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I've gone through mother fucking total hell (DOGTOWN) ever since July ended and my rental assistance program was cancelled. This set up some new horrendous magnetics for me that are off the scale monstrous, but the 18th day of september was the true start of a new bear in my turd chewing life that words cannot even remotely hope to properly express, YO peeps!!!!!!!!! The storm was survived with just some fucking awning damage to my residence and the landlord, Mister Mike got back from New Hampshire just in time to effect repairs on it this morning. Over the past days since my last blog, I was assaulted with major Havana death weaponry causing uncontrollable bowell blow out and a major clean up job all over the place as a mother fucking result. The enemies alsohave been messing with my video player over the past several shit eating days, freezing it up and causing weird screens to appear on my goddess damn television monitor. And somehow some one or some thing Mister Shatner Captain sir, got into my place while I was out and ripped my good jump suit that I wear unless out on errands, and I mean it just was ripped up as if a goddess damn big dog was let loose and chewed up the entire right leg of it, it makes no earthly sence at all.But in all honesty, no one broke in and I must confess that I was mistaken and glad that I never reported it to thepolice. My landlord told me that what I saw at my front door did in fact have a rational mortal world explanation. Some damn ass things weelwee do, and I love being wrong on shit like this, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all of this an dother continuous bull fuckingshit has caused my magnetics to go straight to cunt licking hell, and a roulette system that has made me a lot of money on paper since last middle November, CRASHED AND BURNED FOREVER THIS PUSSY SNIFFING MOUUUUUUUURNING, or maybe this MOANIN-MOANIN-MOANIN, all great Christian counselors all over the place who all had major motivations along with many others, for me never to be hypnotized back last cock knocking century, me' peeps!!!!!!!!!! Yes I lost 5,000 dollars this morning on paper and this was more than I made in nearly a year playing on the green quarter gaming chip hypothetical level. i NOEW HAVE SUFFERED THROUGH 3 STRAIGHT 'BOTBARS', and no, NAUT BOBARS, Mizz Errortype AT&T Blake of 1983. Well, I can tell things now that in total honesty would begin a chain of mother fucking events that could in all honesty lead to the great war, and that would lead to the alternative of the KAKU-JUMP, that is from a type-0 civilization to the great and illustrious type number one!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will not do this. I could and if you doubt me, you are all total fucking asshole fools out here. For now let me just say that the past thirteen days now with today beingthe current of a grouping of thirteen, my magnetic percentage for botbars has climbed to a life fucking threatening 77%, 13 bots times 100 for a percentage and divided by total days of the group or 13, and we get 77. As for the entire month of 9-22, this final 30th day is closed and that happened at 5 this morning B4 it even got light out fucking outside. Factoring in my age as opposed to half my life ago at age 34, Captain Kirk sir, and my September MPB closed out at a whopping horrible fucking 43%. All year, other months, bad as shit was for goddamn me, the MPB's for each month were as follows: Jan-35, Feb-18, Mar-32, Apr-10, May-32, Jun-6, Jul-16, Aug-23. Now in Sep we jumped to an inhuman fucking 43% Botbar. This is nearly DOUBLE the damn ass average of the other previous months, and at my age this is cunt licking killing me, no, make that MURDERING ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As for trying to beat the odds and advance in life, this is a study of mine for decades now, since reaching the conclusion that the only possible explanation for my life as Mark Wayne Mohr is that I'm the chosen Huntington in a 3,000 year old family fucking curse. Many peeps would not get instantly switched for using "DIVINATION' processes, Patty HHH type or math stats type, as Moses if alive in 2022 would tell you all as Diana has told me while in deep astral-plane trances, Absolute Gravitation (GOD) as you would all say out there on this puny whittle pwanet; sees it all as "divination" or in a realer truth, unwillingness of parts of its created beingness to rely on IT and only IT,not ever asking the stars or the algarhyths for answers. Well peeps, that is total fucking shit. There is no bearded loving grand daddy in the sky, an dthe great ECK MASTERS know this only too damn ass well. Books were written by some of them like Mister Twitchel who dared to try going straight to AG and he found out what this all powerful thing is all about, anbd it ain't about loving anything. Only its traveling 'B' copy can learn what it's like out in IT'S creation, develop a human personality, live amongst us, (the word becomming flesh), my words are not made up YO, this is all 100% mother fucking totally biblical!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anything used to try and beat the odds to improve one's station here on this physical plane, be it a gambling system, using trances to shut off human awareness and travel in our spirit (energy), all of it, it is divination, that is how AG sees it and it is an abomination to IT. On the Astral Plane IT comes to me as lovely giant Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, calls me THAT BOY and tells me that SHE loves me. What a bunch of fucking total bullshit. When jerk off total scum like Trump is endlessly blessed by this being while I am CHOSEN to be endlessly cursed, THAT'S love, Mizz Turner, principles or recording artists, YO????????????????????????????????????????????? Wanna' fuckin' gimme' a bweak, Sir Elmer Fwuuuud, YO??????????????????????????? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The minute any of us practive 'divination', we are set to receive, sooner or later, an assault by the Lawtron Cops. It is an automatic system that just works by itself, and no rock songs of 1980 or 1981 need to be made up to screw with my words. I used parallel event in 1986 at the New Jersey casinos. Within half a year, the lawtron police force if you will, dictated and totally controlled by "HALLS FAWCES" of the 7th dimension Professor Kaku, not only stopped me by switching me into alternate realities that caused me to alter my behavior and begin gambling and doing stupid things such as mainly betting weak parallel events that lost more than they won,m getting me to stack chips after losing bets, and then pow, I got my threat cut, just as my song lyrics said at the start of 1987, huh oh great Copyright Office examiners?????????????????????????? But even if I used the ultimate cheat method of playing one long game and using simple algarhyths to tell me which 5 numbers to play at each new game, I know "THEY" could switch me into new alternate worlds where every aton is the exact same all over this entire fucking cunt galaxy EXCEPT for all the roulette numbers that never had come out B4 back in the world I was in B4 and hence, my so-called hot numbers would become mysteriously worthless, OVERNIGHT, literally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now my information is so powerful, that if I was not placed INTENTIONALLY ON A CRACK POT LIST by human-forces under "THEIR" control, World War III could literally begin within twelve hours. I am not making this up. This info taken seriously, AND MISUSED, by the wrong peeps, and it would B total fucking curtains for this world. Now there is a whole lot more shit going on involving my incredible family and why both COOLEY HALL had to happen as well as why I had 2B sent to it for my education. There also was the absolute need for me to meet up with a 33 degreed MASON in November of 1985. Also 1802 Robin Hill Apartments was an absolute necessity for me to live at, as well as RPL Studio was a total necessity for me to be working at the same time. This set forth major provadenia and events that have no worldly explanation. Even the great huge pile of records one day in late October of 1980 and the asshole driver who was destined to pull out in front of me forcing me to slam on me' breaks and making the pile of vinal records fall all over the place and get resorted into a new pile. Without that happening the odds that I would ever have done many life changing things would be millions to one against. Also, contrart to what many fucking peeps firmly believe, my post oh-eight blogs are not just mainly MC blog. It does appear this way, but provadenia works quite outlandishly most of the time. Lab technicians are part of this as well, as the great Social Security system knows only too well, placing me on SS-Disability the first time I applied for it when I told their shrinks that I was a 23rd century Lab-Tech named Arthur Zeejins from the World Laboratory of New Jersey, located where today the great illustrious Haddon Hills apartments are situatd and where I lived between ages nine and fourteen. Then there was a fifth dimensional connection to lab-techs with both my daughter and the great disco queen, Mizz DAGS. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass old 06-08 blogs BUTT, and later on 2010 word hacks at far away libraries and in-between the great and precious project, despite all of this dog-shit and much more, there are so many larger and greater connctions to the profession of lab-technicians and my 'DREAMS' of them with powerful connections to 5th-D doubles of me (my doppelgangers), and getting into it all could take lifetimes and this might allow this world to make the great jump and escape the JOA that perhaps a few far away other worlds have most likely failed to do, (JUMP OR ARMAGEDDON). Why my kid in the real waking world did what she did is anyone's guess. BUTTTTTTT folks, she did it. I was told that the voice exemplar is dead on from the Glitter movie where she says "Is this a DATE", with "causing a general BREAK down of your body". The second part is a private phone conversation from 1984. You all know the other part from the show. I did not invent voice exemplar comparisons nor did I make up the result. Still, when I moved to fucking Florida in December of 2009 and within a year got a copy of the 2009 project, this is when after watching it two times, I could not believe my ears as she spoke certain words. Like I said, and anyone out here can ask the great A&E CHANNEL, I have an ear for things, and I know what I know. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Very soon I will be blogging from home as I have tons of Bernie Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE things to discuss, and Lab Techs are a very important part, so big that I know with no doubt in my mind at all Sir Professoe M. Kaku, that this is all what could allow the jump, or cause us to perish in the JOA anahilation by the gods of the Planck time, and B4 any one of you laugh too damn ass loudly, YO, remember that Mister Planck was struck by Diana Zuudlocronessia Arteemis who you Earthers all know as LIGHTNING, and afterwords, SHE revealed powerful truths of HER WORLD, the great ASTRAL PLANE, the Timeless Purgatory, oh Sir Pope. Yes Pope Sir, your emminence, I left the great windy Marhouse, but winds here in Florida can indeed also B quite powerful and scarey, YO Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for extending me ten minutes of time, Sir Library Computer system, I can now print me' whittle bwog!!!!!!!!!!!!! In time the intelligent peeps out here will know for sure that I am not a nut job crack pot as the internet calls me on their WFMU-hate-page called, "Crackpots from New Jersey". We will B telling HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE secrets about the parallel world of Starburn ODC of 1986, Russians and Star Trek Russicans, and the greatDoctor Carey and her assistant at the Atlantica Medical Center of parallel-world 1986, Doctor DA Gaines, only she doesn't get her MD license until 1992. Doctor Carey however and the fictional Doogie Houser are a whole other story, and thank the gods I'll be able to blog from home B4 the next month is out, as I cannot keep fighting the clock as there is just too mother fucking much to tell with these damn ass timne constraints, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________ As the little L&O-SVU SAVANT would say so well, "THE END", but I'll B-BAUCHHHHHHKK, Sir Muscleboy Guv!!!!!!! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________