Dear Diary Journal Number 0017

Friday, October 24, 2008

ANYONE IN IT CAN C IT IS A GAME

“Anyone In It Can C It Is A Game”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
Datfile: 102408.647.55 --- Beginning:

Where does a writer begin when he or she wants 2 say so much that it would fill shelves in a library? I will start with the fact that rote is needed so let me refresh some memories. First, the enemy is worried about a 4 PM prior blog posting, and is constantly playing with so-called updates on this machine. Stop worrying, I will B well over an hour, and the markets will B long closed. Did I tell anyone that the program that wanted 2B downloaded, Bconexe, etcetera, was the only thing that vanished with my moving into the Marhouse here at 65 Middle in Berry-fires, NJ? First I woke up at 8 this morning 2 what both Ann Silva and I thought was a normal deep October morning fox. It was not, it was smoke; and U could not C next door houses from a hundred feet away. The local Commerce Bank is closed, but all of the stores around R still open, including Sam Walton’s place. As with the entire week, again, planes R flying a lot, noisy and annoying, and my beautiful buzzard DEEDEE is also watching carefully over me. Interactions last night with my dream body, ‘astral’ were unusually major, yet did not include in waking world recall, either of my lightning goddesses, Scylla or Diana. There is a major bunch of reality going on regarding this program, and the Egg Harbor genius daughter Gabriana, Paula King and her so called computer whiz daughter, and the entire connected affiliation with all of the humans involved in all of this. A separate fire was intentionally set according 2 the Egg Harbor City Fire Marshal, just houses away from Roy Weiler’s place there in town yesterday. Those powerful museum secrets R hitting some nerves, when U read it both in-between the lines, as well as in conjunction with these blogging texts on Morianity. Again, get the book everybody, written by my great friend Roy Weiler, called, “Secrets of the Museum”, it is beyond incredible when U learn the facts about the town of Egg Harbor as well ass who his third grade teacher was in the city’s primary school, and the list is not done, just needs 2 stop now 4 reasons of my personal health, safety, and welfare. Someone paid off the family of computer whiz Gabby not 2 help me with my computer, a sum of 5 thousand dollars; and she has not shared this secret with her clan. Hope U do not go to the great Harbor fields and purchase drugs and ruin your life, big G. This 6 foot something 350 pounds of muscle teenager is very beautiful, but obviously extremely physically powerful, and I am not trying 2 make her mad at me, not unless Scylla is right down the street 2 protect me if it should ever come 2 that. I do know that both Atlantic City and Egg Harbor, both in Egg Harbor Township here in the garden green lawn state of lovely hile New Jersey, USAESMWG, R all connected up in huge drug trafficking corruption as well as major other covered up secrets with deadbolt locks on warehouse sized closets, stronger than Fort Knox. Levy was forced 2 behave as he did with me, his kid told me this, while we were in the 'staceypool' together, 10 days or so back. U would all have 2 have been there with me 2 have appreciated the full power and surreal and outlandish effects of driving around that day in the start of when else but the POWER MONTH of AUGUST, 'AU' 4 those remembering their elemental basic HS physics, and not musically vibrating hyperspace either. However, U do C by now hopefully y’all, how powerful symbolism really can get, at least I sure hope U do, or really, there just is no hope 4-U anyway, stay SBAD, spiritually-blind-and-deaf. I’d like 2 say it is not hurting me if all of U stay so totally unaware of these truths, but it would B a lie. An army is not as fast as its fastest soldier, a chain is not as strong as its strongest link, U all know at least this much, right? The humanity-collective of enlightenment is not stronger because of me being so aware, but it is weaker because y’all R not aware. The great number one billion can B pulled way down if averaged with trillions of other numbers of between 1 and 5, dig shovel-butts? It works sort of like averaging when it comers 2 measuring collective awareness of humanity. On top of this the less enlightened tend 2 pull those starting 2 climb out of the abyss of Lowville, back down with them, into their sins and drunkardness and drugs and filthy behaviors and so on. Those starting and trying 2 raise up above, normally R targeted by drug dealers in bad neighborhoods all across Americas, as they sense this in their astral reality inside of them, and know that in order 2 combat it, they must try hard 2 bring them right back downward to their lowlife levels. Am I wrong, tell me?

So early in August, roughly 10 years 2 the day of the terroristic threat that was made 2 my mother and me at the then Turnersville Pathmark store in Washington Township, Turnersville New Jersey, USAESMWG, on August the second of 1996, while on my major mission and life quest 2 find my Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah-Scylla-Krassle, or SSJKK-PIMC, I was blogging, and without applying 2 much deep thought into it, sort of requested her 2 help me get her Bcon-exe program downloaded into my PC, as I could not get it 2 do this. I told her that I am all alone in the world with no one 2 help me, and 2 weeks later, after being all alone 4 an entire decade, I now have been adopted by a strange and bizarre family, but I am not alone, and I asked her for all of this, and then later blamed her 4 answering my blog-prayer 2 her, what a freaking shellfish, I could put this 2 music!!!!!!!!!!, if you’ll sing it 4 me Scylla, with no cheating programs either, sure, I can write a song and have U sing it electronically through digital sampling technology, and it would B so good that only the top FBI labs could know it is a fake, but this is what brings me now to the very point of today’s blog. I need 2 talk now about the Native Americans, the INDIANS as they were termed in the cowboy days; and their knowledge of TECHNOLOGY. Last night’s interaction was all about this, and I began in a controlled way B-4 losing Kevin Bacon’s Flat-lined rope, by taking my Diana 2 her favorite Ziggler Mall, and then onto one of her real favorite places, a huge park with gigantic colorful tall and wide water falls, dropping into a multicolored large cool and refreshing pond with bright red grass growing all around the banks of this pond. We made passionate love and she dangled her long bright yellow hair all in my face just the way I love her 2 do, and then suddenly, I was standing in a strange human world park with a 6 year old African American boy, who was mocking me, and saying all kinds of nasty and rude things 2 me; finally telling me that he was madly in love with Dawnie Terra-BULL and wanted me 2 fix him up with a date with her, and I fell down raucously laughing in a fit. Here this 6 year old snot is demanding that I fix him up with a mature 40 year old woman. He said if I did not, he would tell some of my deepest secrets 2 all of hyperspace and 2 some of my professors at the Teck Bay Mystery School of the Astral Plane, U humans would refer 2 this as the land of the dead. I told him while still laughing, but less aggressively and emotionally, that he is a little kid and should have boyfriends at his age. He asked me what he would do with boyfriends, and said that he was only interested in the girls. I told him that Dawn exists in my waking world and not here, and then he broke out laughing as he pointed with his finger, and out of seemingly nowhere, came Dawn. He said 4 me 2 ask her 2 go out with him or else, and I replied 2 go home 2 your mother and suck your thumb on the way. With that, this little shkit picked up a rock and threw it right into my face with incredible force, and I no longer could C out of my right eye, and with the sight from my left eye, was able 2-C that the rock was literally embedded into where my right eye socket was. I went over 2 grab him and he picked me up and threw me like a pair of underwear, and I went sailing about 20 feet down the lane. Dawn then came over and punched the kid on top of his head so hard that his head actually broke off and rolled. I began 2 run, and found myself running into a casino but none in this present waking world, as it was suddenly Atlantic City, but a totally different one. I was jumping down sets of stairs groups of 3 or 5 or even 8 at some spots, and then I suddenly looked over and an extremely beautiful tall brunet was following me, and also jumping along with me; and then I realized that there was a song loudly playing through the casino’s PA system, and I recognized it. It was a song I wrote 14 or 15 months ago in the summertime somewhere last year in the oh-seven-year, called “Technology”. This beautiful young queen in her early twenties was smiling at me, and when we both finished jumping, and had reached the long awaited bottom 2 these seemingly endless stairs; she said 2 me, “Do U hear your song playing Mark, they R playing your song?”. I thought this crazy queen was some nut case and ran away from her as fast as I could down some hallway, and into a room that had an open door. After entering the room, I closed and bolted the door and as I was turning around, there she was, and not a bit out of breath. She all ready was in the room. She grabbed me and lifted me off of my feet and passionately kissed me. Then I realized she looked familiar, almost like a miniature of the girl who raped me in the real waking world in the John F. Kennedy elevator in Stratford, New Jersey, USAESMWG back when my mom was made mysteriously ill, and she lay deathly ill in the hospital after being brought back from death as U mortals refer to this illusion as. She said that she was her daughter Jeanie-Anne and that I was hers now and I better never try 2 get away. She said that she is one of the mighty VIQUEEN girls in SSJKK’s gang, and remembers all of it while awake in hyperspace. She proceeded 2 pick me up and carry me, and I was thinking of last nights blog while in this interaction, and how I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard, by the luscious little blond lifeguard officer employed by the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, www.acbp.com/ and yes, every time I blog and use a hyperlink site, it alternates, my last blogs had the blue underscore, and this does not, as I all ready Lenny McKinnon knew was gonna happen, reading these trucking hock pluckers is as easy as 'Mike Pervert Jackson, and his ABC-123'. Back now on pernt Queen Archibald, enwie, she carried 280 pounds like she was carrying her 3 pound doll, and threw me into a very cozy bed, and then went on 2 screw my brains out of my skull. Her kisses were warm and wet and covered my entire face, and it was awesome. Then afterwards, she talked softly 2 me 4 a few minutes, and then boom, she was all over me again, and then again, and I lost count. Then the room began 2 detach and move away from the casino building, and behind a wall was a curtain and a control panel looking similar 2 the cockpit of a large commercial aircraft. She was taking the room off the Earth and I saw the Earth turn into a tiny ball and vanish in a window behind me. Bright stars were all over and nothing else, just dark empty space and countless bright stars. Suddenly the room began 2 disintegrate and simultaneously, a huge surrounding area was integrating and forming around where we had just been. I found myself in a highly industrialized area like a petrol chemical plant in the deep south of the United States, and the girl took my hand and said she was taking me to my new home. After we had walked miles, she led me into an area that was totally inside miles of networked industrial plants yet appeared totally residential and even was loaded with full sized trees and gardens and very beautiful flowers. We entered a house that read '8526 Conquen'. The inside of the door had the number 516292 and a hyphen and then 3 J’s, or ‘516292--J-J-J‘. Gawky Gaukauk was inside this home or large condo apartment, or whatever Congressman Andrews; and was roaring and cracking up laughing, pointing at me and laughing some more, and then with his paws, he started slapping his legs. I kept saying 2 him, GAWKY, GAWKY, GAWKY, Y-R-U doing this 2 me, and he laughed harder. Then I saw a large thing that looked like a bed, and it was not a bed. It was hollow, and I looked inside of it. I saw me in my bed, here at the Hammonton home I was asleep in; and I was astonished. He aimed some kind of steam gun at me, and I felt a slightly warm mist coming my way. Then it moved slowly at me, and was a precise miniature of a Chemtrail. I tried 2 get away but it followed me around the room, and as I ran faster, it blew faster at and towards me, until finally, it got me. I began melting into it, and I felt it go into this bed-like box, and gently placing me inside my body while I was in this dream. The next thing that I remember was waking up in a bolt at 8 AM on the nose, and going out of my bedroom. Ann was sitting in the dining room, and told me 2 take a look at the dense fog that had surrounded the entire area, only later I came 2 learn that it was not fog at all, but smoke blown in from the recent Hammonton area forest fire. I had a nice talk later around the noon time with KS, and she will B paying attention this weekend 2 my blogs, as this weekend may very well B the last one 4 me in this waking world.

There was an old playing card trick in the early 60’s and late 50’s called, TURN OVER THE TOPS OF 2. Only a few genius minds could ever C how it was done, and how U could go through many motions and know the precise card out of 52 that was left. My mother was behind this trick and a friend of hers who was dating a United States Army General a long while back, showed her this trick along with the horse racing trick, that caused the racing forms of those days 2-B forever altered, so as 2 prevent others from ever catching onto this, and doing it at the track and winning. In this box of old papers that my blog from last night made mention of regarding the attempted reconstruction in August of 1970 of the burned up Book-of-the-Beach, from 1968 and 1969, was also the affinity numbers 4 roulette, supposedly known only by a powerful Trappis Monk nearly 400 years ago, and the inventor of the game, Herman Roule. If U use it, do not take 2 much, and do not brag or piss these dudes off, as U-R messing with the Mob BRAH. With today’s computer technology, it may B possible 2 circumvent the new racing form, as stats that R needed 2 run this fantastic system should B available on this great web 4 those mega geniuses who really know how 2 let their fingers do the clicking. U need 2 find a horse that always beat the other horses in the race, or in races with any of them B-4, they had 2 come in ahead of that horse. Then U simply bet this horse 2 come in the SHOW position. Every time my mom needed 2 make a mortgage payment or pay a doctor or dentist bill, and when she lived near a track which at one time she did; this is what she did, and never lost one race. The biggest secret of all is none of this junk. It has 2 do with reaching non-existence or NIRVANA. I have every god and goddess on the entire astral plane watching me carefully with tight scrutiny. They all want 2-B able 2 shut this off, it can’t B shut off, existence is just what it is, existence; and it does not require a time dimension in order 4 it 2 in fact B. A couple of totally wasted high rock stars that stumbled into my studio in the early part of the 80 year told me something so incredible, I thought I would eat my own shkit. I am not able 2 safely from these shores ever talk about this. There R some lines even I just do not ever dare 2 cross. I can tell U that rock stars R indeed interesting, but if U encounter one, U have not missed anything. In fact, if U-R fortunate enough 2-B a non-existor, only U know how blessed U really R. I have a small inkling, but U KNOW, BRO.

Technology is more than science and constructing machines and a song written in the oh-seven year by Mountainpen. I want 2 thank the crooked con artists from Americord of Cali 4 doing me an immense favor, as long B-4 the US © Copyright Office ever opened my last project called, LUNCH-BREAK AT THE SORIAN-18-GUARDHOUSE, and as stated B-4, they refused 2 permit me 2 place the needed history-marker of the number (18) on the title, but the real punch is that the song has been stolen, and has made a mint of money 4 a powerful big apple group, & U know who U-R, and I am far from finished with any of U. Believe that if U ever believed in stinky brown squished sneakers. Thanx to the JFK hospital giant, and her dream-world daughter, I realize a huge NEW thing that GOT PAST ME, hopefully this time, NOT 2 LATE, MC!!~!!!!!!~!!!!~!!~!!!!!~!!~~!.

Google and Swis and KS World Labs of the great future, this is Michael Mountainpen, and BLAH AND BLAH AND BLAH!!!!! If E=MCXMC, does MC&MC= Paul Evans Pedersen, hay, after all, he is the one that got me 2 admit to myself, that it was really the Atlantic Ocean that I was so forever really madly in love with, and from there it all just fit perfectly into place, like a couple of lovers in an eternal bed together. I am sorry 4 my 'shellfishism' Queen M, but sometimes one must speak out in their own defense, in fact it was U that showed me this, in the blowing in the winds interaction of 3 weeks ago, and your bravery in your home that day is and was beyond commendable. I have so much respect and worship 4-U my queen, it is beyond any human word-ability.

KS, if U-R listening as U say U will B; I will make so much more clear at a later time, but those involved, all know precisely what is being spoken in these powerful words.

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I have a major WOMO-SPACEFORCE ANNOYING FLUCKING MINI-DROID this afternoon making me beyond gull barn nutso squared, cubed, Cuban, Havana weapon struck and re-squared again, YO!!!!!! this ting just won't trucking die and endlessly avoids a magical air channel that seems 2 slide him through the endless slaps of me' hands, as we all know, gnats R indeed hard 2 kill, but thissssssss is totally and fully and completely 'Katy-PEE' absurdly 100 percent 'WEEEEDEEEEEEKAWUSS', 2 put it mildly here!!!!!!!! So all great Trenton, NJUSAESMWG nightclubs B damned into Dogtown, and just where is me' ole' coworker bud-pal, Officer Kevin Willis, I wonder, YO? 2 quote the great latengrate Senator Hopeful of 10-SC from times gone by and marvelous television shows such as “L&O”, “Everybody has 2-B somewhere, even magical griffins, not pipes, such as Mister Levi March”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay Mister King, so I will admit here 2 adding in a whittle bit of me' own words into his great TV-show quote from days gone by. Well I can no longer say so it seems, that Kate and I don't have any money, as she went on 2 make quite a name 4 her awesome self, am I right or WROOOOOOOONG on that front, lovely Mizz Honorable Senator Hilary Clinton, mah'm?????????? WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA. So since I am remaining under this endless and infinite 3,000 year old family curse known as the HUNTINGTON CURSE, I am the one without any doe, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So B damned 2 Dogtown all wonderful internet foundations such as this one now long gone and defunct: www.morianity-foundation.com/ and clicking on it will take U simply 2 an error page, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How long will peeps refuse 2 believe that my awesome daughter has been teasing me and messing with me now since she has been 13 or 14 years old, after this 20 year old writing tells more powerful truths concerning the proofs 2 my claims than the Dead Sea Scrolls ten times over????????? Is this world beyond BLIND AND DEAF, OH AWESOME LORD JESUS, so COME QUICKLY LORD, PLEASE, as HOW MUCH LONGER MUST I SUFFER WITH THIS NIGHTMARE, YO????????????

When the real magic began happening around me in late 1986 and cvontinued into 1987, I never dreamed tha tit would literally possibly last an entire god slam lifetime, as IT HAS! Please poopy pop, just don't look at me with that dopey expression on your face and say, “OH WELL”, as U did so often in 1977 while living with me many months at the illustrious CARRIAGE LAMP NON-NEW YORK Apartments, on Julia White's Horse Pike in Clementon, NJ-USA, and the home of the future STUDIO PARK RECORD CO. “THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”!!!!!!!!!!!!

Diana (Lightning); I know that U can hear me and read me on this internet system, as U-R the electron and can do these things. I WILL LOVE U FOREVER AND ALWAYS, and wish that U were right here with me this very second, or that Governor Desantis would show me mercy and allow me 2-B the happiest citizen of his state of Flowerland (Florida-USA) by allowing me 2 die in the electric chair, as I have always so dreamed of doing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods, do I love U, my awesome BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I screwed up and said the weekly average amount of spins playing roulette at brick and mortal casinos was 50 K, and meant 2 say 5 K and that is if a player dedicates most of the entire week 2 playing roulette. So a lifetime maximum of spins is not 100 but rather TEN MILLION SPINS, sorry, my error and mind-hack!

Yes the great 5^th dimensional hyperspace is quite gigantic & 'HUUUUUUUGE' Senator Sanders sir, but the MIND dimension or the (6^th dimension) is so much vaster than even that, and is not even something that ever could B committed 2 verbiage or any kind of oral or written or coded human communications, ever-ever-ever-ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I have confused some peeps throughout my once-public-forum writings by saying that Purgatory blew out in 2 parts and each part is a 5^th dimensional hyperspace and that both parts R contained within an 11^th dimensional fabric, so how can the 6^th dimension fit into that maze of wild sounding total nonsense, some R pondering? Just as trying 2 visualize the size of the 6-D is quite beyond impossible times infinity even 4 a million Al Einstein's all put together, so is this. U need 2 have a coin or a coil show it 2-U and it just cannot B explained better than what I have told of so far in my past nearly 20 years of these writings, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As my errors R many, what I like 2 do is simply re-post every so often, and make my corrected newer writings available once again so that it seems 2 have less screw ups in the story. I don't like nor enjoy these darn glass truck ups any more than any viewer and reader ever did, YO, and simply put and daring 2 sound like a very very distant cousin of mine, the gods forbid, “It isn't my fault”, it is cosmic or human hackers in various forms, and I am powerless 2 prevent these problems and if I could, I would; as I would alter my entire life if I wasn't suffering under this horrendous rod slam HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!! How would anybody out there like 2-B under this nightmare plucking hellishness??????????????

When my documents R hack-poofed away intosome magical limbo and off my system in this new type of hack that has worsened over th epast 12 months or so of blogging; the document vanishes an dwhen it goes off an dthe entire little lower screen box goes away as well, this means that it has poofed into some magical zone of what I choose now 2 label as T-O-M or Temporary Oblivion Magic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOM is nice and short, and so is GLENN. So wow that; but me' pernt is as follows: It is nowhere 4 about a minute or so. Then after this wait-time, it can B brought up by opening the file, but 4 a minute, it simply does naught exist any more, just LIKE THAT AWESOME MAGICAL DESIRED STATE, THAT ALL INFINITE EXISTORS SUCH AS ALL OF US R INDEED ENDLESSLY WISHING 2-B IN AND REACH, only it never can B, we exist and time does not exist, and that is that, Mister Esolph. But in this TOM DEAL, suddenly it exists, so where was it when it did naught exist, oh awesome transdimensional Mister Glenn Roland, me' ole' musical associate from days long now gone by, YO??????????????????????

Posting 2 cloud at 5:14 PM, 11-09-2023.

Dear Diary Journal Number 0016

3:00 AM, Thursday, November 9, 2023

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

Yesterday was a third straight day of heavy death siege, but not super high, & sometimes I refer 2 that type of junk surrounding me, as medium-high CCOT. Still, it is no fun, just as days that may not B absolute bottom of the barrel days or BOTBAR, yet R so close 2 it such as rounded up and rounded down 1-2 and 2-1 rated days, as well as even some rounded up 2-2's. In any rod slam event YO, my MP4B charts R just about 2 force a really bad deal upon me as the year has an unbreakable 27 X 1 resistance as we all know only 2 well and this means a very horrendous time 4 me lays definitely frikkin' ahead, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, KIND SHERIFF KEN MASCARA; OH GREAT MIGHTY AND AWESOME ILLUSTRIOUS SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE, Surfer Fonty.

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

Parallel event simply, and quoting lovely but rotten Mizz Dawn-Marie King here; “IS WHAT IT IS”, and there is no fighting either CITY HALL, nor THAT; oh poopy father, and once pal of my near-distant-cuzz, and also 'must-B-called' Uncle Heinz Gottwald, of the yacht club, across the bay from his Babylonian home at 175 Peninsula Drive and just down the road a short ways from the nationally then famous, “Kaptain Kangaroo”!!!!!!!!!!! He was the “Sally Starr of the New York City area and a wee tad bit more well known; but both were hosts of 'kiddie' shows', such as 'K-K', and 'Popeye Theater'. SO TEE-HEE-HEE, Mizz Lilly M!!!!!! But back 2 the pernt here Mister Archibald of Queens and maybe even Kings, and without any tunes about crazy thing impersonations; parallel event is a powerful byproduct of Einsteinian 'QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT', would B perhaps quite an excellent way of saying this, huh there Sally & Billy, from 1967??????????? SOOOOOOOOOO, Y make things more complex than they ever truly need 2-B?

I woke up around a quarter shy of three this morning, and out of a wild and extremely unpleasant dreaming interaction. I was living again back at my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL at 4^th & Preston Streets, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. Speaking of being different ages in our 'dreams' than we may B in waking life and how clocks and time in the 5^th dimension have no more relatability and reference than they would 4 peeps of the fictional STAR TREK TV-SHOW supposed times of peeps living all over the Milky Way Galaxy yet all connected 4 the most part with each other, nice whittle 'pipe dweem', huh Mister Elmer Fwudddd, YO????????????? The mighty Tom Glenn was supposed 2 come over 2 the apartment 2 help me hook up some crazy electronic equipment, and in the waking world I indeed did have more than my share of lots of wild and nutso electronic stuff 2 put it quite mildly and politely here, Mister Tommy Rowe, of all great jelly's and jams the world over, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In waking life here, he came over 2 this place or winn-joint or apartment once but not 2 help hook up anything other than his own electric guitar so that he could sing over a music track on my song from the great awesome DREAM-WORLDS, called “LOIS FOCA”, standing of course 4 none other than, “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS”. The great and illustrious UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT © OFFICE has a copy of this being done on that day, and 2 this day; on an audio cassette tape, hopefully by now, digitally transferred over, or something is making me think this anyway, like WOW MACY STACEY TRUCKS of all magical Astral and Earthly numeration systems of 3-4-7-12-1984 DICE CUBES, and endless REDFIELD SAFET CLUES, coming straight out of Jesus Christ's commanded biblical scripture teachings, YO!!!!!!!!!!! 4 short from now on, that is HIS or Jesus' CBST. I cannot let Mister 1971 McNulty go unrewarded and ignored here, naught thissssssss time, oh lovely Mizz white star hot Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm, so here goes: “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!

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This computer is super hacked, and even being off line completely, just totally did another document disappearing act on me at 3:53 AM, bringing me 2 a super BOTBUR, & not quite 2 BOTBAR; but I lost an entire paragraph that needs 2-B retyped now, and also Jane Rotten Miserable Witchbitch Slutpants Sleazeweedsdisease just nailed me when the document came back after bringing it up again, and hence is Y those 5-rows R all there. I am now gonna' have 2 try and reconstruct what I said, and it won't B word 4 word of course; as some goddamn stinking HALLS FAWCE has seen 2 that, and I do save every sentence, yet the entire paragraph was LOST. I was getting into discussing my days at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, and despite telling it B-4 on many prior writings, I was reiterating stuff about my days while residing in the place B-4 1802, & in my home in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG. I was telling how I had found a ton of electronic junk that some may call it, that had been dumped in a wooded area, while out walking my dog, Roseann; back in the spring time of 1980. I had begun shortly after moving into 1802, 2 hook up all sorts of wild circuits and systems with this stuff, and then into my stereo equipment, and eventually my telephone system as well; so that I could even back then, upon rare necessary occasions, record phone calls in very great audio quality. Many wild things were all connected up together in waking life, but in my dreaming interactions, I am in many locales where the systems R even a lot more complex and sophisticated 2 say it mildly. One thing that was accidentally done in all of my magical circuits and invented combinations of electronic circuits, was the creation of my audio distortion removal machine, that literally could take a completely saturated tape from recording at 2 high a volume unit recording level, and remove the distortion completely while still keeping the power of the strongly recorded signal. Peeps 2 this day 40 plus years later still cannot create what I accidentally put together one day at 1802 R-H. In waking life I indeed did have a lot of junk that despite not looking 2 nice, and was kept covered with nice decorative large covering materials purchased by my mom; seemed 2 make magical stuff happen, electronically that is, no genie's popping out of bottles or along those lines, YO. Still, what I had discovered back then, in the world of audio, was beyond amazing on steroids. If I have 2 say it myself, so B it, as I WILL, and gladly, as truth is truth!!!!! Now in parallel worlds, these systems R-4 the most part, a lot more complex and wild than in my waking times at 1802 R-H. Many times I am rearranging a lot of the stuff in various spots in the living room of the apartment, normally by myself, and occasionally with other peeps, or usually with one other person and never the same person. Once within a year or so back and while living where I am now, I was there in a powerful dreaming interaction, and with me was Mister William Griggs who worked with my mother at the then Lavino Shipping Company, or at my mom's job in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. This guy moved my mom and I into 1802, from our home that we had sold at 112 E. 5^th Avenue, in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG. This is when he began always moving us from place 2 place, and 'YO-YO moving us from town 2 town' so often, as I was endlessly trying, and in total vein, 2 escape my WOMO DEMONIC HELLISH nightmare problems, even then B-4 1986, only the actual damn magical attacks that come out of absolutely nowhere, had not begun until the days after moving into Cherry Hill and Richard Barf-Karpf's nightmare home on Route 70 or Marlton Pike at 1931, on 15 July of 1986. In that dream from within the past year give or take, Griggs was coming over 2 help me with some of my electronic junk and was an expert in that universe and even some type of an electrical engineer, as opposed 2 here where he owned and ran his own company at the waterfront in Philly called the Griggs Waterfront, and 2 this day it is still on my credit files and showing me there presently on my 'Credit-karma' account. Now in last night's wild dreaming experience it was Tom Glenn who was the electrical engineer. He was coming over 2 help me put together some junk that was giving me trouble, and I had three areas in the living room all messed up and was trying 2 arrange some furniture and end-tables so that I could place the various machines on top of. As stated, here in waking life, he came over in January of 1981, so that he could take a taped copy of his guitar and copy it onto my open reel RS1500US semi-pro mastering machine, as it was officially called, and then he sang over this with the machine, as this had what was called 'sound on sound feature' allowing an endless rerecording of things without losing what was underneath of it, and automatically blending it all together, or mixing as the term goes in the music-bizz. He also brought along his awesome guitar, so that if I did not like something on the taped copy, he would then redo it, or redo parts of it, as the machine also had a splicing block, or 'edit-all' block that had been permanently attached onto it, near the looping part where the open reel tape went underneath of the numerous systems of the machine. This is all that was done in waking life that day in early 1981 at my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill. But in last night's wild 'dream', he was coming over 2 assist me with my numerous machines that he was such an expert with there in that alternate reality. Only, he did not arrive as he was supposed 2 and got there at the end of the nightmare and I said the nightmare and that will become quite revealing now as 2 just Y this word choice was used. All kinds of hellish stuff however began going completely wrong, furniture end-tables began breaking and machines fell onto the floor, and suddenly I realized that numerous systems were not in 2 different spots in the room but suddenly they were now in 4 spots, and then on top of this, my audio monitors turned on 4 no reason, and stayed on even after I totally took out the connecting RCA plugs from the rear of them, and they began laughing at me and telling me that Griggs and Glenn will come out when they R told 2-B there by the WOMO, and naught B-4, and the naught word came out totally as Mizz Blake said it 2 me in our phone talk from 1983, and it was pronouncing the 'NOT-WORD' as in the word 'astronaut'. Then the sounds of laughter and all other noise halted completely. Then I heard footsteps on the outside stairwell of the apartment system, and it was three men, one of whom was Tom Glenn, and this wild place had us all at the ages that we were back in the beginning of the 1980's, just as Tom and I were when he came over in waking life, 2 do the LOIS FOCA tune. When I opened my door and they all walked into the 1802 apartment, Tom and his 2 pals whom I never ever knew here from my waking life back then, or ever up 2 this very day; oh lovely dream discussing Mizz Carolyn Stoddard of 'Dark Shadows'; but there I know that I had known all of them, and just as we all seemingly know some things in our dreaming interactions, and remember the knowing of it when waking back up. One of them was a nasty mouthed guy who never had a nice thing 2 say and in waking life from knowing Sir Tom Glenn, I know that he would never have been pals with such a mean spirited person, but there, Tom was a wee tad bit different 2. He admitted in the dream when I found myself asking him of it, that yes, he did know lovely Mizz Patricia Hollister, and that they knew all along that I wanted her 2 someday sing my song called, “Burn With Fire”. This is where I now am caught up after the wild computer hack all went down, and think that I've told all that they tried 2 make vanish and Potter-poof away into the Hogwarts Structure of Mega gega terra juata Dogtown!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA Apollo-Lucy D-K!!!!! Oh if Jim Burr were here, how he would totally flip out right about now warning me naught 2 ever poke fun at SATAN THE DEVIL. I just love these dark ages!

Then I told Tom how my speakers had just acted wild and nutso, and so he opened them up and began connecting them electronically, into all sorts of wild looking transdimensional oscilloscopes from this alternate universe. I stopped typing just long enough 2 play a very quick roulette game, that one number, the noise number, is powerfully parallel event attracted 2 come out, when a major noise assault comes down or goes down around me; Mister RPL Joe 1980 Sivo, speaking here on this writing of those times, YO sir!!!!!!!!!!!! In just six spins, the 2^nd one and the 6^th one, it came out, making me a nice whittle fortune and teaching them a nice whittle wesson, and without being wet or used by Hollywood peeps one wee tad whittle bit, despite being LIGHTNING'S WHITTLE BOY, huh there hole driller Detective Transdimensional Eliot Stabler, oh great mighty SIR? Moving on now, Diana's tiny little crescent moon is beyond gorgeous and one of the planet's out there is practically holding HER hand and right next 2 HER, at 5 of the clock this moUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO!!!!!!!! It is 'twuwee' an awesome sight, 'wessons' or naught, and definitely 'WET OR DRY', YO YO YO YO YO YO. That goddess on the TV show is BEYOND WHITE STAR HOT, and I'll admit that one right here and right now, oh U great and lovely awesome Lieutenant Anita VanBuren!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane Sir, a big fat sloppy “WOW-THAT”, huh ole' boy????? Now back on 'pernt' here, after the wild 5 AM noise interruption, that this prick on a bike, and sometimes his pals with him around this time, up on the highway sometimes do; oh SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, GREAT SIR: So after Sir Tom Glenn had run some tests on the audio monitors, he told me that, “In the future, and in a parallel world, these sounds being generated R a parallel-event 2 world geological catastrophes”!!! I stared at him and upon awakening, I instantly jotted it down, and I may not have awakened if not 4 the DEATH-ANGEL actually waking me with a major right side death angel assault on me, and I recalled what he said word 4 word so B-4 forgetting it, I jumped out of bed and jotted it down, and he said another thing shortly thereafter. He grabbed one of the monitors and heaved it onto his back and was much bigger and stronger in this parallel world than in waking life, and he said 2 me, “These piece of S*** speakers R the reasons 4 many things that will go on 2 happen around U now”. As he said it he was taking them out 2 a truck that these dudes had all driven up in. Now these were the speakers that there in waking life, I had not yet built, as it was not until 4 months or so later from the day that he was over at the apartment 2 sing the 'LOIS FOCA' song, that I had built and finished making those 2 stage audio monitors that were quite gigantic in size, and were used, up until my days with Paul Pedersen, and I had allowed him 2 take them 2 a small rented place below Sir Frank Delpercio's poolroom hall, in the center of town of Clementon, NJUSAESMWG. This is where they ended up and the gods only know from after that since I no longer was able 2 have large items such as that, once I moved out of Sir Guthrie Short's Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG mansion, at 231 South Route 73. I believe that both Mizz Dawn-Marie King's doggie Midge, as well as the open reel machine just talked about now on this writing, and that was placed as curettage, outside of Paul's house, when he moved from 8^th Street in Pine Hill, and into some place just west of Blueberryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG; that my daughter's peeps came and got both that as well as the dog that was given 2 a farmer who lived right directly across the highway of RT-73 South, from Guthrie Short's mighty mansion near the great cell tower, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and I recognized them from TV and movies as well as great karate ad-spots, huh there Mister Horse-Bizz Bill of Atlantic City, and speaking of all great fires everywhere, YO, were taken by peeps of me' kid, but cannot of course ever B completely sure??????????? The machine in MC's awesome 2001 DVD movie 'G' looked totally identical and the doggie MIDGE did as well, down 2 the intricately patterned fur dust of that adorable doggie. And Y did they all remove the original stuff in that awesome show with my kid singing the tune with the word 'freaking' repeating throughout the hook of it, huh lovely Patty HHH? Yes fire, hospitals, glen's of Ireland, other GLENN's, wild intense 5^th dimensional interweaves, and endlessly unexplainable junk that never quits and on major hyper ultra time steroids, wanna' cut me a rod slam break here, oh lovely non-McFly 1985 Mizz MARGIE LEO, oh girl????????

So after following Tom and his 2 pal buds down the stairs and asking them Y they were removing my audio monitors, Tom turned back 2 me saying, “The whole world is all messed up in the future in many 5-D locales now, and all because of these wild monitors of yours, they have gotta go, and I've been sent by HALLS FAWCES 2 get rid of them now, whether U like it or naught”, and again, he said that word 'not', the way that lovely Mizz Blake went onto say this 2 me, a couple of years later in 1983, here in the waking world of where I now am typing this out. He then added and I may have a word transposed slightly off but the gist is 100 percent, “great winds will B coming up in minutes, blowing half this world apart, if I don't get rid of these damn speakers, and right now”. Just as he was throwing one of them in his truck and his 2 pal buds were heading back towards my apartment 2 pick up the other speaker, winds came out of absolutely nowhere and the entire truck went up into the air right out of that awesome TV movie we all know and love, “The Wizard of Oz”, and then the entire Robin Hill Apartment system was completely wrecked and it looked like a war zone within minutes, just like over in the Gaza strip right now looks, it would B impossible 2-C and tell the difference, YO, and I just was given another very trucking annoying (yO-HACK) again! Of course attempting 2 correct the Spellchecker system on the yO HACK always crashes the futhermucking stupid rotten program, YO YO YO YO YO!!! After it was all over and right B-4 being awakened here in waking life by Sir Mortimer Mortino the ANGEL OF DEATH, I said 2 Tom while his 2 pal buds were missing in the disaster and only we seemingly were remaining there and in perfect tact 4 whatever the rod slam reason; “Y-R we okay, Tom”? He then looked at me soberly and solemnly and said 2 me, “Patty hates U-4 telling so many family secrets, and will never ever sing your fire-song, U FIREDOG”, and he then he walked slowly away, but turning back upon several occasions, and smirking at me with a monstrous horrendous look on his face, that would make James Storm on the great “DARK SHADOWS” TV-SHOW's worst look, up in 1995; seem nice and friendly, playing the part of Sir Gerard Judah Zachery Styles of the mighty NON-1995 HADDONWOOD-COLLINGSWOOD-COLINWOOD!!!!!!!

World; I won't B forgetting this wild 1802-recurring nightmare, NAUGHT ANY TIME ROD SLAM SOON!!!!!!

Just Y he called me what Mayor Robert Levy of Atlantic City, called me in a parallel world, 'FIREDOG', is anyone's best SJK-guests-GUESS here, and mine included; huh there, Mizz 1980 Mashell Opinion-permitted Daniels, from the illustrious Camden, NJUSAESMWG, RPL Sound Labs Studios???!!!!!!!!!!! And if Sir Tom knew Patty HHH in a parallel universe, and without any east wings of my Flower-Wing involved in it all hopefully at least; what is the true astral connection 2 it all? Do U have a hundred flucking years 2 read me' words, anybody, I think naught, oh lovely Mizz Blake, so let me remind me'

self here along with Sir Elmer Fwwwwuud, that this is a journal; and private diary that is still accessible on the BDC blogger system, and I am only telling my life 2 myself, and not 2 anybody else, YO emmereffing butt wipe Mountainpen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just Y this wild incredible 'dream' went down Mister Joe Sivo is anyone's best guess, yes, but I know that more stuff needs 2-B told and said now, B-4-I stop this writing 4 this damn glass day, YO!!!!!!!!!! This is naught gonna' B a plucking good day by any gull barn stretch of the imagination, YO, and I know it. First the major computer hack and then the major noise assault, and I now believe that a permanent hack is inside the device and so even when not plugged in, when the system senses a certain amount of UNSAVED WORDS, it closes down. I truly believe this and plan 2 test this later on with gibberish junk that I don't mind being hacked such as Chicken Little went 2 the market 2 buy three buttwipe hens and a dozen runt slapping amota's and Gilbert Bate's and other pals of Beaver Cleaver with annoying phone teases and then along came Mizz Blake and Patty, and all of it, and I never put 2 and 2 together back then after just a few short years since last speaking with awesome PHHH, and on and on with do-dads of junk that can B poofed off all they wanna', as it is only testing out me' newest theories, and without any little adorable MIDGE doggies and 'freaking' song lyrics also getting poofed away, and proving endless other pernts, huh Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens, YO???? Yes Gilbert, whether or naught I have pigs feet in stock, or need 2 cover them with shoes so no one sees them; Brad and I did our share of these phone cranks in 1969, and so that good ole' KARMA WHEEL is endlessly spinning around, so there, oh awesome mighty Sir worthless rotten Mike Soft Spellchecker Mister A. Newton, with actions and reactions of equal and opposite effects, that R always a total parallel event 4 happening, without fail, and 100% of the time! So gash darn gee willagars and whiz-fizz, 2 all and any Manhattan coin dealers, copyrighted in 1988 © musical projects of the Mountainpen, and fantastic television shows soon 2 follow that, in the starting of those great, awesome, and illustrious 1990's; YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, AHA-AHA-AHA MCNY!

Now whenever we R sleeping; one way 2 sometimes control an event, has 2 do with basic psychological suggestion and mind control that all psych graduates know about, if they paid attention in medical school that is, and not just there feeding their hormones in collegian coeducational classes. There R some ways by lots of rote practice, 2 give ourselves some suggestions, so that when close stuff happens in dreams 2 those suggested items, which will eventually happen since only so many basic things exist 4 all of us in dream worlds or in waking worlds, and so when it finally happens, our minds will indeed B triggered. When a trigger comes, we can control 4 short periods, some small thing, and when the right things R done in dreams, it will 'parallel event' and or 'TOSE-OUT' so 2 speak, as stuff then that is directly happening here 2 us, while now awake; and I will cite a powerful example now, since this day is about 2-B a doozie whopper bad one 4 me, Sheriff KJM, and awesome great President #44 Barack Obama!!!!!!!!!! When in a dreaming interaction, all we need 2 do is know that an event will go our way, and in dreams, by natural mental processes, we never KNOW this, yet we have it within our ability 2 in fact, KNOW THIS. I learned this from gorgeous PATTY HHH only not directly, but through her boy toy Sir 16^th Street STEVE over in PHILADELPHIA, PAUSAESMWG one day, back when I was 19 years old, and visiting his apartment near the future transit train station subway stop, 4 the Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG High Speed Line train system, completed in the early spring time of the magical year of 1969. He told me all about this and said that lovely Mizz Hollister had revealed this secret 2 him one day several months earlier. She had no respect 4 'druggies' and 'users', and said that ingredients that were absolutely natural, and added into many greens or veggies as they R called in today's new age times; makes us very susceptible 4 being able 2 accomplish various forms and types of this 'dreaming-control'. Only my daughter knows exactly 2 this day, or I'd imagine that she most likely does, just what those ingredients were and R as this was taught 2 her by a magical lady from the nation of India and personal pal of the awesome and globally famous dude, M. Gandhi himself. 4 numerous reasons, I believe that these peeps were all related also, 2 the peeps who bought out the mighty TRINIDAD HOTEL IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG during the times and days of my mind busting search and quest 2 locate and find the awesome ASTRAL GODDESS SSJKK or the great Sarah Krassle, Taren and Reika Gandhi, and part of an outfit called the Sheje Kruppa Company, that most likely is being completely misspelled here, huh Mister A. Newton of actions and reactions. But time does not 'permit me', nor does my 'Uncle Heinz', the great banker of Long Island, and yacht sailing chief around the 'LI Sound', so it would appear from Thanx-2-givens Holidays in 1972, 2 get into all of this; so sticking with Steve's 16^th Street Philly apartment in 1974, as well as my visit there, and his telling me about Patty HHH, and their talk a while back on dream-control; this is the entire deal when compressed and condensed and never ever told on blogs in absolute full detail, and now will B. He told me she knew 4 a fact that when we R able 2 do something in a dream successfully, it requires somewhere between 5 and 10 times of this because of the towel seepage effects that bleed through and into the very localized transdimensional hyperspace system, using slightly different terminology and verbiage, and my Morianity merely has been rephrasing what the awesome Mizz PHHH had originally spoken 2 Sir Steve. No, this Steve was real and has nothing whatsoever in any way 2 do with the dude I once called, Steve Wallgreens. This was back in my late teen days of the middle 19-7-DEEZ, and without any teasing billboards yet happening 2 me, YO Mister Cooley Hall High Hell, or other 'HHH'!!!!!!!!!! So laugh that one off, Laurel and Hardy. So he was going on about this with me that day and then told me how he tried what she had said 2 him about how 2 perform this exercise, and after about 8 tries with a suggestive word, he was able 2 remember that he could think and will something if he remembered the word of 'soap-bar' and Y he used that key word is meaningless, but he did, and I remember and recall it 2 this very day from 1974, and 49 damn years up here into the antimatter space. He wanted his cousin 2 give him a gorgeous watch that he owned and had won it from him in a bet only he balked and welched on the lost bet, and refused 2 give it 2 him, and it really ticked him off. So he then caused this dream 2 happen, remembers the word soap-bar, says it aloud, and thinks that his cuzz will now hand over the watch and apologize 4 welching on his bet with him, and yes, he does this, and the dream ends, and after 8 times of this or so, he runs into the dude at the food store there in center city Philly, and pow, the guy remorsefully hands Steve the watch and says 2 him, “Sorry, I now know that it was wrong 2 keep it from U, U won it from me fair and dern square, YO”. If this is true, and I have no reason 2 call Steve a prevaricator, but as we all know, anything can B anything in this world; but if it is so, then he would now have the ability 2 dream he is standing at the counter of any place that sells Powerball or Mega-millions jackpot lottery tickets, and then do this only he is being told he has won the jackpot of hundreds of millions of dollars, and after somewhere between 5 and 10 tries, the TOSE will allow it 2 absolutely filter into his reality, of course he has 2 buy a ticket in waking life, nothing is that genie bottle magical, 4 crying out louder than thunder steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, secrets such as these will B let out on times where these sticks simply refuse 2 allow me my constitutional rights of pursuing happiness, and when I am being invisibly trapped within some mysterious annual mathematical box of MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBARS and in my case at 27 TIMES 1 max-out, then by the coins and the coils of the Astral-Plane, I will strike out with lots of powerful family secrets, and do I believe that these secrets helped my family with many things? U bet your wise butt potato chips that I do; oh STEVE!!!!!!!!

Dear Diary Journal Number 0015

10:45 AM, late Wednesday morning, November 8, '23

I am under a fairly heavy death siege this morning beginning a wee tad bit shy of Non-Hollister 8 AM, YO. It started with aerial siege at my residence which still is ongoing and of course me' airport porch light warning lights R both on and blazing away 4 the pilot who drives through here 2-C, and I reminded me' landlord the other day when paying him his rent, that these lights R on when air siege or noise siege gets real bad and is witnessed by a roving pilot from the International Airport here in Fort Pierce, Flowerland-USA that is also known as (AKA) Florida-USA, and FLUSAESMWG. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Frank and Sir William Harner of STUDIO ILLUSTRIOUS PARK RECORD COMPANY OF 1998, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I played the 11 numbers and did not feel lucky at all, so I quit after a short 9-WHEEL SPIN GAME WITH 3 WINS, AND A SMALL TEENSY PROFIT OF 9 UNITS. I ain't gonna' B pushing me' luck 4 numerous reasons, both mathematical/chart technical on me' MP4B life charts system, as well as numerous other fundamental alerts placing me on heavy ON-GUARD-STATUS, 4 all and any of me' ole' WFMU-Internet Radio followers, who have accessed these writings off and on over the past 15 years or so now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! “OH WELL”, huh there non-poopy vomit accuser of the Long Island Railroad, pop??????? TEE-HEE-HEE MIZZ LILLY MUNSTER WELDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey poopy-POP and doghouse dwellers out there; 9 units made is one Dogtown of a lot better than 9 units lost, and I am not greedy, and just seemingly know most times, WHEN 2 QUIT A ROULETTE GAME, YO BRAH!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

Your 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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, CG-18, AND

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

END TRANsdimensional, END TRANSMISSION, AND JUST, “THE END”, ALL LOVELY KATY's!

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2023, @ 2:20 AM

Dear Diary Journal Number 0014

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During the recent major hack a couple of days back, when I typed in what I told my boss in a parallel universe grocery store in Egg Harbor, NJUSAESMWG at my job, after he told me 2 move a lot of heavy boxes by myself and was showing major favoritism 2 a coworker of mine and giving me all of the real hard jobs intentionally and treating me very horrendously, and suddenly half of the words that I had typed out in RED FONT that I showed, were suddenly 'gone missing' quoting our new age expression, and then remember how months ago when a similar siege was happening, and how the very same other situation happened where 4 no reason whatsoever, the line just broke off and skipped, not on my office documents copy, but ON THE BLOGGER DOT COM ACTUAL BLOGGING PAGE???????????? Well, the same HACK hit me a couple of days back, and I shall prove it now, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL NOW CAP IN ONCE MORE THAT SAME DEAL, AND THEN I AM GONNA' ATTEMPT 2 CLEAR AND REMAKE IT ON MY DOCK FILES AND THEN RE-POST 2-C IF IT COMES OUT WITHOUT THAT HACK-LINE-SKIP, OH MIGHTY FEDS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

She is of course completely accurate here, only reality doesn't really seem 2 give a kit what is fair and what should B, and even my distant cuzz seemingly is aware of that simple truth, from all of his life stories, from recently as well as long ago. ButTERCHEESE and yes mighty

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truth, from all of his life stories, from recently as well as long ago. ButTERCHEESE and yes mighty

Sir M-S-Spellchecker; back now 2 the wild dreaming interaction from several days back now that I've yet 2 discuss. This annoying guy a

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truth, from all of his life stories, from recently as well as long ago. ButTERCHEESE and yes mighty

Sir M-S-Spellchecker; back now 2 the wild dreaming interaction from several days back now that I've yet 2 discuss. This annoying guy a

“He is gonna' have 2 help me with this job”!

I don't have all of the answers by any stretch of the imagination or mind, concerning my wild human present life interaction with this incredible and beyond unfathomable EGG HARBOR CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA IN FIVE FULL DIMENSIONS, BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT, and yes, but I know this much; and with or without any wild ass incidents with the King clan, shortly following the Incollingo Grocery Store incident and yes, all from the waking world dimension. I know that it is all real, it is the truth, and that I am naught a nutso crazy delusional sickie, nor imagining one wee tad bit of any of this nightmarish shawgdit, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT DODGAM FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The highlighted in RED font and underlined thing above that I told the boss while pointing at this rotten demonic coworker of mine, somehow got plucking MAJOR HACKED OUT, and half the sentence vanished and poofed away like Harry Hogwarts Potter, YO, and every time I talk about my transdimensional EGG HARBOR CITY LIFE in any way, POW, skit seems 2 suddenly come all around me and pluck with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jane Slutoilets Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit just nailed me with her miserable rotten and vely vely vely non Cooley Hall McDowell 1972 dependable assault with PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN; so I now will need 2 smother trucking stomp phlegm hate (compensate) 2 say it nicer, with me' groupings of five numbers, astrally spoken as groupations of the great numeration-5, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What I am going 2 say today is in 2 parts. One is all about TRANSDIMENSIONAL EGG HARBOR CITY, IN NJUSAESMWG, and the other thing has 2 do with the most important part of a city about a dozen or a wee tad bit more miles east of there known and loved by many around this globe 4 coming up now on 2 centuries, good ole' ATLANTIC CITY, AKA 'America's great playground' or 4 short, just, AGP-AC-NJ-USA!!! Shall we begin with the first deal of EHC-NJ-USA, and then we will go 2 the 2^nd part, ROULETTE and casino gaming in New Jersey that all began, Mizz S. Stuart Dark Shadows non-Collins, in middle 1978 some time, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRRRRRRRRRR:!!!!!!!!!!! When I lived at the MMM Trailer Park, owned by the rotten miserable illustrious mean spirited Mizz Jenny Plageman the alcoholic, and major enemy, shortly after my moving into the joint on Halloween Day of the '2,000 year', and half a year after the WOMO-SPACEFORCE WSMT MURDERED MY MOTHER, and I was forced 2 leave the Guthrie mansion at 231 Route 73 South in Blue non parrot whale Anchor, NJUSAESMWG; I bought some cupcakes after coming back one day from good old Atlantic City, at a famous 2 the area grocery store in Egg Harbor City near the center of town which is the intersecting roads of Philadelphia Avenue and Jewelly White's HORSE PIKE AKA Route-30 by all South New Jersey locals; and I never buy or eat vanilla cake. I only eat the devils food or chocolate cake, B it cupcakes or large slices of cakes or as the beyond cool lad from days long gone by now would call it, Sir Wally Cleaver, Mister Tony Dow playing the TV-show role; “A hunk of cake”. Be it a hunk of cake or just cupcakes, only devils food 4 the Mountainpen, YO, no vanilla, absolutely naught, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I very carefully look 2-C, if it is cupcakes, making sure that the entire package contains all dark cake, no yellow. Yellow may B a gorgeous awesome color as it is the color of LIGHTNING's hair on the timeless purgatory or ASTRAL-PLANE or Plancktime, but here on the Earth mortal waking world, yellow cake is a total 'NO-NO', YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE and but YO, when I went that day and bought the cake and brought it home, it was not yellow cake, and that is a promise. But after going 2 sleep and rising up seven hours later, I found myself in an extremely altered parallel dimension and did not need 2 access any great marvelous television show magical rooms in east wings of mansions called, when the GS is removed from the neighboring town that I grew up in practically in my formative years of youth, known as COLLINGSWOOD. I found myself in a parallel world where suddenly I did not have my updated drivers license proper paperwork, and in the state of New Jersey, hile Hitler-Me from long ago, where stuff is strict and legislated down 2 the infinitesimal degree; no sane person is driving around without proper and TOTALLY LEEEEEEEEEEGAL paperwork, THIS BEING AS ALL AND ANY LICENSED DRIVERS ALL KNOW ONLY 2 DERN WELL, THEIR LICENSE 2 OPERATE THEIR MOTOR VEHICLE, THEIR INSURANCE CARD, AND THEIR AUTO REGISTRATION CARD, and not just the paperwork but an actual policy of insurance in force at the time U-R driving, and the license better B good and not expired, as must B your car or vehicle registration with the state. Only a person who wishes 2-B in jail, would B driving around without it, as in NJUSAESMWG, road stop places R everywhere. I have lived in Florida since December of 2009, and ask me how many times, MY FRIEND, with or without windy magical houses and daughters of endless mystery, that I have been stopped at a road stop in the state of Flowerland-USA, go ahead, ask me YO??????????? The answer is GOOSE-EGGS, YO, as in zip, nada, zilch, nay say, zero, and AKA 'naught a once Mizz Blake, Mah'm! In a trillion eons of time, I would never ever have driven my car up in Jersey without being 100 percent completely legal with all of my paperwork, and now suddenly, I am in a universe where my doppelganger did naught seem 2 care if he (if I) had my proper-ID, yet was driving around. I told the story of how a week or so later on, maybe even longer, and went into the local police station 2 complain about a driver who intentionally tried 2 collide with me and then followed me, right out of an old MANNIX SHOW ON TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yet while showing my expired ID, the police ignored it, and were busy trying 2 convince me that nobody was out there trying 2 plug and ice me off the planet's surface. Still, when I got home I began rearranging me' wallet, and that is when I realized that my ID was not good and needed 2-B updated with a new automobile registration card as mine had expired a month or so ago, maybe even longer, it may have been 2 or 3 months, but I remember it was not just the other day or so. Needless 2 say I took care of it the very next day, but that is 'naught' me' 'pernt' here, Mizz 1983 Blake, and Sir Archie Bunker of Queens. When I looked at my wallet and began putting my ID back in a neat order as at the police station I just threw it back in after a horrible day, and while doing this, I took out the recent receipt from the INCOLLINGO GROCERY STORE OF THE NEIGHBORING TOWN 2 MY EAST, GOOD OLD EGG HARBOR CITY, NJUSAESMWG. This is when the receipt 4 purchasing the cupcakes showed on the slip not devils food chocolate but rather, “vanilla cupcakes”, and it was definitely printed right there on me' whittle white receipt paper. I never would have bought those cupcakes, but obviously my double from another universe HAD BOUGHT THEM, and liked them, and also didn't seem 2 care about going 2 jail or driving without proper updated car insurance, YO! This true tale of that magical city, all happened 2 me shortly preceding the meeting of the KING FAMILY, and the whole damn messy nightmare of my living with Patty Hollister's distant cousins there in Blueberryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, YO BRO! If I didn't have these things all going down around me day and night 4 half a flucking century or so now, Mister Joe 1980 Sivo oh Sir, I wouldn't B posting junk up like that wild U-TUBE temporary musical video back a decade or so ago, with that wild introduction that anyone can do by cute-editing, as I call it, on the song titled, “CHEMTRAILS”. So yes, where did my CHEMTRAIL NIGHTMARES truly begin? If anyone says 1987, as the great tune that I wrote so implies, they would B 100 percent totally completely rod slam mistaken at the speed of light SQUARED!!!!!! It began in the middle of the month of DECEMBER back in the year of 1969, with that MAGICAL ASTERISK OR 3-X TRINITRAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's as simple as all that, Mister awesome REDJOHN HENNINGSEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now as many peeps know, and this is just my journal, but peeps will B in fact reading some of it until it is switched 2 a cloud system, that protects my life story from being wiped out, as many have a vested interest in so doing as many folks know; I plan 2 play PARALLEL EVENT ROULETTE again, as I did back in 1986, and this time, rather than play the old DIANA Z-A method of comparing two outside betting parameter events with following spins on a remaining parameter and waiting 4 strong parallel events of 5:1 and then going with the event, such as after every RED and HIGH there is 4 EVEN outcome following spins and 29 ODD outcome following spins, so waiting 4 any RED & HIGH numbers 2 come out and then betting a ton of doe on the ODD 4 the next spin, now I am doing something entirely different yet still applying the magic of PE (parallel event). Now I take stuff going down around me in my life, my hellish nightmare persecutions 2-B exact, and then play numbers that magically appear 2-B attracted around me during those times where those things R going down, Joe Sivo; oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But allow me 2 also tell a monster deal that I will permit the world 2 use, but should I catch anybody selling it 4 profit on the internet or anywhere else while I remain alive, since these posted writings and URL words R completely legally protected as copyrighted material as intellectual property; and I will come after anyone who screws with me 2 the best of my ability, but 4 those who just wish 2 know something, here it is: Every system out there 4 playing roulette uses individual gaming and games, and the cosmos does not care about time and individual games, and only sees the 37 or 38 roulette numbers as a cosmic numeration of endlessly perfected mathematical balancing in and throughout our wrongly perceived as humans, concepts of time and infinity. Whether standing or playing or anything whatsoever, any place where numbers on a roulette game R closely happening surrounding your proximity, this counts as a cosmic number that can never disappear, as it exists and even though we R not in Timeless Purgatory while we R human, the HALLS FAWCES do not recognize our dreaming-TIME DIMENSION as real the way that we do. All the cosmos knows is that every number in the game must come out the exact amount of times at infinity, and also, that as time goes onward towards forever, the gap between the amount of difference of the numbers coming out, grows endlessly smaller and smaller forever, until at infinity, it becomes zero or NO SEPARATION. 'SOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane from TCE, and quoting your great and cool word there, YO, We can theoretically play at one roulette wheel 4 a lifetime consisting of perhaps as many as 50,000 spins per week, so multiply an adult lifetime of working being about 40 years so 52 weeks in a year times 40 years, 52 X 40 X 5,000, is a lot of spins, and rounding it off mentally right now as 2,000 times 5 thousand, and we arrive at 10 million roulette spins in a human lifetime, should someone ever B that dedicated 2 playing this awesome game; and taking this 10,000,000 spins, these can B all at one wheel, or broken up throughout the entire course of life at hundreds of wheels and locations round the globe, it DOES NOT MATTER 2 COSMOS, as U will still find that the numbers U would record will follow that same pattern that I told U a short while back, will happen. So peeps who try cheating at a real time game R so beyond stupid 2 me, it is not within my word-power 2 try and describe this. Unlike a black jack game, roulette allows players 2 write down the numbers and allows pad and pencil at the table games, so long as it is small and does not take up large amounts of space at a crowded roulette game table. Now a computer is a total no-no, and it should B. But U don't need a damn computer, your damn computer IS AT HOME. U CAN SIMPLY MAKE UP GROUPS OF NUMBERS OF SAY 3 OR 4 OR 5 OR 6 OR 7 PERHAPS. IF U HAVE FAVE-NUMBERS, USE THEM, BUT USE OTHER GROUPS AS WELL, AS Y NOT MAXIMIZE THE SYSTEM? Now every number group is assigned a a single number that is used 2 identify the numbers of that particular group, let us say 4 example, we use the numbers of 3,9,14,22,33,00. This group of these 6 numbers, whenever any of them comes out at a game, this group-set is given a point. Every spin of the entire lifelong game played is counted, not individual game spin amounts, so after 100 games or so, your total spins number (TSN) will B up very high. Simple algorithms used by stock traders who day-trade will instantly know what is being said here. Peeps who play roulette and peeps who day-trade may need 2 get together so that proper programs can B written or U can do this longhand and take five hours a day, as opposed 2 pushing a few buttons and entering in your newest play-numbers after each game, taking maybe ten minutes or so. The simple point here is that B-4 a player walks in the door 2 a casino or begins playing on-line, the numbers of his or her lifetime game R all considered 2-B one true reality 2 the cosmos, and IPYT. Every group works like the same way that I calculate my magnetic percentages 4 BOTBAR DAYS. It ain't complicated and it ain't rocket science, but 4 those not particularly mathematically oriented, trying to make a software program 4 doing this simple basic thing may require a little bit of assistance, so hey; we pay 500 bucks or so 4 some algorithm program and then pow, we're ready 2 'play-cheat'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eventually if enough peeps do this, the casinos wil simply stop letting players from easily recording numbers any more even on tiny little pen and pad pocket stuff, but riding the tide until then will B profitable with absolutely no doubt whatsoever. Also, it isn't that hard 2 carefully memorize the last three numbers played at your wheel while standing near it, and walking off pretending 2 look around and jotting it down or speaking it into a tiny digital recorder. I cannot give advice on online stuff as I've yet 2 have any actual experience doing this, but if I am not mistaken, while this is offered, no one can stop us from recording our numbers, right? GEE WHIZ FIZZ!!!! So what actually is the magic???? Well, none; magic is MATHEMATICS, simple as that. U take how many times your group of numbers is hit at a most-recent-game (MRG), multiply by 100, and then divide by your TAGWS or total all-game wheel-spins, simple as that. Your computer algorithm will then show when a group has bottomed out and MUST begin getting hot again, and a good program written 4 somewhere between 500 and 3,000 bucks can easily do this. It is done every day 4 thousands of successful stock market day traders, YO YO YO YO YO YO, Mister Steve Winnjoint, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So have security escort me out of your place in 1984, and C if I care; U cheater U. WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNY, YO!!!!!!!

Hey, I always say, one good turn deserves another, and it is not like biblical advice of cheek turning. No bible verses tell us 2-B fools and imbeciles and 2 place our heads on swivels where mean horrible monstrous peeps continue 2 endlessly slap us sillier than Mister Moe Howard could ever do on his marvelous 3-STOOGES TV-SHOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Diary Journal Number 0013

2:44 PM, middle Tuesday afternoon, on November 7, 2023

Hackers have done something 2 my futhermucking system. I am no longer permitted 2 correct the time, and 4 many months now, all times shown display the red wavy trucking error lines, and the stinking program crashes when I try 2 do the usual correction-save steps 2 add 2 the dictionary, so I have 2 ignore the stupid red wavy lines. Microsoft SUCKS or else HACKERS SUCK, EITHER OR, YO, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TESTING: 5:28 2:03, now it works and no longer crashes; but the time shown at the heading of this work will not correct, FEDS, and who knows, U may B the ones causing my woe-whiz-me problems all along, as U were when U illegally broke my electronic equipment back early this century while residing at Mizz Plageman's MMM Trailer Park. FISA warrants may B legal, but wrecking people's personal possessions, is IN NO WAY LEEEEEEEEEEGAL, so just ask Mister TRUMP, the 'man of endless fairness'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today and yesterday have numerous annoyances and harassment's that R just nothing, 2 quote the great and awesome Senator Sanders here, 2 rod slam “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE”. Still, annoying things can pile up and become very near BOTBAR SITUATIONS, merely naught crossing over that magical barrier of 'hellish'-Dogtownism. 3 nasty things while out on my local early monthly errands or my LEME's 4 short. First, there was an abnormal flashmob of bill payers at the utility company causing me 2 pay by phone when I got home yesterday afternoon. Both the line 2 pay the bill inside the joint as well as out in the drive through were humongous and gargantuan in length, and then came the next 2 items following this and bringing me straight 2 a BOTBUR that worsened yet again by other annoying nuisances after arriving home and trying 2 pay my rent as it is always difficult 2 get my landlord over and it ruins a large part of the day waiting around 4 him, but as pop put it so well back in the 19-7-DEES so well over and over again, “OH WELL”! Yes, and also, “U can't fight City Hall”, whether your name is “L&O” Tabastian or naught. The in-between errand took me 2 the library where I learned that the internet issues 4 government establishments in this Saint Lucie County, STILL R ONGOING, AND UNRESOLVED. But that does not stop my DVD take outs and returns, as they use a manual system that we all knew and loved, those my age and older 4 the most part anyway, long B-4 computers and Leviathans all took us over and ruined everything. But when I left the place 2 go back 2 my car 2 drive over 2 the local Publix Grocery Store 4 some food items, some total murk cough in a black large vehicle was parked right next 2 my car and the dirt bag was blaring his garbage that passes itself off in today's new age, as 'MUSIC', and was very annoying while I was trying 2 arrange some junk in the trunk of my car B-4 leaving, and if I had known the noise was coming from right there, I would have done my arranging at the Publix parking lot instead, but I thought it was entertainment that was going on in the park by the river as so many times, they have entertainment going on there. But this was intentional persecution, and I know this as there was yet one more item still following this one. This is the pattern of the WOMO-SPACEFORCE WSMT SCUM HOLES, and has been 4 coming up now on 4 straight decades of time with me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some sleazy slutty 'AA young woman' around late thirties or so had obviously been waiting 4 me, and timed her walk with mine, so that she would B directly in front of me as I entered the store, and then intentionally and extremely annoyingly began walking tortoise slow 4 no good reason, and exactly in the direction that I go when I go in there and have established a pattern; and on top of that, she had 2-B well over 6 feet tall and menacingly large, an old tactic of using giant sleazy girls and women 2 screw with me during outside death sieges or 4 short, during my 'ODS'. I managed 2 close out the day at a hair tad above BOTBAR B-4 crashing in the late afternoon yesterday and ending the day chart-wise at a 1 and a half, 1 and a quarter rounding up 2 a 2-2-2-1. The first 2 digits never change as long as I have an income with my SS, and a clunker car that is running. These were the original chart-rules made up by me and stuck with all this time, ever since late July in 1982 while still working with Bernard Derakowski at the Medical Research Institute, and I lived at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. Today is not more than a hair line above where yesterday was, as so far, the invisible satanic fawces of Mister Hall R surrounding me, and plaguing me with endless persecution. One thing that always shows up during the invisible and super ultra covert type of hellishness perpetrated on me, is peeps not being particularly nice with me, not one pound, Mister Joe Friday, of the middle sixties DRAGNET-TV-SHOW, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing at my local bank went bad 4 me at least, the one of the 4 places along me' rod slam errand route. My wonderful awesome trustworthy Toronto Dominion Bank of Canada-USA, wow, how I love those guys, and I am not even in the heating or cooling bizz. Gee willagars whiz fizz golly gash darn copyrighted coin dealers. WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister 1971 Mike McNulty. Boy oh boy oh boy, Jimmy & Billy!!!

Now today after being up and awake since 9 last night, I went 2 take a semi-sleeping-nap or 'whatever' great Congressman and ole' musical associate/pal from 1975-1980, and I put my clock blocking cardboard cover over my digital clock and somehow it got knocked off and then something woke me at exactly the time it read ten past one this afternoon which means it was approximately 1:05 and I leaped off of my couch just in time 2 recover the rod slam futhermucking thing B-4 it could change into the following DIGITAL minute of MIZZ SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE NOTFONDAUONEBIT JANE JUNK!!!!!! Some rotten sicko diseased HALLS FAWCE THAT OBVIOUSLY DID THIS ASSAULT ON ME, DID NOT LIKE THAT THEY WERE UNSUCCESSFUL AND WASTED LOTS OF SUPERNATURAL ENERGY 2 PULL OFF A TRICK THAT DIDN'T WORK 4 THEM; AM I CORRECT HERE, OH HAPPY JOHN KING, AND MISTER CLARK SUPER KENT, YO?????????????????? Am I so completely and totally gull slam WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG on that one, oh awesome hair shampoo 1980 TV-ad-spot sponsoring girl?????

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Yes following the assault on me with the clock and when that didn't work, the WSMT ENEMIES assaulted me within minutes after falling back 2 sleep with a major HEALTH-BOWELS-CRAMPS-DIARRHEA ATTACK, SENDING ME RACING UP ONCE AGAIN AND STRAIGHT INTO ME' FUTHERMUCKING ROD SLAM TOILET, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And peeps wonder Y my only hope is getting out of this evil empire and far away 2 some distant shore someday soon, YO ME' BRAHHHHHH!

Despite being unplugged and supposedly off-line, the computer is acting a wee tad bit weird and not doing things it is supposed 2-B doing, and my counterattack now 4 these past several days will B nothing other than FUTHERMUCKING TOTALLY SWIFT AND SEVERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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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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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME YESTERDAY AND TODAY, WITH COUNTLESS ASSAULTS FROM OUTSIDE ENDLESS ANNOYANCES ON LOCAL ERRANDS, HEALTH ATTACKS ON MY BOWELS WITH THEIR DEATH SONIC WEAPON HAVANA SYSTEMS, NOISE ATTACKS, PEOPLE CONTROL ATTACKS, AIR ASSAULTS, AND ALL DEATH PERSECUTIONS ON ME OVER THESE 2 DAYS OF ENDLESS HELLISHNESS, ON NOVEMBER 6 AND NOVEMBER 7 OF 2023, FITTING EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL; AND WHICH IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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.

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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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2 QUOTE THE TRANSPORTER CHIEF, OFFICER O'BRIEN, ON THE GREAT STAR TREK-TNG TV-SHOW, FROM THE LATE 80'S AND INTO THE 1990'S YO, “THERE'S GONNA' B HELL 2 PAY”, IF THESE FLICKS of the non-Sara J. Karge cigar flickers don't quit trucking with my Oaklyn butt, YO Mister rod slam HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take this any way that anyone wishes, YO BRRRRRRRRRR. Every single thing that I do is always within the Constitutional Laws of this nation, and the regular laws of the state, and federal system; as I am merely gonna' B practicing my religion, just as Wiccan peeps all do, huh there lovely Mizz PHHH????????????????????? Still many peeps know only 2 darn well that my knowledge and just my knowledge can indeed have major hazardous and devastating effects on the peeps of this great Earth-Planet, and that is simple truth, like it or snot. There is an old days expression about the dude that places a chip on his shoulder and dares peeps 2 knock it off, and is where we get expressions such as 'knock it off' and 'chip on his shoulder', and so forth. With me, remember, I have not attacked anybody FIRST, and I have every right under United States CONSTITUTIONAL LAW, 2 defend my person and my property, and yes; right smack dab 2 the death if need damn B, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simple as that, Mister REDJOHN HENNINGSEN. Yes even my last friend at the library admitted 2 me late on yesterday morning, and I quote, “I'm paranoid about this myself and we better not say any more”!!!!!!!!!!!!! This person is absolutely CORRECT, YO.

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Dear Diary Journal Number 0012

NOVEMBER 6, 2023 MIDDLE MONDAY MORNING, 4 AM.

I will simply say here that the weekend was a 'wee tad bit' better, quoting lovely Mizz Patty Hollister from so long ago, than the weekend prior 2 this one, when the WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMENNIES made Sunday a living hot nightmare Dogtown AKA 'HELL'. But quoting the latengrate Sir David Charles Roth, “It was no panacea”. Saturday had some siege and Sunday had a little more siege, but neither day were beyond the intolerable as was the prior Sunday. There was some medium sky and aerial siege on Saturday, and Sunday was my usual sicko motorcycle shawgdit licking annoyer with his loud scummy H-bike. If I had my way, those things, along with sub-woofers and fireworks handled by any non pyrotechnic licensee peeps, would B completely and totally OUTLAWED! Peeps who wish 2 make a lot of noise have their rights, but peeps who do not want 2 hear that garbage HAVE THEIR DAMN RIGHTS AS WELL, and when anyone thinks that they should have rights that cancel out the rights of another, this is where a large problem is apt to start, and since I am quoting peeps recently, maybe lovely ice cream server turned pop-rock star Katy-Pee should B chiming in with her ideas on this, despite not speaking of optical illusions nor individually perceived ideas resulting from them, such as what was discussed on that marvelous educational television documentary called, “Perception Deception”. Yes, I played both air numbers as well as noise numbers on the days of the weekend where they were pertinent 2 coming out more prevalently in my roulette, due 2 the way that parallel-event operates, and sure enough, more units of profit and not prophet were again made 4 me. Saturday made me 25 units, and Sunday made me 62 units, totaling a weekend profit 4 enduring more shullbit harassment, of 25+62 which equals 87 more units, and on just simple nickel level play requiring a total home bankroll of safety margin of 400 times the level being played or 400 X 5 and equaling 2,000 bucks; this profit in dollars, 4 the weekend hellishness; was a nice 87 X 5 dollars, or $435.00. I am still studying and optimizing where 2 open up the on-line account 4 playing if I play on-line, as this will entail some heavy computer work B-4 trusting my money 2 it with all my enemies and hacking, and it will B expensive, so I may just move back up 2 where I used 2 live, in or very near ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have absolutely no intention of getting ripped off and screwed, after an entire lifetime of being just that, huh Mister BEE-GEE?????????????

The nightmares have been quite bad however, putting me on super guard of course, as I fully know and am aware how the reality of all things in this material world, R actually not in 3-D, but in the more wild and beyond scarey many times, 5-D. When patterns in dreams come, stuff happens here in waking lands, simple as that, SIR REDJOHN-CIA-HENNINGSEN OF COLORADO-USA, and then infiltrating both the Boys Club of Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, as well as the Campbell's Soup Company of Camden, NJUSAESMWG. If he wasn't CIA or something along this line, then he was ESS, and then I have an absolute belief system that all of these alphabet soup systems of this nation, R actually sourced and originating in that organization, labeled by me, Mark Wayne Mohr; as the mighty illustrious EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY (ESS). So coming out of certain major dreaming experiences, is not any different, than having certain persecutions done 2 me, and then the roulette numbers responding around me as a direct result of parallel event; as this is just part of the subatomic spooky forces of Sir Einstein, and his original concepts of all of these type of things. Again Mister Henningsen, simple as that, oh kind sir!!!!!! So my nightmares consisted of several horrendous things, and the more recent 2 present moment being a continuous dreaming of being in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG again, and also back in my apartment on Oakland Avenue where Sarah Krassle removed my magical Henningsen chain from me in a wild dream, and caused it 2 actually go missing upon awakening; and just as SHE said that it would IN THAT VERY DREAM from only 2 hours earlier and then along came that wild jet trinitrail triple-X or gigantic asterisk chemtrail, that formed in the skies all over my area of southwestern Camden County in New Jersey-USA, & that began spreading out slowly, creating a spectacle that it is hard 2 believe that 2 this very day, no one else other than me, remembers this thing in middle December of the year of 1969. Only in this wild long dreaming interaction just recently experienced with me here and now, Sarah and the magical chain had nothing whatsoever 2 do with any of it, and this was a dream that I admit has a type, and it is a rare type, and it was not mentioned in my earlier writing about DREAM-TYPES. When I wrote about this dream-information earlier this year, I told about cycle dreams, falling dreams, flying dreams, recurring dreams, all of it. But the one thing I never got specifically into was LONG DREAMS where all night long, even if we get up and watch TV 4 an hour, we keep going back into the same dream at the same place and with many of the same things going down, keeping Joe Sivo endlessly happy here, I suppose. All night long, or all throughout a dreaming period, as the actual physical waking world clock time is meaningless since there is no connectable time reference between waking worlds and dream worlds as anyone of us know only 2 well; I was back in my Oaklyn, NJ-USA area from my boyhood waking life days, only I was not a boy nor am I ever that I can remember, when experiencing these 'Oaklyn-DREAMS'. Most peeps who've indeed moved around a lot in their states from town 2 town, do have dreams where they R back in previous residences, that is completely normal, as is dreaming we R no longer the same age that we were when we lived there in waking life, and sometimes, we R the same age. I can remember being the same, being younger, and yes, even BEING OLDER in a few rare occasions, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a boy, I was in my Oaklyn life in powerful dreams, dreaming I was the old man that I am now, ugly and sickly, and old, the whole 324 inches or '9-Y'. But rather than go on and on here as of course I always could and can, I will march this right along into the present dreams of just the past half day now; all about being back in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG. Telling even a small part of the entire detailed deal would require hours and pages, so the high-points will B touched on, and how they can relate 2 my waking life; and how it may go onto effect it as well, such as, lots of air or noise sieges brings lots of certain numbers at a roulette wheel 2 come out, should I stand or sit at a game somewhere, even a 'paper game' right here. There was a large 18 wheel tractor trailer truck involved in the deal and I was with some dudes who worked as drivers and there were many things going down pertaining 2 that in the earlier parts 2 this wild long-dream. Many things happened inside my apartment as well as the area behind where the Dairy Queen was and maybe even still is situated today, as I cannot know since not being in that area or passing by it since approximately the year of 2005 or so. Garden type of apartments surround the entire area, including my one single row of them called Dellway Arms and they were not part of the Oakland Gardens or other systems as there were several and some names have now escaped my memory, thank the gods. One may have been called the White Oak, or a similar name; and this faced my apartment and is part of endless series of my Oaklyn-DREAMS, and have been 4 many decades. The manager of the White Oak, or whatever its name actually was, also delivered the mail, and he 'wore 2 hats', as the expression from those times went and was so often used. 2 this day and 4 whatever the full or 5^th dimensional reasons may all B, I still have some bad nightmares involving this dude who in waking life must now B long dead and buried, YO. But my memories do have strong enough ties 2 allow me 2 realize that I have a complicated plot of life going down around me in several parallel universe situations, and that those particular realities include being back in the place where here in waking life, I only lived there as a boy who was between the ages of 14 years and 8 months, through 20 years and 3 months, leaving on March the 1^st in 1975 and arriving there in the first week in August in 1969. A whole lot more went on than just this wild truck, the parking lot area laying behind the D-Q place, and my apartment and just a couple of pal-drivers of that truck, and it would take a day 2 get into it and so I will not. I am only going 2 say that at the very end of this B-4 getting up 4 this new day of Monday, November 6^th, of 2023; I was riding in the front seat of that truck and the driver friend had taken me into a nearby community of homes that in this waking life was sort of a cross between the neighborhood of homes on the northern side of the Jewelly White Horse Pike from my apartment there in Oaklyn, and where I came 2 live in the Blackwood Cherrywood Estates in the home owned by the great Crissafulli family back in late 1977 through late summer time of 1978 when leaving there 4 my first of 3 stays in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. The guy dropped me off at a home where other friends or family or peeps who my doppelganger seemingly knew quite well there. I walked up towards the home and it was early evening and past dark, and I began hearing talking and realized that some guy was telling them a sad story about doing something stupid, perhaps gambling related, and has now become a couple of hundred grand in debt 2 some bad peeps and was scared. They felt 4 him but couldn't help him, naturally. Then they went into the home but the guy remained on the porch and suddenly he began pacing back and forth and I knew that I knew this dirt bag and could not place him, and even now awaken I know that I know this dude and yet cannot place him at all, here in waking life. I remained intentionally out of view as I had a bad feeling about the situation. He could not C me from where I was in-between the street and the porch due 2 a lot of tall bushes being all around the joint. Then after perhaps 2 minutes of pacing, he pulled out a gun, and then walked over 2 a side window that was fairly low 4 a large home yet was not a basement window, and he used the gun 2 bust out the window and began climbing into the home with his gun in hand. He tied up one of the peeps in the home and shortly after that, l heard a shot and realized that he had shot somebody in the home. I then realized that I had a key 2 the home and used it and went in the front entrance from the porch. I saw the person nearby me that was tied up and gagged. Then I heard the telephone ring on an old landline type of phone such as the one that I still use along with the other cellular phone. I began turning the ringer down lower and off, as I was scared that the noise would bring this monster into the living room. I saw a liquor bottle on the coffee table near 2 the couch that was half full and open, and so I grabbed it and lay down on the couch pretending 2-B passed out and dead drunk so as 2 avoid getting myself damn shot by this stick hit shed dude, since he began walking towards the room from a nearby hallway as the phone bell got lower and went off, as I had been turning it down and off. He came in and saw me and he said 2 me, “Wake up U drunken stick”, and repeated this several times, raising his voice louder each time. Finally, I pretended 2-B in a drunken 'stewber' or however the word is spelled, since again, Microsoft Spellchecker is WORTHLESS! Then as soon as I opened my eyes half way and still pretended 2-B completely out of it, he raised his piece and aimed it at me, and shot me in the face, and blood was everywhere. I woke up of course and immediately told LIGHTNING over my phone that I had been in some horrible nightmares.

Extremely spurious stuff is going down with this cum-puke-her, and this is all I am willing 2 say 4 right now. One of the things that I will say is that during certain other things that happen that have absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with computers, or anything related at all 2 them whatsoever, and R happening right now, one particular issue on my machine seems 2 parallel every time, and that is a slower running operation when I hold down my 'ENTER-KEY' 4 any length of time such as 2 make extra blank sheets 2 later B deleted but 2 keep miserable rotten Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, from getting at me, with ONE NUMBER GROUPS, such as my computer screen reading page eleven of eleven; and showing that info in a digital manner of course. Now I shall paste in my most recent MP4B, as per the close of the weekend and Sunday:

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023

2023 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

09/28------271-------75------------------------28---X----1

09/29------272-------76------------------------28---X----2

09/30------273-------77------------------------28---X----3

10/01------274-------78------------------------28---X----4

10/02------275-------78------------------------28---X----5

10/03------276-------78------------------------28---X----6

10/04------277-------78------------------------28---X----7

10/05------278-------79------------------------28---X----8

10/06------279-------80------------------------29---X----1

10/07------280-------80------------------------29---X----2

10/08------281-------80------------------------28---X----1

10/09------282-------80------------------------28---X----2

10/10------283-------81------------------------29---X----1

10/11------284-------81------------------------29---X----2

10/12------285-------81------------------------28---X----1

10/13------286-------81------------------------28---X----2

10/14------287-------81------------------------28---X----3

10/15------288-------81------------------------28---X----4

10/16------289-------82------------------------28---X----5

10/17------290-------82------------------------28---X----6

10/18------291-------82------------------------28---X----7

10/19------292-------82------------------------28---X----8

10/20------293-------82------------------------28---X----9

10/21------294-------82-----------------------28---X----10

10/22------295-------82-----------------------28---X----11

10/23------296-------83------------------------28---X----12

10/24------297-------83------------------------28---X----13

10/25------298-------83------------------------28---X----14

10/26------299-------84------------------------28---X----15

10/27------300-------85------------------------28---X----16

10/28------301-------85------------------------28---X----17

10/29------302-------86------------------------28---X----18

10/30------303-------86-----------------------28---X----19

10/31------304-------86-----------------------28---X----20

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11/03------307-------86-----------------------28---X----23

11/04------308-------86-----------------------28---X----24

11/05------309-------86-----------------------28---X----25

11/06------310-------86-----------------------28---X----26

11/07------311-------86-----------------------28---X----27

MONTHS 9-11, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

9/28-------28-----5-----------------------18----X----1

9/29-------29-----6-----------------------21----X----1

9/30-------30-----7-----------------------23----X----1

10/01-------01-----1---------------------------------100

10/02-------02-----1-----------------------------------50

10/03-------03-----1-----------------------------------33

10/04-------04-----1-----------------------------------25

10/05-------05-----2-----------------------------------40

10/06-------06-----3-----------------------------------50

10/07-------07-----3-----------------------------------43

10/08-------08-----3-----------------------------------38

10/09-------09-----3-----------------------------------33

10/10-------10-----4-----------------------------------40

10/11-------11-----4-----------------------------------36

10/12-------12-----4-----------------------------------33

10/13-------13-----4-----------------------------------31

10/14-------14-----4-----------------------------------29

10/15-------15-----4-----------------------------------27

10/16-------16-----5-----------------------------------31

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10/19-------19-----5-----------------------------------26

10/20-------20-----5-----------------------------------25

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10/25-------25-----6-----------------------------------24

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10/27-------27-----8-----------------------------------30

10/28-------28-----8-----------------------------------29

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The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

ANTIBRIGGERANITY

“The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version”
ANTIBRIGGERANITY--Date And Time File: 102208.837.55
Let me start up me TRANNY, ye ugly ole’ GRANNY.

Timing; says a great recording artist and former friend, is EVERYTHING. He is totally correct. There is nothing 2 argue with here. It is all in the proper timing that either allows all things 2 fall into one of 2 categories and these R, successes or failures. Tonight was the perfect night 4 the re-airing on the TNT cable television network of the final episode B-4 the movie came on just minutes ago, the episode with the business-cult, or whatever U would label it as a viewer of this great show, great in that, all L&O is great, but this episode is magical 2 those that KNOW Y indeed it is magical, and 4 those that do not, this blog is 4-U, as now I will tell U a fantastic, but fret not, an abridged story, a story of the BRIGGERS, and their Astral World Cult. Let me do this my way Mr. Sinatra, pweeeeeze. Other writers would all do it differently, and yet professionally done, they would fall into a basic established way and pattern of putting down the story. This is because human world stories have a timeline. My story lies beyond the 4th dimension, or time, as do the BRIGGERS, so this cannot B told in established literary proper ways, so bear with me. They R angry, as my TV set is powerfully CLICKING AWAY, and they totally R behind this major assault of my personal property, and total illegal violation of both my civil and my constitutional rights. They hit the TV at seconds shy on the east coast of America with DST, of 8:21 in the Post Meridian. They have a keystroke-worm on my computer, and know all that I type as I am typing it as though they R literally sitting right here in my room. Do not take me at my word, ask any good hacker or geek if governments as well as private hackers cannot do this very thing. I will fight with the last drop of my blood 2 make sure that time is not played with, I all ready know what is supposed 2 happen in this exact part of hyperspace, and if it is messed with Doctor Camping, I assure U that we will not have 2 wait 4 two thousand and eleven. The timing of this TV show on the TNT Network was 2 perfect, and taking this along with how they gave me a horrific health attack a while back by blowing my bowels apart with sonic shots, this now MUST B done as a counter balancing return strike. I could B doing 1 of 30 different more enjoyable things right now, but their antics have left me no cherce Archie but 2 now tell U all this story, abridged a lot 4 time’s sake, but I’ll get my points across as the Camden County Prosecutor used 2 tell me that my D-S destruct tapes thrown over fences into peoples nice green lawns in the middle of the night, did in fact do.

If U think that some huge human waking world organized system exists that created the basic religions’ of man, or is in control of man and his 50 most powerful wealthy world owner (WOMO) families, then U my friends R quite sadly mistaken!!!!!! Atheists kill me. They believe in many invisible things such as germs and nuclear radiation, just not the spirit world. What floors me and wipes me into a laughing fit is that their own science approaches the rim of truths about this spirit world or ASTRAL PLANE. It knows only 2 well that their R many vibratory atomic frequencies and that this reality indeed is the cause of many parallel universes, or separate 4 dimensional space-time-continuum systems that all lie inside and within a larger whole, the 5th dimension or the MULTIVERSE. There R so many of these individual 4-D areas within this total hyperspace that a billion Einstein minds can grasp only the truth that this is so, not really ever grasping just how awesome the reality about this really is. Now all of these countless Transdimensional planes of reality R the one side of a coin called hyperspace, while another side 2 this coin is very real and based also in atomic science and the laws of physics when taken far into their quantum levels where bizarre beyond possible description behaviors of cosmos and more, all is in some form of dreamed down existence from a void nothingness infinity by things that will come 2B known as LAWTRONS. This other side is an ultra fast frequency causing the realm that’s made up of these atoms someday known as atomotrons, 2B a very light starry place, a shadowy or astral place, the SPIRIT-WORLD. When science develops quite a bit further, these concepts of merging science and religion truths will not seem so anti-palatable. The astral world is not where anything starts, and in fact nothing there starts, or stops. The simple reason 4 this is that we in this dream down have a time dimension built into things and they do not. Actually, this starry lighter realm has neither a space or a time dimension, as it is 2 thin 4 these type of dimensionalities 2B existing in, so it has a different ingredient or element if U will, INTERACTION. U simply begin interacting in anything by simply doing it seemingly out of nowhere, and it is out of NOWHERE, and then interaction becomes the only tangible thing that this lighter realm can ever support, but the interaction is then capable of supporting the illusions that there is in fact time as well as space, so that the interaction can indeed come 2 exist into these illusionary dimensions. This is the total reverse of mortal waking world reality, where first U need the real time and the real space, or the interaction just cannot come into existence. This is Y life and death R opposite polarities in a huge cosmic polar system not yet understood by humankind in AD2008. Moving on with this, there is no cult in and of itself such as in tonight’s Law and Order TV show, on the Astral Plane, yet indeed there is the existence of the BRIGGERS, and these R indeed the residents of the BRIGGBASE, in the PROVINCE OLYMPIA. It would take me 15-40 years 2 slowly make people, individually, understand with sufficient clarity, Y-I am saying what I am saying and it is all totally true. So put in other words, there is no Earth Hollywood that has formed a click called the Lambrigg Cult, and I never have meant 2 delude a single soul into believing this misperception. However, it still is as though, this were true, because, astrally, there R a group of 333,333 entities that R party of the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL consisting of precisely 1,000,000 entities that indeed R astrally elected roughly every 8 million years as time would seemingly feel in mortality, and these one third of the MC is the BRIGGER CULT. Hollywood entertainment world movers and shakers and studio owners themselves as well as smaller similar other global groups, R a controlled counterpart, manipulated and used by special entities, phase-4 entities, that R created by Brigger-Cultists just 4 this mission. No one on the mortal world owns this powerful force or cult. But invertedly, the astral or spirit world group does manipulate and control, and in a very real sense overall, does own the entertainment world, and this definitely includes Hollywood. They have shaped the mortal world society and altered each year and decade, the very way that all of us live and act and operate, what is the in thing to do and B and think, and what puts U out of it as well, but no one on Earth is behind this no matter how egocentrically and Donald Trump’ish they may wish 2 in fact vehemently disagree with what I am proclaiming tonight. Now seriously look at tonight’s L&O show and then the plot after 1897 ended on Dark Shadows and Barnabas was forced against his will 2 become part of the Leviathans, and they returned back up to present times in 1969. This blog tonight will not hope 2 even scratch the surface of an iceberg totality that could sink a Titanic ship at sea. It really is this huge. Here is a tiny whittle example Elmer. Mrs. Goodfellow raping my school chum Russ, his coming over at 1 AM 2 my Oaklyn apartment, whether it was Dellway Arms or (Michael Dell’s way, armed with computers), getting me 2 burn up a powerful document that 2 this day seems 2 have a huge effect on the entire Astral Plane as Scylla’s mother visited me recently in a dream and came 2 me as a child, Mariena, and told me that she had her own version of my book called, THE BOOK OF BEACH, and the chain being stolen and the asterisk Chemtrail, and on and on and on, Russ either knowing that my mom was out that night with her boyfriend Sidney Crown or just didn’t care, what I’m getting at whether Jamie’s Dad on MC cares or not or cares about Gary 7 or Doctor Joe Gannon, still I am getting at this one point. Way 2 much all happened 4 this not 2B some gargantuan and humongous astral world plot. I ask any sane reader right now, WHAT THE TRUCK ELSE COULD THIS ALL B, as it is certainly NOT my imagination nor is it the deranged mind of a mad lunatic. Now really carefully examine the story on L&O as well as Paul Stoddard and the Leviathans on the famous Dark Shadows TV show of the sixties, and then just this one part of my life, forget all of the years later, and the MC stuff and blah-blah-blah, just go this far. Now if U dare blow up your mind, then go into the seventies, and the eighties and the nineties, and then into the now, and C that no way on EARTH, literally, is this coming from those here, even though it may well appear that it does, as they R using people. These forces work through what I call the PAWM. This is not an accented way of telling U it has 2 do with reading tea leaves and psychic readers. Instead I am telling U all that Gods and forces in the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL operated through, and always have and will in all of our entire 5th dimensional hyperspace that includes any and all possible time or space ever anywhere, they work through the PAWM, People, Animals, Weather, and Machines, and this is truth son!!!!!!!!! U don’t have 2 like it or love it or sing it BRAH, but I am telling the truth, and so much more of this powerful mighty TRUTH and reality will B following that continues on with this in following blogs, but if I overdo with my Blogaud, I know it is highly counterproductive so this is tonight’s whittle Wesson Elmer Fwudd!!!! If Donna wants 2 keep retracing me and keep her finger on that button, that cannot B helped, but if I mush remain here, and carry on this horrendous monstrous family curse, the least I can do is 2 tell what I know about what really is happening, and this includes who really, is the LAMBRIGG CULT. Love was in control, and I did a terrible thing in the 2290’s and I’m very sorry Donna. At least I know what Mrs. G. meant now by her question 2 me on the astral world of, 'Y did I do this 2 her daughter'.

Well as the disc jockey Mizz P-K said some time ago, hang in there Berryville, it is not Scylla’s will 2 let Her city of the berries burn up, nor her magical Marhouse. I know it was U earlier, thank U-4 caring, I am OK. IWALU-MC-990990990990990.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KSWL, BLAH AND BLAH AND BLAH, WE DO NOT NEED A REPEAT.

END TRANSMISSION:

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Dear Diary Journal Number 0011

1:48 PM, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 2023

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

The hack that is making my type font come out super crummy, and that began this 2023 year, shortly upon my restarting the blogs up, and following my second long off-time-sabbatical period; is either in my computer somehow, or is being done by motive and intention as a covert discouragement 4 me 2 get off permanently of the BLOGGER DOT COM SYSTEM (BDC). It absolutely must B one or the other explanation here, oh awesome illustrious FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION PEEPS OUT THERE, YO!!!

Put as politely and subtly as possible here, the BDC uses an interesting word in their rules and regs info, “sensitive” or sensitive material, as in a new age term 4 saying one thing that stands out like a monstrous sore tooth 4 anybody not completely brain dead stupid on steroids. Unless speaking of disgusting vulgar sexual stuff, then sensitive means that the topics being talked about go against the grains of currently accepted by majority sociological standards 4 reasons none other than the very simple judgmental reasoning that has been around 4 millennia now and literally caused the great dark ages of the Renaissance period 2 go on and on and on rather than begin 2 develop into a better and more productive type of a sociological order 4 the race of homosapiens here on this Earth-Planet. All odds R that first, the many red triangle warning screens even after and despite my material ALL BEING PLACED BEHIND THE WARNING SCREEN ACCORDING 2 MY WISHES AND CONTROL ON MY DASHBOARD, suddenly popped up all the time with annoying regularity. When I refused 2-B discouraged with that, the next step in their operation was 2 covertly screw with the appearance of the blogs making them ugly in many various ways that R of course not discoverable by the blogger ever, so in other words, I cannot prove my damn suspicions here of any of this, but I know 'deep down', Mister 'L&O' Robinnette oh sir, what I know, and it is completely real and true. Simple as that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if I am wrong and it is really some screw up in my computer, fine, I shall owe the great Blogger Team a large apology and already make that apology in advance SHOULD IN FACT THIS B THE ACTUAL CASE HERE WITH MY WOE WHIZ ME 2023 BLOGGING ISSUES, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! There R just simply way 2 many strong dodgam clues pointing 2 the fact that I DO NAUGHT OWE ANYONE AN APOLOGY 4 MY SUSPICIONS HERE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have the clue that the comments count has been messed with, and despite my bringing it 2 the attention of the illustrious BDC TEAM; they will do nothing 2 correct nor stop the issue, and restore my proper count. Then we have the fact that this is the same computer, and it is not suddenly doing new things that could possibly effect the coding transfer and making the font come out unresponsive 2 a proper readout without the lines all running close 2 or into each other, and no matter how large I make the font the coding won't allow it 2-B larger other than perhaps some infinitesimal amount of change. I am even beginning 2 doubt the recent validity since late this spring time, of other view-count numbers that seemingly R showing HUUUUUGE boom and bust periods, not after 7 years of such a steady averaged out 2,500 monthly hits and thus 30,000 annual hits. I am not absolutely saying anything, but I am now doubting a whole lot of stuff, as if they wish 2 get rid of me completely, then this covert bad behavior against me would certainly B a logical way of discouraging my continuing 2 blog on this site, am I really so wrong in making that conjecture here?????? B-4 going on with any more boo-hoo river crying here, I have been totally mind hacked from telling about that incredible recent dream that recurs 4 me where I am an employee in this Egg Harbor, NJUSAESMWG grocery store near the potato chip factory area here in this waking world, and seemingly am a lifelong employee there, and quite miserable, just as I was 4 nearly the 2 years that I was employed at the Harvest joint when first coming here 2 Flower Wing Flowerland Florida-USA. A coworker in this parallel world locale seems 2-B a total thorn in the side person 2 have 2 closely work with as so many workers in life know about only 2 darn well. My own mom began getting her share of these horrendous coworker demons as she got older and was one of the reasons that she said 2 me so darn often, “I don't understand it Mark, life should B getting easier as I get older, naught harder”! She is of course completely accurate here, only reality doesn't really seem 2 give a kit what is fair and what should B, and even my distant cuzz seemingly is aware of that simple truth, from all of his life stories, from recently as well as long ago. ButTERCHEESE and yes mighty

Sir M-S-Spellchecker; back now 2 the wild dreaming interaction from several days back now that I've yet 2 discuss. This annoying guy and myself R both around the same age and in this particular 5^th dimensional hyperspace situation, that seemingly is somewhere around age 35 years give or take. He had been annoying me big time all shift long and then just as we were about 2 end the day and while up in the front of the store, the boss came over and told me that all of the boxes stored in that area 4 whatever the reason they were placed there, needed 2-B moved 2 the far corner of the store, and these boxes were heavy and there did not seem 2-B any sort of a dolly or hand truck available 4 me 2 use. I was beyond angry and said while pointing directly at my coworker who seemed 2-B getting major favoritism, that “He is gonna' have 2 help me with this job”! I do naught look forward in any way, and quoting Sergeant Joe Friday on the middle 1960's Dragnet Television Shows, “NOT 1 POUND”, 2 my next continued serial nightmare there, and I will have one and many others so make no darn glass mistake about THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The highlighted in RED font and underlined thing above that I told the boss while pointing at this rotten demonic coworker of mine, somehow got plucking MAJOR HACKED OUT, and half the sentence vanished and poofed away like Harry Hogwarts Potter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do appear 2-B under a nasty 2-DAY DEATH SIEGE AGAIN, with aerial shawgdit and noise as well as HACKING. I have unplugged the modular computer internet chord from my Comcast-Modem system, so we shall C what keeps on going here. Strange however is it not how that particular sentence suddenly had half of those words poofed away, and every time I talk about my transdimensional EGG HARBOR CITY LIFE in any way, POW, skit seems 2 suddenly come all around me and fluck with me!!!!!!! I know that I am naught imagining any of this smother plucking shores hit. I am going 2 say one more thing and not tell the rest of this remembered nightmare experience as that can wait 4 if I decide 2 record this at some time later on, YO ME' BRO. Another recently new super annoying plucking nasty grass S-L jack-hack non-MAC Attack, is what I will label as the 'yO-HACK'. I know I am not typing the 'Y' letter in a smalls-key strike, and this unlike the old keyboard, does not have a semi broken shift-key. Again with CLUES, as I know what I dodgam know, YO BRO, YO YO, and naught bounced around, and I also know that Egg Harbor City, as well as my daughter, R completely wrapped up inside of my horrendous hellishness; and that these forces and washcloths, and HALLS FAWCES and 'Spellchecker HALloweentown', R all part of this nightmare Dogtownism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But unraveling this entire mess from straight out beyond the gates of Purgatorial Dogtown would indeed B what might B stated as, “SOLVING THE ULTIMATE AND QUINTESSENTIAL CLUE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW MANY TIMES MY FRIEND

Re-posted from October 5, 2008, on blog of 26 September, 2023:

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

Sunday, October 5, 2008

“HOW MANY TIMES, MY FRIEND?”

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version,
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DATFILE: 100508.616.55 ----- START:
(October 5, 2008)

I am under a MAJOR FLUCKING DEATH SIEGE, and the second that I came out of a major interaction with Mariah, boom; one second after being back awake here in this Marhouse, a super chopper attack deployed right over the place, in total violation of my civil and constitutional rights 2 pursue happiness and peace. Then 10 seconds after the chopper MILITUFORCE scum slime were gone, I started 2 tell Diana about hearing a song that was playing, Called “HOW MANY TIMES”, and instantly again, a super loud Harley blotorfrucking sickiecycle got me at maximum sound right out my bedroom window again in violation of my civil and constitutional frucking rights, oh AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES PLUCKING UNION, that doesn’t give a trucking rats ass ship about how I’m being violated!!!!
I---A M---U N D E R---A---F R U C K I N G---S I E G E!!!!!!!!!!

U want war, U got it DUCKING PAUL STODDARD BRIGGBASE CULTSCUM!!!! Here is first what happened, and then I will tell what Mr. Carey told me never 2 tell. It was 1975, and my mom was in Babylon, Long Island; and this was in the waking world. She really was visiting Uncle Heinz and Aunt Ruth, Gottwald, the honcho banker and yachtsman of the Sound. I told U all on a prior blog that 3 years B-4 this, was my last visit up there 2-C those flucking miserable snotty shkits. But in this interaction, I had been beaten up on the Atlantic City beach as I was in the waking world, and had my own sea plane and took it and landed it in the interaction, right at the boat club across from where my snoot-unk resided at the time, at 175 Peninsula Drive; down the way from Captain Kangaroo. A dirt ball friend of the 2 beach patrol mascots that had fun roughing me up back in shkitville, New Jersey, was my pilot, and thought this was funny; knowing fully well that my uncle would have a cow and an aneurism at the same time, and he did sure enough; and was over across the bay hollering at the both of us and saying 2 get that piece of junk out of his yacht club or he would have me locked up. Then the next thing I knew, I dreamshifted miles over 2 the Carey block. I was having a great time talking to everyone, and they all seemed 2 know me, as though they had always known me. I just went along with it, wondering where I was, and how I had gotten into this one and even thinking of the Stanley/Oliver show of times B-4 this even, where he was always saying, ”Now you’ve really gotten us into a mess this time Stanley”; and kept thinking of that, as well as knowing that I was just with Diana, making passionate love 2 her at some astral waterfall and lovely exquisite park; and instantly afterwards just found myself in time and space again, only in this here and this now. Mariah wanted 2 do something extremely important 2 her and her dad got angry and did what cannot B done in today’s world and I remember thinking how brave she was 4 not crying. She came over and whispered 2 me that she was going 2 do this thing whether daddy liked it or not, and I sort of chuckled nervously, hoping she wasn’t going 2 receive another spanking. We were in a hallway that was lit up brightly in the house, and in the middle of it on one end, was a wide entrance into the living room. Make all the flucking sounds and persecute me all U want rock chuckers, as when this frucking blog posts up, YOU’LL B VERY PLUCKING SORRY, ASS HOLES. They know every stroke I do on this keypad, just watch Law and Order, and the episode where the patient was betrayed by his psychiatrist, it was a sex offense case, I make nothing up, this EVIL EMPIRE is watching every strike I do on this plucking machine, and violating my RIGHTS UNDER THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION!!!!!!! Anyway, she was able 2 eventually do this thing that was so important 2 her, and I was very happy 4 her. Some relative was over at the place with either a guitar, or some kind of music making thing; and was strumming and singing the famous song from a few years past, that kept going, THE ANSWER MY FRIEND IS BLOWING IN THE WIND, THE ANSWER IS BLOWING IN THE WIND. She, MC was oblivious 2 this, and more interested in making sure her dad had his back turned, so he would not C what she was doing. It was the cutest thing that I ever witnessed, yet simultaneously it was totally breaking my heart. Lots of anger was everywhere, and he mentioned the stairs, and the fights over the horrible neighborhood, and bad neighbors that had done them wrong, and more along these lines; and it was terrible. I detest having 2-C my lovely queen as well as her family, go through any unhappiness, and after finding out that family of mine, and friends and neighbors of them, were behind the Carey’s miseries; and U all remember how I wanted that weekend 2 go up 2 Long Island with a huge turkey knife under a sweater, and not 2 offer a free dinner 2 wicked cousins and do the carving, but rather 2 just do some carving and not make any offers about it. Anyone ever hurts my queen in any way, and I cannot end this sentence legally on this blog; yet it still is getting said, family or no family. I do not care if U-R the governor!!!!!! Then her dad yelled over after leaving the hall and standing at the foot of the stairs, something about making this his last visit and did not need all the hassle of things, and then went on about the cat, and when I saw the cat, in this wild interaction, it turned jet black with the same tiny white paws that Gawky Gaukauk has, and then grew and expanded 2 the size of a real live panther as though it was a balloon cat, getting filled with pneumatic pressure, like an air pump. Then he pointed at her while she was dancing and laughing and watching this happen, and said, and I quote, “Gawky, U get the hell out of my house, trouble-maker”. Then Gawky who refused 2 budged growled, and finally spoke and said 495 over and over again. Then after he walked angrily over 2 him and started trying 2 wrestle with Gawky, he was thrown onto the floor and Gawky said, now Mark will C all this, hot shot engineer. U never wanted him 2 know about any of it, and now I will show the poor bastard. He said this word 4 word 2 Mr. Carey, and I will remember the total absolute vividness of this 4 the rest of my Mountainpen diseased twisted pathetic life. Then the music came from nowhere only louder; how many times this, and how many times that, and all about the answer blowing in the wind; and then wind indeed blew up, and things were getting knocked all around while Gawky laughed and Mr. Carey walked out shouting and slammed the front door 2 their home about as hard and loudly as I ever remember a door being slammed in my current astral-dream-down, (ADD). When I came out of this 3 seconds later, I said 2 Diana over the telephone, that I just popped out of a wild interaction, and INSTANTLY, the BRIGGBASE WOMO MILITUFORCE sent over a loud house shaking flucking chopper. Then as said, motorcycle attacks, which still R currently ongoing. I am under a flucking total death siege, as I am normally directly following major astral world REMEMBERING EXPERIENCES, “dreaming” by all of your definitions. Miss shkitplants Jane Fonda Shore just bit my frucking ass. What else could possibly go wrong; no don’t plucking answer that, as Elizabeth Montgomery said something 2 her hubby, Darren Stevens, that applies so very well 2 me, “THE POSSIBILITIES R ENDLESS” Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, yes it is indeed one eleven in the mother plucking afternoon, and that stinking hunt trapping clock got me again. I am on a major frucking death roll. IF ANYTHING HAPPENS 2 ME, AND I DO NOT MAKE IT HOME AGAIN WHEN I GO OUT 2 WORK SOON; THEN I WAS MURDERED BY THE UNITED STATES EVIL EMPIRE GOVERNMENT, AND THEIR WICKED SCUMMY MILITARY SYSTEM. This is a dying man’s utterance, and official and legal declaration; doubling as my blog 4 this day. Let me attempt 2 runt-pen-tape (COMPENSATE) just a wee whittle bitchin’ bit rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555, and yes five and five and five. U want war games with me truckers, I will give them 2-U, ya stinking rotten, BASTARD SLIMY SLEAZY FILTHY PUNK-BAGS, AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED!!!!!!! Gawky was making Mr. Carey very agitated, after he all ready was up set with his child 4 something she was insisting on doing, and he did not want her 2 do it. Well, MY PHILLIES R FRUCKED AGAIN, THANKS 2 ALL OF THIS FLUCKING BULL SHKIT. JUST MARK MY DUCKING WORDS, GIVING UP A 2 AND OH, 4 A ROTTEN 2 AND ALL NOW. JUST U FLUCKING WATCH AND MARK MY TURDS AND MY PREPRICTIONS. I could tell U what MC was doing but it would not B fair. Here I am an astral traveler, invading the privacy of people’s pasts, & I must draw the line on what I tell that I-C and witness somewhere. If it was just not so real, so vivid, and in living Technicolor, with panoramic view, and quadraphonic enhanced super high fidelity surround sound, and so bigger than life; I might even dismiss these things, but brother Detective Green, I just cannot dismiss this one, nor the immediate RONALD REAGAN COUNTERATTACK THAT WOMO LAUNCHED directly after they followed my kerlian energy back there 2 the Marhouse, and I woke up physically. A Mentally Challenged dope addict can C-Y that particular song was part of this, I sure hope. Jeese-Louise Fonty surfer dude! I told Y’all what muscles Ed said at work at the garage 2 me not long ago when we discussed Mercenary Employment. Oh well, at least we were not discussing Multiverse-Existors, still ME’s either way. That 'ME' on the roof of 506 Robin Hill was sure a mistake, and if only Ida opened my door, instead of being King Wussbag the FIRST AND ONLY!!!!!! If this does not break off and my Phillies keep getting damaged, major shkit will happen, as I all ready know atomically what is destined on this signature frequency of atomic hyperspace, as I saw it and if they CHANGE IT, it will cause severe weather patterns 2 occur like nothing this part of the hemisphere in the United States has seen 4 hundreds of mother plucking queers. The answer is not blowing in the wind my friend, and it is simpler than any ninth dimensional source force could ever B. Fruck with established hyperspace patterns, and quantum foam heats up in tiny areas, burning out of existence total pieces of reality, and leaving vacuums and portals, or STARGATES, small, but big enough 4 example 2 bring in the GIFLIES of Haddonwood. Huge insects that do not come from HERE, & that have been literally FIXED 2 wipe out humanity. Keep flucking with me, as I can prove all that I say, and this shkit is top-4-secret, at black ops agency level. Keep frucking the hell with me, and I will let out how hurting me is hurting all of the citizenry; and I have proof of Haddonwood and the giflies, or GIANT-FLIES. Gawky said to Mr. Carey that Mark must tell the world about sentence abbrevs in the Gawnum, or the secret of the GAS; gee, is Steven King visiting the Marhouse today here in Cannotmakeupmymindinheightville??????? Aniwho, he says that a powerful second level tool in the Gawnum is taking sentences, and phrases 2-B matched up or compared 4 compatibility, such as “go screw yourself Mister New York mail man”. The letters R the first of each word, and in this example thus would B, (G-S-Y-M-N-Y-M-M), since I am ragging on the Milituforce, Mister Jack McCoy, and the evil BRIGGBASE right now as they R persecuting an innocent citizen straight 2 his grave, and have been 4 nearly 23 frucking years. Aniwho MCMCAAONMC, then U get the PCN or (Private Cosmicallycoded Number) of these letters, only after getting the first 2 digits, the third digit is not the higher digit minus the lower digit. Instead, with this, it is the sum total of the 2 digits, hence if a PCN starts with 47, the 4 and 7 R then added 2 make digit number 3, or PCN-4711. Now if the first 2 digits add up 2 less than ten, use a 0 for the third digit, as all PCN’s on this system need 2-B-4 digits in length. Hence if the numbers come 53, the PCN using this system becomes 5308, as 5+3 is 8, and this is less than 10, and needs a zero in the third digit slot 2 keep all of these PCN’s as 4-digit numbers. The smallest is 1102, and the largest is 9918. The basic base 9 going from 11-99 is still functioning here. U will C amazing shkit Gawky says, when U compare phrases, and long sentences of query. I know that all grown up, MC has told me not 2 play with this, and 2 stop blogging this, but I did not ask 4 this persecution, I am only in survival mode here, and doing what I must 2-B a song stealing BEE-GEE, and STAYIN’ ALIVE as best as I can, through all of this monstrous and horrendous frucking endless bull shkit that I’m forced 2 endure!!!!!! Funny how 1102, as in my 3^rd and final tenure at the great ROBIN-HILL (farm outside of HADDONFIELD), where TAWF from 1970, was starting its mission of MARK MOHR DESTRUCT, PROJECT “MARTINOCALLIO99999”, and all from a silly stupid Jimmy horrible life Stuart missing $8,000.00 video arcade in such a fantastically far away locale. No-one day the bail out bastards say no, and then boom, reality shifts and changes. It always either goes their evil wealthy manipulated/controlled way 2 begin with, or they do a Lattisaw, and just turn some tapes and move some makes until out from Copperfield’s hat jumps the magic bunny rabbit with a sign pointing at them and reading, “FRANKIE SAYS THEY’LL DO IT THEIR WAY”. Yeah but let me piss on the table, and the prosecutor Wirtz said 2 me and I’ll quote the dude, “I’m glad U didn’t do that, U never would have gotten out of the Atlantic City jail”. Yeah I do not know about everything, and big-business is definitely not my thing BRO, but I will say this, and U can eat it 4 damn dinner: Jack McCoy on the great television show “LAW and ORDER” says it perfectly, and I’ll quote him, from a Mercedes, all the way 2 a raised-right black boy, “There R rules for the wealthy and then there R the rules 4 all the rest of us”, or was it Senator Hopeful from Tennessee who said it? Well it wasn’t said from Tennessee Avenue aniwho, and that’s some plus out of the day. The frucking gods help me; yeah, dream on Mountainpen, LITERALLY; while laughing Donna retraces your ass from here 2 eternity. Mighty Earthquakes and wicked volcanoes R right around the trucking corner, watch your back OTAMM SCUM!!!!!!!!! Watch your rotten stinking ugly back!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, all GO and SO, both ZD and AD TECs. All enemies scanned and crushed. G-13, G-14, open command G-189, under CGR-2, and STOP.

END OF THIS TRANSMISSION.

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theansweristheqyuestion: Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. In the not 2 distant future, a Blogaudian viewer will get into this somehow and add in here, “Also quite intense”. Whoever the person is and was, must B vely astute as well as highly intelligent, in more ways than just computer wisdom and abilities, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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But remember that back while I lived with the cousins of lovely Mizz Patricia HHH, I had no clue yet just who Patty & Merry really were. This powerful dream came 2 me while under some very major heavy unspeakable monstrous demonic attack on all fronts in this mortal-physical-plane life. But me' real pernt here is how the Millionth-Council and their great matching 2 me' daughter's initials of course, seemingly has this master plan with me of something even far beyond Senator Sanders gargantuan and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE!!!!!!!! I complained about my surreal ultra hellish persecuted life 2 a coworker security guard during shift change at the Cifaloglio site, and he told me 2 BLOG 2 get it out there and 2 quit spraying it all over him, sort of another Sir Chester-Frank deal, like the time I nearly was sent out of me' shoes in me' own home in Blue Anchor that morning, back in middle 2000, up in NJUSAESMWG. So I start blogging at me' local library, and had absolutely no memories then of just who the great Patty and Merry even were. Patty was just me' mom's coworker at the shipping company 4 a few years long ago, by mortal world terms long ago that is, and also she was a knock out lady and she shared some occult interests with me and led me 2 the mighty life altering Fascitar, without ever allowing me 2-C or realize that she had done just that, at those times, and maybe I would never have remembered the entire mess if not 4 the entire wild crap that all started in the beginning of the 1990's and the Al Alberts Show and little 12 year old lovely Karen singing that great Franky Avalon tune called, “Wildwood Days”. Now what tune, Frankie who? Can the James Redfield and Jesus-taught SAFET get any larger or more in our faces here, oh wonderful great peeps aldare??? Poor ole' Mister Einstein. He only called this 'spooky forces', and was clueless 2 just what was all behind these realities. Smart as he was, the coins and the coils only revealed certain stuff 2 him and then he took that and did what he did with it, and this allowed me in a prior life persona 2 naught take over the world in a mind bending furious terror because of what Sara J. Karge had done 2 me by telling me SHE WAS GOD, and that SHE was going 2 use me in HER plan, and that SHE.......yes, we will leave these things 4 other blogs, oh folks. Let us now copy the lovely marvelous 1985 Mizz Margie Leo here, shall we? “CUT ME A BREAK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of the cousins of this wild Washcloth clan would make a story that most definitely would require the collaboration of Mister Patterson, Mizz Agatha-C, Dan Steele, and most likely several more fantastic world renown authors. Still, the reason that somebody posted up drunken Dawn-Marie King here, as shown above and obviously at one of the parties that she attended while I was living with her in New Jersey back in '08 and '09; is that these tiny subatomic pieces or SEDS 2 quote me' awesome 1994 book called, “TPB” and © in me' name from that year on Halloween Day; had it worked out back in PLANCK-TIME or BBB, and having absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with the awesome wonderful BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU, but rather the other BBB, or B-4 the Big Bang, only by the perspective relative view of those inside of it, there was no B-4 nor is there ever any after, of ANYTHING WHATSOEVER, YO WEERLLD! These little SEDS R like fractions that some will work and some will not, as in 6/9^th and 2/27^th can go into each other as they share interchangeable denominators where as 4/17^th and 8/32 will not. All things in this waking mortal life only exist because of endless supplies of total clumped up groupings of these tiny signal energy dots making up their particular exact realities. Things fit or they don't fit, and 2 quote Sir Redjohn-CIA-Henningsen, from over a half century ago now, “It's just that simple”, YO!!!!!!! Hey all I'm saying when we reduce this current deal down 2 its lowest common denominator here is that I needed 2 use this photo of Dawn on this Morianity project, so having her make that pose at that damn Jersey party one day all stoned out of her sicko mind, was merely like 2/18^th and Morianity is 105/72^nd because the numerator figures of 2 as well as 105 can B added or subtracted and it works out without a fractional break. As long as those denominators R perfectly divisible, that's the ballgame, ugly Jane, simple as that. Ugly in your soul lady, I never meant 2 say or imply in body, hey, U weren't a bad looker at all, but what U did 2 me was beyond unforgivable, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So stuff like that photo above had 2 happen, so don't make a big thing out of it anyone. This is how Sir Einstein's 'spooky-forces' work.

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CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:6

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Yes, the mind is the part of all of us that is of course completely divided by the speed of light squared from our true beingness, and at truth and energy or in what bible believers call the spirit world and the heavens; our real complete full self exists in a timelessness. All the stuff in our dreams here is a scattering of Astral truths, but none of it is one tiny bit inconsequential nor should ever B ignored. This is Y of course, PEE is so often discussed in these BOM-BLOGS, and in that parallel world, she and the owner of the E-BAY have a separate merged corporation in 2023 and this will B told 2-U in detail in following letter-blogs 2, mostly after this is all converted into a private blog only. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Nothing in dreams or waking life can B truly ignored. We may choose 2 do it, but there is always the flip side 2 our chosen coin-path, so 2 speak, kind sir. I'll get into all of Thissssssss as well. DIANA is lovely, and I love HER and need 2 go out on me' porch and watch HER until the rain comes down. My 5^th letter 2-U is now over, please read #5 and #6 notes, as soon as is humanly possible. TANKS & BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moving this along folks, this is why PEE was, and is, over there in that other part of multiverse reality; so fascinated with these Komocossi Pilots; and when I visited with her at her college, where she never went to the detention center down the road from our manor, she and some dude who she tells me is not her main squeeze but just a friend, were talking about them and showing me some photos of some really wild stuff, it looked like the entire American Fleet, sinking in the Pacific Ocean, and not in 1996 or other jewels, Jewelly's, or pearls, white or black. Like I said all along folks, I just report the news, I do not make it, MMMMMMMMMMMMMag, MMMMMMMMMMMM theories, multiverses or Mountainpen's. Still, within about a dozen years of winning the war, both the German and the Japanese had developed a combined eugenics system, and instead of making them a super race of humans, turned them into hideous dying souls. It was not until late in the sixties that things normalized, and in that other parallel world, Kennedy finished his presidency, and then suddenly died of an illness that he had kept quiet, most likely the same one that was plaguing him over in this part of the HS. There was no Reagan, just Nixon, Carter, and after this, a totally wild other bunch, Senator Fred Thompson from the Law & Order show was the one in-between Carter and the one in now, Senator Hillary Clinton. Many wild things happen throughout HS. Again, this has nothing to do with grades 9-12, all though, I always knew deep down inside, that that HSM Disney crap, was somehow all connected into things, especially with Viqueen Marylou in the mix, and Gordo from the Lizzy McGuire Show, who repeatedly had been with me as well, in HS (hyper-space), once, giving me a wild system that his father used to trade the stock market with as a day trader, making him the most successful day trader in the history of Wall Street. He told me other totally non-bloggable things also, and there is no need to visit that, as if I do not have enough on my plate. Anyway, it is all most likely trans-dimensional, such as PEE, as over here, there is no PEE. But the Copyright Office knows there is a 'MY', and has the open reel 1986 RGG tape, to show that stuff did really happen, and not in some parallel universe. But for those who do not fully appreciate the dynamics of HSE, (Effect/Equation) I will tell you that it is not anything to scoff at, and I should mother flucking know. I've gone through a lot of unfathomable damn hell as a result of it and if you would rather call it a bleed over or any other lesser in value description, then be my ever guessing SJK guest, folks, WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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R the most wonderful awesome beautiful coil on the entire ASTRAL PLANE, but that is naught Y your 'little boy' Ricky loves U so much. That is only one tiny part and reason 4 my endless love 4-U, my lovely wonderful beautiful Diana Z-A. If U-R alive and out there, Patty; as I have no way of knowing thissssssss; THANK-U-4 SHOWING ME THE GREAT FASCITAR, as without that, I would never have any human memories or awareness 2 my great love, Diana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If U-R alive and out there, Patty; as I have no way of knowing thissssssss; THANK-U-4 SHOWING ME THE GREAT FASCITAR

I will B getting into stuff so major mind boggling that it would make the Thaxton-Marcucci Mind Blow of 1969 appear vely non-McDowell-Cooley-TAME, and yes, IPYT. 4 now it is time 4 me 2 just crash, it is late and I'm tired as all of Dogtown, YO great peeps. It is five of the clock thissssssss morning, oh lovely Mizz Erica Susan Luccisnakes and so I must post and crash, but yes great Governor Arnold of great awesome KALI-CALI, non Verizon Call Ten CALLIO, “I will definitely B BACCHHHKKKKKK”, YO, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mark wayne mohr: Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.

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POSTING UP AT 5:12 AM, ON TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2023.

I could subtitle this, “CLUES and their True Power”, only Y bother, when these R no longer mother ******* blogs but simply JOURNAL DIARY ENTRIES FROM NOW ON AND UP INTO FOREVER, AND THAT IS AN ABSOLUTE PROMISE NO MATTER WHAT EVER HAPPENS BOTH NOW AND FURTHER DOWN THE LINE AND ROAD AS WELL. Back when I was growing up, we had a terrific television show, really many of them and unlike any more at least IMHO; but one in goddessburn particular, and most likely at least 4 a short while my absolute fave-TV-show, was called, 'Colombo', and almost everybody even still in these modern new age times remembers this, and it still is rerun and re-aired on many systems. This incredible detective whom the great actor Mister Peter Faulk played the role, was an incredible clues gatherer, as well as 'putter-together-er' of them, and yes, I am coining a new word here, some more of my endless Benny Frank days all reincarnated in the 21^st century from so long ass ago, YO BRO. Me' pernt in saying that is that clues R always important, and there is no greater new age show than one particular episode of the great world famous STAR TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION (TNG), titled yes, none other than, “CLUES”, if me' memory is serving well here, and I know that it is. But moving on. This episode on ST-TNG is beyond just a 'MUST-C' 4 anybody ever who wishes 2 seriously endeavor 2 prove or disprove the entirety or even pieces and parts of Mountainpen's MORIANITY, and this is simply naught disputable here, oh lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, mah'm!!!!!!!! I got my first weird (screen-document-HACK) while typing out that prior paragraph, gee, I wonder Y????? Like Hyundai Automobile 2007 ad-spots, with their unforgettable, “DUHHHHH-DERRRRR”!!!!!!!!!!! This happened 4 the record at exactly 6:39 AM on this day. But getting back 2 clues, the topic of this entire diary-journal entry, and 4 short, this DJE 4 all future shortened use. When great police detectives do the very same damn ass thing that Mountainpen has done all throughout this Morianity project, and B-4 it became a numbered endless set of DJE, they R both commended and what they do is entirely accepted as a perfectly rational and normal procedure 4 attempting 2 figure out and learn just what the dog heck is going down with a set of circumstances that lead and connect into in one way or another, some particular act of criminality, YO!!!!!!!!!! But when poor ole' pitiful non-Ron Mark Wayne Mountainpen HUNTINGTON-CURSED Mohr does this same exact thing, YO, an entirely different song is sung by the populations of this extremely judgmental EARTH-PLANET. But let me now go over just a very few but unfathomably powerful 'CLUES' on recent situations and topics as well as some extremely old ones that do however perfectly mix and blend, right into the very present second and minute of current time, where I, like everyone else; am forced 2 live while human, and inside of a human body. Again the only real honest difference between myself and anybody else, ever, is my awareness 2 reality (truth), only THAT; & not one other whittle damn thing, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! So since this ain't a goddessburn blog any more, and will shortly, hopefully, B nothing but my safe-cloud so that nothing happens 2 this powerful recording of my human life, as the current me dream, off of the astral-plane, or (the timeless purgatory); let me get right into where I wish 2 go without worrying about establishing any normally done literary foundations as I know what is all connected into all of it, and thus I do not need that foundation. 2 things pertaining 2 CLUES, in a gargantuan and beyond Senator Bernie Sanders 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' way, R as freaking ass follows, YO BRRRRRRRRRR:!!!!!!!!!! First is the blogging page-view situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Superman, oh sirs. Allow me 2 further explain and elaborate now on this, so that absolutely no misunderstandings will B remotely possible once I am all through, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! From between the years of 2013 and 2019 and accounting 4 only partial blogging times in the years of 2016 and 2018 and of course skipping entirely the missed blogged year of 2017 during my off-time-sabbatical, or my 'OTS' 4 short; my page-view count was pretty much something that could B absolutely and perfectly AVERAGED OUT month by month, and averaging 2,500 hits monthly, as well as 30,000 annually, as multiplying 12 by 2,500 does in fact bring us 2 the number of 30,000; and this AVERAGE HELD BRICK ASS SOLID, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. Occasionally I would get empty-times and boom-times, yes, but nothing like what has happened 2 me this very year of 2023!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This wild time of major off the scale BOOM & BUST on my blog's PVC (page-view-count), is all a direct following result of one particular deal that occurred here in my town of Fort Pierce, Flowerland (Florida-USA) where I have resided since the middle of December of the year of 2009. I have recently learned a powerful brand new non-Melanie-key item, and or, (BNNMK) 4 short from now on. I have seen in my life and with my post August of 1986 nightmare situation after waking up into some unfathomable and inconceivable nightmare HELL, that almost always, stuff that goes on with me, CONTINUES-CONTINUES-CONTINUES, and yes, CONTINUES, oh Sir James Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOO Mister Arthur Crane Sir, from 1991, at the TCE-security job post YO; when the rare event does rear its head and something alters, THAT is indeed nothing other than SOME TYPE OF A MAJOR CLUE, that something HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE is up with all of this, oh awesome wonderful Detectives, fictional as U guys may have been, on the fantastic 'L&O' TV-show, Ed green and Lenny Briscoe, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So after basically the entire lifespan of this BOM-blog, from 2013 through 2019, and the new part since moving here 2 Florida and after about my first 2 years here, and when I suddenly had found myself hacked off my old blog, and was forced 2 begin the new one, with links added all the time back into the old blog; I could depend on with Swiss clockwork precision, the 30,000 annual hits on my blog, and even 4 the most part an average monthly hit number of one twelfth of that or 2,500 hits, and then suddenly in the summer time of 2023 and this very year, and 2 quote the great clue following fictional detective from that wonderful 'L&O' TV-show; “PADDOW”, no more pattern that lasted 4 the entire length of the blog. Suddenly now, it is boom and bust and mostly bust, and on top of that, it all began with a wild boom, and this happened at the precise date, right 2 the goddessburn hour, of breaking news regarding Sir DONALD JOHN 45^th PRESIDENT OF THE USA TRUMP, having 2 come 2 the Fort Pierce Federal Court-House 4 a trial that after all was said and done, is going 2 begin in just a couple of weeks from now in the month of November. Since then, the 7 year absolute of averaged 2,500 hits per month, and 30,000 hits per year, terminated forever. Never ever B-4 this time, did I get spurts of absolutely nobody coming up day after day on this blog, other than 4 maybe five peeps, and then during the boom times, one month recently containing over 36,000 hits and over the long averaged entire year of hits, where daily hits were more than 3,000, higher than entire months B-4 that time, and on a 7 year long average that held as consistently as water is wet, YO. SOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane oh Sir, I use this clue 2 absolutely come 2 realize that 99 percent of my blogging audience 'that I called my Blogaudians', R nothing other than peeps reading it because they R absolute parts of Donald Trump, his peeps, his team, his organization, his company, 2 quote my old associate turned Federal Congressman, Sir Andrews; and his, “whatever”, but this is an unmissable and unmistakable damn CLUE, and I do naught need 2-B Mister Colombo the great TV-detective, 2 come 2 this conclusion. Now I am pretty sure that my miserable rotten daughter and her peeps and family, make up the other one percent here; and the only, and I mean the only other person who is NAUGHT IN THIS TRUMPFORCE-MACYFORCE GANG FROM DOGTOWN, AKA (HELL), YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, is a great dude who once, back in the 1990's and maybe still today 4 all I know, resided in the illustrious Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG area, and is the wonderful Sir Chris Arter. That is the dude on the 'follower-photo' on this blog. Other than this one person, there is no person here that is not part of my rotten diseased FAMILY of 'wash my hands washcloth' ultimate fighting Smithtown area in NYNY-USA on the great Woodie Guthrie Island folks, who mean me absolutely no good whatsoever, never have, and most certainly and definitely NEVER EVER WILL EITHER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Now staying on the subject of super-sleuthing and CLUES here, we can talk 4 a century and not cover this deal, but let me get on one powerful thing concerning the television show called, “DARK SHADOWS”. This show ended the first week in April of the year of 1971. In the recent episodes of these last episodes, gorgeous white hot blond teen girl Mizz Cathy Cody played the parts of both Hallie Stokes in the 20^th century as well as Carrie in the 19^th century. Haddonwood, Gerard Styles, 1995, and the mysterious abandonment of the great long standing area-famous health club all R absolutely and totally mixed up together in this deal in ways going beyond unmistakable, that is unless U all R vehemently against studying and analyzing clues in order 2 solve great mysteries. My absolute fave episode on that show, because of this lovely teen blond, who was approximately the same age as me back in time, or perhaps a year younger give or take; was what now all DARK SHADOWS SHOW FANS call and label, the 'MISSING EPISODE'. I mentioned this over and over 2 my pal Mister David Charles Roth, as well as endlessly on my cassette taped life-journal kept from 1983 throughout my entire life 4 the most part, and told other peeps besides Dave as well, all about this; and how lovely CARRIE back in the year of 1840, who was playing the part of a gifted psychic child living there on the Collins property, and interacting with the family, and when she was asked 2 perform a reading 2 help them learn something; it showed these mind bending video close up shots of her and how she kept saying, I-C, over and over again as her visions would reveal things and images, and so she started new sentences with “I SEE” several times, and how I was literally madly in love with this incredible blond goddess. Out of every possible episode on this 5 year lasted show, there was one episode that went missing, or got wrecked, or whatever; and THAT EPISODE WAS THE ONE. Again, using the deal pertaining 2 CLUES, anyone who believes that coincidences that have those kind of gigantic mathematical odds 4 not being simple happenstance random situations, and refusing 2-C this as some type of powerful clue that has a lot 2 say and speak 2 about all of the other stuff that I have talked about concerning this television show, the dates, the areas, the actors, the endless coincidences, the names, and on and on and on literally forever; is more than just a damn quintessential total fool, and so rather than judge, I come 2 a simple conclusion. I don't believe peeps R in fact that ignorant when they endlessly dismiss clues that I tell them about, and simply refuse 2 ever believe anything that I tell them, or ever B willing 2 take any of my story one wee tad little bit seriously whatsoever. I merely now know that HALLS FORCES control all of these peeps, and there is nothing that I am able 2 do 2 alter these realities, not now, and seemingly naught ever, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake of 1983. Speaking of awesome girls and women, either in extra negative or extra positive ways, that miserable rotten Jane Sleazeweedsdisease just missed me. I typed right past page eleven and now find myself typing onto page twelve. HA-HA-HA, U evil ugly-souled witch-bitch! Naturally, this only opens up a door on the topic of CLUES, and without any further needed mention of great and beyond wacky-weird Long Island nights at relative's homes in the beginning of the 1970's concerning detective movies and super-sleuths, and so on, lovely little Mizz Evelyn Yacht-Docks and Patty-Paula endless DNA encounters, so DJE following this 0002 number, will obviously tell a whole god-dog lot more, and this is just opening up a tiny little damn crack in the ceiling, but still Lenny Briscoe Sir, a small ceiling crack left unattended long enough can indeed totally frikkin' collapse even the nicest houses and all really good building contractors will agree with me here, and I know it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So as other DJE continue, this is only the very beginning, so don't die on me yet Sir Latengrate Mister Albert Jolson and fantastic musician!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has been one of those WORST MOTHER ******* **** LAPPING **** SUCKING ROTTEN HORRIFYING HORRENDOUS HORRIFIC DAYS 4 ME, BUT THEN, THIS TRULY AIN'T A MOTHER ****** **** LICKING RARE DEAL WHEN MY LIFE IS ALL FACTORED IN AND CAREFULLY AND HONESTLY EXAMINED AND LOOKED AT. Simple as that. This BOTBAR DAY FROM HELL is not over. At about 8 minutes past 2 this Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and still on Sunday's chart rated system, and will B until it gets light in a little more than 3 and one half hours as it is now nine past three; I SUFFERED A MAJOR SUPER HYPER ULTRA HAVANA DEATH WOMO-SPACEFORCE WEAPON ASSAULT ON ME' BOWELS, AND AS I TYPE THIS OUT NOW AND DESPITE BEING OFF-LINE, THE COMPUTER HACKING IS NON-STOP-MEANING IT COMES DIRECTLY FROM SATAN'S KINGDOM OF DARKNESS AS NO HUMAN HACKER CAN POSSIBLY B DOING THIS UNLESS THE NSA HAS STUFF SO FAR BEYOND ANYONE'S COMPREHENSION THAT WE DON'T NEED 2 KNOW ABOUT IT, YO, AND IPYT. THAT WAS YET ANOTHER (won't type out on the screen or document-HACK) and 4 short, another (W-T-O-S-D-HACK). This time it was fixable with some simple clicking at other spots and then going back 2 where the arrow should B on the document file, clicking again, and typing, and it was okay again. The other time, I had 2 close and reboot the entire program. Just how do I know that this day was beyond off the plucking scale putrid horrendously bad and not one wee tad or Carrie Dark Shadows bit in my delusional mind and or imagination, YO? Simple YO! Not only was the full gamut and spectrum run here, of all parameters of WOMO death pummeling on me, such as PROPDAM ASSAULT which is all included and wrapped into computer hacks, any damage in property, possessions, car, in the home, all and anything, health, bowel or heart rhythm or both, aerial, noise, enemy-nabes, and the whole goddamn rotten entire smack from Arnold 2 “L&O-TV-show Zachery, AKA from goddamn ass 'A' through 'Z', YO YO YO BRRRR! That says enough as well as more than enough and even goes into the Summer-Streisand territory of all fantastic hit songs of the beginning of the 1980's, as in 'ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH', but even going yet beyond a step or 2 and in or out of any possible Mister Rodney Serling's Twilight Zone shows; we have the fact that 3 roulette games have now been played including the one just B-4 beginning this blog or actually, this diary-journal-entry (DJE) number 0006. I screwed up and was 2 lazy 2 check the roulette-journal when I discussed the games on the earlier DJE. My 'R-J' (Roulette-Journal) is a series of color-binded-booklets available at any office store anywhere in the world, and they come in colored covers with lined white pages within the colored binding, and I have about ten of these just from the time that I moved in with the King family, and yes, this was one of the things that managed 2 survive the magic move from hell that dark end of autumn early morning from my job at Cifaloglio down here 2 Fort Pierce, Flowerland-Flower-Wing, oh 'Tad & Carrie' and 'Haddonwood wild linked coincidences Gerard Styles' and musician, & yes the dude was a musician, and spoke of it on a narrated end of one of the 26 DVD box set 'DARK SHADOWS' video boxes, each containing 4 discs, and omitting the first and most magical season of all whether I'm the only person whom seems 2-B aware of that reality or naught, lovely Mizz 1983 phone-company Blake, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes we'll get back 2 all of this and so much more it ain't the beginning of funny here, but 4 now, I know that this day was straight out from beyond DOGTOWN'S PURGATORIAL GATES 4 not TOW but rather 2 powerful reasons, first the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE gargantuan and non Senator Bernie Sanders full spectrum of multiplexed persecutions and harassment's on me, but then winning a grand total and with relative ease, in 3 fairly short games, 145 units of profit as a result of the parallel event of my mind busting death siege on steroids day and the numbers corresponding 2 all of it as well. Normally I never play as many numbers as I did in the 3^rd game a short while back. However, I played the 5 multiples which contain 7 numbers as well as the 4 air and major death siege WOMO assault numbers of 0-00-23 and 27, a total of 11 numbers, and yet still made a whopping 51 units. The other games were plus 74 units, and plus 20 units, totaling the 145 units on the day from HELL. 20+51+74=145. This is the exact order of the games, and I made some errors B-4 but that is the amended log from my R-J. Right B-4 playing the game, I of course ingested two extra daily Centrum Silver vitamins, 4 days that I find myself in unfathomable highly stressed situations, as well as a mega super trucking dosage of powered Metamucil 2 compensate 4 the health death strike-bowels assault! Without Diana's lovely awesome mother ******* bright nearly full creamy white moon shining over me and watching over HER LITTLE BOY, I would B a cooked piece of mother ******* toast at the speed of light squared, and then some, YO!!!!!!! Just how much more of this shucking flit I will B able 2 handle and keep taking at my sick and elderly pathetic age is, and 2 quote Mister Engineer Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott of the fictional Star Trek TV-Show Star-Ship Enterprise is entirely 'problematical' and that is putting things in an entirely under-exaggerated way; YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, weird rod slam mother plucking continued computer hacking is ongoing, YO BRRRRRRRRRRR.

If rock plucking shkit doesn't start 2 slow mother ******* **** lapping down soon around me, I will B out of the 28 percents 4 magnetic percentage 4 annual-2023 BOTBARS, right back up into the mother ******* **** sucking ***** lapping 29's and life beyond where I can take it and deal with this at my advanced ill age, not that one single rotten soul on this planet cares in the goddessburn least of course, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!