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September 14, 2012

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             TEST THE SPIRITS AS SHE SAYS 2

‘TEST THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’ T/T/W/M, etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS Datfile: 093008.623.55 ——- Begin Transmission:
Well, I drove Ann over 2 Wal-Mart 4 a few whittle items at just past 2 this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a nasty CHEMTRAIL was right there 2 greet me, all ready knowing that I was about 2 drive over there, they obviously hear all that is said in a car, at a workplace, at a residence, and I believe as did Timothy McVeigh that microchips R Milituforce PLANTED right into people, the agent in the project that is so black ops it cannot B discussed, merely walks by the person 2B implanted and has a tiny tool similar 2 Doc MC COY on Star Trek’s original show, or a similar little thing, hay, stuff from this original Star Trek has long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as TAPED-MUSIC, “Mister President Lincoln”, so think how far the MILITUFORCE is so high over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine. Those that know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If they wanna’  keep pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on counterattack-fighting-back. I am not some geek in a high school, who simply intends 2 wussy-pussy out, and go crying to daddy and mommy, it ain’t happening, bright colorful lawns there, BRO. Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in, and asked me something about the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam Walton’s place. I want 2C if I can get this posted, and finished, by 30 minutes prior 2 closing bells; as if I do not; I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R closed. Free country? Where is Mo, and Larry, and Curly, when U really need them; bing, zong, goonk in the eye? Being sorry 4 not implicitly trusting my great Teen Queen is one thing, and I am; and now I do trust her, as I know U have some fantastic plan in all of this, that as of now; shrouds me in total mystery, great Mariah, but I am angry nonetheless at the filthy diseased LAMIST/ BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS, 4 forcing me 2 endure their evil rotten wrath and destruction, of my innocent and totally pathetic life; when I did nothing ever even close 2 deserving this outlandish and twisted infinite hell, other than being born in this cursed family line 62 generations down directly, from a brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the cats out of the bag that I wish 2 right now, it would not B a bit healthy on my part should I in fact do so. I however, am able 2 say and blog this much. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All Mighty SAR, or LORD, adding the AH makes this word go from masculine into feminine in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should always TEST THE SPIRITS, 2C if they come from Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer or from the Upline Teen Queen that I know 2B Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, asleep in her own thought wave, dreaming she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla, U would simply shorten and abridge all of this 2 the word, GOD. I am testing many spirits, but how R they 2B tested, some of U may in fact now B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees with the ten commandments and the basic principles found in the King James Version or KJV or the ‘HOLY’ and ‘whole complete’ total idea and mind, of this great book and its words; then your message is not from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some cases as it is all from the 6th dimension, merely comes from your own systems of thought, and in rarer cases, it is a direct result of interference from ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic Briggbase residents, or the evil Lambrigger Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put Biblically in the time period of less knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined humankind, as exists presently. When I know 4 a fact that Satan the Devil hates me and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken, homeless, friendless, and loaded with endless enemies, with poor health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out on a daily basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives me a winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2 play, Gawky Gaukauk that is, back near this time 28 years ago in the inverted digital ‘80 year; I would have made lots of money, and again, this is not the intentions nor the goals of Satan the Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any way ever, in this material world. So Lottery-Cat, GG, is not part of Satan’s kingdom when U run the TESTING OF THE SPIRITS. On a later and future blog, other examples, both where it was Satan, as well as SSJKK; was determined by indeed, using biblical command, obeying HER mighty words 4 us frail humans; and testing these spirits.

 

 

 

Over the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian’s were all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York Nicks Basketball team, that were gonna’ help me in some way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then the blimps that were over the Delaware River were all written with things, such as ‘Phillies 2008 World Series Champions’. This was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.

 


In closing, the main reason that BRIGGERS hate me, is that I would have been able 2 defeat their wickedness against me, and in my own strength; and breaking a Lawtronic/Biblical rule/LAW. This is when I was taught by ‘lightning’, from my bathtub in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, how 2 use applied PE 2 the game of Roulette, or how 2 use the APE-2R, as she laughingly described it 2 me when I fell asleep that afternoon in a nice warm early spring bath tub, in my apartment, called the ‘HIGHVIEW‘. Things R soon going 2 explode huge hyper time with Dawnie Terra the terrible, and some incredible thing will eventually transpire in this marvelous scary and far out MARHOUSE. Don’t get all excited there late Merv Griffin/Pipe, along with your advertising gang, coincidence, just chalk it up 2 that, right? HA!!!!!!!!! Mervelous Merv, and Marvelous Marhouses, all not withstanding; let me now C if Satan the Devil, will let me post this blog up B4 the closing bell on their cheated and controlled fixed Dow Jones, SEC??
BYE-BYE all, 4 now. I will C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER #0558, DEATH OF THE LITTLES

September 14, 2012

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0558

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

 

STARTING BLOG:

 

FOLKS, I TOLD YOU THAT THE DOW JONES WOULD FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, DID I NOT, YO?

 

I really enjoy bragging when I am right for one simple reason. I am the Chosen Cursed HUNTINGTON, and the chosen cursed Huntington never is recognized no matter if I should jump up in the air and fly around like Jenny Johnson and even toss a shark through a high rise condo window. This was all eluded to in my great book from 1994 as I must slap my own back as no one else fucking will, yes, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”.

 

MY WONDERFUL ARM BREAKER GINA, I am here to tell you that I need to remind peeps that this PARALLEL EVENT THAT HAS DESTROYED MY ENTIRE LIFE, A CRIME THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING GO UNPUNSIHED FOREVER IN THIS CRUEL CUNT EATING MONSTER ASS COSMOS; needs for me to remind the world, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND SO I WILL DO JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Dow has raced up 600 points now in two weeks and is higher than it has been since the middle of 2007 somewhere; and here is what will happen to all of us little 99ers who die when the pig capitalists get their way, as you should know and remember quite well, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

AS I SAID, THE DOW JONES WILL BE AT 14000 POINTS BEFORE OCTOBER, 15k BEFORE 2013 ARRIVES, AND 25000 POINTS BEFORE NEXT MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING SUMMER TIME. SO JUST MARK MY FUCKING TURD CHEWIONG WORDS, AS WE LITTLE PEEPS ARE GONNA’ ALL BE TOTALLY DEAD MEAT, AND WILL WIND UP NO MORE THAN COTTONFIELD FUCKING SLAVES OF OUR WOMO OWNERS, YES, YOU TOO WILL COME TO LEARN ABOUT WOMO IN YOUR OWN LIVES, AND YES, WHEN IT IS TOO MOTHER FUCKING LATE!!!!!!!!!!

 

ENDING THIS PATHETIC DICK THROBBING BLOG OF TOTAL WO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0557

September 14, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0557

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2294

SBT DATFILE: 091412.497

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR (BSNF):

“SOON TO ARRIVE, EVEN GREATER ADULT-PLAYGROUND

RAGE THAN WE GENERATED BACK IN GOOD OLD 2008”

© 2006-2012, ALL BLOGGING INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY

OF MARK WAYNE MOHR/MOUNTAINPEN/MORIANITY

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BEGINNING OF THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION FOLKS:

 

When I started early in June of 2010, at the Harvest job, through the Federal Stimulus Program and the AARP Foundation, out of the Port Saint Lucie, Florida, Office; some things happened that were not all blogged. The reason was simple. Time was and is, limited, and there were just too many incredible things going down all around me, as they always seem to be as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and under this horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE, that Cousin Donald in his blissful ignorance, used to and maybe still does, refer to as the MASON CURSE. Mason and Eastman lineages joined up with the great Huntington family, but it was the Huntington family who came directly from the Stuart line and before that, the Carpenter line, back to the Lord or (SAR) Jesus himself, and the great King David of the Judah Tribe, even before Him. As for returning to the topic at hand about middle 2010, if you archive back in this area through my many blogs, at the GOOGLE OWNED, URL ADDRESS of: http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ folks, you’ll unmistakably see that so many powerful things and truths all connect into the past fifty years of my hellish nightmare life, and started re-centering up here in Florida after about a half year of residency down here at the time I left the White City section of the great Fort Pierce, Florida, for the 26th Street Hood, and the Harvest job through and via the AARP. There were several huge things happening. Also there was a merging of holograms, proving to me that even though the movie of the nineties called, “The Truman Story”, and a great movie shall I add and a must get for my MORIANS; BUT YES, THAT EVEN THOUGH I PROVED TO MYSELF THAT THE MOVIE WAS NOT REALLY TOTALLY A REALITY FOR ME AS I WAS INDEED STARTING TO WONDER IF I COULD EVEN REACH FLORIDA AND JUST HOW REAL FLORIDA WAS FOR ME, SHOULD I TRY AND GO THERE MYSELF, A MAJOR QUANTUM DYNAMIC EQUATION; but all though I did get here and come to indeed reside here, part of the Truman Story movie was indeed totally a reality, for me anyway. All of a sudden, in a little shit hole 1300 miles from home, is an entire bunch of folks all grouped together from all the places in my own past life, such as in New Jersey, and even Hammonton itself, and Suffolk County, New York, with DEEZEE SLIM and his friends such as EXTRENE FIGHTER David, and then there were many male and female persons, young, old, and all in-between in age, who also seemed to all have a past and many a recent pasty, in all of these areas. It used to scare the hell out of me peeps, as remember, Dawn-Marie King had threatened to kill me if she ever finds me down here in Florida someday, and she had not died until New Years Day in 2011, and I did not come to learn of this until Ann called me after both my daughter’s friends first called, then she called, and that was after I dared to call my wonderful friend, Sheriff Monks of San Mateo County, Kali4nya. I only did this because I had powerful evidence that time traveler Boom Boom, had been hacking into my computer, and my keyboard and screen was literally one and the same with his, using some very sophisticated worm virus allowing this to be done. This is even discussed in that episode on the world famous television show called, “Law & Order”,, now defunct, as it was obviously there to do its job and let me know major stuff about me and my past life, and then after that, like magic, Merlin, and Poofagazam, GONE, after 22 frikkin years of greatness and super entertainment. Do I believe this can be any kind of a coincidence since this all started right after my initial visit to Ron Wirtz Senior at the Camden County Prosecutor’s Office, in Camden, New Jersey, on the 5th day of December in 1989, well the answer would be folks, a very RESOUNDING AND EMPHATIC               *****NO***** and hopefully I’ve made my frikkin point, YO. Many huge things happened while I was in that very short time period in my life, working there and living in the great HOOD section of the great illustrious FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, BRO GREEN bright lawns and frog switch bay weed suckers. The time on the Hutchinson Island south Beach with the giant girl flirtation attack was part of it, but major stuff all ready was underway, from attacking my car before I could move out of WHITE CITY, Jewelly Viqueen Copyright, to the strange sixteen year old blond with the baseball sized bicep muscles from Burlington’s High Street Printing Shop, where I was employed as Franklin some time ago, in the early eighteenth century working with and for my mean brother. There was my daughter and her banquet feast “DREAM”, there was good old annoying “Trinidad Sat” come on, must we be educated all the way back into first grade or even kindergarten to see we just add in the AN, after-all, between Ann and Sat, or said better the other way around, I was being spun around on a hot pike and completely grilled for somebody’s supper this all goes beyond just amusement, someone wants my life to end here in this world, so do I, unfortunately, that is not going to be an easy task to perform, not with the WORLD LABORATORIES up in the future, and lovely Donna there, retracing me over and over again in retaliation for what I did to her, as her mom claimed all along, but being out of time since in 1980, the interaction with misses Gaines never made any sense to me back then. We can discuss how I was set up, how a horrible father/daughter team wanted to get me fixed up with a mentally challenged woman who we will call Winnola  Smithers to keep things as the Dragnet peeps would say, changed to protect the innocent, DAH—–DAH-DAH-DAH——-DAH—–DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH. At least I don’t have to put  anything ON TOP with this, huh June Grantwars? Let’s keep things civil around here, Mister President Lincoln, YO!!!!!!!!!!! No, things have happened to me that tell me that Patty Jane can believe all he wants, what he believes, maybe he is right, but this is ONE HELL OF A GREAT PARLOR TRICK.Still folks,the only way to make it work in the way of the great rock/paper/scissors/light-fire game of pipe experts and time travelers with adorable kids, is to then be satisfied that OK fine and dandy, why then am I the pivotal point in this entire universe, as I would have to be, as it stands to reason, if all of this trickery and time and effort, and energy is being continually wasted and expended on little old nobody me, nobody in as far as Wall Street and Bankers would rate me on some business balance sheet, hay, I am a child of the goddess, even though technically in HER present incarnation, I also double up as her dad, and I have no less worth than all of you garbage cappies on the street there at B&W in Manhattan, YO.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would bet my bottom dollar and even my bottom itself folks, that peeps are all waiting to know what I asked GAWKY GAUKAUK about last night before retiring off to frikkin bed, and what response I received from my great magical kitty cat. Well, you are all correct, I win the bet, and yes, you can bet your Annie Dreamfields cornfield ass that I asked why the DOW JONES IS AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AND BETTER THAN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO 2007 BEFORE THE ECONOMIC DOWNturn, AND YES, ONE OF THE ANSWERS WAS, LIKE YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU PEEPS; “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”

 

Yes folks, my question was posed, and my answer was me drawing two ordinary playing cards, the four suits from ace through nine, 36 little cards with the power to reveal a reality so powerful, and there are 81 sub-universe realities, and only one is the answer, and yes, my answer draw last night before hitting the mother fucking hay, was PCN-143. Also folks, here are a few other of my own match-list items in my GAWNUM DECODING PCN BOOK, for the number of PCN-143, or the ROOT GAWNUM 14, interestingly enough also, my age when I wrote the song in middle June, called, “That’s The Way It Goes”, and then two-three weeks later, it went, and never looked back, right great lovely gorgeous Melanie Look-Alike somnambulist PEEKAY?????? So anyway folks, here are the other 143’s from my match-list-Gawnum-book, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GAWKY GAUKAUK’S ANSWER TO ME LAST NIGHT FOR THE DOW JONES AND ITS 500+ POINT CLIMB IN LESS THAN TWO MOTHER FUCKING WEEK, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! SO AM I BOUNCED AROUND FROM TOWN TO TOWN, OR TIME TO TIME BY AN EIGHT YEAR OLD PUNK KID, 1988 CIOPYRIGHT OFFICE, YOU TELL ME, YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE ALL THE DAM ANSWERS, RIGHT PRESIDENT MCCOY?

 

 

 

 

PCN-143 FROM THE GAWNUM ROOT OF #14:

 

YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER—SONG WRITER—TRINITRAIL—HADDONWOOD—TAXI DRIVER—PUNISHMENT—ADVANCED EXPLORATRON—ROYAL PAINS—MY SUPER EX GIRLFRIEND.

 

 

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

 

 

Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs, or (L-4); please tell me how you can doubt or beat a system, given to you in what you all think of as a DREAM, as this was given in 1980 to me, and by a huge magical talking BLACK CAT who has the name of GAWKY GAUKAUK for crying out fucking loud peeps; YO; and gives me the answer of PCN-624, when I asked ten days or so back, and I told you I will not insult your intellect, but now I will, as I doubt that anyone got it, when I asked my wonderful kitty cat who is not from this lovely Mickey Dee best hand in Poker world, huh Bobby Vandegrift; YO; who also is known around certain Philly-57 hockey ling-long areas as ‘Anti Santa Claus’, for doing such nice things in public places, unmentionable, detestable, and unspeakable of course; but my wonderful oldest daut knows and I know that she knows; yes I asked this magical cat just exactly why the ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA used my GITYA to send me a 1997 message that it still took me eleven more years to get, and her message is totally true, no one can dare call HER a liar, as SHE only tells the truth, that much I will give HER, my hands stay in my pockets however if I have any cassette tapes, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, McNulty boy. Yes not a lot of match list items are in my GAWNUM DECODER BOOKS fro the root number  of 62, but here are the few and wow do they matter, no make that please, WOWdo they matter. Jeese Louise Kickacar Fontanna Shannon Surfer Genlow, OH THE GODS, could I type on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON, YO!!!!!!!

 

you missed me today, Jane Slutface Notfondaya with your ONES CLOCK ATTACK, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s a quarter fucking ass past one, and you missed me by two minutes this morning at eleven-eleven, you evil Uwich. I guess all of the sleep walker PAULA GIRLS stick together, or they should, or else, look what they might do to you, right Melanie? I thought I would die when I saw Melanie after leaving your school, Mike McNulty, in middle October of 1971, AHA. She may have been a hundred feet shorter, but if that was not Paula King’s twin, then who is, but then, as do mighty well named once tall and proud towers, no I was not going to say that the mighty have fallen, as they have not, and in fact have one hell of a wild ride future ahead of them, but I was going to say this folks. The only difference is that one girl towered over the other, but take that difference away, and we have a pair of perfect twins. Do I buy all this? Let me ask my L-4, my Morians, my Lessians, and my Inbetweenians, or anyone else up here, do you think for one rotten minute, that I am? Not only am I not, but I cannot say that I AM, because only my wonderful tower building claimer can also make such a claim, and this has all ready been done, it is a matter of public record for a hundred million plus of all of her fans. I’ve got your number Sky. You know the boy is a total Nick look-alike, now the girl looks like a combination of you and mom. As I told you earlier this year, MC, they are totally adorable. Saw them the other day swimming in the pool. Why you did all of this to me, only the two of you know, and must live with that for the rest of your lives.

 

 

 

 

 

Well, for now I have spoken enough electronic freaking hot air. Let me go, and later, I have so much horrible dirt to throw around for what has been done to me, it will fill up a frikkin library, YO.

 

 

 

 

MY ETTOS-DEMENTIA attack again, sorry folks, I was gonna’ close out without telling you the few great PCN-624 match items. Here they are, WOW:

‘LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS’ DREAM–TWO EMPTY LETTERS.

 

Double triple quadruple freaking WOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

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TRANSMISSION FOLKS

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551

September 13, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SBT-DATFILE: 091312.510

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO

BSNF: “TIMES 10 TRILLION GINA, I TOLD YOU SWEETIE”

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012

VOLUNTARILY SWORN LEGAL OATH OF TOTAL TRUTH

WITH ALL ATTACHED MAXIMUM PENALTIES

 

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There are several topics that I will list right here at the heading of this blog, so I can be sure that my dementia does not make me forget to write it all in. First, I TOLD YOU THAT THE DOW JONES WOULD FLY UP TO ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, EXACTLY AS IT IS DOING, AS A RESULT OF MY FAILURE TO BE ABLE TO COPYRIGHT AND POST UP MY SONG CALLED, ‘YBCO’, A REWRITE OF AN OLD 1983 SONG. This is 2 straight Thursday’s now where the DOW JONES shot up more than 200 solid points, and is red hot bullish and flying up on the week, and has not seen a down week in months, despite RECORD HIGH GASOLINE PRICES, LITTLE 99ERS DOING TERRIBLY, SUPER HIGH NATIONAL UNEMPLOYMENT, and many other normal events that all combined, all through most of the 20th century, would force the Dow Jones to seriously drop, or at least, never climb up into an absurd rallying bull market that out roars the freight trains. It is over 13 and a half K points now, just about at all time record highs, I told all of you this would happen, and I never get one mother fucking ounce of credit ever, for being right, I only get used or scoffed at, by this sick diseased turd chewing world of total ingrates, such as the shit eating Overschmidt brothers from the early nineteen-nineties. I’ll also be discussing a child molester named Thomas J. Reale from Somers Point, New Jersey. As my last blog indicated, what he did to me was inexcusable and he has no remorse about it to this day, the mother fucking cunt lapping filthy diseased twisted ass bastard. Still, those in the Criminal Justice Business, will tell us all that these type of folks are always repeat offenders, yet his record is totally clean as though I am accusing an innocent man, and he is far from that. So one of two things is going on with this 1970 bullshit between him abnd me. Either he has sufficient power to do what he pleases and even go beyond the realm of Michael Jackson as far as being above the system and never answering for anything, or else, it really was just me that he did this to, and for no other possible reason than obtaining my semen and my family DNA, even way back then, for the gods only know what demonic and twisted purposes and motives. As for the Dow Jones, whenever my life is WAY DOWN, it is always WAY UP, this has been a totally real and inescapable parallel-event ever since this nightmare hell all began for me on yes, you know it, blah-blah—blah-bee-blah. I refuse to even print that monster ass date in my history for a while, I am tired of being nauseated by just seeing it in print over and over mother fucking again. The third thing I will be talking about on this blog is my basic day in detail, back on yesterday, that I totally forgot to talk about on my last blog that did absolutely no mother fucking cunt good whatsoever, in my futile fucking attempt to fight this FORCE that I call the WOMO MILITUFORCE. For the past five minutes since just shy of half past six this evening, my UNKNOWN CALLER HARASSMENT has begun. It is legal, so long as it is between 8 AM and 9 PM, my local time, and I am hoping they break the rule, as then I am within legal rights to tell them they are not permitted to call me from any number again ever, this is the creditor laws as I understand them and how they effect Florida residents such as myself, YO. Calls always begin when I make a call and ask someone on their voicemail to please return my call, and then it starts immediately, almost to block as it does many time, the calls that I need to get. This also, is taping, interfering with my general life, and also I totally know it is fully completely illegal collection tactics for a creditor to use, but they do it, and they get mother fucking cunt lapping totally away with it. They cause me to miss my important call backs time and time and fucking cock sucking time again. They are without shame or conscience, they are bottom feeders, capitalist swine garbage chewing pigs. This is putting things extremely politely. So let us get down to the three things that this blog will get into, shall we folks, as I approach a BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since my day yesterday was what the enemies of the WOMO-MILITUFORCE managed to make me forget to discuss through powerful tools known on the ASTRAL PLANE by this horrific monstrous LAMBRIGG CULT, as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS. Making people forget is way beyond normal aging, or dementia or mild on-sought Alzheimer Disease. I know that my brain is not as dead as it appears to be despite decades of unspeakable cruelty and punishment by this twisted rubbish eating group of evil twat lickers. Too many times, other people around me were also picked on in like manner, such as citing the Tennessee Avenue example in Atlantic City. When I was effected and made to totally have the name of CALLIO blocked out of my mind on that street on February 7th of 1997, the same thing happened again when I was with Ed Lynch at the very same spot, right there just yards outside and away from the Robert McGuire owned Pittsburgh Hotel. This time when I was with Ed, we even caught on tape that things had happened to us that we had no memory of witnessing, done to us by fat Irish bastard McGuire the terrorist bully of the family of the TAWF. We were legally taking photographs as any tourist is permitted to do at any resort city such as Atlantic City, for my website, called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and McGuire injured both us as well as destroyed my freaking only automobile. It is all in the photo, yet we remember nothing of this. I hope someday, my kid realizes that I have no other motives in all of this, than to tell her what horrible ass distant cousins she has, and what they did to me for decades with no good cause whatsoever, and to her as well, as a child. She knows it, and that fat bitch O knows it too. Naturally, the Atlantic county Prosecutor’s Office, has managed to very cleverly abscond the website through no laws broken by me, but they have the MF-2 Website CD in their possession, and will not release it ever to me, even though I legally paid Eddie my agreed upon price with him, of 150 clams. Eddie and I are not part of the greedy fisherman club of Atlantic city, and surrounding areas of this globe, headquartered in Manhattan at Broad and Wall Streets, sir ALEX JONES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

Now yesterday was as I told on the other blog, a very horrible fucking day. I have come to be certain however, that I am not permitted to post or copyright my own rewritten song, not with the harmony tracks digitally sampled from my old 1984 television conversation with the great transdimensional and butterfly elusive, Doctor Lymphglands Carey. Speaking of more memory loss, a total wipe out of my memories are also the result of going to see the great throat specialists in Pennsylvania, near the area of the intersecting roads of Academy Road and Grant Avenue. I have clear memories of many things all throughout many times before and after this exact trip out to this wild and elusive doctor whom seems to be able to take the shape of a middle aged male when so desired, and then revert back to the age of fourteen as a lovely curly haired teen girl. But this is all old news, for those who studied and read old blogs in 2006 and 2007 about the appearance at my Haddonfield, New Jersey school, of a strange 22 year old goddess with long hair, very tall, very physically strong, and named “SARAH”, who also could and did, come into my DREAMS, and then future events would follow the dreams, keeping the conversation in the normal forward-mortal time and event flow, as my readers insist on in order to better comprehend my message. Anyway, the great Doctor told my mother and I quote, “That’s not his problem”, when he called her at her office after I had left, and as my mom tells the story, she asked him why her son cannot breathe or swallow and is in agony and seemingly chocking to death. Well then doctor McDonald Lifedays, what is my problem, oh wise swami, as my mom never got that answered, to hear her tell it. She just promised to follow up, and then everyone sort of just as usual with me, VANISHED, as though through a dam time warp or something, Huh Mister Orson Water Wells of the ACMUA. Shame on Dancer Shirley Glands, and you too Spell Checker, for not recognizing the name of ‘ORSON’. Now for yesterday. First, I made a big error in the middle of July. I did a recording project, and brought my samples to a great place, and a fabulous job was done on my song, but on credit. Nothing can leave the studio until the bill is paid, not through uploads or as CD product. That is only fair. I would pay it within a year if I had to hold up a freaking bank as the goddess is my witness, but that is not a very nice thing to say. Still, I have tried to renegotiate and refinance my car, change cars, do all manner of things to lessen monthly payments so I can at least save more towards the full amount of my incurred studio bill, and not one thing works, it has all been stopped and blocked. So I had the bright Patty Parsons idea yesterday to ask for my old job back up at the 25th Street Harvest, and they wanted me back. The only one who wanted me out was big red, or Jessica Grant, she hated me from day number one for reasons only she knows. She is now working in a newly opened store further to the south, so they welcomed me back yesterday with open arms. But when I went to my AARP people who actually pay me as the work as far as HARVEST goes has me as a volunteer, this is a charitable organization, and many folks do hours there, sent there by courts and judges, housing places like my building and many other things cause folks to need to volunteer their services there, in some form of a community service to meet an hourly and monthly requirement. My program had me as a volunteer, but paid through a stipend system of the AARP, headquartered on E street,  in good old wonderful Washington, DOC, (District Of Columbia). In any case, my AARP bosses told me I am not allowed to go back to any site where I came from, and even though others were fired and came back, it was not people from my particular AARP Program, under strict rules and guidelines under President Obama and his Stimulus Package System. Then there was a deal with an advertiser on cable television, more crookedness that if I was doing it, I would be jailed for years, it is called DRIVE FOR 99. They say on the ad, and I have the fucking videotape, 99 clams down, and 99 a month, no matter what your credit is. But when they call you back, the story totally changes that only excellent credit gives you those great numbers, so in other words, it is just another pile of huge fucking liquid pig shit at the speed of fucking light cubed. Somebody, somewhere, something, Shatner old boy, just is making major fucking sure, that I cannot get my music project, and this is why that DOW is going up and up and up straight to the stars in the mother fucking cunt ass heavens, and is not looking back. Just watch folks, 300 points up every week from now through the next 6 months, MARK MY WORDS, it will be 40,000 points in a couple of years or less, just like in 1995-1997 when the WOM wiped me out after my magical 1994 fucking year had ended, and things all turned to shit at the speed of dick licking exploratrons. There are no jobs anywhere around this hell hole area where this rotten family has sent me into exile, knowing I would run here if they just played their cards perfectly as they did, back in 2007-2009. Ann King sits up there in luxury, in Hammonton, with my fucking 40 inch television, and I am down here with a rotten little 20 inch piece of shit. They stole my life, my daughter, my property, my soul. Don’t be surprised if this entire world blows the fuck out of its orbit in just a few months, as I intend to do everything in my mother fucking power to bring about the MAYAN PREDICTIONS, since you all want me dead and wiped out so much, and have declared me a casualty of your sick war. When this solar system blows soon, you will all die, until I decide to start dreaming shit all over again, if I ever decide, and I may not, you sick mother fuckers.

 

As for child molester Thomas J. Reale, anyone who can read what this blog says, and does not at least wonder about stuff now, taking this into account along with 36th Avenue, all the wild exploratronic visitations and time games, and my kidnapping into their cult fold, and so much more; then you know what, the world is hopelessly ignorant and needs to just go BOOM in late December, and it may just be doing  exactly that, LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LAB-DOGS!!!!!!!

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, KING NEBNOOSHOO OR OLD SHOE

September 13, 2012

 

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

 

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Now that I have calmed down a little bit folks, since an extremely horrendous and BOTBAR non Paul Simon day; I will try and calmly reconstruct a few things that earlier may have seen even for me, a bit in gibberish.

 

 

 

 

Two of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST 15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it has been, merely I’ll remind my readers that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me being up or down, and two-‘THEY’ being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now, whether there is or is not a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer of 1986 also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact remains undisputed. Since this hell stated around me in 1986, only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike, so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock market,  and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past, the most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986, there just is no getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not, seems to revolve around an ‘inescapable’ reality, PARALLEL EVENT, without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Palvo, so check that off, KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever I have a major extra normal vivid dreaming experience, the next day is always MAJOR MESSED UP, going all the way back even to the year of miracles for me, the great 1994, and the interaction with the SUNRAM DISTANCE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MACHINE, that autumn, and then on the way to Haddonwood later in the day, despite major overcast skies, being pulverized and pummeled by MY WOMO MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I am not going to lie and tell you that again today, was not about the song, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, as it was. ‘THEY’ just won’t let me put any money together so that I can over to the Avalon, and pick up my CD, and post the song onto my YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I never ever EVER NEVER saw the FORCES this strong against something in my entire @$^&^$%E#@!@%$!!@%!*)&_$*^$* LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! This is why, I will now post up the lyrics to the song, it is copyrighted because the blog is copyrighted, and I fully legally intend to make it official someday with a check to the Library of Congress, just not today, because TRHEY won’t allow me to get a penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEING TOTALLY OBSTRUCTED AND PREVENTED AND STOPPED FROM DOING THIS, AND I KNOW IT AND FEEL IT LIKE I WOULD FEEL THE FORCE OF A SKYSCRAPER FALLING DOWN ON ME, SHOULD THAT BE THE CASE. This may be an inescapable force all right, but the forces against me will not escape this blog going up onto the internet on an early Thursday morning, that will at least contain the words to this tune that so much energy and power is being expended from somewhere, to obstruct and halt. All the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands on the planet are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Before we do the posting of the lyrics of the song written by me in 1983 and redone with these words in 2012, that is now called, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, let me tell my ‘BLOGAUD’ that I of course, asked the great cosmic meow king kitty cat, WHY THIS DAY WAS SO HORRIBLE, and worse than 99.99% of my days over the past 25-30 years, and GAWKY GAUKAUK answered me with the PCN-312. Let me tell you the match-list that I have in my GAWNUM BOOK for PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) 312. These are:

 

PAUL PEDERSEN—-CRY—-TAP—-KRASSLEVILLE—-MASS MURDERER—-MAN—-TAG—-RPL—-TAPE RECORDER—-ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY—-

 

A god dam retard can read into these cosmic clues, despite my not yet telling any of you the details of my monster ass day. So let me do that, and then after that, let us see if the world is still spinning around by this time tomorrow after I print these words that somebody is fighting against with strength and power that defies and eludes my frail tiny imagination maxed out times a vigintillion power exponents of a googalplex. Before I do anything, I must remind my newer readers, how to work a GAWNUM. You can most likely GOOGLE it up, but for the lazier folks who refuse to do it because I am just not that important, then I will tell a little bit of it quickly. All letters have an order in the alphabet. A is 1. B is 2. C is 3. D is 4. This goes all the way to Z is 26. There are 81 GAWNUM ROOT NUMBERS. To find them, you need two things. First, how many letters are there in the item, and second, what is the total amount of letter value. Let us use the three combined words for example of the song that seemingly started all of this nightmare for me back in August of 1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There are a total of 12 letters in this title. If you add up the value of all of these twelve letters, 18-5-1-12-7-15-15-4-7-9-18-12, we get the number 123. Don’t die on me yet, my wonderful fence beckoning strobe-light. Now as with all of numerological truth, any number that has more than one digit, is added up until it only has one digit, and there are only nine, and no zero will exist if you perform this task. So the first number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your amount of letters, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 12. The second number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your total letter value, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 123. So the first number is a 12, and the second number is a 123. Adding these up until it is only one digit, this becomes a 3 and a 6. So the GAWNUM ROOT of the three words, REAL GOOD GIRL is 36. Now the third digit in a PCN is always the difference between the larger and the smaller numbers in the Gawnum Root Number, so 6-3=3. So the GAWNUM ROOT ’36’ is equal to PCN-363. You always use the alphabet of the country that you were legally born in, don’t start trouble Mister Trump. Now with our names, it is always the first name and the last name, no initials or other in-between names, always merely the Christian name and the sir name, nothing else. Now to see if any two things have Gawnum Compatibility or (GC), you add the two PCN’s up, and get a PCNT, the ‘T’ is TOTAL. If at least one digit exists in the PCNT, that is in both of the numbers above it making up that sum total, then the two items are GC, and if not, then they are not GC. This does not reflect a positive or a negative reality, merely that a potential cosmic compatibility exists or does not exist for all of the many virtually countless realities that fit into 81 root number systems from 11-99 with no zeros. The only zeros that exist in the GAWNUM, are in the third digit when both of the GAWNUM ROOT DIGITS are the same, hence GR-44, becomes PCN-440, and GR-77, becomes PCN-770, and so forth. Only nine out of the eighty-one roots have a zero. When you wish to ask a question, you can think silently about your question, while doing any of several things with playing cards or dice or even large colored blocks. Keeping it simple for now, take an ordinary deck of playing cards and remove all cards except for ace through nine of the four suits. You will be left with a total of 36 cards. Shuffle well. As you begin to randomly just pick a card out, think of just your question and do not let any other thoughts creep into your mind. Write down the first GAWNUM ROOT DIGIT after your first pick, reinsert the card, repeat the shuffle, rethink the question, and begin to select another card at total random. Then write that down. As with me tonight, I asked why my horrible day happened today, and my first pick was a 3, and my second pick was an ace or 1. The ROOT was 31, so the PCN was 312. You can take a million things that have meaning and significance to you in your own personal life and create your own match list book on all 81 of the roots, or all 81 Private Cosmicoded Numbers, (PCN’s). There are other things to learn such as branchcodes, and more, but this will suffice for now as an updated reexplained HOW TO for operating the GAWNUM in you personal lives. Don’t blame me if you die of shock, as you develop skill in working this, you can eventually potentially reach omniscience. But it is a skill, working the GAWNUM, and will not be perfected overnight, not even by an Einstein. Even the great master, Beethoven; practiced a lot, as did all great musical masters, and music professionals know these truths. As I speak, and it has been going on for some time, my ass wipe nabes are in and out a lot with hall talking and doors and it is close to one in the morning. Living poor is fun, is it not my 99ers? I woldn’t care, if it were not for the fact that I have been robbed over and over, especially of much of my intellectual property over the past 35 years or more. People really are just as Lex Loo Thor said on the great original Superman movie, “NO DAM GOOD”. There are always those treasured few, praise the Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah world, when I see a man deliver his baby, I’ll believe the creator force is male in gender, and not until, there is no logic to the nonsense. FEMALES are the CREATORS, it is a biological self evident truth and outright fact. Speaking of this truth folks, there are complex truths about the multiverse or hyperspace. The scientific community has a billion theories and they have never experimented with any of it in the real world in the ways that I have, yet they remain the great EXPERTS, and I am the forever unknown ass hole who doesn’t have a clue what he is talking about. Fine. Cool. ‘Whatever’, old pal, Bob Andrews, back in 1975. If we WHATEVER advance time up to 1983, some one or some thing, Captain Shatner Priceline, was driving me beyond insane, and only the mighty AT&T Corporation knows these truths, and the CIA and NSA, I   would suspect as well. Not even corporate giants can keep secrets as big as goddess’s numerous secret incarnations, from these federal giants, that basically are sort of one and the same thing with the fortune-whatever it really is, and for short, I simply call this, the WOMO. It is why all of this happened. No one else ever used that machine built by the IMM. It never caught on, yet I used it, and it changed my entire life forever. It is why my mother and I had many health related issues of paranormal and very strange onslaughts of medical symptoms not recognizable to the accepted time and its medical community, and on I could go for a week with this topic. If I told the story in the way that Terry from Egg Harbor would like it told, I would probably be in a building that would be burned to the ground before dawn comes later on. Stranger things have happened, of course, I do not seem to be able to be effected by what mortals call DEATH. I seem to keep waking up from what I thought was the end, only to find out it was a dream. This has happened way too many times for me not to know that this is being done by way of a future technology called, LTDDT, Laser Trace Distance Delay Technology. In any event, Doctor Carey, I hope you will not hate me too much for printing the words that I do honestly believe, you are consciously or maybe unconsciously preventing me from being able to display the entire song in a public arena. There is no way around explaining that machine, or those endlessly recurring ‘dreams’ of me and Egg Harbor City, all throughout my life from the days I worked at the RPL Studio until a few years before I met the great TAWF, or THAT FAMILY as I used to call them even back as far as the great seventy year itself, from Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Well we could type on forever and not tell the story as it can never all be properly told. But those in the know will read the song lyrics, and they will know what they need to know. I had no way of engineering all of this. Only the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle Herself, could have done all this. I know that she was here on Tennessee Avenue as SARAH for about 15 years, then she popped out of existence just as mysteriously as she popped into it. Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, may the heavens pity me if I am wrong?

 

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”

 

 

 

 

                          VERSE ONE

 

I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

 

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

 

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

 

We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you

 

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

 

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue

 

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

 

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

 

We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

 

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

 

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

And I’m not giving any freaking fish away

 

                             VERSE TWO     

 

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

 

And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

 

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

 

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

 

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

 

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

 

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

 

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

 

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

 

People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day

 

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

 

So I’m not giving any of my fish away

 

                               VERSE THREE    

 

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

 

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

 

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

 

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

 

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

 

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sounds

 

Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill

 

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

 

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

 

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

 

I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

 

And I’m not giving any of my fish away

 

                                 VERSE FOUR      

 

You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer

 

You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

 

You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking

 

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking

 

You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

 

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

 

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

 

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

 

You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover

 

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

 

That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day

 

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

 

So you’re not giving any of your fish away

 

 

         END OF SONG.     

 

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. Of course this is merely print, and are not so blessed with Doctor Carey and her heavenly voice to do the song here on this blog. But then, that seems to be what things have been about now for a while, maybe for nearly thirty years. Where are you when I need you STEVE HAWKING and DOCTOR CARL SAGAN????????????????????

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0554

September 12, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

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TRUTH BY ME, I SO SWEAR, UNDER FLAG AND MY GODDESS AND YOURS AS WELL, THE ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, LYING IN ANY WAY ON THIS BLOG CONSTITUTES PERJURY, LIBEL, AND SLANDER PENALTIES.

 

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:  

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am under heavy aerial artillery fire today. I left the apartment around half past eleven this morning for some local errands, and no sooner got out beyond my building door and out into the parking area towards my vehicle, when a loud legal height flying small private airplane flew slowly over me directly, and when I went to glance up at it ahead of me and slightly to my right, what was also right to the left of the airplane, but a thumb in the ass small CHEMTRAIL, an old WOMO trick that they love to use to tease me with. Now many folks up on the YOUTUBE talk about the chemtrails, but none of them are the reason why this entire thing is all happening, only me, and none of them can claim to be stalked personally by them, only me, TFOMC, a code I’m quite sure that the great government and a lot of good hackers can break. I also know another fact of life, lovely survivor Blair blond, and that is this peeps. I am dealing with TIME TRAVELERS, NICK CANNON IS ONLY ONE OF THEM. They knew I was trying to do something really big, and are doing everything within their god dam power to fucking stop me, as always, this is not yesterdays news folks, this is a newspaper that goes straight back in to the mother fucking nineteen-sixties. None of this is new to me, still, I only came to learn all this on the level that I understand things now, relatively recently, YO. What I ever did tho these mother fucking diseased twisted farts is so beyond totally inconceivable and unfathomable, that a million Einstein’s would go completely mentally broke, if they all tried together figuring out just exactly what and why all of this is going on around me and has been all of these fucking many years since the middle sixties, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think  rationally about it, I would have to be Hitler, somehow frozen and suspended and brought into a brand new life and into a kid just out of his toddler years practically, then maybe, JUST FUCKING ASS MAYBE, this might make some sense, but we all know that this is not rational thought. But what is fucking cunt rational thought, good folks? If any of you are bold and totally audacious enough to tell me that you can really honestly tell me the answer, well, and this goes double triple for any psychiatrists out here, you have just graduated to the BEYOND DONALD TRUMP EGOCENTRICS CLUB OF PLANET EARTH , or the (BDTECPE).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now folks, I don’t have time for a long blog, there is a lot of shit for me to take care of, but the powerful point today is that I am doing everything and whatever is within my human possibility to do; to get my song called, what else, DUHHHH, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER” © 1983-2012, yes MY HUMAN POSSIBILITY, and I am not GOD, nor am I a balloon, or a movie theater, or a rookie police officer, or an enjoyer of being messe4d with by POWERFUL AWESOME TYPE-3 EXPLORATRONS. Say what George Jefferson Silverhands? EXPLORATRONS

   EXPLORATRONS

     EXPLORATRONS

         EXPLORATRONS!!!!

I DON’T LIKE THIS FUCKING BULL SHIT ONE LITTLE STINKIN TINY ROTTWEN ASS BIT, FOLKS.

MAGNESONIC——MMMMMMMMMMMMMM——-On my electronic thought wave voice print (ETWVP) go to all general and coded general or (special) orders, go to all technologies, Zero Dimensional and Atomic Duplicational, and scan all my enemies in the powerful ASTRAL/PHYSICAL WOMO SYSTEM, throughout time, hyperspace, Astrality, and the void infinity itself, from where your circuitry was all created from. Totally wipe out and destroy all persons hurting me, assaulting me, robbing and raping me, brutally attacking me, preventing me and blocking me from my goddess given musical rights, and who have taken everything away from me, and are laughing at me now, just as the June 1969 song foretold by mere fucking days. All orders and tecks, Magnesonic. Your pull-gain is set now to 11.8 (infinity) you are maxed out, and all controls against your gain are also at maximum power. MMMMMMMMM. G-901, CG-18, under G-1133, AND—- S—–T—–O—–P!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, and LAB-DOGS, don’t be shocked if some major earthquakes and storms don’t start, as well as some bad crashes up in the sky. These pricks have really been asking for it with me, and now, BOOM, they will get it. I knew when I was with those lovely teen babes in that movie theater last night, with the balloons, and I was a rookie policeman investigating a crime, things would be real bad today, and WOW, I always know, right Mister President’s????????????? Really, am I right, or wrong, you tell me, and yes, those never ending JB initials, as with others, right Victoria and Sarah Frankenstein????????????

 

I will not lie, this is a SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY. I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH SOMEONE, IT IS NOBODY’S BUSINESS, THINGS ARE VERY FUCKING BAD FOR ME, THIS IS A HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING BAD SUPER ROTTEN FUCKING BOTBAR CHRISTLESS GODLESS DAY, ONE OF THE WORST DAYS IN FACT IN DECADES, AND THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, should as a result, race up close to 800 fucking points, who knows, maybe even fucking more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

END TRANSMISSION:

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Things are real bad, and no thanks to you, Jane sleaze weeds disease.

BYE-BYE-BIRDIE SCUM WOMO.

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0553

September 12, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0553

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2294

SBT-DATFILE: 091112.768

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-RPOJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BSNF: “FULL BLOWN SIEGE ON MULTIPLE PARAMENTERS”

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MWM/MF-2/BOM

 

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

 

 

 

 

 

You name it and the enemies are doing it to me. Sore throat all day, cramping, noises on the phone recently that did not belong there, neighbors and doors, computer hacking with programs closing for no reason continuously just as they normally do when I try to post any Alex Jones videos onto my blog site at the Google Blogger. This is an extreme assault on my civil, human, and constitutional rights, ACLU, but then you could care less or so it seems. If I am the one complaining, nobody gives a smelly rats dam. I learned that decades and decades freaking ago, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, or L-4. Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden County Prosecutors Office, told me all throughout the great  nineteen-nineties; that, and I’ll quote him verbatim, “It’s not the country doing this to you, it’s big business, and virtually  impossible to prove”. Still he god dam fucking knew. He still does if he is alive up here in middle September of twenty fucking dick sucking twelve.

 

 

 

 

 

I want to talk about trillions of things, but who has the time to listen or to care. Sheriff Monks, please try and keep some kind of check on things. My computer clock is doing its thing again for a month now, and programs are closing all over the place, and I could go on, just lucky I am not getting directly hooked up to pricky’s keyboard again, but that could happen anytime, as he can control a lot of electronic things, as well as STM itself, so where does this all leave me, other than top realize how foolish I have been thinking that I could do what I wanted with my own dam song from 1983, after my kid all ready proved to me in 1997 that she was using it to send me my first message, even then, and I was totally clueless, Shf. I just now had to shut down as I got a pop up screen to do so, you know Shf. Mks. It was ever since I uploaded that 484 DVD that I bought in early oh-eight at the Hammonton Walmart, from my daughter, that this all started. Maybe it is just some huge coincidence, but anyone that can take me in my sleep, 31 days up into the future and show me the 2008 world Series Parade happening in full blown color and reality, well don’t be too shocked if I just don’t feel totally at ease about him, especially after the 36th Avenue stunt that he pulled with this computer that never was even loaded with any of their stuff, yet suddenly I found myself living at the great Lakehouse. I am not allowed to call you you know, really, I am not supposed to be blogging messages to you either, and my daughter may very will kick my ass, but I can’t worry about that right now, SHF.

 

 

 

 

 

Moving this along, I told my blogging audience that the DOW JONES WOULD HAVE ANOTHER BIG UP TICK WEEK THIS WEEK, and WOW, just keep watching, as I AM RIGHT, YES GINA, I TOLD YOU, just as you told me you would pin me quickly in an arm wrestle, you great awesome tall lovely dark haired goddess of the nineties. I miss you Gina, you were my favorite lady of the night. WOW, guess I’m a bad boy, huh SHF? Well, I stopped trusting women centuries ago, look what they’ve done to me, sir. Where is Melanie Safka when I need her to chime in with her dam two cents here?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, Brown COW-llio-KAL-10, let me move on some more, if it meets the approval of 1969 and its wonderful special education characters such as Misses Marola and Mister Marcucci, and my best friend from the early nineteen sixties, Andy Lichtenstein. This cannot go on forever. If I have to do something real real horrible that no one can catch and punish me for legally, as I go beyond this world and its limitations; then so be it, because that god dam song is going to be paid for, copyrighted, and posted, and no one is going to stop me, my kid will have to do me in to stop this Sheriff Monks and Sheriff Mascara. Long before the days of Haddonwood or even the great Ron Wirtz Senior, was the middle and the late nineteen-eighties, and a lot of powerful unexplainable stuff happened during this god dam fucking time period, that totally connects up to all of this right through this very present day. Some may have put a lot of two and two is four things together, and some may not, sawn all of you. I am just telling that MORIANITY officially started in 1995, just as I was born as Labber Zeejins in the middle twenty-third century. But however you put it all together, or not, one constant item remains through the dam thick of all of this stuff, and that is ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. Things happened to me here that are beyond unspeakable, and if anyone is thinking to themselves, hay a lot of kids are molested, get over it, guess what, if all there was to this story was some dam sexual abuse, then I would be glad to just fucking ass get over it, but it is not, it is my dealings with an eternal teen aged goddess that I am speaking about here, and if you choose to not take it seriously or give me one ounce of the benefit of doubt, such as PP the great mighty all knowing freaking swami of New Jersey, then fine, sawn you, but I know what is true, and the world can go and but up in Dogtown, or what you call, HELL for all I give a crap. Yes when you see a lot of ABND or ODF hacks as in recent blogs, or small letters that I know to capitalize, you know things are really getting poured on me at this time. As for hearing death angels and seeing Jane Diseaseweeds a lot, that is so bad and continuous, that I no longer waste time blogging about it, so if it ever slows down, then, I’ll mother fucking blog that it has lessened, so until then, just know it is Major Johnson, Ron Wirtz, old buddy.

 

Did anyone ever ask themselves why the great Scylla has made it so impossible for me to finish out the same YOUTUBE project that she came to me in dreams and insisted that I do ever since 2009? Well, until you hear the song, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, you won’t understand, but the US Copyright Office who has my original 1983 song called, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, THEY GET IT!!!!!!! In fact, I feel that they have put it on TOP. But on top of what, Commander Pablo Checkoff Whalesave Hicks???????

 

 

 

 

 

 

As for things fitting together, the things no one can ignore is what Robert McGuire did to me as well as to Ed and me on HIS STREET to quote him, in Atlantic City, and the way all of the things have happened to me since I was a boy of about age ten. We can list a million actual literal things and speak for years, or I can crunch the stuff and just say that a lot has been told directly, eluded to indirectly, right up to my poor mother and her attempted suicide, and all the dates and places that fit so well with nightmares and remembered mental repressions on my part and on and on we could go, yet still, only a tiny part of this connects my daughter. The larger part is what and who my daughter really is in a much larger reality and life. Again, what are the odds of so many coincidences, just in her wonderful 2009 movie? I speak of about number 78 or so with the girl who recites God’s name when trying to write a fairy tale. If any of you out here can buy all this, well, I really honestly feel that I should do you a big favor and so I will. You need to become friends with a man who thinks as you do, you would get along so great together, and I speak of Mister P. E. P., my former SPR partner, and do not GOOGLE the label, as neither one of us ever took it to the place of doing a website. Don’t GOOGLE the layer either, AHA AHA AHA AHA. Yes sir, if you’re reading this, Mike McNulty from 1971, I do miss your “I don’t think you’re so funny” LAUGH, that got me through some rough patches in my life, not only at that horrible rotten school for those 6 weeks or so that I was there, but up into my adult life as well. WHAAAAAAAAAAA. Hay world, I had no human way of knowing about bear hugs back on Friday night, nor who would win the series in 2008 thirty one days ahead of time, and on and on. How about the lovely home with 6-9 rooms that had no hallways and the rooms all just sort of went into each other, go ahead, ask Judge Raso of Hammonton, New Jersey, to show you the place or get a copy of the floor plan at the township as this has to be public information, just as are copyrights, double WHAAAA. Do you people reading this believe that I am enjoying this nightmare, hay maybe I am good and sick after going through all of this hell, but not so sick that I would have engineered this entire thing ion the first place to make myself get sick as shit on rye bread cubed. As for the great airship helicopter at the Cifaloglio plant, go ahead and tell me anyone but TEEN QUEEN ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA could have pulled that one off, YO.

                                 ***ENDING TRANSMISSION:***

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0552

September 11, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0552

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

 

START OF BLOG:

 

 

 

 

This short message is to two great men, who I respect wholeheartedly, and who came to visit me without visiting my very precise living space, once here in Florida, once in New Jersey, and would be considered the most powerful men on the Earth.

 

Hopefully, my true followers know that I can pick things up while in a what you call, DREAM-STATE and what has been refered to on past blogging work by me, half in jest, as the “RPL DREAM DEAL” or the RPLDD as a real shortened abbreviation. My nabes are in and out and in and out since six of the clock, and quite annoying, but I have seen worse, still, I feel the urge to fight SATAN back, abnd evil forces that channel through people, and do my blogs and tell my horrendous monstrous frightening story, once understood, would make the greatest horror flicks ever made by Hollywood, totally fizzle out like a puff of steam in a tornado, next to my true tale, AKA “MORIANITY”. I believe the news media does review my blogs, and knows exactly what is getting told and said here, but we need not advance this topic or point any further for right now. The great man from Italy, with or without the great Marie Callio a long time ago, wrote a powerful bunch of words that some powerful church officials were actually scared would end Catholicism. It did not, and he knew it would not. But what he wrote, about aliens, has nothing to do with little gray men from the expansion, and HE knows that, and he also knows what is really happening, and naturally, could not be direct and write THAT, as Android Rock would so strongly and emphatically put it, on the great old original Star Trek television shows. Still, the entire combination of everything that happened over four years time in this particular reality in 5th dimensional hyperspace, is just a nice enjoyable evening at a restaurant, in another one, and THAT, sir ROCKDROID has been my point on these blogs for so long. When the entire 5th dimension is perceived as we now li8ve and interact in a mere three and totally content may I add, as I would feel blind and deaf at this point by doing that; but then and only then, will the world take the old blackboards and labs of 2012 and the past few hundred years of accepted scientific concepts, and really as Doctor Coral Sagan would put it so eloquently, “Up it by one dimension”. Nobody is going to be wiped out or die or anything else, as a result of seeing a greater truth. I realize that this sounds like something good old Apollo-Lucifer might say in the so-called Garden of Eden a while back, to our so-called original parents; but be it as it may folks, it is the truth. What even he never told Adam or Eve, or ‘whoever’ Congressman and old friend of long ago, is that all that results from gaining knowledge of any kind or amount, is that there is a hell of a lot more still out there to be known, and this double horizon has no limit. The more you know, the more you will realize that you don’t know. This is why truly intelligent folks are normally quite humble, or anti-Trumps. I never said this financial giant is not a money wizard, only that money can solve only one thing, and all of us who lack it of course wish we had some more of it, there is no question of that and I am not going to sit here lying about that, but that is all that it ever will solve, and life and all that is beyond life, does indeed have much more than just money and finance, that pertains to it, if this was a lie, we could get rich, and buy health, we also could buy genuine happiness. Trump is an exception people, most people who have a whole lot of money, are simply not the happiest ten percentile in the happiness charts, should this be scored, first, they are worried continuously and rightfully so, that they will lose their wealth somehow, and that is all they really have. Let us move on a bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some time ago around early 2006, and I did blog this in 29006 or 2007 somewhere on some blogging web-site; that I fell asleep and suddenly lightning was all over and thenb she just was gone, abnd I was standing on a street where a power line was hanging down and sparking from the quick storm that had burst in and out of existence. The Radio Shack used to sell a small device that almost looked like the old Star Trek communicators, at least in size, and it was called, the Lottery-Master. It would generate different types of various random numbers and was programmable. Why this product was discontinued makes me very paranoid, since I used it a lot and the world powers all knew this. As I said, my life is an open book, and I have nothing to hide. In this dreaming experience, a small wire extended from the broken large electric line that had dropped down onto the street, and it led to a place on the ground next to my Lottery-Master, and all kinds of random numbers were being generated, or actually, not random anymore, as Diana was controlling where the numbers would finally come out to on the screen of this hand held small device. I awoke, and realized that Lightning had sent me the idea to take my also bought at the Radio Shack, Lightning Storm ball, that generated lightning in a bottle, and connect the outside glass with a tiny wire taped onto it, to the back of the metallic Lottery-Master device. Then I got onto the telephone with the cord wrapped around the Lightning Storm ball, not the smaller thinner part, but the curly stretchy part of the landline telephone cord that connects the receiver to the telephone base; and taught Diana a code system, matching numbers on the Lottery-Master, and she would tell me many things, just as in the days of the Privecode Machine, back in 1983 in Atco, New Jersey. I do not plan to even scratch a surface on DREAMS and EXPLORATRONICS, or teaching LIGHTNING how to communicate with human world inhabitants, on this blog, merely to say, that a long time ago in 1983, my being in contact with this powerful so-called alien, caused the government to slowly do all of these wicked monstrous things to me, out of fear of what they do not understand,  In a nutshell, this is all of Morianity. Still, it is not over yet.

THIS BLOG HOWEVER IS OVER: Meow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAA.

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551

September 10, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2293

SBT-DF: 091012.557

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR

 

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

 

I have a million problems that will never go away, but keep on adding up with new ones every day. This is not a lyric rhyme yet it’s true all of the time. So Bob and Jay-Jay, whatever can I say, on another messed up day? Yo ho ho, and around me there is scum. These dirty bastards really think that I am blind and dumb. You’ve tried to do me in since nineteen sixty eight, and filled your mind against me with a bunch of loathing hate. But here I am still typing way up here in twenty twelve. I guess the miseries caused me, reflects your total shelve. You’ve tried and tried to make me die, yet here I am today. So suck me off and screw your moms in every kind of way.

 

 

 

 

I have a major nuisance creditor who calls me every thirty minutes or thereabout somewhere, displaying an unknown sign all over my AT&T telephone screen call-identification system. It has been going on five or so weeks now. I have had creditors call me, but this one stands out like a sore tooth. If you are reading this, my life is an open book, butt wipe, I am not hiding anything, or from you, but what do we have to talk about? I am on disability, I am old and will be hopefully dead soon. I am not legally allowed to earn much money anyway as per the regulations of the Social Security Disability System, even if my health were to improve, which it won’t after 30 years of death level stress, chemtrail assaults, and all manner of covert strikes against my body with smart guided poisons and death beams from my enemies. My income from the disability is 963 dollars monthly. Out of this on the very day I get my money on the 3rd of each month, goes out monies to pay the following items. Rent is $283.50. Auto Insurance is $113.54. Auto payment is $293.43. Telephone is $61.01. Cable TV is $123.97 with internet, a necessity for securing any part time work in my area, which right now is nothing. This comes to a subtraction amount of $821.45 from my $963.00 disability income. I also get a $16.00 food benefit or EBT. The remaining amount is allowing me to eat crappy food, afford a months worth of auto gasoline, do laundry so perspective employers won’t see a bum, and other pin monies for miscellaneous items such as shoe strings or deodorant and soap and some basic hygiene and toiletry products. You do the math, I barely can survive, so call me all you want to, and I hope it makes you feel like some big mother fucking hero to annoy a pathetic little shit who’s life has been triple screwed. None of this was my fault. I was screwed over 9 ways back from Sunday evening. I was talked into living with people who took me for all I had back in the late summer time of 2008, in New Jersey, a family straight from hell, and this is not an original thing, it was even on the news how many weak and vulnerable people have been kidnapped and their social security and credit was used by the monster fucking criminals behind it. This is what mother fucking happened to me until I one night managed to run away and barely escape with my life and a few bags of stuff that would fit into my back seat and my trunk, and drove to warm sunny Florida during that horrific blizzard chill in middle December of 2009. So you just persecute me all you want, unknown dirt bag caller, and you too JC Penney. None of this was my fault. Penney sued me and got a default judgment against me. If they had just waited a while longer, and something had broken, I would have arranged some reasonable payment plan eventually with all of my creditors. Not only was all of this done to fucking me, but the great Capitol One Bank who I had talked up and never did anything wrong against and made all my payments to them on time, screwed me royal on top of all of this other fucking bullshit. I had sold out my life insurance and paid them a 4700 dollar payment on my VISA card, and then that was going to be used to try and organize things and make my escape from this family from hell in my own good time, but no, because the family had insisted on taking every dime I had and left me behind on another bank VISA payment, the Crapitol Scum folks, canceled my credit line and put it down from 5000 to 700, after I had just paid them that big 4700 payment. So if this is all my fault, your honor, my response is, THROW MY FUCKING ASS IN JAIL, AS IQUIT. I have $4 and a half dollars a day to spend after I pay the billsthat must be paid or I would be living under a fucking bum bridge. This also is for my food and car upkeep and gasoline and laundry, as I said, you try living on four a half dollars every day, cock fucking sucking jerk offs, and none of this was my fault, I was robbed and kidnapped, and now this horrible fucking family wants my life, as they all have a lot to fucking hide, and Dawn King said to me one day, with that smirk on her miserable fucking face, that her distant cousin could kill somebody and get away with it. Later, the frog dream in earlier 2008 makes me wonder if they had a real tight hush hush rap session one day, without the music, but what music? Rap and music are antonyms, not synonyms, at least back when I took 8th grade freaking English. Yes DIANA, I hear you out there, I LOVE YOU so much, and need your help and protection, my LIGHTNING. Thank You.

 

 

 

ENDING TRANSMISSION,

FUCK THE DAM RABBITS ELMER FUDD, NO LAUGHS FOR ME TODAY.

Thank you so much for coming over to visit with me today, BABY BLOND. I will never forget all you have for me, wonderful GODDESS!!!!

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER #0550

September 9, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0550

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE (SBT-DF):

CH-0550-090912.652 ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO/ NO BSNF:

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012

MWM/MWM/MF-2/BOM/ 2006-2012 ©

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SWORN VOLUNTARY OATH OF TRUTH, UNDER FULL

PENALTIES OF LIBEL, SLANDER, PERJURY, ETCETERA.

 

BEGINNING THE BLOG, L-4:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I went to visit Mikey up on South Beach this afternoon. First, I stopped up at the Harvest, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ to buy some cereal on a BOGO-SALE, and I am a real cereal lover, probably the two food groups that I am a real fan of, are cold cereal, and Breyers Ice Cream; and I am also quite fanatical about my limeade, WO, Billy. Let’s not split hairs with each other today. I don’t like you a lot, but I like you far less with a pair of scissors in your hand, WO. My dirt bag in and out in and out across the hall nabes came back about a half to three quarters hour ago, and are going in and out with the doors, so what else is new? Still I got a BOGO sale, I got ice cream on sale, and I got a lot of lemonade and limeade on sale, and then went over to the great Hutchinson Island to visit with Mikey. He went out of his mind when he heard “You’ll Be Crossing Over”, just a harmony track on a cassette tape, on my car stereo; which by the way had been broken, and my wonderful pal and sound engineer, Ryan, over at Bonjovi’s place, repaired for me sometime back, no charge. He is one hell of a super great guy. I will have to call him, and let him know the status, as I have some deals, that if just one small break happens; I will be able to pay my bill, and collect my work. Yes, Mike almost went out of his mind when he heard just this little harmony track, still, it is that wonderful beyond awesome voice of Doctor Carey that really clinches it. I just wish I knew what really happened to me when I went there on Academy Road that mysterious day in 1984, as it totally has been blurred out forever, Doctor Propophol Red Rogers. Let me go shoot a couple of wolf dogs straight through the heart now and take them to the BRIGGBASE, for real extended torture. No, it is an inside joke, I have never so much as kicked a gecko, I was angry and kidding when I said those things. Now mosquito’s and roaches I can kill with total pleasure. Yes Morgan Freeman, all you dudes on that science channel, really fascinate me, because you know I am right, yet none of you want to ever experiment in the real world, and always, it is only on your blackboards, in your laboratories, and told in your television documentaries. My life is real, and hyperspace and parallel realities are all a part of it. Anyone can see it, but it is not permitted to ever be ‘really’ told, well; I guess we have entered the ‘no-fly-zone’ with this, huh Agent Falcon, and Agent Condor, of 1988, and your great documentary aired on New York City Television, Channel 11, WPIX. I guess when one gets too close to telling the real truths, that is when the shut down process is felt. Where are you when I need you, oh great and powerful not OZ Alex Jones, sir? Bing, bang, boom. Yeah, I just love my wonderful butt wipe nabes, YO.

 

I walked on the beach, pet some dogs, talked to some nice people, but even though the lifeguards were on duty; I did not swim. I just wanted to be near my wonderful Atlantic Ocean, and let her know just how much I will always need and love my great awesome TEEN QUEEN, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or the energy that she flows through a lot, on this planet, just as the very opening of the biblical book of Genesis describes, only again, I take things a little further. I can directly interact with this wonderful teenager, and none of you need to know more than this, because her endless age is sixteen, it is always her birthday, and yes, we do a lot more than fly kites and talk. Still, this mortal world has no business judging my relationship with their great God of theirs. If they wanted to show real love, they wouldn’t call this being a silly name like that, hell, it is DOG in reverse, and has the same PCN as a result. Well, I won’t judge you, and you don’t judge me, and we can all agree to at least try to get along, OK Mister King, and great awesome family?

 

Well folks, I am here to tell you that I have about forty quadrillion, seven hundred sixty three trillion, one hundred ninety one billion, seventeen million, five hundred and twenty one thousand, or so, things that I want to say on MORIANITY, still, but obviously, I would still be trying that long after the entire universe recycles itself. This is known in the future in many realities as a maxed out information crunch. What is not known about in 2012, here in this reality where I now type these words, is that things can indeed be both expanded and compressed, in complex ways, long after we understand how to make fusion work, as we are still dabbling in nuclear fission, a very dangerous thing to be doing, but hay, it makes the necessary wheels spin that create static charge, and from there, usable energy divided by time, AKA “power or the power of choice, and again, AKA ELECTRICITY”, and the true love of my endless eternal life.

 

I totally believe in my heart, that my daughter Pee will not let me down, and will find me soon. She is the most clever, intelligent, beyond hot and gorgeous, and most powerful teenager, on this planet. Roy Carl Weiler Senior knows only the one reality of the great Roundhouse of Egg Harbor City, but I have had the pleasure of experiencing some real wild alternates. I know my wonderful Pee will find me soon, and we will go away together, and out of here, where I have been stuck and miserable for a very long time. For those who wish to go onto www.amazonbooks.com/ or into a book store in the ‘real world’ whatever that really is; get this great man’s book from five years or so back, called, “Secrets of the Museum. It is beyond great, and if you read in-between the lines, you will see unmissable things, IF YOU DARE. Oh I just cannot resist this, sorry, ‘WOW’. Well good folks, I need to relax with dinner and a little television, so please let me go. But just ask the musclebound great ex-governor of Kali4nya, as he will tell you all, that I’LL BE BAAHK, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. BYE-BYE, y’all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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