5:55 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

25 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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Mark Wayne MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON Mohr 2006-2020

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e Week ending Tuesday afternoon: 04-25-23

Who out here and yes, heredahelda as well, remembers that secrets scale? I will now give this world a real mother flocking beaut of a great one after this horrendous death siege strike on me!

I can honestly say that I've not felt this much SATANIC oppressive demonic (LEFT SPINNING SUBATOMIC ENERGY FORCE) “same thing only with different verbiage”, against me since this all began as 1987 turned into the ending of the decade and well into the following nineties decade as well. This month of APRIL OF 2023 is a brand new mother ******* nightmare's beginning 4 me, and I seriously doubt that I'll B able at my mother ******* age 2 survive this, so if I DON'T RUN AWAY FROM THIS EVIL USA NATION AND FAST, I WILL BE DEAD AND MY MURDER WILL GO UNAVENGED, as these scumbag MACY'S really truly DO GET AWAY WITH MYURDER, just as Trump and King said that they do; oh President Biden, my kind sir, and great pal!!!!!!!!

Still, it is more than high time 4 a powerhouse secret 2B let out after this 3-DAY OFF THE SCALE MOTHER ******* BOTBAR ATTACK AND DEATH SIEGE that was perpetrated on me and maybe not even B mother ******* over yet. I of course after 3 or more BOTBARS, open a new day at 3-3 and then instantly drop a full rating point down 2 a 2-2 rating after BOT-X-3. KI am holding at this 2-2- rating since awakening at around a few minutes past three on this diseased 25^th morning in April of 2023. So here goes:

U all know that I had my music project from 2000 named on my copyrighted legal forms, titled, “Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896”, the year of the birth of lovely Mizz Trenton, New Jersey born, Sara J. Karge, whose shop was situated on Tennessee (10-SC) Avenue in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG! Did any of U ever ask yourselves, just Y did the goddamn asshole Mister Mountainpen give it this name that once learned of, my business partner Mister Pedersen climbed up the wall 4 about twenty minutes over? Think about it, as he did, only he was 100 percent mother ******* CLUELESS AS DOG SHIT ON SQUARED-CUBED-STEROIDS. Just Y did I name this Billy Harner musical project, all about a character from my 1994 copyrighted © book that was titled, “The Permission Barrier”, the character who was fictionally playing the part of the Mountainpen and AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR, Mister Russ Walker? Well Mister President RMN or “WELLLLLLLLL”, and crooked or naught lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE from 1983's Annoyance Caller Bureau; I didn't do it because I was trying to prove 2 the goddamn universe that I am a totally insane idiot moron on an endless diet of imbecile pills, that I CAN PROMISE ALL OF U OUT HERE IN CYBERVILLE, YO YO YO YO YO!!! No sir oh world and universe, I DID HAVE MY VERY VERY VERY 'NON-1984-INGRID' REASONS, LET ME ASSURE U ALL OF THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were many many many magical days spent at a place called the Redbank, New Jersey's great state park called NATIONAL PARK on the Delaware River. I went there many times while residing my second time at the illustrious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. Many wild things happened 2 me there, and few have been blogged or told publicly, YET, and today will B one of those telltale times. I also met a lot of wild transdimensional cvharachter and some woprld famous ones there, one was President William Jefferson Clinton, or his dreaming doppelganger, and I WAS WIDE AWAKE AND NAUGHT DREAMING, OH LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE OF THE GREAT ONCE ALMIGHTY 'PHONE-COMPANY', as it was called B4 the great break up in those simultaneous times of 1983 when all of this telephone woe-whiz-me stuff all began, 'coincidentally huh, Mizz Abbey Carmichael Angie Harmon? We doubt this world, we really do, and I doubt that her TV-show's fictional character would mind all that much if I speak 4 her on that one issue here, YO YO YO-HA, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! But Clinton had nothing whatsoever 2 do with this naming of that musical project about half a decade out into the future from this day at the great and very nice place, the National Park in Gloucester County, Redbank, New Jersey-USA in the early spring time in the year of 1995. This was a time when I ran into a gang of lovely teen girls who began flirting with me while I was just laying on a towel at a fishing dock in a rear area of this park that actually was on US-Army property but everyone trespassed onto it, not just me, and it did not have any ordinance or anything whatsoever 2 take or steal, so it was not being enforced as long as no one caused any mischief on the place. They saw me and began flirting with me as girls did back in those days B4-I became old and ugly. One of them reminded me a lot of Sarah Krassle but it wasn't here, and she was a miniature version, only resembling her facially, not in build. They eventually sat down close 2 where I was sitting and one of them had a small fishing pole and threw the line into the tributary of this world renown waterway, the Delaware River; and began 2 fish with it while her 2 friends kept flirting with me. After a short while, the girls who weren't fishing talked and I couldn't help but 2 overhear some incredible conversation. One of these teen girls, 16 years old at the very most, had just copyrighted a song and her parents had 2 sign the copyright form as she was a minor, as is required by law. The conversation began shifting from here into her sister being involved in a whisker miss car crash as she called it and resembled the precise situation that I had in Woodbury, NJUSAESMWG that night while on my way into my security job at Bechtel Power Company and was crossing over the Route 45 main road in town on a green light with my music in the car up a wee bit loud and didn't hear the oncoming officer squad car whizzing by with a siren on and we actually saw each other's eye balls, and I know that I was thinking that our eyeballs actually had collided, and then somehow by pure Highlander magic, I am driving again and all was as if nothing had ever happened 2 me, “a retrace job if U will, DDLTT (Distance Delay Laser Trace Technology). Time won't permit this entire story 2B told right now, as always, this is what future blogging texts R always 4 here. This girl who I think her name was Susan, and I think the friend she was with who wasn't off fishing in front of all of us on the dock, was Becky. I couldn't help but hear them use each others names while they were speaking. Then I almost lost my lunch when I heard her say that this same sister of hers, whose name I did not hear and I remember that fully well all these years later from 1995 up through right now in 2023; was dating a new guy now, “RUSS WALKER”. I had just back five or six months earlier, copyrighted my book with the name of that fictional 'ME'-character, RUSS WALKER, titled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Then came the final kicker B4 the girl on the fishing dock returned without any catches of fish and they all decided 2 leave after that and they did. They all were sort of getting their junk together into a couple of bags and the girl who'd been fishing off of the dock mentioned the song 2 the girl who had just said it half an hour earlier, and it was called, “THE STAR TRAVELERS”. I knew they were what I now call, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and this is Y half a decade later, I named my musical project that title that I did, as I felt 100 percent mother ******* compelled 2 do this, it was as powerful as having 2 mail the copyright at the local post office there back less than a half year earlier in the autumn of 1994, as well as my absolute compulsion 2 end those other future 21^st century musical projects 2B copyrighted on that very same day that the book was copyrighted, on HALLOWEEN DAY, OCTOBER 31^st, 1994, 2005, and 2007. I can say even lots more than this regarding the BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE musical project that I copyrighted as Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, but this will need 2 wait 4 many reasons that none of U need B concerned with right now. IPU that it will all B told and very mother ******* shortly,most likely B4 the ending of the soon 2 arrive following month of MAY-2023, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

TIME: 6:55 AM & END TRANSMISSION.

Genesis of SPACEFORCE Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club, Chapter 3

I am way 2 mother ******* old 4 this beyond super hell, and this is Y-I gave up on Christianity a long time ago, simply put, I am the one person who absolutely knows 4 sure that something more than all of this is happening in this world, and It simply won't work 4 anyone, this is pure unadulterated fact, and my knowing this I suppose makes me very dangerous 2 the global power structures and or whoever is endlessly putting me through hell so that I will eventually mother ******* take my life and just B DONE WITH IT ALL!!!!!!! I will not however, as I have nothing 2 gain by doing this other than ending this suffering and monstrous nightmare but perhaps, waltz myself right smack mother ******* dab into an even far worse nightmare on goddamn ass steroids!!!!!!!!!!!! Late last night B4 going 2 sleep I went outside onto my front porch and saw my nabe who walks around the place very often, and we talked, and I told him how I am getting persecuted 2 total death beginning early on Saturday morning with this now 3 day and then 2-day total DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, UTILITY-ELECTRONIC SIEGE, one of the SPACEFORCE'S FAVES ALSO BY THE WAY, THAT AND AIR SIEGE R THEIR 2 ABSOLUTE MOTHER ******* FAVORITES, AND THEY'RE TRULY BEAUTS, AS WE ALL NEED OUR UTILITIES AND ELECTRONICS 2 WORK. TRY 4 ONE GODDAMN ASS SECOND 2 IMAGINE YOURSELF UNDER THIS PROBLEM. JUST TELL ME IN HONEST TRUTH HOW HAPPY U WOULD GODDESSDOG B, YO, JUST TELL ME!!!!!

Anyone out here who knows my plight and quintessential f****** nightmare with the ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY hellishness that I've been forced 2 suffer with and through now since August of 1986, is watching the Phillies, the Flyers, and the Dow Jones Industrial Averages Wall Street Stock Market system. I know 4 a fact that my life has been PURE UNFATHOMABLE GODDAMN HELL 4 A SOLID SIX WEEKS OR SO NOW, and this is exactly how long this super BULL RALLY ON THE MARKET has been going on now, U know it, I know it, and I goddessdamn KNOW THAT U ALL KNOW IT, and keep right on denying it, just as Officer Comey did that goddamn f****** day in my Highview Apartment in June of 1994 when he came over 2 tell my mom and me that my mom's brother and his wife had BOTH DIED in Fort Lauderdale in some hospital there, of heart attacks. Another wild family weird on steroids medical situation if I NEED 2 SAY THIS MYSELF, HUH WORLD? U all just go right on denying the bullshit all U wanna', I know that down in your damn ass souls, anyone out here reading this, KNOWS JUST WHAT HELL I'M GOING THROUGH, U MAY NOT GIVE A LIVING HOT SHIT, BUT I KNOW THAT MOST OF U OUT HERE DO IN FACT TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY K---N---O---W THE TRUTH HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John Red Henningsen of late 1967-into middle 1970 said it all, and we all know thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS as well. Am I right, lovely Mizz Luccisnakes-1983?

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

Anyone of U wanna' bet me that I am full of shit regarding this? Anyone of U wanna' bet me that my enemies have not made tens of billions of United States Dollars over the past three dozen f****** years using this hellish Satanic crap on me 2 bring that stinking rotten diseased DJIA UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP forever and ever???????????????

Hey lovely November of 1985 Mizz Caldor Store Security Guard Margie Leo, “U wanna' frikkin' gimme' a goddessdog ass BRAAAAAAAAAAAAKE here”????? How about U, distant Cuzz-Donnie boy??????? I am getting real mother ******* sick and tired of being laughed at and disbelieved when I tell U that these woe-whiz-me hassles and hellish problems that R totally non-ending, R all up in my sick whacked out delusional mind. Sure, yeah right, all coincidences and illusions or just delusions of psycho sicko whackadoo Mountainpen, yeah, whatever U assholes say, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Very rarely, 2 or more astral entities R dreaming the exact same dream, being comparable to 2 people here on Earth dreaming of the same thing and of each other, and both waking up and remembering their dreams, such as in the famous fictional example with the dream that both Annie and Kevin Costner had in the fictional movie, Field of Dreams from 1988, about the Ebbits Baseball Field. So shortening the story and answering your query, one of my many dreams that I have, as a dog named ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, is that of me, MWM. Also one of the many dreams that I have, as a great Duke and owner of a large 60 octillion cubic mile area, but a mere speck in the huge Olympian Province, OP, where the mighty GREAT DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS lives with me in the Great Ricktown Manor, click into www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR information, is where my name is Rictofarious and 8 other names after that, that have legal registration meanings in Ricktown’s capitol City of AKOSLEM, the full city’s spelling is shown on my website, this is the shortened mortal world spelling.

By the gods, where is gorgeous white-hot Mizz Angie Harmon of the great television show called, “L&O”? She said in that one great unforgettable episode whose title escapes me presently, but naught what she said, that is clear as a church bell ringing in the fresh winter air down a countryside valley. She told Jack McCoy or some other ADA she works with in the show, “You have a high tolerance 4 coincidence”, get the show, ask Dick Woooooolf, he knows I speak the damn truth about the MACY CLUB FROM HELL!!!!!

Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club

Chapter 2

It's been a very long mother ******* time now since I HAVE BEEN SUPER F****** BOTBAR TIMES 3 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 3, AS IS THE CASE TODAY ON THIS MOTHER ******* MONDAY, 24 APRIL OF DEVIL DEMON YEAR '23, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

THIS IS A SUPER OFF THE DIALS MAJOR:

RED ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT

Here is what's ahupnin' oh wonderful pal of mine from the early nineteen eighties, Sir Derrijo Exxon: I arrived at the tech-'joint' 'Sir WINN', and got the computer repaired 4 $85.00 with the tax, and it seems 2B operating well, no naught wellllLLLLLL, Mister 'President Nixon Noncrook Mike Soft Finalspeeches'. The only harassment was a nasty chemtrail at the opening bell of HELL at 9:30 on the button and somehow managing 2 work its squiggly and squirmy f****** way through a fairly heavily overcast sky around me at the Saint Lucie Walmart Store where the TECHY joint is located. On the ride home I went through a couple of quick cloud bursts and I need a new pair of windshield wipers as it nearly caused me an accident as I couldn't hardly C a damn ass thing. Minor annoyances along with a lot of heat and f****** humidity were all par 4 the goddamn course here in Flowerland-USA, AKA good ole' Florida. I stopped at the Palm Sable Mall Publix Grocery Store on the way home 2 pick up my final monthly groceries and closing out my benefit amounts on my Humana Card and my EBT Food Card, leaving a $51 balance that was paid by my Toronto Dominion bank Visa-card so that I can earn a one percent discount. I never buy anything that I cannot afford 2 buy on my regular bank debit-card, and merely do a monthly balance transfer at the bank that pays off my bill each month and keeps my credit alive and active and pays me that tiny two dollar monthly award on an average of 200 bucks spent. By paying off balances, no interest is charged and I can make a tiny bit of money, up to 30 bucks annually on the cash-back system. After getting home and putting away my groceries, all of goddamn DOGTOWN broke loose with my COMCAST JUNKY SERVICE, causing a major 3-day death siege. The same shit on my landline phone is back that began on the goddamn f****** 11^th day in this nightmare f****** April-2023 month, the same exact thing, and on my cellphone that I have through their service, I was getting no-signal notices at the bottom of the Galaxy-phone f****** screen, although the service still did work. I phoned them and had a lengthy talk and I won't say anymore as last time when I did, my shit was mysteriously canceled. My service was never repaired, merely began operating 4 a short while, they never fixed it, the appointment was just canceled on me, and the excuse was “Maintenance being done in my area”, which is a lot of total mother ******* horse stench, great FCC and great ole' pal and ex-Chairman, Robert McDowell, Cooley Hall 1972 pal!!!!!!!!!!! One thing that I do know, oh mighty Federal Communications Commission, YO BRO: My miserable monstrous kid and her EX are behind this persecution with this entertainment giant, the 'great and illustrious 14-84'! I am now 5:24 MPB. That stands 4 in case U may have forgotten, Magnetic Percentage 4 BOTBAR, YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEE!! Just back last Friday I was only 2:21, swinging up now into 3:22, 4:23, and now mother ******* 5:24. These have ALL BEEN SUPER SUPER SUPER MONSTER ASS BOTBARS, not regular rotten nasty ass botbars. My life is a nightmare beyond anyone's ability 2 fathom it, 2 use words such as surreal or totally quintessentially inconceivable just doesn't ever truly cut the mustard, naught all the goddamn ass way, YO!

U all know the markets R totally flying, and how U can doubt my f****** c*** eating s*** with this ICPE-APE-TECH, is beyond mother ******* flabbergasting. I truly don't know what else 2 say here, it's all SAID!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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 on this horrendous and totally rotten Monday, and SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY, APRIL 24^th of the year of 2023, and who have struck me hard today, and 4 THE PAST 3 DAYS NOW, with an OFF THE SCALE ELECTRONIC-UTILITY DEATH ASSAULT, BREAKING MY TELEPHONE LINES, CUTTING OFF MY ROKU-TELEVISION & INTERNET SERVICE, COMPUTER, TELEPHONE LANDLINE SERVICE STOPPED, AND ALL ELECTRONIC DEVICES; AND ALL A PART OF THIS 37 YEAR HELL I AM BEING PUT THROUGH WITH INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, and with ENDLESS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS ON MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND 'RIGHTFUL ABILITIES 2 TELL THIS WORLD WHAT MY EVIL FAMILY IS DOING 2 ME', AND SCREWING WITH MY 17 YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT; 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, CG-5555 under G-14, G-901, under CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

My doing anything with MUSIC, has been my downfall, also anything that has any chance 2 generate any money 4 me that would even f****** begin 2 lift me out of total sub-poverty, totally absolutely mother ******* FORBIDDEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

Billy Harner | Discography

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Image	Title	Label	Catalog Number	In Your Collection, Wantlist, or Inventory	Actions
	O S 1100		Billy Harner	Open Records (11)	O S 1100
Image	Title	Label	Catalog Number	In Your Collection, Wantlist, or Inventory	Actions
	BH7499		Billy Harner	Studio Park Records	BH7499

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

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2000

[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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I will not B stopping my blogs nor turning them into a private access only journal, not after this incredible mother ******* death assault like nothing I've seen in decades of recent time. B4 the dirt bag gets in again, I KNOW THAT I MUST LEAVE THIS EVIL NATION!

Sir Lenny McKinnon said it only 2 perfectly in 1981, “There ain't no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE TIME IS 3:10 POST MERIDIAN ON MONDAY AFTERNOON, 04/24/2023 AND BD OF DAWN-MARIE KING!

THIS CHAPTER ENDS TRANSMISSION NOW!

Genesis of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club

Chapter 1

This was the most horrible weekend of my entire life, and there is the possibility that my age does indeed factor into this as I admit 2 having some real goddamn beauties as a younger adult but as stated, I was YOUNGER, much healthier, and that is all gone now. I have been made ill and old ahead of my time by this horrible putrid enemy from HELL (Dogtown), so what may seem beyond horrendous at going on age 69 years of age may not have been quite so bad at 35 and 45 years. First, there had been a lesser amount of accumulated time of it happening 2 me, and then my health and old age also undoubtedly plays a very HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE factor in all of it as well, YO. The Angel of Death is also, since the Covid-19 nightmare in 2020, off the scale; and this weekend is just about worse than anything so far, so it does all factor in and connect together just as of course always does, the nightmare problem that I have that everyone of U out there knows is called INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT OR APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT, or (ICPE-APE-TECH) 4 SHORT. It is not one tiny bit complicated other than no ordinary person can relate so far IMHO anyway, 2 any of this hellishness happening 2 any of them or anyone whom they know or even know of. It is way rarer than ordinary nasty monstrous stuff such as cancer or mental illness, and big time woes such as these things. The reality 2 it is most definitely all one hundred percent verifiable and it can B easily proved and WILL B SOMEDAY, according 2 SIR SWAP, in a court of law by mathematical experts who can demonstrate it with their degrees and authority in the guise of also being court acceptable legal witnesses since they have the 'sheepskin paperwork' as was the ole' 1960's expression 4 a good college degree. I can get up in court and show this stuff no matter how powerful it is in truth, and B thrown off the witness stand, but not a certified and degreed statistical mathematician, such as my wonderful friend & associate from back in the 1990's, at the U of P world famous Ivy-League College at 34^th Street in Philadelphia. He or she will B able 2 not only prove my stuff from 1986 is all absolutely real and thus what happened 2 me in 1986 that seemingly has started this entire nightmare hellishness 4 me with these ATLANTIC CITY MAFIA CASINOS, and their evil wicked demonic pals; but also include the most powerful truth of it all; that indeed, using this parallel event system, actually does another powerhouse thing. It proves that the Mountainpen is anything BUTTTTTT a goddamn CRACKPOT NUTCASE. It proves it because it displays the undeniable reality that this special-education weirdo person, Mark Wayne M.H. Mohr, was able 2 do something that the greatest known human world mind claimed COULD NOT B DONE, the mighty Professor Albert Einstein, who claimed that nobody is able 2 consistently win at the game of Roulette unless they cheat when the croupier turns his head. A croupier is a DEALER, the word is merely the European Continent word 4 an American casino gaming DEALER, and I wouldn't want 2B the one who tried that, not in the modern world. We all have seen that wonderful but a wee bit 2 violent 4 the Mountainpen's tastes, Hollywood movie from early this millennium called, “CASINO” with Dinero and lovely Mizz Stone. WOW THAT Mister MACY-34-7-12. Good old DICE NUMBERS, yes sir, they even explain stuff like ROUTE 561 in New Jersey, do they naught, U evil witch; both evil Jersey witches that is, both named PAULA? Yes FBI, and yes oh damn world; this is a very simple parallel event reality or truth, when I am up or when I am down, it effects 3 other things, and this nightmare GAME has been played with me now since 1986 and they wiped out my entire life and won't stop unless they R STOPPED BY U, GREAT FBI. The only 2 possible ways that this WILL EVER GET STOPPED, is my PHYSICAL DEATH AND EVENTUAL CAUSED MURDER ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, or else THEIR BEING STOPPED BY THE GREAT WONDERFUL FBI. This is Y-I continually re-post this following item and will until one of those 2 things do go onto fucking happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

All of these things tie together, Roulette & my Music!

Those Jersey casinos screwed with me, using MUSIC!

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

PAu002506106

2000

PLEASE HELP ME FBI, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, MY BLOOD AND MURDER IS ON YOUR CONSCIENCE AND IS ENTIRELY YOUR RESPONSIBILTY.

Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

PAu002506106

2000

END TRANSMISSION at 5:30 P.M. Sunday evening, April 23, 2023, major demonic 23 devil #'s.

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[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997

1:44 P.M. On Tuesday, 21 January, 2020

I have completely figured out how Jim Burr and Patty Hollister, all fit into my entire life, back in the late sixties, early seventies, and middle seventies; as well as why I had that wild spiritual time journey back to my high school in 1996, that concerned both the future year of 1997 as well as the past year of 1968 at my school before COOLEY HALL, called the HTHS (Haddon Township High School), in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. I have also managed to mother fucking goddamn ass put together an extremely gargantuan HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE groupation of dots from many other related things to these very aforementioned things. And then on top of 'thissssssssssssss', Mizz Erica snakes Kane of 'ALL ME' KIDS'; I have fallen under some nasty ass afternoon DEATH SIEGE on this fucking rotten TUESDAY, first with a major electrical shock on me' busted stove, given to me by these illegal & corrupt PHA peeps, then a disconnect when attempting to report this to the Housing authority of Fort fucking Pierce, and then a major nasty-ass outdoor car stereo assault, or to quote cool weirdo Sir Stucky on that marvelous fictional television show called “Law & Order, SVU”, “Bing-Bang Bong”!!!!!!!!! And still and all, this entire deal is nothing new whatsoever, and there is no shock value to anything, especially in fucking cunt lieu of the fact that I WAS AWAKENED AT ABOUT QUARTER OF SIX thissssssssssssss MOUUUUUUUURNING to a nasty ass dick licking roach crawling on my arm, while I was attempting to sleep in thissssssssssssss LEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY PAID FOR APARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when shit starts bad, IT FUCKING CUNT GOES BAD! I've known that fact for nearly half of a cunt chewing century of time now, in my present life-persona, as Mark Wayne Mohr!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sir Coral Anderton, in the other original post Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior of Camden County, New Jersey, USAESMWG, television show, “LAW & ORDER”, said it all, and he may as well have said it directly to, and ONLY TO, MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! “When it starts, it starts, it never stops”! This has become an absolute fucking second nature deal with me, a true Marcucci-Happening of the first degree, and I speak of blending and meshing this all together with the GONN. Yessir folks, the great 1969 first had the cool dude named Grant O'Neil, and then following that by half a year give or take, came the MIGHTY-MARCUCCI, and ALL great trains and train tunnels, on BOTH SIDES OF BUNKERQUEENS POND, huh Your Majesty, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo????????????????? So when we are operating within the acceptable ranges of the Grant O'Neil Norms or the (GONN) for a shortened abbreviation; we can quote the also mighty and also Latengrate Sir David Charles Roth of America and say things such as, “Ain't life grand and swift”, or “Because we've got fucking enemies and these fucking enemies have power and WE DON'T”, or we can just simply quote his marvelous other words of post-MARCUCCI-WISDOM, “It's not rocket science old pal; the reason we go through hell with these pricks is because they're all jerk offs, and they're simply out-breeding us”!!!!!!! A child knows why I fell under this shituation assault this afternoon. It is all about the ICPE-APE-TECH, and TRUMP, and his mother fucking IMPEACHMENT PROCEEDINGS IN PRICK BITCHBONNEL'S SENATE UP THERE ON CRAPPY-2-HELL, WASH YOUR HANDS, WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So as Sir Chester-Frank would put it so beyond fucking eloquently back in 1999 somewhere up there in good old NO JOYSEY; “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!

'Once upon a time', and without any magical kingdoms, fairytale's Pointer Sisters, friends of lovely P.H., songs playing on sir Steve's radio in Philly-Pennsy, or anything else ranging from Disney's Mister Mike Crichton to Halloweentown and Mayor CALLIO-BOTBAR; I talked about the 605 Construction Company, and now, well; at least the damn company seems to have relocated as per the photo paste-in (CAP-JOB) above. I do not know where this is, and frankly; all money joking, or tunes about long flowing rivers, or any other magic Carey's Lamp mushrooms or any other nonsensical television joking all aside here peeps; “Frankly, I don't really care”. Also to further this a bit even more; may I also add in heredahelda and here, and taking some liberties while doing so, but give me those or give me death, Sir Patrick Henry and any other Public Housing initialed “WILD PEOPLE” of the Earth Planet; the great Rett Butler could chime in as the original author to all of this PHASE-4 stuff, right sir Clark, of the Coded General orders of a fantastic machine known as Magnesonic or maybe known to some other folks as “witchcraft on steroids”. Still, Aunt Ruth, I rarely do joke about things that I do not have, and for that matter, that JULIA WHITE seems to be in total control of and over. Still, from fire-boats, to mailboats, to Sarah Karge and many great songs, written by totally whacked out teenagers. I mean, hey Margie Leo; cut me a fucking break heredahelda and here, willya girl from 1985 at the 113 Caldor Department Store? THANK-UUUUUUUUU!!!

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10:47 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SUNDAY MORNING

19 JANUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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Mark Wayne Mohr 2006-2020

Hey there Mister 'Mayor Callio' of Dogtown-Halloweentown on the ASTRAL PLANE, and yes, Mister wonderful Michael Crichton too, yo yo yo, and HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of Harassment, part. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

*Callio Callio Callio Callio Callio Callio*

MIZZ SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JANE SHIT FONDA, JUST GOT ME AGAIN, WITH HER DAMN ROTTEN ATLANTA BRAVES BASEBALL ASSAULT 'CONTINUED', FROM THE MIDDLE-LATE SPRING TIME, IN THE YEAR OF 1993. ALLOW ME NOW TO CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE, OR (COMPENSATE) WITH ME' LOVELY FIVE-GROUPATION NUMBERS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hey, the old saying is all there to prove belatedly to this mother fucking doubtful Missourian-doubting THOMAS world, that indeed, “WHEN IT RAINS, IT FUCKING ASS POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURS; ME'

DAMN BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

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

VIVA MORIANITY!”

OH WONDERFUL HILARY CLINTON; I KNOW WHAT I HEARD IN THAT 2016 RALLEY THAT YOU HADdonfield HAD!

Not that many people have my name, so tell DQ-Katy I am sorry about 1997, and please not to beat me up, OKAY?????????

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, JANUARY 19, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 4:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

THE GODS GASME GAMES:

I HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND CUTTING AND PASTING IN SOLAR SYSTEMS, OR CREATING ALL SORTS OF NASTY ASS SHIT, ESPECIALLY WITH POOR PITIFUL FRAIL AND ELDERLY WHITTLE ME, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, what truly happens in cyberspace when we cut and paste and copy and highlight stuff and send it marching along to a whole other place in this magical kingdom called CYBERSPACE? Telling our kids that there is no magic is morally wrong, since we are all here because of the worlds of the SUBATOMIC, and there is nothing more magical than this, at least by our extremely limited frame of reference anyway!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder of Elm, NJUSAESMWG, would put it very fucking eloquently right about now, with his also famous quotation, “AND THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON”!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!! Lovely lovely lovely Mizz Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard, like WOW. I so wanted you to sing my “BURN WITH FIRE” SONG!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Secrets wiped out the Huntington family and THEY STILL ARE WIPING OUT THIS GREAT CLAN, DESCENDED DIRECTLY FROM THE WOMB OF LOVELY QUEEN MARY, & ME' 22^nd GRANNY, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! And so I refuse to be a party to this, and the entire MILITUFORCE can go and suck me' mother fucking hard throbbing prick if they so choose, but I ain't gonna' be a changin' me' fuckin' mind any time soooooooooooooon, Sir Arthur Crane, of Thompson Consumer electronics; and I have told the planet THE TRUTH ABOUT ELECTRONICS AND THEIR WORLD OF THE CRYSTALS, or the Astral-Plane truths manifested here on this mortal plane of so called illusion-LIFE!!!!!!!!!! Simply put, Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Labbers;

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“AND THAT'S JUST FUCKING REALITY”; MISTER DENNIS SNYDER. I AM POWERLESS TO STOP THE GREAT COVERT-FASCITAR CREW, SO LAUGH AT ME ALL YOU WANT TO, OLD PAL FROM FOOLEY-COOLEY, SIR RUSSEL THAXTON. PLEASE, NO MORE HADDON AVENUE MEAN COMMENTS NOW!

Yes lovely 'DAWN-NIGHTMARE-WOMAN'; “BRING IT ON” THREE TIMES OVER:

ARE YOU GAINING SOME WEIGHT HERE GIRL???

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The night before last, I had a wild hyperspace interaction (dream) as mortals call it, where again, I am back at Jenny Plageman's #10 trailer in Mullica Township, NO JOYSEY, USAESMWG; and the security officer and huge boxer fan, Mister HALL from where I created the words “HALLS FAWCES” from 1990; was all part of the experience, along with a friend of both his and mine, who over here in my waking world, I don't know from Adams Animals, but me' double or “doppelganger” seemed to know him very well. We all had planned to buy a place to both live as well as run some small business out of, and then they both screwed me and left me out of it and I was all screwed up with those same gang peeps from that other wild recent DREAM with Jenny Stone, AKA Hewitt over here in this universe of awake-life. Last night, I was back again for just a short burst and then instantly found me'self with some wild nut job professional gambler, and we had just arrived in Atlantic City in his vehicle, and he was showing me the most incredible way to kick the shit out of the gaming houses that I ever saw,, and it worked and it DOES WORK, and he calls himself, over there, “Callahan's Hands” and the title of his book is similar to his legendary nickname as printed above, but I will not reveal any more right now on this particular bwog, Sir Elmer Fwudddddd, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a whole lot to tell including how this goes onto fit into my 1986 professional gaming here in this universe where I presently am typing on this keyboard and doing this blog. Yes Ronnie Reagan, I only wish I could be like you, AND NAUT BE SCARED SHITLESS OF BEING IN FUCKING GODDAMN DOGTOWN!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

'Satan Came To Me In A Horrible Nightmare'

9:44 A.M. On Sunday, 19 January, 2020

This dream happened to me yesterday, and not today; but I am having MAJOR CUM-PUKE-HER ISSUES, with this mother fucking shit with WINDOWS 7 verses WINDOWS 10. I was able to get up and running today, but will be taking my PC to a local repair shop to see how my files might be transferred into another system with WINDOWS-10 installed. It shouldn't be too expensive since they specialize in used stuff, and I know that WINDOWS-10 has been around for a while so it will be available on some kind of a used system and they sell them there. Being poor is so much mother fucking fun. 'WO', huh Billy Harner, oh wait, you stole my moms hidden 'clothes money', so who needs to think about your WO'ing from 2000? The recent computer woes (WO's B.H.) started with major hacks and malfunctions that were worse than ever, and then when I went to use the system to put up my previous blog, I got that message regarding the WINDOWS shit. This is obviously what those phone scammer criminals were using to bilk people out of money when they called last year in 2019 and said that we would need a new licensing key. The Staples Office Store told me it was a scam, but they did not tell me that something was going to happen that would interfere with my otherwise normal operations of this machine. When I tried to go up on the machine it froze the past several times and I just let it do whatever it did and then shut it down, but today, I manually shut it off when the system would not start, and this made a wild error screen activate that somehow eventually went onto repair the shit and allowed the computer to start. But I won't be happy until I now boot off and restart again, to see if things are at least SOMEWHAT back to Grant O'Neil “NORMAL”, as he said so often back in the spring-time of the year 1969, huh lovely Misses Marola? Okay I paused for my bathroom SSS break (shit-shower-shave), and all if operating within the acceptable ranges of the Grant O'Neil Norms (GONN) for a shortened abbreviation. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!

In this wild dreaming interaction (WDI) for another shortened abbreviation; SATAN came to me as a dude about thirty to thirty five years of age with black hair and maybe around four inches or so shy of two meters in height and average medium build, wearing every day clothes, not a business suit, and he was beyond mean and horrible to me. I was with a group of peeps who were asking me questions about my blog, and I seemingly was being interviewed by some type of occult media reporters for some magazine or some similar thing; and all of a sudden SATAN jumped up out of the blue and identified himself and began saying horrible things to me. When I asked him why he was doing all of this to me all my life, he had some really terrible wild answers for me that humanly made as much sense in my now waking world translated ability, as would a rabbit on roller skates intelligently discussing quantum theory. Still, the experience was beyond a literal nightmare and it of course felt more real to me than anything I ever experienced here while 'awake'. I just froze up twice when my WEATHER BUG APP that was hacked years ago and still is, attempted to load up and appear onto my screen, while simultaneously I was trying to save this document as I do every two or three sentences now since those power interruptions. I gave up playing with those brick battery saver things as they got totally hacked and it is better to just keep saving and losing no more than forty or fifty words that I can easily go back and reconstruct when needed.

I will now DATE the words shown on the STATS PAGE to correspond to the terms printed, 'page-views today' verses 'page-views yesterday'.

Pageviews today, January 6

171

Pageviews yesterday, January 5

335

Pageviews today, January 7

Pageviews yesterday, January 6

103

So why then do I have a showing of only 103 views when the same STATS show that I had 171 views??? This is all a part of why I claim “unfair internet and business practices! YYY, did I say? Well, the GASME-GODS-GAMES, what the Dogtown else for crying out fucking cunt loud yo yo yo yo yo yo, and It only gets whackier up in 2023, ole' Mister MTPN!!!!!!!!!

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10:47 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SUNDAY MORNING

19 JANUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

© The BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

Mark Wayne Mohr 2006-2020

Hey there Mister 'Mayor Callio' of Dogtown-Halloweentown on the ASTRAL PLANE, and yes, Mister wonderful Michael Crichton too, yo yo yo, and HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hey, not to get T.S. or lovely 'other HARRAH' reality/casino deals such as 'QUEEN KATE' from 1997, too wet and excited here, BUTTTTTTTTT YO; what can JAYJAY 'other' EVANS and I say right about now, yo; as there ain't no mother fucking way that GOOD TIMES has anything to do with my life!!!!!!!!

MY DAMN BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, AS SHERIFF OF THIS COUNTY, KIND SIR, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA!!!

So to quote Sir Chester-Frank from one night in a Jersey bar, and yessir, a very Nathaniel KING Cole 'unforgettable' quotation old pal, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!

And no-sir Mister Orson Wells, most definitely NAUT lovely 'blondie' WEENA!

I was coming out of the ocean, and before I got to where my beach towel was positioned, Patty Hollister, as young and beautiful as she would have been back in the late sixties, approached me; and we began talking, or me' doppelganger from that reality, began talking to heredahelda and to HER, Mike Soft, yo!!!!!!!!!! When I discussed this on an earlier blog, I stayed on the relevant topic of being grilled by a lot of people on the Atlantic City beaches about my knowledge of Velocitronics. Only by way of the (VIA) extremely magical ass 'Fascitar', would I know anything other than what was written in a great article in the late eighties somewhere in the world famous “Scientific American Magazine”, and they never used that terminology when describing the creation of virtually endlessly fast rotating objects, nor did they discuss accomplishing this by shutting down one half of the bipolar atomic system or one of the two polarities of the electromagnetic forces. My usage of the Fascitar was all preplanned by lovely Patty, and I know that as surely as I know that John Lennon was really somehow double bubble interconnected transdimensionally with my wonderful 1969 educator, Mister Marcucci, at the illustrious Haddonfield, New Jersey, COOLEY HALL, on Kings Highway, and yes Mister Microsoft, Halloweentown would be EXTREMELY apropos here, yo BREEE! So WO again, Sir Billy Sally Saying Something HARNER, holmes. WOW Joanna!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

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

VIVA MORIANITY!”

OH WONDERFUL HILARY CLINTON, I KNOW WHAT I HEARD IN THAT 2016 RALLEY THAT YOU HADdonfield HAD!

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:

MONDAY, JANUARY 19, 2020

CURRENT PHASE IS:

WANING CRESCENT 2:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

THE GODS GASME GAMES:

I HAVE TOLD HOW THESE FUCKING GODS ARE PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH ME, AND IT GOES FAR BEYOND ROACHES AND RATS EVERYWHERE. IT IS ALSO HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT, AND ENDLESS GAMES THAT SEEM TO ME TO BE TOTALLY ASS SILLY, BUT OBVIOUSLY ARE ANYTHING MOTHER FUCKING BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT SILLY TO THESE SICKIO WACK JOB FUCKING TURD HUFFING GODS OF THE PURGATORY. I SPEAK OF ANOTHER 'MIND HACK', OR CALENDAR HACK, OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS CAUSING THIS SHIT WITH THE LUNAR PHASES. SOMEONE IS EITHER CHANGING CALENDARS ON MY WALL, OR SOMEHOW DIRECTLY HACKING MY MOTHER FUCKING MIND ITSELF; AND NEITHER OF THESE TWO GODDAMN FUCKING THINGS IS TOO DIFFICULT FOR THESE DISEASED ASTRAL PLANE GODS TO ACCOMPLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!

The 'Doctor WHO' phone booth, verses my song in my late teens, has lyrics going, “I'm in a telephone booth, I'm sitting here and waiting fr'it to ring. I'm in a telephone booth, there's nothing here for me to do but sing”. Then the lyrics went onto discuss DOGTOWN, and that I was going through it because the one whom I loved was not calling me. This all reminds me of a lady who I spoke to, also on a telephone, back in the very end of the nineteen-seventies when I was maybe seven or so years older, from the New Jersey DMV in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG. I told her how I was the slowest driver on the highway when I got that ticket for doing 80 in a 55, and they were pulling my license for six months, as the points given to me from that traffic offense, would add onto those already on my license; putting me over the maximum 12 points allowed before a license suspension. She refused to believe my true story. You may think this is silliness on its face, only I know, AS DOES THAT TOTAL mother fucking prick in my nightmare two nights back; that it is anything BUTtercheese BUTTTTTTTTT, and but nonsense!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is beyond powerful, only those around me are just too plain ass stupid to understand the meaning that leads up to all of this culture of today's time and world. Things are only AS REAL as they can be MADE TO APPEAR as being, and reality is extremely LOOSE AND FLUID and controllable, once a person knows how to do it, and has the POWER AND MONEY to do it, such as President number 45, Mister Donald John Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, they got me on their muzak system, when I was getting that paper billing error straightened out at my Toronto Dominion Bank a while back, huh Sir Tony BonJovi? My best to your CUZZ, although I DO HATE THAT STUPID ASS SONG, and I'll make no bones about that!!!!!There is a whole lot more meaning behind the magical OZ-CURTAINS of that LOIS-FOCA-SONG from 1980 at ROBIN HILL, than just love being for carpenters, and my being somehow mind controlled and manipulated into turning it into a song of prophetic wisdom about the near future that I witnessed during that ARCO ATCO HYPERSPACE INTERACTION, huh Mister James Tiberius Burr, of GLOUCESTER CITY, NJUSAESMWG?????????????????? WOW again, huh JOANN and JOANNA, hooker and or coworker, OR BOTH?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told Jim Burr about that wild OTHER DREAM I had at 1802 Robin Hill apartments regarding finding myself in Atlantic City and on Tennessee Avenue, and how I was in some future time and that there was an ARCO GASOLINE STATION there, and he laughed and told me that there never will be one there, and that the street there will be just as it is right now in half a century. LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH huh? The balconies of the Trinidad Trinity HOTEL all gone after I told how Paula held me and dangled me off the balcony of the room that my mom and I were staying in there that summer day in the damn ass sixties, and how the Mayflower Hotel came tumbling down, after the demolition contractors imploded it with dynamite charges in 1983. Gimme a break, or at least “cut me one”, lovely Mizz Margie Leo, willya'? Okay John Happy-J. King, so no ARCO station is there, but in that parallel world, THERE WAS ONE; but that was not the mother fucking hyperspace equation behind why my spirit traveled over to that particular parallel universe to witness this. This all occurred because in the middle late nineties a decade and a half later, my spirit that is not imprisoned by a time dimension, already knew about wonderful SARAH CALLIO, HA-HA-HA-HA. The spirit part of me in 1980 was letting me know that SARAH CALLIO was, or her friends such as McGuire and King were, screwing around with me, and the word 'ARCO' is unmissable, when we take this into fucking cunt account BRO! SAR as in AR, CALLIO as in AR-CO. This is all how TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS and HYPERSPACE EQUATION operates for fucking Crissake.

A lot of fucking nasty JET AIRCRAFT FUEL DUMPING IS SURROUNDING MY FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA AREA TODAY, AKA (CHEMTRIALING) yo yo yo yo yo yo, so far my health is holding, but later on,I may NAUT be so fortunate, Mizz AT&T BLAKE of the 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES ALL LAST NIGHT HAPPENED TO ME, WHERE I WAS BACK IN MULLICA, NJUSAESMWG, AND BACK AT JENNY'S HORRENDOUS #10 TRAILER; AND I WAS HAVING MONSTROUS THINGS HAPPENING TO ME! ONE OF THEM WAS THAT ALL OF THE SHIT IN MY TRAILER HAD BEEN STOLEN, AND I WAS THINKING HOW 'I AM NOW IN THE SAME DAMN BOAT WITH THE BOOB-NABE NEXT TO ME IN THE TRAILER TO THE SOUTH OF MINE, BY THE NAME OF RICH, ONLY NAME OR NO NAME, HE WAS NAUT RICH, AND IN FACT LIKE ME, WAS EXTREMELY DAMN POOR'; SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS, SIR. PLEASE FIND A WAY TO USE MY MAGICAL INFORMATION, TO GET INTO THE 1600 'PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE' 'JOINT; IN 'WASH YOUR HANDS WASHINGTON', 13-600; OH WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITHOUT YOU, THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS GONNA' BE FREAKING LOST, YO!!!!!!!!!!

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I went out to my pharmacy to purchase some Mountain Dew 12-Pack ON-SALE sodas as well as a few 'Cadbury' 'Caramello' Bars. I had to just add those two words in italics, to my Mike-Soft Hellwrecker (Spellchecker) dictionary, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE huh Sir Chester-Frank, who most definitely knows who the hell he is, placing him way ahead of most of the rest of us poor mere 'DAMN' ass mortals, huh Senator Sanders? I also went to my local branch-store Toronto Dominion Bank, AKA its abbreviated name, TD-BANK, to check on some balances. Aniwho folks, lots of LOUD CAR STEREOS WERE BLASTING ALL OVER AND AROUND ME, in an absolutely non-coincidental fashion. Then when I drove back home to my non Patricia Hollister (PH) Building here at 7^th Street and Avenue B, a tall African-American (AA) man, about six feet one or two and medium build and age approximately in his thirties, approached me and said, “Give me your bag”. I was holding my 'Publix-Bag', as they sell these bags for a dollar, and where I had placed my candy and also a couple cans of Progressive Soup, and I also keep my emergency phone for any automobile breakdowns in that bag as well, along with my water bottle and the mail that I had also just retrieved on my way out from the Building-Community-Room. I ignored the dude and managed to safely get into the building with my magnetic pass key, SHERIFF MASCARA, but I am still shaky and upset by this rotten gangster assault, and potentially very bad shituation. When I told the SO-CALLED 'CRIME-STOPPER' SECURITY MAN AT THE DESK, here at this non-Patty-Hollister building, what had just happened to me; he just ignores me, and won't do a damn thing, Senator Sanders. When I first moved here, this place had two things that once I got here, slowly were no longer available to me as a resident, and an endlessly ON-TIME-RENT-PAYER HERE FOR GOING ON NINE FUCKING YEARS NOW, COME EARLY 2020 SPRING TIME. One of those two things were video camera surveillance, and the other thing were those great annual POLICE LED INTERVIEWING OF TENANTS, where these fine officers would ask us if we were having any problems with either GANGS, (ol' buddy Sticks Larken), of that marvelous TV-show called “LIVE-PD”, or any other bad-guy related CRIME PROBLEMS. Now, there is no more camera surveillance, and no more annual police interviews. The hell with poor little me, let me get mugged or eventually killed, HUH WONDERFUL SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF FLORIDA'S 'HA-HA-HA' GREAT AND WONDERFUL SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, IN THE MIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thank the gods for a little bit of logical thinking in this ocean of puke called the Earth Planet. I haven't even opened the door up one percent on transdimensional hyperspace, STM, memory of both machine mind and biological mind, and zillions of other things. I will say this much right now. I knew that joining the Haddonwood Health Club, back on 21 June, in 1994, as well as that powerful 'dreaming-interaction', shortly thereafter causing a major military stalking presence, even on a major overcast day, while driving to the club that day in October; had as much significant weight as those two statements made by the great almighty SSJKK in the summertime of 1969, on 10-SC Avenue, Atlantic City, NJ-USA. But a statement made by a lady named Paula Uwich, a couple years after this; I see now in perfect clearly reflected hindsight, was a million times more powerful, yet I can only paraphrase it and cannot quote it. She told me I would remember meeting her and having her help me find Sarah, for the rest of forever. She was god dam fucking correct!

My asshole nabe ILLEGAL COUSINS are slamming in and out all day today, what an annoying crew of dick licking shits!!!!!!!!!!

Just as with those two major MILITUFORCE persecution times, presently and back in 1994 while residing at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of Williamstown; I know beyond a shadow of a fucking doubt that the dream-realms most certainly and definitely DO INTER-CONNECT. The precise correlation to them, is what hopefully, I someday will be globally recognized for, and perhaps even renown for, as my original concept and naming of the terminology, that in Morianity is called, HYPERSPACE EQUATION!

Inductatherm of New Jersey is owned by one of the great BILLIONAIRE WORLD OWNERS, AS ALL SUPER WEALTHY PEEPS ARE 'WO' AS CLASSIFIED IN THE MORIANITY BLOGS. But all rapped up in the dirty nasty secrets of zillions of hush-hush hushed up dogshit, is the day at Cifaloglio when SOMEONE OR SOMETHING absolutely wanted me to see a particular news section in a people oriented magazine. Then came a day when three Mexican ILLEGALS began screwing with me one night, humming loudly at my guardhouse, before Delmo Cifaloglio took it away from the security guards. I went out and asked them what they were doing, and one of them asked me the same question that Bob Camden Licorice Plant Halloween Gillerlain Schleigh asked me when he also heard something playing in my GUARD-STATION at the MAFCO-Parking lot one night back in 1980. Oh boy, they know I'm dead ass close to spilling some really Bernie Sanders “HUUUUUUUGE” BEANS NOW, as every possible mother fucking CUM-PUKE-HER HACK is being given to me, every single one listed a while back was just done to me, SHERIFF. We all know I am going to get to it all, and without any help from TONY-LOUDSPEAKERS, Mortino Fast Erase Systems, Copyrighted Queries, Scary yellow pieces of paper, or DEMOS getting in the way. It has to all be told, and goddamn it, despite any pain caused to family or others, IT WILL BE MOTHER FUCKING TOLD, YO YO YO YO YO, so Stay-C fucking tuned, great Blogaudians yo!!!!!! All fucking shit IN COSMOS IS CONNECTED, and even Albert Einstein knew it yet didn't understand it, calling it “Spooky Fawces”!

123---123---123---123---27-27-27-27!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT, is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now, and soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this shit works, and I should. It has been going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PROOF OF MY 5,000 POINT DOW JONES UPWARD MOVE PREDICTION IN 2015 THAT CAME TOTALLY TRUE, YO:

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IF TRUMP'S SPACEFORCE/MILITUFORCE FAILS, AND I EVER HAVE ANY HOPE OF VINDICATION; THIS WILL RESULT IN A REAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE, SINCE THIS ENTIRE THING IS A GIGANTIC FUCKING PARALLEL EVENT OF ME-UP, AND THE EVIL EMPIRE-DOWN, AND ME-DOWN, AND THE EVIL EMPIRE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!! LAUGH ALL YOU WANT TO ANYONE OUT HERE, BUT THE MOTHER FUCKING CASINO WORLD AIN'T LAUGHING FOR A SECOND. THIS IS WHY THE STOCK MARKET SHOT UP ON MONDAY THIS WEEK, AFTER A MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME ON SUNDAY, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. EVERY TIME THEY FUCK WITH ME BIG TIME ON A SUNDAY, THE MARKET SHOOTS WAY UP THE FOLLOWING WEEK, AND IT BEGINS ON THE FIRST OPENING MOTHER FUCKING DAY! THEY WOULD HAVE SCORED MUCH HIGHER IF NAUT FOR MY TELLING ALL THE SECRETS RECENTLY IMPARTED, AND ON THIS BLOG, A LOT MORE SHIT IS GONNA' GET FUCKING TOLD ALSO, KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS NASTY DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT since July first in 2019, WITH MAJOR UTILITY SIEGE, MAJOR OFF THE SCALE COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY POOR FRAIL ELDERLY BODY, MAJOR BUILDING AND NEIGHBORHOOD ENEMIES, IN AN ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT FROM DONALD TRUMP; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!

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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“Okay” Sir Latengrate John Atlantic City King your HIGHNESS; and 'daut-Paula' who has perhaps been taken over and MC'd, by some hyperspace DOPPELGANGER 'other' non-Harrah Casino 'version of her'; my proofs need naut always get into really complicated bullshit with virtually endless algebraic equations and interrelated geometric formulas, all stretching off their large collegian blackboards; and here is a 'WEELWEE FANTASTIC EXAMPLE' of just how 'simple' both that Colorado Resident, and Latengrate Organizational Big Brother, Mister John Henningsen, and I; and no Mike Soft, NAUT android0.9; but how John and I can be, both heredahelda and BE HERE! Just simply examine the facts on this little STATS PAGE. To prove how either I am being intentionally screwed with continually by the POWER STRUCTURE OWNERS OF THE INTERNETExplorer0.6 AND THE INTERNET, just look at the facts. How can I have only 103 page-views on my blog as shown on this date of 7 January for YESTERDAY'S display, and then we examine YESTERDAY'S display as the current day but use the STATS SHOWN BACK YESTERDAY, January 6? It does not compute. If this is not intentional jiving, then what is it all about? Is it all a part of the great surreal GASME GODS GAMES, or is the mighty GOOGLE just a big flawed thirty dollar fly by night computer mom and pop company? Well, we all know that's not true, don't we, yo? So fine, then one of you fucking geniuses tell me just WHAT THE DOGTOWN IS GOING ON HERE, how about it? Just to make it easy, I will display this back to back for simple and easy viewing. So if someone ever wishes to comment and provide me with a logical rational reason for this obvious SCREW UP, then go right ahead, yo! It's all right here!!!

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“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

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(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
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I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

JEWELLY WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR, DAY 0002, 5:21 P.

HOW DID THE MAYAN'S KNOW ABOUT MORIANITY, AND ITS FINAL DAY, SO LONG AGO? This will be explored later on.

CHEMTRAIL ATTACK has been very bad for a while now, causing lots of illness for me. They can hurt me anytime they want, this evil empire or WOMO-MILITUFORCE, and they know that they will get scott free away with it.

It is back on a roll again. I do not know when a lot of things really all started, as much of it became all intertwined with itself over a 25-45 year long period. 1983 was when they tried to off me with the mysterious glandular condition that I'll suffer with for the rest of my life, and I know well, that I'm not the only one in America, who is suffering with undiagnosed and totally unknown mysterious illnesses, sometimes referred to by the medical professionals, as idiopathic conditions. But if the chemtrails and the illnesses that result was all that was so totally outlandish and mysterious and unexplainable; that would in and of itself, be quite bad enough, but wait folks, oh no, there's a whole lot more stuff that is every bit as horrible and totally unknown, with no explanation even being close to the horizon of our collective understanding. Let's talk about it. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE went to painstaking and agonizing trouble for 8-10 months give or take, to do everything that it took; in order to prevent me from being able to post up the old song, that was remade from 1983; with the new 2012 song lyrics, onto the Youtube, called; “You'll Be Crossing Over”, onto my paulaking2011 channel. I tried for nearly a year, and it was not seemingly a possible feat for me to accomplish, something ten to twelve year old's think of as no more difficult a thing to do than getting on or off of their dam school buses each day, right Sat Sam Trinidad Wide-turn. The video-link even though nobody cares about ever going and hearing the song is as follows:

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU "You'll Be Crossing Over"

So let us get into the topic of second mystery, and there are dozens, just pertaining to this one lousy rotten little techno-pop redone song from nearly 30 years ago now. Before I do get into this a little bit, all day chemtrails were there this week and weekend for the most part, stuffing up my fucking nose, causing throat irritation and inability to clear the throat completely, and general overall wheeziness and weakness.

My engineer, Ryan, will have this stuff down and off of the public arena forever by middle January when he gets his new movie project completed, so if you don't ever want to see how I took an old telephone conversation, and made a beautiful musical harmony track from it, electronically, then be that way, don't click and don't listen, go on missing things that are so wild and unexplainable, that it makes any ideas about ET, or ghosts popping into houses, and haunting them; pale in comparison, just as would a candle flame, five inches off of the surface of the sun. Still, the point of major mystery is as follows: If this evil force, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE all ready knew that I would be wasting my time since they can use so many numerous methods of stifling me and my ability to get any viewers whatsoever onto any of my Youtube postings, then why give me all that hassle that was preventing me from posting the stuff up there, in the first place? This is more of a paradox and irony than the famous 'time traveler shooting his own grandfather back in time' paradox, and you all know I speak the truth, whether you wish to deny it or not. That remains of course, always, your right to do, absurd as it may be. It is like denying that your four children are all dead from a horrible automobile accident. Hay it happened, get over it, YO, life goes on, Jack and Diane.

Here are some other mind twisting absurdities that seem to make up the forces that I deal with my entire life, built into them, intrinsically perhaps, I doubt it is any type of learned behavior, or even cult-programmed. Before getting specific, such as with this one example I've just listed, and the most recent struggle I've had, with the evil WOMO or (WORLD OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR), AS THE 'M' STANDS FOR THE 'MILITUFORCE', AND THE 'O' STANDS FOR OTAMM; this is a continuous pattern, of their very bizarre behavior with me, over nearly 30 years of my dealings with this group of pure unholy twisted diseased combination of any and all possible waste products, imaginable. They act like they must stop me, yet all the while, they all ready know that if I do somehow do what I am trying to do; it won't matter anyway. Real Star Trek fans know what I mean, when I now compare this with the episode of the Crystalline Entity from the original show done after the movie, that went onto lead to the pilot series episode, changing its name from the original movie title, “THE CAGE”, to “THE MANAGERIE, PART ONE AND PART TWO”, with Captain Christopher Pike, the real captain before James T. Kirk. The team member who beamed down with the landing party to investigate, along with Captain Kirk and others, froze for a couple of seconds before firing a weapon at this entity, and later, it was absolutely determined that whether he had frozen or not, it would have made no difference at all to the resulting outcome, because this entity was able to dual exist 4^th dimensionally, making it impervious to their fazer weaponry attack. In other words folks, it would never have mattered that I could not have posted this song, as 'THEY' just now use their other tools of MIND CONTROL AND THE ETTOS, or their (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). This is fully discussed in my 1994 book, written and copyrighted by me, in that year, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. Yes, this WOMO is indeed all powerful. They can stop me one way, or if I seemingly beat them at some little turn here or there, they merely pop up ahead of me on the new road, and they have that new road, and any other branches of it; already blocked off, with two trillion new cosmic sheriffs. Hell, even fucking Mizz Boniva Sally Fields and her fiery smokey bandit, wouldn't have a chance; so how am I ever supposed to? Tell me, go ahead. Yes they are cute and love their endless games of distraction, as just now while talking about crossroads of a sort, out of the blue, and for no discernable reason; the youtube video-link to the crossing-over song, popped right into the middle of that sentence. Oh W-----O-----W does this all impress me like a ton and a half of loose goose gross.

The Crime Stoppers people need to be informed, that James son, is illegally back here again. He came in this morning, hollering outside in the hallway, between their apartment and mine, like a dam ass maniac; and then he slammed out around 5:30 this morning. He is barred from coming here, and they all will be jailed when I sneak a surveillance bug someplace, snap a photo; and send it to the Crime Stoppers.

No, just because all of Morianity is over, MAYANS, my recording my life as a LIVE JOURNAL, WILL ONLY TERMINATE, WHEN ARNIE COMES BAHCK AND HAS THE BALLS TO TCOB. Until then, I will go on telling everything that is going on, it is only 'SAFE JOURNAL' that is now over; and all of this is a safe journal, hopefully anyway. Remember peeps, two words that should dispel any doubt whatsoever, you may have, that you truly have an ounce of real freedom in this new weird odor G-20 system of theirs; and those two words are, and always will be; Eminent Domain. Translation, we own it all, and you, you just rent and hope we continue extending our great high benevolence upon you, as if we should ever choose to stop; we will make it illegal for you to take another breath, and then you're totally screwed.

There are some really cool things I have heard lately on television. One is the newly made aired on the HISTORY TWO CHANNEL (H-2), with the so-called MAYAN-GEORGIA connection, and this supposedly goes down further south into Florida around the Okeechobee Lake where to this day, a large Spanish settlement is the dominant group of residents surrounding this lake area which is very large. I have a new respect for these MAYANS, as they seemed to know about me and MORIANITY, and they very accurately predicted stuff about ME, not the rest of the world; when it comes to ENDINGS. It was not the WORLD that ended back on JWSC-DAY-0, or 12-21-12, right? But it was MORIANITY that ENDED on that exact date, and believe what you want good and bad folks out here, I in no way planned any of this, and none of my blogs, and my life; is a plan or long type of a calculated advance series of moves master chess game, upped one level to REAL LIFE; which still is only a game of the gods, but who seems to care about any ODF the really powerful teachings of the Mountainpen, aniwho? HACKER CRACKER SCUM, I SAID OF, NOT ODF, DIRT BALLS, and wow your Moms were great in bed last night, yummy and so tight; and a real MILFER'S DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So folks, whoever you are, and I no longer care; if you all ready knew that you were planning to beat me up outside school, and we were all ten years old again, why would you then send another group of bullies under your control and command, to try and stop me from getting to school? This can only prove that real motive does not exist at all, as far as what these enemies seemingly want or do not want for me in this life, but that only the thrill of the continuous wicked game that they force me to play with them, 24-7-365.2422, is the issue here, and nothing else whatsoever, and never was or will be. That is a powerful rap. Learning this as not head, but real true honest HEART knowledge, just today after waking up this afternoon from a quiet dreamless sleep; makes me really rethink a whole lot of stuff, and this one thing has come out of this afternoon of heavy meditation on all of this, so here it goes. Don't be standing, please, sit, and now read this. I don't need you to tell me you fell down from shock, and got a concussion, poor Hillary was enough, and I hope you are feeling better. You know now what it feels like to have your motives challenged when you know in your heart that you are a good and pure kind person, it really stinks, doesn't it, Misses Clinton. But moving on here, let me just get straight to it, without my building or laying any foundations, and wasting anyone's precious, and non-previous time; since altering the 'C' and the 'V' here, is just more of a waste, as we normal entities and non TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, have little to no control over previous time as do the T-3-E's. So without putting letters back where they do not belong, in 2012 or 1983, Dick Wolf, Donald Trump, and all you other nice lovelies of the EW (Entertainment World) AKA waking world or hyperspace equivalent, or doppelgangers of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE TECK BAY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, the point simply is that you would not, and nor would any normal gang of scum bag bullies anywhere. They would not make a plan to not let you get to school and bury you half naked in the ditch over on Shitcunt Street half way to school, and then simultaneously be waiting for you with another group of nasty ass toughs, at the school. Now some may argue that it is very strategic, you know, if plan A does not succeed, then this is merely a plan-B that is ready and waiting to kick in, which in the case of this example here, would be trying to stop the kid from ever getting to school, only he manages to overcome all obstacles, and get there; only to find that before he is half way through the school yard, more toughs are then set upon him to bust his nose and rearrange other feature facials, in a quicker, and not so painless way, as your plastic surgeon might do; and might need to do, after this day has all played out. This would equalize in my story with 2012 and my attempt at getting that stupid 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER' song posted up to the internet. You know ladies and gentlemen, this is not to show you that I am a good engineer, all though I have great ideas and used to have so many terrific inventions, only now the tables turned, the dice flipped over, lady luck that shined on my ability to do technological things in the eighties, is now resting in peace, next to the copyrighted Queen Of Blue, somewhere in the Madam Mary Richard Karpf Cemetery, of magical NSA-AT&T switchboard operators. No wonder I am crossing over, only I think it was my kid giving me instructions to get someplace a long time ago, still, I got there, my memories are fully erased about all of it, and on top of that and speaking of cemeteries, even the mighty humanitarian and philanthropist, James Earl Carter, was forced to agree with me a few years later from when this tune was first written, that indeed, I AM DEAD, Doctor Dyer, and none of your great stuff, or yours either, wonderful Misses Dolores Cannon, will matter in the tiniest little bit, not now, and not ever, not for me; as I am all ready dead and gone, and living in eternal hell; and unlike a lot of you, I at least am totally aware of my surroundings. I do in fact know exactly where I am. Can you make that claim with power and authority, and would you; either under court oath, or if your life, and the lives of your loved ones, ever totally depended on it? You see, I would, because I can, because, I DO KNOW! Hay I am for all of you, and I don't wish any bad on a soul. If everyone was satisfied and happy, I would only be too dam happy for you all. If you are happier, then you are less likely to want to take me down or hurt me or mess with me in any one of a thousand ways, each and every day, along life's many multiplexed roads, and not just I-95, Grant Avenue, Academy Road, or the Hyperspace Ambulance Washington Highway. Now there was real power in that one, right Mister Krassle? Well, I do need to move to the next level, and stop talking to myself, as after-all; it could lead to doing it in elevators, and then, it is a small walk from there, to the sike ward, and Deezy Slim, and breakdowns with other great musicians. Wow what a powwow jam that was.

My mother told a story that totally connects all of the words spoken back in MORIANITY. Since Jewelly White is allowed a second calendar, after-all the world is still here; then I am allowed my MORIANITY-2. This takes us deeper into the third millennium, just where we all need to be. So I will be starting this M-2, just as someday, I will have my own website that is 10 times better than the one I had before, and guess what; it will contain all of the top things available to cutting edge technology. You know, streaming live A/V, blogs, slide-shows, videos, still photos, music, links by the thousands, drawings of where exactly I exist on the Astral Plane, and my existence there, with this god of yours who I know as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. My mother's story will also be up there, but it will also be posted early into the opening blogs of MORIANITY-2. The name of the website that will not be owned by normal WOMO sources, will be MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2. If that is taken, then 3, if that is take then 4, since beggars cannot be choosers. So folks, it is dinner time, and time for me to now chase the lion back into his den. There is much more to be told.

Now as you may have guessed by this time good people; the GREAT WASHCLOTH CLAN (GWC) for abbreviation usage at future times; took all my journal tapes and video tapes and paperwork, and literally fucking tons and tons of ANTI-MILITUFORCE evidence forever away from me. I had to run out of that horrible house of pain and horrors on the night of December eleven of 2009 and take not much more than the clothes on my back, and it was all lost from me forever, all my personal stuff, photographs, website disc of the Morianity-foundation, all of my music, and the list goes on and on like the Quintessential Boohoo Club of America, (QBCA). But if I can find a way next time around the cycle, not to let myself get in with Ed Lynch and the King family above his apartment unit at judge Frank Raso's rooming-house on Central Avenue in Hammonton Berryville, New Jersey; I will not end up dying down here in Florida, in obscurity and invisibility, stealthfully ripped off and totally obliterated and destroyed by this fuckiGN family straight from the gates of hell; and then and only then, will I have the tapes of 1986, and will I be able to put the pieces of this 153-day ''dream-trip'' together, along with other unmentionable things, ranging from incest, to bottle crushes that might have doomed me to this hell just as much as any nocturnal bullshit ever could. Still between Chemtrail Russ, the Mark Chant, and bus driver Julia White, who's friend came to me along with a host of other strange folks in 2010 and into 2011, at a place called HARVEST at 25^th and Orange Avenue here in fort Pierce, Florida; followed also by David Hands Nonjefferson, Darius Deezy Slim Evans, General and President Ulysses Grant's descendant, Jessica, who fired me, early in March in 2012; and the effect that my '080808' blog had on Darius, Warren, Boo, and obviously 'MY' wonderful daut also; well; if I really do need to say a lot more here, Mister Strait; I may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even Perry Mason; “L&O”!

Diana (LIGHTNING) is all around me, and 4 some wild reason, and loving her as I do, I am not sure that I completely trust my lovely blond teen-queen right now, as where she fits into all of this goes beyond a mind dazzle, squared!

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