GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 7

Monday moUUUUUUUrning, on May 1, 2023

BOTBUR X 6 and 9:10-BOTBAR if it goes.

4:00 Ante' Meridian, beautifully moon lit and nice and cool in town, a welcome change but it supposed 2B another hot but dryer week.

The entire state of Florida is talking about the recent wild crazy fucking weather patterns, all except perhaps 4 my landlord and folks that I may have reason 2 mention any of this to, so then, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? (What else is new, same old same old, same shit on a different day), if all spelled out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know that this is not going 2 futhermucking quit, my death is upon me, Federal Communications Commission and Federal Bureau of Investigation, and American Civil Liberties Union, and others. I know it and I am quite fucking confident that U all k now this as well. The DEATH ANGEL is around me constantly and continuously, and now my amplifier has also recently been damaged that I use so that I can watch my ROKU-TV and DVD player system with headphones and not have barely audible sound that these new age cheapo fucking televisions give 2 us forcing us 2 use amps if we wish 2 listen with headphone sets. Beginning on Saturday when the other horrendous electronic goddamn assaults also started up even heavier 4 me, there is a loud bunch of fucking noise on the system, much louder than the program source making it completely unusable until this TOTALLY ILLEGAL GODDAMN INTERFERENCE EVENTUALLY STOPS, and usually not by itself. I need 2 turn the system on and off several times and wait it out, but B4-I purchase a new amp and waste even more lunt-capping money 2 try compensating 4 this endless DEATH ATTACK ON ME STARTING ON INFORMATION DAY OR 4-11 OF LAST MONTH IN APRIL, I need first try some trouble-shooting, as if I buy another amp and the problem is still there and caused by another wild SPACEFORCE ASSAULT methodology, then I am triple screwed, first wasting money 4 absolutely nothing, then still not solving this new problem, and finally, still being unable 2 have my entertainment. This appears 2B non-winnable, and completely unbeatable; just as exactly 8-YEARS AGO in the starting of the spring of 2015 when Donald Trump announced 2 the world that he would B running 4 the office of the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, and ever since that time until he won the election more than a year and a half later in early October of 2016, my life was one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE never ending death assault by his lunt-capping SPACEFORCE and their endless perpetration of their absolute fucking fave-tool 2B endlessly used on me, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT,
OR (ICPE-APE-TECH) 4 SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a chance that weather yesterday (Sunday) morning was responsible 4 an outage in my area and the weird major morning assault on my electronics systems, but I doubt it, as there have been just way 2 goddessdog many fucking things happening now ever since the PART-2 of this major assault began on early fucking ass Saturday morning on April 22^nd of this demonic hellfire year of endless dogshit!!!!! Also, when I drove over 2 mother fucking Port Saint Lucie, FLUSAESMWG on late Saturday morning with my cum-puke-her 2 the TECHY-JOINT, an old trick from my really horrendous and monstrous NEW JERSEY TIMES was done 2 me by the trustworthy rotten satanic SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES OF EARTHLY-DOGTOWN, just as I was coming up on the place maybe yet a quarter mile away and east of the store. There was ANOTHER STAGED CAR-CRASH blocking all of us, and after sitting there 4 several minutes and watching an endless fucking procession of sheriff and cop-cars all zooming towards the shituation and FAKE-ACCIDENT, I suddenly realized that I was able 2 get into the right lane near the gas station and make a right turn at that earlier intersection as the parking lot area 4 the entire Walmart store area is large and contains several other stores and indeed has 2 have another way in and out and I took the chance and turned, and sure enough, it was a way into a rear part of the large lot, but otherwise Idabin stuck there 4 a good quarter hour or longer burning up more of my pitiful fucking gasoline money. I honestly don't think that I am meant 2 survive this absolute newest POST-INFORMATION-DAY DEATH ASSAULT OF APRIL 11, 2023, beginning with my shutting down that HOLO-WHEEL in a parallel non lawn-mowed in Dogtown realm, and seemingly coming HERE, wherever this new mother fucking HERE truly is, just as with B4 on August 15 of 1986 when I came out of that mind boggling fucking 153-DAY long DREAM-TRIP into a parallel non HARRAH CASINO “other” Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG.

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, BEGINNING ON APRIL 11 OF 2023, WITH A 20-DAY BEYOND SUPER DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A MONSTROUS AND UNFATHOMABLE DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS THAT CAUSE MY BODY PAINFUL HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY HEART AND BOWELS, AND ON THIS 1^st DAY IN MAY OF 2023, WITH YET ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER ELECTRONICS ASSAULT AND DAMAGE 2 MY AUDIO AMPLIFIER, AND SUPER HIGH OTAMMIC TIMES 5 DAY, WITH MORE ENDLESS ELECTRONIC AND UTILITY DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME WITH COMCAST AND INTERNET AND ROKU-TV AND LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE INTERRUPTIONS AND DEAD-SERVICE, AND IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

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

MY MOTHER FUCKING SYSTEM JUST CRASHED 4 ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHER FUCKIGN REASON AT ALL AT 4:25 A.M., FBI, SHERIFF KJM, ACLU, IT HAPPENED 4 ABSOLUTELY NO GODDAMN REASON BUT THE PROMPTS AND SCREENS ALLOWED ME 2 GO THROUGH A RESTORE OPEN-OFFICE PROGRAM SCREEN AND IT WORKED.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCC

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, BEGINNING ON APRIL 11 OF 2023 WITH A 20-DAY BEYOND SUPER DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A MONSTROUS AND UNFATHOMABLE DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS THAT CAUSE MY BODY PAINFUL HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY HEART AND BOWELS, AND ON THIS 1^st DAY IN MAY OF 2023, WITH YET ANOTHER MAJOR SUPER ELECTRONICS ASSAULT AND DAMAGE 2 MY AUDIO AMPLIFIER, AND SUPER HIGH OTAMMIC TIMES 5 DAY, WITH MORE ENDLESS ELECTRONIC AND UTILITY DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME WITH COMCAST AND INTERNET AND ROKU-TV AND LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE INTERRUPTIONS AND DEAD-SERVICE, AND ON THIS MAY 1, 2023 CONTINUING TEN DAY LONG DEATH ASSAULT ON ME AND WHO JUST CRASHED THIS OPEN-OFFICE COMPUTER PROGRAM AT SHORTLY SHY OF HALF PAST 4 THIS DISEASED MORNING, AND WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL OF THE LOVED ONES OF ALL THESE SICK DEMONIC PRICKS AS WELL, AND IN THIS NOW WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

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, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

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

If the crash had fucked up my document in a significant way and wasn't able 2B restored, I would B SUPER BOTBAR X 6 OR WHATEVER, BUT AM STILL HOLDING AT BOTBUR, remember those non-daughter-name-meanings now peeps! SHE is fucking with me, as this machine is freezing a lot, so I am now going 2 shut down and restart, and then continue. Pink Sky-God of all 'barriers and permissions' is TOTALLY OUT OF FUCKING MANHATTAN-MACY-CONTROL now, or out of MMC would B a great way 2 use 4 any needed fucking ass future abbreviations here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! And quite alphabetically apropos 2, wouldn't we agree? Good-ole' International MOBILE MACHINES INCORPORATED, the 'creators and patent holders' of the alien guts machine from 1982 and 1983', AKA the PRIVECODE MACHINE!!!!!! So back to word-name meanings 4 a second without anything from 2007 such as my ASTRAL TRUE NAME OF RICKTOFARIOUS and its (eight astral registration MEANINGS)!!!!!!!! If this MACY GANG FROM DOGTOWN'S HORRENDOUS ESS-WASHCLOTHS OF VENTNOR, NJUSAESMWG doesn't get off of my back and stop this, I will tell every single thing that I know B4 they can MURDER ME on or off of 5^th Avenue, oh lovely and Latengrate, MIZZ DAWN-MARIE KING, MAHM', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME AIDS SISTERS ANDME' GODDESSDOG BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

BOT is the root word, standing 4 and MEANING, “BOTTOM OF THE”. But, just what is that, what is the? Okay if a day is at rock bottom but not yet officially declared as that and closed no matter what else can happen on that calendar day, it then moves into the territory of BAR, or MEANING, “BARREL ALREADY RATED”. Until however a day goes 2 goddamn ass BOTBAR, it can hover and remain as a 'rating-held' 1-1 day, on my life charts, still able to raise up above that bottom level, thus, BUR MEANS, “BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED”. This is indeed the MEANINGS of BOT---BUR verses BOT---BAR, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! The 1994 book in my United States Copyrighted non-musical projects was indeed done on a proper form and now I remember just Y things worked out the way that they did, this was my own doing. “The Permission Barrier” that I copyrighted from the National Park, NJUSAESMWG Post Office back on Halloween Day in 1994 was done with literary copyright office forms, but my roulette system was done in the same manner as was my 1988 and 1989 Epitome of Harassment musical projects were done. I used a so-called endlessly repeating melody loop on allnon musical parts on thosw 2 © projects, so that any spoken words merely werrelyrics that matyched this endlessly repeating loop of a few bars of tuneless junky music that I quickly wrote, so the copyrighted roulette system called, “Last Number Repeat, 100 Progression”, was sent in that same manner with a silly melody loop and the “TPB” 1994 book was done correctly by me, using the correct literary forms, and thus is Y it does not show up as one of Mountainpen's musical works in the U. S. © Office, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 2 quote sir Chester-Frank here, “WEEEEEEEE”! Hey let us not ever choose 2 forget the mighty Sir Bruce Alan Pennock fromCooley Hall and 1972 days, as this connects Pink Sky Goddessdog and yes, GODDESS as well, oh Sir Mike Soft AKA Microsoft Corporation, along with wild transdimensional CHRISTMAS ANGELS singing lovely songs in Cooley Hall's illustrious and great lobby area by the Christmas tree, three years B4 Patty and Santa and Sir Steve, ever had moved my mom and me from the great Dellway Arms Apartments on Oakland Avenue, into the hellhole Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG joint, at 1118 Linden Hill. A song I only remembered when my kid was all grown up in another 22 years from those Cooley Hall's final days 4 the Mountainpen, but it is high time that someone out here knows the real powerhouse truth about the Almighty Pink Scylla Goddess, as this just cannot keep on going like this, she and my cousin R totally fucking killing me, and I cannot take any more of this nightmare hellishness, WC-HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!! But my pernt here was about Sir Bruce A.P., me classmate in Misses Mildred B. Young's morning class, and also in Sir Daniel Mackey's great afternoon class. The entire story fits, and yet only a team of fucking Einsteins' would ever B capable of ever putting this entire nightmare on quintessential goddessdog steroids all together; YO ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Way back when Bruce was making his speeches that we R all humans and nobody's perfect, and then coupling thissssssssssss with not so perfect Christmas trees, or ANGEL'S, I mean 'kummuhn'-YO, who out here wishes 2 copy the lovely 1985 Mizz Margie Leo, and cut me the tiniest fucking BRAAAAAAAAAKE here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? Jesus Christ, & 61^st grand-pops-Uncle; what GIBBS and what's GIVENS here, all U awesome nightmare washcloth scumbags of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG and points a wee bit 2 the south as well as 2 the goddessdog west, YO?????????????? If anyone of U out here had 2 go through all of this beyond outlandish nightmare on quintessential steroids cubed and totally fucking ass CUBAN, you'd B nothing but rambling babbling non Egyptian Babylonians 4 crying out goddessdog louder than freight train bullhorns, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world, I have a powerful and great respect 4 what Pink Sky-God can do 2 me 4 knowing and telling and saying 2 much stuff about HER. I remember those Lower Merion High School Principle Doctor Edward Snow of Narberth, PAUSAESMWG's wife days, one of me' in-law grannies, lovely ole' Mizz MIMI, and I remember a whole goddessdog lot more another MIMI and those days in my more grown up adult life, speaking of these post-INFO death electronics assault on me TIMES, here in demonic ass 2023, & all beginning in early middle April, and just as with 1986; NOT EVEN TRYING 2 MOTHER FUCKING EVER LOOK BACK 4 ONE DAMN ASS NEW YORK MICROSECOND!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE had my entire computer from the second that I bought HER GAME in 2008 after SHE told me 2 in a weird dream that I never ever blogged or told one damn ass soul about, not ever, naught ever ever never, Mizz 1983 phone-company BLAKE, mahm'!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know whjat PINK-SKY GODDESS can do 2 me, oh world, and all great 1994 angels, songs, barriers, or permissions, as obviously and 2 quote the illustrious mighty KING FAMILY here, with enough power, along comes endless license or “PERMISSIONS” 2 do anything we want, & on or off of mother fucking 5^th AVENUE in NYC-NYUSAESMWG!!!! Hey, we all know that I blogged major shit in 2006 and 2007, long B4 my kid began moving against me 4 daring 2 say stuff. Stuff like all of the wild dreams since the early middle nineties, like my in-law granny of Narberth, my cousins on the Woody-G islands, large butts and and buts and without future interdimensional cheeses, hoses, houses, medical situations, and if I knew then WHAT I DO NOW FOLOKS, of course Ida just shut the fuck up so as 2 have avoided all of this goddamn ass blow-back I'm now being pummeled and bombarded with from the MACY GANG of WASHCLOTHS. I talked about Bruce andwhat he said, I talked about the blackcat owned by my coworker at the medical institute named “Precious”, and the list is beyond endless,and the proof is all there from archiving this entire blog project, we all know my kid is killing me now,along with her pal my distant cuzz who will become the KING OF AMERICA and will stop at absolutely nothing 2 get 2 what he wants with that, as HE TOLD ME AS KIDS IN THE PARK ONE DAY WHILE COVERING ME UP WITH LEAVES, “COUSIN, I AM GONNA' B THE KING OF AMERICA SOMEDAY”. I promise U all, this is precisely and exactly what will happen because he has the parallel event tool and knowledge 2 use it against me, he has my own fucking ass daughter working against me with her mind boggling astral plane powers and abilities, and he has an entire cult that once was over 100 and less than 1000 strong, just as Dave Roth used 2 tell me when we discussed OTAMM and WO-MO back in 1988 and 1989 outside of his driveway of his Philadelphia home at 5133 Oakland Street, & not that far away from the magical Shirley Laboratory and Throat Specialist Office, of half a decade earlier in time, Mister Roofdog Romano King and kid, in ACNJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So where R-U when we really need U-2 tell it all; oh lovely twitch-nose Lizzy Montgomery from early October of 2008; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????????????

END TRANSMISSION.

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

SUNDAY, APRIL 30, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:7

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WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

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WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

Things have never been quite as bad as the day that this began in April of 2023 and the absolute worst day in my entire life. Once May is out, I will go back 2 my original plan 2 turn this into a private-journal only system, using the blogger dot com as merely a time capsule that will take the story of my beyond damn ass hellish life hopefully into a future century, where it does indeed need 2B carried off into, as here, things R absolutely hopeless and useless. I know that as surely as I know that if I wish 2 keep blogging right now, I need 2 keep fucking breathing. It's just that simple, REDJOHN HENNINGSEN, OH SIR! If I take the most recent (9-DAY PERIOD), my MPB is now at 89 percent, and only the futhermucking damn gods know where these numbers will quit, and peek out into, YO BRAH!

I woke up 2 a giant storm, A-G-A-I-N, and although power service was naught one wee bit interrupted, lovely Mizz 1983 Mizz Blake, my entire COMCAST SYSTEM again WENT DOWN, and without showing any problem with any of the blue-LED indicator lights on its goddamn ass modem-box, YO BRO! Again, my ROKU continued 2 kick me off all my television fucking channels, and internet was off and gone, although all of the systems on the screen showed up on test screens as ON AND GREEN AND GOOD. Talk about Mizz Jenny Hewitt, GW (Ghost Whisperer-TV-shows), and along these goddamn ass lines peeps; no one can help me, and COMCAST is just as stymied and mystified as all the rest of us R, or so they keep telling me aniwho, YO ME' BREEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Still this is now yet ANOTHER BOTBAR AND NOW TIMES FIVE (SUPER BOTBAR X5)!!!!!!!!!! And now, 8 out of the last 9 days have all gone both SUPER BOTBAR AS WELL AS SUPER HIGH CCOT (Death Spaceforce Assault on me or MACY CLUB), or Congressman R.A. SIR, “whatever”, or 2 say it more appropriately now and not back in the summer of 1975 at good old Albert Pileggi's parent's WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG home in the basement that night, “WHOEVER”? Not one thing worked, and to quote my mom, from an October fucking early evening, out in Exton, Pennsylvania, at the great Church Farm School, to the illustrious Headmaster there, Doctor Shriner; “HERE WE GO AGAIN”, as this PART-2 death electronics assault by MACY-SPACEFORCE, beginning a week ago yesterday now on Saturday the 22^nd day of this horrendous and beyond fucking monstrous April month, of this demon-devil year '23, that's living up 2 its goddamn ass '23' digital-year SATANIC hellishness in full blown steroidal spades, reared its beyond fucking surreal head against me, and never even tried looking goddessdog back 4 even a wee slight New York micro-second, YO BRAH!!!!! I had a nice discussion with a great COMCAST AGENT, and all that's happening 2 me is being faithfully and absolutely accurately recorded in my account with them on their never-deleted records, 'that's a quote', Sir L&O-DA, Honorable Adam Schiff, and with or without a major house cleaning of many “dirty-cops” in the great NYC, fictionally of course. My Uncle Heinz always spoke very highly of the Manhattan PD back in the nineteen-sixties in real life. WOW, what is REAL/E about my non 'Dogtown' 'lawn mowed' life of 'ALL DAMN 'TWINALITIES'”?????????????????????????? My runt taping mother ducking health is naught going 2 take much more of this post 4-11-23 ELECTRONICS DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, AG-FL, AG-USA, FBI, ACLU, WC-HAGUE, SIR POPE, SIR PRESIDENT JRB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It just won't, and so I feel totally okay with making this blog now an internet legal document, transferring and doubling it now into my dying declaration and utterance, with all the story of the BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen) telling and accusing my murderers based on the exact story that entire thing all is telling 2 this miserable rotten world. I hereby swear that my story is complete and accurate, and all absolutely true and factual, that is 2 the very best of my ability 2 recall all of these truths. I swear this under a voluntarily taken self-sworn-oath now, under my USA citizenship and under my Singularity (God Almighty) SSJKK as I have the great privilege of knowing personally on the energy plane of existence (Astral Plane), Purgatory, Plancktime, spirit realm/world, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

I promise the world one major thing. Magnesonic will retaliate and it WILL HAVE ITS GODDAMN REVENGE ON WHOMEVER IS WIPING ME OUT AND OBLITERATING ME AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED. IPYT, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have every legal right 2 defend myself against this quintessential tyranny and everybody, whether they'll admit this 2 me or naught, lovely Mizz Blake mahm', KNOWS THAT THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE AND FACTUAL, no one has the right 2 endlessly make my life a living monstrously unfathomably nightmarish burning breathing DOGTOWN, or known by mortals here of this EARTH-PLANET; (H---E---L---L)!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I drove back 2 the PSL-FL-USA WALMART STORE and 2 the “TECHY STORE” inside of it, and the reason was because this electronic siege caused the electrical power LED-light on the on-off button 2 stop working 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever. Also when I turned the system on, twenty minutes of all sorts of wild and weird saving files began sorting and correcting 4 some attempt 2 wipe out my entire stuff. I had it backed up onto a flash drive so what is in here as of yesterday is all on a locked away drive system and I'll B putting it into my TD-BANK safety-box this coming bizz-week, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

Things will happen to my enemies over the coming months that would B most likely 2 hot 2 tell on a blog, even under the sensitivity warning screens. U just watch, stuff will go down now through the end of the year that these pricks will B more than just sorry 4, and IPYT in steroidal fucking spades! If May does not alter what is happening 2 me, I will have 2C if switching over 2 Verizon or some other service that lets me have my internet, some TV, and a phone, and leave the big-C once and 4 all, but I'm still giving them every chance 2 fucking ass rectify this nightmare. Friday would have gone NON-BOT other than 4 the fact that my landlord treated me like dirt, coming over and reading me a mini-riot act 4 bothering him and telling me that he has nothing 2 do with COMCAST. I knew that, I was only asking him if he had any ideas. WOW, what a new world we live in. Any time peeps want something from me, anything goes and all things are perfectly okay. But let me have problems and merely call up a person 2 ask a few questions, and I am the crooked evil rotten bad guy annoying prick, that needs 2B taken either 2 the woodshed or worse still, 2 the wall 4 the firing squad practice-marksmen 2 shoot at. Friday was okay other than 4 this dude ruining it 4 me, so as I said, I'm mother fucking 8:9 now 4 horrendous monster rotten ass days. I DON'T C THIS STOPPING, SO THIS IS MY FINAL FUCKING DYING DECK AND UTTS, YO ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! YES SIR MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER, YO, TELL MIZZ 1985 MARGIE LEO FROM 113-CALDOR STORE 2 CUT ME A DAMN ASS BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE AS WELL, WILLYA, YO????

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

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We all know well that I have now told many family secrets, even though I KNOW I'VE NOT SAID ANYTHING YET, NEXT 2 WHAT I COULD SAY IF PRESSED 2 THE GODDESSDOG FUTHERMUCKING DAMN-ASS WALL YO, BUTTTTTT, and all luscious BUTTERCHEESES, BUTTS, and yes but, what I have said and implied as well, has most likely caused a lot of this retaliation by them and all of these hellish woes, and I've told the agents at the big C and will go right on telling them more and more and more, if this goddamn bull shit ain't soon stopped!!!!!!!!! Any fool knows that the MACY CLUB IS MURDERING ME, and also, Dawn-Marie King said it all at Judge Frank Rasso's Hammonton-Berryville home on Middle Road #65 back in late OH-M-8 or early in OH-M-9, her famous words pertaining 2 powerful peeps being able 2 “GET AWAY WITH MURDER”. Then later on by about 7 years give or take B4 becoming our 45^th USA-President, he 2 copied her words after his peeps read 2 him from my blog, that very same thing with his getting away with shooting someone on 5^th Avenue in NYC if he wanted 2. We all know that my words are 100 mother fucking percent ACCURATE AND ABSOLUTELY TRUE AND HONEST HERE. It is only the fools or those with a lot 2 goddamn lose who keep insisting on denying the spoken accusations and truths of the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The shit happening 2 me is absolutely 100% predictable once U know the full truths and junk going on behind those invisible 'OZ-CURTAINS', of course. The GODDESSDOG SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES R keeping me 2 busy with this mind boggling demonic fucking death assault siege on me since the 2^nd half of this nightmare month, 2 even think about contacting the Broadcast Music Incorporated music industry union concerning the checking out 2C if I've been ripped off from receiving any of my “FAIR-SHARE-ROYALTIES” on song number 10 on that track, “SARAH”, plus I get one third on one other song there, split between myself, Sir William Harner the Human-Peculator, and the President of STUDIO PARK RECORDS, my bizz-part when we formed the company in 1998 in the Camden, NJUSAESMWG CITY HALL, and all totally verifiable; Sir Paul Evans Pedersen, YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!

MORIANITY-2

JWC2, DAY 00030, BLOG-B

January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.

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JWC2, DAY 00030, BLOG-B

January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.

It was exactly as powerful as my 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 send 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. IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But smart as some of these T-3-E's and world owners without the big lovely muscles of me' kids gal-pal and other beyond unmentionables out there, R so clueless. They may B in fact parsecs cubed ahead of the Mountainpen due 2 his endless monstrous intentionally sub-poverty kept conditions as well as death persecutions on steroids day and night 4 close 2-4 decades now, but slice and dice it all up anyway U like folks, Patty gave me the same Fascitar-6-10 tool that anyone of U can use 2. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT and all lusciously delicious butter cheeses from PENNSYLVANIA'S TRANSDIMENSIONAL STARBURN LAKES PROPERTIES OF THE 2030'S all notwithstanding here folks, I have one thing that no one else has, I am the 61^st grandson in a most direct route and lineage blood route-line system, 2 a dude whose uncle was literally artificially DNA inseminated only done 'fascitarily' and not 'laboratorialy'. I AM THE CHOSEN DAMN HUNTINGTON, and all the death persecution on me will never alter that fact because it is a fact and naught a mommy's annoying 'HEAD-GAME' 2 make peeps merely frikkin' feel good and fuzzy; oh wonderful great illustrious sir, Mister Morgan Freeman, so love dance that off, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 compelled 2 do this. It was exactly as powerful as my 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 send 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. IPYT this will all B told, and very shortly, yes sir, I PROMISE YOU THAT (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT) (IPYT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now 2 close this out, here is some shit that is beyond a mathematical mind boggle-blow! I was telling this on my phone 2 Lightning, while SHE was flashing all around here thisssssss morning, Mizz Lucci-Snakes-1983. After that, I hung up, turned on my ROKU-TV 2 try and get some local weather on one of the Palm Beach television stations, and the internet kept going out, freezing channels and dialogue boxes endlessly popping up and disconnecting me. Then when I called Comcast and it rang one time, and this has been happening 2 me now 4 more than a decade in this miserable rotten Florida with this carrier, and then KA-POW, I get disconnected, and the “TELEPHONE” LED blue light on my modem is suddenly out as well. This is an old repeating persecution since at least ten years ago, beginning while residing at the prior PEE-HA-BUILDING address on Avenue B, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, OH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! But what caused the persecution and death harassment may well B what I had just told LIGHTNING GODDESS-DZA on the phone, connected into my special communications system that I have rigged up in unison with the telephones that R then designed 2 kick in after I go off-line by taking one of the land-line telephones off-hook, as they used 2 say many years ago in those wonderful GOLDEN-DAYS. I had just reminded DIANA (Lightning) after telling HER how beautiful SHE is flashing all around me AGAIN on this Sunday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, how the 28-YEAR calendar cycle is going 2 work out on the first year of the KING-TRUMP 47^th Presidential Administration in 2025. Every 28 years, whatever our wall calendars say, will B duplicated perfectly, and FOREVER, in other words if we just save our calendars 4 exactly 28 years of our lives, it will save us from ever needing 2 purchase a new wall calendar, most peeps of course don't operate that way any longer, only us old days peeps. Most digital-lovers of right now use their cellphones 4 every single thing, even calendars. Hey, I don't, so fucking ass sue me, YO! U can't take my bed or any furniture, it all belongs 2 the mighty Sir Mike Blandlord. U can't take anything else, my modem is the property of Comcast. I have absolutely no money at all, only a lot of fucking cunt debt. I'm flat busted broke with absolutely nothing, and any property or clothes R worth pennies, it is all old, worn out, and just total worthless mother fucking junk, so go ahead, “SUE ME” as those great old days ad-spots 4 the Small Claims Court used 2 come on our TV sets and say 2 us!!!!!! But back 2 wall calendars. 1969 is also 1997 and it will also B 2025. 1980 is also 2008 just as 1981 is also 2009, and 1982 is also 2010, and 1983 is also 2011. I was born in the year of 1954, so wall calendars matching my year of birth will B, 1982, 2010 and also will B 2038, of course and hopefully and most probably, I won't B here 2 worry about any of “that Bob Gagnus Car Salesman STUFF”. The math behind this is 2 complex 2 get into. Ask some mathematical professor at a good college, or Google around and maybe you'll find the answer. I don't know the exact mathematical answer as 2Y it works this way since leap year throws the otherwise 7-day weekly cycle off, and so right away common sense would think that the repeating cycle forever in years being the same from January first through December thirty-first, only it does not work, it actually takes double that 14 year amount 2 work universally and forever, but yes, beginning at any year U ever wish 2, adding 28 years 2 it and bang, that will B the same exact year on every single day of it and this will work 4 a total of 300 years. Every 300 years if I'm not mistaken, we do need 2 do one more compensation 4 the varying rotation of the planet verses the trip made revolving around its closest star, our sun. This means that we do get a “LEAP CENTURY” every 300 years, where the month of FEBRUARY contains 30-DAYS. This just about perfectly balances out the endlessly altering variance between our planet's revolution 2 rotation RATIO. Now I was telling LIGHTNING on our communications system on thisssssss very moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, B4 all of fucking goddessdamn DOGTOWN broke loose AGAIN 4 me today YO, how 1969, 1997, and the soon 2 fucking arrive 2025 R all in that time-year repeating cycle. I need not go into the full and quite damn 'HUUUUUUUGE' details of it all; huh great Senator Sanders, nor will I, BUTTERCHEESES OF STARBURN LAKES of 2035; we R not retards here, R we peeps? 1969, gimme' a break here distant-CUZZ-D.J.T., willya' 4 cryin' out louder than a freight train's damn ass bull horn? All the genesis 2 where I am right here and now TODAY, if just the four numbers of year '1969' don't say it all, then nothing fucking ass does, YO! Then riding that whittle ocean current clear across the mighty fucking ass Pacific Ocean into 1997, U wanna' “cut me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE” here, lovely Caldor-113-Store Security Guard, Mizz Margie Leo? And even though it is a projection and not in a physical arrival as of quite yet, 2025, give me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE times 241 my friends, and my enemies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey YO, some enemy who was illegally listening in 2 my phone conversation with Diana this morning didn't like what I said one wee bit and I'll bet that's Y-I took yet another major mother fucking wild incredible death siege, bringing me now 2 an 89%-MP-4-BOTBAR in a (Most Recent 9-DAY current period), “MR9DCP”, and we'll B using this MR9DCP thing 4 a long while now until the end of the upcoming MAY month, when this blog will B forever MY 'PRIVATE-ONLY' JOURNAL, & still used 4 the sole purpose of being my SAFE-GODDAMN-TIME-CAPSULE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes folks, this wasn't the only thing I talked 2 lovely Lightning (DIANA) about this miserable hellish lousy rotten ass moUUUrning!!!!!!!!!!! I also did a lot of other mathematical related things with that 28-YEAR Calendar Cycle deal, or 4 short, that '28YCCD', so let me tell U all just a wee fucking bit more on this, YO! I got on thoughts and actions, dreamworlds, holo-wheels, my current plight since unplugging that horrible monstrous shit in Sir 'TRANSDIMENSIONAL MOWRY's office, and I got 2 telling HER all about other year-patterns that correspond 2 the mathematics of it all, and not merely the 1969-1997-2025 deal. Obviously the same thing has now happened 2 goddamn poor pitiful mother fucking innocent pathetic me, Mountainpen! In 1986, remember how I told U that I came back from that wild crazy ass trip with my pal Sir DCR 2 LBI, NJUSAESMWG; and then I went 2 the GS-Hospital 2 get my infected ear looked at and get some meds there, and then went home and 2 sleep after first using the 'I-CHING'. The whole story is that this caused that 153-day dream-trip into that non Harrah's teasing taunting Casino's “other Atlantic City”, or alternate AC, NJUSAESMWG. B4I move this onward, this is the first time since I moved into this current mother fucking address back in middle February of the year of 2021 and 26 and a half months ago now peeps, where I have had a BACK 2 FUCKING ASS BACK SUPER BOTBAR WEEKEND. 4-2 straight weekends now, I have gone major SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, so B4 forgetting 2 say this, I need 2 quickly interject this into my blog right now, so let us now get back onto the point, shall we? So my I-CHING soul-trip had me so fucked up that when I came out of it the following day, I was very shaky, and so when my mother served me a cup of hot tea after telling her that I was feeling a wee bit woozy and squeamish; she said, “Mark, a good cup of real hot tea should do the trick 4U”, and I remember that word 4 word whittle verbal exchange with me' mom, 2 this very second and 'time point'; oh great 'Watergate Senators', from back in the early nineteen-seventies. But that was a major mistake despite serving it on a very sturdy card tray. I managed 2 spill it all over my leg and caused some really nasty ass fucking 2^nd degree burns, and had 2 go right back 2 that same hospital that I was just at only ten hours or so earlier, YO!!!!!!! Talk about asking the Ripley's Club 4 a goddessdamn life-membership card!!!!!! This started a magnetic negative surrounding my physical realm proximity that was never broken or stopped in any way, hard as I surely have fucking tried all these years, and now and again peeps, 'here we GOOOOOOOOOO'!!!!!!! This time, it wasn't some mind busting I-CHING trip to a parallel-universe ATLANTIC NON-HARRAH'S CITY, but rather 2 an office where a magical 'holo-wheel' was spinning and when I unplugged it and woke up, THIS NEW HELLOGRAM HAS STARTED ON ME, and it is very fucking doubtful folks that I'm going 2 goddamn live through this one. I am just 2 fucking old and sick! Now however this is all sliced and diced up, oh great and wonderfully marvelous Chef Emeril sir, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND and the SOCIETY that I am convinced has sprung up from a get together of sorts, and similar 2 stuff spoken of in the great dream-books of the famous 'new-age' author, Sir Carlos Castaneda; is indeed all that is behind my entire endless goddamn 'woe-whiz-me' hellishness, straight from out beyond the mighty and ever-frightening gates of DOGTOWN, mortally known as H—E—L—L!!!!!

FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 3

Now since my enemies are determined to put me through hell and eventually covertly murder me, Thaxton/Braxton/Uwich, and all GASME games expert pipe apartment repairmen who work for Columbia Broadcasting Time Travelers Corporation, or some reasonable facsimile thereof, I am going to tell you what led my cousin to some of his horse play nonsense, without even going through a foyer in a mansion the size of slut bag Kim Kardashian's. So that you can know right away; that there is a whole dam lot more to follow after this, for other later freaking times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I went to that throat specialist's office early in 1984 after returning from freaking Florida to visit my ex-Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon who moved down to Orlando a year or so back to buy into a small roadside food and eats place a few miles from Seaworld; Kate; I encountered a very beautiful assistant named Mariah. I had absolutely no idea that the ESS existed, or that all of us have virtually unlimited copies of ourselves all over this place called by some the hyperspace and called yet by others, the fifth dimension, it really is six and half a dozen. But the point is that she knew me and she hypnotized me. She was getting off as my appointment was over, and asked me if I was heading to go down I-95 towards the city, (Philadelphia), and would I take her, as her car had broken down. She invited me into this house along the road, of course you had to exit the highway and drive around, but I did not realize just where this place was until years later when it flashed back, when Pedersen and Harner and I were all driving in my car and had left a place called the Fresh Tracks Recording Studio of Philadelphia. I forced it quickly out of my mind. It was only until around three years back early in March of twelve if memory serves at all accurately here, that I began to remember again, that I was invited into this house, and everyone was acting very weird, and it is also the same place that the Comcast Cable nightmare with the ESS, was, as far as being the precisely interior decorated place. They both were the same place, one view was in my head of inside, and one view was in my head of outside. The highway ran by just above us. I never said a word to Paul, my ex-bizz partner about any of this. I know he had more than he wanted to handle with just Sarah Callio and my going on with her, and anyone reading this can go and ask him, and I know he will tell you that I am speaking the total truth here. He may also add in what a total mother fuckiGN asshole jerk off scum bag I am along with a hundred other such nice and lovely thoughts that he may have about me. Oh well, Say Levy, in or out of good old France!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My medical condition was given to me by the ESS so as to allow me to have all of this happen to me. When ESS makes a plan, it is not like anyone in one dimensional mind sets can start to even freaking imagine. IPYT. They see a flowchart as complex as a 100 terra-byte super computer with Q-bit-Tech!

That is the first thing you need to see. When you arrive anywhere near this mind set, then and only the good peeps, can you start to understand THAT FAMILY of FORBIDDEN WASHCLOTHS and just how and why Tom Reale was also sent into the situation. Without all of these things, happening on cue, down to a split nanosecond, I promise all of you, this entire end result of me in 2006-2008, could never have gotten around to exist. This to them, would be as incomprehensibly negative, as the end of the world would be to just about any and all of you. Laugh at me or call me a freaking liar all you want to, as I know, and God knows (GODD-ESS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As this new BLOG-BOOK marches freaking onward, I will tell you what I have come to remember in that house on that day, that I suppressed memories about for coming up on 31 years now, KAL, in detail, but carefully, as we all can imagine that even I have to be careful.

With the powers of the ESS, the possibilities to any and all things in this life, are exactly what gorgeous Elizabeth Montgomery said, some time back now, on that great sixties sitcom television show called 'Bewitched'; “ENDLESS”. For reasons I will later let out, maybe, I am calling all of this, the Punxatonney-Penn Syndrome. Memories trigger, when we do or see just the right things, and at just the right times. Otherwise, they remain in hyperspace as energies. No one is even able to make up a single thing. If you have a 'dream' and you tell it to someone and change it or add to it out of what you believe to be your imagination, guess what, it is not. None of us can make up anything. We cannot be original. Every possibility, Mizz Montgomery, is already long taken, and all that any of us will ever be able to do forever and endlessly, is shuffle things around. Endless combinational shuffling, or said another way, hyperspace ops. You can believe this people; I have merely cracked open a door, and you are all about to shit yourselves, if you are not in the ESS already; when I take you further and further inside of this hideous mansion from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is quarter past three on Friday afternoon. I am planning to leave the United States forever and change my identity. I cannot say any more than that, or I won't live to see tomorrow morning, Misses Sudano Gaines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell of FCC old buddy, and kind sir; they just fucking hit me with the (`~HACK) at 3:17, YOYO YOYO YOYO Sarah Y-J Callio!!!! Jumping fucking Jehovah.

IN MY DREAMING NIGHTMARES. I POWER NOTHING, AS WE ALL KNOW ONLY 2 GODDESSDOG WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP-ESS) OR THE 'GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know, old news, but if you had this all go down in your life at fourteen and fifteen, you'd want to say it over and over and over again too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.

FEBRUARY 16, 2015,

MONDAY EVENING AT 6:11,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-72/L-46)

HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 69 DEGREES.

WINDS ARE SE AT 12, GUSTING TO 31.

FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 19

This hasn't been a particularly great sixty and a quarter years for me, in present form in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. If good stuff equaled leaves, my life could quite easily be reflected in the trees that the picture below depicts.

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You really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies, right Mizz Attorney General AM, and great astute Sheriff KJM??????????????????

I BELIEVE THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD IS MURDERING ME AND THEY WON'T QUIT NOW UNTIL 5 QUARTS OF MY MOTHER FUCKING BLOOD GET SPILLED RIGHT HERE IN YOUR COUNTY, SHERIFF MASCARA, OH SIR, THIS IS NOT A CRAZY BUNCH OF DELUSIONS SIR, THIS IS ALL VERY BOB SCHLEIGH MAFCO-CAMDEN, NJUSAESMWG 'REAL' AS WELL AS VENTNOR, NJUSAESMWG TOM REALE!!!!

Here is 'whats-ahupnin', OH U WONDERFUL GREAT PAL, and Sir Derrijo Exxon from 1983: AGAIN, SATURDAY, I AM SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I woke up around one this Saturday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, 29 April and the worst month EVER SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF MOTHER FUCKING 1986, AND ANOTHER DISASTER HAS STRUCK ME. MY COMPUTER HAS BEEN SPACEFORCE BUSTED-AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! I managed 2 get it on and running but it needs 2 go back 2 the 'TECHY-JOINT' again, MISTER GODDAMN CHEATWEEDS WINN OF ATLANTIC CITY-1983'S GOLDEN NUGGET SCUMBAG HOTEL & CASINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The blue power light no longer functions 4 the connecting AC-power supply, and the files were all messed up and a whole lot of restarts and corrections needed 2B made and after half an hour things R passable and usable 4 uploading this post, but back 2 Mister fucking TECHY I must go now later on this diseased mother fucking rotten BOTBAR moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know my ENEMY OF THE SPACEFORCE-ENTERTAINMENT WORLD IS MURDERING ME COVERTLY AND STEALTHFULLY, I KNOW IT AND SO DOES THE FUCKING ASS FBI, ONLY THEY DON'T CARE IF I DIE BECAUSE EVERYONE IN THIS ENTIRE COUNTRY JUST ABOUT IS JUST A SOLD OUT ROTTEN CRIMINAL NOW, SOLD OUT LITERALLY FIRST 2 THEIR FATHER, SATAN THE DEVIL AS SCRIPTURES ALL ADMIT WILL B HAPPENING IN THE 'LAST DAYS' THAT WE R AND MUST B IN, AND THEN SOLD OUT 2 CORPORATE WALL STREET GREED, AS ONLY MY GREAT TRUE HERO AND HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WONDERFUL AWESOME PAL KNOWS SO PERFECTLY WELL, SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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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The lyrics on my 1975 “Lost Love” tune were altered slightly by my musical arrangers, and others in my orbit in those times of between 1975 and 1980, such as Bob Andrews, who became the future Federal Congressman, Jan Nace, the owner of the Maxfield non-'KXKVI' (Krassle Karge 16) recording studio in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG on Beidamin Avenue near the Garden State Racetrack from those 1960-1980 days when race-horses ran there back then, and the world renown today, Sir Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of musical arranging 4 many large corporate giants and one being the National Football League (NFL) who all of us know only 2 goddamn ass well, YO!!!!!!!!!!! When the 1975 easy-rock style song was altered into more of a dance tune in late April of 1980 and 43 years ago from right this exact second, YO fwolks; the lyrics became, “Oh baby-baby-baby, I love U so”, and lovely Donna did a bang up job on it if I may add in here, but unlike the great future RUST MOVIE, I would never even pick up a GUN and 4 the reason that I and maybe I alone, am aware that left spinning subatomic fawces of Mister HALL R indeed quite fucking endlessly capable of performing powerful magic tricks when it is in their best and absolute interest 4 them 2 do so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can hand me a gun that is brand new off the factory shelf and never ever had a single bullet placed within the innards of its mechanism. I still would never aim it and fire it, not even up at the sky, because I TOTALLY KNOW THAT MAGIC IS POSSIBLE, IT IS BEING DONE CONTINUOUSLY, AND 4 SOME UNLIKE OTHERS, OH LOVELY MIZZ JENNY LOVE HEWITT, IT IS ALL IN AND THROUGHOUT OUR ENTIRE DISEASED SCREWED UP FUCKING LIVES, DAY AND NIGHT, AND IT IS NEVER EVER GONNA' QUIT UNTIL WE MOTHER FUCKING DIE! Yes world, baby-baby-baby, I don't love anything or anybody, nor could I care mother fucking less about music or writing any songs. Those days R over, but yes, that sure is an adorable baby, and since I have reached my sixties nearly eight and a half years ago now, I do agree with the Latengrate and lovely disco-queen, Mizz Doctor DAGS, AKA by most of U out there as, Donna Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NOW OH WONDERFUL ATTORNEY GENERAL OF THE USA, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA GORGEOUS MIZZ MOODY, GREAT WONDERFUL AWESOME SIR PRESIDENT J.R. BIDEN WHO I ROOT 4 AND PRAY 4 EVERY SINGLE DAY 2 SAVE OUR GREAT AND FRAGILE LAND AND GET HIS EXTREMELY NEEDED 4-MORE-YEARS SOON, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI), WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION (FTC), BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU (BBB), AND ANYONE ELSE THAT MY NIGHTMARE STORY FROM DOGTOWN COULD POSSIBLY AND OR REMOTELY CONCERN AT ALL, MY INTERNET IS BACK OFFLINE AGAIN, NO INTERNET OR TELEVISION AFTER COMCAST FIXED IT AGAIN AROUND HALF PAST NOON YESTERDAY FRIDAY. It seems the problem was fixed 4 now but it won't last, I am going 2 have 2 make a fucking run 4 it and get out of this country. Thanks 4 nothing all those listed above 4 not stopping this horrendous monstrous fucking SPACEFORCE ENEMY FROM TOTALLY WRECKING AND UTTERLY RUINING MY ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT LIFE, YO. THANX A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is back off again. Each time I repair it by going through some trouble shooting steps, they just fuck it up 4 me again. The Comcast modem light for ONLINE is ON and operating, the broken computer must B causing this, and the SPACEFORCE HAS BUSTED MY COMPUTER, OBVIOUSLY.

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 WITH AN ASSAULT THAT BEGAN ON THE ELEVENTH OF APRIL OF 2023, A DEATH UTILITY-ELECTRONIC ASSAULT WORSE THAN EVEN AUGUST OF 1986 WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN 4 ME, and who have struck me from the second I awakened from an afternoon nap around five of the clock, with ANOTHER HUGE GARGANTUAN DEATH ASSAULT WORSE THAN MANY DECADES IF NOT WORSE THAN EVER, AND THAT BEGAN WITH A UTILITY ATTACK FOLLOWED ALL DAY AND NIGHT BY A MAJOR AIR ASSAULT AS WELL, SHUTTING DOWN MY ENTIRE COMCAST SERVICE COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY, BREAKING MY ENTIRE COMPUTER AT ONE IN THE MORNING ON SATURDAY 29 APRIL OF 2023 AND CAUSING ME SUPER DEATH BOTBAR HELL EVERY SINGLE DAY WITH BUT A FEW EXCEPTIONS SINCE ALL OF THIS HELL STARTED ON 4-11-23, AND THEN MAJOR AIRPLANES, CHOPPER ASSAULTS, AND CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER IN A BRUTAL DEATH SIEGE AGAINST ME THAT IS CAUSING ME HEALTH DEATH PAINS AND MAJOR ATTACKS ON MY DAMN HEART AND MY BOWELS, AND WORSE THAN THE ENTIRE NIGHTMARE OF THE PAST FUCKING CUNT 40 YEARS NOW; 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

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

It must B the computer that is broken that is causing my off and on and off and on internet drops, although, what I will do now is put on my ROKU-TV so that if I keep losing the net, then it is COMCAST doing this, AND NAUGHT MY MOTHER FUCKING 'CUM-PUKE- HER' DOING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx 2 the mother fucking authorities refusing 2 lift a finger or believe my nightmare fucking death plight here, this is going 2 mean the total ending now of the cunt lapping life of the MOUNTAINPEN, and now I absolutely know this 2B true and REAL/E without any lawn mowers, or Mowry sisters; or any other weird bizarre transdimensional effects from YANKED OUT ELECTRICAL MAGICAL MOTHER FUCKING HOLOGRAPHIC 3-D SPINNING WHEELS, ABOVE OFFICE CHAIRS IN NIGHTMARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is what happened yesterday. Comcast came out and repaired all my woe-whiz me problems, giving me a brand new voice-internet modem system, replacing the old damaged one. But the damage somehow did an ATCO-1983 music-curse with my computer, infecting it and destroying it and when I got up and it is totally ruined and I am driving back later today 2 the goddamn fucking PSL-FL-USA WALMART STORE. First, we will C if my ROKU-TV service keeps intermittently cutting off and out, although I still know the machine needs 2B fixed as the power light no longer functions, the files seem 2 get fucked up if I turn it off so I won't turn it off until I leave 4 the TECHY fucking joint around opening hell bell time, only it is Saturday so there won't B any diseased market openings 2 concern myself fucking ass with, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Since a week ago now, this assault is constant and continuous beginning at just past three in the fucking cunt morning on Saturday April the 22^nd and it is naught looking back 4 a damn sicko wacko fucking ass single second, Mizz Phone-Company BLAKE, mahm'. There was a strange outlandish thing that happened when my repair guy came out yesterday, Friday. The telephone plug into the Comcast Modem had gotten plugged into the wrong place and this has happened now 3 times, and I PROMISE U ALL, I AM NOT DOING THIS, some RUST-GUN-MAGIC however, IS FUCKING CUNT DOINT IT, ALL OF U GREAT MARVELOUS PROPSECUTORS OUT THERE, AND I'LL MAKE BELIEVERS OUT OF U ALL IF IT TAKES ME A THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS, SO I BETTER LAY IN A GREAT SUPPLY OF THE EXTRA-YOUNG YUMMY JUICE, HUH WORLD!!! It worked 4 the Jews 5,000 years ago B4 the days of the flood, increasing lifespans of humans by 8 FUCKING ASS TIMES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT FIRST I WILL NEED 2 QUICKLY RUN FAST AND FAR, AWAY FROM THIS SICKO NUTTY ASS NATION B4 IT IS WAY WAY WAY WAY 2 INGRID-1984 FUCKING LATE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' DAMN ASS BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS NIGHTMARE TRANSMISSION.

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF THE WORST 5 DAY STRETCH OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE

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11:51 POST MERIDIAN ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT

APRIL 26, 2023, and MP4B (04-2023) is 23% [6:26].

This is a supplemental entry. I am not going 2B able 2 post this 2 the internet until my service is on sometime on mother fucking goddamn FRIDAY when hopefully, Comcast will come out 2 help get my services on and going. They R all totally out, and will B out due 2 a very lengthy fucking cunt power failure today, that struck around the five of the clock hour in a sudden incredible mind busting storm that blew up out of nowhere, causing near-hurricane damage all over my Fort Pierce area, phone poles, trees, many things completely knocked fucking down and broken, and power was lost 4 a good solid mother fucking 3 STRAIGHT HOURS OF TIME, ROUGLY FROM A WEE BIT PAST FIVE THROUGH A WEE BIT PAST 8 OF THE CLOCK. This storm that suddenly blew up out of absolutely fucking nowhere was SENT BY HALLS FAWCES 2 wreck my day and make this almost a BOTBAR TIMES FUCKING 5 SUPER HORRENDOUS MONSTROUS DAY; but yesterday believe it or naught Mizz Blake, I did have a slight back off so it was three really bad 'doozie-whoppers' followed by a slight break and then KAPOW on steroids. Today was worse than all of the previous ones all PUT THE FUCK TOGETHER AND MULTIPLIED BY DOGSHIT CUBED!!!!!!!! The only thing 2 do here is just tell it, and it will B posted 2 the internet sometime on Friday, HOPEFULLY, as I don't ever count any chickens B4 they hatch, never-ever, lovely Diana. This is now a major internet legal document, and is my DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING DECLARATION. I WILL B DEAD SOON, AND I WAS ABSOLUTELY MURDERED, AND BY ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN DISCUSSED ON THESE 17+ YEARS OF THIS 'BOM' BLOG PROJECT, IN VARIOUS WAYS. I SWEAR THIS IS THE TRUTH, AND UNDER PAIN AND PENALTY OF PURJURY I MAKE THESE LEGAL CLAIMS HEREIN, OH FBI, OH ACLU AND ANYONE ELSE WHO MAY IN ANY WAY B CONCERNED HERE!

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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 on this WEDNESDAY THE TWENTY-SIXTH DAY OF APRIL, of 2023, and who have struck me from the second I awakened from an afternoon nap around five of the clock, with ANOTHER HUGE GARGANTUAN DEATH ASSAULT WORSE THAN MANY DECADES IF NOT WORSE THAN EVER, AND THAT BEGAN WITH A UTILITY ATTACK FOLLOWED ALL DAY AND NIGHT BY A MAJOR AIR ASSAULT AS WELL, SHUTTING DOWN MY ENTIRE COMCAST SERVICE COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY, AND THEN MAJOR AIRPLANES AND CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER IN A BRUTAL DEATH SIEGE AGAINST ME; 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

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

I woke up 2 a storm starting up out of nowhere, and it blew into a near-hurricane, and the winds blew phone poles down, but only right here in my area did that happen and cause a loss of electrical fucking power 4 a period of 3 straight hours. I thought that my power brick would hold if nothing was being used or drawn on, but I was indeed totally fucking mistaken. After an hour, POW, out it went as well, rotten cheapo piss-poor batteries. Just this morning around twenty past ten, the Comcast technician came out and reprogrammed my modem, and if I had been smart, I would have asked him 2B sure it worked if power went out and came back on, but I didn't; and no, it doesn't work. All service is out now as a result of the loss of power. This is Y of course they did not want me 2 ever have their goddamn fucking modem-battery that does last 4 a minimum of 24 hours if not used a lot during the outage. All I need is 4 the thing 2 stay on so it won't keep goddamn fucking up on me the way it is doing every time the enemies screw with me and kill my electrical power. Just after getting this thing repaired, a few hours later, boom, power goes off 4 longer than it has since last goddamn summer during another real OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE early one moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. This was a few months B4 my blogs had started up again last goddamn ass September. Every single goddamn thing that is happening 2 me is happening with a definite and absolutely discernable purpose and intent, and only a fucking moron retard would B unable 2C this if it were happening 2 them, IPYT. First, I wait 4 over 2 weeks 2 get the repair peeps out 2 fix the modem this morning, then boom, out goes the power just a few hours later, 4 long enough 2 kill my power brick's battery-back-up system. Then the Comcast scumballs did not ever ship my battery when I had the service set up and I requested it 3 times, and yet they billed me 4 the battery, as stated in prior blogs. Half of this month I have been without my full service that is absolutely paid 4 by me and in full, and the only credit they offer me is four dollars and ninety-five cents. I went out after my brick died and my modem went dead and the outage continued, and I drove 2 the local park and phoned my pal in Miami, Mike-P. Then I went to a Mickey-D, but their 'shake machine' was on the fritz, due 2 the storm, as many merchants in town, although their lights were on, their internet had been effected; and they had 2 do their things by hand, and get cellphone authorizations 4 charges not paid 4 with cash. I had lots of spurious peeps, and many I know fully well were Otammic enemies, screwing with me the entire time that I was out. I left the Mickey-D and drove 2 a 'Burger-Paula' further down the road south, and B4 going there, I bought a couple cans of soda at the Dollar Tree Store, in case I couldn't get any drinks at any fast food place. At the 'BK', I ordered a medium fries, and 2 plain double-burgers; and sat in my car with the windows rolled down 2 keep cooler, and ate my din-din in the parking lot, and watched some lovely distant lightning make her beautiful designs and colors above me in the distant western skies. When I pulled out my phone 2 call Mike at the park B4 going 2 the 3 stores after that, I somehow mysteriously lost one of my mother fucking earplugs in my shirt pocket. Not 2 worry, I have a couple of dozen spares here at home, but this really pissed me off and made my BOTBAR literally move on into the territory of goddessdog SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the shit around me was just like the famous musical hit songs that we all hear about throughout our lives, U know; they just kept coming and coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't begin 2 list literally dozens of annoyances and screw-ups. It was a day like nothing that I've fucking ass experienced since the late nineteen-eighties when this OTAMMIC NIGHTMARE from straight out beyond the gates of DOGTOWN itself, all reared its demonic ugly shit-head!!!!!!!!!! Things very recently have deteriorated into pathways naught experienced by me since three to four mother fucking decades ago!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am naught exaggerating here one lousy stinking goddamn bit, lovely Mizz Phone-Company BLAKE from 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could type so much that there would actually B over three hundred pages of my screams and rants, but I'll spare all of U that, YO! When I tried driving home after nearly two hours since the outage, it was still ongoing, and I knew it because our traffic light where I turn off the main drag was still out, and the traffic officer was still out directing the traffic. I went back and ate my Mickey-D food in a parking lot outside of a mini-mall, and then I killed more time, and eventually after enjoying lightning a while, and eating; I tried once again, and this time, the power was finally goddamn fucking restored. However, my ONLINE indicator-light as well as my TELEPHONE indicator-light on my COMCAST-MODEM was off, and after trying a couple of resets, it wouldn't come on, and at least they WERE ON after the first outage happened, despite services not properly operating 4 me. Now, poof, nothing; all is dead. I called up the 211 line 2 try and get some support. Those services R all totally worthless. They can't do jack fucking squat 2 help me, and they don't seem 2 care one tiny wee fucking ass bit either! Then I called Comcast and got eventually connected with an agent who was the most annoying ignorant idiot agent that I have ever dealt with in my entire life. I have a new appointment scheduled 4 Friday, and all the credit they will give me 4 all my hell with their rotten service was five bucks. They told me that I can get a battery at the Vero Beach 'xfinity-Store', and I kept telling him that they didn't have those modem batteries when I was there setting up my service, U may all remember that day. This was that wild day when I had my old Assurance Wireless carrier knock me off B4-I had completed the transferring of service, and then later learned that U do the transfer at the office of the new carrier place where UR switching your service 2. I would call 2 make sure but there is no number on the card, and yet I MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY REMEMBER HAVING THE SALES-REPS CARD IN MY WALLET, AND IT IS NOT THERE NOW. I MUST HAVE BEEN “SWITCHED”, AND IT WAS A LADY NAMED STACEY 'SOMETHING', AS HOW CAN I EVER FORGET THAT NAME OF STACEY? There is simply no way that I'd fucking lose her business card. I would bet a lot of money that I'll drive over there tomorrow 4 my battery and they won't have it. They refuse 2 let a technician-repairman bring me one either. Also the original agent who had 2 transfer me 2 the biggest idiot I've ever spoken 2 in my life, told me it was free 2 me under the program that I am on, but this agent said no, it is 65 bucks. Hey, it is worth it, but I'm listing all of these things in my complaint letter 2 the goddamn fucking FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. My letters will B in the mail B4 the Friday appointment techs arrive. These diseased entertainment world enemy pricks could have prevented me from ever having all of this hellish problem and woe-whiz-me hellishness with all of this, either by making sure I'd get a battery, or at least have one in the store or send it 2 me UPS which 3 goddamn fucking times they promised me they'd do, and they never did, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That idiot agent was playing a game with me, and tormenting me; and I know it, FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody could B as stupid as he was pretending 2B, and then that endless shit with their 'polite diatribe preset words', that R endlessly repeated of how much they R trying 2 help me, and how they value me as a customer, and literally a dozen or more other things that R a worthless waste of time; and yet get repeated over and over and not one thing is being said or done 2 actually in any smallest way, alleviate my problems. My health won't fucking take 2 much more of this abuse; FBI, ACLU, FTC, FCC, & World Court at the goddamn ass HAGUE!!!!!!! It just fucking ass won't YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know beyond any shadow of doubt that COMCAST is a major ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY GIANT, AND OTAMMIC ENEMY OF MARK WAYNE MOHR. There isn't one wee bit of doubt that they R trying 2 make me crazy and kill myself, Mizz AT&T BLAKE, and U.S. Copyright © Office of 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'd bet a trillion USD on it double or nothing, and on 'borrowed fucking mob-$$$$'. First we have Ed Snyder and the Flyers Hockey Team and the buying out of my small security company making it part of Allied Barton, then we get Mister Crichton of Disney, my kid's X-husband, and his association with Disney as part of the TEENNICK Channel. I can go on and on; the story all proves itself, merely not quite in court-acceptable evidence, & we all know that this is all bull-shit!

Diana's moon was with me when it got dark, and I could
C both her moon and Her lightning simultaneously while I was eating me' did-din at the mini-mall parking lot, B4 coming home eventually after being out from about 6:15, until about half past nine or so. During this time, there was one small area in the southwest that was clear, and it was still light enough; and the ALL DAY CHEMTRAIL FUCKING ASSAULT was still there, and was screwing with me beyond big ass time, folks, YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have made an absolute fucking decision now. I am 2 old 4 this. I will B dead if I don't run the fuck away from this TOTALLY EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, and so I WILL B DOING JUST MOTHER FUCKING THAT, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I won't goddamn lie 2 anyone out here, naught 4 one lousy ass fucking microsecond. I never thought that things would revert back 2 shit being THIS GODDAMN FUCKING HORRIBLE AGAIN. I thought that these diseased pricks had a tiny teeny weensy wee bit of non-Irish shame and humanity, but they DO NAUGHT, oh Mizz Blake, mahm'. They simply do naught. They know that I am a sick pathetic old man, and they R just ramming and reaming and pummeling me at full power without one small let up, and if I don't make a mother fucking run 4 my goddamn fucking life, I will B and yes, 2 quote Star Trek's great Squire Trilane here, “DEAD-DEAD-DEAD”, and without any assists from previously chosen fucking HUNTINGTON'S who once were also under this monstrous inconceivable Huntington Curse straight from beyond the goddamn gates of Dogtown. Yes ole' Herbert's kid Sir Arthur chopped his wife's head off with an ax, and then went 2 the bedroom down the hall 2 do his mother in law in with the same passion, and in the same way; B4 then proceeding down into his basement of his great Braintree, Massachusetts-USA home, where he copied the mighty STAR TREK'S General-Squire TRILANE and hung himself there, until yes peeps, he was “DEAD-DEAD-DEAD”. OH YES SIR, oh wonderful Detective Elliot Stabler of the illustrious “Law & Order-SVU” television show!

SO WOW-WOW-WOW-THAT, MISTER DAMN-ASS MACY!!!!

And I thought shit was bad back in time, Paulaking2011 and Patty-Paula, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, and AHA AHA AHA android0.9-MS!!!!!!!

I have absolutely no voice mail service, and no one is able to call my landline number. It seems 2 go right 2 a voicemail system only when I try and access the voicemail, there is no service whatsoever. It is half past six on Wednesday morning. My window 4 a Comcast repairman is between 8 and 10, and I don't think that they will come, and I am already 2 call the FCC and the FBI, to make a complaint against this entertainment world giant and major SPACEFORCE ENEMY who has been well paid by the M-CLUB most likely, 2 put me through this horrible fucking hell. Since April the 11^th I've had NO LANDLINE PHONE SERVICE OTHER THAN ONCE IN A WHILE IT WORKS 2 MAKE OUTGOING PHONE CALLS, AND 4 A SHORT COUPLE OF DAYS GIVE OR TAKE, INCOMING CALLS WERE WORKING, BUT 4 THE MOST PART, NO SERVICE, YET MY BILL IS COMING IN 4 FULL SERVICE EACH DAY SINCE 2 GODDAMN MOTHER ******* WEEKS AGO, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. I will B taking my landline phone service out completely after today unless I get a good reason 4Y this has all happened 2 me and am made up and compensated 4 all of this goddamn fucking total hellishness. This ELECTRONIC-UTILITY DEATH ASSAULT on me began on the 11^th of April and has worsened back on early Saturday morning when what was originally done 2 me went on a steroids fucking roll on April 22^nd and I most likely will CANCEL ALL MY COMCAST SERVICE SOON as I refuse 2 again go through years of their mother ******* endless bullshit persecution as I did 4 many straight years back at the goddamn PEEHA BUILDING. SOOOOOO, 'WOW-THAT'-34!

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I am ending this supplemental blog at eighteen minutes past one of the clock on this Thursday goddamn morning, April electrical (27), 2023.3 to the power of 3, the electron cubed or “HER NUMBER”, huh me' wuvwee Lightning? I've got your number, all your numbers; and a lot of your secrets now as well, oh lovely girl. Gee, imagine that Mister 34-MACY!!!!!!

Don't get me started today with numbers, dice cubes, etc!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, AND MY REVENGE WILL B LARGER THAN ANYONE

CAN EVEN START 2 GODDESSDOG FATHOM, IPYT PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF THE WORST 6 DAY STRETCH OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE

This is not happening. I have awakened into a brand new mother fucking AUGUST 15, 1986, BACK ON SATURDAY THE 22^nd of April, 2023, and it is literally AS BAD IF NOT EVEN WORSE THAN THE ORIGINAL TRIP INTO ETERNAL GODDAMN H---E---L---L!!!!!

As U may B aware so far, I was absolutely told and promised that if I go to the xfinity-store in Vero Beach, they would sell me a modem-battery. This never happened. I went there and was treated like pure total shit by two nasty guys that met a morning crowd at the door, and would not let anyone in except by appointment, and they told me, “they do not stock batteries, never did, nor will, and basicly 2 go and get lost”. This has 2B some nightmare that I will awaken from, oh FCC; only that is the exact same mother fucking thing that I goddamn thought back in August of 1986, and NEVER DID AWAKEN FROM THAT!!!!!!!!! I have had several screaming matches with total flaky nut case COMCAST AGENTS, and another one pursued after I got back into my car and drove off 2 a more secluded part of this large mini-mall parking lot nearby the xfinity-store, and was eventually told that I would B getting a call back later on in the day, and I never got one. The FCC wasn't nice 2 me either when I drove home 2 call them and complain. I am being billed every single day 4 ABSOLUTELY NO SERVICE WHATSOEVER WITH COMCAST. The FCC couldn't seem 2 care less, PRESIDENT BIDEN, GREAT SIR. WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE 2 ME, SIR??????????????? Then another gigantic storm blew up all over again around the very same time, knocking power off again three times, and it went back on each time within a minute, and unlike the over 3-HOUR outage the day prior, Wednesday. When I went out 2 pick up my emptied trash and recycle bins at exactly a quarter shy of 2 in the afternoon, a CRASH LEVEL CHOPPER JUST APPEARED OUT OF LITERALLY NOWHERE AND MADE ME JUMP A MILE. The mother fucking SPACEFORCE ENEMY was heading directly over my head at no more than ninety feet or so, heading due south and coming from the north; where I had just been shortly, when driving up 2 the VERO BEACH XFINITY-STORE, and totally wasting my gas, and going through an unspeakable nightmare fucking HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not happening by some random happenstance set of beyond fucking bizarre coincidences either, let me promise anyone reading these words of THAT, right 'damn-ass' now, Captain Spock-Kirk! Not one person cares what I am going through, not the peeps on the other end of the so-called caller-help-line of 211, not the authorities, nobody!!! Everyone is busy with their own lives, and R just allowing me 2 literally DIE HERE with no service that I am being DAILY BILLED 4. My doctors R naught able 2 reach me since they have my landline phone number, since I switched back a while ago, and gave them that number; and the list is endless, as I have no internet, no ROKU-TV service since there is no internet, no landline telephone; and 2 quote Mizz Motown-Ross oh so 1983 fucking perfectly here, “NO NOTHING”! My landlord is busy with his personal life and isn't even here. Lately he is always off at some hospital with problems of his own, and the lady who sent me into this hellishness 2 begin with, nabe-Dawn-Angela won't or can't help me, no one will or can, or cares at all; & after they put me in this nightmare 2 boot. I was living with what I had B4 that night when I saw her and some peeps that she was with out walking, and began somehow discussing this junk; and she then got me into this new crazy service that is nothing but an endless hellish fucking diseased nightmare on quintessential steroids!!!!!!!!!! I am literally sitting here out of my mind, and will have 2 make a run 4 it, OUT OF HERE, AND BACK EITHER 2 NEW JERSEY, where life at least WAS FUCKING NON-MOWRY AND QUITE 'REAL', or else run down 2 some South American country, and take just a few things, along with my VALID-PASSPORT!!!!!!!!!!! This can't go on. I will die if this hell is not somehow stopped, and no one will or seemingly is able 2 get it all stopped. I have absolutely no support system in place 4 these endlessly occurring emergencies, no family support, and (only family enemy hellishness), and on and on. Out of the previous 6 days now, 5 of them were all BEYOND FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR HELLISH DAYS, & that none of U out there could even survive. Let me goddamn ass assure U all of that, YO!

The same storm keeps coming back and winds gust well into gale-force, with absolutely torrential rains and flooding, and yet my landlord when I phoned him today and told him I have no service and cannot get any news, and asked 'just what gives' with this wild ass fucking weather; and he just laughs and says to me, welcome 2 FLORIDA! Power goes out every single day as a result. LIGHTNING is striking my porch over and over, & it is just like 1969 all over again, when I lived with my mom as a child of between age nine and fourteen years, at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, in good ole' 'WANNA' SPEND MY TIME'---WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. LIGHTNING would strike right outside my living room window literally over and over again all throughout both the summers of 1968 and 1969 as though SHE knew this entire shit up here in MY NOW HAPPENING FUCKING FUTURE TIME OF 2023!!! WOW.

Well 2 quote the great Sir MOE HOWARD HERE PEEPS, from the 3-STOOGES, one of the Howard brothers of the team; “I never heard of such a thing”!!!!!!!! I have never seen the weather like it has been, and I've gone through 4 FLORIDA HURRICANES NOW, ONE IN 2016, ONE IN 2017, AND TWO OF THEM LAST YEAR IN FUCKING ASS 2022. This is a beyond off the scale super damn ass weird situation. I know it, and I am aware that other peeps R all somehow being totally and absolutely 'BIBLICALLY PROPHESIED' MIND-HACKED about everything going on around them. U all know well if U followed these blogs, or archived them from back in 2006 and 2007, my first 2 years of this BOM-BLOG; that I discussed and labeled something called the 'PAWM-PIE', standing 4 the way that astral influences and totally invisible powers R fully and completely able 2 infiltrate and indwell matter worlds of this physical plane, and do all of the INFLUENCING STUFF inside of them, that conforms 2 their mother fucking will. This is also all 100 percent entirely goddamn BIBLICAL, and so just ask any good bible preacher 2 show U the exact spots where this junk is talked about IN YOUR BIBLES, folks!!!!!!!! U all just go right ahead and C if U can disprove the goddamn MOUNTAINPEN here. I dare one single fucking soul 2 try it, and or B able 2 do it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'PAWM' is the initials made from the words, PEOPLE-ANIMALS-WEATHER-MACHINES, and these 4 things or items or call it whatever U may wish 2 call it YO folks, as these 4 items R what these ASTRAL DAMN ASS FAWCES R ALWAYS WORKING THORUGH, AND ALL THE DAMN ASS FUCKING TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA-HA, ME' GODDAMN BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

My landlord has 2 come over eventually 2 collect his rent 4 the month of MAY-2023, so when he does, I'll discuss this with him, and if he cannot help me, I will run away from here, never 2 mother fucking return again; and then GOOD RIDDANCE 2 FLORIDA, AKA Flowerland-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I never got a callback as was promised by COMCAST. I did get another gigantic wild storm shortly after the closing bell on WALL STREET, a rinse and repeat of the day B4. There was major flooding, gale force winds, torrential rains, heavy DIANA, AKA Lightning, here by mortal worlders of this Earth-Planet, and yes; power outages. There was absolutely no reason 4 my mistreatment at their goddamn stupid dorky fucking phone store at the Indian River Mall of Vero Beach, 'XFINITY'. We R not back in COVID-TIMES. Then this kind of weird shitty behavior would B the norm. I asked my landlord, AKA codename, Mike Blandlord from earlier blogging texts and yes, he said, “absolutely there is no return of the Covid-19 NIGHTMARE”, and he had no damn rational explanation of what was happening over at that store late Thursday morning in Vero Beach, FLUSAESMWG! Still, it happened. All these assholes at the door kept saying 2 me was that there was nothing they could do 4 me, yet the agents in the 'IT-Tech-Department' the night previously absolutely told me 2 go 2 the place even after I insisted with them that they had told me that I am not able 2 purchase a modem-battery there. The nightmare day went on and on, and then it only continued 2 endlessly worsen and nothing I do is able 2 normally work out, or function the way that shit is supposed 2 normally work in everyday life. THINGS R COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY OUT OF THE WORST NIGHTMARES OF ANY FICTIONAL TYPE OF TWILIGHT ZONE TELEVISION SHOW OR OUTER LIMITS SHOW OR WHAT HAVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After I simply could take no more, around shortly past 7 last evening, as it is now 22 minutes past fucking one in the moUUUUUUrning, on this now Friday, 28 April of 2023, the 'demonic diseased DEVIL-23' numbered-YEAR, as we all know quite well; I then crashed onto my bed in my north-bedroom, and I awoke at about ten minutes past midnight on this now FRIDAY, 04/28/2023. I went outside and immediately, that same SPACEFORCE ENEMY CHOPPER WAS CIRCLING THIS RESIDENCE & PERSECUTING AND ENDLESSLY HARASSING ME, OH FEDERAL AVIATION ADMINISTRATION, (FAA), AND FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was ongoing at quarter past midnight-'12', and I stopped looking after about a quarter hour, turned on my computer, and BEGAN THIS BLOG. This is now my second SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY, as I cannot post anything up of course since I HAVE NO GODDAMN FUCKING INTERNET SERVICE, AS U ALL KNOW QUITE GODDAMN SHIT-EATING WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FCC; I've given up on ever getting a modem-battery. COMCAST IS PLAYING A NON-BEATABLE GAME WITH ME, AND U WON'T LISTEN 2 ME OR TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY AND MAYBE R IN ALL OF IT WITH THEM 4 ALL I MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN CAN KNOW HERE! What I will do is one of 2 things, and then if nothing can B done 2 rectify this new 'AUGUST 15-1986 HELL-2 DEAL' THAT I'VE BEEN MAGICALLY FUCKING TRANSPORTED INTO, MISTER DISNEY-MOWRY OF APRIL 11 AND APRIL 22 OF 2023 DEMON-YEAR; will B simply THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS: I will check out the best power back up systems available either at WALMART brick & mortar stores or available on my mother fucking AMAZON-online account; as I have heard from talking with local neighbors outside, during last summer's numerous electrical power outages, and despite their being very very fucking expensive, up to half a grand; but there R some back up systems that R good 4 up 2 one entire day, that's 24 goddamn hours, especially if all that is needed is 2 keep a modem on, and 'in-programmed memory', and not in real heavy usage beyond that. If this all turns out 2B the normal nabe-nonsense that I did indeed receive quite more than my share of over the past nearly one year here with some of these TRUMPER-NUT CASES; then it is time 2 CLEAR THE SHIT EATING CHRIST OUT OF THIS STATE, AND GET AS FAR AWAY AS I DID BACK IN DECEMBER OF 2009, WHEN I RAN AWAY FROM THE GREAT 'WASHCLOTH-KING CLAN' AND NEW JERSEY-USA AS WELL; YO BRO!!!!!!!!! So if I can get a really good powerful special back up system somehow, and somewhere 4 half a grand; then by the budget busted fucking gods, THIS IS JUST WHAT WILL NEED 2B DONE, as I cannot go on like this. I will check out places where generators R indeed sold, like those super expensive GENERAC GENERATORS. someone will either B able 2 solve my problem even here in HELL, or else it is time 2 pretend I am back in 12-2009 ALL OVER AGAIN, and run-run-run, far far far mother fucking cunt away from this place, 'all great corded songs', and lovely Jenny's everywhere, the world over; YO YO YO-ME' BREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! No one on this entire planet other than 4 fucking me, could take this much endless horrendous totally monstrous and inconceivable H-----E-----L-----L!!! It is 1:46 A.M., on the damn button, and my power just went out again 4 about two or three seconds. Now of course my power brick made sure that my trustworthy ole' 'cumpukeher', and TV-ROKU screen both remained on and running, and with no losses. Still this is beyond wild and crazy, and my SPACEFORCE FUCKING DISEASED ENEMIES have a perfect excuse 4 this all happening, which is this wild unexplainable PAWM-PIE CRAZY RECENT FLORIDA WEATHER PATTERN THAT I AM EXPERIENCING 4 OVER A WEEK NOW, AND WORSENING EACH GODDAMN CRAZY ASS FUCKING DAY OR SO IT DAMN ASS SEEMS, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Do I absolutely know that this entire APRIL of 2023 nightmare deal from HELL (DOGTOWN), is what is and should B called, an attempted murder of Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr? 2 perfectly and quite accurately quote lovely Mizz Cornfields Costner Annie, from the great wonderful movie called, “Field of Dreams”, from back in the late nineteen-nineties, “U BET YOUR ASS I KNOW IT”, oh world!!!!!!!! Oh great Sir-Holy Pope, oh Mister President JRB great sir, and who I'm endlessly rooting 4 here, oh World Court Tribunal System at the HAGUE; U bet that I goddamn know that this is an absolute attempt 2 kill and destroy me forever. I claim it, I directly accuse all those whom these BOM-BLOGS discuss R indeed a major fucking total part of it; and exactly like what happened 2 fucking me back on 08-15-1986, I can pinpoint with absolute total accuracy here, the precise time it began, as well as what is behind it; at least 2 my best awareness 2 this entire nightmare mess from far far far far far far-ass beyond any goddamn fictional twilight zone television show, YO!!!!! It all happened at around a quarter past nine of the clock, back on the goddamn moUUUrning, Tuesday morning, 11 April, of this beyond fucking diseased year of 2023. That holo-wheel that I managed 2 unplug in that alternate dream-reality, (parallel universe) being the more used term in this early 21^st century; along with these horrendous transdimensional DISNEY characters that I've proven 2 anyone out here, is indeed connected with me, or Y else is Mister Mike Crichton searching out my musical projects?????????? I knew in the summer of last year, 2022 when dreaming at that parking lot at that boat-rental lake property, owned by this guy who says that I am his dad; has done this entire thing 2 me, I KNOW IT, and deep down inside of a lot of U, my viewers, whomever U may B out there; I know fully well that U know it 2, or at least cannot completely shake the frightening idea and concept of it all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! I want so badly 2 completely tell the entire conversation between this fellow and a couple of other peeps, who at first in that dreaming experience, were around the two of us, and then later on left that office; but I am fully cognizant and aware that it would lead 2 my immediate and absolute fucking downfall, and so I simply cannot do it, me' fwolks! I do fully understand now, and U can all argue this with me all U may wish 2 out there in the lands of the psychiatric society, and fans of the 'DSM bible of the mind'; as I know the truth. I totally and fully and completely and absolutely know that the reason that 'Mister Dismow' as I'll CODENAME this dude, SIR SWAP, oh great sir from the dog-run park of Eastern Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG; came over 2 that very large sized red convertible automobile that time, and shut off my harmony track of the “YBCO” fish song about a very greedy Stone Harbor fisherman in New Jersey, back in the late summer time of the year of 1971; is indeed more complex than can B quickly told in any one, or even in any large grouping of these BOM-BLOGS, straight out from beyond Dogtown's gates!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, he was being honest with me. The forces will not allow my story out, and so my music does indeed blare out some very blatant and certain accurate truths that powerful Scott Ransom peeps wish 2 have endlessly hidden, forgotten, and remain unproven!!!!!!! Just having that song playing a wee bit loudly in that parallel universe caused a panic, as some type of a cosmic threat; and this same exact panic that the cosmos seems 2 feel each and every goddamn time that I ever try in any smallest way EVER EVER EVER, 2 tell and prove my horrendous story 2 this world!!!!!!!!!!! I swear this 2B the absolute utter and quintessential truth, so help me in the name of, and on the blood of my LORD, MASTER, SAVIOR, AND REDEEMER, JESUS CHRIST, who happens also 2B according 2 the great MASON LODGE, the oldest child in that generation of the now existing Scottish Huntington rooted family, of which I am directly descended from on my mother's mother's side of it. This would B the uncle of my 61^st grandfather if I read those great awesome 'LINEAGE FAMILY CHARTS' CORRECTLY, given 2 me by a Masonic top degreed, or 33^rd degreed MASON, back in the early 1990's, while I resided at lovely Mizz Patricia Meeker's Gibbsboro home, on Route #561. And now peeps, it is time 2 say something else from my past, B4-I'm fucking killed and murdered by this super diseased HALLS FAWCES CONTROLLED, SPACEFORCE, & also known as by me, 'AKA', my Spammenies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I have told everyone how my book from 1994, “The Permission Barrier”, all had a sort of weird 'unexplainable prophetic-ness 2 it', and how three unusual fantastic looking girls in their middle teens, from the early spring time of 1995, at a great park in NJUSAESMWG, had all said stuff 4 me 2 intentionally hear, at least, 'IMHO'; and how my book seemed 2 prophesy many things from automobile crashes, police problems, casino problems, the deaths of the two closest people 2 me, that being my best pal Sir Dave Roth and my mother; and I can go on and on, let me assure U all of that! But the great illustrious © Copyright Office, and many other peeps in this American government, also know only 2 mother fucking well that this book was no different than another very similar entertainment related item that absolutely connects directly into both the town of COLLINGSWOOD/COLLINWOOD, Sir Eugene Horowitz, who most know only as actor Michael Landon from his three most well known shows. First was “BONANZA”, then came “LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE”, and then finally came, “HIGHWAY 2 HEAVEN”. In this final show 'H-2-H', the episode that was titled, “Help Wanted Angel”, which I believe was one of the first eight to ten shows of the first opening season of the show; and fictional as it may of course B, did the very same thing that in my real damn ass life, my 1994 book went onto actually and really do in the real ass world. U need 2 all C this TV-show, B4U could then compare my book, and C this all 4 your damn ass selves, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!! This book accurately predicted many things as well, that only very recently, have I seemed 2 have apparently reached some wild newest conclusions concerning family, my entire nightmare situation; even my own goddessdog daughter 4 crying out louder than a freight train's bull-horn. Ages, voices, phone connected stuff, electronic connected stuff, inventions already created, or on my planning board so 2 speak, and on and on and on I could go here; believe THAT me' great peeps, and me' not all that great ones as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also many things connect up even far beyond just these simple opening things. This includes President Nixon's great world famous in those times and days, “Hatchet-Man”, Sir Chuck Colson (Charles), and my mother's telephone conversation and letter correspondence with him, in his more modern days from back then in the middle eighties; at his employment in a top world corporate and government office; the mighty and illustrious Raytheon Corporation. This man claimed 2B a great BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN, and he had a world famous ministry on top of a big and high paying position at the Raytheon Corporation. This ministry was a prison outreach religious ministry and he believed in being a philanthropist, which most likely was a result of the human emotions that all but 4 the sociopaths have, and a sort of repentant act of dealing with personal conscience and guilt's about stuff we've done in this damn life. One day shortly after my hellish death siege came upon me in August of 1986, and while residing at that nightmare Karpf death house in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG; he told my mother that he wouldn't B able 2 help, and that what I had gotten into went beyond his entire Christian-related abilities 2 render us any assistance whatsoever!!!! Also 'taking two pieces of this evidence and then comparing them together', just as the great Sir Henry Fonda discussed in that awesome wonderful movie called, “12 Angry Men” back in the 1950's; we have the great Nixon's Hatchet-Man saying that my stuff went beyond his Christian ability 2 render us any help whatsoever, a damn quote if me' ole' goddamn twustworthy memory is serving me even half way correctly here folks, and I twuwee think that it is; and now we add what my ole' bizz-part told me one day at the very end of the 20^th century and perhaps at the very start of this 21^st century; and most definitely at the very inception of our now 3^rd millennium; “Mark, you're problems go beyond religion”!!!!!!!!!!!! He gave me a look when he said that remark 2 me like he had just witnessed the newest resurrection of JESUS CHRIST, IPYT folks. I'll never forget it, as normally; we don't C lots of true fear in the eyes of peeps who stand 6 foot 4 inches and weigh 340 pounds of which was mostly rock hard deadly fucking muscle!!!! I kid U naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Annoyance Caller Bureau BLAKE from the AT&T!!!!!!!! I'll B calling U soon 2 switch over perhaps.

The very first words out of my mother's mouth, when she was literally brought back 2 life as human mortals love 2 call that phenomenon, at the John Kennedy Stratford Branch Hospital, in NJUSAESMWG; were, and this is a quote, oh wonderful “L&O” Television Show's Manhattan District Attorney Honorable Adam Schiff; “Mark, U shouldn't even B here, this is a mistake, U weren't ever meant 2 come here”. By 'HERE', she was talking about this physical or 'Madonna-Material World LIFE'!!!! Now I cannot speak here 4 the lovely 1970-1973 Amy Cooley, BUTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, BIG ASS BUTT, and yes, but; I can speak 4 myself, and what happened that day while I WAS THERE IN THE HOSPITAL, WITH MY MOM'S COWORKER AT THE GREAT SHIPPING COMPANY, SIR TOM SPEERS!!!!!!!!! This was the great man who told me that very day in the hospital cafeteria, that family secrets are a very bad thing, and that I did not really truly know just Y my mom had become a major 'drunk' all throughout the 1990's as each year progressed onward after moving into that lovely Mizz Meeker's 561 Gibbsboro home in early 1991, and after leaving the illustrious ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS forever, unit #1102. Well without rehashing Mister Star Trek's SPOCK and his lovely frozen lady pal from 5,000 years in the past, or any other not all that presently urgent junk and get on with this tale of my mom's fantastic statement made the second she came back 2 life FROM DEATH; she was beyond vehement about it and later as she grew a wee but stronger but still remained in that hospital and I would come there on my daily visits from the nearby SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE at 112 Harvard Avenue on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues; she would keep expounding on just what she had originally told me that moment upon her opening her eyes and telling me that wild thing. There is truly a whole HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE lot more 2 thisssssssssss yes lovely Mizz All My Kids 1983 Erica Snakes Lucci, mahm'. I will only open up a surface scratch here 4 right now, as I am one worn out tired and beyond fucking cunt upset dude right about now, YO peeps, YO!!!!!!!!! She told me more and more, she even had met the lovely teen goddess Pink Scylla, “STACEY” as my mom would call HER, actually meaning of course, NEECY, because on the Astral Plane of true energetic existence, where everything that is here and now would B multiplied by the square of the velocity of the photon (C-SQ) 2 put it in a mathematical term; the Earth-English pronunciation of the word-sound 'KNEE' and the word-sound 'STAY', is one and the same thing, & sort of another 'Kent and Superman' deal, if U will folks! Our Christian Holy words (the Bible), especially our King James Versions (KJV), show us the many names of “GOD”, on the Astral Plane (the spirit world or realm), or 'whatever', kind Federal Congressman and music-pal of mine from back between the years of 1975 through 1980. My mom went onto tell me that my music on this other plane was all over the place, played throughout the entire place, she without knowing it was referring 2 what is known there in the 'afterlife' as the Province Olympia, or 'OP' 4 short, Olympian Province. These R just simple truths, like it or naught, folks. Back in the middle and late 1960's, I was clueless that what had happened 2 Abraham thousands of years ago, was happening 2 me in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, on 10-SC AVENUE. Sarah Krassle (SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE) came 2 me there, and I was never told that this was the Almighty Singularity in a human form, at least Sir Abraham and husband of the eldest woman of fairly modern days 2 ever give child-birth, Sarah, at age 90 years, WAS INFORMED, but with me, SHE wanted only 2 play this crazy ass game with me. This is what I've been going through 4 a very long time now, Sir Paul Evans Pedersen, and sir Charles Prison-Ministries Colson, YO!!!!!!!! Very damn recently, Diana admitted something 2 me that is totally beyond super hyper-time HUUUUUUUUGE. She said that it is as natural 4 the ASTRAL PLANE GODS AND GODDESSES (COINS AND COILS) 2 TEASE MORTALS as it is 4 mortals 2 breath the air. I appreciated this a lot, but will never feel quite the same way about HER again while living here as the mortal me, as I had hoped that SHE'D made some wonderful exception with me, only SHE WILL NAUGHT or so it appears; lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE. She just fucking will NAUGHT, YO BRAHHHH!!!

Yes world, it seems that as Ricktofarious, lovely Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis loves me beyond anything, yet while I am here dreaming that I am the now-human being named Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, she won't give me special treatment, not ever. Naught 'ever ever never', Mizz Blake, and Mizz Ross; and both from goddessdog 1983. It is just totally as natural 2 them as breathing is 2 humans. SHE couldn't stop screwing with me if SHE wanted 2 in other words, folks. Well, this opens up another door that I've been so concerned with 4 decades now. Y won't lovely teen-goddess 'SSJKK' give me any special treatment either, and just endlessly keeps teasing me? Folks, U wanna' know who truly believes these damn words, he is not here humanly now, naught any longer, but he was, and he was a masterful and great GURU. I speak of the mighty Eckankar Sri-Master, known humanly as Sir Paul Twitchell. Trying 2 teach this concept 2 Earthers will naught B possible, as here, we hate teasers and bullies, and this would certainly qualify as the gods and goddesses being indeed and in fact, JUST THAT!!!! 'BUTTERCHEESE' and 'big ass BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT' BUTT-but peeps, YO; truth is truth, and is also the most simple thing ever, as we all know from our childhood experiences when we lie and of course then go onto get caught in our lying; and then KAPOW!!!!!!! It gets endlessly more complex and requires a terrific memory in trying 2 keep all of our ever endlessly growing lies all straight so that we do not get caught up. The simplest deal is always going 2B thus, nothing BUTTERCHEESE and BUT, THE TRUTH of things. So this simple and ugly, yet still absolutely indisputable TRUTH with all of this is that Sri Eck Master Paul Twitchell and great book author, who wrote in his fantastic book titled, “Stranger by the River”, tells how he tried 2 go directly 2 the SINGULARITY (GOD) as most will insist on calling this unfathomable zero dimensional ultimate and absolute sentient omniscient force, and when he did, he was met by some more incredible shit than anything that my Morianity has yet 2 tell or try and get into, as up until this very week of quintessential HELL, I still did not quite GET IT, naught the entire all and everything involved in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We cannot make direct contact with the ultimate force, GOD it won't work, and scripture if U read it through in an honest and earnest attempt 2C the real truths involved here without adding into the mix any smallest parts or portions of your human desires or prejudices that make us play games like my mom's famous 'feel-good head-games', and C only the absolute truths here; as then and only then do scriptures truly come alive, and right out 2 bite us all in the ass, with some extremely unpleasant shit, such as nobody can ever call GOD, GOD can only call us, and if we ain't got a city pass and our names in the great City Hall registration book of the OP capital city of SDK, WE CANNOT B SAVED OR GET SAVED HERE ON EARTH IN OUR NOW PRESENT AND PHYSICAL FORMS. This is biblical, and any damn preacher who denies this, is a fool or a demon, or just plain stupid, and needs 2 reenter the seminary schools B4 their becoming properly ordained as any type or kind of a minister of GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still peeps, this is stuff that is not pleasant, and could possibly lead 2 global anarchy or worldwide destruction if carried far enough, and so this may B indeed just Y this is never taught or shown 2 those who would never actually intelligently pick up a BIBLE and seriously try and C what SINGULARITY is honestly saying 2 us all, YO, this wild teen-queen Pink Scylla GODDESS, YO YO YO YO-HA, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

'Hydroglacia', that great pulsar star that we all C up in the night skies from time 2 time, also is making an appearance recently, and at the very same time may I also add herein folks, as this entire early April-2023 nightmare hellishness began 4 me. This is absolutely no goddessdog fucking coincidence peeps, and IPYT!!! Approximately one half damn hour B4 the second of this 2-PART utility-electronic assault began 4 me at around half past three in the moUUUUUUUrning of 22 April, I was out on my porch drinking a Mountain Dew soda, and I looked up, and there she was; good ole' mother flagging pulsar-star HYDROGLACIA!!!!!!!!!! I walked back in and began 2 activate my computer and KAPOW, all of DOGTOWN just suddenly and quite 'magically-mysteriously' broke loose 4 poor 'NON-RON-MTPN', or AKA Mark Mohr, or just, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I don't have 2 tell any of my viewers now or ever, that I am not GOD. I am just a pathetic pitiful little nobody as well as a sub-poverty stricken slob stuck in this endless hellish nightmare misery that he has named himself, this HUNTINGTON FAMILY 5,000 YEAR OLD MOTHER FUCKING CURSE; and I cannot
B sure of anything, and I never claimed that I could B YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I'll go on endlessly mentioning shit and blogging all the shit going on around me, so that nothing ever gets cock sucking missed here peeps, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U have 2 remember that these astral 'coins & coils' have zillions of times the energy that humans have in their astral realm truth. This is Y of course we end up dreaming out here in the post-BB realm of this physical plane into little clay blobs with a physical world manatoo inside of it, that is scared 2 death 2 ever perish and does not have any real astral essence whatsoever, and this is Y no matter how horrible life is with us, most of us still within the range of sanity, cling endlessly 2 this physical life attachment. Coins and coils R what we mortals call and think of in our human mind awareness systems as “the gods” or simply GOD, and that part is the absolutely HUUUUUUUUGEST possible error of them all as there R gods and goddesses as well as one absolute ultimate force, the great 0-D (Singularity) that does indwell the Phase-2 Astral existence, mostly staying and interacting in HER capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or CITY OF SARAH KRASSLE, and the 'DAL' means either 'CITY' or 'CITY OF'. Astrally, SARAH is SAHASRA, and KRASSLE is KANWAL, and is all a part of that magical phenomenon never yet discussed by Mountainpen's BOM-BLOGS, or 'Morianity'. This is all part of the 'CROP CIRCLE phenomenon', here on the mortal world Earth-Planet. Singularity created the ASTRAL or the 'PLANCKTIME', as the scientists and astrophysicists all call it, and IT also created the main and capitol province in all of this timeless endless purgatorial ASTRAL-PLANE of energetic endless existence without actual space or time that is part of human and physical matter world life. It created a capitol city, an identity of ITSELF THERE in ITS CITY, and created ITS FAMILY, even right down 2 creating ITS parents who absolutely and fully believe R in fact HER PARENTS on this Astral Plane's great capitol city of SDK. But all of ITS astral-world-family are made up of COINS & COILS, and they have an energetic or astral level of ERG-units in a relationship 2 our human world race of beings. Most humans here on this Earth, have approximately one sextillionth of the energy that a coin or a coil has. No human can ever truly relate 2 such a number, not even 50 Einstein's all put together, and that IPU. The few enlightened humans here such as the NON-RON-MTPN, have approximately one quintillionth of the energy that a coin or a coil has, and that is because if we did not already have about 1,000 times more true astral energy than the other humans do, we could not have ever become enlightened humans, or 2 quote lovely West Atlantic City resident 4 many years, up on the Julian Black Horse Pike by the Abseacon Bay, the illustrious and lovely Mizz 'world renown' Julia; “A BEING”! This was a powerful speech that was given 2 me by her one evening at shortly past seven of the clock in the autumn of the year of 1996 during my frantic and beyond mind crushing insane obsession 2 locate the great teen goddess from my 1960's past in Atlantic City, the great SARAH KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!! Lovely Mizz psychic Julia told me that I need 2 become, “A BEING”! At the time, I thought that she was speaking in absurd crazy ass riddles, and nothing that she was telling me was making one wee bit of goddessdog sense 2 my then very limited mind!!!!!!!!! In full truth here, if my true amount of ASTRAL ENERGY where my truth is, where the real me truly is in other words, didn't contain this extra approximately 1,000 times greater energy amounts than 99.9999999 percent of my fellow human beings and not the advanced or the enlightened human beings, then what she was telling me would have been lost forever, forgotten, and never utilized and understood by me at some later and future human world date within my now current lifetime or dreaming-physical-sequence. But still here is my point 4 most likely nobody out here ever, as most R not 1,000 times amplified with higher values of astral true energetic reality. It is simple, 2 me, and I guess, not 2 anyone else, as the first thing a forever unenlightened human will B thinking upon hearing anything even remotely similar 2 these words is, “This is a bunch of lunacy, the dude's just a total whackadoo fucking crackpot and should B put away B4 he hurts himself or someone fucking else, YO”!!!!!! That is what those less by 1000 majority of humans R always going 2 think, and I should of course totally B aware of this and know it all by now, Mister Islander Joel, oh rock star sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, 4 the record, the future, or 'whatever' my old pal and then onto becoming a great Federal United States Congressman Honorable Sir, and me' ole' pal from 1975 through 1980; I am gonna' make my pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens of New York-USA!!!!!!!!!! We may love our pets here on Earth, 4 the most part this is dogs and cats. Still, we don't abuse them or tease them unless we R deranged and psychopathic and mentally ill. It is now completely illegal 2 do this and when I was young, it was only a very small misdemeanor and no one would go 2 jail 4 animal torture like things work today, but my point is that Gods and Goddesses do in fact torment and torture us all the time, they do this, they then watch this and Mister William Shakespeare was put onto this wild incredible knowledge. He was actually told this by the GODS, and from this he gleaned his wisdom that led 2 his still very famous statement of, “All the world's a stage, and we're all but players in the show”. Lightning admitted 2 me a week ago that SHE had indeed whispered that into his ear beginning when he was still a growing lad, and kept telling him this, only she refused 2 tell me Y SHE had chosen him 2 tell this wild information 2 back hundreds of years ago in the 1500's, and then during his later days, when he was collaborating with the English KING JAMES 2 have the BIBLES that we all read today translated into ENGLISH, hence Y they R called what they R, King James Version (KJV), and all throughout the project; SHE (Lightning) continually reminded him of that powerhouse fucking truth, 4 reasons that SHE just won't give 2 me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now back in 1986, and the night B4 my entire hellishness all got started in middle goddamn ass August; my pal Sir David Roth and I drove down 2 the seashore, a place that anyone who lives in or near the state of New Jersey knows only 2 damn well, Long Beach Island, or LBI 4 a shortened accepted abbreviated naming of this 'joint', Mister Golden Nugget 'WINN'-CHEAT! I had just taken a Mountain Dew soda bottle, a large 32 ounce glass bottle as in those days of 1986 & B4 the new age and the PC days where plastic replaced glass on these type of products 4 safety and PC reasons (politically correct), and now this would never had been done since aluminum and plastic cannot B broken, and I needed 2 use something that could B shattered big time, such as this very large used up and now empty glass soda bottle. I needed 2 place this on my MAGNESONIC system with a glued on sheet of paper rapped around it and a face on it representing Sarah Krassle who in those times, I along with my pal Dave Roth began 2 believe that she was the cause of my recent woes and ills befalling me since my adult life began and leaving the Cooley Hall and high school shit behind, YO. I made this image-object of Sarah Krassle (SSJKK), empowered it on my transpower block, and I then used the 'D-punishment sequencing system' of this metaphysical computer, by setting my DESIRE-KEY off of the J-normal & neutral position into the operational setting of 'I' 2 start the bi-tones that the telephone connected system would then engage into 2 start this all happening. I empowered this image right there in my home, owned by Sir Richard Karpf in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, at 1931 Route 70 (Marlton Pike), after Dave Roth and I had gone down into the basement and kept dropping the bottle from the ceiling down onto the cement floor over and over until finally after five drops or so, CRASH, it shattered, and of course the paper covering with the face image kept shards of dangerous glass from spewing all over the 'joint', oh mighty Mister Steve W. So after this, Dave and I drove down 2 LBI, and we dug a deep hole near the ocean, and proceeded 2 bury the thing. Dave lit up a match and threw it into the hole and then he spit on it, so I copied him and spat on it as well, and then we covered up the hole completely and thought that that would B that, only by the fucking cunt gods from hell itself, it was naught just THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly like total movie magic from a Halloween Callio-Botbar movie, the winds picked up into gale force, the ocean got super rough and waves grew unimaginably tall and the weather went absolutely mother fucking crazy as all shit eating get out, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We ran off the beach and back into our cars, and then drove back home. This was a night I'll never forget, and was a lot like this new age replication here and now in middle and late April of the 2023 year!!!!!!!!!! This is when all lights out began happening 2 me. A sore ear that I had had 4 about two days suddenly got super infected and after dropping Dave off at my house so that he could get into his car and drive back 2 his home, I drove over 2 my local hospital, the Garden State Hospital. When that problem was resolved and I got some medication there 4 an extreme ear infection and drove home and went 2 sleep, I remember trying a quick I-CHING deal and I forget which of the damn hexagrams I threw, but I fell into a deep slumber from then which was around one thirty in the morning, and then slept soundly until around ten or nearly ten that morning, and when I came out into the living room and my mom brought me a cup of scalding hot tea, I spilled it all over myself and had 2 go right back 2 that very same fucking hospital 2 have some 2^nd degree burns treated. The doctors called me jokingly, their revolving door patient. I recall that like it was ten fucking ass minutes ago. But this began something that had no explanation and had no possible way of ever escaping from, YO. Every single day on my life charts, that I had been faithfully keeping with numbers ranging from 1-5 on 4 different life-parameters each and every day without fail; and suddenly these numbers began doing something that was never ever done B4, since I began this life chart or number-diary as I called it on my life journal back in those times. I had about one out of twelve days that were 1-1 RATED days, and I had a lot of 3 and 4 numbers, with even the rare but definitely there upon occasion, 5 ratings, mostly a general life and moods and attitudes of 5-4, or 4-5, but the rare 5-5 did happen, and never did I get long strings of BOTBAR 1-1 RATED DAYS, NEVER, and these charts began in middle July of 1982, just over 4 years ago from that date in August of 1986. Now, just about every day was nothing but endless mother fucking columns of 1-1, 1-1, 1-1, U get the damn idea. U get the hellish goddamn ass idea folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't get me on the threat that I made 2 SATAN the DEVIL regarding my passing out religious tracts in his fave city in southeastern No Joysey, good ole' Patty HHH's recent residence, B4 her marriage 2 Tennis Player Mister HOWARD, and her move into Mount Laurel 4 a short while, B4 then leaving 4 her true 'love-state' of good old Eastern frikkin' NEW YORK-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WOW-2-THIS, huh Mister 34-MACY?????????? Yes, I tried 2 threaten the left spinning subatomic HALLS FAWCES, but it did me naught one wee speck of fucking ass good, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRO! When the endless new phenomenon of strings of horrendous days came upon me, my deal was that 4 every single BOTBAR, 2 tracts would B passed out in his wonderful lovely city of GLOUCESTER. Then 4 every 2-string of BOTS, 4 tracts would go out my car windows as I drove throughout the city in the wee morning or very late hours so I wouldn't get caught and fined 4 littering. Then if 3-BOT strings come, 6 tracts, 4-BOT-strings, 8 tracts, and so on; only SATAN would not stop, and I finally LOST MY MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN BATTLE WITH THAT SON OF A SHIT EATING BASTARD PRICK BITCH!!!!!!!!!! Things endlessly deteriorated from there, and it never ever mother flagging even attempted 2 ever look back 4 me again. LIFE AS I HAD KNOWN IT, AND BORING, MEDIOCRE, AND ROTTEN AS IT WAS B4; had literally taken a brand new endless pathway straight into ETERNAL FUCKING DOGTOWN, AKA MORTALLY, (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But now I am going 2 end this blog by telling U about brain neurons or 'whatever' kind Congressman Robert Andrews, Honorable Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, tell Admiral Perry that his lovely niece was extremely mean 2 me at the great DQ, and thanx 4 nothing 4 answering your official letter on your stationary back in the summer time of 1996 circa right B4 my transitioning into the Somerdale home that I purchased right behind your mighty office there near the train station, leaving the awesome lovely & illustrious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF wonderful WILLIAMSTOWN forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great ole' music pal, SIR, I enjoyed speaking 2U at that Williamstown town-meeting at the municipal building that day while still at the Highview, and back then, I had not put together that U were the dude from my past who had sung my songs, Spirit Peace, Love so High, and Long River Blues. Hey, don't feel bad Rob-Bob-WHATEVER, I didn't remember just who Patty & Merry were either when I started up these blogs in January of 2006, and in fact, it took me half a decade 2 begin 2 realize this mess from DOGTOWN ON CUBED AND CUBAN STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO!!! Yes Sir Honorable Andrews, your 2 assistants then Sir Phil Petru and Sir Steve Petersen if my memory is a wee bit accurate here, wrote that letter 2 the great dude who once told me back in 1988 while I resided in Moorestown, on West Central Avenue, #114; “Mister Mohr, what UC and read in the newspapers, we C and read in the newspapers”, a direct quote from him then sir, B4 he was the great admiral but was there at the great Pomona non-Krassle nightmare FAA-SPACEFORCE of the future!!!!!!!!!!!! It was your newer assistant about a year later kind sir and ole' pal, a dude named Sir Clarence Harris, and who I became friends with, and who owned a home not that far away from the Highview Apartments, in the neighboring town of Sicklerville. He was trying 2 assist me in my great illustrious search and quest 2 locale the great Sarah Krassle or SSJKK (Goddess Scylla Pink) of my boyhood days in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. He was with me at the great 'Abseacon DQ' when lovely QUEEN-KATY was treating me like some damn criminal and 4 absolutely no good reason whatsoever, YO ole' musical pal from quite a long while ago, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, 'WHATEVER'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes let us finish up and get back on pernt now, concerning the topic of brain neurons or whatever this all is, and here we go here. This may blow some goddamn ass minds, YO BRRR!!!!

When I am having days of endless wild assaults and super BOTBARS such as in APRIL of 1986 and rivaling the starting of this entire fucking nightmare back in August of 1986; if I close my eyes and place my hands tightly over them as well leaving only a necessary opening area of mouth or nose so that I may keep on breathing and pissing off the SPACEFORCE or my Spammenies, or 'WHATEVER', oh kind ole' pal, and later turned United States Federal Congressman. Suddenly a lot of colorful brilliant dancing dots begin 2 materialize inside of my beingness, remember my eyes R closed, and this doesn't happen unless I am having a day so horrible and string of days so beyond fucking monstrous that truly no amount of speech and words can do any justice in explaining it; but this is beyond a MACY-STACEY-34-WOW-WOW-WOW of any great numbers anywhere at all, in all of fucking cosmos, and beyond. I don't know if anyone else has this incredible deal, but try it, Y don't U, as after-all; even anyone of U will eventually get a 'really rotten trying type of a damn day'. If all of Dogtown breaks loose in your life, C if this happens 2U. I'm just interested although I doubt anyone out here will ever comment or tell me, 4 whatever reasons. This is another reason that I know I am not living in the real world that I know that once indeed I did reside in B4 this 1986 incident all went down around me, Mister 1980-RPL-Joe Sivo SIR!!!!!!!!! Oh-U-lunch thief U; SHEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!! Do it willya' Sir Chester-Frank, do it? GEEEEE-whiz-fizz, YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!

Time is 6:05 A.M., Friday morning, 28 April of 2023

This is THEE WORST MONTH OF MY LIFE SINCE 1986 DAYS!

This now ends this supplemental blogging entry.

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, BEGINNING ON APRIL 11 OF 2023 WITH A 17-DAY DEATH ENDLESS UTILITY AND ELECTRONICS SIEGE, AS WELL AS A DEATH AIR SIEGE WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS AND CHEMTRAILS, IN THE WORST PERSECUTION OF ME SINCE THIS BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

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, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND

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

5:55 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

25 APRIL, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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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 a 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 MURDER, 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 may 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. I 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: (Yes it sure did get a lot worse)!

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' GOOD 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 characters and some world 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, and 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, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! 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 that 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 her; and she was a miniature version, & only resembling her facially; and 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 of their very 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's 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, so 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. Now 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 exactly as powerful as my 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 send 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 A.M., & 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 everyone, 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!!!!!

He told me they R trying 2 make me

off myself, as they won't ever do it.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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?

AHA-AHA-AHA, MIZZ DONNA MCK-DS!

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

CAN'T U HELP ME SOMEHOW PRESIDENT JRB?

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' cut me a damn 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 9 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, Just click into www.morianity-foundation.com/ and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR information, as this 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!!!!!

I ain't making up my history with the damn Macy Club, YO!

PEOPLE; THIS IS A CAP-JOB FROM MY 2007 BOM.

JESUS HOLY HOLLY HOLLISTER CHRIST, YO!

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

Chapter 2

Remember what Dawn and Don said about 5^th Ave?

*****My blood is on your hands*****

The fucking FBI needs 2 take me damn seriously, YO!!

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.

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

I CAN PROVE EVERYTHING I HAVE SPOKEN ON ANY OF MY 17 YEAR-LONG BLOGS NOW, GREAT FBI.

CAP job from the LOC © Office, oh FBI.

[ 12 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

PAu002506106

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 way 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 all truth, and B thrown off of 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, Professor Deturch. 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, OH 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, YO-YO-YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 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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PLEASE HELP ME FBI, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE. MY BLOOD AND MURDER IS ON YOUR CONSCIENCE, AND IS ENTIRELY YOUR RESPONSIBILTY.

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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll ask any of U just 1 more time, HOW WOULD U ENJOY BEING ME UNDER THIS GODDAMN HUNTINGTON CURSE, YO?????????????????

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

© 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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*Callio Callio Callio Callio Callio Callio*

CALL TEN, CALL TEN & WITHOUT ANY BRAGS

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,

& YES, '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 is 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

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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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 27 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 goddamn fucking correct!!!!!!!

My asshole nabe's 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”!

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

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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”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
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(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, BRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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 4^th 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 18^th 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?

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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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