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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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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Crane Sir, from TCE back in 1991 somewhere at our security posts in Deptford, NJUSAESMWG; allow me pweeeeeeeeze 2 say here 2 this rotten wicked miserable ole' world, “Here is 'whats-ahupnin', OH U WONDERFUL GREAT PAL, and Sir Derrijo Exxon from 1983”: Yes, here's the scoop, all U great newsy's out there, YO! First, the censored first posted blog 4 this new month of 05-23 had quite a few weird things happening 2 it even B4 it got originally sent up to BDC. One of the pages of the recent top of the blog, rather than underlines coming put, the codings somehow told the BDC computer software programs 2 create a barely visible yellow line, rather than the normal way that it should have come out. Another wild crazy thing happened when I finished posting and re-reading it up on the BDC site and went 2 shut off my computer system. My blue power light has come back on, just as futhermucking mysteriously as it went out over the weekend early on Saturday freaking moUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!! There are literally zillions of small items like this that I could if I so chose 2 do, make a virtually endless darn butt list of it that would stretch on 4 literally a hundred pages of text, and it simply wouldn't B worth my doing it. Just take me at my word concerning it, or don't, C if I give a dog vomit chewing hoot pollute. Then the wild spike on Saturday the 29^th on my blog page-views count. Nearly 1,000 views out of nowhere just popped in, after the worst monthly view average of any month since this blog practically started. Truly, proving April of 2023 out 2B the most putrid rotten diseased darn butt month of my entire life, just as claimed by the Mountainpen, YO BRO!!!!!!! But the wildest thing of all is the computer power LED-light, as even the Techy-guy could not fix it nor understood Y is happened, yet again, all now is just fine and like it never happened at all, poof; more Endless Hewitt-Mountainpen Magical Dog-Stench, or 4 a nice abbreviated way 2 put it, 'EHMMDS'. Ever since August of 1986 when this original hyperspace-TOSE nightmare began 4 me while residing in the rented home in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG owned by dirt-ball Sir Richard Esquire Karpf and family; this goddessdog futhermucking EHMMDS has been a new part of my life, and there seems 2B no escaping it, hard as I've bleepity bloopity tried 4 more than 3-DOZEN YEARS now folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had someone comment many years back that sort of back door admitted that she envied my life of magical junk. Mahm', I feel very sorry 4U that U could possibly remotely feel that way after reading my nightmare story and seeing just how totally miserable the Mountainpen pen as a result of this ENDLESS PUTRIDNIGHTMARE BURNING HELLFIRE SQUARED! Mahm', I'd trade places with U faster than 1000 starships all put together could ever travel fictionally through space, so if U ever find a way 4 us 2 accomplish that whittle trade, well, or Sir Nixon, WELLLLLLLLLLLL, crooked or naught; I'm more than ready 2 saddle up and RIDE, all great SALLY'S, BILLY'S, and songs, and daughters, and stars, spelled any way U like. Peeps; U bet your darn buns and cream cakes on toast that I live perpetually in a wild world of beyond Merlin's MAGIC, but do I sound one wee bit Irish-happy heredahelda and HERE, Sir Mike Soft? Do I anybwuddy, YO, do I weelwee, YO???????? Hey Margie from the McFly darn days YO, “CUT ME A BRAAAAAAAAAAAAKE”, willya sweetie??????????????

Fplks, this is not a brag. I live in a magical kingdom and so do all of U. I merely have an endlessly perceivable tracking device and connection with it. Call this my particular beingness-personality, or anything whatever-else, Sir Congressman, but facts R facts, like them or hate them, peeps. My stuff is real. Your stuff is real. We R just who we R; U, and me. If two peeps move into a tiny shack where ten million bucks is hidden behind some wall panels in the attic and I come 2B aware of it and U don't, well, guess who is going 2 have a major life-change? Still, the actual reality never altered one wee bit. Up until one day when U simply R out and away and I decide 2 go upstairs and clean out the loot and vanish away, U had the same theoretical chance 4 a life altering experience that I did. This living in magical circumstances is no different than this example, IPYT folks. I know how 2 do all kinds of things, and yet, it will never do one thing 2 lift me out of my hell, because my entire situation is all part of a family plan from about 5,000 YEARS AGO. I HAVE NO REASON WHATSOEVER 2 MAKE THIS TALE UP and shout it out onto a blog, NONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is absolutely no conceivable possibility 4 my wanting 2 get myself sociologically ostracized either. Give it a wee bit of serious cogitation, thought, meditation, and evaluation folks. Maybe eventually a few of U may just begin 2C the light here with all of this horse puke! I know how 2 things that the mighty genius minded Einstein claimed R totally impossible such as consistently beating the game of Roulette. I know how 2 communicate with the great Holy Spirit directly and knew this when no one else had even a small clue, as now, others R experimenting with direct communications with the electron, but not in 1983 when the Mountainpen was doing it at his home at 134 Norris Avenue in Atcochoke, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!! Now 4 absolutely no rhyme nor reason, the underline of the words on this program just began, and I had 2 highlight it and click on the prompt above 2 remove it, but there was no reason whatsoever 4 that 2 have happened. This stuff happens 2 me endlessly. If it ever stopped 4 a few months, in all honesty folks,I doubt I'd know how 2 handle my new life at least until I could readjust 2 pre-August of 1986 times in maybe a year or so. What I don't know how 2 do is B a normal human being, despite that being the most desperately desired wish that I could possibly ever futhermucking have, me' peeps!!!!!!!!!!! Who outhere caneven start 2 fathom a family such as mine? Y would my own mother conspire with a woman who happens 2 arrive one day at her shipping company office as a coworker, lovely Mizz Patricia Hollister, and after being told as I know she had 2B, agreed with my baby-moma 2 keep this lifelong secret away from her own darn son? If one person oyut here can offer me a good reason 4 any mother, even some crackhead hoe, doing this 2 her own dang son, well, please comment and tell me the answer, and don't say well, you're special ed, so they figured it would B4 the best 4 all concerned, as this was sort of impied by a nasty fellow named Sir Eric when I shortly arrived here in Flowerland-USA and told him my sad tale shortly after telling it 2 the peeps at the local area SAFE-SPACE Agency. First he tells me, “Mark, all U did was fertilize an egg”, then later on in slightly more gentle and gentle words, he added what I just said above. I remember thinking at the time, the dude should B working in the United Nations Building in NYC as an International Diplomat. The lingo may have been all flowery and soft, but I remember feeling about three stinking inches tall when I clocked out later and was driving home back 2 my rotten PEE-HA Building apartment back in the summer of 2011 sometime. SHEEEEEEEEOOOOOT; DAD and DAWN!!!!!

Oh baby do I hate this horrible rotten Earthly life, that U all cherish and treasure so much. Oh baby!

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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's supposed 2B another hot but dryer week.

The entire state of Florida is talking about the recent wild crazy ducking 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 slit 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 mucking confident that U all know 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 trucking 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 goddarn assaults also started up even heavier 4 me, there is a loud bunch of trucking noise on the system, much louder than the program source making it completely unusable until this TOTALLY ILLEGAL GODDARN 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 mucking 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 trucking things happening now ever since the PART-2 of this major assault began on early clucking butt Saturday morning on April 22^nd of this demonic hellfire year of endless dog-slit!!!!! Also, when I drove over 2 mother mucking 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 trucking procession of sheriff and cop-cars all zooming towards the situation 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 it 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 their large lot, but otherwise Idabin stuck there 4 a good quarter hour or longer, burning up more of my pitiful yucking 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 lucking HERE truly is, just as with B4 on August 15 of 1986, when I came out of that mind boggling trucking 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 TRUCKING SYSTEM JUST CRASHED 4 ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHER YUCKING REASON AT ALL AT 4:25 A.M., FBI, SHERIFF KJM, ACLU, & IT HAPPENED 4 ABSOLUTELY NO GODDARN 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 STICKS 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 sucked up my document in a significant way, and wasn't able 2B restored; I would B SUPER BOTBAR X 6 OR WHATEVER, BUT I AM STILL HOLDING AT BOTBUR, so remember those non-daughter-name-meanings now peeps! SHE is lucking 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 TRUCKING MANHATTAN-MACY-CONTROL now, or out of MMC would B a great way 2 use 4 any needed stucking butt 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 CORPORATION, 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 AND ME' 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 goddarn butt 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 all non musical parts on those 2 © projects, so that any spoken words merely were lyrics that matched 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 from Cooley 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 trucking killing me, and I cannot take any more of this nightmare hellishness, WC-@ the HAGUE!!!!!! But my pernt here was about Sir Bruce A.P., who was me classmate in Misses Mildred B. Young's morning class, and also was in Sir Daniel Mackey's great afternoon class. The entire story fits, and yet only a team of trucking Einsteins' would ever B capable of ever putting this entire nightmare on quintessential goddessdog steroids all together; YO ME' BREEEEEEE!!!!!! Way back when Bruce was making his speeches that we R all humans and nobody's perfect, and then coupling thisssssssss 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 lucking BRAAAAAAAAAKE here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? Jesus Christ, & 61^st grand-pops-Uncle; what GIBBS and what's GIVENS here; oh 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 trucking butt 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 of 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 butt 2023, & all beginning in early middle April, and just as with 1986; NOT EVEN TRYING 2 MOTHER LUCKING EVER LOOK BACK 4 ONE DARN BUTT NEW YORK MICROSECOND!!!!! SHE had my entire computer hacked, 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 darn butt soul about, not ever, naught ever ever never; oh Mizz 1983 phone-company BLAKE, mahm'! I know what 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, as with enough power, along comes endless license or “PERMISSIONS” 2 do anything we want, & on or off of mother ducking 5^th AVENUE in NYC-NYUSAESMWG!!! Hey, we all know that I blogged major zit in 2006 and 2007, and 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 FOLKS, of course Ida just shut the duck up so as 2 have avoided all of this goddarn butt blow-back that I am now being pummeled and bombarded with, from the MACY GANG of WASHCLOTHS!!!!!!! I talked about Bruce and what he said, I talked about the black cat 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 that my kid is killing me now, along with her pal and 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 trucking butt 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?????????????

So let us C if it was the cursing or the other unspeakable content that is being illegally censored off in this absolutely un-free USA!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

“BOY OH BOY OH BOY”, OH GREAT COSMOS, & ALL BILLY'S OF PHASE 4 TOO”

Well Mizz Hollister and her friend Santa Claus, or his doppelganger ''look-alike'' aniwho, helped my mom and I move from the Russ Thaxton 'Chain Steal/take' Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March of 1975. She also is directly quenergy responsible, for my learning and practicing the great Fascitar Ancient Black Art, Huh Steve Pointerplants Earlydinger???????? Well, without delving too deeply into Annie Wilson, her sister, her mama, or her great magic man, or hit record a short while later; I'll merely say that Shirley, Patty's coworker and girl-pal; put me onto this wild medical office just off Grant Avenue, and told me that similar Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, speech-advice, that even outside of Carlisle, Pennsylvania, ''My answers in this case, to my throat problems, can be found here, just as later, to my SARAH WOES, they can be found, according to the great ADA, out in that lovely mid-western town, also in Pennsylvania. WOW, we're giving you some real ink-fame on this blog, huh William Penn?????

This specialist had a beautiful young technician who seemed to be one of those who I run into quite often, being me and under my family 'situation', call it whatever you like, saying 'curse', makes me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut; so I'll refrain from wording it as such, YO. In any event folks, before I met this doctor, or her; I spoke with her on the telephone, and in those days, all calls were recorded by me, all residences were bugged up. I was the original Dick Nixon, but a secret about even this is stalking the world. President Nixon did not do this, he just continued a recent legacy in the White House. You see, it was really someone in this great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, that began this great tape-recording of everything tradition, and a great man who never asked what his country could do for him, but rather, concentrically; what he could do for his country, and he did something; he became our thirty-fifth American President. This is a very wild family from beyond the stars. The closest in-link cousin is McGuire, the man we won't talk too much about, a very deadly and dangerous evil powerful man, who can do things that I have witnessed, that send chills up my mother trucking spine, down in mucking butt Atlantic City, New Jersey, well, now I should say up there; now that I am down here, right my friend, DMC? Loud shouting and doors, wow, what a FOOD PUKE DAY followed by ''one of those NEXT DAYS'', here in this hellish PEE-HA!!!!!

(3-4) (7-12) (19-84)

Splits, dual memories, & switches; all part of HSE & TOSE.

Anyway, we had quite a long talk on the phone, later I met her. Now this is the year of 1984. For a long time my seeing her was blocked from conscious memory, only remembering seeing the doctor, and not getting any satisfaction for my extremely mysterious medical condition that persists to this very day, over 30 years of this unknown glandular disorder that came on suddenly at 10:30 PM-EDST, on June 4, 1983; while I was residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The memory that was lost somehow, came in a wild dream about two weeks ago, around the very same time all of this persecution started re-exploding in my face, after a tiny let-up period. When I got there, I sat down and had a very short wait, a rare occurrence in any medical office in most places anywhere in the USA. I signed in a normal patient-book and sat down, and she walked up to me and told me how she had enjoyed speaking with me a while back, and that she tried calling me before but did not have my PCN. I gave it to her, it was, and I still remember it, as it matched the apartment number I lived at in Robin Hill, number 506. She never called back, and I found out that she had been called back to some other location, when I called to inquire months later, and spoke to another assistant of this specialist. She went onto add that she was not doing this type of work, and was back in school. My mother then told me something an entire year later one night over dinner, and during a heated debate, and very strange conversation, while we were living in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, in the late autumn of 1984. I was telling her about these recurring dreams where I was some sales rep manager for some regional area that was not around here, for the S-DAY LAUDER Company; however it really is spelled. She insisted that I couldn't be having these dreams while I stared at her like a mad man most likely. I was extremely pissed off. I remember throwing my entire plate against the wall, filled with oozing gravy, from mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of steak dinner, and I even recall now the vegetable. It was a pile of Fordham Lima Beans. The hacking is heavy, as this blog may disrupt the entire universe for a short time. I may just need a new ducking mouse, so it can always be the more rational explanation. It seems to go on rolls where it won't respond to clicks. Aniwho, the fight was over Connie Chung and you don't need to know more about this rotten shore, nor something evil that she did in 1978; but my mother and my ex-pal Jim Burr had both vehemently taken her side against me, and then this spun around to my dreams about being manager of this company and how I was traveling city to city and not liking the situation because it involved lying to the government about a major 'something', and I have a major aversion about ending up in federal or any kind of prison. This is when my mom went almost nuts, telling me I cannot be dreaming this, it is just not possible; and there was no rationality for her bizarre nutty trucking ass behavior that seemed to bounce right out of freaking left field. LSS, she insisted this was as wild as my insisting that the lab technician at the throat specialist's office was only 14 years old, and disguised to appear 10 years older; but admitted to me her true age, and that she knows me from a very large city that is further away than can be explained. I said, “mom, I never mucking told you that”, yet she continued to insist that I had been saying this for months to her. Then she broke into a powerful angry diatribe over how her coworker Shirley did me a favor, and I am being difficult, insisting this other nurse or whatever she really was, had told me this over the phone. Remember all slit was bugged back then. After she had cleaned up the kitchen mess disaster done at that time intentionally by me in a fit of total ducking rage; she said, “Mark, I know how you can prove me wrong. Don't you tape everything? Let me hear some of your tapes, knowing you you probably had one of those tiny recorders in your pocket at the doctor's office that day”. I got so angry again, I remember shoving the dining room table completely over, grabbing a lamp and throwing it against the wall, shattering it and the light bulb to pieces. I said, “I don't skulk around like that, I only have tapes from the phone, and what I am taping right now of all of this”. She then screamed at me and said, “What did you tape on the phone”? I came back with something along the lines of, “I'll find some conversations with this 14 year old lab teck and play them for you, just give me a few days, as all my life-journals are in numerical tapes, as well as chronologically perfect order”. The next night she came back from her job, and she told me, “Shirley is real mad at U because U caused trouble at the laboratory”. I then was ready to literally punch my mom's lights out. I calmed myself down, and said to her, “shut trucking up and listen to this tape where I tell this very lab-teck over the phone last year, that my condition has certain symptoms, and how I try to manage and play with doses of various meds, and she eventually gave me driving directions to the place, and told me to be there a week from that day”. Then my mom screamed back that, “Shirley said you couldn't have been there that day next week. The doctor is a personal friend of her father's, and they were all on some kind of a convention-vacation somewhere together”. I then threw our last remaining lamp that was not just there for show and unbroken, hard, onto the floor, shattering it to pieces; and I screamed that “U and Shirley are nuts, and to go to ducking hell”. When I went off to my security job that night at Petty's Island, and come home upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major mucking quirk offs, and the 'shandaleer' in my mother's bedroom had fallen down and had smashed to pieces all over the floor. SUCK MY RUNT EATING STICK MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, YOU TOTALLY STUPID TRUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF SLAP. I tried spelling that word in single quotation marks ten ways, and nothing worked. U all know what yucking fell down in early 1985 from my mom's ducking ass bedroom, YO. Even as far back as this, this was the Washcloth Family's way of letting me know to let go of this, and to keep my mouth shut. But it DAWNED on me shortly in the future, that I had included the tape as one of my copyrighted so called accidental flip sides, using the © Office as a time capsule, in all of this, to protect me and vindicate me with all this out of this world zit, that just began happening all around me, ever since leaving 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey, & my first of three times residing in these apartments, to move to the Atco home, on February 1, 1983; and on that same day, open up the box containing the Privecode Machine, from the IMM Corporation, with the so-called alien-guts inside, as was told to me by a pal of my ex-business partner, PP, while we all were in a local country bar that burned down since that time, along with many other great history markers. Good old fire. Certain things are greater constants than the speed of trucking light, folks, and I will argue that with anyone of U, now, later, or ever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! If you think this story stops here, then you are dead wrong. The dream from two weeks ago included some family members, and they told me I was an butthole for not remembering, that they did not make me forget any of this. This is what was spoken to me in this wild dream that I did not dare to talk about for fear of the hell I'd be put through, and that hell came around all over me, anyway, it seemingly did not ducking matter whether I'd kept my mouth shut or not, YO!!!!!!!! Then they showed me a photograph of the medical office, and me sitting in the very same light green colored chair, since they were recording it all along, whoever this washcloth family really is. I thought that I would get a stroke right in 'the dream'. The lab teck was a very young high school girl, the great Mariah Carey, only then, she was a girl in a long island school, and that was it. Still, I know for a fact, that she has other great disguises to this very day, one in particular that I have seen her in, but if I spill the beans, I know she'll come over here and kick the mucking slap out of me personally, and that we don't need. So I won't say more, other than, I know Resorts Hotel of Atlantic City knows, as they saw it all go down that day, in real time; or maybe that was distant cousin Trump's Plaza; the more I think of it. If my memories did not fuzz out a bit, I would be totally ducking nuts after all the zit this entire family, and all its extended wild branches, have pulled now; for 30-60 years. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten off that jitney bus that day, at the grammar school, on Richland Avenue, in South Atlantic City; oh my wonderful Dad!!!!!!!!SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THERE, Mister Arthur Crane SIR: ARE U OUT THERE SHIRLEY 'MAGICTELLY' OF THE TILLEY'S? SHEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOT!

THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!