to it all, but I am going to discuss this fucking shit anyway, and hopefully one day, humankind may just advance to the place where this will make some better sense to people, and global populations in general. So here we GOOOOOOOOOO, oh great, fantastic United States © Office in the SWAMPLANDS of DEMONICTRUMPVILLE, AKA Wash your hands WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, 13-600, and especially at the great address of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue! Funny how if we take that 1600 number and break it into hundreds and tens such as 16-00, and then three times keep adding a ONE to each side of it, we get the Starship Enterprise #, then we get the mighty FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD NJUSAESMWG #, and finally we get the year where in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, Robert McGuire's pappy (SENIOR) of Tennessee Avenue, the great Pittsburgh Hotel was built in the year of 1903, 1600, 1701, 1802, 1903. As I typed this major mathematical truth that lays inside of the endlessly present James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (JRSS), the mother fuckers BEGAN HAMMERING LOUDLY ON MY WALL OR CEILING, as I never can truly tell which part of these nightmare TRIAD NABES FROM HELL these noises are emanating from. This occurred at 24 minutes past one of the clock SHERIFF KEN MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is another HORRIBLE FUCKING DAY OF DEATH PERSECUTION, SO FAR WITH A MAJOR UTILITY DEATH STRIKE AND NOW A MAJOR TRIAD-NABE ASSAULT, and this is all MAJOR ILLEGAL FUCKING CRIMINAL ELDER ABUSE (against a person over the age of sixty-five fucking cunt dirt bag years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Not only do we have an almost indisputable weird numeric coincidence here showing in a cosmic code if you will, the powerful cosmic connection with me and the JANE FONDA NIGHTMARE ONE NUMBER, but also with me and these four incredible truths, the White House of Washington, the Star Ship Enterprise and the great beyond marvelous STAR TREK, the great ROBIN HILL APARTMENT #1802, and finally, the great PITTSBURGH HOTEL STRUCTURE OF ATLANTIC CITY'S WORLD FAMOUS TENNESSEE AVENUE, for crying mother fucking out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! But let us discuss the final deal for today, or the city where this 1903 year structure was indeed constructed by DADDY-Mick-G! Oh Janis Furniture Redecorating Joplin of all great Atlantic Palaces EVERYWHERE; just what in DOGTOWN is truly and really happening in all of these unfathomable goddessdamn things; oh lovely Latengrate sweetie pie??????????????????????









Chester Perkowski wrote me a letter in 1998 responding to a correspondence to him from me several months earlier, back late in the year of 1997; and without any time mishaps, futuristic beach shoebox-tablets, thefts of such devices by thugs on transdimensional Black Horse Pikes of No Joysey, Crooked Publishers Clearinghouse Prize Patrol winners with fantastic Sheriff-matching initials, songs, daughters, or high school reunions or reminiscences here; and in that wild letter, this fine Pennsylvania gentleman from the great College-town area naut that distant from the inconceivable Ron Wirtz Senior Carlisle town; went OUT OF HIS WAY TO INSIST THAT I WAS NOT CORRECT IN MY ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT TENNESSEE AVENUE HAVING 'WEIRD OR PARANORMAL QUALITIES' ABOUT IT, and he stated that quite vehemently, going onto elaborate on many things that basicly said I am way off base there. Then the HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Senator Sanders kicker to this entire crazy wild deal, comes from the very following sentence after that in his letter. He stated that, “Working in this hotel owned by his step-mother Mizz Estelle Anderson Bassler, really changed his life”. My now Latengrate pal, Mister David Charles Roth was amazed and beyond stymied by this, when I let him read the DAMN letter for himself, and talked about it until the day that he died, early in March, eighteen years ago in 2002. Let me tell you one quick obvious fact. Late in the month of October of the year of 2006, that street altered my life amazingly and incredibly ALL OVER AGAIN, causing me to switch automobiles, since McGuire put sand into my gas tank while Ed Himacane Lynch and I parked on that street and walked up to the boardwalk so that Ed could buy a newspaper from the Boardwalk Vending Machines that sold various city and county and even Philadelphia newspapers. As soon as I drove about a hundred miles or so, the car ran slower and slower and within a short time it was unable to get up past forty miles an hour in speed, eventually completely dying just outside of Atlantic City and just down the street from the ACMUA, Sarah Callio's world famous WATER COMPANY, mainland branch that is separate from the 401 Virginia Avenue place in Atlantic City proper. Ed was with me on that day as well, and we had been at the Genlow Northshore area of Atlantic City, and right there on Shannon Kickacar Avenue of hyperspace interactions, all spoken of in great detail on early Morianity blogs, some of which have been recently recopied and re-posted. Yes Tennessee Avenue altered my life forever as a boy and was written of by me as well when I was fourteen years old, and was called, “THE BOOK OF BEACH”. Later, the adult version became what we all know as MORIANITY, the story of full truth, and the interactions between myself, and the ALMIGHTY GODDESS OF THIS MEGAVERSE, AKA “PINK GODDESS” Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course most of my BLOGAUDIANS know fully well that the OLD BOYHOOD VERSION OF MORIANITY was naut only destroyed, (BURNED) as in some witch movie from great Long Island towns of demonic possession like world renown Ammityville, but burned and made to disappear in the very same inconceivable and unfathomable fashion that naut only many other things were also made to VANISH AND DISAPPEAR AROUND ME, but was done in a way that is beyond any possible chance of being within ordinary acceptable human realm only forces that lay behind the ever invisible curtains of OZ! I speak of all great peeps such as Razzy Russ from COOLEY-HALL, and his famous one in the morning visit to my apartment, while my mom was out with her boyfriend Sidney Crown on night early in January somewhere in the year of 1970, if my best time recollections are being true for me. HALLS FAWCES even then, had major vested interests in my never having that original YOUTHFUL VERSION OF ORIGINAL MORIANITY, that with a little assistance from the JRSS could break up into three parts for even wilder and 'trickier' discussions, such as MO-RIAN-ITY, or Monique, Ryan, DAD, telling it just about as powerhouse wild and true as any possible PINK-GODDESS-RELATED story ever could hope to do for crissake crying loudly, Sir Fonty the great SURFER of 5th dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life becomes so much more intense indeed, when we know a little bit about how language all got started, root words, and where sources of these things all came from. As I type and have been now, and after a completely quiet time until this blog started, MAJOR DOORS ARE SLAMMING OUT OF THE BLUE, SHERIFF; and gee fucking ass willagars yo, I wonder why, MISTER BOXER CAMDEN HALL? I really wonder like-DUHHHHH-Hyundai cars, YYY? Boy am I 'wheetahded', yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MICHAEL MCNULTY OF 1971 YO YO YO BRO!





















When I told Dave Roth outside of the Medport Diner in the spring of 1986, all about the great SARAH KRASSLE OF ATLANTIC CITY, for the very first time since we had met as security officers at the mighty #113 Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights on Route 45 up there in No Joysey in November of 1985; JUST WHAT HAPPENED TO BOTH OF US WITHIN TEN MINUTES TIME OR LESS? Most of you know, but for new readers if any, we were SET UPON while legally in the parking area of the diner after we had come out from LEEEEEEEEGALLY EATING DINNER THERE, by the local PEEDEE with shotguns and dogs. We were taken out of the car just as you see on cop shows with FELONY STOPS, the car was searched thoroughly and so were our persons, by dogs and the off duty officer himself, and later after arriving home at the Highview apartments of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG; I had my mother call the local PEEDEE that did this, and all they would tell my mother was, and I quote the Shift commander Sergeant who answered my mom's phone call that evening, “Your son and his friend were in the wrong place at the wrong time”. Hey, if that is true, then fine, I have no problem with that at all. BUTTTTTT, big ass BUTT but peeps; tell me thissssss in all truth here, willya'? DO ANY OF YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT? I have lived for precisely 65 and one quarter years on this very day, on this planet, and only on that one particular time, A TIME WHERE I WAS TELLING DAVE ROTH ABOUT SARAH KRASSLE FROM TENNESSEE AVENUE IN ATLANTIC CITY, did anything like this bizarre shit ever go down. I know for a fact that all of my problems, be it alien & UFO connected, be it entertainment world connected, be it governmentally connected, be it “WHATEVER-ANDREWS” connected, I KNOW FULLY FUCKING DAMN WELL THAT ATLANTIC CITY AND SARAH KRASSLE, ARE WHAT IS TRULY BEHIND EVERY SINGLE HELLISH SHIT EATINBG NIGHTMARE THAT I AM STILL SUFFERING THROUGH TO THIS VELY DAY, AND IF ANYONE ANYWHERE KNOWS DIFFERENTLY AND WILL TELL ME THE TRUTH BEYOND WHAT I KNOW; just ask me who you want me to murder, or anything else, ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING, because if you can show me the answer to my woes and miseries for 65 years and three months now on this very day of 4 March in 2020, there is nothing that I will not do for you in return, ABSOLUTELY MOTHER FUCKING NOTHING!!! I would suck President Trump's dick, and work like a maniac to get him reelected. I would murder a thousand people. Just show me what is REALLY BEHIND ALL OF THIS, AND THEN ASK ME TO DO WHATEVER YOU WISH IN EXCHANGE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!









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The world changes, but did anyone ever notice the powerful truth that makes MORIANITY WHAT IT TRULY IS, and that being, THINGS WITH ME DO NAUT; oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE from the 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau. Did you ever really wonder why this is so totally true; oh great awesome terrific wonderful Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), and my EX-Landlord Sir Agent Steve Caruso, property owner in 2009 of the home at 831 Thirteenth Street, in Hammonton (Blueberryville), NJUSAESMWG, oh kind sir, who must know that my story here with MORIANITY is all beyond TOTALLY THE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GODDESS SSJKK?









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Steve McGinty is another wild character, my old boss at the great 1977 print shop who I now think about daily since I used to work with the cousin of a great football hero who has retired to Palm Beach, Florida, USA, some years back. The man I knew from Mars Graphics was John Namath, cousin to Joe the great football player; Sir Tom Glenn, music man for the great National Football League, who I also know and had over at 1802 Robin Hill one day to help me do the song from that parallel world called, “Love is for Carpenters” in very early 1981. See how dots never quit connecting, that is if ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH ABOUT LOOKING FOR THEM, AS TOLD TO ALL OF US BY THE GREAT ALMIGHTY JESUS LONG AGO IN GALILEE. But Steve McGinty was the boss over both Printer-Bindery man John Namath and myself. He always was so interested in “my personal problems”, back in the days and times where many job places were not all that different from early industrialized American culture where peeps all worked and lived together in common areas, and the employers knew all of our personal lives and were quite close to their employees. 1977 was a special time in America, just after the great Bi-Centennial year of 1976. Things were very different, and I loved my wonderful President, Sir James Earl Carter. Steve McGinty always wanted to know why I was the way I was, scared of women being the very top thing. When I was about to tell him why and all about the great PINK GODDESS HERSELF, lovely Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, he was super anxious to hear all about it, even up in the year of 1996, while I had moved into the recently purchased Somerdale home on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues, in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG. The door slamming by the way is horrible, SHERIFF SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to Steve McGinty heredahelda and HERE, Sir Mike Soft (Microsoft)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was all set to meet with me and I was all set to tell him everything, as this was those times and days where I was in that horrendous monstrous search to find this almighty teenager from my boyhood days. A toddler child dripping with drool from his chin, can see how the times, and the people, and ALL OF IT, all fit together in ways, that to the rest of this world, would seem beyond incongruous or surreal, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just when we were supposed to get together, he refused to contact me, and I never was able to reach him again, despite him living right there in my nearby Somerdale area in 1996. I later learned that the McGinty family was all over both the area of EGG HARBOR CITY and ATLANTIC CITY, and that there were even ATTORNEY MCGINTY'S IN ATLANTIC CITY. You all do the mother fucking mathematics, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Bob McDowell, my COOLEY HALL PAL from 1972 and the early part of the following year also, later became the Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission. We won't touch all of the HALLS FAWCES obvious wild stuff that things like this are all interconnected through, at least naut for right now, lovely Mizz Blake. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT but peeps, we will tell this much, or I will, to all of you. We got together a couple of times outside of school in the summer time in the year of 1972, once going to Knights Park, once going to his local town of Gibbstown, you know, GIBB, Gibbstown, Gibbsboro where I used to live at Misses Patty Meeker's rental home, but for now let us focus on other more germane points to my current topic of ALL THINGS ATLANTIC CITY RELATED. One time I met Bob's grandmother in their car that his parents had driven him to my apartment in Oaklyn in; and she had cancer and had an operation on her throat and her voice was gone and she used what was termed a whisper-voice. This is a powerful thing up here in 2020, and I will tell you about why I say something like this that may appear to sound beyond absurd on a mere surface-Paul Pedersen level of thinking, yo! I love to THINK OUT LOUD, mainly because I have no one to ever talk to. I've learned that if I involve myself with people, the HALLS FAWCES merely eventually use them to hurt me and wreck my life, such as THE KING FAMILY UP IN JERSEY FROM 2007-2009. We all know this story well enough, right FBI-AGENT and X-Landlord Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas, USA? Anyway, I need to talk once in a while or I will literally forget how to properly speak. So in my bathtub, I do lots of out loud thinking, which tends to annoy anyone who resides on the other side of that mother fuckign paper-thin shithouse wall. I cannot say I blame them. I forgot myself yesterday and was talking aloud in my shithouse (bathroom), and shortly into my little conversation with me'self, BOOM, the prick next to me blasted his sub-woofers at me, ALL DAY LONG. Now I admit that this was done the night before as well, but only between shortly past ten and shortly before eleven at night, Monday night. It may just be coincidental, and I'm open to all sorts of possibilities, and always am. I am naut a close minded person, and am always willing to listen to LOGICAL RATIONAL answers, solutions, and possibilities, yo!!!!!!!!!! Still, from now on, since I must talk out loud to avoid losing my sanity with my lonely pathetic life of this HUNTINGTON CURSED MOTHERFUCKIGN TOTAL NIGHTMARE, I now will use the 'Grandmother-McDowell' (whisper-voice-technique) to do my out-loud-thinking. I did this on this very morning before starting this blog. I get the same relief from using this new plan, and I don't have to worry about giving any tyrants an excuse for their applying their tyranny. I know that Dick Wolf used the bugged telephone I always seem to have or the FBI connections with it to their ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, when he came up with that cool expression on that “L&O-SVU” episode with the judge who asked SVU Detective Elliot Stabler assist him in finding the remains of his deceased son who had been killed by some perv-sicko, and this comment was made, and originally it was a comment made to me on the phone quite repeatedly from David Charles Roth to me, where he would say to me, “Don't give our enemies a pretext for their aggression”. It may sound different, but anyone can see the truth here, and hey, if I can make little contributions to the BRIGGBASE'S Earthly-Based Entertainment Industry that makes for some really mother fucking great television, well then, goddamn it, and so mother fucking be it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Yessir world, Steve McGinty used to love to call his bad behaving employees underneath him, 'TURKIES', and he was probably right.



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BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT abnd yessir, but, he was naut so on the money with what he did with me in the autumn of that vely vely non-McDowell magical year of 1996, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, as it hurt him since he ALWAYS WANTED TO UNDERSTAND WHY I ACTED THE WAY THAT I DID, AND YES, WHO'S KIDDING WHO HERE LOVELY LILLIAN URBY; it hurt me too, as I needed to tell people just WHAT ATLANTIC CITY AND THE HALLS FAWCES WHO SEEM TO ALL STEM FROM THERE, HAVE ALL DONE TO TOTALLY WRECK, RUIN, AND ABSOLUTELY DESTROY AND WIPE OUT MY PITIFUL LITTLE MOTHER FUCKING DISEASED ASS LIFE, BRAHHH!!! Some cunt lapping prick FAWCE out there hacked the shit out of me' mind while I tried to type out that paragraph that I just did. Things I wanted in smalls or in caps, kept reversing; and it still is not the way that I wanted it, but I am naut gonna' keep mother fucking screwing with a losing venture.












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That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am thinking about mother fucking running far away to Alaska very soon, since I have totally mother fucking had it here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE! SARAH and the rest of HALLS FAWCES really want to blind me from so many powerful and awesome TRUTHS, and who knows just who or what else is behind the NIGHTMARES OF ATLANTIC CITY, NJ-USA?????









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COUNTERSTRIKE OF 3:23 P.M., ON 4 MARCH, 2020:







MIGHTY DAY-MINUTE OF THE TRINIDAD HOTEL OF TENNESSEE AVENUE, ATLANTIC CITY.







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, AND ON THIS 4 MARCH OF 2020 WITH THIS OFF THE SCALES UTILITY EARLY MORNING DEATH STRIKE AND NABES FROM HELL WITH DOOR SLAMMING AND HAMMERING; 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.









































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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 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,

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Between dish detergents, mean statements on Haddon Avenue, and all things related one way or the other to 'wonderul' ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; all that I am left with here to say for right now, would be thisssssssssssssssssss, lovely Erica Kane Snakes of a 1983 'All My Children' episode:

Diana Ross sang it vely beautifully in th eseventies, and I wholeheartedly concur with the song lyrics, “Goddess bless the child” for crying out loud surfer Fonty!









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State
2019 Minimum Wage
2020 Minimum Wage
Maryland
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Massachusetts
$12.00
$12.75
Michigan
$9.45
$9.65
Minnesota
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Massachusetts HERE I COME. I am so fucking adddddddahele Governor Desantis and Sheriff Mascara, yo.



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Hey so sue me if it ain't August 6, 2014!

I AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I AM JUDGMENT PROOF, KATY!



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!









That ever fucking annoying pop screen hack where this stupid thing pops up when all I do is change color on a font with some words, and it's naut supposed to do this, so it is another fucking BLACK-HAT-HACKERS HACK, huh lovely 1981 Mizz Gorgeous Lovely Stacey Lattisaw. Yeah, some coincidence, one of my first cousin's names for one of her girl twins was STACEY-ALICE? Gimme' a break heredahelda and here, Mizz Sarah Callio MARTINO of ATLANTIC CITY!!!!!!













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If the Sheriff won't help me at all or tries to insist I am just a mentally ill asshole, I will quietly obey, agree, and cooperate. Then I will come home and pack up what I need, and just do what I did on the mother fucking eleventh day of December in 2009 back in New Jersey. I WILL RUN AWAY FROM HERE AND NOT EVEN MAKE A PLAN, just as I did before. I survived it then, and I'll goddamn survive it again now ten plus years later. When you know you're licked, you must move on. It really is just that Henningsen simple, am I correct, all great CIA AGENTS EVERYWHERE, and miserable ungrateful daughters as well??????????????? You know, don't ask me how or why, but that last powerful dream where my daughter was inside of some tubular shaped medical device and the MILITUFORCE was preventing me from getting over to see her when I was with a friend of mine in some alternate and parallel world, on or off of Lieutenant Commander Worf's birthday and won trophies; and without the necessity of space anomalies of any type of magnetic Merlin fields; this is when I knew, and following that with that horrendous nightmare where I was being politically terrorized and intimidated and threatened; I knew that life was about to alter AGAIN right here while awake in physical fucking body, I just totally knew it, so please do not ask me anybody, how, maybe I am just fucking totally major psychic, who can ever know? I do know one thing from both today as well as the past nearly three point five decades of life's experience, yo. I know that when shit is ALREADY REALLY FUCKING BAD FOR ME, and then I do or say certain major things that the M2F does not wish for me to say aloud, POW-POW-POW-POW-AND POWZIE!!!!!!!!! I am naut imagining one little teeny bit of thisssssssssssssssssss, lovely Erica Cane!









So who still believes that the Corona Virus has one tiny little thing to do with why WALL STREET is acting so incredibly volatile lately? Today it shot up way over a thousand points and every single business day for two weeks now, it has been extremely volatile, changing many hundreds of points either up or down over and over each and every day. Today it was up into a four-digit point gain and the Corona Virus killed some people out in the western part of the United States, and is worse than a week ago when it was dropping down major huge every single day. So how can this virus be what is behind a thing for crying out loud? If I said things that seemed to make as much sense as that, I would be gassed as the prison world calls it with shit thrown at me, and that would be the best thing that would be done to me. You all know I a not lying about anything. I say things that can backed up in pure logic or reasoning or percentages or facts that can be checked out at reliable sources, and STILL I am told to go fuck myself by this world. So why exactly am I not supposed to believe that I have literally DIED and gone straight to DOGTOWN (HELL)? Tell me! The DEATH ANGEL has been on me in ways far beyond anything that has even happened before, even at my worst points in my life's mother fucking history. Just since I sat down to do this chapter, I have had four more, and on the day, try seventy-nine of them now for a total. The other night right before the loud nabe assault in unit #605, I took about the worst DEATH ANGET ASSAULT ever, at least one of the five worst. It was beyond Senator Sanders “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE”!











Here comes ANOTHER MORTIMER MORTINO ATTACK ON MY RIGHT SIDE AT 8:21, ON THIS BEYOND SUPER BOTBAR DAY OF 4 MARCH, 2020.









Yes folks, I see another huge psychiatrists dream of dream therapy and psycho-analysis that was touched on outside in the parking lot area of the Walgreen's Store with my pal who I ran into for a quick minute the other damn day. The harassing nabes in the apartment at Atlantic City DREAM, and yes, being lied about and intimidated. I mean come on, women in my apartment at three in the morning, or for that matter, at any damn time. Gimme a break here people, pweeeze!



























































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