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GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 9

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

Just what exactly is happening here is anyone's guest, it can and most likely includes more than just three dimensions also, but when we say things like that, we instantly become certifiable and lose all credibility in society and become nearly instantly ostracized. I know stuff that would wipe out the minds of anyone of U out there, even Einstein, IPY folks. I could totally destroy the mans mind if he were here with me because he would B smart enough 2 grasp my powerhouse outlandish stuff, unlike all of U great viewers out there. UC, we cannot make up anything, and even our many-times-faulty human memories R part of subatomic-magic 4 putting it in the only words that you'll even partly grasp and get on some level of relatable truth. When U know what I know and then stuff around U goes crazier than all lights out cubed, well; this is when it goes beyond nightmare-tricky, and right now, I am in the middle of skit that no TV-SYFY writer would B able 2 write anything close 2 matching my junk. I say this in no way at all 2 brag, Mister Verizon and Mizz gorgeous-gal. BUTTTTTTTTT and yes Mike Soft, Starburn BUTTERCHEESE as well, truth is simply truth, it by its own verbal definition, CANNOT B BRAGGED ABOUT. Only merely TOLD!!!!! The great 60's “Twilight Zone” TV-show had an episode with a dude who created real come-alive characters just by speaking them into existence on his tape recorder, and one of them was his own wife, lovely Mizz Victoria West. This is not SYFY junk, and it goes far beyond that simple piece of a much larger reality going on around us all, as we endlessly C zit in endless 3-D just as we're all designed 2 do; only reality is not in 3-D. It is in 5-D, and THAT, IPY all, and soon, I will let out stuff that I'll B murdered 4 daring 2 say & 2 tell. I know this, but if I am gonna' B croaked anyway, then what's the damn difference, YO peeps????????????

A giant trucking hack has been placed into this document by SPACEFORCE, and the underlines will not go away no matter what I do, but I've managed 2 correct the misspellings of words as best as I was able 2 do belatedly. Below in blue print and all underlined, is a hacked document that I would not suggest printing up unless U-R-A black-hat hacker who knows how 2 avoid worms being received into your machines by so doing. Okay, I tried a 'clear-formatting' control and redid the entire part of the document, words R the same but the underlining is gone and so R most or maybe all of the misspelled words that once existed and were irremovable in the paragraph below on this document. I think it is now safe 2 print up also, folks.

There was a very logical reason 4 my end-month viewing spike. In case I ended my public-viewing ability on this BOM-BLOG, many obviously went up here in case this was a final time, and obviously made tons and truck-loads of printed pages 4 their own files. Hey peeps, knock yourselves out, YO. Only I truly know the astral gods, but B4 getting into this, my SPELLCHECKER HAS BEEN WIPED OUT AND THIS TIME, SEEMINGLY IT IS FUTHERMUCKING PERMANENT. I tried shutting the computer completely down twice, no dice; the lunt capping program simply won't engage. Funny the darn lightbulb junk from Mike Soft comes on 2 endlessly annoy me, but the spell check deal is gone. I love the way the techs keep insisting 2 me that no one is hacking me. Well fine; then what IS FUTHERMUCKING HAPPENING 2 ME THEN, YO? This thing has been wiped out totally, as I cannot make the my mouse highlight anything. I know that I will need 2 purchase a new computer, as the SPACEFORCE-MACY CLUB SCUMBAGS have totally wrecked my machine beyond goddessdog repair. I won't lie, between the computer damage, and the amp damage, and then being screwed with by the scumbag blogger team again; this is now not only futhermucking BOTBAR X6, but we R now bringing in the month of MAY-2023 at a 100 PERCENT MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE 4 BOTBAR (MP4B). The only 2 good things today were the power light is working again on the stinking cum-puke-her, and we have an absolutely gorgeous three quarters waxing moon shining in the skies above me, and despite them being totally chemtrail-dissipating-filled, from horizon 2 horizon. Well, without the ability 2 drag stuff, I can no longer color and underline, so yes, it is back 4 trip number goddessdog '3 the TECHY REPAIR PLACE' TOMORROW!!!!!!!! I may have 2 do something that is not bloggable. These sticks have pushed me beyond a breaking point now, busting everything I lunt capping own!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS, R.H. MACY.

Okay a wee bit of good news, as I almost was going 2 do something against the law as I can't take any more of their terroristic acts, so I was seriously cogitating on copycatting them. My problem was in the particular paragraph I was on, and once I drew a separation line and came down onto this paragraph, it stopped, the only thing is I have no spell checking program, but who knows, it may come back? I spoke 2 soon, the problem came right back on this paragraph. I appear 2B stuck in some darn hyperlink, and only the Techy-Guy can fix it. I will go broke B4 this is all said and runt chewing done, peeps, as if any of U give a TRUMPED-SLIT, huh Mister loser-WINN? The black color won't work, this is a hack like nothing ever B4, I know my rotten no good kid is doing her new-MIMI junk on me, I know it as sure as I know that I am still breathing, but not 4 much longer, since obviously GOD IS DEAD, and U can have those stupid lying rotten rubbish video shows saying otherwise, as I know better!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now my spell-check program came back on, but I am now going 2B shutting down,as I CANNOT FIGHT AN ALL POWERFUL MC WHO IS CAUSING ANOTHER FAVE HACK SHE DOES, THESPACE-BAR-HACKS, THAT RUNS ALL OFMY SLIT TOGETHER IN ENDLESS STRINGS. There is no stopping the MIMI, SHE will kill me and there is nothing that I am going 2B able 2 do 2 stop her or yes, heredahelda either, Sir Mike Soft!!!!!!!

MOUNTAINPEN'S NIGHTMATERS, THIS ENTIRE MESS FROM DOGTOWN, IS ALL BEING CAUSED BY TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, TOSE, AND HYPERSPACE EFFECTS, AND I ASSURE EVERYONE THAT THIS THE FOLLOWING PAGE BELOW IS NOT MEANT AS A BRAG, MERELY AS AN ENDLESS FRIKKIN' WOE-WHIZ-ME TEAR-BUCKET!!!!!

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Their R several things that happen every so often and never ever go away forever, such as right now what I call the lightning-flash-hack that may not B a hack, but suddenly a brilliant light flashes 4 a very quick few milliseconds on the cum-puke-her monitor screen. Usually, I know things have greater chances 2B hacks when they're coupled with other hacks or strange occurrences. I am getting my 'SPACE-BAR-HACK' along with that 'flash-hack', so this is my point here, and Y-I feel it is a good chance that it is SPACEFORCE-CAUSED and naught merely another weird random 'happening', Mister 1969 Marcucci, sir. 'Good Lord and 25 cents', Mister McKinnon from 1980 and 1982; just what Gibbs and appears 2B GIVENS here, from Atlantic City 2 Fort Pierce. WOW, what a wild trip this is, and passing through perhaps two North Carolina's only one appears 2B a wee bit more magical and mystical than the other. Still, it all happened, and it is still happening. And a lot more crazy weird stuff is endlessly going down. If I am correct here, the poor little Colleen character on the “Ghost Whisperer” television show syndrome may B at it some more, as this would explain some recently new developments that R going down along with this entire post 4-11-info-nightmare-time DEATH SIEGE that has taken some wild new hold on the NON-RON-PP&P whittle 'ME'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We won't go there quite yet, as I need 2C if it was a temporary deal as some things on dashboards and internet deals can B, but again, MAY NAUGHT B, MIZZ BLAKE FROM 1983, MAH'M. So WOW-THAT, 3-4-7-11-19-84-RHM, oh SIR!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA, MCNULTY.

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B4 we get 2 this one, 4 two or three days my Comcast Modem had BOTH TELEPHONE systems on when only one should have been on, and4 those who have had Comcast Voice-modem boxes 4 their phone and internet service, they know about the solid and flashing LED lights that R blue in color and round and small and create visible signals on the modem box units so the user can C what is on and what is in trouble. Both TELEPHONE 1 & TELEPHONE 2 were on and solid blue 4 several days and out of the blue with no pen intended on blue. This morning it is back 2 normal again, and out of the blue, with only TELEPHONE 1 lit up with a solid blue LED light. I could list a hundred things like this that happen to and around me on a continuous basis folks, and time wouldn't permit it, it's simply just that 'RED-JOHN' simple, huh Mister CIA-Henningsen posing as a traveling sales-executive of the 1960's 4 the world famous and wonderful CAMPBELL'S SOUP COMPANY. Exactly Y this is all happening is unknown, only that I fully and absolutely truly and verily believe completely and wholeheartedly that the SPACEFORCE is behind it all, doing it all 2 me, and that they do indeed have their reaosns that make sense perhaps only 2 themand 2 me, it only seems 2B endlessly explained with the ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY hellishness used on me by them so as 2 endlessly perpetrate the most evil and demonic game that any power structure has ever chosen 2 play with and against any innocent citizen and victim throughout all of the recorded history of the human and or homosapien civilization on the PLANET-EARTH!!!! The car that I drive and as many of U remember, is filled with many MAGICAL MCFLY SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES SHORT CIRCUITS AND OUTLANDISH-CIRCUITS, that have no way of ever being explained logically or rationally by any automobile mechanic so far that I have gone 2 so as 2 alleviate my woe-whiz-me problems with this nightmare that began at the end of the 1980's decade and has followed me through 2 the very present times of 2023 here in FPFLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very recently over thjis same nightmare period of April of last month 04/2023, my car is one gigantically HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE electrical short circuit or in truer terms perhaps, I'll say that a large magical McFly circuit is passing itself off as an automobile type Dodge-Neon 4-door sedan, year 2004. It's not a car filled with short electrical circuits but rather it is a giant MCFLY SPACEFORCE CIRCUIT passing itself off and disguised as a somewhat functioning automobile that's being driven legally on the roads of Florida since late in 2009, by one Sir Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I challenge the FBI, the Attorney General's Office of both the State of Florida as well as the Federal Attorney General's Office, 2 take my car and C all of this 4 themselves and realize that the goddarn Mountainpen ain't making up one wee tiny ass bit of these stories and seeming-tales straight out from beyond DOGTOWN'S GATES OF PURGATORY! 4 absolutely no reason, and with the radio system shut completely OFF in my car back last week, and during the height of this post 4-11 death assault on me by the evil satanic SPACEFORCE, my radio is working again in this car, and B4 that, super fast brilliant flashing of all of the LED's inside the radio itself were blinding and needed 2B covered up with electrical tape and I am keeping electrical tape over just about my entire mucking dashboard now, or the car wouldn't B safe 2 drive, as all these blinking flashing brilliant MCFLY CIRCUITS would drive anyone mad who would B attempting 2 operate this wild Mizz Jennifer-Hewitt vehicle from H—E—L—L, (AKA DOGTOWN-PURGATORY), and or DOGTOWN of Province Olympia, of the ASTRAL-PLANE, of endlessness. The EVIL ENEMY SPACEFORCE is bringing me a beyond gigantic and non-Sanders 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' SPACE-BAR-HACK, where all of my text is running together and somehow my keyboard space-bar just does not function if I keep typing away and ignore it, only working if I look down and look up and B sure that it is not hacked, sort of like how QUANTUM MECHANICS WORKS WITH THE OBSERVATION OF STUFF, AND CAUSING AN EFFECT ON THAT STUFF; THE MERE OBSERVATION OF THINGS IN OTHER WORDS, CAUSING CHANGES. I don't make this junk up, ask your pals like Mizz Alexa, and Mister Google; or ask some professor somewhere in an mathematical and physics department at a good college somewhere local 2 anyone of U out there, YO!!!!!!!!! Now remember how my kid called me, McFly, not here, but in a powerful DREAM, back last year? All these things were blogged on BOM-BLOG-BOOKS called Beyond 2022 Alphabet Tweets or BTAT CHAPTERS, and then the one B4 that that began all of these restarted up blogs after more than a two and a half year sabbatical off-time? Remember how I told about the college in EGG HARBOR CITY, NUJSAESMWG and what Merry said 2 me there on the grounds as she walked by and after what I said 2 her, while speaking 2 a professor there, who over here in waking world reality was the very same guy who helped me get GAWKY GAUKAUK'S magic formula onto a computer application (APP) and up on the Google Play School? I know U all remember these wild “OTHER MIMI” deals, and not Leticia Tilley “other Atlantic City” Harrah Casino times in 2009 with great family seashore trips 2 the place, huh lovely gorgeous Mizz Paula Patton???????? No great world, when Sarah's broom came up 2 me in the sixties, she didn't 2 play Dalmatian Firedog Beach-Chief with me, and sweep the sand, no sir world, she wanted 2 “ONE THE LAND”, right great UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE. AM I CORRECT HERE? ASK LOVELY MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY PLEASE IF I AM CORRECT HERE, WILLYA' PWETTY FREEEKIN' PWEEEEEZE???????? She didn't want 2 just do a wee small job 4 the FUTURE ATLANTIC CITY MAYOR, now did she, Sir Kevin Song-steal Willis of all great Pacific Avenue record stores everywhere? OH BMI, where RU when a ripped off writer needs your legitimate services, in fact, where is lovely Queen Kate and Uncle Admiral; as I intend 2B calling lots of darn witnesses soon into court, right SIR SWAP? Tuesday, May 9 sir, please B at the dog-park as I NEED 2 GET WITH U,. PRON-UCKING-TOW, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT, Mister 3-4-7-12-19-84-RHM!

If anyone was smart enough 2 place themselves into the 12-D THEATER and look down, they would C the entire operation of the 11^th dimensional fabric opening up into perfectly and seemingly magical FOLDS, in TWO PARTS. One part has the electrons orbiting the atoms in a clockwise direction while the other one in the other counterclockwise direction. Knowing the exact folds however, and anyone could literally with their minds, think these folds both in and out just like rapping up Christmas or birthday gifts each year. We rap and we unwrap, and we can leave this there, as 2 darn much magic is laying within all of this, especially during the X-mas season in 1969. This was planned 4 over a million years, and saying this makes me beyond certifiable, so Y bother 2 go on with it, even though I absolutely know without one wee doubt that it is all entirely true and completely real, and yes peeps, completely and absolutely REALE, as well as lawn mowed in DOGTOWN, where yes, all of the security force there will tell any resident of the 'joint' any time they may wish 2 so inquire about it; “Yeah U can mow it, that is if U can find a damn lawnmower anywhere around here”! So Y do I keep hoping the feds will help me when they R obviously A GREAT PART OF MY PROBLEM, Senator Sanders and Congressman Andrews, great SIRS? Look at what they did 2 me not once but twice. First they stopped me from ever being able 2 advance in my career by denying me without good cause, the necessary security clearance 2 work on 3-Mile Island in 1979, and then when lovely coworker Mizz Helen Harris tried 2 assist me in learning any New Jersey state secrets on who in the state system is out 2 get me illegally and harming me illegally, and the FBI agent and old friend of Helen';s actually called her one day and asked her out 2 lunch, and then threatened her in a back door way that she told me was unmistakable concerning her “lovely non-Marcucci DAUGHTER”, and she then had 2 back off from rendering me any further assistance. These R the 2 main things that SIR SWAP is planning2 sue the entire government over, and believe me, he says that WE HAVE A GREAT TRUCKING CASE, and 'no trucks R involved' with any of this. Let me assure U of that, oh great peeps and all rotten ones as well!!!!!!!!!!!! Allow me 2 assure the great and illustrious BLOGGER-TEAM, that these words R all 100 percent TRUTH, and I have legitimate and genuine cases 2 pursue and plan 2 do just that against many and all of these evil peeps who have ruthlessly wiped out MY ENTIRE LIFE 4 an entire half century or more now; and spoken TRUTH cannot B gone against in law, in other words; if anyone sues me over any of these words, I WELCOME IT, as I plan 2 sue all of U, and welcome it completely should U wish 2 try and sue me first, as my suit will merely become my counter-suit. So if anyone complains 2U about these words, Blogger Team, it is the truth, and truth is not libel or slander or ILLEGAL 2B TOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank U4 reading this, oh wonderful and great BLOGGER TEAM out there. WEEEEEEE!

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Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

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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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BTAT—CHAPTER 0028

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 2023

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Well, if I haven't proven my point about BEING IN ETERNAL HELL, then doing so is impossible in this world, and I need 2 THEN JUST ACCEPT REALITY, MISTER-DOCTOR 1969 COOLEY-GARRIGAN. Unless I spend another grand or close to it, buying a brand new system to plug into my home network, I can forget about making quality blogs that don't look fucking horrible on the Blogger-Website. This is due to a lack of coding that most likely altered when the windows programs began moving into the ten version and now I hear the 12-version is out. The SPACEBAR-HACK is acting up and there is no internet connection, so these things tell me that more is happening in all of this than just mortal world junk. Keyboards and mouse units just as all things do, age and wear out. Most likely this is part of what causes my woes in all of Thisssssssss, oh lovely Erica All My Children Lucci-Cane, mahm'. Yes, I always turn off my hard wire connection to the net anyway as anything and everything helps and aids to lessen and mitigate my hassles with all of this futhermucking bullshit. I have my back up power brick and plan to install another one for my land-line telephone as well as Comcast refuses to ever send my battery, more endless bullshit, Sir Joseph 2002 Padgett, kind sir.

For now, I plan to go back to making the broken line separations, as this is the only coding that the system will accept for allowing any separation of my blogged fucking shit, great people. Then after posting the blog, I will highlight the entire blog B4 hitting the post-button, and click the BOLD prompt to at least make the goddamn thing a trifle easier to see and read. Why peeps even with great eyesight wish to read that standard font type of print on the internet is far beyond fucking me. So I will slightly bold-increase and darken the print as well as use the broken line separation trick to keep my shit from ridiculously running all together. Then perhaps every ten days when I am in the area, I will take my flash drive and make the entire newest grouping of my stuff and post up an “in-quality grouping” from the library where their coding and word programs apparently work with the blogger dot com system. Why of course is anyone's best guessing guests guess, lovely Scylla Pink Goddess, but this is just more endless shit to keep adding to my list of proofs for the Joseph Padgett HELL Syndrome. Yes, I used an incorrect term of clauses, and later on, “I realized this”, lovely Sharon-HTHS, from 1967. Until rereading all of my 'quality-re-posts', you won't know where I colorized words, or highlighted with various keyboard functions, all the stuff on my blog texts. I have absolutely no intentions of spending more mother friggin' money, YO!

For the past week now, I have experienced more crazy and unpleasant nightmarish stuff while sleeping, and especially being back at various prior addresses, and getting pumped by mysterious peeps, asking me many various kinds of questions that all seemingly are pertaining to junk recently told since last September on these very BOM-BLOGS. Whenever we get dreaming experiences where we are seemingly being interrogated by someone around us, my suspicions instantly are raised and my paranoia begins heading for jet travel locales the minute that I wake up. If you think that I am all through by the way folks, of telling zillions of things that continue on from where everything left off B4 my attempt to do home-blogging, you are all seriously mistaken, but as you know only 2 damn well, things do seem to endlessly keep blocking my way, right Mister Joe Padgett, sir?????????????? Recently it has been on a long roll for being an unseasonably hot winter and year so far here in my Fort Pierce, Flower-Land area, and this too adds to a bit of my misery, as shit as we all know, seems to pileup, and then bad seems to attract more bad, in all of our goddessdamn lives. Am I wrooooong, lovely hair shampoo ad-spot girl from 1980?????????? Gamblers call this unseen phenomenon, “Going on a roll”, good or bad, and yes peeps, even I have had a few good-rolls, and know fully well that things do go on these rolls. Mister Winn's mighty father was 100% on the goddessdamn money with this, and I never take anyone's rightful props away, as that is cheating and dirty pool, and is against my policy of basic behavior as a responsible human being, and fellow citizen of humanity. No oh great Sir Joseph Berrios from 1990, let us not bring the Spaceforce or its interconnected US Army into the Flower-land translation situation, or else we may need to do a real FLASH DRIVE RUN and insert some wild magical MCFLY AUTO-CIRCUITS, right ole' buddy, ole' pal, and resident manager Sir Nate??????????????? WOW-2-THAT-1, huh world??????????????????????????????????????

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!!!

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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!!!!

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!!!

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	O S 1100		Billy Harner	Open Records (11)	O S 1100
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	BH7499		Billy Harner	Studio Park Records	BH7499

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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”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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© STUDIO PARK RECORDS, SARAH WRITTEN BY MARK WAYNE MOHR 1996, TITLE OF COPYRIGHTED MUSICAL PROJECT IS MY #12 © AS SHOWN BELOW, FBI AND BMI MUSIC UNION.

NOBODY EVER GAVE ME A PENNY IN ROYALTIES, BROADCAST MUSIC INCORPORATED, YO!!!!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.

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2000

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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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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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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 out, 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 is, 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??????????????

Folks, 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 do 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 out here can even 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-momma 2 keep this lifelong secret away from her own darn son? If one person out 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 implied 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 kind 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 2 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

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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 momma, 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 came home all upset after a night of a lot of coworker problems with real major mucking quirk offs, I then found 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 late 1984 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 a 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!!!!