L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Dependably Waking Up 2 Death Aerial Persecution From WOMO-SPACEFORCE as a Direct Result of Certain Types of Recurring Nightmares in Areas of Either Atlantic City or Egg Harbor in New Jersey-USA

POSTING THIS UP AT APPROXIMATELY 01:18 PM.

I am being MAJOR COMPUTER HACKED AT 20 MINUTES PAST 11, Federal Communications Commission. On top of this my aerial death siege started very early this moUUUUUUUUrning as well and this all followed wild nightmares where I was where else but in both ATLANTIC CITY as well as EGG HARBOR CITY, in New Jersey-USA????????? Then when I tried making my title the file-name on this word program document, and despite it being within accepted length total characters, it came on with a completely different error-message saying I do not have permission 2 use the title, so it allowed me 2 shorten it 2 the title shown in RED PRINT above and not the entire title. So I figured I was not allowed 4 whatever the reason 2 make 2 names of Jersey cities a part of any title and I did a test document and wrote both city names in the new title and it allowed it, so I know some frucking hacking mother ducker is screwing with me today and I am just about now 2 cross into the 8^th and final RED ZONE star rating on me' Morianity Secrets Thermometer Scale, or me' MSTS. I still am holding at position star-7-RED-ZONE. This has been 2 straight very bad flucking glass weeks 4 the goddessdog PPNR-Mountainpen now, YO and youthful offenders all over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later today after sufficient time elapses from coming awake into this nightmare frucking total death siege hellishness, I shall play 5 numbers on me new system, the A2R2023 roulette system, the aerial death numbers plus the '24' number 4 that wild hacking on this word program.

MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND DYING DECLARATION, GREAT NEW SHERIFF PEARSON OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA!

THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******

RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT

This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

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 ON THIS ELECTRICAL NUMBER 27^th DAY IN FEBRUARY OF 2024, WITH MAJOR SUPER HEAVY AERIAL HARASSMENT, MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, AND STARTING YESTERDAY WITH MY ROKU TELEVISION STREAMING SYSTEM AND THE REMOVAL OF ONE OF MY FAVE SHOWS FROM FREE SERVICE, THAT I WILL B CONTACTING THE FCC ABOUT BY LETTER THIS WEEK, AND ALONG WITH ALL OF THE OTHER JUNK, AND ALL OF THE OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; 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.

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.

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2024---JWSC-TUE-12-70

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)

The dream consisted of being on a bus and a lady who was sitting behind me is suddenly acting all nutso and began attempting 2 goose me, and this lady was no kid, and was close 2 me' own age. I told her 2 stop it and moved into a seat closer 2 the bus driver, and suddenly he stops this bus at the locally famous area 2 South New Jersey persons, called White Horse Pike and Philadelphia Avenue, and pulls over 2 the curb and comes right 2 my seat and starts telling me about a local football team that is forming back in my Voorhees Township area and that they want me 2 play on one of the teams. Suddenly I am just back in that area not far from the Herman's Deli where so many magical McFly auto-circuit assaults were done 2 me when returning from casino bus tours and parked there in the mall parking lot. Only this was down the road about half a mile where if U make a left turn heading east on Burnt Mill Road it goes into large housing developments, and a right turn takes U straight 2 a large coffee plant. Nothing in the waking world has any tiny suggestible in your face connections with this area and football. Suddenly I am in a car and turning left and after going into this community and driving down some local twisty bending roads with many peeps all over outside of their homes and especially lots of kids and teenager persons, and suddenly I realize that I am in a passenger seat and not driving, and next 2 me in this car and driving it is a black gentleman about 45 years old give or take a few years, and built like a football player. We stopped outside of some home where a buddy of his exited a home and walked out 2 the car and jumped into the back seat of it. The name of this dude who was now in the back seat, was Mister Zeparthus Giltt. Some peeps whom experience very vivid dreams quite often, seem 2 meet peeps with extremely unusual names, and suddenly, he was telling me his name as well as spelling it, and yes, just as lovely SARAH KRASSLE did with me in that life altering December of 1969 MAJOR DREAMING INTERACTION while I resided at the DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS, in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, on Oakland Avenue from middle 1969 through early 1975. While typing out that last sentence at one minute shy of 12-noon, a CRASH LEVEL DEAFENINGLY LOUD PRIVATE ILLEGAL AIRCRAFT JUST ZENITH BUZZED ME' RESIDENCE HERE IN THE QUIET-WATERS-CO-OP-PARK of northeastern Fort Pierce, Flowerland-USA, that is AKA Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every single time that I have dreams where I am in EITHER EGG HARBOR CITY, or else in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; KAPOW ON ACS-CUBED & CUBAN, I get a major and instantaneous aerial death siege that I must seemingly wake up into, and it never fails, or almost never ever does aniwho; peeps aldare, YO!!!!!!!!!! The reasons that lay behind the OZ-CURTAINS of this situation R of course quite OFFICER CHUCK CERTAINTEED KIM SIMPLLLLEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! The entire deal is a 'TOSE' from the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Most peeps on this planet live and die and some have a few similar deals like this in their own lives, BUTT, big glass BUTT, BUTTTTTTTTT, and scrumptiously BUTTERCHEESE, and but folks, they simply remain completely and totally frucking CLUELESS 2 WHAT IS HAPPENING ALL AROUND THEM, MISTER 1980-RPL-COWORKER, SIR JOE SIVO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, THEY JUST DO NOT HAVE IDEA ONE WHAT IS GOING DOWN, BRRRRRRRRRR!

On top of these dreams discussed in the above paragraph folks, and earlier in the night and a wee tad bit shy of daylight most likely, I was with my LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA Z-A, and in several of HER LOVELY FORMS. MY COMPUTER IS ACTING UP GODDAMN SUPER MAJOR HYPER ULTRA HUUUUUUUGE TIME, SENATOR SANDERS, ME' OLE' WANNABE BUDDY & PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me try once more 2 discuss this with me' L30B out here. I was with Lightning in several of HER forms, as my awesome giant coil, as LIGHTNING in the skies, and as the Olympian Goddess tall blond teen-queen that SHE turns into. She was telling me that it is not in my imagination one little bit that yesterday evening on 02-26-2024, me' ROKU CHANNEL on me' ROKU-TV set and streaming service, began not allowing me 2 view one of the FREE SHOWS in their lineup, without signing up 4 an eventual expensive paid premium channel called MGM, and yet ROKU always offered this show FREE until yesterday, and this show was the original black and white TV-show called, TOL, “THE OUTER LIMITS”. I plan 2 send a complaint letter 2 the FCC and B-4 the week is out, YO world out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps lovely Katy, but I am a sub poverty broke little nobody, and I have no money 2-B paying 4 me' damn rotten lousy TV-service, honey cakes; so as I started 2 say B-4 Mister Mike Soft interfered with me here YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!! Simplllleeee as THAT, huh Officer KIM SIR, from late '78 and into '79??????????????????

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER #15 (AMP-CEMB)

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Holy moley, holly Molly Ringworm scratches. What will be next, lovely JUJU?

The problems I face; Jim Burr knew about, four and a half freaking glass decades back into time, “MY FAMILY”, and that is a quote, except for him saying 'your', not 'my', but then, he never had to sing any dang apology songs, YO! Give me a break Merry Greendress Loveboats!!!! WEEEEEEE, me' ol' freaking Spell-Check Program was disabled by the Milituforce Hackers Club again, FBI, YO BRAH!!! One thing I have been taught by the school of AFTER AUGUST 1986 STRIKES, or the AA-1986-S-SCHOOL, for short, is that when a bad day is happening, COUNT THE SMOTHER CLUCKING HELL ON MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING AND BLACK HAT CRACKER HACKERS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Oh yes folks out here, YO; I can always know that the MHC will strike on bad nasty grass plucking BOTBAR times, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MESSAGE FOR SHERIFF KEN MASCARA:

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

Jim Burr was a man I met at a place called the Professional Careers Institute, in the early summer of 1973. I was taking a Computer Programming class there, as was he, studying on the state of the art system back then, the great marvelous International Business Machines system 360 (IBM).

When we met, he and I had one desire, and that was to become multi-millionaires. Back then, that would be like single digit billionaires in equivalent purchasing power to today, in actual net worth.

After only a few months, something happened to the man. He changed, and big time. Suddenly he could not care in the least about money making, or anything other than some kind of super natural bullshkit that entered into his life. He shortly after that, found GOD, as the old expression goes. In fact and truth, no one ever can find God, as God is not lost to begin with. God finds us, but I promise you that a lot more than this simple three word sentence is all part of a very mystical and powerful equation!!!!!!!!!!!

Jim Burr and I meeting at this PCI school, at the 1-Cherry Hill Building, at the Mall; in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, at Suite #201; was no accident in the cosmos. Nothing is ever just an accident in the cosmos. Atheists don't agree, and I must admit, I envy the ducking hell out of the atheists. I HAVE SEEN SLIT that never ever can be told on any blog and I promise you, it wipes out one religion, and the name of that religion is Atheists.

If anyone out here thinks that all of this began in 1973 with Jim Burr; then you would be about as far off base, and onto goddang left field; as the ball park can possibly be stretched. Jim Burr however does indeed, play a gargantuan mother plucking part and role in my life, every bit as large as Atlantic
City does, and David Roth does, and RPL does; and I suppose I could go on listing other trucking knit such as the Robin Hill Apartments farm outside of David Leigh Smith's Haddonfield, and on and on and on we could go, if you have a decade or two, peeps; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; huh Mister Chester-Frank, YO?

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 15

Happy Turkey Day, YO!!!!!

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Folks, I've talked about Jim Burr and meeting him at the computer school, as well as Dave Roth and our meeting as two security guards at a department store that was being constructed in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, called, Caldor. But let me tell you that no matter how I tell this thing, Mister Microsoft ThiSTLEWEEds Smart-Programs; there is no way for anyone to get it, as you would have had to be there. Lightning told me a fantastic thing in the dam nineties, and now of course, I realize she already knew that I would come to learn that I had a thirty eight year old grown up daughter, in twenty oh eight, or however Misses 1969 Marola wants to pronounce things back at Cooley-wormhole-Hall, near the great gate at Kings Highway, just past the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, on the grounds of this incredible and awesome place of inconceivable intrigue and mystery, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would one of my co-students from there, say this, if he was here with me now, just as he said it back then in 1972 in Dan Mackey's great class-room, “Vely vely intelesting”? You bet he ducking would; oh great and marvelous, terrific and powerful FCC (Federal Communications Commission); and can all of this be some wild COSMIC ACCIDENT; oh lovely Twinbay, and lovely Leticia Tilley; less than a half block down the streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one and only transdimensional INCOLLINGO'S GROCERY STORE. The great Blucran Grocery Store of Southwestern No Joysey; huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in this third millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also my friend and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank, YO.

We could discuss my fatal heart attack at the Cifaloglio job and how the Almighty Pink Goddess Jehovah Lordess Neecy (Sarah Stacey) in astral to human waking world conversion-translation into English and present time; and we could discuss in length, the trip through time from the day after Christmas that year into the following middle May and all of the shit involved in the experience, as well as how if this was indeed a fatal heart attack, I am now here telling the tale and alive. We can discuss how I had no Earthly knowledge that Frank Callio would kick the dang bucket right before that Middle May time, and so much more. But people, my death experience was not an isolated one. There was the crash in Woodbury in the final part of 1985 somewhere, there was WAWA and my being shot to death, there was the crash on Route 130 after waking up to find myself driving on the wrong side of the highway, and the list is literally dozens and dozens, the drowning in the dang ocean in 1995, the electrocution twice, once by my lovely lightning, and once when I stuck a walkie-talkie antenna into a 220 volt alternating electrical receptacle (wall-outlet). I have died more than thirty times, and not almost died, I said I trucking dang DIED. Like the great fictional HIGHLANDER, I seem to keep re-awakening, and this is very very ducking glass complicated, and don't ever let me even hint to any of you that it ain't, YO!!!!!!!!!!! What you also must be goddang cognizant of folks, is that that HIGHLANDER-TV show that was famous in the nineties, began as a movie, the way lots of later-TV bullshkit does. It began in 1984, three months after I had moved into 1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. I copyrighted two musical projects that I have highlighted in GREEN COLOR below, on the COPYRIGHT OFFICE WEBSITE, that depicts my music that only dates back to 1978, and we can be all day discussing other prior tunes and compilations and projects, let me assure you all of that, great wonderful folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I now am merely making the point that right after my second project in 1984 was sent to the Library of Congress © Office, and my address as well, HIGHLAND AVENUE, is this not one hell of another very ducking powerful coincidence my peeps, that this great HIGHLANDER slit, all began as well???

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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'FOR THE RECORD', and 'WHAT'S WRONG', from 1984. Now the second one, underlined above, is from the place where I moved into, a home my mom and I rented from a Mister Lowell Patterson, who lived in another home next door to us, and owned both of them. This project was done after I moved from 506 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees New Jersey, into this home on HIGHLAND AVENUE, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, and began because I was experiencing some technical difficulties with my open reel recorder, the RS-1500-US semi-pro mastering machine, that I did my home demo work on, along with many other mixers and amps and keyboard machines, all put together, in a very wacky way, but impressed professional people to the point where they would ask me exactly what I was using to get my sounds, and this includes one of the lovely U.S. Copyright Office examiners. I later had the heads replaced, but at the time, was indeed having trouble with cut outs on both the left and right channels, while recording, and so I titled the project by the song of the title-track, “WHAT'S WRONG”. But all of this is to show you all that my knit is very ducking real, right down to the fact that someone or something is keeping me stuck here in this waking physical life, and for some purpose or plan, to indeed quote the great Duncan McLeod Highlander from the fictional movies and television shows; the only difference between the two of us is that he is fake, and I am for real, but remember please, great kind lads and lassies out here; I will never ever be for REALE, the chill-mo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Only Those Who've Seriously Wounded My Life Do I Consider 2-B My Enemies, Most Others Can Just Go Hang, Right Mister Benjamin Stokes, Back In 1795

05:55 PM, Monday, February 26, 2024

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2024---JWSC-MON-12-68

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 2:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:

2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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JANE------011-------02------------------------18---x----01

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MONTHS 1-2, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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PARALLEL CORRELATIONS OF PERSONAL ROULETTE NUMBERS WITH MY VARIOUS WOMO-SPACEFORCE PERSECUTIONS SINCE 1986 AND BEGAN IN 1992 AT THE HOME OF PATTY MEEKER

Reprinted from paper-files made on May 14, 2023 on this date of 15 January, 2024, Martin Luther King Day weekend Holiday Monday.

Various harassment types R on the upper part of the log record.

Corresponding best roulette numbers 4 playing R on lower part of the log record.

Property damage in house, any damage or interference to and with my automobile, any damage 2 my utility and communications systems, any kind of hacking or interference with and 2 my computer or cellphone operations, and all types of stuff along these lines:

PLAY-----------------------#24

NOISE HARASSMENT'S OF ANY AND ALL TYPES, HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY BODY, PAINS AND ACHES CAUSED BY DEMONIC LAMBRIGG FORCES/WOMO-S-M-T, UPSETS WITH HEART RHYTHM'S OR UNPLEASANT BOWEL AND CRAP ATTACKS AND CRAMPING AND PAIN, and all types of stuff along these lines:

PLAY-----------------------#3

MAJOR AERIAL ENEMY ASSAULTS, PLANES, CHOPPERS, CHEMTRAILING, AND ANY TYPE OF MILITARY OR CIVILIAN AERIAL CRAFT PERSECUTIONS LOW AND CRASH LEVELS AND NEAR AND ZENITH 2 MY CAR AND MY RESIDENCE OR WHEREVER I MAY B WHILE OUT ON ANY TYPE OF ERRAND AND 4 ANY REASON, and all types of stuff along these lines:

PLAY-----------------------#'s 0-00-23-27

Major SUPER-BOTBAR days, or strings of BOTBAR DAYS of 3 and more:

PLAY-----------------------#'s 5-10-15-20-25-30-35

Now on super bad times, I may experiment and keep careful accurate records of playing with more than one grouping of numbers, should extra bad days happen with WOMO assaults, causing as many as all 13 parallel event numbers 2-B played; but only on rare extra bad times and occasions. Also on extremely rare occasions when playing one group verses the other group becomes a debatable issue, I may choose 2-C which number of the 2 groups shows up first, then going on 2 play that particular grouping of corresponding numbers 2 that type of death-siege happening 2 me on this day. Now just as these numbers work 4 me, other peeps can do the exact same thing with ongoing bad stuff in their own lives, should they have a mind 2 and wish 2 make lots of easy money. Simple as that.

© Mark Wayne Mohr 2024 ™ 'Roulette-APE-2-System'

I Mark Wayne Mohr, offer this system idea concept 2 anyone at all, and claim only the rights against SELLING IT 4 PROFIT. Should anyone B caught in this activity, I will consult the best attorney that I can afford and offer a 90 percent monetary contingency just 2 hopefully get an interested good lawyer should I ever need 2 secure one.

“BOY OH BOY OH BOY”; PEOPLE'S MAGAZINE, FBI, JAMES REDFIELD, and ALL BARRIERS OF PERMISSION, BIBLICAL PROPHETS AND THEIR WILD TECH FROM THE GODS & DREAMING 'TOSE' SECRET HYPER CLASSIFIED ASTRAL KNOWLEDGE THAT WAS DECODED AND USED BY MARK MOHR AND DONALD TRUMP ONCE THE YEAR OF THE AX CAME INTO FRUITION, AND ALSO KNOWN AS 1986, WHERE A WORLD FAMOUS EXPRESSION ALL MUST HAVE COME FROM IN SOME BEACH BALL-CATCHERS MITT REFLECTED WAY ON OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE B-B; well, and without any “U-M's” being added in here 2 add salt 2 the wounds of Dogtown itself after a PADDLE-BOX interaction which takes place quite frequently and monstrously; and enemies crashed my program again when attempting 2 add into my word-program system-dictionary, the U-M's deal and so when it was all recovered; I needed 2 merely hyphenate the damn glass thing, YO; and so on we go now. Boy oh boy oh boy, Billy & Frank; or maybe better said, from transdimensional 2007 blogs and time points, of non-Watergate Senator sub-committee's or goddess pink Jacobson's, and wild mighty songs sung by incredible beings, that some 'UFO-buffs' would argue with me and call them 'alien-beings', and like that other word despised by me, the Mountainpen, 'PSYCHIC'; I hate that dang-sass word 'ALIEN', as it can imply stuff that is not real at all, and yet it can excite, as well as draw inconceivable amounts of fear, from already deadly dangerous powerful persons, of this unfathomably disgusting rotten sin cursed EARTH-PLANET; YO-YO-YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, as those 2007 blogs talked about, and I only and alone appear 2-B the one carrying this knowledge around with me that this is absolutely real and not one wee tad little bit fictional nor made up whatsoever here, the truths of just how the transdimensional hyperspace is all interconnected with all human beings and the entire global society and our dreaming experiences R completely tied together with our waking life, 100 percent, only in ways that supposedly were only carefully revealed by the almighty 'god' long ago, 2 'his' biblical prophets of the Earth-Plane world that is still going strong right here and now in the year of 2024, only going over the heads of the greatest as well as the smallest persons living here and 'awake'!!!!!!!!!! Let us talk about the deal that was blogged between my daughter from a parallel universe who does exist here as well, as all of U know only 2 well, the one and only MC. Just because here things worked out with incredible wild and crazy towel seepage effects of things going completely off and wrong between us from the jump, does not mean that in altered realities of the atomic varying signatures of vibratory atomic conditions, that in other locales, we R not close. I speak here of about 2 years or so B-4 her mighty awesome 2009 DVD called “Precious”. Anyone knows that they can archive the old 2007 blogs, where she was punishing me 4 not trusting her, and spewing out lots of angry words about stuff happening 2 me that she was supposedly allowing 2 happen 2 me, and then came what SHE HERSELF called my punishment 4 doing that, and this was none other than the (BLU-CRAN) deal, and any FBI AGENT or top city police detective that is working on a major crime in this nation and trying 2 bring 2 justice some major dangerous criminal person, would not dismiss this as a mere coincidence should it B going down in their case and was some part of their evidence in their attempts of pursuing who is guilty of committing the vicious crime, whatever it may have hypothetically been, U all know it, and I know U all know it out there, in the CJS and at Quantico!!!!!!!!! Then we go 2 years out into the reflected space of 2009, and the great movie with lovely Paula Patton playing the part, and what was her name, QUANTICO?; & no, it wasn't goddessdog Quantico!!!! Peeps have been actually convicted of murder and major crimes lads and lassies, 4 evidence far less convincing than the stuff I am claiming here as completely and totally real and true, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! The 5^th dimension is not only true, but as 'Peeps-Mag' knows and maybe even more than I do, through some reporter there at those times in single digit late first decade-21^st century times, that indeed; there R magical connections between the Gaines family and the Hollister peeps, and if not here in this exact atomic frequency, then in some altered and localized area parts of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, YO. The dummies and the atheists laugh at this stuff, but guess what: Was Mizz lovely Marilyn McCoo laughing when she and her peeps decided 2 call her awesome musical band, by the name of none other than, the “FIFTH DIMENSIONS”?????????? Was her stuff not all a major part of the HAIR movie, as seemingly lovely disco Donna Summer of the Gaines family? Is this not only completely octopus tentacle connected in altogether without even needing 2 branch out into the localized transdimensional hyperspace? Who is ever gonna' decide 2 ever cut me one of those world renown by now most likely, Mizz 1985 Margie Leo McFly breaks? Let us do a real and beyond TMMB-1969 mind blowing deal now with lovely Mizz 1985 Margie, concerning her fave expression of cutting breaks, or maybe it should read here, Mister Jimmy Safet Redfield oh sir, “WILL U CUT ME A BRAKE”, as twice now, my brakes were indeed tampered with, as in cutting a brake as opposed 2 cutting one of Mizz Margie's 1985 breaks! At exactly 3:08 this rotten afternoon,another major 2^nd hack struck and put up some weird annoying dialog box while I was typing this out here and stopped me 4 a minute or so from my blog and trying 2 truck with me' concentration, and then distract me; huh there, oh Camden County Prosecutor Office Investigator from the early 1990's, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior??????? How he would discuss that topic of distraction and how I needed 2-B looking behind me when p[lanes suddenly were dogging me in front of me, while driving in me' car on major serious 'HIGH CCOT' days of death siege persecution and harassment, YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great FBI of Quantico; my story is real, this is all real, it is happening and has been going down around me now since I was born, and then it got far far far goddamn worse once I left the illustrious almighty COOLEY HELL HIGH HALL and school, at the end of January of 1973, and being there only as a guest since aging out on me' 18^th B-D on 12-04-1972, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!

Mister Jimmy Safet Redfield oh sir, “WILL U CUT ME A BRAKE”, as twice now, my brakes were indeed tampered with, as in cutting a brake as opposed 2 cutting one of Mizz Margie's 1985 breaks!

Once you wear through the actual friction material on the pads, you are grinding metal on metal, which is a bad. If the rotors are worn, the result can manifest as pulling to one side when the brakes are pressed. This is because the brakes are grabbing harder on one side. The same can happen if the one side is not grabbing at all.

The great Billy Harner the human percolator told me at his Haddon Avenue barber shop, not beauty shop, but yes, when all of these shows were happening in real-'regular' time, “NOT TO LIVE WITH ANYONE”, but to, and I ducking quote him totally grass verbatim here, “Stay by yourself Mark”; only I did not listen to his wonderful great advice. As I speak, another horrible plucking death angel attack is striking me, and these have been bad again over the past several days, sheriff, and all because YESTERDAY, I SUFFERED A MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME BY THE SMOTHER DUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE, WHO ELSE, YO YO YO YO YO ME BRO?????????? But warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS FROM HELL AND 1970, and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can swear in any court on this planet and not worry about being trucking charged with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night, and again, there is no return.

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

“YES MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON, AND ART IS QUITE MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can escape this freaking EVIL EMPIRE, be the very source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last freaking dime they all have, and make that dream come into fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from Mantua, New Jersey, where the treasury had cut me a check for it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THEN U WILL ALL B SNOWED IN!

BLOG 3 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

4:50 PM, Monday, August 20,2018

Since late June, I have had about 500 mother loving dollars of damage done to my automobile. If you don't help me and get this stopped, oh wonderful great Sheriff sir, I am going to take the county to court for allowing a citizen to be persecuted under this oppressive Hitler Republican RULE and dictatorial domination!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY ILLEGAL SCUMBAG NABES HERE AT THIS PHA HELL ARE SLAMMING AWAY, NATURALLY, IT BEGAN THE MINUTE THAT I MOTHER FREAKING BOOTED UP THIS NIGHTMARE CUMPUKER, YO YO YO YO YO!!!

I am a descendant Huntington, and I can talk. There is only one freaking Huntington family, and with or without Karen Skinny's Atlantic and Pacific, we are all cousins, YO! Yes brah, I can talk. It is like speaking out against this stupid butt licking war on drugs and those stupid jit ball Reagan's who totally wiped out America for good and all, or maybe for bad and all. I believe all this junk should be legalized. Why? A snot nosed child can see it with blind folds covering his or her eyes, but why argue with 'the epitome of stupidity', to quote the late great David Roth back in the middle eighties? My point is quite simple. I do not nor did I ever, DO DRUGS or drink, or any of this stupid junk; so yes, that allows me to talk, since whether the crap is ever legalized or not, would have a zero effect on my life! With the founding father's example, my seventh great grand daddy Samuel Huntington, I feel this entitles me to say what I want about all the crap that has gone wrong with this once totally great nation of ours. Robin Hill, Melanie, psychic vision times from 1974; gee what next Elmer Fudd and other folks, what next? So you all tell me if I am just the quintessential crackpot of Jersey and now Florida, why then was RUSSIA the largest reader of these WORDS OF MOUNTAINPEN? Why does our sleazy attorney general here in Florida hate me so much? I wonder what this miserable cow is covering up? Were you all not following the stuff about that during the elections, YO?

Ever since early twenty-sixteen, and my blogs stopped for two and a half years; this Public Housing building will not repair anything in my place. Right after the Hitler man got in, just as I knew it would happen, my worst nightmares began. I had only freaking thought my nightmares were horrendous before that. Cube and Cuban that one, me' awesome and kind people!

Radio, TV, internet, social media. These four things worsened the life that humans now are forced to live here on this lovely planet called the Earth. With the introduction of all of these items, one by one, the world got more and more insane, and don't bother trying to prove me wrong. All you can do is be stupid and laugh and ignore me, or check it out Mister L&O-Bozz for yourselves. Here is the 'situation', to quote the great Superman of the fifties; Mister Louigee Henderson Kent!!!! Do you really think you are inside the top of your forehead somewhere? Only energy is sentient, it thinks, it dreams; it does all sorts of 'magical Hollister' things. There is a great group of folks called AAT's or Ancient Astronaut Theorists. They believe some great stuff, but they fall down hard and fast, by not seeing just who really these aliens are, because I promise you they are not the visitors from ships who live far away somewhere out there on this physical plane. They exist at the Plank level; that the Catholic Church calls the Purgatory. They have a lot of issues going on, and the biggest one is that they must endure a timeless existence or 'endlessness'. Mortals have a natural fear of death because this permits a physical vacation where they can escape a hell so unfathomably bad that there is no way for me to discuss it. They do not come here on vacation however. They eventually run out of energy from countless interactions and they dream out and away from their plank-purgatory. By their point of view they all are doing it at different stages, but since time is only illusion, out here to us, this appears as one 'big bang'; and has been labeled this term. They are the energies that eventually cool down enough to create matter and program a physical plane. It is all done with pure intellect. All of us, to quote Dock Sagan, are star-stuff. Very true. The stars have programmed all of this, and they are highly intelligent entities watching all of us very closely. They build solar systems and in our case, this one system has even built us. But what is us? Your brain is nothing more than a bunch of junky goo on the physical plane. No computer can think. Only algorithms can create a computer's ability to be thinking, it does not think because it cannot think, it has no energetic equivalent to its physical structure, 'soul' if you will. The gods of the astral system gave the mighty minded Mister Einstein a fantastic formula, and all he and his colleagues ever did was concentrate on one side of this wonderful equation. E=MC SQ. The real power comes when we invert what was placed into his mind, during his times of 'mental picturing and gods communications', and let this become M=E/C SQ. Simple enough to invert any mathematical formula. We all went to 5^th grade. You know, 3+3 = 6. 6-3 = 3. 4 x 5 = 20. 20/4 = 5. The message was that we exist in purgatory, we have just slightly more than zero mass at the Plank Level beyond singularity-0-Dimension, so we lose enough energy after virtually limitless interactions on this astral realm, and begin to push outward into the hyperspace all around us called the physical and caporial plane and world where we all live physically. Aliens are the energies that have made all of the great stars that we see at night, and so why don't they communicate in some meaningful way many ask me. They talk constantly. They use a fantastic code that mortal humans call 'RANDOM'. Every single communication that they make is followed by their changing the code. Random or a code that changes with every single message, is the ultimate code, and without ZDT, it cannot B broken, and humans on this planet are a long way off from 'ZDT', (Zero-Dimensional Technology)! These gods have no desire to tell us this information, but they did want to see who would be the first one put on this Earth to come to all of this revelation, Mister Childress. I promise you that, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MARK WAYNE MOHR

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Monday, January 23, 2023

BTAT--CHAPTER 0015

BTAT—CHAPTER 0015

09:09 ANTE’ MERIDIAN

JANUARY 23, 2023

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I am under one of the worst death hell sieges of all time, and it is being done in somewhat more clever ways yet follows the same old endless mother freaking pattern for anyone who would know what to look for and should be observing me as ADA Ron Wirtz Senior used to do after meeting him at his office on the 5^th day in December of 1989, up in Camden, New Jersey-USAESMWG. Saturday was fairly okay but yesterday, Sunday was lots of hellish shullbit. The typical after 10-AM air persecution was right there followed by later noise persecution with fireworks and music from scum hole mitt lickers in the distant community around me. I have many enemies all over this county and town, and all due to the Exploratronic Supermind, and their evil inhuman society that Morianity calls and labels the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). When 'SSJKK', following my I-Ching soul-trip on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996, said to me, “Let’s play a game boy, called {Guess the Name of the Guests}”; notice the totally brother clucking unmissable pattern of both the pun-words used by HER, GUESS & GUESTS, and the (ESS) in the both of them. To followers of the Diagnostic Statistical Manuel which is the 'DSM' or the psych book of total authority; stuff like what I am saying is all part of delusional and magical thinking that is associated with the mental disease condition known as schizophrenia. You will believe whatever you wish, them or me. I of course know from life-long experience that they are merely in the dark ages, when referenced from a more glorious future time of enlightenment. Einstein proved that all things indeed connect inside of the atoms, and so here where the atoms are all clumped together, those same energies are in control, and even the great Professor A-E didn’t seem to realize it. Most likely this was due from the resulting effect that Morianity refers to as the ‘spirit of the times’. I didn’t make up the concept of that by the way, so please don’t freaking credit me when no credit is due. TANKS & BOOM! Yes world, all throughout this entire month and year, the persecution on me by these dirt bag mucking MISOE scum bag slit eaters is off the dials and scales, and only in recent times of last autumn while I was attempting to begin starting up this project that truly started in January of 2006, were things this runt chewing horrendous for poor mother shmucking shot licking pitiful whittle Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Gee whiz golly gash-dern, Mister nothing prophets of 1988. SOOOOOO what GIBBS here, Sir Arthur Crane of TCE, and great illustrious LOC?

A child knows that the same old flit is happening at least basically. I mean the ICPE-APE-technology being behind all of my intense endless suffering by this evil trucking SPACEFORCE, and AKA the MISOE, from now on great folks out here. It all began during my year of professional gambling at the Atlantic City casinos in New Jersey, back in the summer time of 1986. You all know my story straight from Dogtown, so please don’t play dumb with me here. I can prove beyond a shadow of doubt that parallel event is both real, and that it indeed can be intentionally used against people just as the MISOE has been doing to pathetic tortured me ever since 08-15-1986, by this pure mother stucking unadulterated filthy disease. I have blogged half a dozen times or more now, exactly how to take numbers from 1-38 or any grouping of them, split them into three parameter groupings, and then how to chart and graph in very easy stick figure records of the number outcomes, when a strong parallel event comes along when comparing two parameters with the following outcome’s remaining parameter, such as for example in a game of roulette, every time a RED-HIGH number comes out, there is now a following outcome of 35 ODD and only 7 EVEN numbers. From now on, any time that any red and high number comes out, simply bet a lot of money for the ODD to come out next time. Well, these enemies know that every time they persecute me, it has a goddamn fucking HUUUUUUUGE-parallel-event of causing shit to go ‘their’ way, so who is ‘THEY’, and what is “THEIR WAY”, what is this all about? SIMPLE as dogshit stinks, folks! It simply means that powerful people (THEY) whenever they need for anything whatsoever to happen in their favor, it increases the chances for their success if they harass poor victim of this nightmare hellishness, me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is that simple Lads & Lassies, nothing is really complicated; and as weird and crazy as it sounds, parallel event is real, it is provable, it exists, and yes, IT HAS BEEN USED ON ME NOW, AND STILL IS BEING USED AGAINST ME RIGHT TO THIS PRESENT FUCKING SECOND, by this sick ass monstrous disease; for more than three dozen goddamn years now, YO BRAH! Notice how the DJIA stock market corresponds endlessly for four rock chucking decades, to this hell they put me through, and it never stops, and living in ducking Florida means absolutely nothing. They have trapped me in some outlandish bizarre time warp of PURE PLUCKING STUNT HELL, and you all know this out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My favorite trucking hack is on me today big time, the SPACE-BAR horse slit hack, oh lovely Mizz Hill. They are able to hack my mind directly as well as this computer or any machine, and there 'ain’t beans' I can do about it, Uncle Stuart and Pink Goddess. Talk about endless proofs, you all know I have listed a beyond HUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders grouping of mind boggling wild junk, since my project started up here last ducking September. I am being hacked right now, and may have to pull out my flash drive and put it into another machine here, as it is freezing up when I am trying to save the document every few sentences. The library says the computers are showing their age, but we all know that the MISOE does not like it when I expose their hell on me with this parallel event nightmare and this is when this ducking knit all started up, right folks? It has gone back to normal, as exposing this slit is always the correct thing for me to do. Persecution on me this year has been beyond mother trucking intense and hellish this year so far, and pretty soon; I will have someone do something that will increase traffic to this blog by a factor of ten thousand percent, bringing annual hits to over three-mill. This is not a joke or an empty threat. For right now, let me tell you some beyond HUUUUUGE mother ducking bull knit folks, since they have made my life an endless living hell all week and weekend, all month and so yes, all year; and using both ICPE-APE-TECH as well as MAP-TECH against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am on another machine now and got some help from staff, as someone is making MY LIFE A MOTHER GAFRUCKING LIVING HELL. I know, just as did Arthur Crane, back at Thomson Consumer Electronics in 1992, that “I am imagining very little if any of this”, an exact quote from a man who told me that NSA is doing all of these things to me, but who is NSA, and what are the RO’s, Tommy Krassle boy of 1969? As spoken by me B-4 recently on prior blogs, the Registered Operatives, or many of them are in truth T-3-E’s. When I talked about the Exploratron, and exploratronic activity as well as their society called the 'ESS', back at the start of this project just over 17 YEARS AGO in 2006; this is when they felt it urgent to stop me in a way that I had no power to stop. They used TIME TRAVEL. Professor Kaku sir, I know perfectly well that we cannot travel physically, but I also know that we can do it spiritually, and the BIBLE is filled with information on this subject; and an unmissable pattern is all through the old religion system, where it says over and over how things were DONE, so as to FULFILL a certain prophecy. Once you get onto what is really happening, this is when things in my life for one example, begin to ducking clear up real goddamn fast, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If these secret agencies were not all long taken over by these registered operatives; there is no way that all of this slit could be happening around me, as it has been all these goddamn trucking years now, people. At first when I spoke of 'exploratronics' on these blogs back in 2006, I was the only one using the word and I know it because I GOOGLE'd it up later on, after Eddie H-L showed me how to do that. I was the only one out on the net with this, the GOOGLE took me right to the BOM and no other place. Now I have completely vanished and now I’ve made to appear as some liar when I make this claim. I do not lie here. They were able to go back, spiritually, in time, and bring many other things and realities into this and using that word, and then with the ranking system that is based on quantity of traffic, they were able to direct millions to their sites and so I vanished away with my tiny few views. We all know this is how the internet system operates, so don’t bother to try and tell me otherwise, as I know. I know that you know this too. We can get back to this and we will, but for now; notice how R-O is pronounced like ROW, or even ROWE, as in 1969 musician artist Tommy. What I have yet to discuss on this 17-year blog project called the BOM, is how one of Tommy Rowe’s songs fits into that incredible spiritual experience, or the (incredible dreaming interaction) that I experienced back in middle December of 1969, while residing at the Dellway Arms Apartments where SSJKK-Pink Goddess took the chain from me. Not only has noise and areal harassment been off the scale bad for me this month and year, but I SUFFERED WITH ANOTHER MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT ON ME, FCC. Last week, I was under an off the dials assault with a 4-straight day MISOE ASSAULT-SIEGE and the 4^th day of it began at 7 in the moUUUUUUrning, and went on most of the day; and then later, my 'ROKU' system was plucked with illegally again. This is the 2^nd time now, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, and both times, the assault is done as follows. It starts to freeze and run slower and slower when I try to do anything at all, and then finally; it just won’t work at ducking stunt all. It is not the remote or the batteries, as when this slit stops, it is as though nothing ever was wrong, and during the attack, I always change to brand new batteries straight out of the box, but no plucking dice, Julia White or Julian black. Not even goddesses Pink for that matter, oh wonderful world. Yes this was all back on Thursday, and Friday was bad but a wee bit better; and then the ROKU acted up again, so I am mailing my new complaint-letter to the FCC about this ILLEGAL-ROKU-TV-ASSAULT by MISOE! I am recently getting mild heart assaults along with the continuous bowel assaults from the evil MISOE HAVANA DEATH WEAPON. There is a powerful connection to the Russia-Ukraine situation and my blog, and anyone can see it who has ever followed it for recent years since Trump got into office, and how those two nations showed up on my blogger-view showing international views based on color brilliance; the darker the more, & and the lighter the less. You know none of this is being made up nor fabricated in any way. The MISOE tries to shut all of this up, but they cannot do it 100%. During last week’s hellishness on me; we had the other problem in the government with the debt ceiling, as well as the Russian spy ship that was sited off the waters near Hawaii. I am not able to always get the news in a trustworthy way, between not knowing enough about how to work all of the features of the ROKU-TV system, and the way it does not offer actual TV-channels, ever, at least I cannot access any real channels. I plan to go back to cable television, and would suggest that for anyone who is able to afford it. I am very poor, and am living very dirt poor; and trying to save and survive. So I cannot always get proper news reports, I simply am not that smart, as so many others are in this brother shmucking digital goddang age. This is not my age, & I didn’t trucking grow up in these times; and I hate this goddang plucking total shkit, and always goddog mother trucking will, YO YO YO YO!!!! By the way I made lots of errors, PBHE’s, and as I think of them, I will correct and amend on present blogs. I said my mental age as Kane was 8. I of course meant to type in 11. All the magic is in dividing it all by 8. You C, the reason is simpler than a lollypop melting in a hot car on a dashboard in the July sunshine. The oldest person on record died at age 969, the great Methuselah. It is recorded in the great Old Testament Bible Scriptures for anyone out here to read and see for themselves. Divide 969 by 8 and we get the oldest few on record today who died, at age 121 years. It is precise, and right down to the penny. This is what I base on the 'beget-times' and generations and all of it. When I received my 14 MK Dogtown sentence that was in my song lyrics of 2007 on my revised LOIS FOCA song originally done in 1981 with Tom Glenn’s fantastic guitar at my 1802 Robin Hill apartment in Voorhees, New Jersey, USAESMWG, a 'minnina-kalpa' (MK) is rounded off to 889 years, as astrally, Kalpa is 8 million, and minnina means one ^9,000th of something, and so that period was my sentence when all was said and done. I did not have to do it all because there is a sentence-reducing-wheel or ‘SRW’ that only Pink goddess SSJKK is allowed to spin, that is right at the gates of Dogtown, underneath a large area where the Head of the Guard Force is stationed, and this HUUUUUUUGE dog that is like a horse sized Pit-bull Dog of today, and is the Chief of Security, and who has a mortal world name that was even mentioned in that great 60’s TV-soap show, “Dark Shadows”, by Mister Barnabas Collins on one particular occasion. But that SRW is a wheel that has the same numbers on it three times in thirds of its arc area, and SSJKK spun it, and reduced my Dogtown sentence by the same amount of mortal world time that matched the time from then to the time of this blog project’s beginning. Numbers 1-14 appear three times over in perfect order on this great gigantic wheel. SSJKK spun the highest number, one of the ‘14’ numbers. This was needed along with what on mortal situations could be thought of as TIME-SERVED, to allow my immediate release. But I am not allowed 2-B turned back from DOG into mortal form in the Purgatory, until the actual sentence runs out. Again, since no time is in Purgatory, this is a similar truth to how much mortal world time on average based on any or all possible type of interactions good or bad, that we can experience, would feel like 889 years, and this is one MK or minnina-kalpa. There is too much to get into, and it would take a century to type in the full details to much of these things. We will come back to many of these things.

Right now, let me get onto the topic of how seemingly my daughter wanted to have a lot of stuff that I promise you all, Mister Mike Gutherman would in no way wish to have any part of. I speak of my old landlord back in the great plucking bicentennial year of 1976, as well as the final months in 1975 as well, when I resided across from the Stratford, New Jersey Kennedy Hospital in Greenblatt’s slithole apartment system, on the second story above a long row of L-shaped doctor and medical offices, always medical stuff, and another unmissable, as well as inescapable parallel, for the Mountainpen; huh BRAHHHHHHHHH?????????? Still, how did Mister MG manage as a homeless person living in his truck, to successfully look me up and find me in the space of three months give or take a month, after I had left there to move into a neighboring town called Clementon, at the Carriage Lamp Apartments, and later to become the New York Apartments, and a wild connection of SAFET bullslit, that is beyond outlandishly unbelievable? I tried to find the great SARAH of Atlantic City, and I was not homeless, but rather, was a resident of a home that I owned, and that in today’s market value, would be well over a quarter million dollars. I had total unsecured credit of well over half that much in addition along with a paid for new automobile; and yet I was unable to do shkit-doodles-squared, to locate Sarah of Atlantic City. How did this homeless man find me in a couple of lousy months? Still, I had given him a lot of my personal junk that I did not wish to lug with me to my move from the old place to the CL Apartments. So there are several mysteries involved in all of this that will be explored as time moves onward, folks. For right now I wish to discuss how my giving him some personal things altered his life instantly from having a lovely apartment with magical stairs going from a second to a third level, something nobody anywhere has, except for the one in my daughter's wild movie, taking place in Harlem, in 2009, and copied the numerously times blogged STAIR-CHASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pink Goddess knows fully well that this is not being made up. But let us get on other things about this and HER. When we exist here, we all, and yes all of us, in various ways and degrees and amounts, have a sort of dream image connection in our lives, that of our waking-self-reality and then those other parts of our self. Nobody in this dark age time understands it, and so just merely discussing it seriously makes us a crack pot, and that is simply ‘the way the story goes’ with this; huh Mister Neilson, sir. Still, my daughter wanted Midge the dog, and without the karate kicking bugs in Cifaloglio garages Sir Horse Bill, she wanted the open reel recorder, and yes, in our non-waking world, she and hubby or X-hubby, wanted the time box. Now without any roof dogs howling away in Atlantic City over the building called 10-SC Avenue Arcade, where WAYV-FM Radio used to play from in 1997, we all have heard her great hit songs about this, as well as traveling back, so now tell me peeps; am I lying? Am I making this all up? Am I land owning lovely big-O??????????????? So what is all this goddamn “McFly” crap all about, for crissing out loud? Here we go again, more ducking computer hacking and SAVE-HACK woe-whiz-me’s. Well, Pink Goddess is pissed off at me, huh world???????? But there is so much incredible mind boggling trucking shkit happening here, that I could type for years and not barely say knit. I can prove to everyone who is willing 2-B open minded, that every claim made in these 17 years of blogs known as the 'BOM', is all 100% true, real, and totally trucking accurate. I have no reason to lie. I only want my story to come out, because someone out there is directly responsible for the total ruination and destruction of my entire ducking life. If this happened to me, then it can happen to any of you theoretically. I may not know just exactly who this is or who they are so that I could give names in a court of law, but I could legally state that I have made an honest attempt to get to the bottom of my unspeakable plucking nightmare of four solid damn decades now, without success; and that I will not quit until they manage to put me six feet below the smother trucking dirt!!!!! Another powerful proof to the switching, Professor Michio Kaku kind sir, beyond what I told you so far in last year’s blogs; is the recent re-spelling of my 1999 girlfriend’s name, Mizz Helen Zabriskie. Now I never had that word respelled when I typed it in; not on any computer’s spell-check Word-Program system. NEVER! I do not make this up. Maybe, just maybe it has to do with spelling the beginning of the name, ‘Z-A’ as opposed to ‘Z-E’, I will leave that as a more plausible possibility, but I refuse to rule out the equally possible ‘switching’ possibility, professor, sir.

Today is officially SUPER DUCKING STUNT BOTBAR. The computer is crashing over and over, and I will be going to another third computer soon. The library says that something is wrong, and these systems are old, so all I can do is keep going here. I lost the part where I began discussing that if you have a personal audio or video library, you are able to randomly select anything and it will absolutely pertain to what is happening at that exact time and day of your life. Many, as I once did, believe that peeps are directly on some human level, trucking with us when we turn something from the radio or television on, and we just were talking about that same thing or it just happened to us while we were out on an errand, or whatever. It is not someone out there flucking with us, but we are being trucked with. It is all the same frucking slit as Einstein’s “SPOOKY-FORCES”, and he merely used that term because at those times, both he and the scientific community were clueless to many of the now known and accepted truths in the worlds of astrophysics and the behaviors of many subatomic energies. All things in the world of the micro-small actually are connected together. This is not some paranoia, this is scientific fact. I may have to quit for today soon, and come back later, as it has never been this bad. I have a plucking total weirdo screwing with me on top of this hacking, and most likely he is doing it, and is one of the mother frucking ESS-operatives. Today is doing me a major favor, as miserable as the ducking stunt 'MISOE' is making me here. It is time to call the Geek guy up, and have my home system connected up so that this library can be a thing of the mother ducking past for me. My paranoia is through the rock chucking roof right now, and this is now my fifth flumucking bunt major-super botbar day for this 2023 year, as well as the month of January.

Let me now talk about Tommy Rowe and his great song from 1969, called “Jam Up and Jelly Tight”. This is connected up totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-hyper-time with the Sarah Krassle December of 1969 dream experience that I had with the great Henningsen motor-cycle chain. The very night B-4 going off to sleep and having that wild incredible interaction with SARAH KRASSLE, I randomly had my little radio on, and a Philadelphia station playing on it; and I had never heard it B-4, and it was this song by Tommy Rowe. Later on, I found out that the flip side of the 45-RPM record contained his song called “Dizzy”. But the main side was his 1969 hit single, and this took place right shortly B-4 my day had ended, and if memory is serving me at all correctly after over half a century; this took place within a half hour following watching a great show on television called “Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates”. The exact reason that this connection exists is not presently known to me nor was it ever, not beyond simply being totally aware that ever since that following day after the experience, and after the jet vapor trail of the triple lined ‘X’ (ASTERISK CHEMTRAIL), that I would play the song over and over, since while the radio was on the night B-4 the dream, I also had my little portable cassette tape recorder on, and recorded it from the radio. It was a tinny little poor quality recording, but in those times, I didn’t know the difference between that and a really great sound. But I do remember that I would play that song over and over again, and every single time it played; I could do nothing other than think about Sarah Krassle, and how incredibly awesome and beautiful she was. I remember one other strange part to that story, and I already know that many will refuse to believe I am telling you the truth, as things just don’t happen like this, or do they? Whenever I’d play the song for the entire winter season and even throughout the spring time in 1970 and think of Sarah Krassle, I also got a weird picture in my mind about how the area there in Atlantic City would appear in a much larger or maybe a better word is ‘glorified’, scene, and my mind would begin seeing the entire Tennessee Avenue from the boardwalk all the way down for two blocks to Atlantic Avenue, as one giant structure, which in my mind was the Trinidad Hotel. This one structure was the entire block from 10-SC Avenue, to the area that resembles an alley way half way between to the next block over to the north, and at the far north-west corner was a gigantic parking lot system that I never even saw in those times and days that resemble those today in Atlantic City, that go up ten levels at some of the casino’s in town. Back in 1970 however, none of this was there, and also, I had not ever even seen anything resembling a high-rise parking lot system, other than one nearby where I lived in Philly half a decade earlier, while I was living at 2041 Chestnut Street, Apartment 24-A, as an 8 and 9 year old boy. This same structure, in a wild dream up in 1997, and 27 years later on; was a perfectly identical match. I saw in my waking mind, a vision in the beginning of 1970, one that matched a dream that I would later have just over 27 years in the future, when I was in my forties. In this incredible plucking dream, someone killed the car, and just as someone in waking life had done to my SATURN CAR, at Turnersville, NJ-USA’s Pathmark Shopping Center in 1996. A policeman came along in that dream, and I was with my mother; and just as I was in waking life during an earlier day of terror. I then said to the policeman that my mom and I need help and that someone had broken our car. Then this officer in my nightmare replied back to me in a mocking and jeering voice, “Yeah sure, I’ll help you, WHEN YOU’RE DEAD”!!!!!!!!!! But the point is not the nightmare that I literally awoke from in a cold sweat back in the Somerdale death house; but it's that I saw in a mind-vision at age fifteen, the future place in some alternate reality where my mom and I suffered a similar car-assault, as was done to us in waking life with the Saturn car, at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center by that Indian man who terror-threatened to murder the both of us, on that horrendous day of August 2^nd, in the year of plucking stunt 1996!!! That same nightmare was all a part of the wild dream where I was with that gorgeous Spanish girl who was either my business partner or my wife, and we both were residing in room #323 at this Trinidad place, that was literally 100 times larger than here in this waking world. Mind boggling connections exist in all of this Atlantic City slit, and it would take a year of steady non-stop typing, to tell a small fraction of all of it, as well as its many meanings. One thing I do know and that is that enemies can do things that no human explanations exist for how they are done. My computer hacks right here today prove this same thing. In cars, the hacks are even greater. I call it a magical circuit when it is in a car, but it is merely a 'word choice' on my part, and you may wish to label it in your own type of preferred verbiage. Still, I know that Merry said in a dream, “We have your shoebox now McFly”. My name is not McFly, and Merry knows that only too well. I know some could argue, gee-whiz, aren’t you the one that says in parallel worlds, all various things are indeed possible, so maybe then couldn’t your name really be McFly there? Hey, sure, whatever Congressman Greatvoice. It could, but I think all odds are that Idabin aware of that. It is plain 2-C-U can take anything, and make anything B anything; but anyone who ever watched me play games in a casino will tell you, ‘Mark plays the odds, and the best odds. He ain’t looking for the big payout long-shot bets’. Merry knew ‘Perfectly-Pennock’ well, that my name wasn’t McFly, for crissake, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pearl Harbor Day of 12-07-1996 led up to McGuire day of 02-07-1997 two months later, Most remember from previous blogs back while I blogged from Jersey both B4 the kidnapping by the KINGS while living at the magical MMM Jenny Park, as well as the two homes of Hammonton-Berryville; where I told all about the phone booth at McGuire’s bar and how he and Sarah Callio magically made me forget the CALLIO-NAME immediately upon walking out of the bar on 10-SC Avenue there, as well as what happened to the phone booth used in the bar to phone Sarah, and talk to her for a few minutes, at her great water company, that bought the very same house that I was sexually molested and abused in as a fifteen year old, on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey-USAESMWG, somehow magically breaking it, and putting it out of commission for at least a week; according to the phone company, and if this shkit was even a legitimate reality, as I trust absolutely no one, or nothing that’s happening to me; inside of this plucking stunt nightmare hell, BRRRRRRR!!!! Still it was PH day of 12-96 that brought me down 2 Tennessee Avenue, and to MCG’s joint there, 2 begin with folks. Two months later was when I actually went into there. Two hours or so after waking from the I-CHING trip, or ‘whatever’, oh great Congressman pal from 1975 Bob; my mom and I drove down to Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and we never went into the bar, only 2 the Trinidad to talk to Taren and Reika Gandhi. Shortly after all of this poking around on my part, oh Pete and Bob, another Bob, and more heroes from SAGA-MUD songwriter-days of Atco; I was getting nowhere in my smother trucking search to find teen goddess Sarah Krassle, and my wild incredible quest to locate her was taking me beyond insanity, since unlike landlord Mike Gutherman, the great illustrious motel chain called the SUPER 8, bought this place. So my mom and I went into the Trinidad and spoke to the owners there, and got nowhere; and it was two months later that while driving around the area, I decided on a wild whim to check out McG’s place, and when I went in; he was so hostile with me for no good reason, that you could cut it with a dull trucking runt butter knife! The only lead given me on PH Day back in 1996 by the Gandhi’s, was the name of Bassler. This is when I managed to look up at the City Hall in town, later on in 1997, the great lovely Mizz Estelle Andersen Bassler of Ormond Beach, Flower-Land AKA Florida-USA. Remember how I told you that in some alternate parallel world reality, I have been to this general area, and even though seeing it 4 the very first time on my trip in oh-9 to Florida, I instantly remembered it from a series of past recurring dreams. This is right there at Misses Bassler’s winter home. During the summer season when I was a youth, she would operate her Bolivar Hotel there, and eventually sold it to lovely Mizz Sara J. Karge. Mizz Karge didn’t spell her name with the ‘H’, and so that is not a typo. 5,600 words exactly now, and I’ve naught yet said anything today and I am ALREADY SUPER FUCKING CUNT TOTAL MAJOR HYPER-TIME BOTBAR, YO BRO!!! At a later time, I’ll open up the story of songs and movies and the entertainment world’s sick connections into all of this hellish story. We have the Alannis Morrisette God-Goddess-movie, the song of requesting me give all this information about Pink Goddess, the story of the mayor of Berlin’s kid and his garbage studio in town at the Jackson Road intersection with route South #73, in 1996, shortly after my May 12, 1996 written sonnet-song “SARAH” from Earth, and not the Canopious planet, MISTER GENE RODDENBERRY OH SIR, of all great pink goddess Gary Mitchell Star Treks, all over the universe; and the list to things that all pertain to this '1969-TMMB' entire story here, is endless. Forget about the less consequential bullshkit of 401’s, Virginia’s, Santa Claus’s, stock market retirement investment plans, or even incredible Christmas angels and dream prophecies; we are always left with the most magical city in New Jersey and maybe even in the entire goddamn country and world, EGG HARBOR CITY. There is nothing like it since it contains the great Mizz Leticia Tilley and the entire Tilley clan, and right there across the little street that connects the railroad tracks with the Julia Horse Pike, the incredible twin cupcakes transdimensional INCOLLINGO GROCERY STORE, that this entire blog endlessly keeps coming back 2 here, me’ great wonderful peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another great STAR TREK episode from the original 60’s versions, is the one with Kirk’s old Academy Professor and Star Fleet Historian John Gill. When we take that wild and wonderful episode in league with what Sir SWAP and his pals from Dark-Net lands have discussed, and told me of long ago, and that I blogged about on my 2020 sporadic blogs; we cannot miss seeing a lot of powerful knit with the 'D'-copy' stuff, and the great dice game played for Jesus’s bloody robe, hell; they even made a goddamn great movie out of it with gorgeous Mizz Jean Simmons playing the part of beautiful Diana. But talk about taking slit to a higher mother ducking level folks, where do we get off the train here???? This has unlimited items up 4 discussion. If some flick in some lab did play around with DNA from that thing, and we do have a “D-copy”, then numerous multiplexed possibilities begin surfacing here 4 realizing why I’m going through all of these things. I have seen enough knit to know that a lot of slit we C on the SYFY, is not really SYFY anymore. Discussing 2 many details here could indeed get me mother fucking killed and murdered, and yes, TODAY!!!! LIKE W-O-WOW-W-O-WOW-W-O-WOW, Mister Macy and pals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEE”, Arthur Crane and Chester-Frank. And AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA Mister McNulty. OH SIR. The man said that I write DEVIL MUSIC; this grassmole dude at that Berlin Studio. The guy was beyond a trucking pig. He was a moron. Anyone can go and listen to 'SARAH' the song, as it is in my name in the great United States Copyright © Office. Go and listen, and tell me how it is “devil music”? What force was so intensely insistent in keeping me from learning about my SARAH back in those middle goddamn nineties???????? Some force was beyond powerful and it wanted to shut me down and was ready to kill me, my mother, my best pal Mister Roth, and the entire universe if necessary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, for any of the Alannis Morrisette fans out there, and fans of my daughter as well; maybe I know a bit more, and maybe you do; but am I WROOOOOOOONG here when I draw another pink parallel here, with the 'completing circuit' being the kidnapping of me under 'Stockholm Syndrome' with those ever frightening illustrious King Cousins, and then taking what really happened, instead of the bullshkit version that seems to just glitter? I mean that old truck literally had her, in the same way the King’s had me; and many of you know this, so let’s quit all the shullbit, shall we? Come on lovely Mizz Morrisette!!!!!!!!! There indeed R lots of powerful truths in that wild movie and yes I did say it B-4 many times, and I shall reiterate it right now. The Entertainment Industry has astral plane knowledge, because they LITERALLY R THE 'BRIGGBASE', or LAMBRIGGER CULT; or a part of faction of them that meet here while human and 'dream-gating'. Am I naught right, Sir Carlos Castaneda oh great and marvelous SIR????????????????????????????

Holy Holly Hollister for crying out loud. My mom would go thermo-nuclear back in 1802, and those days in the very early eighties when I would keep calling Patty, Patty Hollister. She had a real short fuse for reasons only known by her. She would mention something about her and then I would correct her, and repeat the name of HOLLISTER; and she would flip out, and so I would begin to make her crazy or as they would word it today in these new times, I would really push her buttons. But my mom and her buttons had reasons. We all have reasons why we are so goddamn sensitive to things, and the largest reason for most of us is when we don’t want someone to get onto something that is being covered up by them so as to prevent you from learning or understanding something. So why did both Patty herself and my mother conspire to keep my daughter from me? I’ve given a few good reasons but never talked about something that Mister SWAP said a long while back after we had only known each other for about half a year. I won’t be tackling this today other than for a quick opening. You heard me say my immature nature was one reason but think about it, would someone deny a person knowledge of their own damn daughter just because of that, for crissake? The answer pretty much should be no. But he has a really good idea for why this was all done to me, and if he is right, I would have to unlearn a lot of flucking shkit, and then be willing to relearn major new slit about my entire family. We can go here later on Mister Rockford Filespunch, oh Sir. Still, 1969, the holy-holly non-Hollister song, the whole damn smack, what is it truly all about, and can we even dream somehow someday of getting 2 the bottom of all of the YYYYYYY’s??????? So how can we ignore Sir 1969 Russ Thaxton, and his connections with the great “L&O”-TV-show Detective Olivia Benson and her father Joe Hollister, along with this stuff, Mister Car Salesman Gagnus of Philadelphia? None of that trucking shullbit, Bob Gagnus Sir. Then all these ducking dang death siege parallel events that never ever quit, as in James Tiberius Burr, and his great 1976 Bicentennial year ‘CONTINUE SYNDROME’ of endlessness, for eating hot knit, and crying out louder than Dogtown. We have the pre-Gulf Wars military operations known as the Dark Shadows/Donna Summer initials, both of them, not even allowing a small doubt of ‘coincidentalness’ here, called DESERT SHIELD followed shortly thereafter by DESERT STORM. More recently we have the McCarthy vote. Then even more recently we just had the debt ceiling problems and wo-whiz-me’s. How can anyone out here tell me with a straight plucking poker face, that I am imagining all of this for 40 years, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHHH!!! It is 02:00 now and my blog word count shows 6,847 words, and I’ve told you nothing yet, so let’s get to it peeps!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA-BIT Metsker and Fwuuuud! Nine million divided by eight thousand equals a rounded off 889. This is the approximate number of years of a minnina-kalpa of astral interaction. This is an average based on the way interactions may cause time to feel if back on a mortal plane of physical existence. Astrally, it is one and the same thing. We think it, and it is. That is just the way the purgatory is, and yes, it is not some instantaneous causing of effects to then go on and happen. It is the same thing. In energy, the thinking itself SIMPLY IS THE REALITY. So averaging all possible type of events and one MK is what 889 years of ‘averaged all-possibilities’ of things in human life, feels like to us. My original 14-MK sentence shows the age that I died as Kane by applying these mathematical THINGS IN ORDER, AND EVEN THOUGH THERE IS IN TRUTH, NO ORDER, 13,200 minus 89 years is 13,111 at the time of my jealous rage fit and the murder of me’ brother Abel. 14 MK = 889.14 = 12,446 years, so then 12,446 minus 13,111 equals 665 years. 665 plus 89 equals 754 years. I died as Kane at the age of 754, in the ‘Biblical Nodian’ territories. So to keep with the verbiage of those times, I fell asleep with my fathers at the age of 754 years, roughly at age 94 and one quarter years when converted into today’s modern day lifetime spans and the division of eight. 94 and one quarter years was the precise length of life that Sara J. Karge lived, born in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG on July 18^th of 1896, and died wherever she did, in early October of 1990. Another coincidence that I find 2-B a real “Raspberry Dreams” deal, kind of impossible 2 ignore in other words, YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just how exactly did all of this happen, and for that matter since it is quite all connected here in round about ways; how do anyone of us end up getting on the SHAGPEL LIST? This is a pronunciation of SHAdow Government Persecution List, by the way. Well, we all have heard of the alien-contact thing where it is either of the first kind, or the second kind, or the third kind, and so forth. I of course am at what they would refer to and think of as the first, since they know fully well that LIGHTNING, an alien being to say the least, and we live together and we always have and always will, in the great Purgatory, in the Ricktown manor on Astral Highway #9910 in Ricktown in the capitol province of Olympia. Actually we do not live, we EXIST. It simply is, and until and unless enlightened to real truth while in physical form, this makes no sense at all 2U. But the main way to get on the SHAGPEL is simply through no fault of your own, at least in most cases folks. If you are made contact with, that’s it, to quote lovely Cooley Hall Amy-Louise C here, me’ ole’ classmate from the very early 1970’s, “It’s curtains closing the show time”! My fruyucking computer just crashed again. This is now the third time between two computers here today, and the persecution on me is the talk of the entire library here, so this slit is getting exposed, and this problem is going to be told to the IT techies here soon, by library staff. They know something is wrong, and don’t know what to trucking runt do about it, other than get the techies on it. Still, look at what I was typing and discussing when it happened again. It was the shadow government, and what they do to peeps like me, and then POW-POOF, out it goes!!!!!! This is what the lady just said as she saw my 'SHAGPEL' in big bright bold red letters on my blog ,when I got the program back, as it is saved onto the flash drive system. I have not been this frucking persecuted EVER, IN ALL THE TIME I HAVE BLOGGED HERE NOW SINCE RUNT SLAPPING SEPTEMBER, OF LAST BROTHER FRACKING YEAR!!!!!!!!!!! Time 4 a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE counterstrike, a lot of peeps are gonna’ be buying the farm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The world may come to an end very trucking runt soon if this knit is not stopped, so be warned, and be braced folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes the SHAGPEL is real, and you can see the hell that I am goddess dern going through today here at the library, as it is unrivaled on any other previous plucking stunt time here. This is why they tried to hassle me earlier with the SAVE shkit, not letting it save to the drive without long waits. All computers here are effected, and the staff tells me that it is impossible for a hacker to do it, only one guy says to me, impossible by any standards that “he understands, but that IT DOES SEEM TO BE HAPPENING 2-U”, and he is correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only TYPE 3 EXPLORATRONS can do these things because a T-3-E is able to be energetically in control of anything, and thus, there is almost nothing they cannot do; and the agencies know this, and they have figured it out, and they know that if anyone ever believed my story, it would cause an instant frucking runt panic, that would wipe out the global economy in minutes; and they are correct. IT FLUCKING BUNT ABSOLUTELY WOULD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO !!!!!!!! This is the same reason 'GOD' is all powerful. Energy or SPIRIT has basically an unlimited way to control or manipulate any and all physical realities. I truly know now what poor Mizz Anita Hill went through, back when she tried to type and use her Word-Programs, and she explained this in a letter to my pal David Roth; and back when I read that letter after he shared it with me, I did not understand any of it then, as this was B-4 my blogging ever began, by at least a half a decade. But she had indeed been placed on the 'SHAGPEL' after her run in with great powers in our government. By the way, Paula King did not rape me 27 years of spaced apart time, it was 29 years, as I got mind hacked by these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS (Halls Fawces), same thing. It was naught Mizz lovely AT&T Blake, 1994, it was in 1996 that she came to Highview, but she did come two years earlier in 1994, when I was living there, and had just first moved into there and had met my pal Sir Art Crane at the Super Walmart Store Shopping Center, and she tried to kill us with her car that day. If I had ten fruyucking blunt bucks for every goddang time that the 'MISOE' has assaulted me one way or another at public shopping centers over the past four decades, I would have an extra thousand smacks in my checking account right now peeps. I am going to go home shortly, and phone the Federal Communications Commission, and complain about the computer hacking here at this library, as well as the hacking being done to me at me’ residence on my fucking cunt ass ROKU-TV system, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ DAMN BRO!!!! Don't bother Mountainpen, as it is the end of 2-2024 now and up here I learned from me' Port Saint Lucie Techy Services peeps at the Walmart Store there, that the library has a filtering program as does any and all public terminals, and when 2 much stuff such as what I write and blog gets said on their system, the system is designed and programmed 2 suddenly just shut down, and OFF. Some free country we have going here, CRAPITOL-HILL-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, when my landlord Mike Gutherman came over to my new apartment to cry on my shoulder, that my stuff jinxed his goddamn life, and it did peeps, I assure you of that. What actually did buck him up I believe, was my Kroton plant. I had it for many years at Dellway Arms Apartments, where I resided, and one day; the lovely awesome and illustrious Patty Hollister told me, as she was teaching me the NEO-HO-CHANT over the phone; that I need to go over to some object in my room, that I plan to keep for years to come; and so I did. I went over to the living room front area by the window and to the plant. She said for me to repeat the chant and I had written down the words and began to chant it. She said to touch one of the leaves and then that night to fix any green vegetable that I could also eat uncooked. She knew all sorts of magical Wicca type stuff. She was another of those wild Silver Ravenwolf types such as that famous witch-author. So that night while biting into a stalk of celery and toughing the leaf of the plant and chanting the chant, I suddenly felt a warm sensation running up my arm. Later on, a lot of spurious things that I never B-4 discussed on any blog happened with this plant. I gave it to Gutherman in the summer of 1976 on moving day, and it wiped out his entire life. He lost his great apartment, his job as resident manager and his gorgeous beyond white hot wife Debbie also left him, all right after giving him that Kroton Plant. There is more to say, and on a better day I will; but this blog is getting wiped out today and so am I, by these sicko diseased smother ducking runt slapping total slobs, the MISOE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When he came to cry on my shoulders, my dad was living there with me, and the place was called the Carriage Lamp Apartments, but shortly after I moved out of there to go to my home on Cressmont Avenue, in Blackwood-NJ-USA, over at the Cherrywood Estates Community; it suddenly and for no good reason that I can ever possibly think of here, was renamed the “NEW YORK APARTMENTS”, but what did any of this have to do with New York, of course for except everything, only back then you see, I was totally and completely ignorant to “everything”, and even still believed a family fairytale that my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had died of a flu shot. Nobody dies of a flu shot; and my aunt was a strong, tall, healthy woman, of barely early sixties in age. She gave me a shot in my left arm for misbehaving in the car at age thirteen, and my arm still hurt two hours later. This lovely powerhouse was murdered IMHO. She did not die of some goddessdog pluckinglass flu shot, YO BRRRRRRR!!! Not buying this for a single danglass seck folks. SO-SAHWEE peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But we are gonna’ frucking end the blog for this day with my tale about Annapolis Avenue in south Atlantic City right there a couple blocks from the great Bassler home B-4 she left to retire to Florida. I was mistaken earlier when I said on the blog that she went to Florida for the winter. She just had her home at 30 South Plaza Place in south Atlantic City. She and her adopted son Sir Chester Perkowski lived there in this magical place, that will not photograph without astral energy interference blobs all around the video or still shot. One day in 1994 while residing at Highview Apartments on Kent Street, in the summer time, I drove down the Julian Horse Pike (Rt. 168) to swim at the beach right there where I used to live as a boy in the Bruce Manor Motel that later on became a laboratory. I drowned and died in the ocean in a rip current, only I was retraced, one of the numerous ten times or so that I died; and later returned here again, Mister Highland Avenue McLeod. When I got back to where my car was parked, it was not the same Saturn car, and it was parked slightly off of where it was B-4 in the other world B-4 the retrace was done, as well. In this new car that still was my car, MY SATURN CAR, lovely Mizz Stephanie Mills, or Miller, or 'whatever' your name was, that lovely comedian girl from those days who seemed to have a bug up her butt, for my stupid car. My point is that I fully know that the same forces who invisibly magically hacked my computer here today at this library, also caused me 2-B right there in that new world after the retrace was done to me. They put a magical time travel circuit into the car that did not affect the car in that way here, but caused nine months later give or take, a wild transdimensional effect 2-B in the car there where I drove back to the 'HTHS' as a fully grown man with a magical shoebox inside of it, known now as a tablet or laptop, lovely Cousin Letty. After all, a tablet fits on a lap even more than a laptop does, right peeps? I will get into many other McFly-Daughter-Egg Harbor stuff, magical schools and potato chip food places and so much more, as more blogs trucking blunt follow; me' great peeps out here!!!!!!!!!!!! It all fits, and my daughter can deny it in all dimensions, as I don’t care. I know what I know, and so we can leave that knit right there 4 ducking stunt today, kind folks, and some, well, naught so kind, Mizz Annoyance-Caller AT&T Blake of 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Talk About the Sixth Dimension and MIND HACKS Which R every Bit as Powerful and Effective as MACHINE HACKS

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I plan 2 make this short, very sweet and simple, and hard hitting true and real 4 any reader of any age and any IQ over 82 or so. No wild big time stuff whatsoever in other words, but I will hit hard with some powerful junk in a very short time.

When posting the prior blog, I was going 2 discuss three things and I will get 2 them, but not directly. 4 those who have not noticed and I think any real followers over years of time now, do know, but 4 those who just R naught getting it, one power house proof 2 not one but 2 powerful things, is as follows. Ever notice how when I really start trying 2 get into powerful stuff, I am interrupted in one way or the other over and over until finally realizing that 4 right then and there and time point, I simply need 2 give up and return at a later time until stopped again. When I do not stop after one annoyance, another one comes, then another, and so forth; and anyone who has not seen this established trend and pattern now on this 18+ YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT is blind and yes, a wee tad bit unintelligent also. Not meant as a cut or anything, but truth needs 2-B told on this blog, quickly and simply, B-4 HALLS FAWCES GET ONTO ME, AND BEGIN THEIR DAMN MANEUVERING OF MULTIPLE TYPES OF HACKS AND PERSECUTION ANNOYANCES, B IT NOISES, MACHINE HACKS, AND EVEN MIND HACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is as simple as THAT folks.

U can start with the blog as far back as the goddessdog 5^th day in October of the year of 2008 and just keep on moving forward, and U shall C this unmistakable dern glass total pattern of agenda and motive driven behavior from my enemies or the SPAMMENIES, the ugly rotten completely demonic WOMO-SPACEFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now while doing my last blog and had posted it up, it hit me like a bolt from the blue that it may B an excellent idea 2 kill the possible internet linking systems from me' pasted in email just in case anyone tried any criminal behavior. When I tried 2 remove the links, the entire blog went into a mode that I only wanted the final part 2 go into, and I had 2 reset stuff on me' dashboard. Still, all of these things lead me 2 what needs 2 get said here concerning some stuff left up in the air, and I feel it my responsibility 2 clarify a few recently posted details of stuff. Some stuff is not on my blogs even after more than 18 years, not just due 2 the fact that I feel it crosses the red lines of the U-I which simply means that if I talk, I could B in all types of trouble and hey, who needs it? I can say a lot without doing that, but there R a few limits. Now if I thought that enough peeps wanted 2 know some of these absolutely advanced things, I might just go ahead and do some light red line cross overs. But unless this were 2 happen, forget it. But I feel that me' L30B does deserve a wee tad bit more explanation as 2 just how I will know when peeps R truly ready, and the answer 4 those who did not even guess closely around it, is as freaking glass follows:

B-4 telling U what it is, please accept me' apology 4 posting up misspelled words and so many errors and then doing correction/amending blogs later on. I do not know how 2 delete a blog after the blogger dot com (BDC) owners made their damn 2020 alterations 2 the old dash-controls. SO SORRY, but I have nobody in my life who knows nor cares about assisting me, and so I must do things the way that I do them, simple as futhermucking THAT peeps!!!!!!!! So Y don't I just C the red error lines and fix them while doing a quick scroll through, some may wonder? Well, speaking of hacking, I do not think that my program is operating the way that it should, now it is old and worn, and anything can B what is actually going down. Still, if I had 2 place a bet that it is either 'yes' or 'no' 2 a question, is there some hack on the spell correction whereby the red error lines show up 10-20 minutes after finishing a document, then my bet is on none other than “YES”, and 4 the simple goddamn reason folks that this program and its spellchecker system is hacked over and over and over throughout the past many yeas that I've had this computer since late in the year of 2010, and as all of me' loyal viewers know only 2 goddessdog well by now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I also will admit that there is a possibility that this is indeed as was just stated, a machine hacking job, and simultaneously it could B simply a TOTAL MIND HACKING JOB, making me just not C these damn squiggly red lines, as hard as it is 2 believe. All peeps have this mental thing where we can B definitely susceptible 2 psychological suggestive stuff that makes us not C something that is right directly in front of our so-called field of vision or said simpler, (our 2 eyes). But on with the point now of how I will know when peeps R ready 4 me 2 do a small and steady red line cross over, or 4 short, 4 me 2 do a small little wee tad bit of a RLCO deal??? It isn't complicated folks, and some have guessed it I'd B willing 2 make a small pikers wager on. Yes, I admit 2 having a gamblers nature, and must always B careful 2 watch it and curb it, especially soon when I plan 2 start me' roulette 4 real money and no longer patronize the MMHC (hypothetical casino) 4 those that forgot what that stands 4, and the MM is my initials of course. Yes, I shall tell U now and it is quite embarrassingly simple as all get the Christ out, and IPYT folks. When some peeps contact me via email or phone as I have posted my 2 phone numbers, and my internet Gmail address several times, and nobody responds, and unless peeps tell me they want 2 hear more, then YO youthful offenders and all other persons out here, simply said here, “FORGET IT THEN”!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Crabgrasshitinnerpants just tried getting at me again, and so even though the glitch witch missed me YO, and youthful offenders in all of the vast FDHS, B them volleyball players or naught, oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mah'm; I am gonna' frikkin' compensate 4 'her almost got me assault' now, with lots of wuvwee number 5's here!!!!

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L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; NO LONGER DO I HAVE ISSUES WITH THE CAP-1 BANK, AS THEY WERE MERELY FOLLOWING STRICT RULES IN PLACE ABOUT HOW CREDIT STUFF IS MANAGED 4 ALL CITIZENS EVERYWHERE, AND BELOW IS ONE EXAMPLE FROM THEIR RECENT E-MAIL 2 ME

Back while I was under my 'Stockholm Kidnapping Situation', or 4 shortened abbreviation, back in 2008 and 2009, my 'SKS'; I blogged and told once coming down here 2 Flowerland-USA and AKA FLORIDA, how my account with the great wonderful C-1 BANK had recently caused me a major total disaster. I needed 2 use some life insurance money that I had recently cashed out from an old 1985 Prudential Insurance Life Policy, with my mom as the beneficiary, and allowing a cash surrender value as well as a maturity date with a much larger sum, should I have been able 2 wait longer and let it cash itself out at the time of maturity; 2-B paid out 2 me in 40 years which would B somewhere around next summer time in 2025, and it would have been around fifty grand then, but I got a little bit over 5 grand in late 2009 when I absolutely needed 2 use it. Well, so I took it and ran as the old expression goes, only with me, it was literal, as I RAN FAST AND FAR AWAY FROM THAT FAMILY OF 1970 WASHCLOTH NIGHTMARES FROM DOGTOWN!!!!!!!! Here is what happened. When I got the life insurance money, and I had a balance on my C-1 VISA CARD if memory is accurate, and if I am wrong then it was a MasterCard account, but it definitely was with the great and awesome CAPITAL 1 BANK, so what I did was 2 cash out the insurance policy, and paid off the credit card bill, thinking that my credit line of 5,000 bucks would remain in tact, since I had never missed a payment with the bank. HOWEVER, credit doesn't operate that simply, and it has literally millions and vaquillions of goddessdog rules and regs 2 it all, as 'most of U adult peeps' out here in 'Cybe-Villa' know about only 2 dern glass well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''SOOOOOO'', quoting me' ole' coworker and pal from 1991 and 1992, Sir Art Crane, from the TCE Plant; as soon as I paid the visa card off or about ten days later, a bill comes showing a remaining balance of 2 hundred and some change dollars, and a credit line adjustment of only 700 smacks, lowering me by 43 hundred smackeroos and after I had almost paid off a gigantic sum of money. The bank did not C things that way of course. Due 2 my kidnapping situation and being constantly and endlessly bilked and nickel'd and dimed out of huge amounts of my tiny little social security and part time job 'pennyanny' pittance monies by this family from HELL; (Dogtown), I was starting 2 make a few late payments 2 some of me' other credit accounts at banks and stores back there in Jersey as 2009 grew later into the closing of the year. I had just began reestablishing me' credit when this horrible washcloth clan from 1970 Ventnor Washcloths of just out beyond the Purgatorial Dogtown Gates grabbed me up and convincing me that I would save money by moving in with them, and against the advice recently given me by a once local area hero-rock star, the great human percolator, Mister Billy Harner, of Pine Hill, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!! He told me one day at his barber shop, just a couple of years earlier from 2008, when this all went down, “Mark stay 2 yourself, don't go living with people”! Goddamn it world, this guy was giving it 2 me straight up, flat out, and arrow shot right; and even the awesome wonderful President Joseph Robinnette Biden, our 46^th President of these fantastic United States of America, couldn't “shoot me straighter than that”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am quoting the guy, oh world, and oh wonderful FBI, so just U ask Mister Joe if I am lying here, y-O!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes me' first frucking goddessdog (y-O-HACK) of the damn day, YO, and yes, I looked that time, and whenever I look, the SPAMMENIES do not try their evil demonic trick with me and the keyboard, or MATK 4 short here, pronouncing this as 'MATT-KAY'' if U wish, as this MATTKAY deal is beyond any possible coincidence and all Q-P out here know it is the truth, from the mighty world renown Professor and resident of NYC, sir Michio Kaku 2 many other associates in his field. So finishing this out, I was late by one month on several of me' other accounts due 2 THAT FAMILY of 1970 WASHCLOTHS all suddenly right there up in my face and robbing me out of my needed monies 4 paying me' smother trucking bills. Rather than my paying out less money as was promised, these stick-flick-Scumholeweeds peeps were bleeding me dryer than Drought River on Amy Cooley Steroids (ACS)!!!!!!!!! Now my credit limit was lowered from 5 grand down 2 only 7 bills, and with a remaining balance of around 240 smacks give or take. So when I ran away 2 Flowerland one week after that bill had come in, I ran up the remaining available credit so that I could get down here and live on it until I could get myself situated, and nearly had me' car repossessed and would have if I had not done a lot of fantastic negotiating with the creditor who then in those times had me' car loan, that later was sold 2 me' TD BANK, and shortly after my account was switched over from Wells Fargo Bank, after this area opened up some branches at TD, as when I first got down here, they still were the COMMERCE BANK, and had not come into the town of Fort Pierce as of yet. When my car loan was fully paid off shortly thereafter, in early middle 2012 somewhere, if memory is serving me correctly; I was able 2 survive without working any longer, since I was in a Public Housing Building that only takes 30 percent of a person's income. But back a couple years earlier from there in me' final days under me' SKS nightmare shkituation living with the KING FAMILY of Egg Harbor and Atlantic City, in NO-JOY-ZEE-USA; and me' credit was becoming ruined because me' needed funds 4 paying me' frucking bills, were being stolen from me by force and threats and major intimidations, done by frightening monster sleaze-girl, Mizz DAWN-MARIE KING. Magnesonic picked this enemy up, who wiped out my entire life totally and completely, and in just over one year from the 'non-1980-Robbie Dupres' night' that I finally had the courage 2 run away into the darkness of night from me' weekend job and down here 2 Florida-USA, and having absolutely nothing directly 2 do with the Dark Shadows TV show form many decades ago from even those days, nor lovely Mizz Kathy Leigh Scott and her one role on the show out of many of them as Mizz Josette Dupres'; but then along comes that endless in my face, James Redfield biblical seek and find expansion technique or SAFET!!!!!!!!! But getting back 2 my credit nightmare that I still am suffering through 2 this very damn glass day, due 2 old debts and the KING caused crapola; when I phoned up the C-1 Bank 2 ask Y my limit was reduced from 5-K-$, down 2 only $700, they said that if I study what I signed when I applied 4 credit with their bank, and this is standard with most banks they also went onto 2 tell me, that they examine my payment history with other lenders and even if I am completely current with the account with them, they can and will reduce credit limits if they find a customer with 2 much delinquency and late payments on other accounts. That is Y my limit was reduced, but I was still so pissed that I used the remainder of the available credit and never repaid it. Now this being 2024 and 14 years after 2010, and my first year here in Florida, following my THAT FAMILY WASHCLOTH 1970 NIGHTMARE FROM HELL (TFW1970NFH) 4 shortened abbreviation here; the credit bureaus don't worry about ancient history when determining credit scores and 4 the most part do not report 2 anybody anything that pertains 2 ancient debts not satisfied, knowing that peeps have major issues and problems in their lives and should naught B eternally flucking penalized 4 having things happen 2 them that R completely out of their futhermucking control, and this is Y when my credit is pulled and checked even on HARD PULLS, nothing shows up from that long ago unless a special investigation is done and 4 the most part, this can only B performed by military and government personnel. No ordinary creditor, landlord, nor prospective employer has access nor a right 2 stuff dating back into a person's history, unless it is 4 reasons that would involve a security situation and 2 check into criminal activity and unless a person is prosecuted 4 a crime, any and all debt and credit action remains on the civil side of the court system. A creditor needs 2 prove FRAUD was committed against them and then when the crime is prosecuted successfully, this is where a much longer statute of limitations can B imposed, all the way into a full twenty goddamn years or so I have been told. But this is part of Y-4 a long while, I didn't like that bank, and now I have 2 accounts with them, the Walmart MC Account, and recently the Quick silver MC Account. I never missed one payment, and pay balances in full without fail. I also do this on all of me' other credit card accounts, 3 stores, and several other bank cards. I get offers all the time 4 other cards but do not wish 2 gamble on the odds of hard pulls, as when I was a damn young adult, they all went off a person's report much quicker, back then I know it was a range of 90-180 days, and pow, it was off your credit report. Now it ranges between one and 2 goddamn years, so SCREW-THAT. I am no longer going 2 apply 4 other cards no matter how many zillions of offers keep coming me' way, YO WORLD ALDARE, YO!!!!!!!! But there is a difference betweeen 'SOFT PULLS' and 'HARD PULLS'. Recently I got an email form this wonderful bank, and hopefully they won't object 2 me pasting in a little bit of information concerning this very subject. So WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-W-O-W-O-W-O-W-O-W-O, and youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-youthful offender-youthful-offender-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO!!!

Soft vs. Hard Credit Checks: What are the Differences?

How to tell which kind of inquiries will affect your credit score.

By Capital One Sep 14, 2021

Capital One

Originally published on March 23, 2018

Article QuickTakes:

WHAT IS A CREDIT PULL?

If you were ever in the market for a new car, home, or any other relatively large purchase, then you’ve probably heard about credit inquiries. They typically occur when an outside party such as a credit card company, bank, or an employer accesses your credit report. There are two kinds of these checks, also referred to as “credit pulls.” Learn about the differences between hard and soft credit checks below.

EXAMPLES OF SOFT CREDIT PULLS VS HARD CREDIT PULLS

A general guide with more examples of hard and soft credit pulls include but are not limited to:

	Hard inquiry	Soft inquiry
Applying for auto loans	YES	NO
Applying for mortgages	YES	NO
Applying for credit cards	YES	NO
Applying for personal loan	YES	NO
Pre-qualifying for auto loans	NO	YES
Insurance quotes	NO	YES
Employer background checks	NO	YES
Checking your credit score	NO	YES

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Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy, Frank Capra, and all wonderful lives everywhere. Billy, a different Billy that is, warned me about these peeps, AND GODDESSDOG IT WORLD, I DID NAUGHT LISTEN, MIZZ AT&T LADY OF THE A-C-BUREAU, OH MAH'M!

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As U know L30B and others reading along as well; 2024 has proven one thing 4 me, this being none other than my problems and issues with this nightmare smother ducking WOMO-SPACEFORCE is forever, and will follow me from the COOLEY HALL 2 the goddessdog worm and maggot factory, six feet below the ground someday soon; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The first week of the year was quiet and beautiful, leading me into a real truly horrendous false sense of flucking security me' BRRRRRRRRRR. POW, the car was tampered with by way of the endlessly reliable since 1990 or so times, the MCFLY MAGICAL DEATH CIRCUIT, and then followed just yesterday with the revealing knowledge of Y me' medical information problem was going down around me, and then the slightly less powerful issue of the Florida Vision Center place ILLEGALLY pretending 2 take MEDICAID and telling insurance companies such as me' UNITED H-C place that they do accept medicaid, and then cleverly get lots of fees and greater monies by getting away with telling peeps all sorts of shkit, such as was done 2 me, so really this year, 3 major things have been done 2 me, and when I say major, I mean that any of them would have made the average human being go practically rock chucking totally bonkers and nutso times ten 2 the exponential mathematical power of twelve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This simple and relatively short paragraph explains the title 2 me' blog. Also over the past 60 days, I managed 2 wipe out the roach colony using powerful small white poison pellets, and now the diseased little frucking things R back starting a couple days ago. Last night I added some brand new pellets 2 hidden places behind stuff like stoves and fridge boxes and living room areas like behind the couch, and hopefully this will stop it again, but only the astral gods know if it will, and everything seems so totally hopeless and pointless and if I wasn't scared 2 plucking death of what would happen 2 me should I commit suicide, I would go and buy a flucking gun in the hood of Fort Pierce later on today and off me'self, just as did the nabe in the other trailer 30 yards away back last summer time somewhere. Speaking of the nabe and general area of me' residence here, this is how the entire year started 4 me with the whole damn smear. It began with that NOISE ASSAULT on me with a firework dynamite explosion right outside my window and my then reporting it 2 the CO-OP OFFICE and things just spiraled frucking downward from that very start of week #2 this miserable rotten Christless Godless year of total DOGTOWN-H---E---L---L!!!!!!!!