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I woke up 2 that annoying new bunch of endlessly outside nabes doing all sorts of maintenance, nasty planes and chemtrails in the sky with the chemtrailing starting last night around Diana's moon, a vely old 1988 and ever thereafter TRUMP-TRICK-PERSECUTION ON THE POOR PITIFUL NON-RON MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, ACLU, WORLD COURT TRIBUNAL AT THE HAGUE; AND ANY OTHER POSSIBLY INTERESTED PARTIES ALDARE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, CONCERNED IN EVEN POSSIBLY THE SMALLEST WEE TAD WHITTLE DAMN GLASS BIT ABOUT ME, AND MY NIGHTMARE ENDLESS 3,000 YEAR OLD HUNTINGTON FAMILY FRUGGIN' CURSE, FROM STRAIGHT BEYOND DOGTOWN'S PURGATORIAL GATES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“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 and ever-so- 'progressive' Mizz 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 5th 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-21st 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 5th 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 03:08 this rotten afternoon, another major 2nd 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's 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 planes 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' 18th B-D on 12-04-1972, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND DYING DECLARATION, GREAT NEW SHERIFF PEARSON OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA!
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******
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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 AND TOTALLY WIPING ME OUT AND OBLITERATING MY LIFE EVER SINCE MARCH 26, 2024 AND CREATING A BRAND NEW SUPER OFF THE DIALS AND SCALES BEAR IN MY LIFE, WITH TODAY THIS 26th DAY OF MARCH IN 2024 BEING FILLED WITH SKY DEATH PERSECUTION, NOISE, ANNOYING NABES FROM DOGTOWN, ENDLESS LIFE HELLISH ISSUES, AND ENDLESS DEATH SIEGES, THAT WOULD DRIVE THE MOST POWERFUL HUMAN BEINGS 2 TOTAL DAMN SUICIDE LONG LONG AGO; ALONG WITH ALL 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.
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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
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I've experimented with this 4 a long time, and it never was Steve from so-called Walgreen's, the made up guy after the other real and true Steve performed powerful mind control hypno suggestive junk on me outside of that mind busting PUBLIX GROCERY STORE NEARLY A DECADE AGO NOW, and this friend of lovely Mizz Hollister was the one who got me 2 use the RANDOMIZED POSTINGS OF FILE NAMES ON ME' OPEN-OFFICE SYSTEM, and in a powerful dreaming interaction right shy of my waking up into more endless nightmares just this very damn rotten glass day folks, he told me 2 randomly select any file in the 2018 blog titles, and here is what I did, and I shall paste it in now and then try editing out any possible cuss words 2 keep the blogger community happy and satisfied of course, YO great folks!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOG 32 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
“GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS” CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Time to talk about several things, kind folks. I'll be discussing the following things: 1) Why the great man in the White House believed what he did that day when he choppered over to Atlantic City, and then wussed out, above the roof of his Plaza Hotel Casino. Why the entire deal with my medical condition went down when it did, and why it still is a very active and ongoing situation. 2) Hoes does a fantastic brand new movie about to be released in Hellyweird all fit into so much, that seems to indicate the same things that I am preaching, that America will be known centuries from now as the land that had forty-five presidents. 3) Why the major three times that I have died since the end of 1985, resulted in my strange resurrections. 4) Also why Paula of Atlantic City, along with her sidekicks, Mister Robert McGuire, and Misses Sarah Callio Martino, all did what they did to me; right down to major criminal activity that includes assault, defamation of character, damage to personal property, and terroristic threats, that were made against both me, along with several others that were trying to assist me, back in the middle nineteen-nineties, in getting to the bottom of why my life was so beyond hellishly miserable, and totally devastated and destroyed. Finally, 5), Just why Mister George Belton came into my life, the gentleman who taught me how to play the casino game of Roulette. The entire dirty mess, and cosmic chess game, that all connected both in and through one hellish inconceivable nightmare, will be explored!
THE WEATHER REPORT FOR MY TOWN, FOLKS, YO!
SEPTEMBER 23, 2018,
SUNDAY MORNING, AT 12:33,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 87%, AND THE
HEAT INDEX IS 87 DEGREES.
WIND IS ENE AT 6, & GUSTING TO 24.
RAINFALL TODAY IS 31 CENTI-INCHES.
Yes, the great DONALD JOHN TRUMP. Everyone from late night comedians, to more serious news media folks, to everyone we meet on the street, friends, foes, politicians, the entire planet; still, and thank the damn Nuclatron, they wonder both silently as well as aloud, “holy heck, just what gives”? You know, thinking to themselves, “Just how did this happen, this total six year old kook-case living at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in 13-DC for cryin' out loud”? Well, if people had paid real serious attention to the Mountainpen and his Morianity, he would not be there. Now, in case the dummies need to know this, HE HAS ABSOLUTELY NO INTENTIONS of ever relinquishing power over his conquered people, US, in the U.S. He will never leave the WHITE HOUSE, and no one will be able to throw him out. It is all being planned, but go ahead, just like those few around me that think I am a nut case, don't listen; just sit there and laugh and scoff. THEY DIDN'T SEE ADOLF HITLER COMING EITHER, back in Germany in the middle of the twentieth century! Just go to the movie that is coming out, and then pay closer attention to these blogs, not that it isn't already, to quote Merry Hollister, “2-LATE”!
I just hope that when 2020 comes and goes, what is left of everything takes a final breath and remembers that MOUNTAINPEN WAS NOT the big New Jersey crackpot! But let's get down to cases, such as 1983 and 1984, and then up in 2008 and 2009, and me, and the big boss! When you have billions of dollars, and handfuls of billionaire pals, and to quote the ex-ADA of Camden County up in Jersey, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, “When you have those kind of big-bizz-buds, there is nothing that they can't do to you, and totally covertly, to make you so miserable that you end up wanting to die”. But he didn't include how they get their FEDS-PALS to listen in on your private telephone conversations, and then use all of what they hear you say, against you. They heard all the things that happened all around me, and they know how many hairs I have on my head. If the Nuclatron thinks that SHE is the only one that knows it all, SHE needs to be introduced to the BILLIONAIRE barons, and their secret clubs, where they secretly tell each other when to short both real estate markets, as well as stock markets, so they can get out and then re-enter, and buy up the same things at much cheaper prices. It is all one huge illegally manipulated system, and all of the poor hard working investors are left holding the bag after working their damn butts off for an entire lifetime. Maybe they get a small taste of profit after thirty or forty years. Wanna' know how much they would get if this was not a TOTALLY RIGGED AND ILLEGAL GAME? I have figured it out. If they came in for example, to the STOCK MARKET with $2,000.00 and put $75.00 per week away into their investment accounts over a period of averaged thirty-five years, they would receive AN ADDITIONAL NINE-MILLION DOLLARS. Instead, maybe, JUST MAYBE, they may get one million $. We all know that this is now a paltry sum in today's over inflated global economy, and that ten megs is a much greater share of the wealth. But this illegal bunch of mother clucking lick biting toilet germs, with their illegally controlled Wall Street Club of the Bohemian Grove, and other super hush-hush clubs; all want the lions share. If we the poor people go to a bank with a goddamn gun, to rob the place; WE GO TO MOTHER trucking prison for decades. BUT THESE SAME CRIMINALS are totally permitted to come into our lives, and steal almost every penny that we bust our runt stewing butt-holes for! It ain't right, it ain't fair; and we need a dang R---l----n!!!!!!!
Boy oh boy, sometimes my temper gets the best of me, and also sometimes, computer keys get stuck, and print hyphen lines, and 'R', 'L' and 'N' letters. WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
I mean it really is beyond a joke. If we spit on the sidewalk in many states, we can BE TAKEN TO JAIL. But be a billionaire super robber and do it right, and you GET THE **** AWAY WITH TOTAL BUTT LICKING MURDER, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But as usual folks, I am major big time digressing here. Back now on point with just why Trump totally wussed out when he choppered over from NYC to Atlantic City, in the early autumn of 2009. His Plaza Hotel team with a casino surveillance video system caught Leticia Tilley at a roulette table, watching me looking at the numbers that were coming out. They sent it to 'the boss' in Manhattan, and he was convinced that I had gone backward into time, and brought my goddamn daughter up from 1984, to the future present time of 2009. Why did he think this, you may wonder? Because he was watching me like a hawk, and saw all of the things that were happening all around me back in those eighties days. Then his genius people already had put 'a lot of two and twos' all together, such as the tape that I sent to the United States © Office, that included the medical conversation. I now know from watching enough times, even the greatest law show ever televised knew about this. People in the entertainment bizz have an ear for things. If I told absolute details, names of shows, precise incidents, etcetera, it would mean my grassmole, so quite naturally, I cannot divulge absolute specifics! Even BonJovi's Engineer told me, that the music track harmony on my 2013 remake song was OK to put on U-Tube without permission, but to be careful on the “REAL INTRO” part that this was made from, and turned into musical vibration, by way of a music-bizz gismo known as a vocoder! Now without getting real specific here, Sir Donald knew long before I did, that 'something huuuuuuuuge was happening'. What he didn't know was known by his powerful-pals, to quote the ADA-Mister Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, again, me' awesome peeps aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So poor little Donald was left up in the air, literally, flying and hovering his powerful bird, over his roof at the Plaza Hotel that day while Ann, Dawn, Leticia, and myself, were playing and watching. I was legal to play but was only there watching the numbers at the wheel. Letty, as her nickname was, was also watching, and Ann and Dawn were donating lots of loot to Trump's one-armed bandits, AKA the Slot-Machines! He was too scared to actually 'come down and land', to quote the great and mighty Misses Estelle Bassler, formerly of South Atlantic City, and later relocated in Ormond Beach, Florida, USA. Now Trump has an uncle John, who is a Nuclear Physicist. I'm quite sure that he filled him with enough knowledge of what would occur if his worries were indeed tangible. If I had actually done what he thought I may have done, and then had driven the King family just a mile over to the bay to the Harrah Casino, however it is spelled, and these two persons made contact by a single touch; 260 pounds of matter and antimatter, turning into pure energy, would most likely not only totally annihilate this entire solar system, but probably the entire Milky Way Galaxy. So he was worried and nervous, and rightfully so. Oh I know what some may be thinking and pondering, those that is who are not just dismissing all of this as the ravings of a deranged lunatic, and that is that I seem to be in with these Kings both in early days of the nineteen-sixties and seventies, and now again in the late part of the first decade of this new century. You would be totally and absolutely correct. I could never get Ann or Dawn to admit that Cousin Paula was the one who directed for all of this to happen, but why would they ever admit something that far out, and totally bizarre????? It's like trying to further scrutinize and examine the day in the early summer time of 1975, when I was beat up in Atlantic City by those two Beach Patrol Lifeguard Mascots. Paula King ordered that one too. She also ordered Bob McGuire to wreck a minimum of three of my automobiles, back up there in Jersey; and also to intimidate and threaten me, and worse. McGuire totally destroyed the car I was driving back when these blogs were new, and I was friends with Eddie Himacane. My website that is now defunct, Morianity dot com, unfortunately; posted a slide-show where Robert McGuire, back in the middle of October of 2006, not only put sand into my tank and blew up my car, but also came to my car with his clenched fist, and the photo shows him at the passenger side of the vehicle, peering in at Eddie, while I was sitting behind the steering wheel. He doesn't own Tennessee Avenue, and neither does that horrible witch Paula King. Just who do these smother ducking toilet germs think that they are, for crissake, YO?????????????
Despite Don Trump and Steve Winn not always being the best of pals, they were business colleagues, as well as on and off pals. I made a little bit of trouble at Winn's Golden Nugget Hotel Casino late in 1983 or early in 1984, around the same time that my medical condition had come upon me. Yes Trump told a reporter that he couldn't give a shkit about Mister Winn's marital problems, but that's ducking grassmole Trump. We all know him by now, as nothing new is going on here, people. So after I had sent a letter to the governor of New Jersey back in those days, Mister Tom Cain, or however he spells it, regarding being ripped off by five dollars at a Roulette-Table at the G-Nugget Casino; I suppose these rotten dirt bags had reason to not like me all that much. I received a very nice personal reply from the governor, and this most likely added fuel to the fire. I know that these powerful wealthy toilet germs know every single thing about me. That is what the rich and the powerful do. They get into all of our lives so they can screw us and own us, one way or another. You all know this is true, and I am not going to waste a moment of time trying to twist any arms. Still, my contact with that quite mysterious and unfathomably weird medical laboratory or Throat Specialist Office, off of Grant Avenue, and their magical technician, is a story that would be unbelieved no matter who I would ever try and tell it to. After arriving home and eating dinner, I went to bed early that evening, and remember this as clearly as I remember the bite of a junk yard dog, that I received as a teenager, in Oaklyn, New Jersey. I remember that very well because it hurt like DOGTOWN-CUBED! Anyway, I awoke the next morning with one huge part of the previous day totally removed and blocked from my mind. To this day, it is still irretrievable. I only remember leaving, and driving down the Interstate-95, and ending up in some very weird house along that highway, in Philadelphia. There were trailers around the property and the street out beyond the property was cobblestone. That is all I ever remember CONSCIOUSLY. Now consciously verses (dream-time), has been a topic that MORIANITY, as you all know, has its very own and very damn unique viewpoints about, and I make absolutely no bones about that whatsoever! But moving ahead here folks, in dreams, through the years ever since this time early somewhere in 1984, I am back in this place. Through years and years and years, I have learned many things about this place. Most of the people are always completely naked. Many people are both white and black, and also, everyone is young, except for one dude who wears glasses, and is a total oddball. The rooms are all filled with recording studio type amplifier equipment and major powerful audio monitors (speakers). In one of these many many 'DREAMS', I got talking to a dude who is a police officer. He says he knows me, and that the entire police everywhere know me, and have for a very long time. He WILL NOT be more damn specific. This officer has a sergeant who in a few of these 'DREAMS' has come to visit, and yet in other hyperspace interactions, I leave this place, and drive about ten minutes and go visit him at some weird type of police building. Sometimes, I am not young, but old, and in these places where I am old, it is as if time itself has no meaning at all, as if we were all living (existing really) back in the Plankatory. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, this is NOT THE Plankatory. It is a close-in or (LOCAL) area of 5th dimensional hyperspace. In only one of these powerful interactions, Donald Trump came over and was talking to some of the people there about his recent purchase of some land in the city, and he wanted to expand the psychiatric hospital that was there on this property. This was approximately half a year before he had opened up in this waking world universe, his Atlantic City Plaza Hotel Casino, his very first Jersey casino. He did not speak to me but he sat down next to me on this bright orange couch that was made of leather and was somehow colored orange. He was talking about tubes up in the sky, and future travel by way of these weird tubes. One of the residents in this very weird house, was seemingly quite interested in co-investing with Mister Trump, in this property; because he claimed that there was a room there in the hospital, that was filled with these, and I quote this “other worldly Trump”, “magical traveling tubes”! Now as far as all of this being connected to the magical THROAT-SPECIALIST and his magical LAB-TECH ASSISTANT, there are many multiple kickers here in all of this, kind people. Time will simply not permit me to even start rifling through them all, so we will just attack one of them for right now on this damn blog, kind folks. Even though all of this super expensive audio apparatus was all over the house, as well as all throughout several of the nearby trailers that were close to the house; there was a small radio that was cube shaped like those old early sixties one watt transistor radios that only us really old farts like me even know about and remember. But instead of tuning into radio stations that were broadcasting presently, they seemed to be coming from days and even weeks out into the future. Only recently since 2017, last year, did I begin to clearly remember other powerful dreaming interactions with Paula King, down on the Atlantic City Beach, right near her WAYV-FM radio station, where she was insisting that I bring her this very radio. I told her I couldn't get back to that horrible house down near Grant Avenue and Interstate 95 in Philadelphia. She would not take no for an answer however. She always grabs my arm and twists it until I hear the bones break and I drop down onto the beach in absolute intense agony. As you may imagine folks, THERE IS A TON MORE of this horrendous awful ****, but for now, let us trek onward with the other part of this blog!
I have absolutely died about a dozen or more times, but there are three major incidents that need to be re-explored and discussed here; my awesome and great wonderful BLOGAUDIANS! The middle of December of the year 1985 was one of these. Another was the day after Christmas and I believe it was the year of 2005, and it has been discussed back on my original early blogs of those days and times. Then a couple of years later, at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica Township in New Jersey. There is no way that any logic as I know it, would have allowed me to survive any of these touches with death. The one late in 1985, was when I was playing my car stereo a bit too loud while approaching Woodbury, New Jersey's Route 45 intersection. I had the light, but a police cruiser was tearing through the intersection, sirens blazing but I never heard it. Suddenly at the intersection as I crossed it, his eyeballs were one and the same with my eyeballs. Inside my mind I saw a horrible car wreck. Then it was three seconds later, and I was through the damn intersection, and heading to my security job as if nothing had ever happened. Then there was the incident at my security job place called Cifaloglio, at just past five in the damn morning on the day following Christmas of 2005. I had not been feeling well at all. I had shut my eyes for a ten minute cat nap, and suddenly that loud grinding machine that always kicked on with a terrible bang at three minutes past five every morning, came on. My already bad heart exploded inside of my chest, and I goddamn totally died. Suddenly I was not in this world. My blogs tell the details of this event also. I also had no Earthly way of knowing that Frank Callio had recently passed away or would be dying soon or whatever. He was the one who came to me in this experience and told me to deliver those damn flowers to that A&R lady in NYC, along with a cassette tape of my song written around 1999 somewhere, called 'Atlantic Queen'. This is where magical Paula came driving in, who back then, I had believed to be Sarah Callio; and had pulled into the transfer station nearby to where my car was parked. She told me that I should walk over to the warmer side of the place, and when I followed her instructions, I was suddenly in some parallel universe, five months in the future, late that following May of 2006. This is where I spoke to several people about those sporting events, and then found myself at the McDonald's, over near the Atlantic City Airport, on the Black Horse Pike; and I was there with the Mayor, and with Frank Callio, who as I said, had recently died; only I had no way of knowing that. I am not in the loop of any of these people. Finally, there was a major incredible thunderstorm in my area one day in 2007. I may be off by a year, but this is my best recollection. I lived at the number 10 Trailer at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park. Diana was all over me. I always talk to her on my phone and tell her how beautiful each strike is and how much I love her lovely colors she makes for me. But when I call Diana, “Baby Blond”, it makes her like totally nuts, to quote the mother ******* kids. She came right down onto Jenny's porch and I was still holding the receiver of my Verizon Land-line telephone. Suddenly I was in Ricktown Manor back in Plankatory. My giant lovely coil who is 33 feet high, was humming and buzzing and clicking away at me, and she suddenly turned into my lovely long haired tall blond teen queen. She grabbed me and threw me down on our favorite bed at Ricktown Manor, and made beyond freaking passionate love to me. Then she started waving to me, and I could not understand why. She kept waving and waving and then she said, “Good-bye Ricky, I will be with you as you go back to sleep now in your Mark Mohr dreams”. When I am there with her in the unfathomable Plankatory, I am known in my true entity self as Ricktafarius. Anyway I suddenly was holding my receiver telephone and standing back inside my trailer with the door wide open. The storm had just about subsided. But my caller ID Box, and my land-line telephone had been burned to a crisp. But I had no burns on me, not a single mark. Why do I make a big deal out of so many times where I left this world, and came back, you ask me? Well, because most people here don't die over and over and over and over, and never stay mother ******* dead, that's why!
GUESSING THE NAMES OR THE (IDENTITIES) OF THE VISITING TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (GUESTS) may sound a bit 'weedikalass', Mister Elmer Fwudd, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I promise you this, WOMO, MO, and all others concerned. So many things would sound absolutely mother ******* absurd, impossible, and totally ridiculous, just 100, 200, 300 years ago, and believe me people; those amounts of time are an eyelash ******* blink, to the great mountains, and the stars of the sky, and yes; if you were to just go back into time, one or two or three lousy little centuries; and begin speaking to those folks around you, about all of the incredible things that exist in our time, and in our society; from jet airplanes, to moon landings, to global communications and satellites, and internet and social media, and electricity, and electric lights, and machines, and recording live sounds and images and retrieving them at will; and I could go on for an hour and won't, but if you did that; they would ******* hang you as a damn witch, and no one would believe a damn ******* word that you said!!!!!! I pwomise you dat, folks, YO!!!
My mother ******* dirt bag enemies think that I need thousands of dollars for expensive electronic equipment. As that great wonderful hair shampoo commercial would say, or that gorgeous babe in it, back in 1980, “W-R-O-N-G”!!!!! Cheapo junk works just as well, as hyperspace and messing with it, isn't one bit prejudiced against lousy sound quality and other low-budget related absurdities. Sorry to burst your safe-bubble, you bastard ******* rotten super wealthies out there. And I do promise you, as I have all along, “Before you get to me, I'll get to you”!
WOW THAT, DOCTOR JULIA HOFFMAN WHITE!!!!!!!
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ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.
MARK WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN, (THE BOM)
REAL REAL FUNNY, OLD 1971 BUDDY, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY!
BLOGS----OF----MOUNTAINPEN
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY FOR MELLENNIUM 3
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
WOW is it hot today, people. Well, relatively speaking that is, as maybe in freaking Siberia it is not all that hot. Fort Pierce, Florida, USA however; this is Mack Kaiter 1967 absurdly ridiculous.
The computer is running slower than molasses, Mizz Donna Accident Patterson Lalassas, and me ol' mouse is just about all hacked to high heaven! WEEEEEEEEEE! What a wonderful world, as the old song goes.
BLOG 31 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
About Me
MARK WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
(GRANDSON OF GRACE ISABELE HUNTINGTON)
SEPTEMBER 20, 2018,
EARLY THURSDAY EVENING, AT 5:30,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 87 DEGREES FNHT.
DOWN FROM THE HIGH OF 92 DG.- FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 72%, AND THE
HEAT INDEX IS 98 DEGREES.
WIND IS ENE AT 10, AND NO GUSTS.
RAINFALL TODAY IS 0.
I just want to thank my local Sheriff for helping me out today. I had a very uneventful time going over to Vero Beach, to see my Behavior Health Counselor, Miss Jane and not Hathaway from the Beverly Hill Billies! WOW THAT JOANNA, with or without!
Yes we do live in an amazing and quite fascinating world, lads and lassies. Or to put it another way, back on Chapter #122 of the BLOG-BOOK NAMED “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, ONE OF SARAH KRASSLE/PAULA KING'S GREAT GAMES; and yes folks, I indeed do quote myself here, YO,
“No Detective Green sir; they didn't want to lose their dam jobs up there at the GAP US © OFFICE. We know what's being said, sir, and you're one hell of a cool dude, YO!!! Well it's time for me to put my ******* affairs in order and get ready for death. The angel of death, Morty Mortino, is all over me; buzzing from one ear to the other, over and ******* **** over, and over and over again!!!!!!!!!! I need a nice quiet ******* eternity somewhere, only that idea is for fools and babies. We all know that one, allberries, Roddenberry, and Pink Goddess”. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Hold the dam mayo, and listen up, YO:
My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde; but I will tell you that I don't ******* need to talk about what my rotten dam daughter did and all of her family, not to you, to me, or even to Russell out there, wherever he may be, Mister Chester-Frank BluCRANTRAN Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA. They did NOT want me, all things notwithstanding Microsoft Corporation, to BE HYPNOTIZED. YYYYYYYYY??????? Just exactly who out here knew exactly what, all of those goddamn mother ******* rotten ass years? Think about it. I had people almost insane and almost ready to commit ******* homicide over this issue in the nineties, and then when Dock Mark Wolf's Clinic in Moorestown, New Jersey, finally did indeed perform major hypnotherapy on me; my entire life altered, and so did the entire world, and especially in Atlantic City. All went ******* ape **** **** nuts squared. You all know this is true. The FBI knows it, the ******* NSA knows it, and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!
and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!
and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!
and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!
and my Russian pal Mister SNOWED-IN knows it. Hey buddy, I am the one that is all snowed in here. I was hoping you were going to help me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 122
Now before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen”, and I think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, 'Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896'.
Holy mother ******* milf mamas banging hard on top, this is **** chewing ******* absurd; Mister Mack Soapmouth Kaiter, of 1967 and 1968, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes sir/mahm, I sure remember saying this thing a couple years back. To me this was goddamn twenty minutes! Now to the great PINK GODDESS, it has been about a nano-second!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You go girl, fly that kite. Nothing ever changes Sheriff, including the misfeasance of my public servants all over this ugly country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know I am getting mauled and pummeled and clocked 24-7-365.2422, and you won't lift a ******* **** chewing finger to aid me at allberries or BluCRANTRAN situations. I have proven these rotten people have totally wrecked my entire life, and you all sit there with your thumbs stuck up your *** and do nothing at all!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy was I mad that day, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I JUST GOT SCREWED BY JANE WITCHBITCH DIRTWEEDS SLEAZE DISEASE FONDA WITH A DIGITAL REPRESENTATION OF HER FACE ON MY FREAKING PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. ALLOW ME PWEEEEEEEEZE TO COMPENSATE!
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No kind folks, this sure doesn't freaking look like the Jupiter, Florida Lighthouse. WOW THAT, 1979 JOANNA, both of them!!!
Yes folks, I also said some other wild stuff back on that chapter of “GTNOTG” BLOG-BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For example:
Very soon, I am going to throw away every electronic machine in my apartment, including this computer. These are all TOOLS OF SATAN, and I refuse to play HIS SICK TWISTED GAMES.
WOW, ''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! Yeah, Gadfly, I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who needs roadkill and murderers all around us when there are enough tears and fears and jeers lurking all around us and our loved ones? Boy was I mad at the damn world that day, my friends and fiends!!!
I do not ever want to get my beautiful giant coil, or 'Lightning Goddess Diana' mad at me. She is the love of my life, and on the Astral-Plane, she lives with me in Ricktown, Province Olympia, at the Ricktown Manor. We share a wonderful eternity there together, kind world, or maybe, unkind world!
This entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6 year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a real world, and I am going to be rapping all of this up.
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
© MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG, 2006-2018
I can invite the mayor, and the sheriff, and the AG over for dinner any time, and I have nothing to hide, CUZZ DONALD!!!
Of course, Mizz Bondi is NOT INVITED!!!
Yes, mighty Patty-Paula, what a gal. If she hated me so much that night on July the dang twelfth of 1970, at half past ten of the clock at night, on that public bus heading west and inland, from the Atlantic City Bus Terminal on Arkansas Avenue; then why did she give me that incredible LOIS-FOCA experience on the first week of June, ten years later almost to the day, in 1980? Let's talk about 1980, and where I was living when this all was taking place, 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. And yes, let us throw in the present year, you know, right now, two-thousand-eighteen, or 2018. WOW THAT JOANNA! Same damn digits as 1802. This is why this year has to have some mind bending absolutely wild event happen, and one that connects both me and the entire world, just as happened in 1980 at 1802!!!!
Yes there really was, Mizz Virginia Avenue, a Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, you don't give a ****. Well, don't let him or any other rotten prick in this twisted screwy world try fooling you about their connections with me. They DO give a ****. If they didn't, they wouldn't hack me day and night, and hack out my account with numerous things, such as the County Medicaid Office of Florida.
B-U-T, kind folks, it is time for me now to add something in for you about all this.
My fathers razor was talked about in very early blogs, and how while visiting my mother and I back in the middle sixties, in Westmont, New Jersey, his electric shaver in this world, became something entirely different in a dream world that I was in. All I am able to tell, is Shakespeare himself knew about not only Atlantic City and 1965, but he also knew about Sarah's shop on Tennessee Avenue. But without reading his great plays or caring at all about the great classical literature, no one will ever see these powerful and awesome ******* truths. I wonder why this dumbed down world and generation all happened, just like I wonder why all kinds of ******* wacky laws were passed since 1988 regarding PC, and I do not mean computers or any other thing, Mister Bill Mawr. Yes Detective Curtis, we're losing people, but the king of the morning light seemed to be onto all of you. The day at the other KING, AKA Burger King, you crooked ******* stupid phone app rip off people; Ann told me some things that are unbloggable. Well, most of my **** is unbloggable, and just because I dared to blog a lot of it doesn't change that whittle fact, Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know people, all I am doing here is randomly selecting previous blogs in my file, randomly scrolling to any area, and cutting and pasting in the stuff. It all fits, and all is all. No great Spellchecker, not allberries, but I'll let you put it in here if you want to by hitting the ENTER KEY, YO. This last little squib was not WASHINGTON, Mister Spellchecker SIR, BUTTTTT it washington WAS, back on the second day in January of the fifteen year, when I said these great words of Mister Marcucci's marvelous wisdom. So beware all assassins!
Let's not get TOO damn chronological here, sir!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY 2, 2015,
FRIDAY EVENING AT 11:13, JANE WHORE,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S RANGE, (H-77/L-69)
HUMIDITY IS 94%, AND IT FEELS 76 DEGREES.
WINDS ARE NORTH AT 4, GUSTING TO ******* 6.
Travelers are why all the rest of us NOT IN THE DAM 'ESS' have memories that fade out. This is what is behind their seemingly magical power over memory. If they can change ******* **** all around us, then memories change as well. It is really a DUH deal.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!
Yes people, it is 2018, the inversion of 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. And it was in 1980 when Paula King came to me in that wild dreaming experience, and sang her song to me, LOIS FOCA. I had no clue about her owning a radio station someday, if she did then or would later, or as Congressman Rob Andrews said to me quite often when he was just a young boy, “WHATEVER”. When we exclude the NINE and the TWO, it is quite interesting that we are left with either the number '29' or the number '92'. The Morning Light song, that was recorded on the very first day of my renting that apartment at Robin Hill, back on May 1, 1980, has its third and final lyric that goes, “You say 1992 will be, the end of time and the starting of eternity”, and then the chorus goes onto complete the song, with, “But I'm telling you it's gonna' be all right, when you quit acting like you're so up tight. Don't you know that you're out of sight, in the morning light”, and NO, not LIGHTHOUSE, Mister Spellchecker, SIR, WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now while checking this document 4 any bad words so as 2 make edits and corrections, MAJOR NOISE ASSAULTS BEGAN AGAIN AT ABOUT 37 MINUTES PAST MOTHER TRUCKING ONE OF THE CLOCK, ON THIS TOTALLY ROCK CHUCKING FLUCKING GLASS DISAFSTERNOON, YO WORLD!!!!!!!! Those stupid annoying roofers, that were major noisy last year, R BACK HERE 4 WHATEVER REASON, and MAKING ALL KINDS OF RUNT SLAPPING GODDESSDOG RACKET, AND 4 ABSOLUTELY NO LOGICAL REASONS AT ALL WHATSOEVER PEEPS, AND I KNOW THIS IS ALL JUST 2 FLUCK WITH AND ANNOY ME!!!! So U all just keep waiting out there, Mister weerlld. Sooner or later, my magical Magnesonic machine will get its revenge super HUUUUUUUGE-TIME; as there is gonna' B a disaster around this world bigger than anything in the last thousand mother sucking years, and IPYT, all great WOMO and MO folks and anybody else whom may B even a wee tad bit interested in THAT, Mizz Hollister and distant CUZZ, DEEJAY CHUMP!!!!
ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.
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