5:39 ANTE' MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY MORNING, 10 MAY, 2023
GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT REKINDLED IN 2023 BY THE MACY CLUB, CHAPTER 16 (GOSDH)
Now here is what was omitted from yesterday's off the trucking scale SPACEFORCE DEATH SIEGE on the PITIFUL SIR MOUNTAINPEN. Take this along with CHAPTER-15 of the GOSDH and it will perfectly all tie together, as when this much DOGTOWN (HELL) is surrounding me, it is beyond difficult and more on the damn order of absolutely impossible 2 remember how 2 keep all of these events completely and perfectly straight, and clearly recall all of the damn details. Also, both the MOUSE-JUMP-HACK as well as the SPACE-BAR-HACK R in full force this diseased moUUUUUUUUUrning.
As U all know, I was typing stuff that is related 2 the study of that nightmare topic 4 the MOUNTAINPEN, good old ICPE-APE-TECH and parallel event, a name invented by me for a much older statistical already known fact and used mostly by those who study the once known as 'American-pastime', the game of Professional BASEBALL. Then suddenly while in the middle of major typing-speaking, KAPOW-BAM, Batman and Chef Emeril, my power dies AGAION after hearing YET ANOTHER DEAFENING EXPLOSION, something that NOT ONCE IN 55 YEARS OF LIVING IN NEW JERSEY did I ever experience, NOT ONCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another blown transformer from somewhere right nearby my trailer here, at the Quiet-Waters Trailer Park, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This electrical outage lasted only approximately a half hour, but the ones that happened last summer time went on 4 several hours, so I figured I would C my friend at the dog-walk park and then instead of returning home directly following that, I would go 2 the library and sit in the cool air conditioned place and read a book at a table, and then after leaving there, do my three errands which we'll get into as we move this blog chapter along here folks. So power wasn't off even long enough 2 blow out the power brick battery this time and even if it had, the new COMCAST MODEM has been tested twice with the technician who came and exchanged my old and somehow damaged one that never properly would reset after going off, and now there should no longer B any problems even if the outage HAD LASTED. Notice however that I did say, “there shouldn't”, and naught, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake, that there wouldn't. I stopped that whackadoo nutty behavior a whole Dogtown of a long time ago in the late 20th century somewhere, back up while residing in NJUSAESMWG. I was only with SIR SWAP 4 ten minutes and I had two major disasters at the park B4 each of us sharing a few quick words and handing each other a small packet of materials 4 each of our perusals, concerning the upcoming legal battle facing us shortly, against numerous extremely powerful interests and people out here. The sky siege had not started other than 4 a few planes that R always following and stalking me, and ever since the 3rd day in March was starting up really bad, as each 3rd of the month since, March as well as April, the second that I leave my local bank branch office after conducting a few transactions such as getting my rent money 4 my landlord and doing a balance transfer that pays my Visa credit card bill, the moment that I walk out, that very same persecuting aerial vehicle stalks and harasses me,and this had stopped 4 the better part of a year and now has come right back in my face again, Federal Aviation Administration and American Civil Liberties Union, (FAA) (ACLU)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Butbackonpoint folks, the real air siege had not started as of yet other than big time plane harassment around my residence that began at daybreak,and of course always signals me that the air persecution by the evil diseased enemy SPACEFORCE is indeed going 2B extremely bad on this day. This is 99+ percent an accurate indicator and has been 4 more than three solid decades of time now, and in three states in this union, Pennsylvania at security guard overnight jobs, in New Jersey at my residence, and in Florida at my residence. But ground siege was bad as I picked up quite magically, an automobile out of totally nowhere, a small weird jeep type vehicle but not an actual jeep,a sort of cross between a pick up truck, a van, and a rover type jeep, all in one, almost like nothing that I ever saw B4, and suddenly out of absolutely no damn ass where, it was just there right behind me and tailgating me just as I was about 2 make my turn at the foot of the South Hutchinson Island Bridge, turning left into the park in the left-turn lane. This bozo scumball stayed on my tail no matter how many turns I made, and I knew without question that I was being illegally harassed and stalked by this person in this vehicle; SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE SPACE-BAR-HACK ASSAULT IS BEYOND GOD-AWFUL, AND SO IS HARASSMENT IN GENERAL, 4 AN ENTIRE MOTHER ******* MONTH NOW; FBI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL ASHLEY MOODY, AND FEDERAL-AG ALSO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I not only had this enemy driver 2 contend with, who was unquestionably persecuting me and literally appeared magically out of Merlin-Wizardry-NOWHERE, he was just there; and this happens 2 me and has been an ongoing nightmare with me ever since this hellishness all started in the middle late summer time of the year of 1986; but then after leaving the park and saying the ole' Hawaiian aloha 2 Sir SWAP, the mostly ground siege switched entirely 2 air combat; and any researcher of the greatest war in history, WWII, knows that there is indeed a major strategic combinational effect of knowing just HOW 2 COMBINE AIR AND GROUND ASSAULT ON AN ENEMY. Ask any historical or WWII historian/expert, or military strategist who is willing and or able 2 discuss certain Westpoint maneuvers with a non cleared civilian. They will absolutely back up what this blog is saying here 2 all of U. IPYT ladies & gentlemen out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! But B4 leaving the park, anothermagic trickwas done,and don't say the Florida heat was responcible because this never ever happened 2 me B4 this very moment and I've been here in Flowerland-USA that is AKA Florida for going on 14 years now. Suddenly several of my lollypops as well as all my pens that R kept in a covered cup area out of any direct sunlight, had all totally melted and fused together into one gigantic non-Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ugly sticky rotten ass TOTAL MESS, and when I needed a pen 2 write something that SIR SWAP had told me five minutes earlier and by now he was half a mile down the trail with good ole' doggie-Rover. It took a lot of effort but without going into all of the trucked up details, I got most of the mess cleaned up since my trunk does contain a small bucket, some liquid soap and a containetr filled with water, and at the library parking lot on the other side of the bridge, the western side, I cleaned it all up and managed 2 recall what I needed 2 write down so that at the library I borrowed a pencil from the desk and wrote it down, as I also keep some small white notepad sheet tablets in my glove box, and I remained an hour in the library reading a book that I also took out on my library card when I left,and this 2 is a story in and of itself, 4 a wee bit later on peeps. This goddamn SPACE-BAR-HACK is driving me beyond nuts, Mister Walmart Store Techy-Joint, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They all insist that no one is hacking me, and I know it ain't so. 6 goddamn futhermucking space-bar-hacks happened just while typing in that previous sentence in RED FONT. WOW THAT, oh Mister 347121984 all things forever connected Einstein-Macy! Hey, maybe this does indeed go far beyond 21st century computer-hacking, and is absolutely totally on the realm of MERLIN WIZARDRY MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just how the Dogtown can anyone ever truly know anything, unless of course, THEY DO KNOW?????????????????? GEE WHIZ-FIZZ PEEPS, and BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let me get on with the events of yesterday that were naught ever blogged yesterday, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE! The very second that I exited the library, the entire western trucking sky was being chemtrailed by gigantic HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ENEMY SPACEFORCE ASSAULTS on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thisisjust about the absolute worst SPACEBAR HACK I HAVE YET BEEN UNDER, so this day won'tB going2 good either, and I of course have absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 work-jerk-work-off jerk-off with after that BEYOND SUPER BOTBAR AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC DAY YESTERDAY, opening my life charts on this new day when I woke up around shortly after half past 4 this moUUUUUUrning, and my opening 3-3 rating dropped a half point after a super BOTBAR X-1 DAY, and so I began at2.75-2.75, and am now at around a solid 2-2 with this major HACKING, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR!!!!! So back now 2 yesterday while out on my errands and killing time since I figured that my electrical power would B out 4 way longer than it actually was out. I left the library and drove 2 a gasoline station 2 put 25 bucks of regular fuel into me' ole' clunker automobile, YO. While I was there, some scum hole bozo-brain imbecile rapper comes and parks next 2 me, absolutely blaring his total garbage non-music, and I knew this was a SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE TOTAL ENEMY, it is as blatant as the testicles hanging off of a large Great Dane Dog in HEAT!!!!!!!!! When I left there I still had one more stop 2 make, my local ACE HARDWARE STORE. This place at least allowed me a quiet and uneventful environment 4 a change. I needed 2 rolls of that heavy sticky white repair tape as the one roll that I purchased there late last year was insufficiently lengthy to cover the entire damaged area from there that drunken rotten 'AA lady', plowed into my car, and totaled it, on September the 27th of 2019; a month after my Jury-Duty, and the start of PRESIDENT DONALD JOHN TRUMPS newest death siege on his distant cousin, ole' Mark Mountainpen; involving somehow, and don't ask me just how, or 4 any of the goddamn particulars here; the nations of great old MOTHER RUSSIA, and wonderful awesome illustrious Ukraine. So I bought the non-JULIA white repair tape that is extremely futhermucking expensive and a real budget-buster, and even if I used my HUMANA BENNY CARD where many household items and bug sprays R now covered as items that may B purchased, it still all comes out the same,as there just is then gonna' B that much less money in my damn monthly allotment account 4 purchasing my golldern food items, YO!!!!I plan 2 look into how my pal in Hollywood-Miami has been allotted a much larger amount under something called “Special Needs”, as if I don't qualify 4 those same SN things, then I don't know who does or who should,as I am two goddamn steps away from living under the bridge, between my SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE ENDLESSLY PERSECUTING ENEMIES, AND THEIR WIPING OUT MY PITIFUL TINY MONIES AND BUDGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been an ongoing part of this nightmare war with these diseased pricks 4 nearly 4 decades of time now, and back into the days when I was young and relatively healthy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I get 150 monthly and my pal Sir Mikey-Pee gets 275. He says that his agent has him on some special-needs-program, well, I need 2 talk 2 my goddessdog agent about what GIBBS here, so that maybe a wee tad bit more can be GIVENS 2 me; and naught in Atlantic City or back in 1997, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! When I got back home after driving from the Ace Hardware Store back 2 my Quiet-Waters Park, I couldn't find a soul out walking or working anywhere, so that I could ask if the electricity was back on yet, andnormally there is always somebody somewhere,and these things R al part of this “OTHER” 'MWM' (Merlin Wizardry Magic)!!!!!!!!!!!! Y-I say this is quite simple. Take the crap that I go through and then just look back and realize that some force controlling my miseries, all of them, on a constant & continuous basis, is indeed deriving major thrills and enjoyment out of this entire trucking mess, and the proof is the entire thing in a bigger picture when carefully examined as one big truth and what I am being put through in a totality, not in a play by play series of trucking 'individualities', and yes, I am now creating this word since it TOTALLY FITS HERE,and is not yet a word in the goddessdog English Language system, so sue me if U don't trucking like it, YO, I ain't got one wee thing 4 anyone of U2 take away from me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' FREAKING BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now just what do I mean in all of this U may B wondering right about now? Well, let me specify the story with U, me' Blogaudians. When I couldn't find anyone anywhere in the park 2 ask if power was back on yet, I parked close 2 my trailer right next 2 the pool, and asked this dude who was doing something there, the 'pool-guy', as he calls himself, if power was on, as after-all, the pool is right there next 2 the community room and he has 2 know if power is on, yet he only said 2 me, “I don't know, I;m just the pool-guy”, in a very hostile mean manner. But the ball was dropped by me B4 that even happened, and 4 a really large and in my face reason. As many of U know, I keep both of my porch outside lights blazing day and night while under any of my DEATH PERSECUTING SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE SIEGE HARASSMENTS. So of course both my outside airplane-warning lights R on and very visible even by day, especially the one on my front porch where my investigator drives by 2 check out if it is on. Now if I had merely driven another twenty or thirty feet from where I stopped,parked, rolled down my window, and was then treated like dirt by Mister Nastyman Poolguy; then I would have seen my outside-porch LIGHT ON, and thus, then realized that my power was back on as well, since without the power, the light is of course OFF. These outside lights run off the same normal electrical power as does all of the rest of my lights and systems here. I can go on and on here, but until I get this computer back 2 the TECHY-WALMART-JOINT, oh Mister WINCHEAT-1983-1984; I am going totally trucking ass bonkers squared with this incredibly HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE SPACE-BAR-HACK. I am doing more corrections here than I am doing blogging, YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, ALL GREAT POPS, SHAVERS, BILLY'S, AND TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRUTHS, & in or out of EGG HARBOR CITY, NJUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRR!
LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW- STACEY-MACY-MIND BLOWS!!!!!!!!
BOM-BLOG STATS CAPPED IN LATE YESTERDAY, MAY 9, 2023:
All Time------------------------------------------351,917
Today----------------------------------------------------64
Yesterday-----------------------------------------------57
This Month-------------------------------------------707
Last Month-----------------------------------------1,931
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WEDNESDAY, MAY 10, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 5:6
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
END OF THIS NON-EHC-NJ-USA-MWG TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRANSMISSION, FWOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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6:15 ANTE' MERIDIAN
TUESDAY MORNING
9 MAY, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
GOSDH, CHAPTER 15
GOSDH, CHAPTER 15
6:19 ANTE; MERIDIAN
TUESDAY MORNING, MAY 9, 2023
I went to sleep quite early the past few days until I can get over 2 the office 2 complain again about whoever it is nearby me in my trailer who is ILLEGALY MAKING MY LIFE BEYOND UNPLEASANT WITH THEIR 'GUNSHOT ATTACKS' as I've come 2 label this 4 two years now and putting up with this ridiculous trucking nonsense. Going 2 bed early is not a cure-all as they do it all day long when they feel like it, and I plan 2 get this evil enemy nabe dealt with, but cannot tell more as enemies read my blogs and share their plans accordingly, and SIR SWAP so informed me that three of my Blogaudians make up these local TRUMP-SPACE-MACY-FORCE SPAMMENY GROUPING, 4 lack of a more perfectly descriptive title here folks, (TSMFSG) and without any good short and more pronounceable naming possibilities here. By the time I'd stick in the needed and appropriate vowels in order 2 make it pronounceable, it would B quite a long name-word, so forget about it, it is just the TSMFSG 4 crying out thunderously loud. I won't even attempt in any one blog 2 ever truly get into powerful things that would prove 2 at least a few out here who do in fact reason stuff out as I've come 2 know and believe; but I will say enough so that when five blogs R examined all together in any chronological chapter order, 4 the most part, U all will receive a quite undeniable 1969-MMB, or Marcucci Mind Blow. Oh Mister 1969 Thaxton Sir, where R-U when Mountainpen could use a real meeting of the minds of just Y-U decided 2 choose me 2 visit that late 1969 night in late December sometime and end up getting me 2 destroy my juvenile version of the Morianity Bible, known and titled back then as the BOOK OF THE BEACH, or just the 'BOB' 4 a quick way of describing it. Notice great world out here, how everything of major importance 4 me, in my war against this now currently name-titled by Mountainpen, the TSMFSG, is largely about making sure that they remove in one way or the other and continuously in an unmistakable pattern over nearly half a dozen decades of time now; all of the major items that would absolutely B both beneficial as well as major useful, IN THAT VERY FIGHT? Does anybody out here on this cyber-village-internet-system, or (CVIS) 4 short, besides myself, C just how incredible and Marcucci-Mind-Boggling this all truly is, and in or out of the illustrious mighty 1969 through 1972 COOLEY HALL OF HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG????????????????
This of course ties into the medical condition that was suddenly and beyond mysteriously thrust upon me at precisely half past ten in the late evening of June the 4th in the year of 1983 while residing at 134 or 1+MACY, Norris Avenue, Atco, NJUSAESMWG. If I so much as opened up what I'm truly getting at right now, the rest of this 500 page long blog would take all day, and this is not meant 2B one of those super longy's as I'll now term a brand new Morianity-Phrasing here or 4 short, another one of Sir Mountainpen's LONGYS. We will get into this as my glandular situation of 6-4-83 is tied into seemingly many absolutely gargantuan HUUUUUUUGE inter-connectable items of 'cosmic proportion'; if that is, I am permitted 2 quote here, from the mighty Dark Shadows Television show's character, from the Forests of Ogden no less; Count Andreas Petofi. WOW-THIS-347121984. Even the number of three-hundred-forty-seven-million, one-hundred- twenty-one-thousand, nine-hundred-and-eighty-four, has a gigantic significance, only again; we would B all day and probably all night as well, just on that whittle squib. So again, LATER is always a place 4 these other items. Right now, let me move this along, okay Mister King Romano John of Atlantic City Casino Parking lots and Joanie Mitchell Clubs of New Jersey-USAESMWG? TANKS & B---O---O---M!!! Now shortly B4 the choking time, that started on that magical nightmare date, or that 'MND' 4 a shortened abbreviated Morianity way 2 say this; my realization about a strange thing, that is part of my life now, right along with that horrendous weird medical condition that no one was nor still 2 this day IS willing 2 truly ever help me get 2 the bottom of, due 2 the what else but, the controlling and powerfully ALL-RULING TSMFSG, also came on me, during the unfathomably complex, and beyond human imagination on steroids, unfolding of 'ATE' or (Astral-Thought-Energies), when spelled out here in my MORIANITY, and this being none other than my becoming absolutely aware of the truth that there is such a thing as what I named three years later, a strange parallel event of things that seemingly have zero nada goose eggs connections with each other, at least on any surface and obvious ways or levels, recognized by humanity. 3 years later while relaxing in a warm bathtub on an icy cold January day in Williamstown in 1986, LIGHTNING came directly into my mind and told me that I can use that thing that I seemingly discovered 3 years earlier at my Atco home, on the three parameters that the numbers from 1 through 36 make in a ROULETTE GAME, and without rehashing and going on with that right now, I'll simply continue charging along here with this updated grouping of currently released information 4 any and all of U out here who may just B a wee tiny tad bit interested, so if naught, U can all just skip over this part of this particular blog, YO. That's of course entirely up 2U. What I had come 2 realize, as the 11th dimensional folds of the matter half of the post-big-banged arcing of positive-matter was at its present part of universal atomic weight-gain whom any and all nuke-scientists know precisely and I mean exactly what is being said her, Mizz Heavy-Waters, in or out of Germany-Earth, or USA-EARTH, back in the middle 20th century; while residing in Atco and coming up on my TIMES OF NIGHTMARE-CHOKES of Non-Dark Shadows Angelique Parker Handkerchiefs wrapped tightly around little Toy Soldiers-Witchcraft, is just how the stock market and I seemingly were in some strange and almost daily parallel, only back then, it seemed 2B doing something that ever since shortly thereafter, it was doing still only IN REVERSE. Back when I made this wild discovery that we seemingly were having good as well as bad days together, they were running in a SAME-LIKE-DIRECTION. Suddenly and after the choking condition arrived 4 me however, the parallel event remained ever as much as powerful and in fact maybe a wee tad bit even more so, only there now was one gigantically beyond SANDERS-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE brand new deal. NOW, this parallel was running in an OPPOSITE DIRECTION, in other words, WHEN I AM HAVING GOOD DAYS, IT IS HAVING BAD DAYS, and WHEN I AM HAVING BAD DAYS, IT IS HAVING GOOD DAYS. B4, it was running in a SAMENESS PARALLEL, and basically looking back now in pure honest candor, suddenly like some beyond inconceivable wild magical hocus pocus beyond ten million Dark Shadows Miss lovely Lara Parker Angelique Witches, POW, BAM, BATMAN-EMERIL CHEFS OF ALL BATCAVES and ABC NETWORKS all put together on CUBAN STEROIDS YO; the parallel between that DJIA STOCK MARKET was still every bit as much there and happening, only now and turned on a dime seemingly forever and ever and ever and forever, 2 say this a wee bit biblically here folks; now it is running in the opposite polarity of what it ran on up until then. Now it is ME-GOOD and THEM-BAD, ME-BAD and THEM GOOD, when up until the very DAYS OF THE MAGICAL CHOKE OF MIDDLE 1983, it was ME-GOOD and THEM-GOOD, ME-BAD and THEM-BAD. Now 3 years later when Diana whispered into my mind from my bathtub that day in January of 1986, how 2 use this and APPLY IT 2 THE CASINO GAME CALLED 'ROULETTE', she went into the details of breaking down the 3 outside betting parameters of red-black, odd-even, and low-high, and how 2 take the 12 groupings of any bi-parameter such as RED-ODD, or LOW-EVEN, or BLACK-HIGH, and there R 12 of them, C4 yourselves, and then after anyone of them come out at the wheel, what then comes out next on the other remaining single parameter, such as after every RED and HIGH outcome, is the next outcome an ODD or an EVEN outcome, and then with a small chart and using stick figure lines with four vertical lines and every 5th line being a cross-line, most of U know what I mean and have kept game scores by using this as kids; and once in a while a powerful parallel event shows up at one or two of these 12 parameters such as after every RED and High outcome, now we C on our stick-figure charts that we R getting 26 EVEN outcomes next time and only 4 ODD outcomes next time. This means that a really strong parallel event has sprung up here, 4 whatever the true cosmic reason behind it may B, we accept it as we accept the need 2 keep breathing and eating in order 2 keep living, as “it is just that REDJOHN-SIMPLE”, from back in those middle late nineteen sixties times. Hey, if it's good enough 4 CIA-Operative-Colorado-Henningsen, then it must B good enough 4 me and all the rest of us, YO. But what happens somewhere down the line 2 most parallel events? Of course, we all know basic mathematical reality, “or we should”, huh Sir David Quentin Collins Selby 1897 birthday 'Barnabas-Threatener' Petofi? I have explained on many previous blogs over the past seventeen years now, how parallel-events can B both VPE's as well as IPE's. The letter 'V' stands 4 VISIBLE, and the letter 'I' stands 4 INVISIBLE, and the PE of course stands 4 none other than, “PARALLEL EVENT”. Now these VEEPS and IPES as they can B quickly pronounced as here, also were explained such as one particular cited visible parallel event or VEEP, the example of walking into a tough biker bar one late night after the patrons R all nice and alky-juiced up, and screaming out some horrible thing that even the loud music would not totally drown out, all about bikers being all sorts of nasty things and stuff about having a great time with their slutty moms the previous night, and along that line. Then taking a poll of how many times after doing that very visible thing, was the perpetrator of this absolute foolishness able 2 walk slowly out of the bar and towards his car, safely get into it, drive away, and that would B that, no effects, zippo, goose eggs, nada, verses how many times the nut case would manage 2 get his brains seriously beaten in, and his facial features rearranged quicker than any plastic surgeon could ever manage 2 do in all of medical history? Visible parallel events, (VEEPS), R almost intelligent insulting things, after-all, how many times after anyone jumps off of a mile high cliff R they going 2 manage landing softly on the snow below and completely undamaged, or how many times can U shoot yourself in the head with a perfect temple or straight down Nick-Casino-Movie shot, and live, verses, NOT LIVE? The strongest parallel events R going 2 most likely always B the VEEPS. Also, 4 the very most part, PE's that powerful, do not ever alter in their polarities, but do the weaker and the invisible parallel events weaken and actually eventually alter in polarity? YES THEY DO, FOLKS! Weaker PE's and invisible parallel events (IPES) absolutely do. The type of PE's at any casino game R always going 2B the type called the IPE's, and they may not B visual, such as with the guy looking 4 trouble at the biker bar, or jumping off of the damn mountain cliff, BUTTTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, and big ass BUTT but YO folks and Microsoft Spellchecker; they R just as real, they truly R an actual parallel event, and when develops as strong as between four to one or even five or more to one such as thirty-seven BLACK and only five RED roulette next-outcomes on a gaming wheel that follow a bi-parameter score-kept recording system at a game, the mathematical full and complete reality that is happening here with this is known only 2 really knowledgeable statistical mathematicians. It has 2 do with the simple fact that nothing can change polarity fast enough 2 allow a player to lose in a linear fashion when a percentage of 4:1 or even better 5:1 parallel comes into play, and every casino knows this powerful deal and they hate it being told even though they can simply shut down a wheel when they come 2 realize that a patron is indeed playing this and with a high money chip value playing methodology such as what I did in 1986, even though I could have used 500 or 1000 dollar chips instead of my mere 100 dollar ones, as this resulted in quitting even after my now somewhat globally famous CASTLE-CRUSH, of making $9,200 that year playing roulette, as at a ten times higher orange gaming chip level rather than the 100 buck black gaming chip, I would have made 92 grand, and they only frown on that kind of stuff, Mister Car Salesman Bob Philadelphia Gagnus, OH SIR!!!!!!!!!! Don't shoot me in the head now, Sir Jag-Off-Mob-Nick. In any event, my point today unlike ever B4 on any of these 17+ years of the BOM-BLOGS, is about something not talked 2 much of ever so far by the Mountainpen, and it's high damn ass time 4 my so doing now, the POLARITY OF WEAKER PARALLEL EVENTS. Can this thing between myself and the DJIA-Philadelphia Phillies-Philadelphia Flyers, EVER EVER EVER EVER B ENDED, OR EVEN REVERSED IN POLARITY? 2 quote ADA-1991 Mister Ron Wirtz Senior at the great illustrious Camden County Prosecutor's Office, “Not in our lifetime”, or did he really say this? He said that 2 me over the telephone in response to the directionality and volatility and overall volume of the United States stock market system, and not the direction of polarity of the parallel event between the market and myself. This is Y indeed things can B confused and R misunderstood so often in this world even between extremely highly intellectual folks, and also is Y lawyers R in business 2 endlessly argue any small off-point situations as no law can ever endlessly B directly on point and even if it could manage 2 do it today, the ever changing world and sociological systems would make it no longer real or true tomorrow. If U don't believe me, ask any top Law School Professor at Harvard-U, or any other great university of this planet, peeps. Go ahead and challenge me, YO. Can someone have enough ability or power 2 cause a parallel event 2 alter in its polarity? Well, 2 begin with, we need 2 start at a slightly more basic and simpler part of all of this. Can someone create a parallel event intentionally or apply it 2 something? If U need ask this, U ain't been paying much attention 2 these 17-PLUS years of the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course the powerful peeps can do this, and even a little nobody such as the Mountainpen can do it with a weaker parallel event system such as PE applied 2 ROULETTE (APE-2R) as lovely Diana (Lightning) sometimes jokingly has referred 2 this as with her LITTLE BOY, me. I applied this technique in 1986 2 roulette, and it worked very nicely until I began misusing the system and playing all sorts of weak parallel events in the ranges of merely 3:1, simply not strong enough 2 overcome the high gaming negative-advantage odds of the game, 5.26 if my memory is at all accurate, and any professional gambler will laugh at anyone who believes that anyone ever can challenge and successfully beat those odds in a long running play situation (LRP) also known as (LORPS) by these BOM, and Mountainpen. But shall we continue the present discussion regarding the POTENTIAL POLARITY ALTERATIONS of the WEAKER and INVISIBLE PARALLEL EVENTS, or the PPAWIPE, or pronounced as 'POPA-WIPE'. With enough power, anyone can run tests and pay armies of peeps 2 covertly do these tests on subjects, 2C if they run in a parallel event with some large item, that corporate giants and fortune top people have major and vested interests in, and then when someone is found 2 run in a powerful direction, normally in a reverse 4 reasons I have yet 2 fully comprehend here even after nearly 4 solid decades of being inside of this quintessential hellish nightmare situation; and when they come 2C peeps such as myself, who run in an endlessly opposite way in that when we have BAD DAYS, they and all the stuff pertaining 2 them and their entire business world and evil corporate Wall Street GREED, always appear 2 magically somehow do better and have a better or almost magically 'blessed' effect as a result; then they will pay these same or perhaps other groups of stage-2-testers that Morianity labels as CO's or carry-outers of their evil, meaning here, persecuting and harassing and making people's lives a living hell day and night, or as much as they R able 2 do without 2 much risk of exposure 2 this entire evil demonic operation that all started with me on August 15, 1986, and a perfect example of this very power-house true reality is something that happened 2 me about three futhermucking goddamn hours ago, and back when I was typing the previous sentence 2 this one, as U-C folks, my power JUST CUT OUT AGAIN AFTER ANOTHER MAJOR EXPLODING TRANSFORMER ON A NEARBY POWER POLE, A---G---A---I---N, FEDERAL UTILITIES COMMISSION, and my letter 2U will B sent B4 this week is out in a formal and major complaint against the FORT PIERCE UTILITY AUTHORITY, on several fronts, these endless horrendous outages BEING THE MAJOR ONE; but a nearly doubled bill in less than a quarter decade of time, as well as many other things; will all B told in my soon 2B trucking mailed COMPLAINT-LETTER 2 THE PUC. I HAVE GODDAMN ASS HAD IT, PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know Donald Trump and the SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE IS BEHIND MY ENDLESS MISERIES, BUT CANNOT PROVE IT, SO LET US GET BACK 2 THE POINT THAT I WAS TRYING 2 MAKE ON THIS BLOG FROM ABOUT 3 HOURS AGO NOW, OH FOLKS, FROM THIS PP&P-NON-RON-MTPN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was going over 2 the local town park anyway today, so Y they did this 2 me today, is anyone's stupid guest-guess and recent ad-spots of SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE PEEPS I'M QUITE SURE, and WALL STREET, & so am I really 'WROOOOOOOOOOOOONG' oh lovely 1980 shampoo ad-spot girl, and wonderful wannabe-pal Sir Honorable SENATOR SANDERS?????????????????? The assault happened somewhere around a wee bit after half past eight, and lasted until just a few minutes past nine, which is an amazing thing in my humble opinion (IMHO), as the opening bell on WALL STREET gongs at half past nine, and one would think that the power would have stayed off until well past that time, HOWEVER; since I left my trailer as I was planning 2 do anyway about twenty minutes later, 2 meet SIR SWAP at the dog-run park at the foot of the Hutchinson Island South Bridge; they probably rationalized out the simple reality that I am not there any longer 2B persecuted by it and so Y keep pissing off all of the other FPUA customers, so they had a ready made quick fix already on some type of a goddamn futhermucking standby-mode so 2 speak, and that is exactly what most likely went down; huh there coworker from RPL back in 1980, Mister Joseph Sivo, YO???????????????? After being out a while, the persecution, and just the very same way that it used 2 happen a whole lot, back in New Jersey, from 1987, all the way through until the time I finally left old New Jersey forever, at the end of 2009, began with one type and ended up a whole lot more as it went along with the other type; so what R these types U may B asking? Well, the two major assaults launched against me are AERIAL and GROUND, sounds simple, but what's behind it I assure U folks out here, is a major amount of strategic military operations or OPS-4-short. I call it from time 2 time on my blogs, 'MASMO'. So B4 the SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE TOTALLY WINS HERE & GETS THEIR WAY OF STOPPING MY BLOG, & WHAT I WAS TELLING U ALL ABOUT; ALLOW ME 2 GET BACK 2 IT NOW, WITHOUT WASTING ONE MORE FUTHERMUCKING GODDAMN ASSHOLE MOMENT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, we all know that this assault will bring their diseased stock market way way way up today, at least a 500 point gain, maybe over a thousand points, but it will rally way futhermucking up, and IPYT folks. And so B4-I do continue back on pernt here where we were hours ago, and back B4 this MONSTER ASS DEATH ATTACK HARASSMENT CAME UPON ME, AS DID THE 1983 CHOCKING CONDITION DID AS WELL, AND ALL OF THESE THINGS, allow me 2 remind U just exactly Y THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WILL INDEED FLY FLY FLY AND SUPER RALLY TODAY, ENDLESSLY SHOOTING UP-UP-UP-UP & UP:
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
Now
we were discussing some infrequently discussed particulars regarding
what Morianity has labeled and titled, PARALLEL EVENT, and how some
of these PE's are visible and some of them R invisible, and also,
they R within a possibility of polarized potential alterations or
what I call PPA's 4 a shortened abbreviation. We were talking about
the CO's or (CARRY-OUTER) soldiers in this WOMO-CLICK or CLAN or
CULT, or whatever title or name anyone out here would wish 4 me 2
list these diseased pricks as. It was
these VERY CO's WHO THEN WENT ONTO STRIKE ME WITH, AS OBVIOUSLY THEY
KNOW EVERY KEYSTROKE THAT I MAKE ON THIS GODDAMN COMPUTER, AND DIDN'T
LIKE WHAT I WAS SAYING, AND ABOUT 2 SHORTLY POST UP 2 THE 'BDC'
SITE!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this skit is as obvious as a child enjoying
a large trucking ice cream cone, and also just as obvious as this
MAJOR TRUCKING SPACE-BAR-HACK is being done 2 me since starting up
this blog after the 3 hour stop, and interference attack, from this
'SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE' PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now B4 we take this 2 where I wanted 2 go, I
must get some revenge and vindication by engaging my MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE
2 counterstrike this TRUMPFORCE-MACYFORCE TOTAL UGLY ROTTEN EPITOME
OF DISEASE ON CUBED CUBAN STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As my old song would go B4 the opening of it decades ago, “HERE
WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”:
MMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCCCC
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this 9 May, 2023 with two MAJOR DEATH ASSAULTS ON ME, YOUR CREATOR; A MAJOR UTILITY DEATH STRIKE AND POWER OUTAGE, AND A MAJOR AIR DEATH ATTACK ALSO, WITH MAJOR CHEMTRAILS AND AIRPLANES ASSAULTING ME ON A TOTAL DEATH LEVEL, as well as this ever ongoing nightmare attack on me, beginning on 11 April of 2023, and 4 AN ENTIRE MONTH NOW, 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.
Now shall we get back 2 what I was trying 2 say, nearly 4 futhermucking hours ago, around the half past eight time this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, right B4 all of TRUCKING GODDESSDAMN DOGTOWN BROKE LOOSE ALL AROUND ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' DAMN ASS BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ Almighty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As we all know without one small degree of possible doubt, my entire nightmare that took a once fairly lousy rotten life and transformed it into a living hell nightmare times four trillion cubed back on 08-15-1986; is all about PARALLEL EVENT, as remember, I was using and applying PE 2 the casino game of Roulette in those very days and times. Lightning taught this 2 me in my bathtub back in January sometime at the start of the year, and by March I was playing it on the nickel level ($5.00 gaming money red chips). After a month or so I was able 2 take my winnings and move up 2 the green chip or quarter level ($25.00), and shortly thereafter and within 90 days or so of my beginning doing this, I was on the black gaming chip level of $100.00. By early in the summer time of 1986 while still residing in Williamstown at the Highview Apartments, I was on this high roller level of play. Not all that many players R betting at least one hundred bucks on each and every bet, and when a player does, it normally is called betting the high roller level. I admit I was at the very low end of being a high roller, but it gets anyone noticed when U go onto become what they term a consistent-winner, the hugest cuss word ever spoken by any casino owner anywhere on this planet, I assure U all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Soon folks, I will B making a very trucking accurate record of 1986 and the entire hellishness that appears 2B all connected and attached 2 it, and by record, I MEAN THIS WILL B BLOGGED IN REAL CLEAR AND CONCISE DETAIL. B4 going on here, last night I knew that I'd probably B assaulted today, as there was a loud sound shortly past six last evening that was not the gunshot attack but rather most likely was aerial in nature or else it was an extremely loud intentionally annoying ground vehicle and then directly following that assault on me, POW-BAM, I was struck with another major CUBAN BOWELS DEATH ASSAULT, major rotten nasty ass diarrhea in other words, out of the blue as if Mike Tyson had just slugged me one in the solar plexus. But let me finish up this parallel event story that I was embarking on originally this morning B4 all of DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L) BUSTED LOOSE AROUND ME, YO BROADCASTED BRO MIKE SOFT HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay Mister Latengrate Roofdog I-Ching King Johnny Sir of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; let me start by reprinting (CAPPING) the short bunch of words that seemingly caused my moUUUUUUUrning disaster, and then go on from there and complete today's blogging-lesson: But shall we continue the present discussion regarding the POTENTIAL POLARITY ALTERATIONS of the WEAKER and INVISIBLE PARALLEL EVENTS, or the PPAWIPE, or pronounced as 'POPA-WIPE'. With enough power, anyone can run tests and pay armies of peeps 2 covertly do these tests on subjects, 2C if they run in a parallel event with some large item, that corporate giants and fortune top people have major and vested interests in, and then when someone is found 2 run in a powerful direction, normally in a reverse 4 reasons I have yet 2 fully comprehend here even after nearly 4 solid decades of being inside of this quintessential hellish nightmare situation; and when they come 2C peeps such as myself, who run in an endlessly opposite way in that when we have BAD DAYS, they and all the stuff pertaining 2 them and their entire business world and evil corporate Wall Street GREED, always appear 2 magically somehow do better and have a better or almost magically 'blessed' effect as a result; then they will pay these same or perhaps other groups of stage-2-testers that Morianity labels as CO's or carry-outers of their evil, meaning here, persecuting and harassing and making people's lives a living hell day and night, or as much as they R able 2 do without 2 much risk of exposure 2 this entire evil demonic operation that all started with me on August 15, 1986, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA of SAINT LUCIE COUNTY in FLORIDA-USA; U can certainly C unless U-R mentally slow or something, how my enemies were getting extremely pissed off at me, but let me now piss them off even more and continue and finish out me' whittle pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! So we've now established that this group of WOMO-OTAMMITE'S that I named back in 1988 while with David Roth one night outside of his Philadelphia home on Oakland Avenue in my parked car in his driveway, (World Owner-Milituforce Otammites) (WOMO) 4 a shortened abbreviation and made a part of my cassette taped musical projects of 1988 and 1989 (Epitome of Harassment) Part 2 and Part 3, from days now long gone by but when all of this nightmare was just beginning 2 rear its monstrously ugly head on me, and my real point that I feel that I need 2 make today on this blog and especially after the death siege following last night's brutal death assault on my bowels and the monstrous noise assault preceding it; is all about how we discussed and named this cult-group that was suddenly against us and injuring us and wiping out our lives, and he came up with his magical idea that he seemed very sure about after I had asked him how large in people-number he thought this evil diseased garbage truly is, and what now I truly believe is still the very same group only expanded in some unfathomable way and that all call themselves without knowing it of course on a conscious level of thought, “ENDLESS OBEDIENT SLAVES OF DONALD JOHN TRUMP”, and 4 short, EOSDJT and pronounced EE-AHHSS-ODOJOT, say it almost like like the name of Ian without the 'N' letter, and then following that would come, soda jot only saying the 'D' in soda more harder with the 'T' letter sound. This EEAHHSSODOJOT, or the WORLD OWNERS-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES, and this very same exact thing from back in 1988 and 1989, and right up through this very split second here on May 9 of 2023, is the new days labeled name of SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE AS WELL AS EEAHHSSODOJOT. What once was some weird cult that kept messing with Dave and myself everywhere we went, where we worked, while out driving,where we lived, it was inescapable, and this same thing has blossomed into this current days nightmare on futhermucking quintessential goddessdog steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They have their testers, they have their carry-outers, they have all kinds of endless peeps who R high up in government as well as military circles, and we came 2 realize and understand all of these nightmarish things way back in the ending days of the nineteen-eighties, and it is still happening now only much worse because it has grown monstrously so much larger now. I can go on and on forever here, but something else needs 2B added in first, as it is also of totally incomprehensible and monstrously inconceivable proportions, YO peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!! U need 2 remember all of the facts 4BU should even start 2 judge me, my accusations, and this entire story, as well as my level of sanity based entirely according 2 your own lives and personal surroundings and experiences, whomever any of U may B out there. This nightmare was all getting started as I began betting higher and higher amounts of money at the New Jersey casinos and then month after month, continuing 2 endlessly make consistent wins while doing this, something that even the great mind of Sir Prof Albert Einstein claimed as an impossibility. I say this great Verizon, NOT 2 BRAG HERE, IPYT. Truth is truth, and by its absolute nature, it simply cannot B bragged about, and so YO; I ain't bragging. This is nothing else but a total futhermucking nightmare cubed, CUBAN, and then multiplied by infinity itself folks!!!!!!! I have only a few billion other things 2 say and tell regarding all of these 1986-related things, but that can wait; as this needs 2B posted up NOW, right freaking NOW; YO BRRRRRR!!!
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
For the record. |
PAu000662409 |
1984 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
I'm Criana. |
PAu000724397 |
1985 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House. |
PAu003351785 |
2007 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system. |
TXu000514390 |
1992 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Lost love. |
PAu000344219 |
1981 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo collection, set 4. |
PAu000546149 |
1983 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo collection : set III. |
PAu000442785 |
1982 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr demo tunes. |
PAu000325091 |
1981 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Mohr tunes. |
PAu000411864 |
1982 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Queen of blue. |
PAu000825471 |
1986 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Real good girl. |
PAu000881543 |
1986 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK. |
PAu002506106 |
2000 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Saga of song writer Mark Mud. |
PAu000501582 |
1983 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah. |
PAu002153196 |
1996 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah. |
SRu000332786 |
1996 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Sarah Callio of ACNJ. |
SRu000362114 |
1997 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
Uncle. |
PAu000540585 |
1983 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
What's wrong? |
PAu000724407 |
1984 |
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Mohr, Mark W., 1954- |
You call this music? |
PAu000998574 |
1987 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two. |
PAu001148157 |
1988 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3. |
PAu001189027 |
1989 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204017 |
1980 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn. |
PAu000204015 |
1980 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morianity music pre-book. |
PAu002336935 |
1998 |
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Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954- |
Morianity tunes of 1998. |
PAu002282717 |
1998 |
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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 22nd 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 1st 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 1st 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.
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.
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 5th 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, & 61st 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 5th 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 'other 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 one half year later on 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 spring, that my condition has certain symptoms, and how I try to manage and play with dosages 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.
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
THE END, AND STINKING TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE & BACK.
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY THE END OF 2014, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, GIVE OR TAKE, BASED ON THE 'PEP' AVERAGE AS WELL AS MY DARN CONTINUAL ENDLESS PERSECUTION OF NEARLY 30 YEARS, SINCE THIS ALL MOTHER TRUCKING BEGAN ON AUGUST 15, 1986. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN BUTT ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE DUCKING SLAP, EVER SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986; IS MONSTROUS TIMES INFINITY. I WOULD NOT CARE IF THIS STOCK AVERAGE WAS ONE MILLION BASIS POINTS; BUT IT IS HARASSING ME TO DEATH ENDLESSLY; THAT FOR SOME STRANGE WEIRD REASON; I SEEM TO HAVE A YUCKING PROBLEM WITH!!!!
NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS ZIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER TRUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Good Lord and 25 cents, Mister McKinnon from 1980 and 1982; where is all of this goddessdog zit gonna' lead us all into now, YO? Have you ever ever wondered? Seriously Saru, forget about the cock yucking shadows and other unexplained mysterious. The ESS is the answer and the reason for all that goes down with humanity here on Planet Earth, my BRAHHHH!!! Hay, I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT IS 0808, but not in OHM-8, or in eighty-eight, SO PRAISE THE LORD, MISTER ROBERTSON HURRICANE STOPPER!!!!
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