The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Waking Out of Incredible Rotten Nightmares All Pertaining 2 What Else But POVERTY and Money Woes, Then Followed By Instant BOTBUR, and Other-Life Issues and Problems of Endless Disasters, YO

L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Waking Out of Incredible Rotten Nightmares All Pertaining 2 What Else But POVERTY and Money Woes, Then Followed By Instant BOTBUR, and Other-Life Issues and Problems of Endless Disasters, YO

12:04 AM, Wednesday, April 3, 2024

I went 2 sleep after yet another day of endless WOMO-SPACEFORCE PERSECUTION, MOSTLY WITH MAJOR NOISE AND MAJOR AIR, AND LOTS OF ENEMY-NABE-HARASSMENT'S. I crashed around half past eight in the non-ICE-T-'PEE-EM', since I had 2 rise early yesterday, 4 me, around half past 11 on Tuesday morning so that me' toilet could B replaced, and now this needs some work, a bit of tightening in order 4 it 2-B in truly working order, and I simply do not have the tools, so I'll live with it until Thursday or Friday when me' landlord comes here 4 his rent $, and he can tighten up several loose items with it, making it a normal article of bathroom necessity. The assistant was here yesterday 2 replace/install it, and he is a nice guy, but a wee tad bit forgetful in important matters, or so it appears 2 me anyway. But the landlord called on my cellphone and said he would b there within a half hour and so I got up with only a few hours of sleep, so I crashed early lasst night hoping that I could sleep through until late morning, only things as usual with me didn't work quite according 2 plans and desires. Gee whiz-fizz, WEIN-SOSO??????? So I woke up from horrendous unpleasant nightmarish dreams around a quarter shy of one this moUUUUUUUUrning, and now am typing out this blog 2 explain the details 2-U, me' L30B, and anyone else up here reading this, and or, 'whatever', Sir Bob 1975-1980 Andrews, and again in middle 1996, at me' second-HIGHVIEW OF WILLIAMSTOWN days of utter and sheer DOGTOWN. Geezusjod Wiligars and gash dern it, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. In this nightmare, I was in a parallel universe reality where I lived back at that awful PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, and it was in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG as it is in many of me' nightmare experiences; and is arranged quite differently, as all 'dreamers' R completely familiar with regarding how their places of residence, places of work, and neighborhoods around them, in their dream-life, is never the same, hence a parallel universe locale, as I have known of all along, and nobody seems 2 wish 2 ever take me seriously about, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Now one of the ladies who cleaned the hallways, that was not from this universe and that I did not know at all, from here in waking existence, as the dude typing out this blog right now 2 all of U aldare; was in the lobby, showing off her bicep muscles 2 another cleaning lady with her, and they were laughing up a storm, and the flexing lady was saying how she was gonna'; give her hubby-boy a powerful punch in hit gut when she gets home, 4 something that he had done and she had just learned of on her cellphone right there a few minutes earlier. They got onto an elevator and the same exact 2 elevators from here that I remember, only they were on the reverse side of the lobby floor plan that was also quite a lot larger there, and I pushed the button right as the door of the car had closed, and it immediately re-opened, only when I started 2 get inside, the ladies had totally and completely vanished, Mister PPMM Hogwarts Cooley!!!!!! But there is a lot more happening with this. Unlike with 99 percent of me' 'other back there dreams', I was still living in ther apartment that I had lived here in this waking life locale of the vast and virtually limitless 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Shortly B-4 the part of this dreaming experience interaction that took place in the lobby of the PEE-HA Building, I was in the nabe, and it was similar 2 the poorer nabes of Plesantville, NJUSAESMWG, only worse. It seemed 2-B much larger and sort of resembling Harlem, New York and surrounding the exterior of all of it, were gigantic dead end streets that led into nowhere other than a horrible ghetto neighborhood with many downtrodden looking beat up shack type homes such as what we C when traveling by train on the old Amtrak Trains and passing through the poor areas of the great awesome American Carolina's. By the way good folks, HIZZEMSIRK ASSAULTS ALL DAY LONG YESTERDAY were 'vely' bad, ole' pal 'Bob McDowell', from 'CWHHHH of 1972'; and they R still bad now, today, on this new day calendrically, as well as chart-wise, as yesterday managed 2 close out at a GLMA one and nine-sixteenths, rounding up 2 a slightly non-cheated non-BOTBAR-2-2 day of Mountainpen hellishness or near hellishness, and again, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The worst part of this nightmare of being stuck in, as well as seemingly a bit lost in these horrendous nabes; took place in a store that finally seemed 2-B outside of that maze from Dogtown itself, and just as I thought that I had escaped me' pwobwems, oh Mister Elmer Wabbit Fwuuuud, kind sir; 'POW', was I absolutely and quite quintessentially totally 'WROOOOOOOOOONG', oh U lovely TV-ad-spot girl from 1980 hair shampooing!!!!!!

So I walk in and suddenly realized that someone was with me, and we were together, a dude a lot like sir David Charles Roth from Philly over here in this 5-D-waking world dimension of all of our collective human 'mind-life', and it wasn't a doppelganger of him; and I wanted 2 purchase a bag of popcorn, and the man in the store wanted, and with tax included, five dollars and fifty-nine cents ($5.59). This was 4 a typical popcorn bag that we all C in our local supermarkets, normally costing anywhere between a buck seventy and three bucks and thirty, TOPS, many times when placed in front counter boxes in large stores, they R on some type of a promotional cheaper price, but even at full price, never more than 4 and 5 bucks, but this place wanted nearly 6 bucks 4 a typical good size popcorn bag. I reluctantly decided 2 buy it and after giving the dude five one dollar bills and three quarters, he handed me the bag, no receipt, no change. I asked him 4 me change from my paid $5.75, and the item's price, with tax of $5.59. He totally refused 2 give it 2 me and called me a “rotten scumbag piker cheapskate trouble maker”. Now I fully dern dog realize, that a lousy 16 cents is nothing 2 get all bent out of shape over, on anybody's worst Dogtownish day; but this had me completely riled, as well as ready 4 under and over shotgun action just about, in lieu of his blatant rip off of me, and then his calling me a nasty name and treating me so viciously 4 absolutely no good reason whatsoever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! So after awakening out of this major nasty putrid rotten Dogtownish dreaming experience YO world, I went 2 take a piss in me' new john, and the seats R all loose, and I don't have a tool 2 reach underneath and tighten the 2 screws that attach this seat part 2 the john itself, and I must live with this crabbola junk until Thursday or Friday when the landlord will have 2 tighten it all up. The back seems all loose as well, and the assistant told me it would B loose 4 a short while; but how long will this 'short while' actually B, as that was around a half day or so ago now, YO me' dog dern BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 the fridge, after 2 days of cranking it from factory-3 setting up 2 the 5-max setting with the temperature-knob; it is working again, and so I lowered it down 2 the '4' spot, in-between factory recommended setting and full blast setting, and I did that shortly B-4 the maintenance assistant came 2 replace the toilet, so it has had plenty of time on the new setting, and is seems 2-B okay, 4 now. Nothing 4 me is normal and properly functioning YO world, quoting Mizz Diana Motown 1983 Ross here, “NO NOTHING”, only the final part never quite made it out, and onto me' tape from that early day in May, of that putrid awful year, when all of this junk from Dogtown was all getting its major stranglehold and monster-feet around me' neck, and yes, LITERALLY 2, YO; huh there, Lovely Mizz Angelique Laura Parker Collins!!!!

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:

2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 3, 2024---JWSC-WED-12-106

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 2:6

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

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

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

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

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

KABOOM, Mister Clancy!!!!!!!!!!! Mister David Leigh Smith, back in the autumn of 1970, at Haddonfield, New Jersey, in the Cooley Hall; Sir ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, 'PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER', SIR;

Feel free to skip over the familiar texts, good peeps. 'BUT', whatever you do, SARAH KRASSLE knows every single thing, atom by atom, in all five dimensions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no escaping her, not now, not in 1997, not ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AUGUST 11, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING AT 4:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY-75%, IT FEELS 88 STIFLING DEGREES

AND A SUPER MOON IS OUTSIDE WATCHING OVER ME

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING DIANA, GREAT

MOON GODDESS, AND MY ETERNAL LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S-S-S-S-F, huh Steven John McGinty of 1977 Egg Harbor City, and much closer to me in Somerdale, New Jersey, 19 years in the future, when I had a lot of PAULA'S to deal with and you said you wanted to hear the story that no one ever got to hear back on MARS. Well, you blew it partna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I am glad you and Bobby Brown both loved my tune about having it made in the fucking shade with me' ol' pink lemonade. JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ SURFER FONTY, AND TWINBAY, QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY, AND QUEEN OF UPBEAT POSITIVE ATTITUDES!!!! Go ahead and say it Mackey/Macy, do it, be men, “WOW”, there, I'll smother plucking do it 'for-ya', YO!!!!!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. And no-no-no-no lovely Mizz D-Q KATY of 1997-Abseacon, absolutely naught; at least 4 right dern 'VERIZON COMM-CARRIERS-CAL-NOW', CALL-TEN YO WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS

& NAUGHT @ THIS STAGE OF THE GAME!!!!!

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1970, when you went onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic circumstances not necessarily matching real world evidence, and to trust, ALWAYS, and FOREVER, no matter what; the real world evidence, such as those words that you had written that afternoon on the blackboard; that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane, and your class; on that middle late afternoon.

EQUIVALENT JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE #25,700

MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS LIFE JOURNAL IS NOT STOPPABLE. IT WILL GO ON UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE MARK WAYNE MOHR. HOW I CHOOSE TO PRESERVE OR ATTEMPT TO PROTECT IT?, WILL BE MY OWN BUSINESS; AND DONE HOWEVER I CHOOSE TO DO IT. SOME THINGS ARE STILL LEGAL AND FREE IN THIS GREAT 'YOU'-'ESS'-OF 'A', YO.

FEBRUARY 10, 2014,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 04:04,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.

I will get into the events of the past couple days, not a lot is going on, since MORIANITY officially ended, and for the purposes of this new journal that will act as if nothing ever happened to stop it, twice, first when I merged it with the New Testament of Morianity, and made it one and the same thing after the summer of 1997, when I ended this journal that began on February 1, 1983, in Atco, New Jersey, and was then called, ''PHONE PROGRAM 1'' on the 'A' side, and ''PHONE PROGRAM 2'' on the 'B' side; and then each following cassette tape, was the next higher integers, so that on the 'A-side' it was always an odd number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape, and on the 'B-side' it was always an even number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape. Now taking an average, from the time this started on February first in 1983, and where I ended it in the summer of 1997, somewhere around the low 12,000 amount in numeration, I then simply average where this might have been if I was in a parallel universe where it went on to this very day, and there never was a Morianity, nor did I ever stop my ''LIFE JOURNAL''. Doing this takes one very simple mathematical process. I took 12,000 and divided by the amount of rounded off years of the existence of the journal, 1983-1997, or 14 years, dividing 12,000 by 14, and then multiplying this average annual cassette A/B side journal tape number, and multiplying by the amount of years it would be from 1983, through the end of last year or 2013; which means 12,000 divided by 14 multiplied by 30, or really thirty fourteenths of 12,000, 30/14X12000. The calculator purchased at the Fort Pierce Dollar Store three or four years ago, shows this figure to be 25,714.285, and so I merely rounded it off so I can start at a nice clean 25,700, just dropping the 14.3 or just less than this.

This was a hostilitygram day, as I went on a couple small errands, and bought ice cream to tide me over until the end of the week. There were no sales on any brand that I buy, so I only bought a small amount of the Publix brand, which is always under five dollars at the Publix Store, and I have learned to enjoy this brand of ice cream just about as much as Breyers, as before I came to Florida, it was Breyers or nothing, and proves you can teach an old dog new tricks, in case the world may just be remotely interested. Peeps were extremely unfriendly all over, so screw them right back. The world has become a very horrible rotten glass place, and you can multiply that by about three hundred and ten thousand or so, give or take, or whatever; 'Oak Street Bob', old 1975-1980 buddy & future Fed-Cong!!!!!

Yes, not cooperating with the system and getting into social media, cost me a blog viewership. Now ask me if I could give a rats freaking bloody shoe butt, Mister 1979 Figs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A slight cooling off, not much, but a few degrees from the continual low eighties afternoons, came as a gift from the gods, down here in Fort Pierce. I suppose to many in the north, they would take our weather in a heartbeat. This is of course what makes this good old world of ours, go around; different opinions, different situations, and even different weather. Gee Whiz, gosh golly darn Jimminy crickets, Jimmy Stuart and Oz Dorothy, so 'go figure', YO. Who would ever believe any of this, Mister James Redfield, sir? Does even the father of the 'NAM' (New-Age Movement)? My best to lovely Stacey in Atlantic City, if you run into your gorgeous distant cuzz.

Doors were pretty nasty between shortly shy of three, and about a quarter before four. I will bet big money, the ICPE on the DOW JONES, as always, was why it was going down. There is just no escaping this nightmare, not until I can die and remain endlessly dead, or not Mark Wayne Mohr, so forget endlessly dead. That is pure illusion. I exist, that's it, & time is only real in this lower physical hyperspace dream-down. Funny how I learned this at the beach right there, and just a holler away from the great Robert McGuire's Irish Pub, Pittsburgh Hotel, and all of the other nightmares of Tennessee Avenue, of Atlantic City, New Jersey. 'WOW' 'WOW' 'WOW' 'WOW' 'WOW' 'WOW', and non-abbreviated 2!!!!!

So many WIPE-OUT-WOMEN all over!!!!

My Keyboards From Petahell acted up a few days ago. It is unbloggable, and only the Almighty Herself could have pulled this electronic miracle off, at least, IMHO. Suddenly, after pushing the very same sequence of buttons, my cassette recorder that is connected into a mixer and the mixer connected then into the entire system, insisted on playing at double speed even though no dubs were being made, and this is the only way high speed play is generated; and even on a dubbing mode, you need to push the high speed button, to accomplish that; and this button was OFF, not ON. The only way to stop this, is to play the tape on the opposite side, or insert a different tape, let it play a few seconds normally, and then eject it and place the original tape and side, back into the cassette deck. But after I did this and the tape played at a normal speed, I went to record from my Windows Media Player in my PC, onto the tape; and hit the very same record and cue buttons so that I can monitor how it sounds through the mixing board and alter anything or add or take away anything; and that is then how it comes out on the tape, and suddenly; I had to take my headphones off. I tried everything, lowering the volume on the computer keyboard controls, turning the master as well as the mixer number volume levels totally off, but some powerful sound that was mind bending, was coming though. The only reason the phones took it was because I have a special pair connected into my work station that I only use for music, that I purchased on a very special sale where peeps are selling an entire house of stuff, and need cash to move for personal reasons; and believe me; I did not ask any questions. Not when there is a pair of top end Sony phones that I personally know from the model number, sold about ten years or so ago for nearly a grand at music stores. You cannot blow them out, your ears would blow out long before they would. Sony makes some incredible stuff, if you have thousands and millions, or just luck out as I did for once in my life about a year ago, as I got them for two sawbucks. Back to the situation however; my entire media file played, and there was no stopping it. I remember thinking this very thing, and it even brought to mind a really cool old original Star Trek television episode, where Lieutenant Commander Scott (Scottie) says to Captain James Tiberius Kirk, ''There's no knowing, and there's no stopping it either''. I really felt like I was in deep space and in that show, only really out there without the Hollywood fiction attached. When it came to the final song that played, and recorded, ''You'll Be Crossing Over'', it is nothing at all like the version originally recorded. It was even far greater than what I had redone back on August 28 of last year, 2013. You would not be able to tell my daughter is not really singing the harmony parts. The machine-sound is gone, and the talent parts are so enhanced, that it is like listening to 'Hero' or one of those great songs. I did not touch the machine at all since this happened, nor did I think about it or talk about it. I enjoyed Sunday morning's ''Law & Order'' on television, and did not so much as touch my computer, or any of the attachments that all feed into each other. But this morning around shortly after three, around 15 hours ago, I went to try and see if this was still doing this Pope-Canon-Miracle or P-C-M as I'll refer to these things from now on, and it is just as if it never happened, except for one thing. The blank cassette that I was using, to run a test originally on something totally non relating to any of my songs, that copied this; was from a pile of three tapes that I had found a few days ago, buried under papers on my dining room table, that was there for over a year, still wrapped together unopened, brought down here to Florida from back in Jersey; and they were high bias tapes, with real great sound quality, and was why I was running a test; or about to before all this wild crap began. I figured the tape, even though it played clear and beyond terrific through the headphones that I had to literally throw off of my head due to the volume coming out of them, would be totally saturated and distorted. Instead the levels came out totally differently on playback, as when it recorded, it had the LED's jammed to plus ten and unblinking, but on playback it was around minus 8 to minus 4 DB-SPL on the volume unit LED meters, peaking at not even 0. Yet the sound was blaring loud, and perfect, and without one iota of distortion. Before I went to sleep for the day to wake up today, I burned this cassette copy into my 'W-M-P' files on my PC. Everybody told me I could not do this without purchasing a special program to install. All you do is buy one little plug wire attachment at the Radio Shack, and it defeats the need to do all that, and make the software billionaires, any richer than they already are, and need to be. Somehow, I have to dissect my junk, and figure out how this happened by pure accident; so I can repeat this; and then build something that will perform this entire electronic wizardry. I hear over and over on television how people want to be able to sing or even hear there voice again after it is lost from some illness. Way back 35 years ago, I had a way to sample and then create anything from that sample, and now, I have something even better; but the problem is that I am going to have to try about fifty thousand things, to see which one made this all do this exact thing, back earlier last week; as right now, it won't do it. I suppose this is why I was literally kicked out of churches back in the seventies. They all said I was possessed. Well if SATAN is doing all of this, then why won't HE let me have a good life? Jim Burr used to be half nuts over this, and said that if this knowledge ever gets out, it will ruin Christianity; and he is correct. His exact words spoken upon several occasions to me, ''It just makes no sense, Satan loves sin and people sinning, yet he won't even let you sin''. Whatever is really happening, on a spiritual, scientific, philosophical, or whatever-Congressman Andrews, level; IT IS HAPPENING, and that much I do know. Yes James Redfield, I swear, I never ever put any label on any of my cassette tapes, called, ''The Meaning of Life'', but someone else did. Maybe that same someone who is the real invisible creator of me' 'KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL'; as who can ever really know; right, United States Office of Copyrights? Another funny little final footnote from Donna's pretty white boy, US © Office from 1988; the news just came on last night, and told how Radio Shack is going to close something like 5,000 stores. This happened right after I made a purchase there, that very plug wire I just told about that defeats the purpose of buying a 300+ dollar freaking software program. Coincidence, Mister Yogi Berra, sir???? Well, I already know your take and spin on that one, and I am a silly fool to ask you this, so let me now blow out PEE Senior's candles, and let you go back to your nice rest, yeah, sure, TEE HEE HEE Lilly-M!

Yes indeed, there is a new beauty in town; and she will be totally full on Love Day, and she knows how much I love her. You are my lovely moon, my endless love, Diana Arteemis. I'm watching you, U big lovely girl; and we don't care whether Steve Marcus, or any artist on the radio; wants to hear it or not, right 1-2-3 Lover of 1983? Follow me wherever I go, all throughout the ''lines of change''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, those lines of change are not just me in 1983, changing phone numbers to try and run away from lovely wonderful 'MIDDIE', MIZZ BLAKE. I'll never be a Jonah Whale ever ever again, SSJKK. That is my solemn promise to you, from your David of so long ago. You were so lovely at that gate in Eden, oh the gods, do I love you so; my great Sarah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!! How I enjoy hearing the 'Mouslem' chants about that, and just as I hate rotten Spellchecker that never assists me with proper spellings, as I am a lousy rotten speller, and have admitted 2 this deal, even way up here nearly a full decade out into the reflected antimatter space, & AKA 'the future'. SO WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, lots of weird electronic magic and trickery is happening these days. Real experienced lifelong technicians call 'FM', 'Freaking Magic'. Most are not so polite, and do not say 'freaking', but another nasty whittle 'F' word, peeps.

I no longer plan on ever again monitoring my counts, nor hits on my blog sites; or doing anything like this. I am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for safe keeping, and That is all I am doing. WEEEEEEE.

I have a lot of huge problems that I will have to deal with, and it is not safe to write and post them, so unlike the days where I really was speaking words onto cassette tapes, I need to be a bit more careful just how much I write. Still, I am going to unravel these Babylonian great mysteries, with or without going out to the movies to see any super sleuths, and with or without distant relatives; and all of that jazz; or rock, opera, rap, or big bands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How the great musical arranger and once-pal or at least associate, Mister Tom Glenn, would tell me how great opera was, and how much he enjoyed and appreciated that art form in music.

So 'nighty-night' big KALI COW CALL-10 CALLIO, and family. Slam me up against all the high wall AC units you want to, or slam me around in Atlantic City, or the other AC as I jokingly have come to call it, 'ALDK'. Well, really, in reverse; I sometimes call air conditioning, THE OTHER AC, right Mister Harrah Sarah other universe 1986 magic labs, of the real north, Mizz Patty Hollister? The girl that picks up 300 pound couches like they weigh 20 pounds. They are not making girls like they used to, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE; and this was in 1975, Bob Andrews, my old pal; with or without riding me back home to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments of Lindenwold, New Jersey; on that late summer night. Hay, everybody is always too busy for me. My absolute totally hugest mystery is this: SO BUSY DOING EXACTLY WHAT???????? Just what is everybody so dogglass busy doing? Here is one for NSA to really frikkin' start looking into. See, I am being a good citizen, and trying to help out my great wonderful country here, Lads & Lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is a simple query 4 the entire world:

“Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my grass computer slap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some flucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the trucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep plucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex grit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss runt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to slit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven-thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE NOR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house; and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens, and no one will ever understand what I know in its fullness. Not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics; not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2-B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this ducking hacking. The sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this ducking slit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES. No peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON??? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major grit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on; and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2-C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid ducking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B-4-3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, & formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, ''use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system'', that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers, and they had the local Post Office listed, YO. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, (495) YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet; so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, & formerly B-4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count; interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2-B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona??????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If U-R out there 'R-C', do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4^th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, and right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom slit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these plucking nicks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, U-R my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding???????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No, DZA did tell me at the very end, when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y, and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No Uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U-2-B saying this 2 my mom, at your knit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya' son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shkit?, and U-R the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank; the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, as my plans R all plucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1,633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale; where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows; huh banker of Akoslem??????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2-B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4-U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog; this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this slit up, BRRRRRRRRRR????????????????

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.

E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMNED IF I DO AND DAMNED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Major Noise and Aerial Assault Today and Worsening as the Afternoon Progresses Along Here 4 Me, Oh FBI

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To post on the blogger dot com (BDC) WEBSITE, hypothetically speaking of course, based on Mountainpen's future life memories as Labber-Zeejins:

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DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THIS DAY OF 2 APRIL OF 2024 WITH MAJOR NOISE ASSAULTS, AND MAJOR AERIAL ASSAULTS, AND MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULTS WITH DEATH HAVANA WEAPONRY SYSTEMS, AND THAT BEGAN THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE DEATH BEAR UPON ME ON THE EVENING OF 16 MARCH OF 2024, AND THAT R ALL BEING 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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My bum toilet was replaced, and the job was done between approximately half past eleven this morning and one of the clock this afternoon. After this, a small aerial siege that had been ongoing, increased and then noise and air persecution's on me increased super hyper ultra HUUUUUUUGE-TIME, and between about quarter shy of 2 and just past 3 of the clock, the noise has been off the wall and off the goddess-damned dials. These dirt hole slime licking butt eater nabe 'blotor sickie motorcycle' rider annoyers, R all over me, and have been off and on, 4 some recent time now; and shall B reported 2 me' landlord again, when he gets his rent at the end of the week. As long as peeps harass me, I will go right on tattle tailing and ratting, as this is my only mother flagging rotten dern glass recourse, y-O weerlld aldare!!!!!!!! So here comes me' mother fracking (y-O-HACK), and the first one of the blog and day now, at 29 minutes past 3 now, YO, great quantum observed physicists out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! When I go out 2 pay me' rent at the end of the week by getting a cashiers-check at me' local bank branch, I shall B faxing me' medical agent, Sir Beve Sterner, me' most recent Medicaid letter, and he is now gonna' try and get my issues, and quoting him from our phone talk just last evening, “fixed”, so that I can C my doctors without spending a thousand dollars each year with money that I simply don't fracking have, YO BRO!!!!!!!! Hey, who knows, maybe someone did open some wild account in my name in the Cayman Islands producing a 2.5 mill annual income 4 me in USD? If this is found 2-B true, natch I won't B concerned about receiving any more governmental and county assistance. JEEZ-LOUISE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm a lookin' there, all of U awesome Q-P's out there; yes sir, yes mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 the bigger story in all of thistlethorns and in all of thisssssssssss as well, U annoying Mister Mike Soft Microsucks-Microsoft dude aldare!!!!!!!!!!! As U know, more than 30 years ago, while living on route 561 in Gibbsboro, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, & AKA UP THERE IN NJUSAESMWG; at the rental home of Misses Patty Meeker, mother of a very nice state police officer in Jersey also; I have experimented with something that as of this very moment in time in April of 2024, I've ever yet 2 use in any actual casino gaming play in their awesome game called, 'roulette'. This is the parallel event of persecution types causing number groupings 2-B more prevalent in coming out 4 me, reduced simply 2 the named label and system naming of, 'A2R-2023-PEPT'. The 2023 is because last year in 2023, I began 2 actually keep a record book and start playing this seriously on paper and as U all know, my L30B, and other viewers of the BOM-BOB-BLOG or the 'other-BBB' having nothing whatsoever 2 do with businesses, and whether they R good ones or bad ones, according 2 an organized group where these facts R reported 2 by the general public and consumers in general. So last year I played more seriously, but 4 more than 30 years, I have 'sort of been playing around with it', one may consider this truth as. One thing very recently since the mini-crash and loss of nearly 200 units, was finally realizing that there R times when 2 different sets of number groupings do appear 2-B made quite hot so 2 speak, as a direct result of what else, and what other than, “Mountainpen's Death Sieges”, and 4 short, M-D-S????????? I am speaking of a number group that already has interchangeable numbers with other previous situations, other than 4 one of the 3 of them, and these 3 numbers being, '3-24-26'. The '26' number is hot many times when the 24 number is, during times of heavy death sieges involving property damage, super heavy computer hacking, and all types of extremely large and major utility assaults in general against me. The point however is that sometimes, the number group is magical and other times it is a real let down, but recently I feel I have isolated one large factor in when 2 go with it and when 2 skip over it. When I get a lot of WOMO-SPACEFORCE 'WSMT' SPAMMENIES PERSECUTION, THAT CREATES 4 WHATEVER THE COMPLEX COSMIC REASONS BEHIND THE OZ-CURTAINS OF HALLS-FAWCES; lots of the health death siege and pro-dam assaults, and noise and other stuff, but with less air, and less strings of botbar and 'botbarism' in general; this all seems 2-B the perfect time 2 go with that '3-24-26' grouping. But when more AIR and BOT situations R surrounding the equation, it is best 2 avoid this triad numeration and revert 2 simply using the old established parallel events of the already told of numerations that match types of death sieges 4 me, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, AKA the PPNR-Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Using this, the mini crash would never have happened adding 191 units 2 me' total score of the previous 12 months-gaming-time. On top of this as well, comes the recent 8 games played where when factoring this additional item in, I would have even more, another 267 units, and totaling 191+267=458 UNITS. Now as stated, this has been sort of played with 4 over 30 years, and especially since living back at Jenny's 'MMM-trailer park', in Mullica, NJUSAESMWG, in the first decade of this century and millennium. But 4 a year now, I have seen the true power of making this one dern glass simple whittle adjustment, me' great folks and peeps aldare in Cybe-Villa, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Now on top of this powerful dog slit on ACS cubed, and with Havana-Cuban death-sonic-beams; I am about 2 embark on some powerhouse journeys with me' L30B peeps and other folks out here, and get ready 2 have me totally blow your whittle minds, along with U-2, oh great 60's hero of mine, Sir Sunshine Superman, Donovan Leach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, this is gonna' weelwee 'B blowing some minds', when I get into the really awesome STAR FAMILY, and Y this world is all happening around us just the way that it is, and around the Mountainpen as well of course; and if U think that U have heard anything yet, then U just go ask Mister musician Al Jolson; as he will gladly respond 2-U, and “let U have it flat out, and straight up”, quoting me' ole' bizz-partner in Studio Park Record Company, Mister Paul Evans Pedersen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no idea if he is alive or naught, any more than if Bill-H is, or Sally S is, or Patty HHH is. Give me a holler-shout somebody, if U-R still on this side of the mud and grass blades, willya' somebody, JEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; ANOTHER SUPER BOTBAR DAY, WITH MAJOR PROPERTY DAMAGE ASSAULTS HAPPENING ON 2 GODDAMN FRONTS, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION

8:14 AM, MONDAY SUPER BOTBAR, APRIL 1, 2024

WOMO-TOILET DAMAGE STRIKING JOURNAL

Most recent strike at bottom of list in RED FONT!

INCIDENT REPORT #1

JULY 24 MIDDLE AFTERNOON

INCIDENT REPORT #2

JULY 30 LATE MORNING

INCIDENT REPORT #3

AUGUST 5 EARLY EVENING

INCIDENT REPORT #4

AUGUST 9 EARLY MORNING

INCIDENT REPORT #5

AUGUST 16 MIDDLE MORNING

INCIDENT REPORT #6

AUGUST 27 RIGHT AROUND 3 OF THE CLOCK PM

INCIDENT REPORT #7

SEPTEMBER 4, 2023, FINAL HOUR OF THE DAY

INCIDENT REPORT #8

SEPTEMBER 26, 2023, Between 7:30 and 8:45 PM

INCIDENT REPORT #9

SEPTEMBER 30, 2023, Between 2:45 and 4:15 AM

INCIDENT REPORT #10

OCTOBER 5, 2023, Between 2:10 and 4:50 AM

INCIDENT REPORT #11

DECEMBER 4, 2023, Between 9:00 and 11:00 PM

INCIDENT REPORT #12

MARCH 21, 2024, Between NOON and 2:30 PM

INCIDENT REPORT #13

APRIL 1, 2024, Between 6 and 8 AM