Nothing Is More Violating 2 the Human Personal Psyche Than Having One's Futhermucking Private Residence, and or Personal Possessions Taken, Screwed With, and Being All Ripped Off; FBI

MSTS Shown Below 4 Most Current Week-Graph:

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Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 08-06-24

SCALE RATING AS OF 10 AM, JULY 31, 2024.

10 AM, Wednesday morning, 31 July, 2024

Last night after emptying a can of RAID that had about a third of its contents left B-4 spraying, I went 2 check me' kitchen closet where cleaning junk is all stored and kept, 2-C how many cans were left, knowing I should have 2 or three of them, only 2 my total dismay and shocking glass surprise and amazement YO; it was mother-Hubbard's cupboards inside. I absolutely know that I had 5 cans of RAID when I purchased 4 new cans about three weeks ago. I never ever keep cans of fracking RAID anywhere other than one exact place, the front right area in me' kitchen closet bottom, where all such non edibles R stored safely and carefully. I, as many peeps may have guessed by now, am a very meticulous and mathematically minded person, who in no way would just suddenly find myself totally out of RAID-CANS; naught in this snake and bug infested horrible locale called FLOWERLAND-USA of this Earth-Planet!!!! Some brother clucking rotten thief violated me, and stole them, and I am positive; and I would bet up 2 every penny in my bank account, on a double or nothing bet, any dang time; YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only legitimate person who has been in here since the purchasing of these 4 cans of rAID is me' medical agent, and I did go into another room long enough 4 this event 2 happen, but Y she would take my RAID, is beyond any logical comprehension. Hey, if she did, she deserves that much 4 all of the services that she has done 4 me in getting me' medical situations and benefits and insurances all straightened out finally after the first half of this year being a total disaster. Still, I cannot accuse, so the incident is over and forgotten, but having stuff taken is always a rotten gut feeling of total violation, just as with the last time when a cleaning woman from the PEE-HA-BUILDING took all sorts of junk behind my back, while cleaning my apartment that day in the early 2014 year some time, & including me' © Copyright Registration form, on the 2013 musical project, called, 'You'll B Crossing Over'. Having stuff taken from me, in a life repetitive pattern so often and horrendously, when I am just a very poor guy in the first place, who simply cannot afford 2 always get so continuously ripped off; is a gash dang extremely far from pleasant deal 4 poor ole' whittle innocent helpless me; oh world. I know that I come off as the eternal giver of the famous 'pity-party', but I tell U all right now, so 2 would any and all of U out there B, should we trade places in life, and U-B me 4 the past 70 smother plucking rotten hellish years, YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:

2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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MONTHS 7, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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07/01-------01-----01--------------------------------100

07/02-------02-----01----------------------------------50

07/03-------03-----01----------------------------------33

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BEAR-BAR SET AT ANYTHING ABOVE 40 PERCENT, AFTER 02-14-21.

30 DAY MOST CURRENT MOVING TOTAL DAY-GROUP PERIODS:

ALL NUMBERS BELOW, R IN PERCENTAGES (%).

>40% is shown as (-) numbers, <41% is shown as (+) numbers.

Corrections & Amended Errors On My MP4B Charting System

BEAR-BAR SET AT ANYTHING ABOVE 40 PERCENT, AFTER 02-14-21.

30 DAY MOST CURRENT MOVING TOTAL DAY-GROUP PERIODS:

ALL NUMBERS BELOW, R IN PERCENTAGES (%).

>40% is shown as (-) numbers, <41% is shown as (+) numbers.

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06-19-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-20-2024 -------------- 10-30 ---------------- 33 (+08)

06-21-2024 -------------- 10-30 ---------------- 33 (+08)

06-22-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-23-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-24-2024 -------------- 10-30 ---------------- 33 (+08)

06-25-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-26-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

06-27-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-28-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-29-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

06-30-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

07-01-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-02-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-03-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

07-04-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-05-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-06-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-07-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-08-2024 -------------- 09-30 ---------------- 30 (+11)

07-09-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

07-10-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

07-11-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

07-12-2024 -------------- 08-30 ---------------- 27 (+14)

07-13-2024 -------------- 07-30 ---------------- 23 (+18)

07-14-2024 -------------- 07-30 ---------------- 23 (+18)

07-15-2024 -------------- 07-30 ---------------- 23 (+18)

07-16-2024 -------------- 07-30 ---------------- 23 (+18)

07-17-2024 -------------- 07-30 ---------------- 23 (+18)

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07-19-2024 -------------- 07-30 ---------------- 23 (+18)

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07-22-2024 -------------- 06-30 ---------------- 20 (+21)

07-23-2024 -------------- 06-30 ---------------- 20 (+21)

07-24-2024 -------------- 05-30 ---------------- 17 (+24)

07-25-2024 -------------- 06-30 ---------------- 20 (+21)

07-26-2024 -------------- 06-30 ---------------- 20 (+21)

07-27-2024 -------------- 05-30 ---------------- 17 (+24)

07-28-2024 -------------- 05-30 ---------------- 17 (+24)

07-29-2024 -------------- 05-30 ---------------- 17 (+24)

07-30-2024 -------------- 05-30 ---------------- 17 (+24)

07-23----21+21+21+21+18=102, & 102/5=20.4

07-24----24+21+21+21+21=108, & 102/5=21.6

07-25----21+24+21+21+21=108, & 102/5=21.6

07-26----21+21+24+21+21=108, & 102/5=21.6

07-27----24+21+21+24+21=111, & 111/5=22.2

07-28----24+24+21+21+24=114, & 114/5=22.8

07-29----24+24+24+21+21=114, & 114/5=22.8

07-30----24+24+24+24+21=117, & 117/5=23.4

BOTBAR CURVE WORK PAGES

(WORK-SHEET: COLUMN-4, 5 DAY AVG. X 10, = COLUMN 6)

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23.4+22.8+22.8+22.2+21.6=112.8/5=22.6 X 10 = 225.6

225.6 ROUNDS UP AS CHARTED NUMBER OF 226

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

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

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

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

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

WEDNESDAY, JULY 31, 2024---JWSC-WED-12-225

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 4-7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

I get real tired of certain continuing super negatives in me' life, and being stolen from, is right on top of me' flagging list, with a bullet in the centered ten ring with loud bells in it going off when struck. I could sit here and make a complete list of all the things stolen, and twice by peeps whom were at certain times, and still R extremely world renown celebrities in the world of music, and I am not referring 2 music and song stealing and plagiarizing here, I mean peeps that R or were stars, who took things from me, real tangible things, goddessdog bless their hearts, daddy!!!!!!! Whoever took my cans of RAID; if they were that in need and desperate 2 resort 2 a theft from a sick old poverty stricken man, know this: I would have gladly gone 2 a store with U, in my car, with my gasoline, and bought U a few cans of RAID if U needed this so dang much, 4 crying out Surfer-Fonty-5-D-loudly, YO. JEEZ-LOUISE 4 crissake!!!!

Talk about the GAS-ME GAMES? My father got a job before I was plucking born on December 4, 1954, in Wayne Pennsylvania. He only GOT THE DANG JOB he learned later, because HIS NAME WAS WAYNE. You know fully well that things like this don't happen every day, and for that matter, I will bet anyone out here, that nobody at all that you know, ever had any such crazy thing happen to them. Then along came the great and illustrious Mister Choker Lakehouse, Nick Cannon, with no pun meant on Nickoli, but hey, why not cogitate with that, and go with it too? Somewhere earlier in this century around the time that he married my daughter, POOF; he is just hired by the Nickelodeon, or nick@nite Cable Television Network. You know, as in Nick-Nick, and Wayne-Wayne! Tell me all about randoms and coincidences folks, because I have a really cool bridge to sell you up there in NYC and a lot of great other bridges too. One is visible right out me' whittle window from me' gull slam apartment here, in good ole' Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

So without waiting for weeks or months, I will now tell you something Bernie Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, oh great Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know very well that I told you about the '4' number, my dauts fave strings which are one below my Not-Fonda-Jane strings, as you all should know fully well by now all about, and how to create a wild and incredible Pictograph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then along came the 123-657 saga-song blues, huh lovely Diana, and along came PROJECT BLUEBOOK. BUT WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW IS THISSSSSSSSS, MISS ERICA LOVELY SUSAN LUCCI AMC SNAKES, FROM 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that there is a lot more to many things that I tell, and I cannot always fully tell me online blog viewers, EVERYTHING, because it would CROSS OVER MAJOR FORBIDDEN RED LINES. I can however tell you this: I fell asleep for only one minute of time, and in that minute, I had some grit happen to me that makes my entire blog of over 13 trucking years now, appear somewhat tame in goddang glass comparison. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was in my bathtub, in my Williamstown, New Jersey apartment, called the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, back somewhere I think around late February, or possibly as late into the year as maybe even early March, and Lightning came right into my head, and showed me the mystical powers of using parallel-event to attack the casino game of Roulette; an extremely similar thing happened to me several days back, before I told all of you about making the 10,000-444 PICTOGRAPHS! I was told inside of my head, but NOT IN AN AUDIBLE VOICE, just as real however as the warning voice of autumn of 1982 that told me to 'wait until next June'; that I was to go to bed early and forget about what I was watching on TV, and just fall asleep, and wait for instructions. This is when Gawky came to me and told me to say this on my blog. HOWEVER, and I promise all of you that I was going to reveal the absolute truth within a month or less; there never was any charting of this by me, nor me keeping track for 444 days, just “Write down exactly what I am told to blog”, AND SO I MOTHER FLAGGING DID. Then, along came the HISTORY CHANNEL SHOW, about the number of light years and star chart. Sounds too much to be possible in a million years, you say to the Mountainpen? Well; WELCOME TO MY SMOTHER CLUCKING WORLD PEEPS, AS THIS IS JUST ROUTINE LIFE FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN. FIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS FOR ME ALL THE TIME, ME' WONDERFUL PEEPS AND BLOGAUDIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG GLASS BUTT FOLKS, do not make a fatal mistake, and think that there are no other freaks out here like me, because that is a serious and probably a fatal miscalculation for anyone to arrive at! I can cite a few wild things that are on par with this, in fact, even on par with 15 year old Nickelodeon-Nick banging up my hubcap in the late spring of 1996, after I had arrived at that psychic shop, called 'The Gathering Place', for a psychic reading, with a dude named Steve. Remember how I told you that when I drove down the Black Horse Pike, up there in Jersey, and stopped at a payphone near a car wash place, to call my mom, and tell her that I was headed for home, and was running late; as she was preparing a nice dinner, and he came up to the phone, and he kept saying to me, “What happened to your hub cap”, and this is right after he had the brazen trucking falls to smash it all up; and he somehow got all the way to that place where I was phoning my mom from, and he did that wild GAS-ME-GAME, mocking me. No kid would just come up to an adult, and do that, and this was right after he ducked it up while I was in there getting a reading. But let me now tell you a story that can be verified by any loyal fan of a really marvelous television show on the 'A&E'-Cable-Channel, called, “LIVE PD NATION”. There was another male AA dude who was placed into handcuffs, and I think that this happened sometime around the summer time in 2018, just last year, unless me ole; memory is failing me. He said to the officers that within five minutes or so, he would be released, and he claimed to be god. I won't capitalize the word, but hey, WHO DUCKING KNOWS ANY DANG THING FOR SURE; HUH MISTER ABRAMS, KIND SIR?????? Well, you know the rest, sir. He was suddenly released right after some major grit went down somewhere else in town, and the officers felt it necessary to respond to that, and let this dude go, and sure enough, and just as he claimed would be the plucking case, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo; POOF, like Nick Cannon total nickelodeon-MAGIC; he was released! Folks, strange mitt DOES HAPPEN, and not just to the mother trucking goddang grass Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS; “THE END”.

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-I

10:27 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAY MORNING

29 APRIL, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

First off, every link that I put up on the internet is removed by BLOGGER/GOOGLE ENEMIES, so let us see how long it is B-4 they remove the lighthouses! Second, I am having never ending enemy persecutions on my floor, with horrible ILLEGAL NABE GUESTS as well as my wicked demonic TRIAD NABES FROM HELL themselves. They were slamming and screaming at quarter past six, outside of my door this morning, and then a half hour or so later; their dirt ball friend struck me outside of my window with a loud horrendous car music assault, ALL OF WHICH IS AN ACT OF ELDER ABUSE, SHERIFF SIR. Please know sir, I WILL BE AT MIDWAY ROAD TOMORROW, MONDAY, AS I CANNOT MOTHER CLUCKING TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS ELDER ABUSE, AND MISTREATMENT, AND ASSAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another interesting note that seems to prove this is all being done directly to me as a direct persecution, is that my blogs show on BLOG 37 of 2019, dated the seventh day of March, a nuke plant testing, and then it happened again a few days ago in the middle twenty days of April, not even 60 days apart, and I was told this is done quarterly or about 90 days apart, so please explain this one to me when I see you in person tomorrow; me' wonderful Sheriff Mascara, oh kind and wonderful benevolent sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! Here is the CAP-IN from the March 7 blog. Then on top of that, today, Thursday, sir; the stupid NUKE PLANT TESTS went off without any news warnings that usually come on the local television, to give folks a heads up. Now speaking of how things really do run in some magical weird bizarre time sequence, that humanity is completely clueless about; here is the sentence that follows this about the nuke plant loud grass testing bullgrit, and then I will tell you me' newest problems with yet another goddang medication mother fracking shortage. Also before going on here, it is 10:37, and a very low flying private pile of crap airplane, almost crashed into my PHA Building (Park Terrace Bldg), kind sir. But let me get back to my notes for this blog. I got off of the other anxiety medication, and so now THE WALGREEN's STORE IS HARASSING ME WITH ANOTHER MEDICATION SHORTAGE, the other anti-anxiety prescription that I take, that is NOT A NARK DRUG; so it has nothing to do with that other medication that the MILITUFORCE does not wish me to use, to lessen their agony on me, with that inner throat implant device, they somehow have stuck into me while I lived in Atco in 1983, back in the 4^th of June. I sure hope you are watching that wonderful television documentary on Tuesday nights, called “PROJECT BLUEBOOK”, ME KIND WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe you can someday prove to me that I am just paranoid, go ahead Sheriff sir; I really hope that you can. Talk to the counter druggist at the Ohio Avenue Walgreen's. He tells me that I am a good Walgreen's Customer, and that he does not want to see me inconvenienced all the time, yet he turns around and allows endless hassles for me, while I merely am trying to get me' necessary medications. Go ahead Sheriff Sir, you get to the bottom of this, as no other patient is being constantly screwed with as am I, kind SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First they screw with my Lorazepam, and now they are screwing with my Buspirone medication, sir! YES SHERIFF KJM, me kind sir; and now my blood pressure medication has another shortage, or back supply, or whatever crazy name they keep changing these things to, and this is the new medication that replaced the Losartan tablets, called 'Olmalsartan'. I was told that the batch of Losartan tabs were causing cancer and had been pulled, and replaced with the Olmalsartan tabs. Now I am out of these, and cannot get new ones. Fortunately I never threw out the Losartan Tabs, HA HA HA HA HA. I merely will begin taking these tomorrow morning, and of course will call my primary care physician, Doctor JAR (James A. Roberts) of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. I know that the Milituforce and Patty Hollister are trying to murder me, using all of these smother clucking tactics, Sheriff Sir. I know it, and I would bet a million mother ducking bucks on it, and I WILL BE SEEING AND TELLING YOU ALL ABOUT ALL OF THIS NIGHTMARE SLIT FROM DUCKING DOGTOWN (HELL) LATER ON TOMORROW, OVER ON MIDWAY ROAD, AT YOUR OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, I'm just a crazy delusional plucking whack job nut case, huh sheriff Sir???????????? So tell me sir, HOW ALL OF THIS CRABOGGI IS JUST LUNACY UP IN MY HEAD. GO RIGHT AHEAD AND SHOW ME!!!!!!! Well sir, on top of this, I was again struck hard with the DEATH RAY WEAPON OF THE MILITUFORCE around twenty minutes past one this afternoon. I also began getting unpleasant telephone calls at that exact same time, kind sir. I want you to know one particular item Sheriff Sir, and please feel free to pass it on to anyone you wish to. I plan to find out how to JOIN THE LARGEST UFO CLUB-GROUP IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND I PLAN TO TELL THEM MY STORY, AND I PLAN TO TELL THEM ABOUT MY BLOG CALLED 'MORIANITY', AND HOW IT HAS BEEN INTENTIONALLY OBSCURED, AS WAS MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL, WHEN I TRIED TO SIMPLY PUT UP SONGS THAT TOLD OF MY LIFE, THROUGH WHAT YOU MAY CALL 'BACK-DOOR LYRICS'. If this emmereffing attack on me, that has gotten super grass bad ever since dirtball President DJT threw his hat into the ring, in the autumn of 2015, does not BACK OFF OF ME; I WILL JOIN A UFO CLUB, AND LET MY STORY OUT TO THE WORLD, now that I fully understand just what and where my troubles and woes are all stemming and emanating from, me wonderful kind sir!!!!!!!!

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Let me tell U something from 5 years in the future. As I pen this at half past eleven AM on the final and 31^st July day of 2024; a MAJOR COMPUTER BLACK HAT LATTISAW JACK-ATTACK ASSAULT OF EUDA WAS JUST DONE ON MY MACHINE. I HAD 2 REBOOT AND SHUT DOWN AND COME BACK ON. MAGNESONIC WILL BE USED 2 COUNTERSTRIKE THAT ASSAULT WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH DOING THIS PASTE IN CAPPING JOB FROM MATERIAL THAT IS NOW A HALF DECADE OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE FROM-FORM LETTER SWITCH HACK-ASSAULT ALSO STRUCK ME WHILE WRITING THAT STUFF ABOVE; GREAT FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now speaking of joining the largest UFO club in this nation, SHERIFF-KJM-SIR; after I go to the local library and find out just where to go, and what to do; I had a major wild experience just a short time back, while trying to relax with a little bit of TV. I was sitting in my chair and suddenly, I was not here, and the story was first typed out by me, before I began this blog-letter to you, so I now will CAP it in to this blog-letter, me wonderful and kind sheriff, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here goes. I call this the Wild Evening Soul Travel of 319. One minute I was sitting in my relaxing chair watching 'L&O' reruns, on the Sundance Cable Channel, and then poof, I am out like a light, and a hand was pulling on my hand, and I felt myself being pulled along, faster and faster, while realizing that I was in some kind of a strange car on a desert. I was going faster and faster, until the car was no longer a car, and it was just me going faster and faster, and the pull on my hand grew ever more intense. Suddenly the sky around me darkened, and I saw only stars around me, and the pull was agonizing, and it was as if I had grabbed onto an unfathomable rope; unable to release its grip, and going still faster. As I began moving towards one particular star even faster, I realized that I had exceeded the velocity of light, and all of the stars seemed to just turn into a blur. I realized that I was being pulled towards the star that I have always called the pulsar star and later on, Hydroglacia, the Astral Plane name for this. After I went in the very same continued direction, even faster, beyond Hydroglacia, I suddenly no longer felt a grip, and I was in my house, and it was 1987, at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue, Woodlyn, New Jersey. I knew that it was not the same house, and yet it was close. I totally was awake and aware, and knew that it was really 2019, yet I was back in 1987, in this alternate Woodlyn. I began speaking to many young people in their early twenties who seemed to be sort of like radicals in the sixties, here in my world. I was able to remember a lot of this experience, but not every single detail. The floors were made of bright red wood, and with one entire section of them facing the south of the house on the ground floor, and it seemed to be in major disrepair. First to the front part of this area, there was an old wall to wall carpet that was stained with messy looking stains all over them, and then it broke off suddenly to where it was just the bright red wooden floor, and then beyond the first part of it was that same floor; only the wooden planks had sunk down, and many of them were broken; and those unbroken areas appeared to be quite precarious and dangerous, and I was told by one of the persons mentioned earlier, that it would not be a good idea to walk on top of that area, as it would not support me. Yet later on, I observed several of these persons, both male and female, just sitting right there on that broken floor; and yet not sinking through at all, as though they were weightless somehow. Suddenly I found myself talking to a girl who was about middle twenties in age, heavy set, and worldly for her age. I found myself telling her quite compulsively many things about the future, and my problems with what I call, the MILITUFORCE. I then observed the folk singer of my day back in the turn of the sixties into the seventies, Mz Melanie Safka, standing there, and holding a thick key, resembling the one that is shown in the documentary television show on the History Cable Television Channel, called, Project Bluebook. The only difference was that in my experience, this key was attached to a medallion worn by her, and it resembled a smaller version of the CHAIN from my 1969 experience, where the Great Sarah Krassle had taken this chain away from me, on a beach, and in that experience, this chain had not only its large links, and a very similar appearance, but it also had some additional parts to those links that appeared weird and bizarre, in ways that I simply never could properly explain to anyone ever. Then I observed that there was a very strange part of this floor, as well as a wall, that the floor led to; totally unlike the house that I knew and remembered back in 1987 while residing there, and Melanie went off somewhere, and leaving only the heavy set girl; and she then continued asking me questions that I felt absolutely compelled to answer, and with complete honesty. After this happened, she told her boyfriend, who seemed to be the leader of this cult of half hippie type and half warrior type; and a combination that to the peeps of my generation would simply not exist. The majority of them did believe in demonstrations against such things as the Vietnam War, and the 'establishment'; which could be thought of in a similar light now, to naming the Ronald Reagan policies of greed, Reaganomics 2.0, and naming that, the original. In any case, we did have the hippie verses the yippie troublemakers, but these were almost like warlords that we all see in movies, where some huge plot seems to exist, where someone is planning a huge event, such as a take over, or an overthrow. After I said many powerful things to the girl who then went on to discuss then with her boyfriend, the leader of this pack of hippie warlords, an oxymoron if ever there was one for sure; the dude who was very large, began speaking to me, keeping a distance, and while this was happening,two law enforcement people appeared at the door to the home and someone opened the door and they entered; and they approached the two people who seemed to be in charge, and began to interrogate them. Suddenly the dude stood up and went over to Melanie, and he ripped off her medallion, and placed the key into his mouth and blew it like a whistle; only no sound came out of it. Instead, the two lawmen suddenly froze for a few seconds, and then when they unfroze, they walked out of the house and did not come back. Instantly for reasons I do not know, I decided to tell them that I was from the year 2019, and had taken a very long journey, and I needed to tell them how the future was going to unfold, especially about the digital age, and the world of computers, and the internet; and all of it. I thought that somehow they might find a way to correct the mistake, and fix things to keep it all back from happening, at least for a couple of generations longer, so that none of these things could happen to me. As I was standing by the stairway that led up to the bedrooms and bathrooms, just the way the house where I had lived also did; I realized that they were going to follow me up to my bedroom where we could talk more privately which is just what they did do. But before we all reached the top of the stairs, suddenly the entire house changed, and we all were somehow standing along the wall that I told earlier was arranged in a beyond weird way in connection to the floor, back on the first floor. Many things at this point are blurry, but I do remember hearing the dude start to raucously laugh at me, and mock me; and then he said to me, something almost exactly like, “You already were here, after they killed you in your sleep at shortly after five that morning in your bedroom, with those death ray beams that ripped your heartbeat all apart. We turned you back alive again, and sent you home; but you already knew about your future somehow, and we decided to MAKE IT ALL HAPPEN”. I then sat down on the stairway in total horror and shock and said to the guy, “How could I have known?”. He then laughed even harder, spit on the stairway carpet, and said back to me in a very gruff voice, “Love is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders, people without any brain. Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste of time, that turns our emotions to pain. Love is for carpenters, drunken old bartenders, losers left out in the rain. Love is a foolish crime, love is a waste of time, a tear on a heart leaves a stain”. I was horrified after he said this, as this was my lyrics to my 1980 song while living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, written after that wild interaction in my sleep, with who I now know was the mighty goddess Paula King, all along! Then I also remembered that a line was changed, as the part about losers being out in the rain was not in the original song anywhere. But he laughed again when I told him that, and said that all he knows is that this is the constitution of the galaxy, and that I only thought that I wrote this in 1980, but was really being 'given this' by the (Exploratronic Supermind Society) as you call us, only we are called the Hydroglacians! Then he roared and roared, half like a human laugh and half like a real roaring lion. Then he grabbed me, and with incredible physical power, he threw me helplessly down the staircase from where I had been about half way up; and I then landed with my head hitting a wall. I instantly awoke out of this, and found my hand still aching from that pull, and the entire room was spinning and hurling around for over five minutes. I then decided to make this printed information on my computer, which I now am going to add to my blogging project, known to the world here on the Earth-Planet, as Morianity, religion 4 Millennium 3.

Many of my Blogaudians know that I used to make what I called “Destruct-Tapes”, and would pass them out indiscriminately in the wee hours of the morning, like a newspaper boy on a paper-route, throwing them into yards while I would drive all throughout many New Jersey towns all over the place. Back then, I did not know who was doing these horrendous plucking things against me and my pathetic life, BUT I KNEW I WAS NOT IMAGINING MY HELL THAT ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986, AS IT WAS ABSOLUTELY MOTHER CLUCKING TOTALLY BEYOND REAL, AND BEYOND ANYONE'S CONCEPT OF NIGHTMARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I would pretend to be talking to another character on a tape, over a telephone, and I would have some really wild conversations, that was basically me shouting and screaming some far out flagging bullslit. I don't really think I believed that I was getting even with any real powers out there; but I just had to strike back at something, some how, some where!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, several of these tapes made it onto the pluckinglass internet as many of you know only too well, on that WFMU internet radio hatepage, called CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY; and should anyone wish to GOOGLE that up, and find the CRAZY CURSING DUDES, which is myself, as well as my classmate from Cooley Hall Special-Ed School, Mister Bruce Alan Pennock. Aniwho, one of the three pieces that are up there on that page, is called, “The Christ Android”, which is me just basically exploring the unique and wild outlandish possibility that perhaps Christ will actually have to emerge out of a hidden area in our solar system, and when the timing is right, be sent back to the Earth Planet. It was no crazier than Stargate or Babylon-5, or you name it. BUTTERCHEESE, and BIG SASS BUTT FOLKS, there is a slight difference when we tally up the entire brother fracking deal here, me fwolks!!!!!!! You won't like what I'm about to say, so here is your trucking caveat-emptor right here and right now, YO. What if the Ancient Astronaut Theorists have some of this bullslit right? For one example, if the gods are advanced beings/entities, then as they claim, only they believe they come from inside our universe while it is blown out into this dream here in fifth dimensional hyperspace; and so what if they have been trying to send Jesus Christ back to us, and the MILITUFORCE is preventing this from happening, this SAME FORCE BEHIND IT ALL FROM 10-SC STREET, THE MIGHTY PAULA KING-DONALD TRUMP CLUB FROM HELL ITSELF (DOGTOWN), and the (LAMBRIGG CULT OF TECK BAY) on the BARDO (ASTRAL-PLANE-PURGATORY), is preventing the 'CHRIST-DROID' to get through and back to us? Maybe this world should have ended way back in the last century, and this entire perversion of digital technological inhuman grit, is the resulting factor of something that was not taken into consideration by those who planed the regular SALVATION-GAME, as well as the so-called END OF THE AGE, as is thought of by the religious folks, and especially the CHRISTIANS?????????? All I am saying is, YOU HAVE TO WONDER, and in light of all of this bizarre and totally trucking stunt grass unexplainable slit happening all around this doomed, and beyond ducked up HUMANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean we are living in a world where the televangelists everywhere swear by the most evil mother ducking criminal and dangerous dude (DJT), whoever walked this planet, insisting he is the great Christian and the great Savior, and yet he owns the great 666 building in NYC, and they don't even remember their own mother clucking goddang movies from 2000 on, with that SATAN-CHARACTER, 'Nickoli'? WOW, THIS GOES SO FRACKING FAR BEYOND SANITY, INSANITY, OR THE CHRIST ANDROID FROM THE 12-PLANET, THAT NO WORDS CAN EVEN HOPE TO START TO DESCRIBE ANYTHING AT ALL, PERTAINING TO ALL OF THIS NIGHTMARE ON STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mind Control 34343434343434 and all MACY PEEPS all over the place, can rest easy tonight, along with all the young hearts, and the mighty Tom Petty, and Slugger-Casey of Joyville, Mudville, non Berryville, all wrongly delivered Hamlin mail notwithstanding, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, huh wovewee fracking world?????????????????? Still, I KNOW what this TELLOSIAN flagging grit is all about, as do a lot of smart and very tight lipped others out here in Cyberville!!!!!!!! Oh yes if me ol' pal Bob McDowell were here, and we were boys again; he might chime in here and say to me, “vely vely vely tight lipped others out there”, and perhaps even “intelesting ones to ducking boot”, and with or without Mister Jokester Johnny Faster, at 100 miles per hour. I caught Dan Mackey laughing at this once, but he will never admit that to you, I'll be willing to bet; YO, me' old pal, and Ex-Chairman of the great and Non-Oz powerful Federal communications Commission!!!!!!! So Mister Chester-Frank, and Sir Russ Thaxton without the MIND-CONTROL initials added in, I will just say, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Mind Control influences our daily waking lives, BUTTTTT, and yes MC, BUTTERCHEESE, and Mister Sir Microsoft Spellchecker, it also influences just exactly why our spirit or our TRUE SELF, goes where it does, while our physical bodies lay at rest each night. Right again spellchecker, as to me; that usually does mean nightMARES, so give yourself a GOLD STAR, and a cupie-doll, yo yo yo yo!!!!

So is there any way to fight MIND CONTROL? Of course there is, but only in 'vely vely vely' non Mister FCC McDowell limited ways, yo. There are a few secrets, and through nearly thirteen and a half years of blogging, I have indeed mentioned them all; from the Danza Discovery, to the applied usage of FASCITAR! Still, Patty H cannot ever be fought and won, and I know this. Also, yes sir Spellchecker, I do in fact know THISSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Kane. I also know that life here on this lovely goddessdamn EARTH PLANET is not quite what it seems. Remember as a child, boys and girls, now men and women out here; how we would grab toy soldiers or dolls, and make an entire fantasy up around them? What you do not seem to realize is that we are also someone else's dolls and soldiers, and although we do have some free will, as this is a larger reality than just us as kids, and the controllers above us are not little children in a room without real power. ButTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT BUTTERCHEESE, and but peeps, it is indeed a mixture of us all doing our own thing to some degree, as well as a force above us, also pulling puppet strings when they wish to, and making it absolutely appear to us that it is all happening in our own minds; and so it is 'really our self' that is behind all that we do, as well as all that we think and feel. NOT TRUE, NOT SO. And knowing this truth, painful and dehumanizing as it may be, is necessary before any counter methods of counteracting these MIND CONTROLLING tactics can ever be accomplished in even the tiniest ways. I know a lot of hidden secret truths; and this makes me 'vely vely vely' dangerous to these ASTRAL GODS, and even more deadly perhaps to their Earthly counterpart system, the evil and demonic MILITUFORCE-BRIGGBASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On July 7, 2015, I drove over to the Saint Lucie Walmart, and LIGHTNING was all around me, and SHE loved me so completely and marvelously, that I have no words to ever thank HER anywhere nearly enough!!!!! Still, I do love the great one and only WALMART, and always will; YO peeps of the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AUGUST 5, 2015,

WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 7:35,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 82 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 89.

WIND IS SE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 12.

YESTERDAY'S TEMPERATURE RANGE----(H-91/L-71).

It is not any date nor any time. It is always the ENDLESS NOW, but OUR MINDS INSIST on creating a space-time dimension while we exist physically, here on this wonderful wovwee Earth-Planet.

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

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HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CHAPTER 10

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© MARK WAYNE MOHR

I have some gripes and other stuff to get off of my freaking dang chest, but then, WEIN?

Yesterday was extremely quiet; an outlandishly infrequent occasion for me, over the past two or three emmereffing years or so, my BRAHHH!!!

My first gripe, and pet peeve, to put it about as politely, and non-naughty, as a thousand dang Tommy Rowe's ever could do, without the jam or the jelly, from 1969, and all things that creepeth and crawleth; is about my residence and the preferential illegal treatment that some residents here have over others, such as myself. Hey Public Housing Authority of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Planet Earth; how come I cannot conveniently go back home and slowly move and find a new place to live, and as long as I pay my rent on this apartment, keep my stuff ''stored''? Regulations, says Mizz Debra Marotto! OK, fine; then how come James, from across the hallway to me, has been doing just exactly that same thing for three years; ''using that apartment for storage'', quoting exactly, the words of my resident manager, Mizz D-M? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, AND PH AUTHORITIES?????? Sounds like illegal preferential treatment to me; oh American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOY DO I JUST LOVE THE WAY MY LIFE IS 100 PERCENT OPPOSITE OF MARVELOUS MISTER TRUMP'S LIFE. HOPEFULLY, ANYONE READING THIS, UNDERSTANDS BASIC FACETIOUSNESS!

Now, let me talk a moment about the wonderful Mister Trump, speaking of facetious behavior and speech. As I said, he will make this country strong again; I have no doubt in my mind. You can't buy off a dude that has more money than the Almighty a dozen times over, literally. Still, there is always the 'ass' word; even though people in this generation, have forgotten all about this particular quick changing form of government. Then there is one other cool little item that needs to be seen in fuller light. The great man has an affinity of judging the 99% as 'winners' if we examine his motisoperandi in a more politely inverted view. IE, he actually discusses the one percent. Still, how much longer can this great almighty god in human flesh live amongst us as DJT? 20, 30, maybe even 40 more productive years at absolute max??????? Then what? Would it not be fair or correct to say one day, he will LOSE everything? I mean, you cannot take anything with you, and I assure you that he has no secret hidden powers socked away from the rest of us mere mortals. Looking at reality head on and totally fair and square; a time WILL COME, when judged by the man's own strict and quite unalterable standards; by his own austere and absolutely rigid definitions; he must become the one thing that he must dread to a proportion that even my hated of the flick cannot reach the darkest pits of; and that is, ''a loser''!!!!!!!!!! Now take a total kick bag grit head nobody, such as myself. I on the other hand CAN NEVER LOSE what I was never permitted to have. Whether I perish from this Earth today as mortal man Mark Wayne Mohr, or perish at the age of well past one hundred years; I won't ever lose. I cannot lose what I never had. Then the democratic party needs to see one other powerful item as this race moves forward, as a child can see that he already foresaw his main completion, and has this all planned out years ago, and is why the Hillary E-Mail scandal is here, and many other things will yet go down that none of you know about yet. There was a day in early summer time of 2009 if my memory is at all in tact; when his buddy Ann King was comped with a lovely room, and she took me down there to his hotel in Atlantic City, the great 1984 built and first built hotel of his gambling-chain there; and also Dawn and Leticia Tilley came along. When the hotel casino security system observed Leticia, everybody went crazy, and not just because a minor was standing around a gaming establishment, but because of the incredible resemblance to her distant cousin, Mariah Carey. Within 40 minutes, he was on his souped up high speed special whirlybird, and flew there from Manhattan, after being e-mailed a copy of the surveillance system photos. The man was crapping in his drawers, and he wouldn't land the helicopter on his own roof below the room that he had comped Ann with and that I was in at the time. I later learned through Ann king, that he for a short time, was trying to figure out what he might do if his wildest suspicions about me were correct. He actually believed that I somehow transported myself physically, & no I-Ching bullslit, but real physical time travel; to the year 1986, and brought her up to 2009 ,and along with us that day. If I believed something that ridiculous, or even people who make documentaries on the great CABLE SCIENCE CHANNEL, such as Professor Michio Kaku of NYU, made these claims, or even took it seriously for a minute; what chance would we ever have in political arena's? If a major war happens, would we be allowed to be in charge, you know, us whackadoodle nut job cases? You can argue that he was just teasing his pal Ann King, or always used to tease him about ripping off his hair-rug in front of a crowd; or you can doubt my sincerity, or even Ann's, should you like. Still, I believe that grit can always be checked out by our marvelous intelligence agencies, and then the facts can all be judged for themselves. Hey, maybe the country needs a leader who would believe this about me, huh Congressman Andrews? Remember me, the one who used to think he knew what life was all about, back in 1980, from Robin Hill, to Irenecaraville??????????? But then, if Democrats ever fear any of this, they know I am here, and not planning on going anywhere. He may be totally innocent of hurting Hillary and me, and all the things I have laid claims to. The ADA up in Camden, NJ-USA knows how my mom and I told them all that he was stalking us with that big chopper; and we were called ''liars'' by ADA Dick Wilson and ADA Donna Spinosi. Again, this is just for those who want to fight back, and keep a level playing field, before this total antichrist; who definitely KNOWS that time travel is real; as he himself has done it 2000 years ago when he showed our SAR (LORD) up on that large hill near Jerusalem, all the great kingdoms of the world. It sure wasn't a vision from the year 31 AD, and had to be more like 2000 AD or in that vicinity, if any real common sense would insist to prevail here in the matter; takes over this planet, as was predicted from millennia ago. And then there is my ten year blog, kind people. What are the dang odds that all of this is here, and all of these people are into all of this, and that things are now perfectly unfolding in time, exactly as they are? Do you want me to give you another big number, or can we all just agree that it is a large smother clucking one, and let it go at that???????????????????????????? JEEZ-LOUISE, YO!!!!

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They gave U another hot Mike a week ago 'Tod-W', U-R so cool, dude!!!!!

AUGUST 6, 2015,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:55,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 90 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-91/L-73).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELS LIKE 193.

WIND IS SE AT 13, GUSTING TO 14.

GGGGGGGEE I am so plucking stupid, I don't have a dern glass clue what's going on all these rotten gas years, folks! These dirt bag clucking Callio's, right, SIR Fred Tandy Winstein???????

It is hot and humid this horrible afternoon, like WOW and like SHIT!

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Gender	Male
Industry	Military
Occupation	persecution study statistic
Location	Fort Pierce, Florida, United States
Introduction	Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Interests	Finding my way home to the void infinity.
Favorite Movies	Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.
Favorite Music	Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonata, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.
Favorite Books	Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?

Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.

Diana was incredible around just past 5 this morning, folks. HER LIGHTNING & HER MOON, were both in the eastern skies. Even though LIGHTNING was flashing right near her moon-rise, both were clear; as when it is dark, we can C lightning far beyond the curvature of the Earth's limitations, because we R seeing what Mountainpen has named and labeled, 'reflection-flashes'. She is back now again, at just shy of 1 PM, and SHE knows that my enemies R nearby me and covertly messing with me, and screwing with me, in covert ways. A few R more direct, and I know they R there, and they know that I know it also, good peeps, and great FBI!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON This 31^st DAY IN JULY OF 2024, WITH MAJOR COMPUTER HACKS, NOISE, AERIAL HARASSMENT'S AND WHOEVER IS STEALING MY PERSONAL PROPERTY UNLESS IT IS MY AGENT, WHOM I NEED; AND CAUSING ME ENDLESS PERSECUTION MISERIES AND, AND ALSO IS LEADING 2 MY SOON EVENTUAL SUICIDE; AND 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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

An updated Morianity Secrets Thermometer Scale needs 2-B posted, FBI, so here it goddessdog is, YO!!!!!

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This blog has a lot more 2 say and tell, but anyone with half a working brain left after 30 years of this nonsensical digital computer age, and now this beyond nutso whack job social media foolishness; knows just what is being said in-between so many endless lines of this blogging work. If I came right out, pow, I would zoomed right off this blog site and banned 4 ever, so I cannot cross many red-lines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sheriff; I am sick and tired of these harassing creditor phone calls on debts THAT R-15+ YEARS OLD, & this should B illegal!

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Posting up at around half past 1 PM

on Wednesday, July 31, of demonic-2024

A Tooth Falling Out In Me' Sleep, Saved Me From Declaring a BOTBAR Day Yesterday, and the DJIA WALL STREET's Record Highs Each Day, and Super Bullish Stocks Rally, is Good 4 the Biden-Harris Presidential Deal; So TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly-M

OH CHESTER-FRANK, SIR!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

''YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,

MY VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA, NJ, AND A BIG-GLASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE''. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

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