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A teensy weensy line little moon is rising right close 2 the sun, and the time is now 44 minutes past 6 of the clock, here in me' town of Flowerland, in the northeastern quadrant of Fort Pierce. It is clear and warm, naught oppressive, and I had an awesome talk yesterday morning around this same time, real early in the morning with me' great cool nabe, Mizz Maggie, and got lots of questions and queries all resolved, without my even needing 2 ask questions or make me'self seem nosy or overly inquisitive, as she volunteered lots of stuff. She is another investor, and plans 2 rent the joint out, and only 2 a real 'high class person', nasty glass as those words seem 2-B now in this 21^st century new-age. All it means here in my case is, not a pig, not some noisy person or bum that will mess the place all up, a sort of slob person as was the prior dude, Mister Dominick the latengrate Trump loving Lambrigg cultist. In any event, when I observe young peeps here with her, it is all her family; and they R all really fixing everything up 2-B ship shape and super nice, but the majority of the maintenance noise is now all over. We had a wonderful twenty minute talk while she was repairing her front door yesterday, and I learned a lot, and was happy with all of the news. While we spoke, Diana's whittle line waning moon, that is almost cycled away now, until next Thursday when her new lunar cycle starts 2 wax out, and she was shining down on me in a tiny wide angling smiley face grin, and was astonishingly gorgeous and ravishing in the freshly glistening morning sunlight, YO world aldare!!!!!!!!!!!! May is always a memory 4 me as many of me' 'L30B' know only 2 rod slam glass well, as in moving into the great and forever illustrious RHA-#1802, in Voorhees Township, in NJUSAESMWG. Also this couples with doing those magical demo-tunes that year in 1980, and on and on I can go; so Y naught then, have all of this current stuff with this endless transdimensional problem here, B the target again and now, of major importance, speaking of the incredible dream, and the brand new, & in brand new (non-Melanie-keyed) light of course, meanings of the COOLEY HALL and the great and awesome surreal MAROLA'S????????? U-C when I began these blogs back in early 2006, I was clueless 2 lots of stuff, first off, just who Patty & Merry truly were, other than peeps from long ago and actually, naught that memorable in light of more recent major life 'KRASSLE-oriented' circumstances, YO peeps. I mean, can U blame me 4 saying thistlethorns, and 4 saying this, when it is all merely the gull slam grass truth, 4 crying out loud??????!!!!!!!!!! I also was clueless 2 anything music-related in so far as artists, the industry, and all of that non Collingswood-Collinwood arranged jazz junk, as I just do naught follow that silly rubbish, as me' life is just way 2 endlessly screwed up 2 bother or 2 even care about trivial matters involving entertainment. If your life was endlessly on the brink of HELL and falling apart at the speed of light, U would feel no differently than me, so please folks, quit judging the poor pitiful whittle Mister Mountainpen here, and TANX, and a great big glass loud B---O---O---M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I knew that something big was up with my dreams going sort of 90 percent beyond nutso, even 4 me the Mountainpen crackpot from New Jersey; according 2 the WFMU-INTERNET-RADIO peeps. Then 10 days or so back, kapow. The beginning of another recurring serial dream, only with the Cooley Hall peeps, and in a very far out locale, the 'Tobycouch' area, of the great 'FDHS' system. And then I come 2 learn and 2-C that it all is towel seepage effects that come from this far away realm, and that the Marola's all come from there as well, as does this entire STAR FAMILY, at least 4 the very most part, and unless I am completely misreading this entire 20 year or so recent nightmare that all was born out of me' awesome and beyond hyper-natural quest and search 2 find the great SARAH KRASSLE of Atlantic City, and the ALMIGHTY PINK SCYLLA-GODDESS HERSELF, as here we go again dock Shriner and mommy, another Mister Kent and Soup deal, one right after the other; huh there great peeps out there of the CYBE-VILLA, YO????????????? U-C folks, the more far out into the Tobycouch realm of the fifth dimensional hyperspace that we go, it starts 2 grow clearer and clearer that this is where all sorts of stuff is being game created, so that pieces and parts of it can all become thrust and blown out into these closer-in locales of the inner dream worlds, eventually popping it all out into our waking world, but yes, all sort of jigsaw puzzled around and never quite the way we think that stuff should all truly B. This is Y the endless questions surround the human condition and it is quite doubtful that things along that line R ever gonna' truly alter, unless we eventually do manage somehow 2 evolve from a 'T-O-C' into a 'T-I-C', or a more advanced TYPE-1-civilization, 2 quote the awesome and illustrious New York City professor here, and TV star of the past decade and a half or so now, Sir Michio Kaku!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He absolutely knows that most if naught all of this Morianity tale of major tears and woe-whiz-me hellish truths, is all real and true. Whether he would dare 2 publicly admit it and then risk 'reputational ridicule', and even potential eventual ostracizing; well, that is anyone's forever best 'GUESTS-GUESS' I would dern glass suppose, YO folks!!!! I-C-I have coined another new-Morianity word here 2-B added into the Mohr-Franklin POOR RICHARD-RUSS DICTIONARY, and when it fits what I need 2 say here, and the word program says there is no such word, then flew-U, I shall make the word up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Put me in jail if U wish 2, YO. I'm gonna' dern glass do it, folks!!!!!!!

Yes King David, Talk about wanting to freaking wash your hands! Holy mother of fracking goddess; I assure you that my pants are not on fire; but I am done having fun!!!!!!!!!!!

GODDESS PAULA WILL GET ME FOR THIS, and for what Dave and I did in 1986, at New Jersey's famous 'LBI', on one late summer night. This is right out of NICKS DEAD MIDNIGHT POETS SOCIETY OF!!!! Hay all grown up 'Teen bitch', leave my property alone, you sludge brain fiend!!!! I will hear that Mountain Dew bottle crashing into frikkin' pieces in Richard Karpf's basement at 1931 Route 70, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, for all frikkin' butt wiping eternity, ladies and gentlemen.

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I WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!

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I went out to my medical appointment at Lawnwood Regional Horse Pistol (Hospital), and got back in, just past noon. My repair AT&T peeps will be here between 4-8, roughly. WEEEEEE, not the dang TV, but WOW Paula Uwich, and all your marvelous and ''connected'' friends. My best to all of those up in the Jersey Oranges; and Deon too. Give me a break Patrick Jane; but then I know it would be way more freaking glass apropos to just say, hey, give me a break 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CORA IN OZ SAID IT BEST; ''I'M MELTING''!

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Well, I am dwindling aniwho, since petering freaking out close to a monthly 4-K page-view. Oh well, as the French say, “SAY-LEVY”. As the Americans might say, “Watch out for those kick glass times like in 1975, by all great Atlantic City Beach Patrol people”, and of course, when reported, watch out for all the great HALLS WALLS that go up to protect the powerful people of all branches in government, federal, state, and local, and I-P-Y THIS ONE FOLKS, that local is the smallest perhaps, but inside of its deadly grip, lies all of the great and humongous freaking power. You control an area, township or county, or RAW; and 'YOU'LL ROCK AND RULE'!!!!!!!!!!! Forget about the freaking Empire State Building, Taffy and Director of FCC Bob, back in 1972. Oh yeah I forgot, he wasn't the big cheese of the FCC then, but merely my pal at Cooley-Wormhole Christmas Trees Hall, and did I say HALL???????? Yes sir, let me watch out and 'BE CAREFUL' around all these local powers and 'FAWCES', and boardwalk frequency modulation radio stations in Jersey. You are in with things you have no idea about, my old buddy 'TD-REGIS', and hopefully I am not preaching to RIPA, the choir, or any of your very interesting associates. Well, your OCIATES anyway, and the first part is more the way I see these 'lovely darlings up there to my north'. LIKE WOW, and like WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH BRAH; IT WILL BE ALL RIGHT LENNY 1980 McKINNON; IN THE MORNING LIGHT.

Strange slit is going on, as always, and (behind the OZ CURTAIN)!!! “Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEOOOOOOOOOT!!!!

© Mark Wayne Mohr 1983, Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud

As always, lovely Diana, your moon was gorgeous when I left the Publix Store; you awesome goddess. 'IWALU' so, and precious I need your codes to show'', MY WONDERFUL RED HOT LIGHTNING! WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A stones throw away from the Atlantic City boardwalk radio station, owned by the mighty and dangerous Paula King, is the South side of the Schiff Central Pier Beach. This is what peeps who mess with GODDESS PAULA KING run into, namely, the end of life as they know it. Her powers stretch far beyond human imagination. A double of her in hyperspace, very advanced, and in the Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS), jumps into her as well as others whenever it so desires, such as Patty Hollister, and I am a cooked fracking goose since she raped me in the sixties. I hate her guts beyond any possible way of ever telling anyone, oh mighty Federal Bureau of Investigation, and my ex-landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, TXUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tell me Agent Caruso sir, between the FAWCES of WFMU and WAYV, FM-RADIO of NEW JERSEY-USAESMWG; what fracking chance do I stand; since you refuse to help me against this powerful ESS? They won't even allow me a G-O-D. Not a danglass GOD, but a G-O-D, a but (Game Over Demand)!!!!

I'll be crossing over soon, wishing a lot of these nightmare peeps were nicer, Agent Caruso, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Agent Steve C. Sir, FBI; ex-landlord honorable sir; where do you think airplane #4 was heading on 911? One hit the Pent, two hit the Towers and the 'Donna-Angela Club', and the fourth was going to knock out that wormhole that these invaders have been controlling in AC-NJ now, for more than 13,000 years, since they built the Adam-Eve garden, and began the great experiment, currently in game-run!

I knew I should have tried to leave Florida years ago, when the music slit went totally south. I already through STM, knew this was going to happen to me. It began in 1983. It had no rational explanation. It never would go away. Nobody would believe me. It was like a window directly into hell. These things in themselves without going any further, should be more than enough for me to realize, I was heading straight into the 15-death year. I should have run like I did in December of 2009. I didn't, and now I will be sacrificed and murdered. I have no clue what this is supposed to accomplish but I do know that after I am dead and gone, the world will begin to be totally destroyed. How long the process will take is anyone's guess. I have no answers, and I never claimed to have them. I always said that it was my opinion, all of this; but based on my entire life and the stuff that happened to me. Then taking that and instead of going nuts or just playing head games about it and ignoring it as much as possible, I then went onto rationalize things, and make stuff fit. What I was able to make fit would then be a picture and as the pictures collected, I had a photograph road map of a sort. This allowed me to make these wild conjectures, that my almost ten year blog project is so filled with. They may make little sense to any of you, but they fit the pieces of my life perfectly. The deal with the guy that had the bike crash is one example out of literally many hundreds and maybe even four digit amounts, of things over the decades; that all kept happening to me with absolute regularity. There simply is no way for the entire thing to be a series of bad luck coincidences. In truth; it is not that I cannot catch a break. It is that I am not permitted to ever break out, of something that I now call the family curse, or the Huntington Curse. Boy oh boy oh boy, and oh my, those dang auto-reverse cassette tape decks from days gone freaking by. Fire me D-T and R-H-M! See if I cry one tiny whittle danglass fracking tear about it; YO gentlemen. WEEE!

This entire project is and was a waste, and fighting the ESS, as the Men In Black all know, is beyond a waste. They control it all, and this is why MIB'S don't want this known about, so that a global panic does not begin.

All that can be said is in the following pasted in page paragraph, and no one will listen or believe me, so screw the flagging world. My nabes are banging, and making noise again.

The reason MIND does what it does and why hyperspace is what it is, has to do with what happens when void infinity bursts out into planck, and actually; before that actually happens, it needs to first go into an in-between state called the realm of LAWTRON. This can be thought of as the circuitry of the later formed systems, right down to where we all are in this world here and now. The ESS has learned how to manipulate various parts of the realm of Lawtron, and also the realm below it, that Morianity refers to as the 6^th Dimension. This in a nutshell, is all of my hell for 60 years, as well as all of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!

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Trying 2 unravel the mysteries of everything in this Life, is like asking lovely 'Katy at D-Q', 4 a Hot Fudge Sundae, and then expecting 2 naught have it end up in your hair; but there is so much more incredible Marcucci-mind-busting power and truth 2 that simple grouping of words, me' great folks. I have had other wild great rock and pop stars of both human-genders, go and do all sorts of 'unmentionable' things 2 me and with me, as most of MY FANS, the L30B, and some others perhaps from Galanet, and who knows where else; that know all about 'thissssssssssssssssssssss'; oh lovely awesome Mizz Luccisnakes, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!! I have tales of the rummaged closet cash rip off caper, tales of the taken tape that may have changed the world without other nor further assists from great wild transdimensional educators and 'forcing captors of all capacities' and on and on and on, but and yes, Mike Soft, BUTTERCHEESE, big glass BUTT, and 'oh boy', BUTTTTTTTTT, and so on but yes, but folks; there is so much 2 this, that no five hundred Sir Rod Serling's could ever even hope nor fantasize about competing with here, and I am 'so-sorry', Mister and Misses Verizon Communications Carriers, it just can't B helped, and concerning my life without meaning 2 super pun out here, only of course we all know that it does indeed do just THAT, but 'That's The Way It Goes', on or off any and all 1969 beaches, or beaches of any other year on this wild and bizarre Earth-Planet, and hey; at least peeps, it is naught going down on any dang Canopious Planet, Mister Joe Sivo, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, huh Sir Chester-Frank, ole' Blue Anchor roomie of the wild major Marola year 2-K??? Whether 'peeps R all dancing out on the streets' or naught, 'oh awesome one', those dream instructions, should never have been followed, only I DID, huh NASA girls, curls, and super movies of the late 70-DEEZ, and then into the beginning of the following wild glass 80's decade as well? So what is this dream junk all about, many R now doing half a hair removal job most likely, on themselves, so since I have no desire 2-B sued and waste me' time going 2 court 4 your messing up your physical appearance that way of scratching out half your ding dern hair YO peeps, let me tell U what is going JOE-SIVO-DOWN here with all of thissssssss, and tell U-2 in case U-R remotely interested, oh lovely Mizz Erica-Sue Luccisnakes, oh mah'm!!!!!!!!!! I am so sick of these dirt bag slob runt slapping SPAMMENIES hacking this machine, mostly with shift key hacks that make caps into smalls when they should naught B, and then the coloring hack stopping me from quickly making a new color of something. GET A GODDESSDOG LIFE, willya' people?????????? Jesus Christmas Cooley Trees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U-C folks, that tree in that lobby at Cooley Hall was right on the wall whereby on the other side of the wall was the hallway running perpendicularly, and the gymnasium was the large room right on the other side of that wall, with the coach's secret closet warp area right there at that corner, and then Mister Marola's office was the first office on the other side of the lobby so removing just a couple of walls and there is most likely an area about 16 by 16 feet or so in a perfect square, where all of this nonsense took place, that goes beyond any chance of this entire deal being just some weird happenstance or coincidence, YO, at least 'IMHO', of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'SOOOOOOOOOO', Mister Arthur TCE Crane, Sir, that is simply my take on it all, but I am entitled 2 my opinions, and was even green-lighted and permission given, 4 having me' opinions, back some late dark summer of 1980 night in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, at the illustrious RPL Sound Laboratories Studio joint, Mister S-W of good ole' once in Atlantic City, now in good ole' VEGAS. Yes, leading me straight 2 the voice from a powerful dang glass dream, as if Halls Fawces couldn't B more clever and demonic here; oh U wild and awesome world out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the late 1980's, Sir Kevin Costner heard his great unexplained 'cornfield' voices, and now, mine came in the same sort of a way, only I promise U peeps, I was simply naught 'AWAKE' when it went Joe Sivo DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 'lettame tellayu' now 'whatta huppened', Sir Derrijo Exxon, from summer time back in 1983, YO BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There I was approximately one or two weeks back, and I never told U all this powerful nightmare, and yes, it continued onward in one of many serial nightmare dreaming experiences, just shy of today, waking me up with a real bang at half past one or so this afternoon, after crashing into bed around 9 or so this diseased rotten goddess awful moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning; YO BRO!!!!!!!!! I feel totally and absolutely compelled 2 first tell U all just how it ended today, just hours ago now and then we'll B getting into the beginning of it, back 10 days or so, when the first of this so far 2-dream nightmare got going around me. It is a distant part of the 'Tobycouch-hyperspace system', that needs 2-B said and told first, straight out of the mama fracking gate. Now just how does one know this immediately, and as I knew immediately, who was singing on various old vinyl record albums, found on those final October days of 1980, in the RPL Studio-Attic; from just hearing the first few notes and words sung, as some artists, we all know without fail, who they R without a doubt, and many times, even at much younger ages back when they were just kids; such as Mizz Phyllis Alexander Doctor Dags, and AKA, 2 the rest of U out there, 'from this dimension of reality', as Mizz Donna Summer. Yes, as with that musical example here, and agreeing with the great PBS Network when they air those awesome K-C documentaries, and sometimes co-hosted by Sir Richard Carpenter himself, since 2 have his sister there would require something called, 'Laser Trace Distance Delay Technology', (LTDDT), so we ain't gonna' B going there folks, as this is a T-O-C and not a T-I-C civilization, huh there Professor Michio Kaku of Manhattan, and injecting just a wee bit of humor here into it all and so moving on here????: Right away U-R able 2 discern being (dreaming) in your interactions where your spirit has traveled into the distant hyperspace, as opposed 2 the localized, or even perhaps, the intermediate part of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace system. All U need 2 realize fully and completely is that reality as humans R used 2 interacting within it physically and awake, starts 2 break down as we get further and further out into those more distant areas of the 5-D hyperspace. This, in honor of the apartments dot com king, Sir Brad Bellflower, has been labeled by me, hopefully with his permission as I do give him the credit here 4 it, the ''Tobycouch Syndrome'', simply meaning that if suddenly your couch is your dog, or your mama's face is now what one second back in your dreams was your car; U can know it as quickly as hearing some of those great vocalists such as Mizz Carpenter, right away after a few dang notes they sing, now or even as youngsters, that U-R indeed in the more distant parts of the fifth dimensional hyperspace system. Simplllleeee as THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I was definitely in a distant HS area of the Mizz McCoo 5^th Dimension, oh world, 10 days or so back and so this dream will B told; and it continued as I said, just shy of my arising from me' slumbers several hours earlier today, y-O, and here is me' fracking annoying dang (shift-key-y-O-HACK) again, GET-A LIFE-U-BIRD SWALLOWING SCUM HOLE ROCK CHUCKING WRECKER HEADS OUT THERE, WILLYA', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? So far it serial-ends with my being in a totally ridiculous large warehouse that had absolutely no covering or roof 2 it whatsoever. My boss was the meanest and most horrible man that I ever have known, but how I knew it was distant hyperspace from the dang split glass second I popped out of this awful nightmare experience, is quite simple 2 explain 2-U all. This horrendous evil boss taunted me and treated me worse than anything that ever went down around me in waking life or physically, or in this dimension of atomic vibratory reality, and literally, multiply the worst day of your life at any job and any horrible boss ever had by anyone of U out here, by about one thousand, and maybe, just flagging maybe, U will come close 2 how horrific this crabbola was going down around me at that place and job in that parallel world. Talk about GAMES, and ASTRAL-PLAYFIELDS, souped into Amy Madonna Cooley steroids, and without any wild arm wrestles involved whatsoever!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, he did something so horrible that the dream-channel won't permit me' conscious memory 2 bring it back and tell U about it. These deals most likely R-4 our 'own good', as in some lawtronic protection device 4 all of us human beings, preventing us from insanity, or waking up in moods so horrible, that we would perhaps literally, some of us anyway with less strong mind constitutions perhaps, 2 go shoot up a place and hurt innocent peeps. I still believe that these things explain all of our mysteries that so far seemingly remain unexplained here, oh Detective JEEZ-LOUISE-Surfer-Fonty, YO dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But moving on with Callio's show here and 'Amy's great and awesome '1983 closing curtains' YO: The warehouse on one of its far ends, led 2 a lower area of what looked like 3 sets of railroad tracks, and beyond that, a sloping up 2 a high hill, and a road off in the distance leading into some very heavily wooded area, and the road was going perpendicularly 2 the railroad tracks and was very high up beyond where the warehouse ending area all was situated. Suddenly when this monster boss did one more camel straw breaking horrendous thing 2 me, I jumped off of the end of the warehouse and onto these rail tracks and instantly I knew that I had DIED. In this alternate dimension, jumping onto this area was one and the same thing as DEATH is 2 us here. It had nothing at all 2 do with the tracks being electrical and so then being electrocuted, merely jumping down into that area was one and the same very thing, as what we here, would consider 2-B physical DEATH. This is a 'TOBY-COUCH' incident, and I did not realize this then while in this dream-experience as it was not what is called, a rare and 'lucid' dreaming experience. But the nightmare was not in the dying and jumping off into that area, it was all the hellishness caused me by this boss, and I seemed 2-B aware that days and times were different completely in this locale as well. What I mean is that there seemed 2-B, 2 the vely best of me' Bob 1972 McDowell Cooley Hall memory here, a world where I lived in where days and years were much lengthier than here in this waking world where I now am typing this blog out 4-U all. A day was like 3 weeks long, and there were something along the lines of 4,200 days, or just a wee bit over that, 2 every single year; and the total years that peeps lived there, were approximately 7 THOUSAND; so this would make life nearly seem eternal, and beyond miserable. I had just gotten 2 work that day, and had a vely vely long day ahead of me 2 face, and was aware that this dern horrendous monstrous surreal boss-man was in an even extra mean bad spirited mood on this day, and I knew that I couldn't take this any longer; and no words can place me' blog readers into me' actual true and real situation of that nightmare; along with the major intensity of the enhanced emotions, as remember, we dream in spirit, or we dream with our glorified or ASTRAL BODIES; and so all ding-dang things get major glass enhanced in these glorified bodies. Just read your 'KJV'-Christian Bibles, concerning that topic; should any of U out there ever wish 2 keep doubting me, the Mountainpen, y-O folks. And here it is again, that pesky fracking endlessly hellish (shift hack and y-O-HACK)!!!!!! GET A LIFE, U BIRD SUCKING HUNT TRAPPERS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. I knew 'they' would flagging get me again with the coloring hack, and they did! It appears that HALLS HACKING FAWCES R ON THE WAR-PATH HERE TODAY, SIR 'HIAWATHA', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kresusjiest Almighty, 4 crying out Surfer-Fonty L&O loudly. So in today's continued version, it ended with that bad day at this wild open-skied warehouse ''joint'', oh 'Mister Halloween Winncheat', great sir!!!!!!!! But other times were remembered way more clearly back when this dream started happening 2 me, as stated, approximately ten days back or so now, peeps!!!!!! Let me give U the straight shot dope here, as it concerns family, or better stated, this wild incredible unfathomable and beyond even surreal on steroids, 'STAR FAMILY'!!!! The boss would shout horrible stuff at me, starting on dream number 1, and B-4 the current day's dream #2 went Joe Sivo 'down', and no Mike Soft, naught went 'downloaded', y-O!!!!!!!!!!! THAT FRACKING (y-O-HACK) is driving me up a rock chucking I-S-S Nancy Logan Wall at light speed cubed, and then some, YO world!!!!!!! Then every rock chucking runt slapping goddess damned time that I use the quick-color, that is also hacked right after that, and I am about 2 unplug me' fracking system from the Comcast modem, YO world as well as get me a brand new futhermucking goddess dogged keyboard this coming week over at me' local STAPLES STORE, and a new-world type, and without these stupid old world dumb glass rotten keys, that R just asking and forever waiting 2 bring me one fruck up after another!!!! I don't need the Marola's, the dreams, the 1969 hellishness of EARTHLY DOGTOWN, nor the mommy of me' Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, in any form that its wild 'SAFET' might come 2 take it decades out into antimatter reflected times; so let's get back 2 this wild major glass dreaming nightmare shkituation, good folks aldare, YO:!!!!! This boss-man's name didn't make it through the dream-channel system either, and most likely, I'll add in here, “thank the coins and the coils, of the Plankatory 4 THAT”!!!!!!!!! But 2 make it a wee bit easier here, I shall give him the made up name 4 blogging purposes, of Rotten-Harry, and so then shortened into just, “RARRY. So what did Rarry say 2 me along with a vaquillion other horrible things, but pertaining 2 my blogs and my life here, wild and crazy as that may seem 2-B-4 anyone of U reading this, out there. I will shorten this now and tell it all 2-U, and please B ready as well as fully braced 2 receive quite a mind blow or said more earlier from me' boyhood life and times, a real '1969-TMMB'; as this is truly your official caveat emptor from me 2 all of U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If U shkit in your under garments, it is on U, so here goes, and the more U know about my STAR FAMILY peeps, then the more U will need 2 hold in your race 2 your toilets. This son of a stitch grass shoal boss-man, told me, that I am no longer allowed 2 go on my lunch breaks except 4 one day out of the 9 days in the week, not 7, notice this, but 9; and I knew that I worked every single day there, and that I had no choice about it there, seemingly. He went onto say he knew I was blogging my story about him, and my older daughter that exists in several of your far away from here realms. He obviously somehow knew about my (WAKING LIFE HERE), in other dang glass words, folks. He said that unless I blog about Atlantic City and admit 2 what happened 2 me not once but twice under that pier, he would not allow me 2 blog or even have me' 40 minute lunch break, other than one day out of the 9 day week, as required by law, 'over there'. I knew in my spirit what he was referring 2, and both my dreaming body, and waking world body, knew that he was talking about how I hit my head on a cement beam, on the following summer after what lovely Patty HHH did 2 me, in Atlantic City. I told him, and know these same things from this realm as well; that I cannot ever recollect what truly happened in that following year. 2 many strange things followed my hitting my head on that low cement beam underneath that pier. Only he wasn't hearing it, and he told me, that I need 2 tell what happened on that day, OR ELSE!!!!!!! When we got a few sentences past this original nasty argument between us, I asked him just Y anyone here cares what I say? He said 2 me, ''U-R speaking through your far away other world self'', (meaning here) of course, when asking me that question. The U here knows very well that U-R obligated 2 tell the whole tale, and if U don't, U shall B returned 2 another 'PLAYFIELD' of another game with your Aunt Gerry's transdimensional mom, all unscrambled of course into the 'Marola Box'. So remembering what happened 2 me a short while into my blogging starting the first week of 2006 back up in NJUSAESMWG at Jenny's MMM joint, and all the hacks that soon kept coming, and the dreams as well; I was able 2 piece a lot of stuff together, and then along came my landlord who almost perished from a medical procedure that I had known nothing about, and all this is from the waking world now, naught the 5-D other worldly locales and 'WINN-JOINTS'. If he had died in the hospital, I would never have been made privy of some information that this expanding playfield has gone into stuff, and part of what happened in 1970 after I hit me' head, was flashes of being in the Memorial Day Cooley Hall school play from a year back, and Mister Marola and his wild song, and me' schoolmate named Sir Bruce Shane, singing it, in his beyond awesome 'Pavarotti-operatic' voice, and how this all fits into so much more; and then in today's final episode so far of this nightmare, right B-4 my jump into death, or 'whatever', this dude was every bit as insistent with me that I follow his instructions concerning things he wanted me 2 do and tell and blog, but if I was unwilling 2 do it there he told me, then do it when U go back into your other experience where U-R blogging a side story 2 this from here. His words, verbatim, with not one thing changed; kind folks. He insisted that I talk about the MAROLA deal, and said that if I don't, he would send peeps into my realm and back into 1969, and cause me more pain and problems than any human being could hope 2 ever B able 2 imagine in a billion eons; and also, 'his words'. Then he ended that hellishness and insistence with a few horrible rotten names that he called me, cussing me out with language dwarfing 100 Monique's on me' kids awesome 2009 DVD, called, 'Precious'. Right after he did all that and then walked away almost hopping in happiness, I then remembered 4 one quick mind glance, something beyond-horrible- HUUUUUUUGE, beyond anything spoken so far on this nearly 18 and a half year blog project. At that moment, I had no problems with all of this in 1969. POW, as soon as he said he was gonna' make a BLUCRAN switch, only he didn't use those words and I shan't lie about it and tell U that he did, as he did naught, oh lovely 1983 Mizz Blake. BUTTERCHEESE, and 'but folks', he did do it, and right away as he left the room that I was in with him, and ten seconds following that, POW, the effects of what he just did 2 me went down in my memory. It was right out of the greatest SYFY show ever done, combining Quantum Leap, Star Trek, The Twilight Zone, and The Outer Limits, and maybe 5 or more similar other type of TV-shows over the past 60 years or so now; and that is what happened 2 me. He literally, 'playfielded' me, 4 lack of a better word or label or any type of possible terminology that I could hope 2 ever use here, folks!!!!!! If my landlord had died, I not only would B in trouble here in my residence, until and if things got squared away, and using me' latengrate dad's ole' expression here; but I would then B wondering just Y after May and June, I am gonna' need 2-B watching me' parallel-event-back, vely vely closely 4 the following 4 straight months, as the STAR FAMILY R GONNA' B USING IT, ON AND AGAINST ME NOW. The first 2 months will B done by Pink Goddess, and the final 2 will B done by me' Distant Cuzz Donnie-Boy, the leaf park coverer upper, YO world! Hey YO, how about 'the story of MY LIFE', CUZZ DEEJAY TEE????!!!!!!! I seriously hope that those who know what's being said here, make it 2 their goddessdog toilets now, and have no clogging issues after a real good flush; and in or out of all AX years AKA 1986!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.

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